A Little Night Magic
Zarakyu couldn't sleep.
Sprawled on the huge bed in the guest room, several doors away from the Prince, he'd twisted and turned for hours, too hot, unable to get comfortable, unable to relax. Finally giving up, he sighed, threw back the rumpled covers and prowled to the window, opening it wide and leaning on the sill.
The night air was cool on his naked, overly-sensitive skin. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed feeling the slight breeze stroke his hair, even that light touch arousing.
Vejiita.
He couldn't get the Saiyajin-no-Ou out of his mind. It wasn't so bad during the day, when he had other things to worry about - but at night... He shivered, picturing the king's strong hands, guiltily imagining them touching him, stroking him...
He shook his head and slumped forwards, resting his forehead against his forearms, gritting his teeth and trying to focus on anything but the king...
King Vejiita couldn't sleep.
He'd succeeded in dozing off, earlier, but had been woken by an intensely vivid and highly erotic dream - so real he'd woken gasping, almost prepared to swear Zarakyu had actually been in his arms...
He growled to himself. This was becoming ridiculous. It wasn't too bad during the day, when his duties kept him too busy to think of anything else (although even then a glimpse of certain shades of green or gold could distract him, leaving him momentarily dazed) - but at night..!
Well, it was obvious he wasn't going to get back to sleep immediately. He rose and dragged on a black silk robe. Perhaps walking would help, tire him so that he'd have no choice but to sleep.
He paused outside his son's door, listening, but all was silent - prince Vejiita slept on, soundly, unaware.
The king hesitated, gazing down the corridor...
It wouldn't hurt just to check, to see if he's all right. Would it?
He made his way to Zarakyu's door and listened intently. There was no sound from within: the Renkian must be asleep. Unable to resist the opportunity to take a swift covert glance at the man who filled his thoughts, Vejiita slid the door silently open.
And froze, eyes wide, breathless.
Under other circumstances it would have been funny, given the way he felt. Zarakyu at the window opposite, leaning forwards, naked shapely backside presented enticingly...
Vejiita swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away, unable to move for long moments. Then finally Zarakyu uttered a heartfelt sigh and pulled himself upright, arms stretching out gracefully to close the window, then turning back into the room...
...and freezing as he caught sight of the king. For a second the two stared at each other - then Zarakyu lowered his eyes, a furious blush colouring almost his entire body, and leaned forwards, reaching frantically for the dark green robe on the floor at the foot of the bed.
"Stop."
He froze, glancing up at Vejiita through lowered lashes. The king softened his tone.
"Please don't."
Hesitantly, Zarakyu stood, biting his lip, embarrassment flaming through him as the king regarded him silently. Relishing the warm, muted golden light that gleamed on the pale green skin, highlighting the plane of a high cheekbone, the shoulder, the sweep of a lean hip and long, elegant leg. The Renkian was trembling as Vejiita came nearer and cupped his face in a strong warm hand, thumb tracing the arch of a fine eyebrow, the curve of sensuous lips.
Golden eyes closed as Zarakyu moved against the hand, nuzzling cat-like, then turned and pressed a kiss to the palm, caught the fleshy mound below the thumb between his teeth and bit gently. Trembling hands cautiously pulled open the top of the black robe, resting against the broad chest, and Vejiita gasped then groaned as firm, silken lips settled on his collarbone, kissing their way upwards. One green hand tangled in the upswept flame of hair, holding Vejiita still as Zarakyu kissed his throat, his earlobe, the angle of his jaw, growing more confident with every second.
Who would have thought that the gentle Renkian's adorable shyness masked such a passionate soul?
Unable to hold back any longer, growling, Vejiita fisted one hand in the silky emerald hair, the other low on the supple back pulling the Renkian tightly to him, achingly aware of the rigid erection pressing against his own through the robe as he bruised the yielding lips in a searing kiss. Zarakyu moaned, trembling, his breathing erratic, his head rolling back as the king bit lightly along his jaw and down the long, smooth throat, laving the firm skin with his tongue before settling his mouth on the juncture of neck and shoulder. Sucking hard, teeth working to gain purchase, biting more and more forcefully as the shaking Renkian pulled his head ever closer...
Vejiita pulled away, rather more harshly than he'd intended. Zarakyu stumbled back a couple of paces, bewildered - then the colour left his face as both hands went to his mouth, his eyes huge and brimming. He dropped to his knees, head bowed, hands clenched tightly before him. The king could only just hear his ragged frightened whisper.
"Majesty... for... forgive m... me..."
Cursing himself, Vejiita leaned down and gently took Zarakyu's hands, pulling him to his feet. Cupping the beautiful, fearful face between his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears.
"There is nothing to forgive." On your part, at least...
He ran a finger lightly over the bruised and swollen lips, forcing himself not to look at the deep grey bruise already marring the smooth neck - then laid both hands on the Renkian's shoulders, holding him at arms length. Wanting nothing more than to crush the pale green body to him, knowing that there'd be no going back if he surrendered to his desire. And he couldn't do that to Zarakyu, not without the Renkian fully understanding what it meant. He forced a small smile.
"We will talk, soon. But for now, you must rest." He stroked soft strands of hair tenderly back from the woebegone face, and pressed a chaste kiss to the smooth forehead. "You are tired - my Zarakyu."
Still trembling, his breath catching at the possessiveness in the rich voice, Zarakyu watched as the king turned and left the room without a backward glance, closing the door silently behind him.
Outside, Vejiita leaned against the door for a long moment, forcing himself to ignore the quiet sobs coming from within, then started back to his own suite, gazing down at his hands, teeth gritted against an aching emptiness where minutes before Zarakyu had filled his arms and his senses. There'd be no sleep for him tonight.
They would have to have that talk very soon, before it became impossible for the king to concentrate at all.
Inside, alone on the enormous bed, Zarakyu hugged a pillow tightly to his body, huddled forlornly around himself, weeping with frustration and loneliness.
But at least he now had some idea of how the king felt.
Maybe...
© 2001 October 6th Joules Taylor
Part 2 - The Enchanted Pool
