The elves watched the human revelry with bemusement. They deigned to participate, content to sit by the fireside and observe the rowdy humans as they drank, joked and laughed. One particular elf, Leahran, who could by their standards be called a youth despite his already unnaturally long life, watched the humans with heightened interest. Having known nothing but the serenity of elven glades and the calm of nature, he was excited by the energy of their mortal companions. Others, wiser and older than he, who had traversed the human world before, were less keenly interested, if still mildly amused by human antics.

But to Leahran these humans practically breathed life. Their movements were energetic, violent, as they strove to live as much as they could in what to elves was a mere blink in time. They laughed louder than any elf and smiled broader. They were so animated while the elves sat straight as tree trunks, unmoving and without the barest emotion on their stony faces. It was no lie the elves were superior in their beauty, as ethereal as it was, but there was raw beauty to the humans as well, that Leahran felt drawn to. The beauty of living.

His eyes were drawn to a particular knot of humans directly across the fire from him and he watched through the dancing orange tongues of flame. Central to their rowdy little crowd was a man in a particular style of uniform Leahran had come to recognise as being a sign of commanding rank among humans. He had dark, laughing eyes set in a weather beaten and creased face. His teeth flashed as he laughed with his companions, occasionally slapping another on the back as they roared with laughter at a particularly amusing joke. The commander held a cup of that gold drink human's called ale in his hand but Leahran observer he only sipped the drink, choosing instead to talk with his companions in sobriety.

Leahran had lost himself in their noisy, nonsensical conversation when he was jolted from his reverie by the commander's smouldering dark eyes. They stared straight through the flames and into Leahran's startled green ones. The man smirked and Leahran panicked. He'd been caught spying on the humans, how embarrassing. But he couldn't break his stare. The humans didn't seem to mind that their commander had fallen silent and continued their revelry.

Leahran almost didn't notice but the commander made a subtle gesture and stood. He wandered away from the fire, patting his men on the back and whispering in their ears, bidding them goodnight. They waved him off distractedly as he ambled into the shadows edging the camp. Leahran sat frozen for a moment, unsure if the gesture was meant for him and whether or not he wished to follow the man if it was. His curiosity and the memory of those dark, dark eyes got the better of him though and with elven elegance he rose and glided off in the direction the man had disappeared. He'd only made it a few steps out of the light when a firm hand closed over his wrist.

Leahran let himself be drawn aside by the human man, too caught up in those smouldering black-brown eyes to care much as he was lead silently away from the amiable chatter of the fireside. Neither the humans, rowdy with drink, nor the composed elves who were their company, paid the pair much mind as they disappeared into the shadows, back towards the tents. Leahran looked back to his elven companions, enchanted as they were with the spluttering embers and curious human revelry, not noticing him being dragged further from their midst. Apprehension stirred in his gut and he wondered if letting this mortal man steal him away was wise. Yet he couldn't bring himself to break the man's grip on his pale wrist, or tear his eyes away from the rugged, weather-beaten face, so handsome in the faint light of the receding fire. So he let the man lead him off alone, into the dark confines of one of the multiple sleeping tents the human's had rigged up in their makeshift camp.

They pushed through the canvas flap and into one of the larger tents near the centre of the camp. The interior was dark and it took even Leahran's sharp elven eyes a moment to adjust. The faintest of light filtered through the canvas walls from the distant fire, providing the barest golden glow to the tent. Leahran could make out sparse furnishings with only a single cot and small, cluttered table.

The commander pulled him to the centre of the tented space before releasing his wrist. He made no move to light a candle or lantern, leaving them, to Leahran's surprise, plunged in darkness. Leahran could feel an expectancy hanging in the air, a heaviness of some tension he could not name. The human paced around him, jovial demeanour fallen away to reveal to Leahran a coldness, a rawness, a greed he had not felt before. It unsettled him.

"Who are you?" Leahran asked, eyes following the circling human who had dragged him here.

"I present myself," the human replied, pausing to address the elf with a shallow bow, and wicked smile, "Commander Beau Harken."

"Well met," Leahran replied as courtesy dictated, with a similar bow, hand over his heart, "I present myself Leahran Duskwalker."

There was a drawn pause as the two eyed each other. Beau watched the elf with eyes that seemed to burn through him, raking across every inch of him, sizing him up, and appraising him like a cut of meat. It was a long moment before the human spoke again.

"We are both diplomats," the man whispered huskily, "tasked by our people to try to understand each other and to build an amiable relationship between our races. As representatives for our respective races, I have a proposal for you."

"What is your proposal?" Leahran replied curtly, but his voice trembled, uncertain of where the man was heading.

"Let's play diplomats and become acquainted...," he purred, stepping forward so he was inches from the elf's face, "intimately..."

Leahran shrunk away. Was this human suggesting... Surely not... Leahran backed away, reeling with shock and repulsion. He did not want what this human was suggesting - yet he found the thought strangely titillating. In a life as long as his, spanning the centuries, one had to find inventive new ways of filling it. The human, Beau, waited, what could have been a sly smile on his lips, as Leahran battled indecision.

"C'mon, elf," he goaded; stepping forward to make up for the distance Leahran had backed away, "You wouldn't have followed me if you weren't expecting something. I'll be gentle... promise."

Leahran shivered, but this time with an unquenchable longing for whatever wickedness the human was tempting him with. To feel mortality in the most intimate way possible - the idea drew him like a hunger. Indecision still rippled across his face as he stared down into those liquid brown eyes.

Then the human was pressed against him, hot mouth at his neck, kissing and sucking at the soft white skin of his throat. A hot tongue ran along the cool elven flesh and Leahran squeaked at the sensation. He bit his lip, embarrassed at making such an undignified sound and Beau peered up at him with mocking eyes, running his tongue in circles over the sensitive skin under his chin.

The human pulled away, lips twisting into a haughty, daring smile as he regarded the elf, trembling with shock.

"That was just a taste," he purred, "But if you don't consent, you can always leave..."

"I consent," Leahran breathed, voice catching as his body shivered even in the warm night air.

"Then promise not to make a sound," the man whispered, "We do not want to be heard... so close to the rest of the camp..."

The elf nodded and let the human advance upon him, faster than the elf would have expected for one of his kind. With his rough, strong hands, Beau stripped away his fine elven silks like dead leaves, hands brushing against his skin, feeling his body as the garments fell, gently probing places Leahran hadn't dreamt could sense so much at just a brush of the human's skin. The elf was left stark naked, pale skin gleaming in the faint light, as Beau pulled away from him. Elves were rarely self-conscious, but in that moment Leahran wished to cover himself and hide away from that dark, appraising gaze as it ran over him as though a living thing.

Then Beau had him by the wrist again and had drawn him over to the cot. He indicated with a gesture that the elf should sit and Leahran complied, too shy in this strange new activity to assert his dominance. He watched entranced as the man stripped away his smart military uniform, fingers dancing deftly over the gold buttons and pulling the cloth from his figure. He was distinctly stockier than the elf, with thick muscles from gruelling military training and skin tanned from hours under the baking sun. Leahran was thin, lean in his muscling and his skin had an unearthly alabaster pallor. Beau was even more handsomely endowed between the thighs than the elf, with a thick length, already perking with an erection. The elf's was again pale and thin in comparison but still, he reassured himself, quite sizeable.

Beau slid, naked, onto the cot beside him.

"I want you to sit on my lap," he instructed in hushed tones, leaning back against the wood headrest of the cot and patting his thighs.

Again, Leahran complied and tentatively settled himself onto Beau's lap. He was shocked to feel the hardness of the man's cock pressing erect against his buttocks and made to pull away. The man wrapped a strong arm around his chest and pulled him back down and his cock pressed harder against Leahran's rear, but not positioned to penetrate his opening.

"Ready?" Beau asked in that sultry voice of his, breath hot in Leahran's ear, "Do you want a gag to help stay quiet?"

"Elves are, by nature, silent," Leahran retorted weakly, barely masking his apprehension.

The man chuckled, shifted his position and pushed upwards hard. His cock slid roughly into Leahran and the elf cried out in pain as the thickness tore the delicate skin of his opening and blood trickled out. Beau let out a throaty grunt as his body shuddered. Leahran's pain was excruciating as the thick, hot shaft stretched the elf's tight hole wide. Only a thin wall of canvas separated them from the camp outside and he slapped a hand to his mouth to smother another cry, arching away from the hot human body. He made to pull away completely but the human dragged him back and held him pressed firmly to his chest with one strong arm.

"Sure you don't want that gag now?" he whispered sadistically in the elf's ear, voice breathy.

Leahran nodded, not removing his hand for fear he would let out a whimper. Beau pressed a wad of cloth into his other hand and Leahran forced the material into his mouth until his cheeks bulged and he could only breathe through his nose.

Then he waited but the human remained motionless, cock sunk to its base in his protesting rear. The unnatural thing wedged deep inside him was uncomfortable and foreign. He squirmed, muscles clenching around the hot, throbbing length. This only tore the skin of his opening further and sent thrills of both pain and pleasure trembling through him and he knew it was doing the same for Beau who grunted and moaned quietly with each move the elf made.

He made to pull the gag from his mouth, to demand what the human was doing, but his hands were slapped down and a rough hand yanked his head painfully back by the hair.

"Hush," the man growled, "I know what I'm doing."

His mouth migrated down from the elf's ear, nipping and kissing the white skin, keeping his cock maddeningly still. Instead his hands moved around and closed around Leahran's member causing him to jolt and Beau moan at the sensation this elicited along his own cock. His hands began working up and down Leahran's length, causing his erection to rear full and hot in front of him and the elf to grunt into his gag. When Leahran began jerking in time with Beau's strokes, the human brought one hand back around to yank cruelly at his long flaxen hair, stilling him with a muffled yelp. With the elf again motionless, trembling with the ecstasy of the sensations of his body, unable to move to better pleasure himself, Beau began working his hand again, maddeningly slowly. Pressing on the hot head of Leahran's cock, he rubbed his finger hard against it so the elf cried out into his gag. He made the elf squirm on his member and he let out a throaty growl of pleasure. He got crueller with his jerking, his hand moving faster and harder as the cock thrummed against his fingers and the elf cried out silently again and again, barely keeping his body still as he was shaken with the sheer ecstasy of the rough touch. Beau felt the elf's erection shudder as he reached ejaculation and tacky fluid dribbled down over his fingers as the elf screamed silently into his gag with the frenzy of release. His body made tiny bucks on Beau's cock as the elf clenched and pumped thin semen. Beau let out a low moan, moving ever so slightly with the elf and rolling his head with the overwhelming sensation, until the elf was spent.

Leahran slumped, body shivering, breathing laboured through his nose. It had taken more energy out of him than he had expected to cum like that. He closed his eyes and exhaled. The sensation of it all had been electrifying though.

Without warning, Beau slid his cock out partway before slamming it brutally back in. Leahran cried out into his gag and jerked with the shock and power of the thrust, while Beau grunted. He thrust again, and again, building to a steady rhythm with each thrust, the elf letting out a smothered mewl. Beau himself grunted, as he went harder and harder, pushing the elf forward and down so his face pressed into the bedding. He wrapped both his thick arms around the elf's chest and bit into Leahran's neck with blunt teeth, holding tight to the skin as their bodies shuddered.

He pounded into the hunched over elf, driving his face into the cot's mattress with each thrust and biting so hard at the elf's neck that he drew blood. One hand moved back to push up on Leahran's hip so it moved with every downward thrust of Beau's own hips. The human grunted and growled into Leahran's flesh and the elf himself screamed silently against his gag. The hand grasping the elf firmly by the waist pulled him even harder into each shove as Beau pounded down, both hunched and bent over, Leahran's with his ass raised as he knelt, chest pressed into the cot and arms useless to push his face out of the mattress as Beau's weight bore down. Beau himself rested over the top of him, face pressed against the elf's back and body contorted over the pale elven body, hips pumping roughly and legs standing as he leant over the elf. Beau was growling like an animal as he pushed harder, slamming the elf onto his cock, hitting his prostate repeatedly and sending spasms shooting through Leahran.

It wasn't long before Beau came. Leahran could feel the hot fluid spurt into him as Beau reared into him one last time, holding his shuddering cock as deep within him as he could while he shook with the ejaculation. Semen dribbled from Leahran's own cock as he arched in a similar shuddering, twitching release, his whole body thrumming with the energy of his and Beau's climax. With each burning spurt of semen, Beau let out a throaty grunt, and pushed a little harder into Leahran, shaking, until he was spent.

Leahran gasped as Beau slid out of him with a slick, almost suckering sound and the elf felt his opening smart at the sudden absence of the thick shaft it had come accustomed to. He felt a wetness trickle down his inner thigh which he knew would be blood and Beau's seed his clenching rectum pushed out. Beau unclamped his teeth and Leahran felt the blood from the bite run down his collar bone and drip onto the mattress below him. Limbs suddenly weak, he fell onto the damp bedding and reached weakly to pull the saliva soaked rag from his mouth and toss it to the floor. Lying there gasping for breath and moaning, Leahran felt the cot lurch as Beau slumped down beside him.

They lay like that for a long time, just breathing and regaining their strength. Then Beau rolled over to face Leahran, staring into him with still bright eyes.

"Tired yet elf?" he asked quietly, almost as though issuing a challenge.

Not more, the elf moaned to himself. Yes his strength had somewhat returned and he itched to feel that heat and force again, but...

"Wait here..." Beau whispered in his ear and pushed himself up and off the cot, "I'll be back."

Leahran watched curiously as he slipped into a simple night shift and exited the tent in a rustle of canvas. He propped himself up into a sitting position and listened to the faint noises of the fireside revelry. The noise had totally been blocked during his and Beau's intercourse, lost to his ears to be replaced with those rough, growling grunts... He felt his body heat up and he shuddered at the recollection.

His member was still partly stiff between his legs and coated in thin, opaque semen. He ran his hand along it, so much softer and gentle than Beau's touch. Leahran shuddered remembering the feel of those big hands and stroked faster, rolling his eyes back and letting out a low moan. Hunching in on himself he pumped harder, doubling over as he jerked off. The muscles of his buttocks clenched and he arched his back, straining with the agonisingly pleasurable sensation. He climaxed faster this time, with the desperation of his jerking hand over stimulating his once again hard member, causing it to spurt sticky dribbles of his seed onto the crumpled sheets of the cot. His whole body bucked and trembled with the release and he slumped forward, cock twitching as it shot thin white ropes of fluid in small bursts. He sighed as the electricity of the feeling faded to dulled pleasure and his cock began to still and shrink.

The whole cot stunk of Beau's sweat and a mix of their pungent seed. The sheets stuck to his legs as he shifted position on the damp mattress. He breathed the scent in as he waited for Beau to return.

He didn't wait long before the canvas door was pushed open and Beau prowled back into the tent. He dragged with him a very drunk soldier and Leahran recoiled, throwing his hands up to try and cover his nakedness. But he needn't have bothered as the lad was muzzy with drink and his eyes roamed erratically, unable to focus. Beau towed him over to the cot and the man stumbled and fell. Leahran peered down at him, lolling on the dirt floor, a stupid drunk grin on his face.

"This is Private d'Arcy Langton," Beau told him with a dangerous smirk, "He's agreed to play with us..."

"But he's drunk," Leahran protested, "He can't consent. It would be abuse, rape even!"

"He consents," Beau pouted, and dragged d'Arcy's head up by his hair, "You wanna fuck, don't ya Private?"

"Wanna fuck," the Private repeated in a slurred voice, "Less go hunnee..."

"See?" Beau said smugly, eyes darkening as he stared at Leahran, "He just wants to fuck."

The elf felt repulsed by this new facet to the Commander. When wooing him into bed he'd been sly yet gentle, but now he stood before him like a feral dog, pushing him to do something Leahran felt to his core to be wrong. It made him squirm.

"Come on now elf," the commander growled, a new underlying threat to his voice, "You consented to play with me so come play - or it'll be me and the Private fucking you."

Leahran stared at him suddenly frightened - not just at the threat but by how much sway this mortal man's words held. He was so tempted...

His resolve caved and he swung his legs over the side of the cot and spread them wide. Beau grinned and threw d'Arcy down to the ground again. He beat and pulled the man until he crouched on all fours between Leahran's legs.

"Go on," he invited the elf, with a gesture.
Leahran hesitated before reaching out and grabbing the Private under the chin. He had a soft baby face with the faintest prickle of the boy's first stubble. He had a nice face, Leahran mused, with almond shaped, hazel eyes. He pulled the lad forward so his face was between his white thighs, mouth so close to his cock the boy's hot breath tickled the skin. His member was still limp so he lifted it and positioned the head at the Private's lips. Leahran looked down at him. His eyes were heavy lidded and his head wobbled drunkenly. The boy had no idea what was happening.

"Go on," Beau repeated more forcefully, walking over.

He reached down and grabbed Leahran's limp member roughly. Jerking d'Arcy's head up by the hair, he pressed the boy's face hard against the elf's cock. The Private's lips parted over Leahran's head and he gasped at the wet heat.

"Now suck, Private," Beau hissed in the drunken man's ear, and released his hair.

Leahran felt him try to reply, but with the cock in his mouth it came out as a muffled jumble. The act of trying to speak sent vibrations along Leahran's slowly rousing shaft.

"Suck, Private!" Beau snarled quietly and this time the lad did as asked.

The Private began sucking hard on Leahran's cock. The sensation of his mouth pulling on him sent agonising pleasure coursing through the elf and he found his hand coming around to grasp the boy's hair. He dug his fingers tightly into the dark locks and began jerking his head back and forth, bobbing it up and down on his slowly hardening cock. D'Arcy was trying to protest, his voice sending vibrations tickling Leahran and his tongue started to thrash in his mouth, unintentionally stimulating the elf further. He could feel the saliva building up in the Private's mouth, hot and wet, some escaping to dribble down the man's chin. Leahran only wrenched his head up and down faster, pushing deeper and deeper until d'Arcy's lips touched the base of his cock and the lad gaged against the erection banging the back of his throat.

Leahran cried out in pleasure. He slapped a hand over his mouth but Beau snarled at him. The human grabbed the still damp wad of cloth from the floor where Leahran had thrown it. He brought it over to the elf and forced it into his mouth. There was still dirt stuck to it from its time on the floor but Leahran couldn't protest as Beau forcefully stuffed it in.

The burning of his crotch was too much for him to stop and worry about the gag though and he continued to bang d'Arcy's head back and forth brutally, kicking his hips in time with the jerking motion so he forced his cock as far down his throat as it would go.

"Slow down elf," Beau commanded, "Hold your cock still in his mouth."

Leahran made a muffle protest but a dark look from Beau made him stop his jerking of d'Arcy's head. He instead kept his cock deep in the boy's throat, pressing his face into his crotch, and let him gag against it while he waited for Beau to make a move.

Beau did make a move and walked back round to stand behind the kneeling Private. He crouched down and reaching under his stomach, undid the lad's belt. He roughly pulled d'Arcy's pants down his legs to his ankles and slapped the boy hard on the ass so he jerked forward into Leahran's cock. Beau himself lifted his sleeping shift and positioned himself in front of d'Arcy's opening. Leahran was shocked when he shoved his already fully erect member straight in and began thrusting immediately. It had taken Leahran quite some time to reach erection again, even with the Private's mouth working him. Then he recalled that Beau had only cum once that night while the elf had come three times.

How much more did he have in him? His muscles were feeling quite fatigued but he still felt he could go at least once more , as he was sure Beau could and more. The human was slamming brutally into d'Arcy who was screaming against Leahran's cock. Every time he tried to pull away from Leahran, Beau slammed him forwards again and the elf's shaft sunk deeper. The elf resumed the bucking of his hips against the Private's face, falling into rhythm with Beau's thrusts so the two slammed into the lad simultaneously. D'Arcy thrashed, eyes rolling, as Beau hit him in his most sensitive spot over and over.

Leahran's orgasmic climax peaked and he shuddered with the muscle clenching ecstasy. He didn't cum this time, but simply orgasmed, trembled violently with the thrill. He dimly heard Beau grunting as he continued to pump even after Leahran had peaked. Then the thrusting stilled and d'Arcy arched against what Leahran assumed was the hot cum Beau was spurting into him. Leahran kept the boy's mouth pressed over his cock while Beau ejaculated inside him, the man's thick muscles clenching as he grunted with each spurt. Suddenly, d'Arcy fell limply to the floor, both Leahran and Beau's cocks sliding out without warning, just as Beau shot his last string of white semen. It fell wetly onto the boy's shirt.

"That little shit!" Beau growled, and grabbed the limp boy, "He fainted on us!"

Leahran spat the gag and turned to the angry human.

"Isn't that enough anyway?" he gasped breathlessly.

"No," Beau growled, "Get here elf."

Leahran complied, well past any qualms he had once had against anything Beau wanted him to do. He got onto his knees next to Beau and the unconscious man. The Commander was furious. His face, already red from exertion, had deepening to a livid scarlet. He pulled the boots off d'Arcy, stripping him of the trousers bunched around his ankles completely, tossing the offending garment.

"Cock still stiff this time?" Beau asked, reaching down to grab the elf's member, checking it was indeed still hard, "Good. Now I want you to have a turn."

"What?" Leahran asked, alarmed.

"Fuck him," Beau said slowly, voice barely louder than a whisper, "You've been pounded by me so now it's your turn to do something."

"But he's unconscious!" Leahran hissed, "Why can't I do it with you?"

"So what if he's unconscious? Just means he can't get away from you," Beau snapped, "And you can't do me because I say you have to do him. Now get your dick in him."

Leahran gave up protesting and rolled the unconscious man onto his back and spread his legs. He was so heady with the stink of semen and the riot of hormones and sensations within him that he simply went along with Beau. The lad's cock rose erect over his stomach, stimulated during Beau's previous pounding. He grabbed the lad's hips and lined himself up. Emulating Beau, he sunk it straight in. The tightness shocked him and he just knelt there penetrating the lad, too surprised to start thrusting. He was hot and soft and tight and involuntary muscle contractions clenched against his thick length. He saw the unconscious lad's cock twitch.

"Go on elf," Beau said with a quiet smirk, reaching down to grab a hold of his own cock, "Do it."

Leahran realised Beau was going to jerk off while watching him. Nervously, Leahran began drawing his shaft in and out. Beau let out a grunt of approval and the elf saw him rub his hand firmly up and down his fully erect cock. Leahran was finding it hard though. His body was exhausted after his last exertion and his muscles were weak as he tried to build ferocity in his thrusting. He was forced to keep an agonisingly slow pace. The limp body of d'Arcy jerked with each laboured thrust and his erection trembled each time the elf managed to hit the boy's prostate. Leahran grunted as the lad's rectum clenched around his cock involuntarily while he still lay limp on the ground.

"Hurry up!" Beau moaned, strokes getting more frantic as he neared his climax.

Leahran put all his energy into thrusting as he hunched over with the exertion. He felt his muscles clench and knew he just needed to push a little more to reach his own climax. Then he felt d'Arcy clamp especially tight around him and spasm. The lad's cock twitched and semen shot from the tip, spattering over the front of his uniform and he let out a low moan, head lolling, still unconscious. Leahran thrust with renewed vigour as tacky semen dribbled down the Private's shaft, pooling in white rivulets at its base and trickling down his thighs to where d'Arcy and Leahran's bodies met, making tiny squelching sounds every time the elf and man's bodies connected.

He was gasping for air as he arched inwards and he felt his own member shudder with release. The ejaculation spurted into d'Arcy and Leahran groaned, muscles going slack as he fell atop the boy, his cock sliding out still dribbling white fluid and slowly going limp.

"Uuunggg!" Beau grunted and climaxed.

He loosed spurt after hot spurt, which trickled thick and hot down his shaft and all over his hand, still clenched around his cock. Leahran watched him sidelong from where he lay atop the Private, face pressed against the boy's chest. Beau had his eyes closed and Leahran watched him clench, muscles quivering and becoming more defined. He grunted, as the last of the semen trickled down the shaft and he released his grip.

They stayed in their respective positions, Leahran atop d'Arcy and Beau sitting beside them, as they caught their breath. Leahran felt his muscles loosen into fatigue and the bite at his neck, forgotten in the heady pleasures, start to throb. He shifted his position slightly and lances of stinging pain shot from his torn opening where the trickles of blood had dried. The euphoria of the sexual high was fading, leaving him feeling beat up and abused. His eyelids drooped and he felt his battered body drifting towards sleep.

"Hey," Beau breathed, slapping him gently on the cheek, "Don't nod off just yet. We need to clean up this mess first."

Leahran heard Beau get to his feet and move over to the cot. He pulled himself into a sitting position and looked down at the Private. The elf sat between the unconscious man's legs, dirty and scrapped where he had banged himself against the ground while doing the Private. D'Arcy himself was crumpled and soiled, his uniform covered in dirt and the odd splatter of semen staining the fabric. Leahran was sure he would also bear so scrapes and bruises from him, Beau and the rough floor.

Beau was stripping the soiled sheets from the cot, bundling them in a tight ball. He then turned to Leahran and d'Arcy, regarding them thoughtfully. Seeming to decide on something, he moved over to a chest at the end of the cot and pulled out a simple sleeping shift, identical to the one he still wore.

"Put this on and help me carry the Private," he told Leahran quietly, throwing him the garment.

The elf slipped into the simple shift wordlessly. He stood and lifted the Private with Beau so they held him one under each arm, d'Arcy's bootless feet dragging as they carried him between them to the cot and lay him down.

"I'm just going to run to the supply tent and grab him a fresh uniform," Beau whispered, "You watch him and make sure he doesn't wake."

Leahran watched him slip away without waiting for a reply. The elf didn't think d'Arcy would wake - not with the way the man was snoring gently. Now that he wasn't so caught up in his hormonal giddiness, he was able to notice subtly things he hadn't before. For one, the Private reeked of drink, an offending odour that now mingled with the stink of sweat. The man also had an old wound down his leg - a scar from a sword cut perhaps - and another faint scar beside his left eye, near the temple. Wounds from his military service no doubt, the elf mused.

Beau wasn't long in returning, a neatly pressed and folded uniform in his arm. He grabbed the soiled sheets as well and tucked both under his arm, walking back to grab the Private with his free arm.

"Give me a hand," he commanded Leahran, "Let's drag him down to the stream and wash up. Do you think we'll run into any elves?"

"Not if we head down stream," Leahran told him, "We are camped upstream so we don't have to bathe in water tainted by humans."

He realised his remark could have been offensive, but if it was Beau didn't show it. Instead he just grunted.

"Let's go then," he said, "All the elves have returned to your camp and only a few stragglers still sit by the fire. We should be able to reach the stream without being seen and head down to where it goes into that thick grove of trees downstream."

As they dragged d'Arcy out of the tent, Leahran was frightened to see the surrounds lit by the moon. It had been late to rise and was only now just peaking over the trees surrounding the camp, nestled as it was in a large clearing of the forest. The spluttering fire barely cast any light now, out shone by the silver orb in the sky. It cast uncomfortable light on Beau and the elf as they dragged the half-naked Private through the tents, but they encountered no one.

They exited the camp undetected and reached the bank of the stream. Beau turned them to the left and they made their way downstream, d'Arcy hanging like dead weight between them. It wasn't far before they passed into the trees and the camp was lost from sight. They dragged the Private a little further though, to a bend in the stream and a short way beyond, just to be sure they were truly out of sight before they let the unconscious man drop to the ground.

Leahran regarded Beau with guarded curiosity. The man mercurial - one minute jovial and charming, laughing and joking good humouredly by the fire with his men, and the next he became hungry and cruel, sly and manipulative. Now he had fallen into a brusque efficiency, as he set about erasing evidence of their activities.

"God, he's heavy," Beau complained, throwing down the linens and the uniform and rolling his shoulder, "C'mon, let's strip him down and get him into the water."

Leahran nodded and knelt beside the prone d'Arcy. He undid the buttons of his jacket, not gold like Beau's were, and his hand brushing the sticky patch of the Private's semen near the bottom. He pulled his hand away and wiped it clean on an unsoiled patch of the man's uniform. Beau pushed d'Arcy into a slumped sitting position, holding him while Leahran pulled the jacket off, followed by the under shirt until the man was naked and Beau let him fall back on the sandy bank.

"Now get undressed as well and we'll drag him in," Beau commanded, pulling his own shift up over his head and throwing it aside.

Leahran mimicked the human and pulled his shift off over his head, shivering at the chill of the air on his exposed skin. Just because elves acted as though emotionless and completely composed, it didn't mean they were without sensation, as Beau had proved, so utterly shattering his façade that he shivered even at the sensation of the breeze. It would take him some time to regain full composure, Leahran ruminated sourly as he helped Beau lift d'Arcy and drag him into the cold water.

They rubbed him down, careful to keep his head above water, washing the sweat, dirt and stale semen off his body. Beau was especially thorough, meticulously cleaning his most intimate areas, and perhaps feeling the Private a little more for his own pleasure than for cleaning purposes. Leahran too, found his hands migrating south to join Beau's in "cleaning" d'Arcy's genitals. But they soon dragged the man back to the bank and lay him half out of the water, his waist down still resting in the stream while they waded back into the deep to clean themselves.

"Here, let me," Beau purred, and pulled Leahran through the water towards him.

He began rubbing the elf's body, first on his back and shoulders, but quickly moving lower and lower, much to Leahran's rising panic. Were they going to...? Again...? Beau must have noticed his unease because he leaned into Leahran's ear.

"Don't worry," he breathed, breath hot against Leahran's chilled skin, "I'm spent for tonight."

"Ah," Leahran sighed with relief, certain he wouldn't have been able to handle any more.

"You aren't very talkative," Beau continued, still breathing against his ear, pressed close against the elf's back as he rubbed him down between the legs, making Leahran squirm, "I know I was a little rough back in the tent... I get like that sometimes... particularly in those situations, but I won't hurt you anymore."

"You promised you were going to be gentle," Leahran managed to whisper.

"I'm sorry," Beau whispered, moving his lips to kiss tenderly at the bite at the elf's neck, "I shouldn't have been so brutal on your first time."

His hand moved round between them and his fingers ran down between Leahran's buttocks, rubbing away the caked blood and residual semen. They also stung the broken skin and Leahran gasped. They were gentle though, as they massaged the clenching opening, the motion warming the area and softening the pain. He could feel one of the fingers teasing at the opening as beau contemplated pushing it in but thankfully the human decided against it and his hand retreated to clean the elf's chest and stomach.

They floated there, the water soaking off the sweat and seed, Beau rubbing away the rest until Leahran's body felt cleansed, if still sore and stiff from overexertion. Then Beau released him and they drifted apart. Leahran turned and pulled the man back towards him. It was his turn to clean Beau and he started where the human had on him, with the shoulders and back. He felt the tight muscles loosen under his hands ad he scrubbed away the tacky sweat that clung to his skin. Humans sweated more than elves, and most of the sweat that had been on Leahran had belonged to Beau. He rubbed lower, down onto the muscles of his back and pronounced abdominals at the front. They were so distinct from training Leahran would have almost thought them chiselled into the man's flesh.

He moved lower, until his hands brushed his limp cock and between his thighs. He cleaned off the dried semen, until he realised his hands were lingering too long for simple cleaning and he moved them on to clean between Beau's thighs. He felt the water ripple as the man chuckled.

"Don't be shy," Beau purred, eyes closed as he let his head fall back to rest on Leahran's shoulder, "It was just up your ass so feel it all you want."

Leahran hesitated. He did want to feel the man's cock in this more relaxed situation, to get a feel for it and explore its most intimate crevices. His hands moved back up and he began to probe around it, no longer intent on cleaning but curious instead. He paid particular attention to Beau's testicles. They sat in the palm of his hand and were covered in slightly wrinkled skin and thick hairs. He rolled them and rubbed them together and he heard the human's sharp intake of breath.

Leahran pulled away suddenly, pushing beau away from him.

"No, I really shouldn't," he whispered, almost to himself, glancing over at the inert d'Arcy on the shore, "We really need to get cleaned up and get the Private back to his tent."

Beau seemed disappointed but just nodded. He splashed his face quickly and ran his hands through his hair before wading out of the water and heaving the unconscious man fully onto the bank. They dried him hastily with the relatively clean undershirt before redressing him in the crisp, clean uniform Beau had taken from the supply tent. Then they donned their own simple sleeping shifts, not bothering to dry themselves and letting the water soak the fabric. Between them, they lifted d'Arcy, one under each arm and began the trek back to camp, speaking not a word.