End

He gazed unseeingly through the small viewport of the pod, delaying his use of the cryogas a little longer, just a little longer…

They'd started making plans, Zaabon lying warm and safe in Vejiita's bed, in his arms, the king interspersing his words with rough kisses as the thought of having Zaabon with him all the time aroused him. It was distracting, and at last the alien rolled on top of his lover and impaled himself, slowly, teasingly, on the rigid erection, sighing as the king groaned and thrust up into his welcoming, worshipping body. Vejiita wrapped strong hands around Zaabon's neck and pulled him down, silky emerald hair curtaining them from the room, creating a small space, a tiny personal universe all and only their own. As their lips met Zaabon melted into his love, opening his mind fully for the first time, bathing in the strength, the pride, the arrogance and fierce devotion that was Vejiita... And afterwards, adrift in long slow waves of mingled euphoria and adoration, Zaabon held his lover close, languidly kissing his throat, one hand very gently stroking the soft thick fur of the king's tail, the other his beard. Vejiita kissed him.
      "I will have you with me."
      "There is nothing I want more."
      "Then let's decide how to make it happen…"

Vejiita's 'plan' - if you could call it that - was simplicity itself. The Saiyan Elite Guard would 'visit' Furiizaa's flagship, ostensibly to see the prince, check all was well with him. Once there they would seize control, kill the Ice Lord, release the prince - and incidentally take Zaabon 'hostage'…
      Paling with horror at the sheer impossibility of the scheme, Zaabon had protested, pointing out that Furiizaa was far too strong to allow any such thing. Vejiita had waved away his objections.
      "Not even Furiizaa can overcome a full squad of my Elite. And if he's unaware of the true purpose of our visit - and if you can make sure his own guards are out of the way - I think we can overcome him. Or at least keep him busy for long enough to rescue you and the prince, make our escape, and destroy his ship with him in it."
      Zaabon shook his head.
      "It won't work. You have no idea how powerful he is. You have only ever seen that deceptive first form of his."
      The Saiya-jin-no-Ou growled.
      "And you are too used to obeying him without question."
      "Because I have no choice! He is far stronger than I am."
      Vejiita eyed him narrowly.
      "You've been with him a long time, haven't you?"
      "Since I was a child. What does that have to do with it?"
      "You're afraid of him. You've always been afraid of him. When did he first start fucking you?"
      Zaabon shivered, closing his eyes.
      "I… I don't know how old I was. A child, certainly. Perhaps a little older than the prince. But not much."
      "And before then?"
      "My life was… comfortable. I had the best of everything."
      "Must have come as a nasty surprise."
      Zaabon blinked at the king, wondering if he was making some kind of joke. Vejiita smirked grimly.
      "Must have terrified the brat Zaabon."
      The alien nodded hesitantly.
      "And proved he had complete control, complete power over you."
      "What else was I to believe?"
      "And you still think that way now. You're his inferior - because that's what he's forced you to believe yourself to be."
      "No, Vejiita…"
      "I know, I know, he's more powerful than you - or so you say. But even if that's so, you've never had anyone to help you. Because they're all either too afraid or too mercenary to want to escape from him."
      Zaabon shook his head.
      "Vejiita, he's just too strong. You have no idea…"
      The king silenced him with a deep, passionate kiss, one strong hand cupping his buttock.
      "You need to think more positively."
      Gasping, already aroused, Zaabon tried to object.
      "V…Vejiita… please, believe me, it won't work… And it would endanger me. And the prince."
      The Saiyan paused, frowning into earnest, frightened golden eyes.
      "You truly believe that, don't you?"
      "More than that. I know it for a fact."
      Vejiita growled irritably.
      "Very well. We'll forget it. Do you have an alternative idea?"
      Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Zaabon shook his head.
      "Not at the moment. But there must be a way. Will you give me the time to see what I can come up with?"
      He hadn't expected such swift capitulation, but the king nodded.
      "I can wait. For a little while. But not for long, Zaabon. I want you - and the prince - back here with me as soon as possible."
      Zaabon kissed him.
      "Believe me, that's all I want, myself…"

He smiled gently to himself. Their farewell had been protracted, and ardent, and left him feeling deliciously sore. As the gas filled the pod, various half-formed schemes filled his mind…

He should have known Vejiita wouldn't wait.

Ten days later the flagship approached Vejiitasei. Zaabon, exhausted and aching from an all-night session of torture and humiliation in Furiizaa's stateroom, watched, bewildered and desperately afraid, as his lover and a squad of powerful Saiyan warriors arrived at the ship, demanding to see the Ice Lord…
      He remembered very little of what happened next. The Saiya-jin-no-Ou had demanded his son be returned - but his eyes were on Zaabon, wide and angry as he scented Furiizaa on his lover's skin.
      The Ice Lord had laughed as he blasted the king. And Zaabon's world shrank to an aching, Vejiita-shaped agony as he stared at the body of his lover. He hardly heard Furiizaa's order to 'dispose of this rubbish' as the Ice Lord made his way out of the ship to destroy Vejiitasei.
      Dodorya - something that looked suspiciously like sympathy in his face as he gazed at the ashen-faced figure staring at the king's body, eyes filled with anguish - mumbled something about clearing up the corridor and exited the chamber, quietly closing the door.
      Zaabon walked slowly to the king's side, dropping to his knees and turning the loved face towards him, stroking gentle fingers through the flame of hair. Why did he feel so numb?
      Shock, he thought distantly. And disbelief. And a yawning grey emptiness.
      A sob caught in his throat. Why hadn't Vejiita listened to him?
      He raised a limp bronzed hand to his lips, pressing kisses to the fingers, suddenly understanding he'd never feel them on his skin again. Never hold the powerful Saiyan, never pleasure him, never talk to him, share his life, his aims, his desires. Never be held, cherished, in return.
      He closed his eyes, tears trickling silently, unable to breathe, grief a clenched unbearable heaviness in his chest.
      Furiizaa had murdered his future, just as he'd stolen his past. And the present was unendurable.
      He gazed down blurrily at his lover. One last embrace, then he'd end it. Kill himself now, quickly, rather than suffer any further. Maybe there was some sort of an afterlife, maybe they'd meet there - was that too much to ask?
      He laid his head on his love's chest, arms around the broad shoulders, and wept, silently, desperately.

Then froze, eyes wide.

Listening intently.

There…

                         - slow, faint, uneven -

                                     but definitely there…

                                                 a heartbeat…

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