the Wolf, the Falcon and the Dragon

Rand savoured Perrin's tender kisses for several minutes, his fingers trailing lightly through the hairs on the blacksmith's chest. Perrin took Rand's penis in one big hand and stroked it slowly. Eventually they broke the kiss and Rand sat up to pull his boots and breeches off all the way. Perrin did the same and the two men rose naked to their feet amidst the cast off ruins of their lovemaking.

Rand's cock was starting to feel painfully engorged. He wanted satisfaction, and he wanted it soon. Nonetheless, as he led his hulking friend by the hand towards the bedroom he paused to pick up the remains of his tea tray. "Grab the brandy, would you Perrin?" he asked, and the other man complied.

They padded across the room, Perrin's spent cock swaying with each step and Rand's hard-on standing proud. Perrin eyed it with trepidation which Rand pretended not to notice. As they slipped through the bedroom doors, Perrin took a large swig from the brandy decanter. Rand led him to the bed and gestured for the other man to sit. Perrin's roughly haired and thickly muscled body look quite out of place on the red silk sheets of the Andoran bed. Rand took the decanter from him and tried a swig himself, then set it beside the tray on a bedside table.

The Dragon stood before the wolf at the foot of the large bed. "Lay back", he said softly, and Perrin obeyed. Taking the left over butter from the tray, Rand smeared it on two fingers of each hand and reached down towards Perrin's backside. "Lift your legs, Perrin. Rest your feet on my shoulders." Again, the other man obeyed wordlessly. Rand laid a hand at the base of Perrin's shaft, just below his large balls and used his unbuttered fingers to brush aside the dark hair that filled the wolfbrother's crack, then slid his buttered fingers in behind them. Slowly he worked the butter into Perrin's anus, moving his fingers in slow circles around the puckered hole. At last, he slid the fingers on his other hand inside, first one then the other, swirling them in equally slow circles. Perrin was breathing hard by the time Rand finished.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do, Perrin." Rand said "Do you want me to fuck you?" He waited, wanting an answer.

"Yes." Perrin, whispered. And some perverse part of Rand wanted to make him say it again. But instead he smiled, took his penis between lubricated fingers and aimed it at his friends ass; spreading his own legs and crouching as he did so. The bed was a little too low for this position but it would do.

Rand let out a slow hiss of satisfaction as he slid into Perrin's dark hole. Once the head was in he put a hand behind either of the other man's knees and parted his friends legs as though he were a woman. Looking down, he savoured the sight of Perrin's once-more hardened manhood. With one last grin, he thrust himself in, not all the way but far enough to make Perrin cry out in mingled pain and pleasure. He rode the wolf relentlessly, breathing out sharply with each fast stroke. Perrin grunted as he watched Rand's stomach muscles clench and release.

In truth, Rand prefered a woman in his bed. And of the men he had sodomised, Perrin was not the greatest, being quite a passive partner. But the simple fact that it was Perrin he was fucking made up for that. The wolf's ass was hot and tight, his body a thing to envy, his devotion beyond price. Rand savoured all three as he pounded into Perrin in strokes that became increasingly shallow.

Perrin began to toss his head as Rand rode him, his grunts turned to moans and Rand knew he was hitting the bullseye. "Perrin," he gasped huskily, "use your hand, mine are busy." After a moment, Perrin complied. He stroked once, hard, and Rand matched his thrust to it. After that there was no thought left in him, only the hunt. He stimulated himself with complete abandon and Rand cut loose. He shoved the full length of his cock into Perrin's tight ass and slid it back out immediately, in, out, fast and hard. Perrin's cries sounded pained but he didn't stop working on his penis and Rand wasn't sure he could have stopped himself if Perrin had asked him to. They sounded more like wild animals than men.

"Perrin... my Perrin," he was attacking the other man's ass brutally now. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, skin flushed. Maddened by the elusiveness of his orgasm. It was only when he heard his first-brother cry out his name that Rand opened his eyes. He saw milkly semen spurting from Perrin's cock, soiling the dark hairs of his stomach. And then, as sudden as a winter storm, his climax came upon him. Rand roared wordlessly as his vision dissapeared in a shower of bright stars. He flooded Perrin's bowels with his seed.

Still thrusting his hips, but slower and more mindlessly now, Rand fell forward and rested his face on Perrin's thick, sweaty chest. The last few spurts caused his whole body to twitch until at last he lay spent with Perrin's hands upon his shoulders.

Sleep threatened to take him, and it was only their precarious position that defeated it. Rand slid down and sat on the floor, his head resing on the sheets beside Perrin's hip. The wolf sprawled across the bed as if poleaxed, gulping air through his slack mouth. He glanced down at his friend's flushed face and smiled a little smile. But it wasn't long before regret and shame began to creep into his liquid golden eyes. That was always the way with Perrin, Rand thought sadly.

With a sigh he hauled himself to his feet, legs shaking, and went to grab some sandwiches from the tray. As soon as he took the first bite he realised how starved he was and went to war on the plate. Perrin gave a small shout of protest and came lumbering over for some food of his own, landing one stinging slap on Rand's backside by way of chastisement. "Hey, don't be so bloody selfish, I'm starving here!"

Rand cocked an eyebrow and gave him an imperious look. "That is hardly an approprite form of address, Lord Aybara. The Dragon waits for no man."

Perrin rolled his eyes and shoved Rand aside playfully, talking a seat at the table. Rand made a mental note to clean up before inviting anyone else into his chambers today. Which reminded him, Min had taken Faile out to show her around the Palace quite some time ago now. They could arrive back at any moment. He left Perrin to finsh off the tray and strolled calmly into the other room to gather up their clothes and straighten the furniture. When he returned, Perrin was brooding. He glanced at Rand guiltily.

"She'll never learn of it from me," Rand vowed.

"Thats not the point," Perrin bit off.

"...I know."

Rand dumped their clothes on the bed and started getting dressed. The silence squatted in the bedroom, broken only by Perrin's sigh as he got up and began dragging his own clothes back on. Rand felt a slight stirring at the sight and wondered at how much more attracive people were when they were half-dressed; clothed was good, naked was great, but half-dressed was the greatest of all.

"Some might say marriage vows only forbid a man from sleeping with another woman..." he offered as an opener.

"Some might", Perrin said, buckling his belt. "But not me. I've dishonored myself, and dishonored Faile, Rand. Thats not something I can just shrug off. Could you?"

And here they were, back where they started. Rand paused in the act of lacing up his shirt and fixed Perrin with a clear-eyed stare. "You're right. It wasn't honorable."

He stood up. "And you're wrong. It doesn't matter."

Perrin shook his head sadly, but seemed incapable of mustering any anger. He started to speak but Rand cut him off.

"Hear me out, Perrin. There are many things in this world, and all worlds, that are more important then honor. Love chief among them. Compassion not far behind. Who's the greater, the sul'dam who obeys her orders and honorably torments her prisoner, or the one who casts aside her culture's rules and helps the damane to freedom? Honor is just a code of conduct, a set of bylaws agreed on in antiquity, theres nothing inherantly right about it. I love my Aiel, but they are such fools at times it nearly makes me weep. Most of them would kill a Cairhienen on sight and never think it remotely wrong if I hadn't ordered them not to. It would be the honorable thing to do, you see?"

Rand walked to the window and stared out. "Could I live with my dishonor, you ask? I live with it every day, every time I refuse to obey an Aes Sedai some tell me. Burn honor, I'd tell them, if I thought them worth telling. I don't fight for honor, and if I manage to save this world from the Dark One it wont be for anything more convoluted than love that I'll have done it. Friendship, Perrin, affection. Little things like that are what makes the world worth saving, not honor. I hope you understand."

He turned and smiled crookedly at his old friend and sometimes lover. "I love you, Perrin. I always have and I expect I always will. And you love Faile. Nothing will change that. Nor would I want it to. Does she love you any less than I? Do you love her any less now than you did before?"

The Wolf rose to his feet "No. And no."

And with that they left the bedroom behind them, this time.

"Rand?" Perrin said softly. "I love you too. And I'm sorry, I'll go to Illian."

Rand smiled...