**Teft’s Healing**
Dalinar strode through the halls of Urithiru at a brisk pace. He was weary and sore, even though the battle at Thaylen City had been almost a week ago. A small victory yes, but he was still anxious, anticipating the many more battles he faced ahead. He knew war. Had lived through it for most of his life. They had achieved a great victory yes, but it was surely not the end. He checked his time piece. Storming woman had him trained like an axehound, constantly checking his wrist. He had an hour or so before the meeting with the Azish. He had hoped that the vicious battle and their eventual victory at Thaylen City would prove to the Azish how needed they were in the coalition, but they were still wary of the Alethi especially after the betrayal of Sadeas’ army. He had tried to explain to them about the influence of the Unmade on the battle, but still they were hesitant.
He sighed loudly as he approached the final corridor to his rooms. Navani would not be there. She was busy studying the King’s Drop and the Unmade he had trapped inside with Jasnah and the other scholars. It was important work he knew, but Storms he could use her presence right now. He waved to his guards to keep watch at the corridor’s entrance. They hesitated, but his steady glare quieted any retorts. Even Szeth nodded in understanding, leaning back against the strange strata along the wall. Dalinar just needed some time alone to think.
As he reached for the handle to his chambers he thought he could hear mumbling further down in the darkness of the hall. He immediately held out his hand to summon a Shardblade, a habit it seemed he still hadn’t quite broken. Instead he sucked in some Stormlight from his pouch to light the darkened hall.
“Who goes there?” He called. A familiar face appeared at the end of the way. Grizzled Teft was wandering the hall aimlessly. He had a slight stagger and was muttering to himself. “Soldier?” Dalinar called again. Teft stopped in his tracks as he recognized him.
“Erhmm oh sorry Brightlord, must’ve gotten lost in these Storming twisting hallways again.” He cursed. “I didn’t mean to disturb you…” He mumbled, turning red with embarrassment. Dalinar studied the man. He was obviously drunk or on the moss again. He sighed. This was a problem he needed to address.
“Come with me Teft.” Dalinar said, waving him into his chambers.
“Brightlord?” Teft started, “I was just on my way to train the soldiers and I-” Dalinar cut him off with a curt gesture. “In here. Now. That’s an order.” Teft, looking chagrined, glanced down the corridor to the soldiers standing watch. He winced under their gaze and quickly stepped into the room. Dalinar waved at the guards to reassure them then stepped in after Teft.
It was a simple room, practical just as Dalinar liked it. A bed in the center, a simple desk in one corner, and a washbasin and mirror in the other. He gestured to Teft to take a seat in a chair as he himself sat on the edge of the bed. Teft sat down solemnly and didn’t look him in the eye. Dalinar waited patiently for him to speak. Teft sighed heavily then placed his head in his hands.
“I thought… I thought things would be different now that Kaladin was back.” He started. “I thought the stormlight would take it all away… It’s supposed to heal isn’t it?”
“Some scars are too deep to heal Soldier.” Dalinar said softly. They sat in silence a little longer “I had hoped the same once before too.’ Dalinar said softly. “That the Stormlight would fix me” Teft looked up from his hands.
“The Blackthorn? Needing to be fixed? The ideal Alethi man, the Savior of Thaylen City, the man who bonded the Stormfather himself.” Teft looked down at his hands again. “I could never be those things, Radiant or not.”
“I am not asking you to be those things Teft.” Dalinar said. He studied the man.
“You and I Soldier, we’re not so different. We’ve seen the price of war. What it does to men. What it does to us. Those are things we can never unsee, pain we can never erase. We may try to escape it, but in the end it has become a part of us.”
“So there is no end to my suffering?” Teft mumbled.
“There is no end.” Dalinar agreed solemnly. “But we must find a better way for you to cope with it.” Teft scoffed at him.
“This from you. I know the stories, and I’ve seen the empty bottles scattered across your room those few weeks past. You’re no better than me at this.”
A heat swelled inside Dalinar for a second, but he pushed it down. *He is right you know. That was you only a few weeks ago. Do better.* Teft looked like he was about to apologize but Dalinar raised his hand to stop him.
“You’re right soldier, that was me, it very well could be me again next week. But that doesn’t excuse us from our duties.”
“So what do you expect from me?” Teft said growing increasingly frustrated. He stood up quickly as if to leave. Dalinar also stood up and before Teft could turn around he approached the man. Teft shrank slightly before his demanding presence. He flinched as Dalinar reached out his hands. But he didn’t strike him. Instead he… embraced him? The Blackthorn was… hugging him? Teft went stiff as a board.
“I’m not letting go until you relax Teft.” Dalinar said gruffly into his ear. Teft still feeling awkward tried his best to relax. “The most important step a man can take Teft, is the next one.” Dalinar whispered into his ear. “That’s all I expect from you, is the next step.” A warmth sprouted in Teft’s chest and began to spread across his whole body. His vision became blurry as tears streamed down his cheeks. This was not how he had expected this meeting to go. He felt something wet along his own shoulder. Was the Blackthorn also… crying? This was a strange meeting indeed.
“I cannot cure you of your addiction Teft.” Dalinar whispered. “Neither can Stormlight. But I can give you something that will help. Love.” Teft wept softly in the man’s tight embrace. Dalinar held him there. Eventually though he pulled away and gripped the man in front of him. He smiled a knowing smile. Teft wiped his tears away and stared back at him. Dried tears stained his scarred face, and despite that crooked nose and the weathered wrinkles that adorned his eyes, he was a beautiful man Teft realized.
“Now until you decide to make your next step Teft let me show you something that may help in the meantime.” Dalinar slid his rough hand up from Teft’s shoulder to his neck and without hesitation leaned in to kiss him. Caught up in the moment Teft didn’t resist. His lips were soft for a man so hard. Energy flowed through him as he grew light headed at the gesture. This wasn’t the euphoric rush of Firemoss, or even the rush of Stormlight as it filled your body with the power of a highstorm itself. This was the rush of an unadulterated adoration for a man who loved him despite how broken he knew he was. As quickly as Dalinar moved in he pulled away from Teft. He studied him curiously. Teft grew a little red in embarrassment. What had just happened?
“Err Sir you may be mistaking me for Drehy, you see he’s the one who is into that kind of stuff…” Teft trailed off still stunned. Dalinar just grinned at him stupidly, his piercing blue eyes studying Teft’s reaction. He almost seemed to revel in his embarrassment. He was beautiful despite what people said. Yes he had the face of a soldier, square and firm, but right now it was the face of a kinder man, and understanding man. The grey at his temples and lines along the corner of his eyes bespoke a wisdom that few had attained.
“What about Brightness Navani?” Teft said dumbly.
“I love Navani, and she knows I am faithful to her wholly. This isn’t about her though, this is about you. I don’t have the time to find a woman who can do this job for me. We have a war on our hands. I need you to be strong. Now Soldier. I need you to know there are things about you to love. I need you to be confident. I need your undying support. If I have to roll you around in the sheets a little to achieve that… “ Dalinar shrugged his powerful shoulders, still grinning. “Then so be it.” Teft looked at him aghast. The Blackthorn wanted to do… what to him?
With the precision of a trained soldier Dalinar rushed Teft and flipped him up and over his shoulder. Teft cried out in protest. How had he moved so quickly? But of course he was glowing faintly with Stormlight. As fast as Dalinar had seized Teft he was thrown down again onto the bed. Teft reactively sucked in his own stormlight. Dalinar growled at him.
“No Stormlight.” he said as his own glow faded. “It is a crutch that you do not need tonight. Learn to face life without it.” Teft reluctantly released his breath and let the power fade away through the pores of his skin. Dalinar began working at Teft’s belt to unleash his pants. Teft tried to protest but Dalinar swatted his hands away.
“Relax Teft, this is for your own good.” Dalinar said, finally ripping his pants off. Teft looked down surprised to see his shaft growing firm in anticipation.
“Looks like your little Soldier has the proper respect to salute me.” Dalinar said with a grin. Teft blushed. What was the Blackthorn doing? Dalinar watched curiously as Tefts cock swelled to stand at full mast. Then without warning, Dalinar wrapped his firm lips around the head. Teft let out a surprised moan. He had been with women before of course, but it had been so long since he had felt the touch of anyone down *there*. He let out a nervous sound as he watched Dalinar’s mouth work his cock up and down slowly. What if someone walked in on them? Damnation what would Navani think? Dalinar seemed to sense his apprehension and stopped to look up at him.
“Teft you need to relax, I’ve made sure no one was to bother me for the next hour. This is all about you. We’re here to release what is holding you back.” His face was so serious as he looked up at him. Teft nodded slowly. Storms it was hard to argue with Dalinar Kholin. Dalinar’s warm mouth moved back onto his shaft and he began to work his way up and down along it’s length. Dalinar wasn’t particularly practiced at it, but he knew enough about what he liked to know what he was doing. The soft moans from Teft certainly proved he was doing something right. He cupped the bushy spheres below Tefts cock as he worked the length with his tongue. He made sure not to go too fast. This was something that couldn’t be rushed.
Dalinar began unbuttoning his uniform. It was getting awfully hot and Teft wasn’t the only one who was about to enjoy this session. It seemed Teft had the same idea as he tossed his own uniform off the side of the bed. Dalinar made a mental note to make sure he didn’t forget that when he left. He didn’t want a repeat incident of missing Bridge four uniforms.
Dalinar’s own shaft was growing hard, appreciating the work he was doing for Teft. He did love the man and wanted the best for him. Dalinar’s mouth was growing sore from the effort so he took one last long slurp and came up breathing hard. Teft looked up at him uncertain.
“Do you want me to erhmm… finish myself now sir?” He said. Dalinar grinned and jumped on top of him to kiss his mouth. This time Teft received it willingly and they locked lips. It was strange kissing such a firm mouth, grizzled on the edges by Tefts beard. Dalinar couldn’t say it was wrong just… different. Teft was passionate, seemingly growing more and more relaxed as they tumbled around in the sheets, unleashing all their pent up aggression in increasingly intense kisses. With a heave Teft rolled him over with a sudden burst of strength. He was glowing faintly in the dimly lit room and grinning stupidly at Dalinar. Dalinar had never seen the man smile so widely, or… mischievously.
Teft looked down at Dalinars throbbing cock and bent down to kiss it ever so softly. Before Dalinar could protest Teft had locked his grizzly lips around the head. *This was supposed to be about him.* Dalinar thought as Teft began to aggressively work his tongue all over his shaft. That thought didn’t last long as Dalinar reveled in the touch and care Teft took as he serviced him. His touch was surprisingly careful for a man so rough. Dalinar was impressed and even took some mental notes to tell Navani later. *Scratch that I don’t think she would take that advice well*. He smiled at the thought of her. She would appreciate the work he was doing for Teft. This was right, Teft needed a good rough and tumble to get him back on track.
Eventually Teft’s motions slowed and Dalinar pulled his head away from his cock.
“Good work Soldier, but I think a mouth isn’t going to satisfy the demons that still haunt you.” Teft eyed him curiously. Dalinar reached under the bed and retrieved a vial of sweetly scented liquid. He handed it to Teft who studied it curiously.
“I know this is a strange request, but they don’t call me tight butt for nothing.” Dalinar said turning around on his knees and proffering his ass to him. There was a slight pause before Teft let out a raucous laugh. It was so loud Dalinar thought he might attract his guards. Dalinar chuckled too but then Teft saw the look on his face.
“You can’t be serious Brightlord?” Dalinar gave him another hard glare. “I’m not fond of repeating myself, Soldier. Am I going to have to order you to do this?” Teft glanced down at Dalinar’s firm ass. It was the toned and muscled art of a man who spent years training his body. Lift was right. Old men shouldn’t have a butt as nice as Dalinar’s. Shakily Teft poured some of the liquid onto Dalinar’s back and watched it run down his crack. Dalinar shivered slightly at the coolness of it. Teft lathered up his own shaft and then slid it between his cheeks like a Chouta.
“Don’t just go shoving it in.” Dalinar growled as Teft made a move to penetrate. “I know I’m the storming Blackthorn but I’m not a Masochist.” Teft fumbled in embarrassment, but eventually lubed up his finger and began to work Dalinar’s hole to widen it a bit. To Teft’s surprise the Blackthorn began to *moan* as he did it. Drehy had sworn there was a secret spot in there or something but Teft had thought he was talking out of his ass. No pun intended?
“Thats good enough Soldier.” Dalinar said. Did Teft sense a hint of regret in that tone? He really was enjoying the massage. Teft’s little soldier had gone limp but the prospect of a tight hole perked him right up again. Nervously, Teft lubed up his shaft and slowly pressed his throbbing cock into the warmth of Dalinar’s backside. He tried to go slow, as he didn’t want to anger the Blackthorn, but eventually he had to give it a good thrust to really get it in there. Dalinar grunted in surprise but he didn’t attempt to kill Teft so that was a good sign. He massaged Dalinar’s hole slowly with his cock, widening the tight moist hole. It felt surprisingly good, not quite like a woman, tighter even. Dalinar’s grunts eventually turned into soft moans as Teft worked his cock in and out slowly.
“Is that how you make love to a woman Soldier? We’re going to be here all night at this rate.” Dalinar chided him. Teft blushed, but then began to thrust with more force. Dalinar’s moans grew louder with each push. Teft’s hips slapped against his firm cheeks as he wished he could plow right through them to get deeper into his Brightlord. Teft sucked in a little stormlight as his rhythm increased. Dalinar too began to glow softly to keep pace with Tefts renewed vigor. Dalinar’s grunts grew heavier with each thrust in perfect time to the throbbing of Teft’s cock. With a final thrust Teft unleashed everything into Dalinar, his Stormlight flooded out through his body, released as if shot out of his own cock with the semen that now seeped out with each fading throb. Dalinar whooped with joy. He actually Storming whooped. Teft collapsed onto his firm muscled back, gripping Dalinar’s shoulders, exhausted from the intensity of it all. For the first time in a long time his mind was clear. No guilt about his family, no worrying about the War, or planning his next Firemoss session. It was just him and Dalinar, collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
After a minute or so Dalinar rolled him off his back and onto his side. There on the bed he pulled Teft into him, grasping him firmly but gentle. Teft lay there breathing in the sweat and scents that emanated from Dalinar’s powerful build. His soft grey chest hair tickled his nose as Dalinar held him, not saying a word. Had a woman ever held him like this? No woman was large enough to, Teft thought. It was kind of nice to just be… held. Like he was a child again.
“You are stronger than you think you are Teft.” Dalinar whispered into his ear. “I know that, your Spren knows that. It’s our job to convince you of that.” Teft shifted uncomfortably. He still felt like an imposter, no matter what Dalinar thought of him. “In time you will see.” Dalinar said his breath warm and sweet on Tefts face as he spoke. For now Teft didn’t care. For now he was just glad to be at peace with himself and the world. And he hadn’t used the moss to get to this state. That in and of itself was a victory in his book.
“Navani will be back soon, and while she is understanding I don’t think we should surprise her with the view of two naked ugly, scarred soldiers lying in her bed hmm?”
“Probably not Brightlord” Teft agreed. He sat up and stretched, noticing the stiff form of Dalinar’s cock between his legs.
“You want me to err help you with that sir?” Teft grunted. Dalinar grinned. “No I think I should save it for Navani don’t you think? She is my wife after all and I wouldn’t want to leave her wanting.”
“Err-right Brightlord.” Teft said. He fumbled to get his clothes back on buttoning his jacket up quickly.
“Thank you Teft.” Dalinar said before he left. “For being who you are.”
“I don’t very well know who else I would be.” Teft said. Dalinar just smiled at that.
“Now go get those Storming soldiers whipped into shape. We have a war to win.” Teft grunted in agreement, and with one last glance at the Blackthorn, stepped back into the halls of Urithiru his head swimming with the recent events, and with surprise, he hoped he might get another spontaneous meeting with the Blackthorn soon.
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