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“I swear if I get one more governmental power trying to.. what’s the exact word they like to use… leash.. me? There are going to be several words.” Mat sat on the bed watching him pace back and forth ranting, understandably so. He was getting quite agitated with it all himself.
“I’m sorry love, lucky for me they only try to pull that to get to you, each time makes me want to shove my ashandarei so far up their ass they stop mispronouncing “light” in the Old Tongue. I can’t possibly comprehend how that must be, happening all of the time.”
He got a smile for that. “Kinky.” Rand had stopped his pacing and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest. “Mi Dival that’s pretty basic in comparison to the things you’ve asked me to do.”
“Yet you’ve also enjoye- is that how you say it?” Mat stood and picked up his ashandarei from where it sat leaned against the bed frame. “Say what?” Rand’s eyes narrowed on the blade before glancing back to Mat. “Light.”
“You screamed for several hours.”
“I can’t believe I fell for that…” He looked down and shook his head, a soft chuckle from his lips. “You know I was wondering if-“ Cold metal met his chin and pushed his head up. “No go on, don’t let me stop you.”
Mat’s smirk is going to be the death of me I swear
“Nothing.. I was just thinking about how amusing it is they don’t give you a second thought and yet you’re the only one able to make me kneel.” Rand quickly went to disarm him but was immediately reminded of his partner’s millions of memories from war as it swung back and smacked him in the back of the head. He lost his balance and fell into Mat’s arms who was bracing himself with the ashandarei.
“How the Dragon has fallen so far. Taken down by a simple farmer, did you seriously just use a one liner?? Rand al’Thor. A one liner. Isn’t that kinda my thing?”
“Nope, I’m stealing it from you. It’s mine now.”
“I should knock you on your knees and take you right now.”
“Why don’t you then?”
“Cause I need to know my Dragon’s still got bite. They do that again and you better tell them off before I will with my stick.”
Rand seemed to react a little too noticeably to that last sentence cause before he could blink his knees met the floor. “Unless you want to keep it all to yourself?”
Everything was quiet for a moment and Mat wondered if he went too far. “I do.. My Honorable General. I really do.” Rand kept his hands on his knees and with a breath looked up and met Mat’s eyes.
“This better not be a ploy to get me to accept compliments soldier or I will tie you up on a wall and take you whenever I please.”
“Don’t tell me you would prefer Lord?”
“Oh blood and ashes no, if you start on that bloody nonsense too I think I’ll just die.”
“What? And you’ll just leave me tied to a wall never to be taken by you again?”
“I just might if you act up.”
“What if I say pretty please?”
“You’ll have to do a lot more begging than that mi dival.”
“Just revive you with my begging.”
“Honestly I wouldn’t put it past you if I’m being honest.”
“I wouldn’t put it past me either, now please either tie me up or let me remove your trousers cause you look extremely attractive at this angle and I think I myself might just die.”
Mat smiled and crouched down at Rand’s level. “You make too much noise and the Maidens are right outside. Don’t suppose we can go on one of those daily disappearances you do to a place more private.”
“I thought you didn’t like me channeling.” Rand leaned forward and rested his forehead on Mat’s shoulder. He smiled as Mat immediately started stroking his hair with his freehand. “I don’t generally, but you also look bloody beat and I’m willing to help you with that.”
“By dominating me with mind and soul until my eyes water?”
“Something like that, sure.” He finally looked up and with a smile Mat and his lips met. Carefully Mat pushed him down onto the floor so he laid in front of him, never separating. His ashandarei braced behind him, crossed across his back.
Rand pulled him closer and with a start he felt he and Rand fall and bounce onto a bed. The temperature rising just enough to be noticeable from the cold room before. The gateway closed behind him and with a smile he muttered “dramatic pain in the ass….”
“Bloody right, now are you gonna get off me and look around or am I going to have to kiss you again?” Mat smiled and glanced between his eyes and lips again before whispering, “what about both..?” Their lips met again and Mat carefully got his arm underneath him and lifted him up with him.
Rand straddled Mat and groaned in anticipation, tightening his grip on him. Stifling what felt like a whine on his lips as Mat touched his thighs to pull him impossibly closer. He had sat his ashandarei next to him at some point so he could have both hands free and slowly removed his scarf. Rand stopped and watched his hands with noticeably dilated pupils.
“You wanna get tied up now or picked up as I walk around and do it later?” Rand seemed to ponder his response before answering. “How about.. maybe picked up with my hands tied.. around you?? If that makes sense..?” Mat smiled, “It does. Give me your hands mi dival. I’ll tie your hands first so that they’re more tight and then you can throw them around my neck later okay?”
Rand nodded and leaned back so he could show Mat his wrists. The dragon tattoos twisted down his forearms revealed the light white lines of old scars. Mat stared at them for a second and Rand tensed. Quickly relaxing as he carefully took him by the wrist and kissed them, this time he couldn’t stifle the whine as his eyes watered. “I’m sorry…”
“About what?” They were whispering now. “I should be the one apologizing, they’re faded now so I was likely not there to support you. But regardless you’re so strong.. with all you have to go through. And you’re so unbearably perfect and gorgeous and kind and defiant against what this damn Pattern has thrown at you…..” His voice broke then and he was crying as well, lightly running his fingers down the red, gold, and the white and kissing the prominent ones.
“For what it’s worth I much prefer your sort of punishments over my own and the Pattern.. where mine felt cold and harsh like what I felt I deserved yours feel safe and comforting and claiming and care-filled.” Mat looked up and met his eyes. Then.. as lightly as he could, removed Rand’s shirt, leaning down and laying soft kisses where skin slowly became visible.
He dropped the shirt onto the floor as Rand lowered himself down onto the bed and pulled Mat down with him. A soft smile at the look Rand gave him. Their lips met and as he removed his legs where they had been underneath him, Rand’s legs wrapped around his waist. They tightened and then quickly jerked loose as if he’d been startled. His eyes slightly wide but also mischievous as Mat looked up from where he had started to kiss down his jaw.
The scarf still laid in between them from where it had been let go of and Mat carefully picked it up and held it out in front of him. “We won’t start till I’ve gotten a feel for the place, pleasure yourself against me if you want. But I at least want to get your wrists tied first before I sit up.”
“You’re not gonna carry me with you?” Mat smirked, “look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t immediately beg me and/or try to make me angry enough to take you against the nearest wall from the pleasure in this state.”
Rand just smiled and handed Mat his wrists, “you would’ve enjoyed doing so though. The way you look right now I could hardly contain myself regardless. Are you really going to leave me to beg here instead?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t act like you can’t just use the One Power to make the air vibrate or to stretch yourself while you’re still wearing your pants or whatever bloody creative thing you’ve come up with for the week. You always d-“ The silence was thick as he hung the newly tied wrists on the hook above the bed.
“Love.. which one..?” Rand’s face was bright pink now, showing up easily against his pale skin. “Look right? You were crouched by the map during the meeting today with your ashandarei upright next to you that you were braced on. You looked attractive. I might’ve thought once or twice about being tied to the table on top of the map with you marking on the map with m- you know… and I might’ve used gateways to move lube there and stretch myself out with weaves of air.. okay? So.. yeah you’re not gonna have to worry about doing that….”
He had his head turned to the side away from Mat, his eyes closed tightly shut as he felt Mat’s eyes on him. Blood and ashes he FELT like the map right now… “Love, look at me please.” So he did. Did he regret it? Not a chance. Mat crouched in front of him now braced on his ashandarei and once he met his eyes ran his fingers down Rand’s torso.
He had to bite his lip at the image of Mat setting his ashandarei down again and leaning down in front of him. He nuzzled the bulge of his pants and softly whispered, “while your blood does taste good mi dival, the whole reason we came out here was so I could hear your beautiful sounds you make for me. You’ll have plenty of time to make your lip bleed behind a pillar or a tree on one of our walks.”
He said it so matter-a-factly, like he had just said they’d have lunch at midday or that the archers should go on the hill. Oh yeah.. he didn’t feel like the map. He WAS the map. And he whined softly as Mat removed his trousers and undergarments, carefully taking him into his mouth as his hands explored his torso and the inside of his thighs.
Eventually reaching his ass and finding the hole there incredibly loose, the weaves of air keeping everything there in moved for Mat’s fingers as the medallion did what it did best. Inside his fingers came back wet and slick. Mat’s moans vibrated down him and Rand gripped onto the tails of the scarf hanging down, arching his back closer but trying with everything to stay still lower down.
Mat ran his fingers down Rand’s torso wet with a clear substance, smearing it on him except for the wound in his side. He took him in more and Rand hit his throat. His ears rang with Rand’s groans and gasps and moans. Only for him.
No one could’ve entered him but me.
His hands shook at that thought, and as a similar feeling fluid ran down his throat Mat ran his nails down Rand’s torso and thighs. He was out of breath as he removed Rand from his mouth and kissed the inside of his thighs as he rested his head there.
“You’re mine and you’re bloody perfect..” He laughed at the ragged sound of his voice as he pulled himself up, laying his head on Rand's chest. “I don’t suppose I can get free now and move your hair out of your face.”
“Nope. I’m not done with you yet, let me look around first and then I’ll get you on a wall to find out what you know about the enemy army.” Rand smiled. “General I swear I know nothing, please. Let me go honorable warrior, the enemy’s sword is just too good to miss on this night.”
Mat shot him a look that said “what in the bloody-” and it was worth every second as he smiled at him. “I can and will shove this ACTUAL ashandarei down your throat.” But despite the threat he smiled as well and kissed at his chest before sitting up and looking around.
The room had stone brick walls and huge mirrors only stopped by the multiple hooks sticking out in different places. There were drawers on the other side filled with Light only knows what and a chair sat on a pedestal on the opposite side of the one the bed was on. Hooks were in the floor as well in the center of the room, a circular removable disk on top of it so you couldn’t accidentally step on it.
“Oh so this is just one of THOSE kinds of dungeons. Where is the door even to this place?” Mat turned back to look at him and Rand smiled. “Both of us are workaholics so it’s on the ceiling with a rope you have to climb to get to it. If you can’t grip the rope, can’t climb out.” He shrugged.
“But you can still use the One Power and gateway out.”
One look at Rand told him that wasn’t true. “Wait but the air still stayed.” Rand nodded to the inscription on the wall. “There are certain ter’angreal that can stop certain weaves from happening. There’s space around where I dropped us from where you still can but the rest of this place? Not so much.”
“You do realize if a Forsaken got you in here it wouldn’t be great right?” Mat had gotten off the bed and started to wander around now. “If a Forsaken got me in here and I started to panic the things that stopped gateways would be lifted and you’d likely be alerted since as far as the ter’angreal is concerned I belong to you and am currently freaking the bloody hell out.”
Belong.
“Love if you’re trying to get me to hurry up and come inside you it’s working.” Mat picked up a chain and felt it’s sturdiness. “So why don’t you?” He took cuffs and connected them by one end where they needed to go on the wall. “Because.. I don’t want you trying to hide from me when you do it.” Rand pouted at that.
“I wanna see all of you.. you’re so perfect and I can’t see you very easily marking you up. Besides the more rounds we go the harder it’ll be to actually use them if you play your cards right. Not to mention keeping you’re beautiful expressions during it all to myself, from you included, is practically a war crime in of itself”
He stood back at the bed to his side and carefully untied his wrists and took back the scarf, making a sound of surprise as Rand pulled him into his lap and kissed him, moving down to his neck afterwards and lightly kissing the scar there. He glanced behind Mat then, and Mat was right. The mirrors were bloody perfect. Not because of it itself, but rather the beautiful sight from it. “Light….”
Mat’s expression softened and he let Rand guide his head by his hair where he wanted him. He stared directly in front of him and his breath quickened. Allowing himself to make the noises he wanted even if it was just a slight desire. Mat was right again, and by the time Mat came back up he was a mess with fluid all over his face from where he had pulled out of Rand’s grip to catch it in his mouth.
Rand sat up and carefully taking Mat’s chin in his fingers licked what had missed his mouth off. “Can I still keep your scarf around my neck, otherwise I’m gonna be a whiny mess when you’re on the opposite side of his huge room.”
“And what if I want to hear you whine?” Mat swung himself off the bed and picked Rand up bridal style, his scarf in his hand. “Then I’ll pout very hard.” Mat sat him down but kept Rand’s arm around his shoulder in case he lost his balance. “And what if I want to see you pout?”
“You probably won’t from this distance but in any case I guess at that point I’d just have to beg and hope your stubborn ass was feeling pitying that day.” Mat smiled and carefully put Rand in the cuffs with the scarf wrapped and tucked around his neck. He backed up and admired him before walking to where his ashandarei lay on the bed.
He put his hat back on from where it had fallen. Other than the exposed neck and part of his chest from the undone buttons he looked like any General should. Slowly he walked back, cleaning his blade with a cloth from his pocket as he went along. He took it and lightly put the tip to Rand’s chest, slowly guiding it down until it dropped off where it started to come in at the waist.
Rand went to bite his lip again before stopping himself. A groan with longing eyes focused entirely on Mat. The blade of the ashandarei was cold and stung. Light kisses with muttered apologies, asking if it was light enough or not enough pressure. Rand’s eyes watered and he almost jumped at the sound as the ashandarei immediately fell to the floor.
Rand stopped him before his hands could reach the cuffs. “Wait…” It came out a whisper, though sincere. Rand dropped his head onto Mat’s shoulder. “That’s what safewords are for, love.”
“I know, I just don’t ever want to hurt you. Are you okay?” Rand lifted his head. “You could never hurt me.” He leaned into Mat’s hand as he brushed the hair out of his face. “I could, that’s what safewords are for. Mi Dival.”
“Mm..” Rand kissed his wrist and pushed his head into Mat’s palm. “I’m alright love.. I promise. The room would’ve let you know otherwise, remember?” Mat ruffled his hair and smiled.
“Yeah I know.. I just… freaked out I guess when I saw you crying. Forgot about that specific thing it did.” Rand nodded to the inscription on the wall again. “And that’s why the room sees me as belonging to you. Because of reactions like that. I’m alright, Mat. I promise.”
He was leaned forward now as far as the restraints let him, his head bowed in Mat’s chest where he held him. Mat stood there running his fingers down Rand’s sides and hips. He crouched down and picked up the ashandarei from where it had fallen, capturing Rand’s lips on the way back up.
Rand sat up with him and heard the clank as the ashandarei hit the wall next to him, braced next to it. He felt Mat touch the back of his thighs and he jumped as Mat picked him up, bracing him against the wall. Rand continued to kiss him just as strongly and he felt Mat smile.
His voice changed after that. “Do you want me inside you, mi dival.” He lifted Rand’s chin up by a finger so he had to meet his gaze and Rand whimpered. He nodded rapidly, his breath quickening in anticipation.
The ashandarei met his throat. “Words darling.” He looked down at the blade and then back at Mat, his voice a whisper. “Please… please please please…… I need you, you feel so good. Please.. I need it. I need it. I-“
A groan escaped his lips as he thought about it and he leaned his head against the wall trying to push himself closer. Mat just stepped back. “C’mon my darling Dragon. You can do better than that. You did touch yourself without my permission after all if you remember.”
Rand’s eyes widened. Oh blood and ashes he didn’t think about that. Mat smiled. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just leave you here and sit in that chair,” he turned his head and nodded to the chair, “and watch you beg for me as you watch me touch myself thinking about how much better you could do.”
Okay. Stupid plan time. “Because you’ve already come for me on multiple occasions in the last hour. And even though I’m chained to the wall, General,” he looked Mat in the eyes, “that look in your beautiful eyes let’s me know that I own you just as much as you own me.”
He pulled Mat closer using his legs and leaned in despite the blade to whisper in his ear. “Don’t think I can’t feel you through your trousers, darling. But you wanted me to beg, so know this.” Mat rose an eyebrow.
“If you so wished it right now, next time we were in front of all of the leaders in all of the nations, I would bend a knee to you and swear myself to you. I would suck you off in full Dragon regalia right there kneeled at your feet. I would cover the map of the Last Battle in myself after you bent me over and took me on the table it sat on. I’d ignore the Dark One himself in the middle of the Last Battle in the cave at Shayol Ghul just to get taken by you on that very ground, moaning out your name. Your wife will likely try to collar me and make me bow to her. Unknowing of the fact that every night if you so wanted I’d sneak into your chambers and let you take me over and over without question. Let you use my mouth mercilessly under your war robes in the middle of a meeting under the table. Wake you every morning before the servants got there letting you fill me up over and over and plugged up with the mark of foxes and ravens. Only to be taken out by you. Only to be taken by you. And I wouldn’t just let you do it. I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d beg for you to ask it of me. I’d be- please… Love please. I’ll be good and loud for you I promise. I promise I’ll-“
Mat captured his lips and moaned into them. Rand made similar noises back and tried to push as close as he could to Mat. Mat pushed him completely against the wall and held the left arm still against the wall by the wrist. Rand resorted to gasping for air, his breath heavy and fast. Eyes glazed over. Mat stopped and met his eyes. The pupils were clearly dilated even noticeable with Mat’s brown ones. He lifted Rand higher so he wrapped his legs around Mat’s noticeably naked upper torso as Mat marked up his chest and stomach. Rand held onto the chains, his back arching against the wall with his eyes closed.
He looked across the room at the mirror and what he saw made his hands shake and moans fill the room. Mat had at some point while he was talking removed everything except his pants and boots, and there he saw himself pale, covered in spots of purple with red hair stuck to his face and mouth wide. His chest moving in and out and his beautiful partner holding him up pleasuring him to his heart content. Muscles strained and covered in sweat Rand pushed as far as he could into the wall and closed his eyes muttering Mat’s name.
Mat lowered him down kissing his way up and Rand was close to coming right there feeling him enter him. Scarf opened to reveal Rand’s neck that he promptly covered in marks as he thrust in and out of him. Rand whimpered and kept saying his name over and over like it was the only thing he had left to hold onto. Only thing that made sense. “Yeah mi dival I saw it too. You look so bloody gorgeous darling. So bloody attractive and aroused and pleading so beautifully just for me.”
Rand moaned and rapidly nodded his head, his eyelids fluttering but also trying everything to stay open. “Love pl- mmm….. love, I ne- blood and bloody ashes darling…” Mat sped up as much as he was able and moved Rand’s hair from his eyes. Rand pushed into his hand like it was all he had left.
“I know love I know. It’s alright I got you. I’ll take such good care of you, you’re so good for me. So good, you beg so beautifully. Prepared yourself perfectly, feels so good mi dival. You feel so bloody good, you’re perfect. By the time we’re done you’ll be so full. I’ll have to lick it out of you until you’re screaming just so you don’t burst. So good. So perfect.”
The room echoed and Mat wished he could relay this forever. His vision blurred and all he could hear was Rand cursing more than Mat had in his entire life and muttering his name, both of their sounds filled the room as it echoed across the mirror covered walls. Mat dropped to his knees and sucked up anything that hadn’t already come out. Carefully cleaning him with his tongue absentmindedly.
He trailed light kisses up Rand’s whimpering form and carefully undid the restraints, supporting him so he didn’t fall. He lowered Rand down with him and they sat on the floor for a bit. “Alright, your turn.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rand smirked, “you heard me. There’s a chair with your name on it.” Mat gave him a look of mock shock. “You’re telling me you want to bloody dom me with chair bondage when I’d bet my entire life savings and then some that you can’t even stand.”
“I can st- never mind.” Mat caught him as he fell to the ground and smiled. “Sleep first, then round two. Then we have to get back because I’m pretty sure we forgot your sword belt and we don’t need everyone thinking you got kidnapped again.”
“And if I wanted to be kidnapped by you?” Mat picked his limp form up and walked to the best of his ability using his ashandarei as a crutch. “Then no one would ever find you, I’d have you all to myself.”
“That sounds blissful.”
“Save the world first, oh heroic reborn savior.”
“That’s a lot of work darling.”
“Well if you don’t save it and the Wheel stops turning then you can never have this again.”
Silence.
“Did you just heal.. the suicidal part of my madness??”
“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he set him on the bed and undressed completely before meeting him on it, “now go to sleep. I have to put you on a mysterious ship to be taken to the Seanchan Empire in the morning.” Rand smiled as Mat laid his head on his chest and drew circles with his fingers absentmindedly down his skin.
“Sure sure. Just no chests.”
“No chests.”
“I bet I can make you louder.”
“I bet you can.”
Silence
“WAIT YOU CAN’T DO THAT.”
“Blood and ashes I can’t.”
“Great, I get trauma and you get bets you can never lose unless it negatively impacts your loud self.”
“I’m sorry, is the man remembering only two reincarnations talking?”
“Alright I get your point, go to sleep before they ACTUALLY think the Seanchan Empire has kidnapped me.” Mat smiled and looked up at him. “Yes, Dragon Reborn, sir.” Rand flicked his temple, “Lord Mat I can and will smite you.”
Silence
Both of them laughed. Both of them slept. Both of them immediately cursed upon waking because they had slept for multiple days with no one knowing where they were. Both of them scrambled less gracefully than they’d ever admit out of the room. And the door shut. Lights off. Gone. Hay sprinkling ever so slowly out of the trapdoor they came out of.