Revival
Kiraz slumped on a floor cushion, pouting miserably.
"What's the matter with you?"
The Saiyan sighed gustily.
"'raadiin."
Pirum quirked an eyebrow.
"Still making you and Ry suffer, is he?"
Kiraz grunted.
"No, just me. Well, sort of. I mean, he's… um…"
Unseen by the Saiyan, 'selaan smirked to himself. He knew exactly what was happening back at barracks…
Perhaps today would be the day… Ry thought to himself from his position at 'raadiin's groin, cool engorged blue flesh filling the Saiyan's hot mouth as long strong fingers tangled in his mane and forced his head further down.
It had been twenty-two days since - that night. Twenty-two days in which he'd played the slave to the zn'hre prince, preparing meals, bathing him, plaiting his hair… stroking and sucking him to climax at least once a day. In all that time 'raadiin hadn't allowed the Saiyan to even contemplate fucking him - though he'd insisted on watching Ry doing himself often enough - nor had he demanded the young warrior's submission. And it was driving Ry mad!
Not that he didn't enjoy pleasuring the zn'hre - oh no, far from it! 'raadiin's wonderfully erotic spicy scent, the smoothness of his skin and the way he writhed under Ry's ministrations, the wonderful low sounds he made, and the taste when he came… 'raadiin was addictive. But now Ry wanted - needed - more.
He fondled the cool swollen nub with shaking fingers and sucked hard, tongue quivering against the silky cool studded inkei as 'raadiin's hips thrust upwards one last time, then held still, relishing the cool sparkling sweetness that filled his mouth. Swallowing slowly, licking the still-erect organ as he pulled gently away, he moved to straddle the zn'hre's hips, buttocks flexing, shifting slightly until he could feel the cool inkei tip pressing against the entrance to his body, then leaned forwards to kiss the prince carefully.
"… 'raadiin…"
The zn'hre gazed up at him, golden eyes cool.
"Yes, Ry?"
The Saiyan's head dropped forwards until he was forehead to forehead with the zn'hre he was beginning to think would never be his.
"… please, 'raadiin… aijin…"
"What do you want, Saiyan?"
Ry shivered, his voice a whisper.
"I want you to fuck me…"
A low chuckle.
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"… 'raadiin!..."
He caught his breath as a hand encircled the base of his tail, fingers gently kneading, then froze in shock as cool lips brushed his. An instant later he was on his back with the zn'hre between his spread thighs. 'raadiin's eyes were hooded.
"You sure?"
Ry was breathing far too fast, heart hammering with anticipation.
"Oh fuck yes…"
'raadiin smirked - then nudged the Saiyan's legs wider apart, positioned himself, and shoved into the warm body forcefully.
Ry gritted his teeth, as much against the pain as the sudden jolt of sensation as spiralling beads rasped over his tail-spot. 'raadiin sighed, then stretched out along the Saiyan's body, tucking his thighs under Ry's and licking up his throat to his earlobe.
"You ready?"
Not waiting for Ry's answer, 'raadiin rammed in and began to pound…
… oh gods…
Ry was almost completely limp. Shaking, completely sated, speechless. And sore. 'raadiin had brought him to climax three times, and come twice himself, and didn't that feel strange! Cold and tingling, not to mention thoroughly exotic and stimulating… There and then he decided he only ever wanted to be fucked by zn'hre. 'raadiin had spoiled him for anything else…
"Your turn."
Ry blinked. What?
"Uh… my ssii'irin…?"
The prince riffled fingers through the Saiyan's long thick tail fur, raising a shudder.
"Your turn. Or don't you want to fuck me?"
Ry had thought he was completely exhausted, but the very notion had his inkei rigid almost immediately as he dragged reserves of energy from somewhere. Easing the zn'hre carefully from his body he gently rolled so 'raadiin was underneath, then slid down to kiss and lick up one long leg, from the ankle to the inner curve of the groin - grinning to himself as 'raadiin gasped and forced himself not to squirm. Biting carefully at dark blue labia, and licking around the entrance to the zn'hre's chitsu, the Saiyan slid up the strong blue body, kissing all the way, and pushed smoothly into the cool channel between 'raadiin's legs...
Long cool legs that immediately wrapped tightly around his hips as the prince whimpered and clutched Ry to him. Grinning, the Saiyan concentrated on shifting, then, as soon as his zn'hre had stopped quivering, began to thrust.
Blunted barbs tugging at his skinbeads… 'raadiin's fingers fondling his tail… the little sounds the zn'hre was making, his eyes closed and head thrown back so Ry could kiss and suckle at his throat… It was just as well the Saiyan had already come several times, it gave him more staying power than normal. As it was, he forced two climaxes out of the prince before he was ready to come himself, ramming home viciously hard, 'raadiin's hands on his buttocks persuading him to greater efforts, until with a cry the zn'hre double-climaxed hard, dragging Ry with him and almost breaking the Saiyan's ribs as he tightly clasped the warm body above him…
"Hn. You'll do."
Ry blinked his eyes open, the words filtering through his pleasure-drugged brain. He nuzzled 'raadiin's neck from his position half on top of the cool relaxed body.
"Just… 'do'…?"
Silence for a moment, then the hand cupping his shoulder moved down to fondle his tail as the other stroked his face, tilting it upwards. Half-closed, gleaming golden eyes gazed into his: cool silky lips brushed over his warm mouth.
"You need me to spell it out?"
Ry sighed blissfully.
"No, my ssii'irin…"
**Good**
A shiver of happiness rippling through him, Ry settled down to rest for a while, his zn'hre cuddled close.
'selaan grinned, feeling a tingling in his own groin, and eyed Pirum speculatively. The Hassinan was watching him from under lowered lashes: she smirked at him and flashed a quick glance towards Kiraz. The zn'hre nodded minutely, and Pirum settled herself behind the moping Saiyan, wrapping her arms around his chest and nuzzling his neck.
"Poor Kiraz… Are you jealous?"
The prince grunted, but she couldn't fail to notice his sudden erection. She grinned to herself. She rather liked the effect she had on the young warrior. She slid a hand down to his groin, stroking the bulge gently.
"Perhaps 'sel and I can help you feel better…"
Kiraz swallowed hard, almost afraid to believe his ears: it felt like forever since he'd fucked anyone. Pirum stood and pulled him upright, leading him to 'their' room, 'selaan following…
Lying on her back, 'sel's head between her legs, Pirum gasped, her vision going hazy as the zn'hre's long cool tongue licked far up inside her, the tip quivering, one cool finger tickling her nub, the other hand reaching to fondle a nipple. She glanced over 'sel's lowered head to Kiraz, his eyes closed as he knelt between the zn'hre's spread legs, pounding hard into the cool slim body, his tail caressing a swollen blue nub. It wasn't, she thought distantly, the most comfortable of positions for her study mate, arse high in the air, chest almost touching the bed, but he made even that look graceful… then she couldn’t think clearly for long moments as he licked slowly out of her body and up over her nub, and she came, whimpering…
As her vision cleared she realised 'sel was tugging at her hips, encouraging her to slide under him. Wriggling into position, she waited until 'sel finally managed to get the oblivious Saiyan to understand he wanted them all lying on their side, then, as Kiraz - still buried in the cool body and heading for his third orgasm - flipped the coupling pair down onto the bed, Pirum backed up to 'sel and impaled herself on his inkei. Slowly. To better appreciate the skinbeads he'd had inserted ten days ago. The zn'hre's hands slid up to cup her breasts, teasing the rigid nipples, Kiraz pounding into him increasing the force of his own thrusts as he licked at the Hassinan's neck and shoulders.
Pirum shivered. If there could be anything better than this, she thought vaguely as she came again, her internal spasms sparking 'sel's own climax, well, she couldn't imagine what it could be…
'sel pulled out, holding still for a moment as Kiraz gripped him tightly, grunting as he came - then shifted away from the Saiyan, manoeuvring Pirum into position so the young warrior could slide from behind into a cunt still tingling with zn'hre semen. Grinning, 'selaan settled down beside her, head-to-groin, and lapped at her nub - and Kiraz' penis as it ploughed in and out of her. The Saiyan's tail was coiling and teasing over her breasts, and she automatically took 'sel into her mouth, licking and sucking and chewing (she'd been horrified when 'sel had first asked her to use her teeth, frightened she'd hurt him, but the result when she'd first nibbled… well, it was obviously anything but painful!) as he shivered and whimpered with delight, redoubling his efforts at her groin.
All right, so maybe she could imagine something better…
And they all came together, Kiraz ramming forcefully into her, shoving her groin against 'sel's face as the zn'hre shuddered and jetted into her mouth... It was a while before anyone could move, lying sprawled in a heap, panting, on the sleeping platform.
"Oh fuck…"
Kiraz was heavy-eyed and dewed with sweat, finally satisfied and completely limp. 'sel smirked.
"No stamina, you Saiyans."
The warrior growled at him - but it was good-natured. He had no intention of doing anything that would result in a repeat of the ostracism of the last twenty-two days. Pirum stretched languidly, tingling and happily sated, and stroked warm golden and cool blue thighs.
"Time to bathe. Then I suppose 'sel and I had better get back to the labs."
The zn'hre nodded. They were in the middle of their investigation into his maazi's DNA and Vinas was almost ready to start taking samples from Ti'aasaan's hostlings for comparison. He rose gracefully to his feet, pulling Pirum up with him and eyeing Kiraz.
"You really ought to try it, you know."
Kiraz glared suspiciously.
"What?"
"Being fucked. You'd enjoy it, you know."
"Not a fucking chance!"
'sel shrugged.
"Your loss."
Kiraz glowered at the tight, tempting little arse as 'sel led the way to the bathing chamber. No fucking way was he going to let anyone know that he was beginning to find the idea appealing…
'fallon had *felt* everything that happened to his zk'aida.
His first reaction was a feeling of relief. Finally he wouldn't be the sole object of 'raadiin's 'attentions'. He could rest a little, have the time to let his poor bruised body recover. Ry was a lot stronger, could take more of the punishment 'raadiin meted out, could deal with the young warrior on his own terms.
His second reaction was a kind of simmering anticipation. If 'raadiin and Ry were fucking each other, would 'raadiin allow his Saiyan to fuck his little mate too? The thought of it had 'fallon erect and quivering…
Radittsu wrapped strong arms and long tail around his bondmate from behind, pulling the powerful body back to rest against his own broad frame and kissing the side of the king's neck.
*How did he take it?*
Zha'haabron sighed.
**Badly**
*But you've made your orders clear?*
**Yes. He fully understands he is not to harm Suguri in any way** The king turned to gaze at the Saiyan. **Zkai'da, I don't like interfering in my people's personal affairs**
*I know you don't, beloved - but I don't think you have a choice in this matter.*
**If the worst comes to the worst I can decide the matter for them…**
Radittsu kissed the corner of his mouth then inclined his head, curious.
*What would you decide?*
Zha'haabron closed his eyes resignedly.
**That Suguri has the more compelling claim - both physically and by usage. He has been a… father… to Fa'saayen's sirelings, and a good mate to Ti'zheenan. And we recognise his claim**
*Fa'saayen wouldn't like that!*
**I know. But I cannot in all conscience decide otherwise**
*So they have the choice of living together, or Fa'saayen loses his mate - and his brats, at least until they're older.*
Zha'haabron sighed.
**In effect, yes. Let us hope it does not come to that…**
Radittsu frowned: Zha'haabron was disturbed, and worried about the situation - but he'd done as much as he could for now. He needed distracting… One large warm hand slid down to the king's groin, slipping under the brief black leather and cupping the stirring inkei as the Saiyan suckled at his claim mark.
*We've never made love outside, have we?*
Zha'haabron blinked.
**Won't you be too hot?**
Radittsu smirked.
*Oh, I think you're cool enough to keep me comfortable…* He rocked his hips, letting his bondmate feel his erection. The king shivered, aroused, his scent warm and spicy. *So, shall we take a break for a while?*
Wordlessly, Zha'haabron hauled his zkai'da upright and towards the nearest window…
'jiisa curled up in the sleeping platform watching Fa'saayen pace: the warrior was tense and obviously furiously angry, but trying to contain it.
"How dare he interfere!"
'jiisa sighed and rose to his feet, pacing to stand in front of his h'hzien and laying his hands lightly on the powerful tensed shoulders.
"Zh'el, it's your own fault. Papa doesn't like interfering. If you would just be sensible you wouldn't be in this position."
Fa'saayen hissed angrily.
"I shouldn't be in this position in the first place! Ti'zheenan is mine!"
'jiisa growled.
"No, he's Suguri's, if you want to be so fucking possessive about it! Suguri claimed him."
The elder zn'hre sneered.
"Fucking Saiyan tradition. Nothing to do with us…"
'jiisa took a step back, arms folded across his chest, eyes cold.
"Your Ssii'iin is claimed. Ssii'irin Zha'haarak claimed his bondmate. Ssii'irin 'haabron will be claimed when the time is right. Whether you like it or not it has become an accepted part of our race."
Fa'saayen glared. 'jiisa inclined his head.
"You've never even met Suguri, have you? He's a warm, affectionate, strong and caring Saiyan - around your ki level too. In other circumstances you'd be friends and sparring partners." He grinned to himself, amused as the entirely new notion took root in Fa'saayen's mind. "Since you have no choice in the matter, why don't you meet him, on neutral ground - and I don't mean one of the arenas - and get to know him? I'll be there too." he added, thinking he'd better be there, to arbitrate if nothing else.
Fa'saayen growled.
"Since I've been fucking ordered to make the best of it, I suppose I'll have to."
"Good. I'll speak with Ti'aasaan and get something set up." He grinned. "And now, why don't we go spar for a while, let you work off your anger?"
The elder zn'hre blinked, then managed a tight little laugh.
"You're too sensible, you know that? But yes, it's a good idea."
The prince nodded and gestured to the door.
"Come then. We still have several hours of daylight left…"
Gh'heegonan watched the prince and his Saiyan bondmate circumspectly, pleased and impressed with the way they were developing. Young Zha'haabron had all of his sire's intelligence and tact, and Kobis was obviously completely devoted to him. The only thing that troubled the Regent was the Ssii'irin's strength: he was nowhere near as powerful as the Ssii'iin and although he probably would improve in time, it seemed unlikely he'd ever reach that level. Then again, high ki wasn't absolutely necessary any more: R'ren'nkh'ia was at peace, and a strong royal guard could take the place of personal ability. And the va'ha'da suspected that the young Saiyan prince had as-yet-untapped ki reserves, too.
All in all, he was very satisfied with the way everything was turning out. Both of the hostlings had a keen appreciation of their upcoming responsibilities and duties, and the Ssii'irin had already approached the Regent with a request that the possibility of establishing some sort of personal guard be investigated - and mentioned Fa'saayen as the potential captain, thereby demonstrating sound good sense, in Gh'heegonan's opinion!
Yes, he was confident that the young Ssii'irin would make an excellent successor to his sire. All he had to do was make sure the hostling remained safe and didn't try to do too much too soon…
Ti'ani woke with a jerk, to find 'zhasaan bolt upright, eyes wide. He reached for the zn'hre, pulling the stiff body into his arms.
*What's wrong, zk'viss? What did you dream?*
Big wondering golden eyes turned to the hybrid.
**Jewels**
Ti'ani blinked, then smoothly and rhythmically stroked his machii's hair.
*What about the jewels, zk'viss?*
**Stars**
The hybrid nodded encouragingly.
*Jewels and stars. What do they do?*
**They show the way home**
Ti'ani frowned. He knew 'leesaan was still searching for the coordinates for Zhane, 'home' to the zhaneer - was 'zhasaan's dream to do with that?
The seer was squirming out of his machii's grasp.
**Have to see papa**
*Zk'viss, it's the middle of the night! The Ssii'iin will be sound asleep.*
Zha'zhasaan nodded, still determinedly trying to rise.
**He won't mind, Ti-chan. He'll want to know this**
**Should I come too?** 'miiron was looking on curiously. 'zhasaan shook his head.
**No, I'll explain it later. Go back to sleep** Not bothering to dress, he loped from their small chamber and headed for the main suite, Ti'ani closely following.
Inside, Zha'haabron was already awake, his sireling's excitement too palpable for him to remain asleep. Radittsu was rousing, grumbling at the intrusion: he quietened and grinned when he saw who had disturbed them.
"What is it, little 'un?"
'zhasaan flashed him a quick smile then flung himself into his sire's lap.
"Papa, where are your jewels?"
Zha'haabron blinked.
"Which jewels, zk'viss?"
"Zha'zhasaan's. You brought them, didn't you?"
Zha'haabron nodded, glancing at his bondmate: Radittsu rose and pulled them from their box. 'zhasaan held them reverently across narrow palms, gazing intently into the sparkling depths. The Saiyan eyed his bondmate.
*Do you have any idea what's going on?*
**None whatsoever. But 'zhasaan obviously does…**
The hostling sighed and relaxed, beaming up at his sire.
"Papa, the way home to Zhane is in here." he raised his hands slightly. "But I can't read it, not yet…"
The communit beeped urgently, startling them all. Radittsu answered it, reeling back from the onslaught of R'ren'nkh'ia-go that tumbled from the monitor. He held up his hands, palms out.
"Whoa, 'lee-chan! I can't understand you. Speak Common, please."
'leesaan scowled at him from the screen.
"I need to speak to papa, Rad-chan. It's very urgent!"
Zha'haabron was already half-way to the comm, 'zhasaan in his arms. He settled himself in front of the screen and smiled at his sireling.
"Be calm, zk'viss, and tell me what's the matter."
'leesaan stared at 'zhasaan, who stared back, eyes sparkling. Both sirelings grinned, and said in unison,
"Papa's jewels!"
Zha'haabron raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm delighted that you both know what all this is about. Perhaps you could enlighten the rest of us."
'zhasaan inclined his head to 'leesaan, who grinned.
"The way home is in the stones, papa. The coordinates to Zhane are hidden in the gemstones of Zha'zhasaan's jewellery!"
Zha'haabron blinked and glanced at 'zhasaan, who nodded enthusiastically.
"It's true, papa! Somewhere in here" he raised the gems to the screen, "is the way home to Zhane."
Radittsu frowned.
"So how do we find it… them… the coordinates?"
'leesaan chewed his lip.
"Haven't quite worked that bit out yet. It might be that there's something on the ship, some sort of receptacle, that they slot into which reads the information inside. I've sent a request to the Feeds to see if they can find such a thing. Otherwise - well, there may be a way of reading it using our own tech. Or," his face suddenly brightened, "the Hyoujin might have something! I'll arrange a meeting with Zaheen, see if she has any ideas." The young researcher was wriggling on his seat, too excited to sit still: with difficulty Zha'haabron bit back a smile. "May I have your permission to investigate as far as necessary, papa?"
The king nodded gravely.
"As long as no damage is caused, of course. Include the team in your investigations, naturally."
"Of course, papa!" 'leesaan paused for a moment. "There's just one thing…"
Zha'haabron inclined his head. 'leesaan coloured slightly.
"Well, we need the jewels, papa. We can't do anything without them…"
The king chuckled.
"Of course you can't! Very well. I'll arrange to have them returned to Vejiitasei as soon as possible." He glanced at 'zhasaan, who was tugging lightly on a lock of his hair. "Yes, zk'viss?"
"I need to go too, papa. I can help."
Zha'haabron frowned, then reluctantly nodded. The little seer might very well be able to assist, and this was too important to leave any avenue unexplored.
"Very well." He smiled at Ti'ani, who grinned back.
"Of course, Ssii'iin. We'll go back with him."
"Good. Then I will set things in motion. You had better get some sleep…"
"Can I stay here tonight, papa? With you and Rad-chan?"
Zha'haabron glanced at his bondmate, who shrugged and nodded.
"Very well. Ti'ani?"
The hybrid loped over to the sleeping platform and held out his arms to the seer - who, now that the initial excitement was over, had drooped in his sire's arms. Radittsu carried him over to the bed to nestle down against his protector: within seconds he was asleep.
Zha'haabron laid a palm against the screen, smiling at 'leesaan.
"Well done, zk'vissin. I am proud of you!"
'leesaan blushed and ducked his head.
"We all want to find out where - and who - we came from, papa. If I can help in any way at all, I will."
"I know. Thank you." He held the circlet and earrings up to the screen, where they sparkled and twinkled in the light, then beamed at his sireling. "They'll be with you tomorrow, zk'vissin…"
As the screen blanked, Radittsu hugged his zn'hre hard from behind, grinning broadly.
*Soon, beloved. Soon!*
Zha'haabron sighed and leaned back against the warm body, eyes closing, a sudden anticipatory warmth flooding through him.
They were that much closer to finding out the origins of the zn'hre…
© 2003 August 15th Joules Taylor
h'hzien - native R'ren'nkh'ia-go term for the partner with whom one shares living space, food, even a bed, but to whom one is not bonded. Except in very rare cases the relationship is close but non-sexual.
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zh'el - how one refers to one's h'hzien: loosely translates as 'friend', 'mate', 'partner'.
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