Abscond
Ry eyed 'raadiin and frowned. The zn'hre was soaked through and shivering violently - and covered with mud.
Well, they were all covered with mud, the result of a sudden torrential downpour while they were on a jungle training exercise. It just looked more obvious against 'raadiin's pale blue skin than on the Saiyan warriors.
The shivering worried him, though: the zn'hre was cold, and he knew that could be dangerous. He hastened to Retasu, standing at attention and saluting smartly, hand clenched over his heart.
"Sir, permission to return to barracks with Zha'raadiin…"
The burly officer glowered at him - then looked over his head through the rain to the lizard prince, eyes widening at the dejected, woebegone sight. Wouldn't do to let any harm come to him, not from the weather anyway.
"Permission granted. Make sure he gets warm and dry - and if you think it's necessary get a medic to check him over."
"Thank you sir!"
Saluting again, Ry hurried back to the zn'hre and caught his arm. 'raadiin, too cold and miserable to object, allowed Ry to drag him into the air and back in the direction of Vejiitamachi.
Ry turned the hot spray on full, quickly stripped, then pulled 'raadiin closer. The zn'hre was still shivering, arms held tightly around his body: Ry had to force them out of the way in order to drag his armour and bodysuit off. Shoving him quickly under the spray - and ignoring his hissing flinch as hot water hit cold skin - Ry joined him, quickly undoing his plaits and grabbing for the cleanser.
It was surprising how much mud a zn'hre's hair could hold. But 'raadiin was a little warmer by the time Ry had finished, still shivering but not as hard. The Saiyan leaned forwards to glance into his face, wondering if he'd object to being washed. Ry didn't really fancy ending up slammed into the tiled wall…
But 'raadiin was drooping, eyes half-closed, and obviously not up to doing it himself: Ry mentally shrugged his shoulders and decided to risk it. Reaching for the body lotion and the rock-like thing the zn'hre used to clean themselves (and which was rough enough to take the bark off trees), the Saiyan began to work gently over 'raadiin's shoulders and back.
The zn'hre's head dropped forwards, hair over his shoulder, relaxing under Ry's ministrations. The Saiyan swallowed hard and wrapped his tail around his sudden erection - fuck but 'raadiin looked so submissive and.. and… fuckable! - praying that the zn'hre wouldn't turn around as he stroked and rubbed down the smooth sculpted back and over that tight little arse…
Stroking and rubbing himself at the same time with his tail, biting his lip hard as he came, managing not to break his hands' rhythm against 'raadiin's body. Forcing himself to breathe normally, he crouched to work down the zn'hre's long legs and slim feet, pushing his hips forward slightly to let the hot water wash away the evidence of his lust. By the time he stood and moved to face the prince his breathing was back to normal and the flush across his pale golden skin had faded enough to be attributed to the hot water.
He inclined his head as 'raadiin's eyes slowly opened, a slight smile playing over his lips - hedonist that he was, he'd enjoyed being bathed, Ry realised.
"Want me to do the front?"
'raadiin considered the idea for a moment, then shook his head - and, Ry had to admit, the spray had washed away the last of the mud while he'd been working on the zn'hre's back.
"Tub then." Ry smirked as 'raadiin blinked in surprise. "You're still too cold." the Saiyan pointed out reasonably.
'raadiin sighed as if it was some great imposition, then loped to the deep tub, stepping in - allowing Ry as always to get a glimpse of the darker blue folds of skin between his legs and biting his lip hard as his groin responded enthusiastically - then gazing back over his shoulder.
"Are you going to join me?"
Ry blinked, then grinned and hastened to the edge, stopping with a frown. 'raadiin eyed him.
"Problem?"
Ry shook his head.
"No. I'm just going to get you - us - something hot to drink…"
'raadiin shrugged and lay back against the edge of the tub, eyes closing as he relaxed into the hot water. Ry watched him for a moment or two, relishing the opportunity to do so legitimately, as it were, then strode from the bathroom to their small cold store, trying to will his erection away.
'raadiin had absolutely no idea of the effect he had on his sparring partner's libido…
Ry placed a beaker of hot fruity glop on the side of the tub and slid into the water, sighing as the heat soothed the aches and pains the exercise had caused. 'raadiin eyed him from his place opposite the Saiyan, a faint smile on his face.
"Thank you."
"Heh, any time. You feeling warmer now?"
"Much…" the zn'hre's head rolled back, exposing a long smooth throat - and he stretched out, his leg brushing against Ry's under the water.
The Saiyan caught his breath, the brief touch electrifying as a flicker of ki across his skin - and straight to his groin, dammit! He stared at 'raadiin, but the zn'hre's eyes were closed, he seemed to be dozing…
'raadiin's other leg slid along Ry's thigh then dropped to rest on the shelf beside his hip, barely touching his skin. The Saiyan swallowed hard: 'raadiin was sprawling, arms stretched along the edge of the tub, head back, legs spread wide, inkei moving gently with the motion of the water, allowing Ry tiny glimpses of the mound underneath…
The Saiyan frowned, wondering suddenly if this was entirely innocent…
'raadiin reached for the beaker, sipping appreciatively and interrupting Ry's deliberations. Golden eyes regarded the Saiyan appraisingly.
"Thank you."
Ry smirked.
"Do you need to see a medic?"
The zn'hre shook his head.
"I'm warm now, and wasn't cold for long enough to cause any damage. Suppose I have you to thank for that."
"Couldn't see a fellow warrior suffering!"
There was a brief silence, then the zn'hre said, quietly and rather reluctantly, eyes lowered, "appreciate it…"
Ry shrugged.
"Forget it… Want me to plait your hair?"
'raadiin nodded, the awkward moment over, and rose to exit the tub. Ry swallowed hard as the zn'hre stepped past him and up, his groin close to the Saiyan's face, then stood himself, grabbing for a towel. Dammit, he'd have to learn a bit more self control. Either that or not tease himself by sharing the tub with the prince…
Or, he thought to himself later, there's always the third option…
Kiraz smirked.
"'raadiin? Let himself be fucked? Don't be an idiot! He'd never allow it!"
Ry frowned.
"You sure? I mean, what's the point of being both if you only use one half?"
The prince shrugged.
"They're all different. 'selaan likes both, 'fallon's never fucked anyone, and 'raadiin's only ever fucked. Don't think he wants anyone else in control."
Ry snorted.
"But I swear he's flirting with me…"
Kiraz blinked.
"You think so?" He pursed his lips. "Well, he does like you. Doesn't mean he wants you to fuck him though…" He fell silent, a red light gleaming deep down in his eyes, and leered at his fellow Saiyan. "We could always find out…"
"How the fuck are we supposed to do that?! I'm not asking him - he hits too hard!"
Kiraz' grin was positively evil.
"Oh, I think I know a way…"
'raadiin stretched and sighed, shaking his arms. It had been a tough training session, but now they had three days down-time... He was, of course, spending his with 'fallon at the palace; he grinned broadly as he announced his plans to the two Saiyans. Kiraz had smirked.
"Heh, might see you there! Been a while since I… saw… Pirum and 'selaan."
Ry pouted, then sighed.
"Well, if you two are going to bugger off for the time, could we at least go for a drink first?"
'raadiin crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't know if you've noticed, but we're a little bit younger than you…"
Ry waved a hand dismissively.
"D'you really think any inn-keeper is going to dare refuse to serve warriors? Especially princes! And it's not like you haven't drunk before." He smirked. "But if you're worried, I know a little place in the alien quarter where they'll serve anyone."
Kiraz grinned.
"Count me in."
'raadiin scowled.
"I suppose I'd better come along then. To make sure you two don't disgrace the squad…"
Ry took them to a little place in a backstreet, where the light was dim and the scents potent enough to stun a Saiyan's sinuses, and proceeded to ply his comrades with a variety of different ales, and liqueurs, and ales mixed with liqueurs in 'raadiin's case, since neither of the Saiyans knew what it took to get a lizard drunk. And since 'raadiin seemed to be unaffected, after several hours they were ready to give up. Ry shrugged with the deliberate care of the somewhat inebriated but not yet completely incapable.
"Was very nice… P'raps we better get back now…"
'raadiin drained his glass, then smirked at his colleagues.
"But ss'sstill early…"
Ry glanced at Kiraz, and both stood, followed a second later by the zn'hre - who wobbled and fell to one knee.
"Ooopss…"
Grinning over his head, the Saiyans grabbed an arm each and hauled him, swaying, to his feet and from there out into the street. Ry smirked broadly, preparing to take off.
"I think we'd better get you back to barracks."
'raadiin yanked him back to the ground, shaking his head determinedly.
"No. Not yet. Want to do somethin'. Ssomethin'… diff'rent." He frowned for a moment or two, then grinned lop-sidedly.
"I know! Le'ss all get beads!"
Kiraz blinked and stared at Ry in horror. Ry glanced from the Saiyan prince to the zn'hre and shrugged. Well, it would give him a legitimate reason to watch and probably touch 'raadiin, and maybe be touched too, he knew from others what the procedure was. And there was a certain cachet to be had from it, the females seemed to prefer males with the added extras… Males too, often...
Peruro was still awake and accepting customers - though the sight of Ry and the two princes gave her pause.
"Um, your highnesses? Should you really be here? I mean… aren't you a little young?"
'raadiin - who, they were discovering, had the enviable ability of appearing perfectly sober when required to communicate with anyone - planted his hands on his hips and glowered at the Hassinan.
"What, precisely, are you suggesting? That the nobles of the Saiya-jin and R'ren'nkh'ia-jin are incapable of deciding things for themselves?" He sneered. "We leave that to you Hassinan."
Intimidated, Peruro bowed, ushered them through to her studio and set out her tools. Smiling tremulously, she asked who was going first: 'raadiin stepped forwards, peeling off his bodysuit in one smooth movement and seated himself before her. She eyed his inkei for a moment or two, then, all business, gazed at him.
"You understand, your highness, that you need to be erect for this?"
He nodded, and the grinning Ry moved swiftly to kneel behind him, arms circling the lean waist and hovering at the zn'hre's groin.
"That's my job. If you don't mind…" he added hastily as 'raadiin glared down at him over a shoulder. The prince considered it for a moment, then nodded.
"You know what to do?"
The Saiyan cleared his throat, anticipation making his hands tremble, and nodded. 'raadiin inclined his head.
"Very well."
He gasped and jerked forwards slightly as warm hands wrapped round his inkei, then managed to drag his attention back to the setter. Peruro was asking him what design he'd like.
He frowned, finding it difficult to concentrate with Ry's fingers stroking rhythmically up the length of his shaft… What would 'fallon like most…?
"What would you suggest?"
Peruro licked her lips.
"A triple spiral. Starting here," she pressed three fingertips against his foreskin, then traced three spirals down his inkei to the base, "and ending here. It's an attractive and very stimulating design."
'raadiin thought, muzzily, that it probably was, it sounded good… He nodded - then closed his eyes and flopped back against Ry's shoulder as the Saiyan's fingers fondled his mound…
Ordinarily he would have climaxed right then, but an exquisitely sharp pain, accompanying the placement of the first bead, stopped him. He gasped and gripped the edges of the floor cushion hard.
"Are you all right, your highness?" Peruro sounded worried. He frowned, keeping his eyes closed.
"Of course I am! Continue."
Taking a deep breath, the Hassinan carried on, working quickly and efficiently, spacing the beads as precisely as she could…
'raadiin was not enjoying himself. The pain was most unpleasant, though bearable, but coupled with the sheer pleasure of the Saiyan's warm fingers fondling his nub and teasing between the protective folds of flesh between his legs… He ached to come, but the pain prevented it…
"There - done, your highness."
And Ry pulled his hands away, reluctantly but decisively, and 'raadiin could have screamed. He opened his eyes to find Peruro holding a length of soft fabric and watching his groin. He hissed irritably.
"What's that for?"
"To bind you, your highness. So the beads heal in the correct pattern. I'm just waiting for you to soften."
He growled.
"Just wrap it as it is."
"But, your highness…"
"Do it!"
Her hands shaking, Peruro did as instructed, and watched nervously as the zn'hre eased himself, wincing, into his bodysuit. Ry smirked.
"Me next!" He eyed 'raadiin. "Um, fancy returning the favour?"
Keeping him erect, not letting him come, and leaving him aching? Oh yes, 'raadiin would be very happy to oblige…
'raadiin's too fucking good at this… Ry thought, gritting his teeth, the zn'hre fondling his balls and tail as Peruro worked her awl through warm Saiyan flesh. The prince kept him hovering on the verge of climax until the Hassinan sat back on her heels with a satisfied sigh. At which point the zn'hre pulled back, smirking infuriatingly smugly…
"That should keep your lovers happy, sir!"
Ry blinked and focussed on the Hassinan, who was nodding, her eyes on his groin. He'd opted for diamond shaped clusters of beads around his shaft and had to admit, sore and aching and desperate to come as he was, she'd done a good job.
He grinned at Kiraz.
"Your turn."
Kiraz' eyes glittered wickedly.
"I've changed my mind."
Ry growled: 'raadiin sneered.
"Lost your nerve?"
Kiraz shook his head.
"No. Just changed my mind. Though after watching you two I'm all for finding something to fuck…"
Ry groaned, the idea meeting an instant response from his throbbing penis. 'raadiin winced and pressed a hand to his groin: obviously the idea was appealing to him too. Peruro shook her head.
"You must let everything heal first, or the pattern will be spoilt."
Ry inclined his head.
"Can it be put right?"
She frowned.
"Well, yes, but it would mean an extra session and extra pain…"
Ry waved a hand.
"No problem… We'll recompense you tomorrow, if that's all right?"
Peruro nodded, nonplussed, and the trio took their leave, 'raadiin and Ry walking with a little extra care. Outside, 'raadiin slumped, swaying slightly: staying seemingly-sober had tired him somewhat. He leered at Ry.
"I'm going back to the palace. I need a fuck…"
Ry nodded. So did he. Badly. He stepped a little closer and slid a hand down to the zn'hre's groin, fondling the prominent mound under the bound erection. 'raadiin's head rolled back and his legs shook: Ry and Kiraz moved to support him. The older Saiyan whispered in the zn'hre's ear,
"Come back to the barracks first. It's still too early to sneak out for the night, and Retasu will have our tails if we're caught."
'raadiin smirked.
"Haven't got a tail…"
"Want us to lose ours?"
A hearty sigh.
"I s'pose not…"
"Come on then."
Supporting the zn'hre between them, the Saiyans flew back to the palace compound.
Once in their quarters Kiraz quickly grabbed the hidden bottle of firejoose and poured 'raadiin a very large beaker of it, thrusting it into the zn'hre's hands.
"Gotta try this before you go."
'raadiin eyed it suspiciously, then took a hefty swallow - gasping out a wheeze, his eyes tearing, as it burned its way down his throat. Ry took advantage of his momentary helplessness to yank off his own bodysuit then pull 'raadiin's from his cool body.
"Wha…?"
Ry dropped to his knees, grinning up at the befuddled lizard.
"Just enjoy it…"
'raadiin let out a strangled cry as Ry's lips and tongue descended on his mound: as his legs gave way the Saiyans carried him over to the large fur spread in front of the fire. Ry, his mouth full of engorged blue flesh, unwrapped the bindings from his own erection, then eased them from 'raadiin's.
The zn'hre's hands were tangled in his mane. Kiraz was nibbling at a smooth blue neck: he glanced down and caught Ry's eye.
"Want to go first?"
Ry's "mmmm" quivered through the zn'hre's groin, making him moan - but the meaning of the brief conversation hadn't escaped him.
"N… no… don't want… fuckin' let me go…"
Kiraz settled lips close to his ear, murmuring almost tenderly.
"Later, aijin..."
'raadiin would have fought, but between the alcohol, the unsatisfied aching in his groin, and what Ry was doing with his mouth, the zn'hre was disorientated and in no shape to stop them.
Ry pulled himself up to kneel, hauling 'raadiin up with him and positioning the struggling, swearing zn'hre over his lap. Grinning at Kiraz, he eased the tip of his erection into a moist chitsu and pulled 'raadiin down, burying himself in the coolness of the prince's body.
'raadiin screamed, the sound part fury, part frustration, part pain, and wriggled frantically, trying to pull himself off Ry's lap and incidentally arousing the Saiyan even further - but Kiraz wrapped a hand around his inkei and teased his mound, and with a strangled sob 'raadiin subsided, hips moving into Kiraz' touch…
With a blissful sigh Ry pulled back to thrust in again.
And bit back a scream of his own. Fuck! He'd forgotten about the barbs!
Kiraz' eyes gleamed evilly.
"Surely you've learned how to shift?"
Well yes, of course he had, once he'd decided he wanted 'raadiin, the theory anyway, but right now - with his penis slashed and bleeding and already in pain from the bead setting - was not an ideal time to put it into practise for the first time. 'raadiin twisted to glare at him.
"Serve you fucking right…!" He groaned as Kiraz took his inkei into a hot wet mouth, and collapsed back against Ry.
Who held still for a moment, gathering what he knew of shifting, then tried putting it into practise - with most satisfactory results as 'raadiin, still cursing him, squirmed and writhed in his lap, internal muscle kneading and teasing his shaft until he thought he'd come, his vision blurring at the edges as the sheer pleasure threatened to make him pass out…
Then, with a small shriek, 'raadiin double-climaxed, filling Kiraz' mouth with sparkling sweetness and almost dragging Ry into his own orgasm.
But not quite. He smirked at Kiraz.
"Want a go?"
Kiraz grinned at the zn'hre's horrified expression and nodded.
"Oh yeah. Swap as soon as you've come…"
And with that he lowered his head back to 'raadiin's groin, licking and sucking until the zn'hre was erect again and moaning…
Ry woke with a headache, lying on the floor beside the fire.
What the fuck…? Then he remembered…
'raadiin was in his arms, limp, his hair in complete, tangled disarray. Unconscious, apparently. Ry scented him, relishing the rich spicy sweet fragrance - then realised that his newly decorated penis was still deeply buried in the zn'hre's chitsu. And a moment later also realised that so was Kiraz', twitching against his own. He raised himself slightly to peer over a blue shoulder: the Saiyan prince smirked back at him. Hollow-eyed and not looking at his best - they'd all been pretty drunk last night - but obviously still aroused. Ry frowned at the beautiful face next to his, then half-smiled wryly at Kiraz.
"He's going to kill us."
Kiraz raised an eyebrow.
"He's not going to be very happy with us, that's for sure!" He chuckled and rocked his hips, rubbing against Ry's erection in the tight channel. "So why don't we have one last fuck, before he wakes up?"
Smothering his growing feelings of guilt, Ry gave into temptation, ramming into the cool body in counterpoint to the prince, his studs rubbing over the blunted barbs and sending blasts of pleasure through his entire body, his orgasm long minutes later the most intense thing he'd ever known... Behind the white light that blinded him his sluggish mind tried to memorise every second of the experience. It was extremely unlikely he'd ever have it again…
As his breathing and heartrate slowly returned to normal he became aware of a cool, effervescent stickiness on his belly. He opened his eyes slowly, dreading what he'd see.
Large golden eyes glaring at him accusingly.
"Get the fuck out of me, both of you."
Both Saiyans obeyed, swiftly and silently. The zn'hre shoved them out of his way, pulled himself unsteadily to his feet and stalked to the bathroom, refusing to limp. Ry bit his lip: there was dark blue blood on 'raadiin's thighs…
He gazed at Kiraz miserably. It had all seemed like such a good idea last night; now, as he realised exactly what they'd done, it wasn't funny at all. 'raadiin hadn't wanted it, regardless of how his body responded. That made it…
"… fuck…"
The prince sighed.
"Yeah. Think he'd accept an apology?"
Ry hauled himself upright, staggering slightly as he caught his balance then loping after 'raadiin.
Who was scrubbing hard at himself with the washing block as if trying to scrape the experience away, leaving dark rough abrasions on his smooth skin. Ry bit his lip.
"'raadiin? Would it help to say I'm sorry?"
'raadiin ignored him. Ry felt his heart sinking, his eyes prickling at the realisation that he'd wrecked any chance of a relationship with the zn'hre he'd hoped would become his.
'raadiin slammed off the hot spray and moved to the tub, sliding in and sprawling against the side. He glowered up at Ry.
"Happy now?"
And Ry realised he was still wearing the gift armband… The Saiyan took a deep breath and risked crouching down on the edge of the tub.
"I am sorry. Truly sorry. I'll move out today, and if you want to use me for target practise... it's no more than I deserve."
'raadiin watched him, face expressionless, golden eyes cold. Ry lowered his head hopelessly, whispering, "I'm sorry…" then rose and headed, heavy-hearted, to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He froze, glancing back over his shoulder. 'raadiin was scowling.
"Come here."
The Saiyan turned and walked slowly back to the tub, squatting to eye the angry zn'hre. For a moment there was silence, then 'raadiin growled.
"Who the fuck d'you think will plait my hair if you leave?"
Ry blinked, then dropped to his knees, the urge to break into hysterical laughter almost too much to suppress. He bit his lip hard.
"I will be honoured to continue the task, my Ssii'irin."
"Good. And you won't fight when I fuck you."
Ry's mouth dropped open.
"Wh… what…?"
'raadiin inclined his head.
"When I want to fuck you, you will submit without complaint."
'When', not 'if'. The thought of it had him surging erect. He covered his groin with his hands - gasping when 'raadiin grabbed both wrists and shoved his hands to his sides. The zn'hre eyed the solid shaft, then regarded its owner.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Ry nodded, too confused to do anything but agree. 'raadiin smirked grimly.
"Now go and prepare something for me for firstmeal. And Kiraz had better be absent by the time I get out of here."
Unable in all conscience to do anything else, Ry stood, bowed, and made his way through to the common room, noting, wryly, that Kiraz had already made himself scarce. No doubt 'raadiin would have 'words' with him later, but for now it looked as though he himself was, if not forgiven, at least on probation. His zn'hre would, he was fairly certain, milk the situation for all it was worth - but Ry wasn't going to fight.
He shivered at the memory of cool smooth skin writhing against his own, the taste as 'raadiin had come in his mouth, the low hissing sounds the zn'hre made as Ry had rammed into him… He clutched his aching erection as he checked what was left in the cold store.
As long as he could still be with his zn'hre, he wasn't going to object to being on the receiving end. Far from it. He'd heard tales about what it was like.
With a frisson of lustful anticipation, he wondered how long it would be until 'raadiin decided it was time…
© 2003 July 9th Joules Taylor
