#just pinning Bal honestly was enough to give him the Corruption because Mhoirbheinn had advanced that far

[arcxnumvitae]

The Inevitable

How he'd missed his beloved...! The burning, searing urge within him that had festered over the days and weeks meant that the paltry guard that stood between him and freedom from the quarantine area meant nothing. The trek towards the palace, always in the direction of the palace, meant nothing.

The only thing that mattered was the lone figure that had appeared in the distance approaching him.

Mhoirbheinn's mind, deep in the Corruption's clutches, only knew the desire to be with Bal again, to hold him again, to feel his lover's touch. To grant his love the gift of hearing It's Voice like him. Balmoral did not want to accept his gift, but that was alright. He would thank him eventually.

Words flew first, then blades. A brilliant clash of two who knew each other's skills like the back of their own hand. Yet Bal had never fought against his lover so uncaring of his own safety. Blows that could be dodged or parried, Mhoirbheinn leaned into, all for the chance to catch his love off guard. All it would take was one touch.

Words and concern for his Protector's safety had affected Bal, and Mhoirbheinn had grinned with delight. One last move, his own blade turned towards himself and thrust towards his heart, was all it took to cause Bal to abandon his own defenses and leap forward in a panic. It was there that Mhoirbheinn got him.

He tossed his own blade aside and lunged for Bal, sending them both crashing down to the ground. Straddling the man below him with a savage grin, Mhoirbheinn's hand pinned Bal's wrists above his head, and a manic light gleamed in his own eye. Using his other hand to grasp Bal's chin, Mhoirbheinn bent down and stole the other's lips in a fierce, longing kiss. Bal's eye fluttered closed as Mhoirbheinn deepened it, and a surge of glee raced through him at his lover willingly accepting his touch.

He had finally managed to grant Bal his gift.