This one was a present for Bakayaro Onna, to cheer her up on a bad day…

      The blog conversation that inspired it went thus -

It's a side story to the Fourth Alliance Chronicle, post-Births...

Recreation

"You want me to what!?"
      Leteetza grinned, her eyes twinkling.
      "You heard me."
      "But…" Vejiita had actually paled. His Companion raised an eyebrow.
      "You said I could have anything I liked as a thank you for the safe delivery of your heir. I've chosen what I want - don't tell me you're going to back out? You? The fearless Saiya-jin-no-Ou?"
      Vejiita gritted his teeth. He'd regretted his promise - made in the afterglow of the births and after more than a few celebratory drinks with Zorun, Limau and (reluctantly) Radittsu - almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. Well, too late now to unsay them! He growled.
      "Will you not choose something else?"
      She shook her head determinedly.
      "That's what I want."
      He closed his eyes with a barely-perceptible shudder.
      "When?"
      Leteetza grinned evilly…

Hijau blinked. Then frowned, more than a touch anxiously.
      "Was that really a good idea, imouto? Has he ever been uke before?"
      Leteetza grinned at Radittsu.
      "Oh yes…"
      The big Saiyan frowned.
      "That was FullMoon, and the season makes us classless. Now… well, I don't think he's going to like it…"
      Leteetza absently lifted the whining 'dittsu to her breast, settling him to feed. - something he seemed to want to do regularly every half hour or so. The twins were only three days old and she was already heartily looking forward to their weaning…
      "He can't fail to enjoy himself." She grinned at the assembled adults. "With all your skills? He'll demand a regular appointment!"
      Zha'haarak looked nervous.
      "And you wish for all of us to…?"
      She nodded, and the gentle zn'hre swallowed, glancing at Zha'haabron.
      **Must I join in, my Ssii'iin?**
      The king stroked his hair.
      **Leteetza has asked that we all be present, sweetheart, and I don't wish to disappoint her: she asks for very little, after all. If you do not wish to enter or be entered, perhaps you could simply use your hands.**
      Zha'haarak lowered his eyes, nodding reluctantly. Hijau grimaced at Radittsu.
      "Well, I suppose we'd better get in some provisions."
      Leteetza laughed and inclined her head towards Mahrayne, who was gaping at the family in disbelief, her eyes huge.
      "And we will arrange an alternative suite for the brats, and keep them out of your way for the night." She mock-scowled at the less than happy faces around her. "Ah, come on - it's only for one night! And he's good, you know - well, you do know." She twinkled at Radittsu, who sighed and nodded.
      "Pretty skilled. And he learns quickly." He grinned at Mahrayne. "Can we borrow your toys?"

Zorun frowned.
      "Sire, do you really want to do this?"
      "No of course I don't want to fucking do this! But I made a promise. And you will help me keep it, so don't think you're just going to be on guard outside the door!"
      Zorun smirked behind the Saiya-jin-no-Ou's back. He had no intention of missing out on the fun…
      They arrived at the suite and Vejiita paused, almost visibly gathering his resolve. Then he marched into the common room - to be greeted by a smiling Ti'aasaan, clothed in a gauzy, jewelled loincloth suspended from a fine silver chain, his hair for once loose and floating around his slender body, brushing the tops of his thighs. Vejiita stopped dead and stared as the little zn'hre dropped slowly and gracefully to one knee, the heavy bangles on his wrists chiming gently together. He glanced up at the king from below the silky pale locks that fell across his face, his large eyes a softly glowing gold in the muted light.
      "Everyone is in the pool, Sire. May I escort you to them?"
      Vejiita looked back at Zorun, who was already stripping, and growled.
      "You will wait for your king to take action first!"
      The Guard halted and bowed deeply.
      "Your pardon, Sire."
      Giving Zorun a curt nod, Vejiita gingerly removed his own boots and bodysuit, then imperiously gestured for the zn'hre to lead them both into the bathroom.
      He halted just inside the door, staring at the sight that met his eyes, not sure whether to be annoyed that they'd started without him or not…
      Radittsu rose, one hand held out in welcome, and Vejiita swallowed nervously. He'd forgotten quite how - big - the ex-Captain was. Fixing a neutral expression on his face he entered the water, indicating to Zorun (who, he noticed with annoyance, was already erect, the Guard's eyes hovering over Hijau deeply buried in Zha'haarak's slim green body) to sit close to him. For a few moments all was quiet, except for Hijau's low purr as he thrust into his bondmate, and the gentle zn'hre's gasps as his Saiyan brought him to a blissful double climax. Then, as they slumped together on the opposite side of the pool, Jeice moved to stand before the Saiya-jin-no-Ou, bowing.
      "Sire, if I might be allowed…?"
      Not quite knowing what he was letting himself in for, but refusing to allow his nervousness to show, the king nodded once. The hash'shavven grinned - then dived under the water. Seconds later Vejiita bit back a cry as a hot mouth closed around his flaccid shaft.
      It didn't stay limp for long. What the fuck did the little alien have in his mouth!? Trying his damnedest not to moan, Vejiita resisted the urge to thrust, completely entranced by the feel of those - metal studs, he supposed they must be. Moments later Jeice surfaced and in one fluid movement seated himself on the king's lap, then with a murmured "I trust you don't mind…" impaled himself on Vejiita's erection.
      The Saiyan saw white, his head rolling back as he gripped the little alien's hips and rammed up into a hot, eager body, coming far too soon and sliding out with a groan. Jeice chuckled.
      "Oh, don't worry Sire - that was only the first course…"

They didn't stay in the pool for long - just long enough for Vejiita to catch his breath - then climbed out and returned to the common room. Ti'aasaan had lowered the lights a little more, laid out wine and platters of seared meats, and set going a quiet - but oddly stirring - R'ren'nkh'ian music chip. The balcony doors were open, the fragrance of the climbing plant drifting in on the faint warm breeze, and the stars were bright in a clear dark sky.
      Ti'aasaan took Vejiita's hand and led him to the sleeping platform, pulling him down to sit crosslegged, surrounded by pillows, as the rest settled themselves around him. The Saiya-jin-no-Ou glanced nervously at Radittsu, keeping his voice low.
      "What's going on?"
      The big Saiyan grinned.
      "We thought you might like to see Jeice dance."
      Vejiita's jaw dropped. Dancing? He hadn't come here to watch dancing!
      Then the hash'shavven exited his room, dressed in that minimal pure white outfit Mahrayne has seen him wear first…
      … and by the time he'd finished the hvassah Vejiita was moaning, lying back on Ti'aasaan's lap as Hijau nipped lightly at his shoulders and nipples, Zha'haarak teased and stroked his quivering erection with cool strong fingers, and Radittsu expertly fondled his long tail. Smiling at the king's almost pained expression, Ti'aasaan shifted, unclipping the chain that held his loincloth in place and lying Vejiita's head on a pillow - then swiftly straddling the Saiyan's trembling hips and sliding down onto his shaft. Vejiita moaned and tried to reach for his waist - but strong hands held his arms pinned to the bed. Slowly, the little zn'hre began to move, circling his hips, raising and lowering his body tantalisingly slowly, glad he'd had Hijau shift within him earlier so that he could take the Saiya-jin-no-Ou now.
      Vejiita squirmed on the bed, hips thrusting upwards to try to bury himself in the small cool body as Ti'aasaan held himself too high, so that just the tip of the royal penis could reach his chitsu, bobbing slightly, tormenting the king as Radittsu nipped at his jaw and lips, finally kissing him deeply, the hot, smoky taste of the bigger Saiyan's mouth flooding Vejiita's senses as Ti'aasaan slammed downwards onto his groin, strong internal muscles clenching and rippling, pulling the king into a violent orgasm.
      Shaking, Vejiita lay still, trying to recover - but they didn't allow him any time. Pulling his limp form over onto its front, Radittsu raised the king's hips and pushed slowly into him, ignoring his monarch's bitten-off cry of pain as he aimed for that ridiculously sensitive patch of nerves, grinning when Vejiita tensed, his tail wrapping painfully tightly around Radittsu's bicep. Seconds later the king yelped as Jeice squirmed under his body and took his burgeoning erection into a hot mouth, tongue-studs sending pleasure shooting from his groin to the top of his head. And then Ti'aasaan knelt before him, gently pulling his head down to a cool blue erection. Vejiita took it into his mouth with a blissful moan and began to suck, hard: Ti'aasaan closed his eyes with a gasp and buried his hands in the upswept flame of the king's heavy mane...
      They moved as one, and Vejiita could never work out, afterwards, quite how they all managed to climax together. Not that he cared at the time: the sensation of Radittsu pulsing hotly into him and Jeice's tongue on his shaft made him come, hard, and his suddenly more forceful sucking had Ti'aasaan jetting into his mouth… Sweet he thought, abstractedly, so sweet… tingling…could get to like it…

Radittsu pulled out slowly, studded shaft teasing those internal tail-nerves every inch of the way, leaving the king shuddering and growing erect again, but before he could do anything about it he felt something large and cold replacing Radittsu's shaft. Twisting to glance over his shoulder, he saw Zha'haabron kneeling behind him. Groaning as he was filled again, he held still, erection aching, as the High King thrust into him hard and fast, one hand reaching around to knead and caress his inkei and balls.
      And suddenly Hijau was there, worming his way underneath the two strong bodies and positioning himself on hands and knees so that Zha'haabron could guide the king's rigid shaft into his entrance. Sandwiched between a hot body below him and a cool one above, Vejiita gave himself up to sensation, crying out as cold effervescence mingled with hot Saiyan seed, tingling and shivering through him as he poured himself into the captain…
      "Rest…" he gasped, slumping across Hijau's sweating back as Zha'haabron withdrew. "Need… rest…"
      Radittsu grinned round at the others, inclining his head enquiringly. Jeice and Ti'aasaan smirked and shook their heads - and Hijau, who had resisted coming, pulled sharply away from the king, rolled onto his back, dragged Vejiita on top of him, the king's back to his chest, and pushed swiftly into the pulsing, sodden entrance before the king could object. As Vejiita struggled weakly, Zorun knelt between their thighs, stroking and teasing the king's penis until he was hard again, then squatted over Vejiita's hips, centred himself and thrust down hard, impaling himself, grinning down at them both. With Zorun shoving down as Hijau withdrew, and the Guard pulling up as the Captain thrust, Vejiita simply lay and soaked up the glorious sensations - until Zha'haarak caught his tail and began to tease and stroke and lightly scratch at the soft thick fur…
      Wrapping his hands tightly around his Guard's penis, Vejiita began to pound into the willing body above him, the downstroke impaling him ever more deeply on the solid heat buried within him. And as Zorun came, his head flung back, the king rammed hard one last time, throbbing as he pulsed into his Guard, his own spasming muscles forcing Hijau's climax.
      Panting, the three lay in a hot, wet heap for a moment or two, catching their breath, then Zorun pulled himself carefully off his king and collapsed to one side, smirking at Hijau. Who rolled himself and Vejiita onto their side, slid carefully from his king's body and moved to Zorun.
      Vejiita sprawled for a minute, slowly recovering. He was exhausted, aching, leaking semen and the zn'hre's strange, foamy seed, he'd let himself be used, like a common teaser - and he'd loved it. Now he was sated, more satisfied than he'd ever been in his life, and activity was still going on around him: Radittsu was buried in his bondmate's strong blue body, while Zorun was fucking Hijau, grunting with pleasure. And as he grew erect yet again, Vejiita beckoned Zha'haarak close, settling the gentle zn'hre crosslegged before him then taking the cold, rigid shaft deep into his throat. As he began to suckle, grinning at the prince's sudden intake of breath and tensed legs, he felt a heavily-studded penis slide into him as Jeice reached both hands around his hips and cupped his shaft in warm strong hands, kneading and stroking in a smooth, irresistible rhythm. As the zn'hre filled his mouth with that wonderful sweet, sparkling liquid he felt the hash'shavven tense, then jet hotly into him, his own come splattering his chest and Jeice's hands…

A very little later, sprawled on Radittsu's chest with Ti'aasaan's head resting on one hip and Jeice's hot small hand lying over his groin, Vejiita drifted off to a deep, serene sleep. He smiled at the mental image of Leteetza.
      Thank you, little warrior. I must do this again some time…

Little sister.

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Uke, a receptacle: in yaoi, the one fucked. (With a different kanji spelling it can also mean to 'have a streak of luck'!!)

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