Bury My Broen Bones

Contents: M / M, Cis / Trans, Demonic humanoid x half-elf, slow burn, implied self-harm, gentle sex, bittersweet ending.

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The freezing winter wind hit my face immediately after I had cast my teleportation spell. The pale light of twilight painted the snowy scenery with cool-toned redness. The blizzard had ceded, leaving most of the bodies under a thick snow blanket, some had tried to escape their fate by climbing on top of each other, frozen in place like icy marble statues. The bloody wounds some of them had endured colored snow as I took in the crisp air.

The infernal blood within my veins helped me keep warm, but every time the cold winds lashed at me, I felt shivers. With the calling stone in my hand, I tried to find the one who had used it amongst the fallen bugbear army. Despite the coldness surrounding me, I was thrilled. I wanted to find him. Maybe I could witness his last breaths on this earth or I'll find his already cold dead body, whatever would be the case, I'd have finally won and there was nothing to stop me from finding the rest of the artifacts we both were searching for.

As I walked forward, the snow around my armored boots melted from the heat. The frosty mist made it hard to see far, but part of me could feel him close by, the ritual we both had gone through made sure of it.

In the middle of all the weapons poking from the snow and barely visible bodies, there was a large dead tree. I could feel its magic and saw that there was no snow on the dark bark. Whatever curse lay within, had kept it clean. There, I saw him, lying against the tree and his name escaped my lips.

"Sangar," I whispered to myself as I walked towards him. Sangar's body was a little paler than usual, his dark hair had been wetted by the blood coming from a wound on his head, and a trail of blood had frozen against his already blue lips. The half-elf didn't look like much now, had the people who adored him seen him now, they would have laughed. Yet, his left hand still gripped tightly the calling stone.

I knelt down and leaned forward, I wished I had been the one to take him down, but now he had met his end in battle with the northern bugbear army. I was sure even he didn't see that one coming. Had I still had a heart, it would have been beating hard against my chest as I leaned even closer to inspect Sangar's body.

When he slightly opened his eyes and began to breathe with a rattled sound, my heart would have certainly jumped from my chest as I backed off.

"P-please," Sangar muttered as he took loud gasps, "... Kill me."

"Wait, what?" I muttered confused, almost offended by his request. Sangar closed his eyes, losing whatever was left of his strength, and forced himself to muster in his last thoughts.

"Please," He said again, "Just take my life, end this," unable to add anything else, Sangar looked like all I needed to do to kill him was a simple poke with my pinky.

My thrill had soured. Him begging for his life had been part of my plans, but him pleading with me to end it had not. I scratched my stone-sharp beard and looked at him.

It had to be a trap, I thought to myself. Sangar always had a plan, managed to pull out some sort of miracle to escape near-death experiences. Where were his friends? Those who had almost killed me while protecting him? Why was he alone here? This all seemed to be too good to be true.

"No, you elven bastard, I'm not going to help you!" I growled, "I'm not falling into your trap!"

I put my claws over his wounds and began chanting a healing spell. Once I had been a great healer, but nowadays I leaned more toward entropy. My powers rushed from within me to my hands, and the light spread all over Sangar's frail body, closing his wounds.

But he did not wake up.

I was forced to use more of my powers but no matter how much I strained myself, he wasn't healing properly. His wounds were not only on his body but also somewhere deep within. I got up and kicked the fresh snow, dispersing it everywhere. I decided to quit and began to cast myself back to my lair.

My spell withered away as soon as I was done casting.

I looked at Sangar, then my claws, and back at him. The cursed tree was siphoning his life force and had drained my powers. Angrily whipping my tail I kicked the snow again, this time hitting my feet into an obsidian axe making me curse from the pain.

Fine, I said to myself. We'll stay here.

I picked Sangar up and realized how small he truly was. I had always looked down on him, literally and metaphorically, but now he looked just pathetic, not the hero everyone thought he was, and not the girl I had known back in the day.

I wrapped him into my cloak and began to walk farther away from the tree. Not sure where I should head. The sight of me carrying my archnemesis must have looked funny if there had been anyone to see it. My body gave some heat, but it wasn't nearly enough in this environment to keep him warm.

In the distance, I spotted one of the large tents the army had used as a shelter and took him there, as we got closer I saw the other tents buried in the snow, this one was tilted, but still standing. The thick fabric had kept the roaring fireplace safe during the blizzard and it was still somewhat warm. As we entered I laid Sangar down to the furs covering the floor and began to heat up the tent.

When it was warm enough, I hunkered over Sangar and removed his armor and clothes, ensuring he didn't have any weapons with him. My blackened armored skin brushed hard against his vulnerable body, making him whimper softly in his slumber. My burning eyes trailed his nude scarred body. Sangar had gone through a lot and some of those scars were left by me. I pitied him, I had been in the same situation as him before I realized the truth.

There was a prophecy, as there always was, that one day soon someone would rise and stop the deadly Blooming Sea from spreading through the continent, saving everyone. At first, the blind seers had named me as their herald, but the quest they wanted me to embark on meant that I would have to sacrifice my life to save the world and I chose a different path. Sangar and I had been training together for years until that fateful day. Somewhere deep within me, there was still part of me that cared for him, I had never told him how I truly felt and it mattered little now. When I had declined to be their chosen one, they took Sangar and ever since then we have been enemies. We both needed the same magical items to achieve our goals.

Gently, I brushed his cheek and pulled my cloak over him again, covering his body. Sangar's lips had begun to turn rosy again as the fireplace behind us crackled gently with heat. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about things that had been and what could have been, nodding off slowly.

I dreamed about the Blooming Sea as I always did. I was standing in the middle of a beautiful flower field, filled with colorful flowers and vibrant scents. I was human again, my dark skin contrasted the flowers around me, and as I took one into my hands, the rot began to spread from the flower into my hand, my veins burning from the pain and I could feel the thick pollen in my lungs, choking me, my eyes watered as everything turned black.

I gasped awake as I heard a loud clang.

Sangar had woken up too and was now backed away against the tent wall, holding in his hand one of the daggers he had stolen from my belt. His hands trembled as he forced himself to hold it. My weapons were not made for mortals and holding it must've felt painful.

"Drop it," I boomed as I got up, "You're only hurting yourself!"

"No! What have you done to me?!" Sangar held my cloak over his body, there was fear in his eyes had only seen twice before. The day I chose my own fate and once when I almost slaughtered his friends.

"A lot I now regret," I replied back, "I've healed your body and carried you to safety, I'll leave you to whatever you were doing as soon as my powers return to me." Revealing my weakened state might have been a mistake, but this was unknown territory for both of us. We had not been in the same room in years without trying to kill each other.

Sangar collapsed onto his knees and dropped my dagger. Weeping softly into his hands. The part of me that still cared for him wanted me to go to him, but I nipped that thought in the bud.

"Listen, whatever you were going through out there is none of my concern, but you will get cold if you stay far from the fire, look here," I said before moving away from here, "Go beside the fire and I'll stay farther away."

Perpexled by my words, Sangar crawled next to the fire.

"Why did you help me?" he asked.

"I didn't, I helped myself," I scoffed, in all honesty, I wasn't sure why I had spared his life.

"Okay... How did you find me?" his confusion matched mine.

"A couple of weeks ago you were in a tavern with your group, you met a tavern girl and laid with her, she put a sigil on your calling stone so I could track you, you tried to use it after your battle with the bugbears" I replied back.

"Hmm," Sangar pondered for a moment, "I didn't expect it to work so well."

"What worked so well?" It was my turn to ask questions.

"We knew about the woman, it was actually her who told us about your plan, real sweet thing that one," Sangar smirked. I knew this had been a trap, I took a step back and looked around me, but I could only hear the howling wind outside the tent.

"Don't worry, I wasn't that smart," he chuckled, "I got separated from my group and they were too far to hear my calling, but I knew your little spell might actually give me enough range to reach somebody and by that somebody I mean you."

I tilted my head from curiosity, "You wanted me to come here?" I asked.

"I was weak, I had no way out, I was dying. I thought..." Sangar paused, "I thought maybe if you came, and finished me off, the whatever power I have already collected inside might be released and turn the tide against the fight with the Blooming Sea." Sangar's gaze dropped to the ground as he said the last words.

"You were desperate," I added, tasting his words. I knew the feeling too well. The constant fighting and the looming destruction of the world had not been easy weight to carry. Trying to think of another plan to destroy the Blooming Sea had been taxing as well.

"Well, as much as I'd like to kill you, I'm not going to do it until I regain my powers." I was lying through my teeth. I could easily snap his thin neck or pummel my weapon into him, but it didn't feel right, not when he was still so weak. I'd never been a man of strong principles, but some part of me wanted to meet him in a fair fight.

"So we're stuck with each other, huh?" Sangar chuckled, he knew he was too weak to do anything to me. To my surprise, he patted the place next to him as an invitation to join him. I walked to him and sat down, my body easily towered over him as we sat side by side.

"It wasn't just the thought of releasing the power," Sangar said softly before adding, "I'm tired, everyone looks up to me and I need to watch what I say or do constantly, I need to set an example and not only that, I need to be strong when I want to fall apart and I need to lead a group of people who might die if I make the wrong decisions, some..." Sangar's voice trembled, "... And some have already died." Tears began to pour from his eyes.

Things had gotten awkward very quickly.

"Hey, listen... You know you don't need to do this, you can always quit, just like I did," I said, my raspy voice making me hardly sound like I was trying to comfort him.

"I can't! I need to save the world," he sniffled, unable to stop his tears now that he had finally given himself the permission to cry.

"You don't even know if it's going to work and what makes you really think the others deserve their lives more than you?" I growled. My choice had been straightforward, I knew my worth, I knew I was never going to sacrifice my life for someone else, no matter how many lives I could save. Maybe some of it had been cowardice, but I didn't regret it and I knew there had to be another way.

"... But if it works, the world will be saved." Sangar reasoned.

"Yet, you won't be," I answered quickly, "The seers have been wrong before, many times in fact, you don't know if their prophecy even is true. I was the chosen one before you and when it didn't work out, they were quite quick to make it all about you," My words were harsh, but so was the truth to me. There was no prophecy and no sacrifice would save us from the spreading rot.

My words seemed to anger Sangar, he got up and turned to face me with tears still running down his cheeks, "THEN EXPLAIN THE DREAMS WERE BOTH HAVING, WHY DO WE HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT THE BLOOMING SEA!"

"Because we're afraid of it. We were trained to think about it all the time," I answered, finding surprising softness to my voice, my words had put doubt into his heart, turning Sangar's tears into rivers. He collapsed back onto his knees and pressed his head against my empty chest.

I lifted my hand and put it gently behind his head.

The same questions had haunted me a long time ago when I still believed in the prophecy. I knew the loneliness he was feeling even now, my refusal had made me enemies, some seeing me as some grand villain determined to destroy the world. Some had seen through the seers lies and joined me, but I could hardly call them friends.

If he needed a shoulder to cry on, let it once be mine. I might be able to use his weakness later. Between his tears, he managed to mumble something.

"I can't feel your heartbeat."

"I know," I acknowledged with a slight nod.

Together, we huddled near the fire as the wind outside began to pick up speed again. From the sounds of it, it was winding up to become another blizzard. There was still some food in the tent and I gave it to Sangar, my body did not need it anymore, but every now and then I tried some for the taste. Sangar stayed curled on my lap, sucking up the heat my body was giving. This whole thing felt unreal like I was finally dreaming about something else than those damn flower fields, I even tried to pinch myself a couple of times to see if I was actually awake.

I watched as Sangar slept somewhat peacefully, slowly regaining his strength.

I had traded my heart for more power and in had turned my skin almost as solid as diamonds, the darkened material was more like armor, but I could still feel Sangar's deep breaths and the gentle heartbeat. My hardened skin was still soft enough to sleep against it seems. I had always been jealous of his ability to embrace others, to trust and feel sympathy even towards those who might not deserve it. Sangar certainly was a better chosen one than I'd ever been.

After a long nap, Sangar's eyes fluttered and he almost jumped when he saw me, calming down quickly as he remembered what had led us into this bizarre situation. I wondered if I should leave, but finally having a peaceful moment for myself seemed more tempting. Here, in this forsaken white purgatory, I didn't need to be anything else, I could just be and it looked like Sangar felt the same way.

The half-elf lifted himself up, pushing his nude body against mine, and looked directly into my eyes.

"You've changed," he said casually.

"So have you," I scoffed. Of course, I had changed, I had traded my heart for power and infused a demon lord into my soul, an idiot could have seen what the corruption had done to my body.

"If I recall correctly, there used to be a girl who cried every time she stubbed her toes or saw a dead bird," I smirked, before adding "Yet, now there is a man in front of me."

"I like myself more like this," Sangar answered, pausing for a little bit before continuing, "It used to be a cover when my group was visiting a place where women were not allowed, I and one other chose disguises and I guess that's was when my actual disguise dropped," Sangar stated, "And yes, he still cries when he sees dead animals, only not so openly anymore," he added. His eyes examined my face carefully, he didn't recognize it as the same he had seen so many years ago, before the corruption, before all of this.

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"I remember a boy who defended me from the others when they questioned my heritage. Is he still somewhere behind those glowy eyes of yours?" Sangar questioned.

"I don't know..." I whispered, "He used to be there, questioning my every move, asking if we were doing the right thing, but he has been awfully quiet lately."

"Is there any way I can reach him?" Sangar asked, there was a moment of silence between us before I pulled him in for a kiss, my lips meeting his, finally giving in to the urge I had held for so long and had even forgotten over the years. Sangar did not fight back or try to pull away, his soft lips caressed the hard surface covering mine. Years ago I had been too reserved to act, now I had learned to live in the moment, not hesitating about what I believed to be rightfully mine, but he had gone too far from me.

I wrapped my hands against his waist and he felt so small in my hands. We shared a wanting glance before I began to kiss his neck, slowly moving to his arms, kissing the scars he and his enemies had inflicted on his skin. Sangar whimpered softly against my shoulder as I kissed the burn marks he'd gotten from using the artifacts we both were after before muffling his weeps with kisses.

My demonic blood ordered me to kill him, but I quickly shut the voices away, feeling the heat building up between my loins. Sangar swayed his hips against my body and pulled himself as close as he could be and I could feel his small body trembling. I pulled him down and pushed him on his back, kissing his small breasts, and moving slowly toward his groin.

All of a sudden, Sangar pushed me further away and looked at me.

"Just... Don't hurt me..." he pleaded.

I gave him a silent promise with a kiss we both knew I would break, we would hurt each other one way or another. No matter what was going to take place here, neither of us would or even could change the fates we were heading at. He would still try to save the world by sacrificing himself and I had my ambitions, but just for tonight I could give him something to forget all that, gift him a moment of respite.

I moved down to kiss his folds, gently circling his clit with my tongue. Sangar moaned with pleasure and grabbed my horns to hold onto something. His legs wrapped around me as my forked tongue found his wet hole. I pushed my tongue all the way in and licked his insides, my thumb gently kneading his clit with the same speed. With one hand I released my bulging cock from its bindings and began to pleasure myself.

Sangar's back arched as he came, his inner walls pushed against my long tongue as I pulled it out and crawled on top of him. He glanced at the fat cock in my hand and his eyes widened.

Demonic corruption had its perks when it came to the size and shape of one's member.

I pushed my shaft between his fold and thrusted against the already sore clit with my tip. Each thrust made my throbbing balls hit his cheeks. Sangar's euphoric expression made me grin and I wrapped my hand over his throat, knowing all this was now mine to do as I pleased.

A revered hero whimpering like a bitch in heat below me.

My knotted member rubbed his slit, covering it with wetness coming from within. The hero's eyes begged for me to enter, but I wanted to play with him, edging him towards another climax. I licked my lips and kissed him deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth, fucking his throat with it. Sangar was squirming under my heavy body, trying to escape but at the same time wanting to stay. I began to open up his entrance with my flared tip, slowly pushing in, with each fingerbreadth gained, Sangar gasped, his eyes fluttering from the pleasure.