Quietude
"But sir..."
"Your personal preferences are of no interest to me, Zaabon. You will travel to Vejiitasei and convince the monkies that disobedience is not acceptable."
Furiizaa's tail twitched irritably. If only the damned Saiya-jin weren't so good at their jobs... He couldn't afford to wipe them out, not yet, not while they were still the best planet purgers in his employ. He glared over his shoulder at his lieutenant, still on one knee behind him.
"What are you waiting for, Zaabon?"
"Sir - how long...?"
"As long as it takes, idiot! Kill a few if you must, to make my point, but don't go too far. They're still a valuable resource."
Zaabon lowered his head.
"Very well, sir."
An hour later, in his pod on the way to Vejiitasei, Zaabon smiled to himself, settling back comfortably into the softly padded seat.
It had been deftly done. Vejiita had kept himself abreast of Furiizaa's movements, not acting until the Ice Lord was engaged in more important matters, then causing minor problems - a little insubordination here, a deliberate delay there, not enough to make Furiizaa angry enough to visit himself, but certainly enough to convince him that some sort of intervention was necessary.
And Zaabon had let his 'loathing' of the Saiya-jin become common knowledge amongst the troops, subtly, with a grimace here, a sneering comment there, until everyone knew he simply couldn't stand even the thought of the barbaric, uncultured animals...
Of course, there was some slight risk to the prince, but the Saiya-jin-no-Ouji was on another mission right now, and wouldn't be back for a considerable length of time. And, just to be sure, Vejiita had waited until Dodorya had been despatched on his own mission before taking that last step...
As the cryo-gas seeped into his lungs, Zaabon sighed happily. It had been far too long. He was looking forward to seeing Vejiita again.
He closed the door behind him and stretched, trying to work the stiffness out of tense muscle. And failing. Vejiita had been sullen, angry and very, very hostile, giving not the least hint of any feeling for Furiizaa's lieutenant other than contempt and disgust. Zaabon felt suddenly very uncertain and distinctly anxious. Was the king really that good an actor?
If not, and the hatred was real... Powerful as he was, Zaabon was here alone. The Saiyans could hurt him if they acted together. And he'd rather not have to destroy the planet. Death would be preferable to Furiizaa's fury if he went that far...
The door slid back almost silently: Zaabon swivelled, gathering ki...
Vejiita swiftly palm-locked the door, lunged forward and grabbed the alien, forcing his lips apart in a bruising kiss. Pulling back just long enough to wrench the armour roughly from the strong blue body, the king trailed hard, burning kisses down Zaabon's throat, biting at a collarbone, lowering his head to suck and nip at the swollen, be-ringed nipples as one hand shoved down inside the uniform briefs to grip a buttock, fingers groping for the tight entrance. The alien gasped as a finger found its objective and briefly slid inside - then the king turned and pushed him forwards against the desk, ripped the dark blue material from his body and - pausing just long enough to drag off his own armour and gloves and tear his bodysuit down to his thighs - rammed hard into the body below him.
Zaabon yelped with the force of it, stretched and filled without preparation - and luxuriating in the smooth, solid warmth, so wonderfully different from Furiizaa's icy roughness. He leaned further forwards, resting the side of his face on his crossed forearms and angling his hips upwards, relishing the feeling of the king's strong hands against his chest, palming his nipples just hard enough to be a little painful, adding piquancy to the sheer pleasure streaming through him. He closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
Vejiita came quickly, too aroused to last long, and slumped against Zaabon's back, panting breath hot against cool blue skin. The alien glanced over his shoulder, smiling, amusement sparkling in golden eyes.
"I'm happy to see you, too..."
Vejiita chuckled and kissed his shoulder, then tugged the band from Zaabon's plait, brushing the heavy fall of emerald to one side and kissing the alien's neck and jaw for a few minutes until he'd shrunk enough to slide free comfortably. Pushing himself upright, he dragged off what was left of their clothing and pulled Zaabon up to rest against his chest, tail wrapping around lean hips and...
Vejiita peered over the broad blue shoulder, tail twining around the aching erection at Zaabon's groin.
"Hmm. Perhaps we ought to do something about that..."
Zaabon regarded him solemnly.
"I would appreciate it."
Smirking, Vejiita grabbed a long-fingered hand and led his lover to the bed, pushing the strong, supple body down onto the soft cover - then pausing, eyes wide.
"What the...?"
His hand went to Zaabon's groin, touching the thick heavy ring threaded through the skin of his sac, centred between his balls. He scowled: almost half of the ring was buried deeply inside the velvety blue flesh.
"Furiizaa?"
Zaabon half-smiled.
"Who else?"
"Painful?"
"What do you think?"
Vejiita tugged lightly: Zaabon winced - but it wasn't lost on the king that his erection quivered and his nipples peaked, as well. He liked pain? But then, Zaabon had been forced to associate pain with pleasure for so long that Vejiita wondered if his lover could remember what simple, unadulterated pleasure actually was any more... He sighed and straddled Zaabon's hips, lowering himself onto the rigid shaft and pushing down smoothly, eyes half-closed as he watched the wide-eyed expression of wonderment on the beautiful face below him. Such a simple thing, and it gave Zaabon so much joy. He threaded the tip of his tail through the new ring and twitched it gently from side to side, feeling the answering jerk inside him as Zaabon gasped and arched his back, hips bucking upwards.
Vejiita smiled, tucked his calves under the alien's thighs, and began to move, raising himself slowly then plunging back down. Smiling as Zaabon's head rolled back, lips parting, eyes closing as his hands reached towards the king. Vejiita linked his fingers through Zaabon's and stretched forwards and down, pressing the elegant hands into the pillow above the alien's head then leaning to brush a kiss across that so-tempting mouth.
Zaabon's eyes opened slowly, the pupils huge as he gazed up into the king's face then brought his head up to capture Vejiita's mouth, tongue gently invading, effortlessly sliding one hand free to tangle in the upswept mane and pull the king down to him.
"Mmmm......." The sigh was almost soundless, its vibration shivering against Vejiita's lips. He smirked and pulled back, increasing his pace a little, silently delighting in the tiny shuddering gasps he was wresting from his lover. Zaabon groaned, freeing his other hand and wrapping both over the king's hips, holding him in place as he pounded up into the warm body above him, hands tightening as he came closer and closer to climax, leaving bruises on the gold-brown skin...
He yanked the king down to him, curled around the Saiyan, holding him tightly, face buried in the strong warm neck as he came, jetting into Vejiita's welcoming body, his own rigid. The king ran strong fingers through thick emerald hair, soothingly, as Zaabon slowly relaxed, body trembling, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. As the alien slumped back on the bed the king pushed himself up on his elbows to gaze into the flushed face, the half-closed golden eyes brimming with tears. Vejiita ran a thumb across one high cheekbone.
"You're not going to cry every time we do this, are you?"
Zaabon stared up at him - then pulled Vejiita into a fierce embrace, kissing him deeply, teeth biting gently into his lower lip, tongue stroking as his hands caressed down the king's back - to his tail...
Vejiita froze as Zaabon buried long fingers in the soft, deep fur, stroking, fingertips gently exploring the strong muscle, the bone ridges, unaware of the effect he was having until the king moaned and bit him, hard.
"Gng..." Zaabon's hands pulled back abruptly, one shoving the king away as the other covered his bleeding lip. He bolted upright, staring at the Saiyan, his expression hurt and betrayed as dark blue blood streamed down his chin to drip freely onto his chest.
Vejiita knelt beside him, sighing, his head lowered.
"I'm sorry."
"... why?..."
The king chewed his lip. He didn't know whether Furiizaa - or anyone in his forces - knew exactly how much of a liability the Saiyan tail could be. Telling Zaabon could be a really stupid thing to do: regardless of his feelings for the alien, he was still Furiizaa's lieutenant - and his whore.
Perhaps a half-truth would do...
"My tail is - sensitive." He frowned into bewildered golden eyes. "You surprised me. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Zaabon's tongue gingerly explored the injury to his mouth. He winced: the bite was deep, a semi-circle of toothmarks on the inside of his lower lip, still bleeding profusely, and a matching but rather less severe semi-circle on the outside. Vejiita reached a hand to the pale blue face as Zaabon flinched back.
"Let me see. I may be able to help."
Zaabon snorted quietly, wanting to suggest that the king had done quite enough already, thank you - but moving his lips just made the wounds bleed more. He gazed at the king, eyes narrowed, suspicious.
"Please. I won't hurt you again."
Somewhat reluctantly the alien moved his hand. Vejiita squinted at the wounds and frowned, angry with himself for his lack of self-control. At least the bites - the ones on the outside, anyway - wouldn't leave scars.
He wrapped a hand around the back of Zaabon's head, fingers tangling in the silky emerald hair, then leaned forwards slowly and licked at the alien's lower lip, laving the wounds gently. He had no idea whether his saliva would have the same qualities for non-Saiya-jin as it had for his own people, but there was no harm in trying...
At first holding himself stiffly, Zaabon slowly relaxed under the king's ministrations, fighting off sleep as he luxuriated in being cared for. Again. By one who should be a bitter enemy. Life was taking some very strange turns right now...
"That looks better."
"Mmm?" Zaabon started, suddenly realising he had actually fallen asleep. Still, Vejiita hadn't done him any harm... He frowned slightly, tongue questing along the inside of his lower lip, fingers brushing the outside. Intriguing. The bitemarks on the outside had practically healed, while the internal ones had stopped bleeding and were healing more quickly than normal. He glanced enquiringly at Vejiita, who shrugged.
"We heal quickly. I thought that maybe I could speed up your own healing."
Zaabon frowned, then smiled.
"Saiyan saliva as a medicine. A bizarre notion, but it would appear to be effective. In some cases, at any rate." He smiled and stretched out a hand, palm upwards. "Now, you say your tail is sensitive. How sensitive, exactly?"
Cursing himself, throwing caution to the winds and unable to resist the shimmering golden eyes, that beautiful smile, Vejiita laid his tail across the narrow blue hand. Trying to hold himself still as Zaabon stroked and kneaded and scratched gently, watching the Saiyan closely the whole time. Vejiita hardly noticed when the touches became less clinical, more seductive, and Zaabon pushed him very gently onto his stomach and began to kiss and stroke his back. Long fingers caressed his buttocks and inner thighs, smoothed across his ribs, kneaded firmly at tense shoulders: leisurely sensuous kisses traced down his spine - and down his tail, nipping very, very gently at the tip.
And Vejiita came, hard, intensely, body shaking, gasping as he rolled onto his back and grabbed Zaabon, hugging the strong blue body to him with all his strength.
His eyes fluttered open to find Zaabon watching him fondly, a gentle smile in his eyes. The alien kissed him, tongue stroking along his lips.
"Very interesting. I can understand why you don't let anyone know about that. Is it as sensitive to pain?"
Glowering, Vejiita nodded. Zaabon inclined his head.
"Hm. Worrying. We need to try to ensure Furiizaa never finds that out. It's a genuine weakness."
"We've kept it from him so far."
Zaabon smirked, wryly.
"And long may it continue..." He sighed and stretched out on the bed, the king beside him. After a moment he rolled his head to gaze at Vejiita.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to your own quarters? Won't your people ask questions?"
"No. To both."
Zaabon grinned, wondering to himself if he'd ever get used to the king's astonishing terseness. Assuming you're together that long... He fought down the unwelcome consideration and ran a fingertip down the Saiyan's back, lightly stroking the very base of his tail. Vejiita groaned and buried his head in his arms.
"Don't."
Zaabon kissed his shoulder.
"Very well, your Majesty. Maybe later." He paused for a moment in thought, then sighed. "I have no idea how long it would be appropriate for me to remain here."
Vejiita smirked up at him. "You mean in my bed or on Vejiitasei?"
"Both. Or either."
"Well, you're staying here for at least ten days."
Zaabon blinked.
"I am?"
Vejiita nodded soberly.
"Indeed yes. There are many cases that need your - Furiizaa's - judgements." He pressed a kiss to the corner of the alien's mouth. "Not that I'm going to let you out of this chamber to pronounce those - imaginary - judgements, of course. You're here - and for a little while, you're mine."
With a strange, half-fearful, half-enraptured feeling, Zaabon realised that that was exactly where he wanted to be.
© 2002 February 13th Joules Taylor
Tender
