Dark Charm

Zarakyu was agitated.
       He'd returned to his suite after a couple of hours of exercising, hot and aching, to find that Zyelenyi, one of the younger Saiyans of his household staff, had already run his bath and was waiting at the side of the big sunken tub, various oils, soaps and lotions held precariously in his arms. He'd grinned as the Renkian stared, open-mouthed, at the room.
       "Do you approve, Highness?"
       The chamber was full of candles. Spicy-scented candles. Candles in sconces on the walls, standing in tall candelabra in corners - there were even a handful floating in the bath itself. Their soft golden light turned the room into something quite magical...
       "It's beautiful! But - why?"
       The youngster winked. "Important night tonight, Highness. We need to have you in the right mood."
       What is it with these people? Are they telepathic or something?
       Zarakyu stared for a moment longer, then sighed and stripped, stepping under the hot spray and reaching for his usual hair cleanser - only to find Zyelenyi already pouring some into his cupped hand.
       "What..?"
       The Saiyan pulled a low stool closer and gestured for Zarakyu to sit. "Allow me, Highness..."
       Too startled to object, the Renkian sat as Zyelenyi stroked the lotion through his hair, working up a rich lather as his strong, practised hands teased out a small tangle or two, then began to massage Zarakyu's scalp.
       "Mmmm." The Renkian closed his eyes, his head rolling back to rest against the youngster's abdomen as the gentle pressure eased away a headache he hadn't even realised he'd had. As the spray rinsed away the lather and Zyelenyi wrapped a drying cloth around his hair he sighed and made to rise, only to have a hand on his shoulder push him gently down again.
       "Please Highness - let me finish."
       ? You mean you haven't?
       Zarakyu remained seated - only to nearly leap up in fright as Zyelenyi's arms wrapped around him from behind, hands slicking liquid soap down his chest and belly, fingers brushing the top of his groin before Zarakyu found enough wits to grab his wrists.
       Zyelenyi leaned over his shoulder and smirked. "Sorry Highness. Got carried away."
       Zarakyu frowned at him. "I think you'd better leave."
       The youngster's face fell. "Oh, please let me stay! I'm supposed to pamper you - I'll get into trouble if you make me leave. I promise I'll behave..."
       ...get into trouble...? With whom?
       Not for the first time, Zarakyu felt distinctly uneasy. Who exactly was in control in his household? It certainly didn't appear to be him...
       "Why are you supposed to 'pamper' me?"
       "Umm, well, Highness... it is a special night, isn't it?"
       Afraid to ask anything further, and assuming the king had requested all this, Zarakyu submitted to being cosseted. He had to admit it felt good: when Zyelenyi had finished sluicing off the soap he ushered the Renkian into the bath, where Zarakyu soaked for an hour, head resting on a pillow on the side of the tub, eyes closed, humming quietly to himself while the Saiyan disappeared to 'sort out the other room', as he phrased it.
       He was nervous. There was no use denying it. Bad enough that the king was visiting - it seemed that the whole court knew about it. And why was it such an important event?
       But speculation was useless - there was no-one he could ask. And after all, he'd find out soon enough. And if you stay in this hot water for much longer you'll look like some sort of dried fruit.
       He climbed out of the tub, swathing himself in a wrap and entering the bedchamber - which Zyelenyi had practically redecorated while he'd been soaking. The warm wooden floor now sported furred rugs, the large bed was piled with soft cushions and draped with silk coverings, and there were yet more candles adorning the walls. Zyelenyi himself was grinning and rubbing his hands together.
       "Please lie down, Highness."
       Zarakyu gazed askance at him.
       "Why?"
       "So I can massage you." There was surprise in the voice, a silent 'of course' added to the sentence.
       As if it happens every day. Oh well...
       Sighing, Zarakyu stretched out on the bed as Zyelenyi stroked a faintly cinnamon-scented lotion into his skin. He had to admit that the Saiyan was good at this - the minor aches caused by over-enthusiastic exercise were quickly soothed away. But if Zyelenyi had hoped to relax his master, he failed dismally. Zarakyu was agitated.
       Although flustered might be a better word for it.

Vejiita was torn between finishing the day's workload in record time, or dragging it out as long as he could. He had been so alone, so lonely, for so very long... His usual imperturbable confidence simply sank without trace every time he envisioned the alien's beautiful body, the taste of his skin, the feel of his lips...
The king shook himself. If he couldn't concentrate he wouldn't get finished at all! He bent his head and focused on the documents before him.
And the afternoon dragged to a close. And finally he was free.

Bathed, refreshed and dressed in a simple black bodysuit, Vejiita made his way to Zarakyu's suite, accompanied only by Damarin - who halted some distance from the entrance. Inclining his head in response to the guard's salute, Vejiita didn't see the huge grin on the man's face as he watched his lord walk towards his future.

As Vejiita approached, Zyelenyi opened the door and ushered the king inside - then made himself scarce. And Vejiita stood and simply stared at the scene in the bedchamber.
       Candlelight becomes you.
       The warm, golden light shimmered on dark emerald hair the texture of fine cold silk, softly highlighted the fine-boned face and the lean, graceful body in the moss-green bodysuit, made the vast golden eyes seem even larger. Zarakyu was seated on the edge of the bed, hands nervously clasped together in his lap, biting his lip. He rose, a little unsteadily, as the king came closer.
       "M... Majesty..."
       Vejiita raised a hand, smiling, and Zarakyu coloured.
       "Your pardon... Vejiita..."
       He'd intended taking it slowly, relishing the sweet anticipation, but now, in the Renkian's presence, close enough to scent the spicy fragrance of his skin, to hear the heart pounding fast in his chest, Vejiita found himself unable to wait. Striding the last few paces he swept Zarakyu into his arms, one hand buried in silky hair, the other around the slim waist as his mouth descended on those delectable lips. Zarakyu melted against him, both hands tangled in rich auburn hair as he pressed himself closer and closer to the king's hard, hot body...
       Long moments later, panting for breath, they pulled slightly apart. The Renkian gazed into his king's eyes.
       "Vejiita..."
       The king smiled to himself. Zarakyu was almost helplessly aroused, and while Vejiita was aching, desperate to claim the Renkian, he wanted tonight to be - memorable...
       Zarakyu bit his lip anxiously as the king pushed him backwards a pace, then shivered, biting back a gasp as strong hands peeled the bodysuit slowly - very slowly - from his shoulders. Vejiita leaned forwards a little, just far enough to kiss the smooth green skin gradually being revealed.
       Taking his time, not allowing Zarakyu to move, the king kissed down each arm, nipping lightly at each finger in turn - then, ignoring the Renkian's protests, dropping to his knees to pull the material down long, smooth legs, kissing each foot as Zarakyu raised it for the suit to be removed. Vejiita sat back on his heels and ran his gaze up the elegant body above him.
       "Majesty... you shouldn't... I should..." Zarakyu was trembling: the king rose to his knees and slid strong hands around his thighs to cup the firm buttocks. Before the alien could protest further, Vejiita kissed the hollow below his hip.

Zarakyu nearly collapsed, the sensation of the king's beard against his aching erection almost too much to bear. He groaned, gripping the king's shoulders hard, his legs shaking - and Vejiita was suddenly upright, sweeping the Renkian into his arms and lowering him to the bed. Pausing for a moment or two to savour the beautiful, quivering being - soon to be his - beside him, he lowered his head to Zarakyu's throat, lips soft against the fast pulse there, then slowly kissing down the suddenly-hot, fragrant skin. Taking his time. Eliciting whimpers from his prey. Licking, nipping, one hand stroking up the inside of a smooth thigh, scratching very lightly at the sensitive skin just behind the balls then pulling back as Zarakyu squirmed, desperate to be touched. The Renkian gripped the king's hair, trying to push his head downwards: Vejiita gave one last nip to a jutting hipbone then raised his head, glancing at Zarakyu's tortured face.
       Enough teasing, my dear one...
       The king lowered his head to the Renkian's hairless groin, blowing gently on the twitching shaft, cupping the silk-soft balls, fingers stroking the sensitive spot behind, thumb rubbing gently, feeling the shifting movement within... Brushing his chin up the rigid length, startling a gasp from Zarakyu, then repeating the motion with his tongue, licking firmly across the broad, blunt head and finally taking it into his mouth.
       Zarakyu froze, then began to thrust, whimpering as he fought to stop himself but too aroused to do anything else. And Vejiita, disdaining royal dictates and propensities, rested his head on the taut belly, wrapped an arm around the narrow hips, and sighed with pleasure as his captive plunged deeper and deeper into his throat...
       Moments later Zarakyu climaxed, pulsing, his body arching off the bed as he fought not to cry out. Swallowing quickly, Vejiita waited until the Renkian had softened, then slid back up the bed to smile into the dazed golden eyes. Zarakyu smiled back tremulously - then suddenly realised what had happened. He struggled to sit up, paling, hands to his mouth, eyes wide and frightened.
       "M...Majesty... I'm s... sorry..."
       "Why?"
       "But, you... I should have..."
       Vejiita pulled him back down, kissing him gently.
       "Did you enjoy it?"
       Zarakyu nodded mutely, still shaking with mortification and fear. Vejiita held him close.
       "Good. Consider it - a gift to you."
       Biting back a sob, the Renkian tentatively wrapped his arms around the broad chest - then suddenly realised the king was still clothed. And very obviously unsatisfied. Pulling back, Zarakyu began to tug determinedly at the black bodysuit. Within moments the king lay exposed to his gaze.
       It was an adoring gaze. Long, strong fingers stroked their way up Vejiita's body, learning the curve of ankle, the smooth ticklish area behind the knee, the hard muscle of thigh and chest and arm. The king lay still, forcing himself to wait although all he wanted was to pull the graceful body to him and plunge inside...
       Zarakyu had reached his face, fingers tracing the plane of cheek and brow, then leaned down to kiss, lips eager and almost possessive as he snaked his tongue into the king's mouth. Vejiita groaned and pulled him close, tongue twining against the other's - but Zarakyu wriggled from his grasp and began to kiss his way down the strong warm body, biting gently at honey-brown nipples until they grew erect, running his tongue along the ribs, nipping at the hipbones. Finally reaching the smooth groin, swirling his tongue across the velvety balls before sucking the erection slowly, sensuously, into his mouth...
       Vejiita caught his breath, almost coming there and then. And it became more and more difficult to stay in control as Zarakyu nipped and licked as he moved up and down the thick shaft. But the king had something else in mind.
       Gripping the Renkian's hair, he gently pulled him upwards until golden eyes met his.
       "Zarakyu..."
       The Renkian smiled, shyly, divining what the king wanted. Swallowing, knowing it would come to this even as he'd hoped it would not.
       Flinching inside. Can I do this?
       Reprimanding himself. Of course you can. This is Vejiita, remember? You want him. You've wanted him almost since you first set eyes on him. You will not let the past intrude.
       Trembling, but knowing the king would think it was with arousal, Zarakyu straddled Vejiita's hips, slowly lowering himself onto the large... solid...
       He paused as the tip pressed against him, head lowered, shaking. The king was stroking his thighs, already making little thrusts against his body. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to relax and pushed himself downwards, wincing as the head pushed into him. Fighting back his dread, he bit his lip and forced himself all the way down, blinking back tears of pain. Hands resting on Vejiita's hips, he made to pull himself up, but the king caught his waist with hands and tail and held him still.
       "There is no hurry. Wait until it's more comfortable."
       ...we'll wait a long time for that... But in fact the pain was receding. Vejiita felt him relax, and with one smooth movement flipped them over, so that Zarakyu was beneath him. For one awful moment the Renkian thought he'd scream - then he regained control of himself and wrapped his legs around the king's waist. Vejiita cupped his cheek in one hand, deep ebony eyes gazing into gold, then slid his arms around Zarakyu's shoulders as he began, very slowly, to thrust.
       Gritting his teeth, the Renkian closed his eyes - then opened them, startled, as the king... touched something, something that sent a bolt of pleasure through him. He shifted his hips, angling himself slightly differently, gasping as he grew erect again, unable to believe the feelings flooding him.
       Vejiita felt the difference, felt when his mate-to-be moved from fear and pain to wonder and delight. And the last rags of his self-control left him. He moved faster, ramming into the quivering, welcoming body, his own on fire with rapturous sensation. Finally, settling his mouth over the bruise on Zarakyu's neck, he suckled, hard, teeth breaking the skin as the Renkian came a second time, the clench and flex of muscle around his shaft pulling him into his own climax as he growled possessively through a mouthful of dark blue blood.

"... Vejiita...?"
       "Mmm?"
       "Why did you bite me?"
       The king sighed and stroked the head lying on his chest. "I wanted to claim you."
       Zarakyu shifted slightly to look up into Vejiita's eyes. "Claim me?"
       "Claim you. I want you with me. Always."
       The Renkian sighed. "I'd like that."
       Of course, he doesn't realise the full implications. But at least I now know he's happy with me. The rest will follow in due course...
       Sated and gloriously happy, the pair drifted into sleep.

Enthralled