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This is a little piece that popped into my head for a song challenge that some of my discord friends are planning for next month. We'll see if I get it finished in time...haha.
Blaze of Glory
Waking in the morning, raising his weary head, Uhtred looks around his camp of outlaws. They’ve been running for Gods know how long, and each day the posse is getting closer and closer. It’s him they are after, and he knows it’s a gunfight they want. Wanted: Dead or Alive, that’s what the posters say, and if they get their way he’ll be in a pine box.
Laying his head back down on his old coat, a bittersweet smile comes to his face as he looks at the man beside him. His ride or die, the one who holds his heart. Finan’s eyes are closed, still under the spell of slumber. Uhtred can’t help but feel a pang in his chest. He has tried to convince Finan to leave him, head down to old Mexico until the heat dies down, but the Irishman refuses. He refuses to leave his side, and Uhtred worries that he’ll get caught in a hail of bullets and he’ll lose the only thing that matters to him.
Smoothing back a lock of Finan’s hair, the Irishman slowly opens his eyes, and Uhtred gives him a soft smile. “We should probably get going…they can’t be far behind.”
Letting out a groan, Finan wraps his arm around Uhtred’s waist, pulling the Dane closer to him. “Just a few minutes longer….please.”
Uhtred lets out a soft chuckle as Finan captures his lips in a kiss. He finds himself instantly melting into the Irishman, as if all of his problems disappear for a moment.
“Just a few more minutes…” Uhtred whispers against Finan’s lips.
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Having made himself ready, the Irishman simply cannot stand the idea of waiting to see his beloved, or for Uhtred to see him. In fact, everyone best leave as the vows end, because Finan isn’t sure how long he can last without ravaging Uhtred’s lips.
As Uhtred comes down the stairs, Finan startles him and grabs his hand, looking him up and down in the most sultry, and seductive way. God, he looked amazing.
“I wanted you to have the first look,” Finan drawls, his eyes drifting to Uhtred’s lips before the Dane backs him into a wall and ravages him in a kiss, surely enough to give the women standing by a blush to their cheeks.
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Having finished bathing, and donning his finest clothes and leathers, Uhtred tucks the ring for his beloved in a small pocket near his heart. He rests his hand against it for a moment, feeling the excitement drumming through his body. Running his hand over his freshly washed hair, he makes sure everything is in place.
Taking a deep breath, Uhtred opens the chamber door, an anxious nervousness coming over him. He wants everything to be perfect for his love. As he comes down the stairs, he is pleasantly startled when Finan grabs his hand. A grin quickly comes to the Dane’s lips, as his breath is stolen from him.
Finan is absolutely breathtaking. Uhtred quickly notices Finan’s freshly trimmed hair and beard, and his fine clothes and he is mesmerized. Uhtred barely hears Finan’s words before he is backing him into a wall, capturing Finan’s lips in a ravaging kiss.
“Gods, you’re going to be mine, baby….forever.” Uhtred rasps against Finan’s lips, his heart already pounding in his chest in excitement. It takes everything in him not to skip the ceremony and go straight to their room.
Uhtred x Finan hinted smut but not actual smut not yet anyway.
‘I could get used to this,’ Uhtred thinks, feeling Finan’s body pressed against his trying to have as much contact with his lord as possible - had they been back in the halls of Coccham, Uhtred would already be in his lap. Instead, Uhtred would have to accept this ‘controlled’ form of intimacy; he takes another drink and blames the pooling of heat at his core on the ale.
“The man is naked at his point, by the way. So I tell ‘em to stop runnin’, right” Finan yells to be heard over the crowd of the alehouse, gesturing wildly as he tells his story. “He, of course, starts runnin’ anyhow, so I chase after him.”
Knowing where the story would go next, Uhtred moves his and Finan’s drink in preparation as the Irishman makes a sweeping motion over the table, knocking Osferth’s drink over. “Only I land flat on my face instead 'cause I got caught in his pants.”.
The table erupts with laughter at the end of the joke, the abundance of ale more than made up for Finan’s drunk storytelling, and Uhtred has heard every drunken version of this tale to know how the story goes.
They have been away from Coccham too long, the two men making do with quick flights of touching and kissing to sate their appetite, but the more the two drank, the hungrier they got.
Finan, at this point, relied too heavily on the dim light of the tavern to hide many of his touches, but now the Irshman had become emboldened and snuck a hand under Uhtred’s shirt, fingers tracing old scars along the other man’s soft side. Uhtred allowed the touch to continue, leaning into Finan’s touch as best he could. Both pulled away when bodies began to move away from the table.
“You alright there, lord?” Finan asks; his accent comes back more potent when he drinks. Sihtric hides a smirk in his cup as he and the rest of the men leave for the night.
“I’m fine,” Uthred replies, weakly swallowing the saliva building in his throat, as at some point, Finan had lost much of his armor and clothing; Uhtred had only now noticed it.
“You don’t look so good… maybe I should take you back to your room.” With a sensual wiggle of his eyebrows - well, an attempt at sensual. When Uhtred only snorted in response, Finan forwent any caution or subtlety, his mouth ghosting over the other man’s ear. “I need you, lord…Uhtred.”
“Finan,” Uhtred gasped, hands pressed against Finan’s firm chest, holding some distance between the two for property’s sake. “Go upstairs…wait for me there.”
The noise Finan made sent lighting down Uhtred’s spine, and fuck if he didn’t want to take Finan here and now, but they couldn’t.
Uhtred doesn’t follow Finan up right away now. They are both too hot, so he waits. He orders another round of watered-down ale, takes his time drinking it, and tries not to think of Finan. Of how frustrated his Irishman must be, how long before he’d march down in his small clothes - or worse, naked. While that idea pleased Uhtred’s body, his mind knew better, So once his ale was down and the appropriate amount of coin was left on the table, Uhtred made his trip upstairs.
Finding the room was easy enough; even in Uhtred’s inebriated state, it was the only one unlocked. Uhtred was prepared for any reactions from Finan, but the one he got us was unexpected; instead of angrily pacing the room or fucking his hand, Finan was lying on the bed asleep. His face pressed down into the pillow, and the sight of his naked backside was lovely.
Uhtred entered the room as quietly as possible; though the man was desperate for Finan, he relented that this was the best outcome. Striped down to his small clothes, Uhtred crawled on the bed, moving softly towards Finan, debating internally on how to sleep when Finan struck.
Finan The Agile, who was living up to his name, switched their position, pressing Uhtred face first on the bed while he ran his hands down Uhtred’s side.
“Finan-” The rest of Uhtred’s words were cut off with a gasp as Finan bit down -hard- on the junction of his neck and sucked, making the start of what would be a prominent mark in the morning.
“No talking,” Finan ordered, kissing the angry mark softly, then moving his mouth toward Uhtred’s ear, his lips ghosting over the skin before he pressed a kiss into Uhtred’s hairline. “Ya had your chance..but it’s my turn now.”
Uhtred moaned wantonly at the touch of Finan’s hard cock against his ass, “You feel that, lord? You thought making me wait would tame this beast?”
“Fin-” Finan growled at the sound, pulling Uhtred in for a harsh kiss taking the other man’s lip between his teeth and tugged.
“No talking,” Finan ordered, pulling back just enough to reach the oil on the table, dumping a generous amount onto his hand, “I shouldn’t be so nice to ya, Lord. Shouldn’t take you rough and fast with little preparation, shouldn’t pound you into the bed til your boneless like ya need.”
Finan’s words had Uhtred dripping; it took all his self-control not to hump the mattress. He wanted Finan in him - under him didn’t matter. He just wanted to feel something at this point; he wanted to beg so badly the words were so close to leaving his lips. Instead of speaking, Uhtred used his free hands. It was an awkward angle but Uhtred managed to get his knees under him and spread his cheeks before Finan.
“Fuck Lord- Uhtred -love - mo goá.” Finan’s lips were on him again. The forgotten oil was now spreading over Uhtred’s body; it felt cool against his hot skin. “You can’t do things like that! I’m trying to be in control, and you you.”
“Drive you crazy?” Uhtred teased, chasing after Finan again, letting his lips fall against the man’s chest and neck. “Then we are the same.”
The night was growing cold as the dusk light faded over the grey sea. Uhtred saw the red sparks of a fire rising over the crest of the hill. He gathered the will to rise and join the others. He could smell meat cooking and felt his appetite returning.
The others were chatting quietly amongst themselves. He took a seat by Ragnar and stared into the fire awhile.
As with other times they had been off the ship, he found he still could feel the ocean churning under him if he closed his eyes.
Across from him were Steapa and Hild and, and…
His mind took a few seconds to catch up as he stared into the other face across the circle from him. Hair cropped, beard trimmed. The coal dark eyes looked up from the fire.
Uhtred blinked and his mouth opened.
"Finan?" Uhtred stood to walk over to his side.
"Lord?" Finan met his eyes, a thread of worry passing over his face, he sat upright in his place.
Uhtred couldn't contain his smile as he approached.
"Look at you!" He laughed as he came to kneel beside him, leaning in to get a good look at him in the firelight. A grin spread across Finan's face.
"You're- well you're," Uhtred couldn't find the words.
"Makes a difference doesn't it." Finan laughed.
It did. 'Different' was right. He was struck with just how young Finan looked. How his eyes now seemed to match his face. And yet it was strange that a face he had grown so used to seeing over their years on the ship could change so much after one day on land.
He rubbed Finan's shaved head and laughed, his hair was soft. His hands stayed on Finan's face as he took him in.
"And look at you." Said Finan, gently reaching out to touch Uhtred's hair. Cut shorter now by hild, and his beard too.
Suddenly Finan's smile seemed to drop slightly as he looked over his face. He grasped Uhtred's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. When Uhtred caught his gaze again there were tears in his eyes.
"You're a warrior." He whispered.
Uhtred let his hands fall to his neck and pulled him in so their foreheads would touch.
Finan pushed his head harder and squeezed him. The grief and the joy and excitement flowed through them like a river breaking on rocks. Finan curled his fists in Uhtred's shirt and grit his teeth. Tears fell over his smile.
Uhtred laughed and shook him and then pulled him into a tight hug.
They felt they could sing or scream or run a mile.
By the gods they were free. They were finally free.
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So I haven't been able to stop thinking about Uhtred and Finan right after they get off the slave ship, those few days they spend with Steapa, Hild and Ragnar.
They make a whole thing of Uhtred getting cleaned up and getting a haircut and it's so beautiful. I wanted that for Finan too, in the show it's not even a thing and he doesn't get a haircut until they get to Coocham later on.
