For @chaypin, happy birthday, dear! Hope it’s been a good one!
Summary: Regis asks Geralt to take care of a higher vampire days before Eskel is supposed to arrive at Corvo Bianco. Eskel arrives early. Nothing goes to plan.
Pairing: Geralt/Eskel (Background Geralt/Jaskier/Yen)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: sex pollen, smut, Geralt-typical lack of communication, dubious consent (re: sex pollen)
Geralt doesn’t expect to get a house call from Regis before Eskel is supposed to arrive, asking him to deal with a rather problematic higher vampire. He’s not in best form anymore, but he’s never one to turn down a contract, especially one that’s directly affecting the little community he’s come to think of as his own.
“I’ll look into it, Regis,” he assures, and Regis nods, looking regretful.
“Whatever course you have to take, Geralt,” he says, “even if that means you can’t convince them to move on.” Geralt simply nods back.
“And be safe. We worry about you, you know.” At that Geralt smiles.
“I know, old friend. I’ll stop by when it’s done.”
He turns immediately to preparing, donning his armor and stocking his potion pouch. He should still have a few days before Eskel arrives, probably. His letter had been post marked a little over a month ago from up near Vizima. It should take at least another few weeks, even if he’s traveling fast.
He’s not sure why it’s so important he has this taken care of before Eskel arrives. Or, well, that’s not entirely true. He does know.He just doesn’t want his brother to think he’s not relaxing down here, not enjoying his well-earned retirement. And he…maybe wants to show off. Just a little. Old habits die hard, after all.
So he’s hoping to be there and back before Eskel arrives, betting on the letter having been delivered early through favorable weather and traveling conditions. What he doesn’t consider is the same conditions to get the letter here weeks early would have sped Eskel’s travel as well.
He meets him on the road, just outside Corvo Bianco.
“Geralt,” Eskel greets as his horse Scorpion trots up, throwing his head in delight at seeing Roach, who promptly stops and whirls to meet him, huffing her own delight, “didn’t realize I’d be getting a greeting at the gate. Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting out here since you got my letter.” He’s teasing, Geralt knows, but he can still feel the hot flush climbing his cheeks in response.
“Taking care of a contract for some locals. I’ll be back, you can–”
“Come with you, yes?” Eskel cuts in, giving him a grin, and Geralt’s weak.
“I suppose,” he says, “but you’re supposed to be on vacation.”
“And you’re supposed to be retired,” Eskel fires back, letting Scorpion fall into step with Roach as they make their way down the road to the old estate home the vampire had last been seen at, “so what are we hunting?”
“Higher vampire,” he sighs, “they’ve been killing indiscriminately. Regis has spoken to them about it, but to no effect, so–” he shrugs.
“So bring in the cavalry,” Eskel supplies, nodding, “alright. We’ll see what we can do.”
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