Snapshots 5
It was hot, and Ta'haarel was suffering. He lay slumped in Ti'ani's arms, dozing for short spells before waking and reaching for another beaker of water.
"Is it always like this?"
The hybrid chuckled.
"No. Sometimes it's hotter…"
The zhaneer groaned.
"All the time?"
"No. After the hot season, we have the wet season, then the cold season."
Ta'haarel looked doubtful.
"That's an awful lot of weather…"
"You'll get used to it."
High summer was still thirty days away, but already everywhere shimmered with the heat. The zn'hre basked in it, stripping down to flimsy R'ren'nkh'ian bodysuits - or less - and spending as much time as they could out of doors.
'selaan and Pirum had found the perfect place, a little sunstrap between a big, overshadowing tree under whose branches it was always cool, even on the hottest day, and a sparkling stream. Knowing how beneficial the sunslight was to the zn'hre, Vinas hadn't objected to them taking portable scribers and monitors outside to work. Not that a huge amount of work got done…
Pirum had ventured out from the shade of the tree and straddled 'sel's narrow hips where he lay on his front on the moss, soaking up the suns' warmth. She swept his silky hair to one side and kissed the nape of his neck, chuckling as he shivered.
"Shall we?"
He flipped over onto his back, erect inkei clearly outlined under the brief white bodysuit he wore, and grinned up at her.
"Isn't it too hot for you?"
She stroked hot hands down his chest, easing the flimsy garment from smooth blue skin.
"Oh, I'll manage…"
He moaned as she slid down to lie between his legs, tongue flicking at his labia then teasing his nub.
"It… it's a… pity Ki… raz isn't here…"
The zn'hre quivered, then *called* the Saiyan prince, not expecting him to be free - but as it happened he was at Guard HQ today, Kyuri tutoring him in some of the less interesting aspects of administration, and they were both about to take a long meal break… 'selaan grinned down at the Hassinan.
"He's on his way…"
Pirum grinned and sucked his rigid inkei deeply into her mouth.
"Tch'. Starting without me?"
'sel gazed up hazily from the ground, inkei still in Pirum's mouth as she sucked him erect for the third time. Kiraz smirked and stripped swiftly, penis already rigid. He dropped into a crouch, tapping the Hassinan on the shoulder.
"I've only got an hour, snowball. Get off him before you wear him out."
Pirum pulled her head back, ignoring 'selaan's groan of disappointment, and snorted.
"Wear him out? You are joking, of course."
Kiraz slid a hand down to 'sel's groin, fondling his nub, ignoring the zn'hre's whimpers as he smirked at Pirum.
"You seem to be trying to find out his limits, anyway."
"And I haven't found them yet. And I very much doubt a Saiyan could succeed where I've failed. No stamina, you lot…"
Kiraz growled and dived for her, pushing her onto her back, then hauling 'sel over on top of her.
"I'll show you stamina…"
Pirum wriggled until she could pull the zn'hre down and into her, holding him tightly as Kiraz crouched over them both, shoving roughly into 'selaan and shifting: the zn'hre cried out as he came again, semen tingling inside the Hassinan, who climaxed herself under the stimulation. Kiraz grinned to himself, starting a forceful rhythm, steadily increasing until he was ramming hard into the zn'hre, unsurprised when the two slender forms under him roused again, 'sel pounding into Pirum with the Saiyan's movements, the Hassinan shivering with pleasure as the zn'hre squeezed a hand between their bodies to toy with her nipple.
Kiraz bowed over 'sel's back, teeth gritted, as he came for the first time, plunging deeply into cool blue flesh with a low growl then holding still, the little jerks of 'sel's buttocks arousing him again as the zn'hre pulsed sparkling semen into Pirum for the second time.
"Oh fuck…" Kiraz nipped at 'sel's neck, where it met his shoulder, for a moment tempted to go deeper and claim the zn'hre... But that would be a very bad idea. And he didn't want to settle, not yet, and 'sel would most certainly not be amused… He pulled out of the slender blue body and hauled the zn'hre back a little, positioning himself and thrusting into Pirum, who gasped and bucked her hips: he was so hot in comparison to 'sel!
The zn'hre eyed her for a moment, then smirked and knelt at her head, shifting forwards slightly so she could reach the entrance to his chitsu with her lips and tongue, and reaching a hand to pull Kiraz' head down, whimpering as the Saiyan took his inkei into a hot mouth…
They'd have to do this more often…
'honee frowned at the display pensively, then turned to his sire.
"To be honest, papa, I don't know whether an interface would be possible, since it seems to operate from your ki…"
Zha'haabron had found himself with an hour to spare before the next Council meeting - Vejiita wanted to talk about the possibility of sending a scout force to the borders of the Karilun Empire before they expanded their sphere of influence any further - and on a sudden impulse had taken the navigation jewels to the library. It was highly inconvenient, having to be present any time anyone wanted to research any of the planets whose details were held within the system; he wondered if it might be possible to devise some way of having the gems operate independently…
'haavok was staring at the circlet on his sire's brow.
"May I have a look, papa?"
The king unfastened the band and handed it to his sireling as the display faded. 'haavok peered at the sparkling stones, mind racing as he considered options, then smirked at his sire.
"We don't like being beaten by inanimate objects, papa. We'll see what we can do…"
'honee interrupted.
"Is that really wise, though? I mean, if we can find a way to have them work without papa being here, wouldn't that leave them open to misuse? We don't want just anyone being able to access this information."
'haavok sat back and folded his arms.
"Then we'll just have to make sure only zn'hre family members can use them, won't we?"
Zha'haabron inclined his head.
"Is that possible?"
'honee shrugged.
"We won't know until we try! Would you mind leaving them with us? We'll bring them back tonight. And we'll let 'leesaan know what we're trying - he might have some ideas or advice to offer."
The king smiled and unhooked the earrings.
"Make sure you do not take any risks."
'haavok nodded, already focussed on the challenge…
Radittsu had taken the hybrids - except for Kinu, who was spending a little time with Manzano - to the plains outside the city for a day-long training session. As he said, they'd all grown sloppy over the last half year.
Ti'ani had been a little worried about it to start with, but Zha'haarak had reassured him Ta'haarel would be well cared for - as would the hostlings - and pointed out that he needed both the exercise and the chance to get out and blast things for a while. It was unnatural, the gentle zn'hre said with a dry smile, for anyone part-Saiyan not to indulge in the occasional bout of destruction…
Radittsu had set them loose to soar and dive and chase each other, ki-blasting boulders and the odd animal unwise enough to break cover. By the time they'd flown off the first rush of boisterous energy they had enough game for a substantial meal: Radittsu called them all together and they sat at ease for a while, enjoying raw or ki-seared meat according to preference. Then the big Saiyan clapped for their attention.
"Right. Now, we know from the Zhane expedition that you can all - well, mostly, and there's no reason to assume that those left behind are any different - counter at least the zhaneer form of mental… combat, if we can call it that."
'vahn nodded, smiling grimly at his twin. Za'rayne had been horrified at what had happened to his family, and angrily wished he'd been there to help.
"To our knowledge there are no other such species - within the Empire, at any rate - so we can't yet check if you can do the same with anyone else. We also know that your own mental abilities are… powerful." He grimaced. "I can't help you much, there. But we're going to set up some sessions with the Ssii'iin to see if we can establish your current limits and devise some way of honing your skills."
Ti'ani nodded. He and Le'leen had learned to control their abilities, and more importantly their emotions, over the last couple of years and could now cause anything from a mild but distracting headache to complete disintegration of the brain from within. It went without saying they needed to remain calm and self-controlled to avoid accidentally frying anyone.
But they didn't yet know what 'vahn, Za'rayne, 'vaasaan and 'jau could do, nor the new zn'hre/zhaneer hybrids - hence the need for sessions with Zha'haabron. Ti'ani knew he and his twin would be assisting the king, and were quite looking forward to it.
But for now… They all had to make sure they were well versed in physical methods of defence. They finished eating and Radittsu told them what he wanted them all to do for today's training…
"Know what I'd like to do?" Merica stretched full-length on the sleeping platform and yawned widely. Jagung, who'd arrived back half an hour ago, hot and sticky after an energetic morning's rehearsals at the Academy, stuck his head around the door from the bathroom, still dripping from his shower.
"No. Bet you're going to tell me though, aren't you?"
Merica grinned.
"I'd like to go home for a while."
His bondmate sauntered to the bed and jumped on top of him, wet tail stroking his face.
"It's been a while."
"Yeah." Merica idly nibbled on the long, slender red-gold tail, smirking as Jagung shivered, erection growing. "Zha'haarak's looking… tired, too. Wonder if we can persuade Hijau to take a break, take the Ssii'irin for a holiday. Serendah wouldn't mind."
Jagung chuckled. Merica's younger brother had pestered them with questions about the zn'hre last time they were there - which, ye gods! had been MoonYear! Was it really that long ago? - he'd give his eyeteeth to actually meet one.
"Depends if the Guard can spare their commander. Though Kyuri's damn good in the post."
Merica reached a hand down to fondle his mate's groin, teasingly, and Jagung gasped.
"Let's speak to him."
Beautiful grey-green eyes closing as he impaled himself on Merica's shaft, Jagung managed to nod.
"Later…"
Hijau grinned at Zha'haarak.
"Would you like to go?"
The gentle zn'hre looked nervous.
"I… don't know… it's a long way…"
"It's not that far. And Rumput's quite different to Matou. Lots of little craggy wooded islands with wide beaches. And the sea is warm…"
Zha'haarak eyed his bondmate, obviously tempted.
"What about Ta'haarel and the hostlings?"
"Zh'leet and Br'yaan will be here, and Ti'aasaan, and Kakarotto as guard. And you know they're always welcome at the Academy if they get too lonely. And the rest of the brats are settled into their routines now. They won't miss us."
"What about 'jau?"
Hijau glanced at Merica, who shrugged.
"The place is big enough for a horde of brats. My ancestors thought big and built bigger. They'd be welcome."
The captain grinned at the zn'hre.
"And I'm sure Zorun would be happy to let Kinu come with us, so they don't need to be parted.
"But Mahrayne might not like it."
"Ask her, then."
Zha'haarak chewed his lip pensively, then nodded.
"Very well. If Mahrayne is happy for Kinu to accompany us, I would very much like to visit."
Merica smirked.
"I'll set things in motion."
Mahrayne had agreed to Kinu's going, though she hadn't been especially happy about it. Zorun, however, was happy to give his permission for Kinu to travel with them, especially since 'jau would be going too - although Radittsu had not been overly pleased about that, since, as he'd pointed out in no uncertain terms, they'd only just got back into the routine of training again. Hijau had been at considerable pains to reassure his aijin that he'd attend to 'jau's training personally while they were away, and make sure both brats spent time every day at their normal lessons. At which, with many growls of disapproval, the Royal Liaison finally relented. It had been a day later when the King's Guard received the invitation from Lord Kurumi.
Zorun frowned at Ti'aasaan, who was playing a mental counting game with 'vaasaan. The hostling was a very intense, watchful child, curious about everything and extremely focussed.
"What do you think?"
Ti'aasaan looked up, pale golden eyes bright and loving.
"About visiting Pankuzu? I think it's a fine idea."
"All of us. He wants to meet 'rena."
The little zn'hre considered the idea for a moment, then nodded.
"Well, I can cope with it."
Zorun gazed absently into space.
"He'd like to see Kinu as well… If Kinu and 'jau are on Rumput, it's no great distance for them to visit for a few days - and it would be good for Hijau and Zha'haarak to have some time to themselves, I think."
Ti'aasaan grinned up at him, surprised anew at the gentle, considerate side of his personality, the one he kept well hidden.
"Excellent. Now you just need to ask Vejiita for the downtime!"
Zorun snorted.
"Heh. Well, perhaps the Ssii'iin would be willing to ask on my behalf…"
The little zn'hre stood to kiss his bondmate, stretching up to wrap slim arms around broad shoulders.
"I'm sure we can arrange something. But we'll have to wait until after the Academy's Summer Performance. You'll be needed for that, and so will Hi'ijaa, Merica and Jagung…"
By the serpents, it was so hot! Lento squinted against the brightness pouring in through the wide windows of the suite. Was it - what was the term? - morning already? The young effodio groaned and rolled over on to his stomach, pressing his face into the overly warm bed clothes scrunched up beneath him. He'd had a terrible night, again. The temperature hadn't dropped much once the suns had set, forcing him to lie naked on top of the covers, and feeling so... exposed hadn't been conducive to deep sleep. The young male felt drained, he'd tossed and turned all through the night. There were temperature controls in this room, but idiot that he was, he hadn't been able to make sense of them. Lento sighed, maybe it was time to put his pride aside and ask someone for help, he didn't think he could endure another night like that.
For a moment he experienced a bone-deep longing for the chill of Hassina's upper-galleries, closely followed by an aching sadness. Lento struggled to master the despair that crashed over him, squeezing silver-grey eyes shut to hold back the unmasculine display of tears. Only females were allowed that release.
He and Torvus had returned to Hassina just as the worst disturbances were beginning. They'd had to leave again soon after, evacuated with the rest of their Household to G'geckah. That had been a difficult time for Lento - for everyone really - but the young male had felt disconnected, lost, on the lush, green planet, as if he was only half-alive. Then Malum had proposed returning to Vejiitasei and Lento had leapt at the chance to reconnect with something even vaguely familiar. The Elder males in his household, including Torvus, had forbidden him to go with the unconventional young male but Lento had simply ignored them, defiantly joining the small band of adventurous Hassinan that had accompanied Malum to Vejiitasei to petition the Saiya-jin-no-Ou for the Kamome caves.
Lento wearily pushed himself up off the sleeping platform then padded through to the bathing room he shared with the other males. A nice, cold shower would revive him enough so he could at least function adequately. He stepped into the cool spray with a sigh of relief, running his fingers through silver hair, making sure the water soaked right through to his scalp. Lento lifted his face to the stream and smiled. He needed to be awake, Malum had asked him to be his aide and to do justice to the honour he had to be able to concentrate...
'tiisaan stretched, waking slowly from the afternoon nap Bri-sensei had instituted for the Academy while the weather was so hot, one hand tangling in 'kanaan's hair, the other tickling 'viirel's back. Two sleepy grunts told him his roommates were not impressed.
But it was a beautiful afternoon, simmeringly hot already and due to get hotter tonight. He rose gracefully to his feet, slipping quickly into the brief, almost transparent scrap of pale blue leather that was his usual clothing at the moment and stepped out onto their balcony, floating down to the ground. The grass of the smooth lawn was warm to his bare feet: he wriggled his toes and headed down to the pool, arms spread wide to catch the sunslight. He needed to think…
He'd seen Lento many times, mostly with Mahrayne, but so far the pretty, silver-haired male had treated him with nothing but deference. On the couple of occasions they'd been able to speak without a crowd of other people there the Hassinan had seemed nervous, not able to quite work out how the zn'hre should be treated - which was sort of understandable, 'tiisaan thought to himself, since the Hassinan only had two genders and they were strictly segregated.
Nevertheless it was extremely annoying. 'tiisaan was getting nowhere with subtlety. Perhaps it was time to use more… blunt methods to make the Hassinan aware of his interest.
But how? Engineering a meeting was proving more difficult than he'd expected. And he didn't want to upset 'rayne.
Lost in thought, the dancer sauntered across the grass, vaguely noticing another figure heading in the same direction at a little distance but too distracted to look properly - until it stopped by the water and turned its head.
'tiisaan grinned. Lento. Well, how serendipitous…
Lento spotted the zn'hre in the distance then, face flaming, quickly looked the other way. The young Hassinan took a couple of deep breaths and consciously unclenched his fists, forcing himself to relax. 'tiisaan appeared to be naked! This wasn't an unusual sight, the zn'hre as a race seemed to get about in nothing much at all when it was hot and Lento thought he was beginning to get used to the notion, but the zn'hre in general weren't 'tiisaan. He surreptitiously wiped clammy palms on his light robes and debated running away. 'tiisaan made him nervous, ridiculously nervous. The dancer was always polite but Lento had been sensing a sort of intent towards him for some time now and he didn't quite know how to interpret the signals. It didn't help that his grasp of Common was rudimentary at best. His first startled thought had been that the zn'hre wanted to have sex with him but that couldn't be right, could it? 'tiisaan couldn't be... interested in him like that, could he? They were different species for a start and - and what about the mechanics of such a union? The zn'hre had female parts, apparently, but what about the male parts? Where did they fit? This whole situation was entirely out of Lento's limited sexual experience. All his knowledge was theoretical; he'd begun the training that would give him the basics of how to behave with his females when they were eventually gifted to him, but anything beyond that resided in his imagination.
Lento watched the zn'hre's deceptively languid approach and argued with himself again about leaving - he definitely did not like the sudden feeling he was being stalked...
Lento looked worried, 'tiisaan thought, though he couldn't understand why. The zn'hre weren't that alarming, were they? And he knew how Mahrayne behaved, how much she enjoyed sex - surely Hassinan males were the same? He fixed a pleasant, friendly smile on his face and headed for Lento before the male could try making an escape.
"Greetings, Lento-san! Are you well?"
The Hassinan was blushing and seemed unable to speak. 'tiisaan laid a hand on his shoulder, expression concerned.
"Is something wrong?"
Lento shook his head, trying - it appeared to the zn'hre - to hide behind his heavy silvery-grey hair. 'tiisaan sighed silently and pulled his hand away. His voice was soft.
"Would you walk with me for a while?"
Not allowing the Hassinan to refuse, 'tiisaan linked his arm through Lento's and began to walk alongside the water, pulling his nervous companion with him. For a moment there was silence, then 'tiisaan smiled.
"Lento-san, I was wondering… Do you have a partner?"
"Wh… what you mean - highness?" Lento suddenly remembered the zn'hre's status. 'tiisaan sighed.
"Please, just 'tiisaan… I mean, do you have your own - females…" he frowned to himself, trying to remember what Mahrayne had told them all about her culture. "Or - a bed mate?"
"No females, I too... young." Lento frowned a little. "I - I do not understand 'bed-mate'."
'tiisaan nodded pensively. Too young? That was surprising. For a moment he regretted not paying more attention to his xeno-sociological studies.
"Bed-mate… is a person you share a bed with. Sleep with. Have sex with."
The Hassinan's golden skin darkened with a furious blush and he refused to meet 'tiisaan's gaze.
"No bed-mate. We do not do that."
'tiisaan's eyebrows rose; he stopped walking and placed both slender hands on the Hassinan's shoulders.
"But Mahrayne says…" he paused, wondering how to phrase it so Lento couldn't 'misunderstand'. Then shrugged, reached up to cup the lovely golden face in his hands and very gently brushed a kiss over the Hassinan's lips.
"I would like you to try it."
Lento froze between the zn'hre's palms and his eyes went very round.
"... try it? With you?" 'tiisaan nodded, smiling gently. "I - " The young male swallowed; he'd been on the point of refusing then almost immediately found himself wondering why he should. This wasn't Hassina, none of his kin were here to monitor his behaviour... and 'tiisaan was very beautiful. With some bemusement Lento felt the stirring in his groin: why shouldn't he do this? He nodded, slowly.
Eyes brightening, and wishing he'd asked a lot earlier, 'tiisaan slowly moved a little closer, gradually pressing up against the Hassinan's hot body through the fine fabric of his robes - robes that covered him from neck to ankle and wrist, hiding what was underneath… 'tiisaan felt his inkei hardening and grinned to himself. This was going to be very interesting.
Lento had jerked back fractionally, startled not just by the zn'hre's - forwardness, but also by the coolness of his body. He knew their ability to regulate their own body temperature was limited, but he hadn't realised by quite how much.
He blushed at the thought that spending the night curled around that cool body would make it far easier to sleep… 'tiisaan was smiling up at him from under long emerald lashes.
"Shall we… find a quiet place?"
Lento blinked, feeling suddenly panicky. The zn'hre wanted them to… couple… now? He swallowed.
"Is… daytime…"
'tiisaan nodded.
"Why not?"
Lento couldn't think of any reason…
'tiisaan looked around with satisfaction. No-one ever came here; while still within the Academy grounds, the area was wild, the ground mossy and a little cool under the trees, the flowering plants untamed and sweet. It was private, and quiet, and 'tiisaan came here when he wanted to think without distraction.
Lento gazed around, a little light-headed at the thought of what they were about to do and wondering if he'd made the right decision. Not that the dancer was likely to let him back out now…
'tiisaan took his hand, leading him deeper into the tangle of fragrant shrubs to a little mossy clearing, to all intents and purposes invisible unless you knew it was there, and sheltered from above by the overarching branches of pale trees. The zn'hre turned to his companion and smiled - then slid out of his brief clothing.
Entranced, lips parted, Lento reached out to tentatively touch the dancer's cheek, brush the heavy fall of emerald silk away from his delicate face.
"I - do not know what to do." he confessed in a low murmur, watching his fingertips brush over cool, blue skin.
Well, although he'd never actually tried it, the zn'hre knew what was involved - could hardly fail to given his upbringing! 'tiisaan shivered, turning his head to kiss the fingers, then bent to ease the robe up the lean golden body and over Lento's head, dropping it to the ground and stepping back to gaze at his companion with wide eyes.
So… silly to hide all this under heavy clothing!
Lento had none of the body skin-beads the dancer had come to associate with the Hassinan, which was a surprise in itself. He reached out to run his hands down the smooth, lean chest, moving closer, standing on his toes to press his erection tentatively against the Hassinan's groin.
"Don't worry…"
Lento gasped, all embarrassment forgotten as he surged erect at the intimate, unfamiliar touch. He wrapped his arms around 'tiisaan, pulling him in tightly and burying his nose in the zn'hre's fragrant hair. He smelt so good...
'tiisaan was trembling, kissing Lento's chest, hands stroking the Hassinan's back under his hair, moving down until he could cup them around Lento's buttocks, rubbing his inkei gently against Lento's solid erection. Hadn't he heard, somewhere, that Hassinan could stay hard for as long as they wanted?
Then he froze, groaning mentally.
His barbs.
The Hassinan wouldn't know anything about shifting and couldn't be taught without being able to mind-speak, at least a little…
He hissed to himself. He'd be damned if he let that stop them - but it would take a little more preparation. He gazed up into silver eyes.
"Lento-san - there's something I need to do, first, so you aren't hurt…"
He pushed the dazed and aroused Hassina down to sit on the moss, then dropped onto his back, hands reaching for his groin, spreading his thighs, stroking and fondling inkei and nub, eyes closed - so he didn't see the expression on Lento's face.
Lento's mouth dropped open. He understood masturbation, but that was a solitary activity, why was the zn'hre doing that when he was there? Blushing again, and greatly daring, the effodio shifted to kneel between the zn'hre's thighs. Licking his lips he reached for the most obvious part of 'tiisaan's anatomy; strong fingers wrapped around the zn'hre's penis and he began to hesitantly pump the cool flesh, unsure of the appropriateness of his actions.
'tiisaan gasped, his eyes snapping open, gazing at Lento for a moment before moaning and pushing his hips up into the Hassinan's grasp. Cool fingers brushing the warm hands caressing his inkei as the zn'hre fondled his own nub and labia, the unfamiliar, erotic stimulation thrilling, it was a matter of moments until the dancer double-climaxed with a long, low hiss… Reaching for Lento before the Hassinan could move away, 'tiisaan pulled him down, angling his hips so that the other's penis could slide into him, gliding over the now blunted barbs.
Lento quivered, eyes wide, feeling… something… like… skin-beads, but inside… it felt wonderful… He pushed further in, breathing ragged, gazing into the zn'hre's golden eyes.
'tiisaan wrapped his legs around the Hassinan's waist, pulling his partner even closer, eyes closing in bliss as Lento thrust, stroking him inside, little bolts of pleasure shivering through him as the shaft rubbed over the blunt barbs… he gasped as he came again, internal contractions kneading Lento's smooth penis, arousing him still further. With a whimper the Hassinan climaxed, throbbing deep inside the zn'hre's cool body, holding him tightly and covering his face with kisses.
'tiisaan relaxed, eyes half closed, one part of his mind coolly analysing what had happened, how he felt… The Hassinan's weight on top of him was intriguing, stopping him from moving very much. He could understand a little, now, how it felt to be submissive, to let someone else take control. The sensation of Lento's semen hot within him was… exciting. Yes, exciting. And it seemed to take a long time for his body to absorb it, too. But overall, the sheer thrilling intimacy of the act… Oh, he could dance this now, and make it as beautiful as it truly was.
He sighed and contentedly licked Lento's neck, rough tongue startling the Hassinan. They must do this again. He had to learn every nuance, every sensation, every last movement…
He was sure Bri-sama would let Lento share their room, at least at night.
"'tiisaan…"
Lento had dragged his head up and was gazing down into the zn'hre's face, expression wondering. 'tiisaan smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Lento…"
He wriggled slightly, enjoying the feel of the rigid penis still filling his chitsu. Lento made to pull out, but the zn'hre's hands on his buttocks stopped him.
"Please don't…" the dancer whispered. "It feels so wonderful, you inside me…"
Beaming, the Hassinan roughly shoved his doubts to the back of his mind. So what if this was anything but correct Hassinan behaviour? He wasn't on Hassina anymore, and would never be going back. He was staying here. He wanted to become part of the… culture on Vejiitasei. Oh, he wouldn't forget his past, his heritage, but he had to look to the future. And if that future involved fucking aliens - making love, he corrected himself, what they'd just done was rather more than scratching an itch - so be it. Mahrayne had done it, after all.
He'd worry about what the others would say later. For now, the cool, beautiful dancer beneath him and gazing affectionately into his eyes, he was just going to enjoy the moment.
'tiisaan nuzzled his neck, eyes gleaming, and Lento realised the zn'hre was erect once more.
"Lento-chan… I was wondering… could we do that again…?"
Kobis smiled gently down at his bondmate. It was rare, these days, to see 'haabron so relaxed. On the huge monitor on the wall the penultimate act of this year's Summer Performance was being screened: 'haabron was sprawled naked on his stomach on a handful of floorcushions, watching dreamily as 'tiisaan danced something that had Kobis swallowing and discreetly kneading at his groin. Where had the dancer learned that!? *Catching* his arousal, 'haabron raised himself onto his hands and knees, thighs spread widely in invitation: with a relieved sigh the Saiyan released his erection and plunged into the cool, welcoming body, immediately pulling the zn'hre into his lap so they could both watch the performance as warm hands reached to a cool inkei and nub, rhythmically kneading and fondling as he shifted. 'haabron swiftly double-climaxed then leaned back against Kobis' shoulder with a contented sigh.
"Zkai'da…"
Kobis nuzzled his hair.
*Perhaps we could return, and watch the next performance live?*
**I would like that**
So would Kobis. Much as he loved R'ren'nkh'ia, it would be good to go back to Vejiitasei, just for a little while. He missed green…
'haabron wiped a hand across his eyes as the Performance came to its usual stunning, awe-inspiring and emotional climax then twisted to kiss his bondmate.
"So beautiful…"
So are you… The Saiyan smiled, increasing his gentle movements until he was thrusting forcefully, the zn'hre whimpering in his arms. He growled blissfully as they came together, then eased them both down to lie curled on the cushions for a few minutes. They were due back in Council shortly.
'haabron stretched slightly, careful not to dislodge his still-hard partner's inkei, then sighed.
"I understand Fa'saayen and Suguri have been fighting again…"
Kobis snorted. So what else was new? Ti'zheenan and his two mates had finally decided to return to R'ren'nkh'ia together to see if they could co-exist peaceably (at their own requests the hostlings had remained at the Academy, something that still caused Ti'zheenan tears occasionally although he would never begrudge them their happiness and the opportunities they now had…) So far unsuccessfully, though they hadn't actually caused each other any physical harm as yet. But it wasn't making for a stress-free life for them all - particularly as Ti'zheenan was hosting again.
That was probably what they'd been fighting about. The hostlings were Fa'saayen's, the result of a deliriously happy night of abandoned lovemaking between all three of them, during which Suguri first got to fuck the zn'hre warrior. That Fa'saayen had enjoyed it hadn't helped his foul mood the next morning…
Kobis nipped gently at his bondmate's neck.
"They really have to settle it themselves. Though if it gets too much, you can always send Suguri back to Vejiitasei."
"I know. I'd really much rather not interfere, though."
Kobis sighed and slid reluctantly out of his zn'hre.
"I'll have words with Suguri."
"Thank you. It might help. I'll speak to Fa'saayen again."
Kobis chuckled.
"Or you could have 'jiisa do it. 'saayen listens to your sibling."
'haabron smiled.
"If I can distract him from Bri'sassa for a couple of hours, I will…"
'raadiin rather liked seeing 'fallon fucked by Ry. The little zn'hre, his swollen abdomen resting on pillows, his arse in the air for Ry's powerful thrusts, looked so… submissive like this, and very arousing. Ry grinned at him, knowing what was coming next…
The Saiyan had moved into the suite ten days ago, and they'd settled into a comfortable routine. After the first brood had gone to sleep, 'raadiin, then Ry, fucked 'fallon, then 'raadiin eagerly buried himself in Ry's body, then Ry returned the favour, then the Saiyan took 'fallon - who was too big now to fuck anyone without discomfort - into his mouth. And if they still had energy afterwards, 'raadiin would often let Ry fuck him again ('fallon was usually asleep by then, exhausted). It was all working rather well.
Ry gasped as he came, and 'fallon hissed, back arching, as the flood of warm semen sparked his own climax. 'raadiin grinned ferally and moved to pull Ry onto his hands and knees…
Le'leen woke, as usual snuggled up behind 'zhasaan. What wasn't usual, however, was how hot he felt…
The hybrids' normal temperature was a little lower than the Saiyan norm, though they were much more tolerant of extremes of temperature than either Saiya-jin or R'ren'nkh'ia-jin. But this…
He glanced over at his twin, already awake with Ta'haani in his arms. Ti'ani was gazing at the sleeping Ta'haarel, and looked flushed - and very aroused. Le'leen frowned. His scent was different too…
And suddenly an absolute flood of lust took him completely by surprise. 'zhasaan *felt* it and pulled away, alarmed.
**'ani?**
The hybrid whimpered, hands clawing at his inkei and chitsu.
"… 'zhasaan… please… I need you…"
His eyes very bright, and obviously aroused himself, the dreamer slowly crawled from the sleeping platform and *called* for Zha'haabron…
© 2004 March 14th Joules Taylor
Thanks also to Bakayaro onna for accidentally drawing 'haavok and 'honee and allowing me to post them here. (Apparently 'haavok just turned up, not giving his name, and demanded to be drawn. We must have words about 'manners', later...)
