The Enemy of My Enemy...
A Ranma 1/2 / Slayers crossover
By
Koibito
disclaimer: the characters in this story don't belong to me, and I get no money
from doing this, just immense pleasure ^_~
the story itself doesn't really belong to me, since it's Ronda's idea...I wanted
to pair up Zelgadiss and Ryoga, but they were being shy, so she suggested that
if they were captured and tied up and sort of stuck in a "remarkably cozy
dungeon" (I love that phrase, Ronda!) they would have a hard time resisting the
inevitable reaction. and she also suggested it might be very 'frustrating' for
them to be in such a state with their limited mobility...and my evil hentai
imagination just took off.
so she let me play with her idea, and said it was all right for me to post it,
and didn't even want credit, but nyaaaaah! ^_^
Part 1
Zelgadiss looked down from the rocky ledge at the twenty or so soldiers who
objected to his presence at the ruins. Just his luck, a group of bandits with a
halfway intelligent and organized leader would have chosen to not only sack the
place he had come to search, but set up a stronghold there as well. He sighed.
Well, he could always blame the destruction on Lina. She'd probably taken down
so many bands like this she wouldn't know the difference if she was credited
with one more. He drew his sword and prepared a spell. No use drawing it out.
"Excuse me, could you please point me toward Nerima?"
Twenty-one heads swung in the direction of the person who had posed the timid
query.
The young man responsible for the interruption, who appeared to be decidedly
road-weary, took in the variously blank and incredulous expressions trained on
him and amended his request in an even more hesitant tone.
". . .never heard of it, have you. . . Japan, maybe. . .?"
At the progressively confused faces that greeted his revised question, he became
understandably frustrated.
"Dammit!"
His hands curled into fists and he took out his frustration on the innocent rock
face directly to his left. . . incidentally the one directly below Zelgadiss.
The rain of stones that followed didn't bury him, because he sidestepped them
from habit. However, one peculiarly human-shaped stone followed an unusual
trajectory and landed, inconveniently for Ryoga, on his head. Very tough head
met very tough head, (think about what you may have learned about an
irresistible force meeting an immovable object) and when the dust had cleared,
the bandits stood blinking at what was for them a very happy coincidence.
Two intruders, (and one with a very intimidating sword) unconscious without even
a minimal effort on their part. Shrugging collectively, they tied the two
prisoners together just as they were and dragged them off to put them someplace
out of the way until they could be questioned and dealt with.
Ryoga groaned as something tickling his face and neck invaded the blankness.
His head hurt. He tried to move, but found that he couldn't. There was
something heavy on top of him. Slowly and carefully, he opened his eyes, and
nearly fainted again. He was lying in a small, bare room that looked
suspiciously like a cell, dimly lit by torches on the upper walls. It was
completely unfamiliar to him. That was to be expected. That was something he
dealt with all the time. What disturbed him, and understandably so, was that he
was lying beneath, and was bound to by ridiculously sturdy ropes, a demon.
Ryoga fought down his initial panic and took in more detail. The demon's hair,
fine but wiry lavender-silver strands, was what had been tickling him. How did
these things always happen to him? He tested the bonds again, without success,
and finally lay quietly, trying to think of a way out of his situation. The
hard, surprising warm weight of the stony demon was not conducive to productive
thought. Ryoga bit his lip. At least his company was unconscious, he
acknowledged as he studied the pointed ear brushing his cheek. He turned his
head to get a better look at his doom, and came nose to nose with the most
attractive demon he'd ever seen. He gulped, shocked and ashamed at the thought,
and wondering where in the hells it had come from.
The smooth blue eyelids twitched. Belatedly, he realized that his breath was
tickling one of those curiously delicate ears, which now that he thought about
it, were probably very sensitive. Lending credence to that theory was the fact
that his warm, gentle breath had a similar, but rather more emphatic, effect to
the hair that had awakened Ryoga. The moan that left the demon's lips was not
exactly one of pain, as Ryoga had cause to know from the flush of heat traveling
through the stone body to concentrate itself into a definite, um, "outcropping"
in the region of Ryoga's thigh. The Lost Boy immediately ceased breathing. He
was suddenly very aware of his own blush and the exact placement of every limb
and body part, *especially* the one that was answering with a swelling heat of
its own. It was too late, however. The demon opened almond shaped blue-grey
eyes to stare at him, the slit pupils first contracting at the sudden light,
then dilating when they met Ryoga's. Crimson immediately dusted the blue-hued
nose and cheeks, a rather odd and incredibly endearing sight. He squirmed
slightly against the ropes and the firm body he lay on. Ryoga very nearly
squeaked. "Um, don't do that," he managed to mumble.
In response, the demon went limp (well, most of him, anyway), letting his head
rest on the floor in momentary defeat, and letting out a sigh of frustrated
surrender. The rather heated sigh against Ryoga's bare neck had a predictable
effect, rendering the Lost Boy's attempts to control his body completely futile
as his erection nudged into full life. "Don't do that either!" he gasped.
That seemed to arouse the demon's ire, along with other, more tangible things.
"And what do you suggest I do?" He murmured testily in Ryoga's ear. The
inflection was far from seductive, but the words and the quality of the voice
speaking them were. Ryoga found himself temporarily unable to think about
anything except the heat between his legs and the corresponding heat pressing
insistently into his inner thigh. If this was a demon, it had to be an incubus,
he found himself contemplating. "Let me go?" was the Lost Boy's eventual
answer; well, actually it was more of a question, because he wasn't quite
certain at the moment that that was what he wanted. Oh, he wanted to be free of
this whole embarrassing position, but his libido had apparently awoken from a
long hibernation and had different ideas.
"I can't," his cellmate said in an exaggeratedly patient tone. "In case you
hadn't noticed, I'm tied up too." Well, yes, Ryoga was noticing that and he
wished he could stop it. His fingers curled reflexively, and for once he didn't
take notice of the reaction they caused as they gripped the back of a thigh
through fabric. "Who did this, and what would they want with us?" he wondered
aloud. "They're bandits," the other informed him, breathing a bit heavier than
was warranted by the effort of speaking. "They probably plan to kill us for
invading their stronghold. And please stop that." Ryoga realized where his
hand was and what it was doing, and pulled it away as quickly and as far as
possible, which is to say very quickly and not terribly far. After a moment of
holding it away, he grew tired and had no choice but to let it fall back into
place, bringing a slight but significant shift from his fellow prisoner, which
in turn brought him a slight and equally significant friction.
"This is no good," the demon muttered after a few moments of struggling had led
them to discover (in very awkward ways) the extent to which they were entangled.
"If we're going to get out of this, we're going to have to work together."
There was a beat of uncomfortable silence. "You're right," Ryoga finally
answered, somewhat breathless, and from more than his efforts to free himself.
Summoning his courage, he looked into the eyes mere inches from his own, wishing
he didn't feel quite so much like just letting himself drown in them. "I'm
Ryoga," he offered uncertainly, feeling that if they were going to be partners,
even just until they escaped, they should at least be somewhat acquainted with
one another. The owner of the unsettlingly beautiful eyes blinked at him,
seeming faintly surprised. "And my name is Zelgadiss," he returned, after a
moment. His own gaze seemed to be wandering repeatedly to the Lost Boy's mouth
each time he looked away in embarrassment, which only made the owner of the
mouth blush a little hotter. "And. . . if we're going to fight together. . ."
Ryoga continued, wishing he didn't have to bring this up, "there's something you
should know. I have a curse. . ."
"You too?" he found himself unexpectedly interrupted, but it actually made
getting the words out somewhat easier. "My body. . ." he hesitated, and
received a Look which plainly told him that his audience was supplying his own
descriptions mentally. "I turn into a pig when I get wet," he amended hastily.
"Okay, I'm not familiar with that one," Zelgadiss responded thoughtfully. "But
*hot* water will change me back," Ryoga continued. "Oh. Lucky." Zelgadiss
sighed. "I'm cursed as well. That's what's wrong with me, why I look. . . " he
trailed off unhappily. "I'm a chimera. I'm only one-third human. The other
two thirds are demon and golem."
"Ah," Ryoga commented, "that's why your body is so. . ." he tried desperately to
stop himself from saying it, but for some reason he just couldn't shut his mouth
in time. ". . . hard," he finished sheepishly. Zelgadiss turned a very
interesting shade of scarlet before finally answering, barely audible even at
such close quarters, "Usually, yes."
Ryoga cleared his suddenly tightened throat. "Maybe if we roll to one side. .
." "Yes," the chimera agreed immediately, "to the left?" Ryoga nodded as best
he could, and for a few seconds the two attempted to shift themselves. Ryoga
bit his lip in concentration, drawing a tiny drop of blood in his strain. He
darted his tongue out to moisten his lips and catch the blood, and it
accidentally brushed against the smooth surface of Zelgadiss's ear. He realized
instantly what he'd done, as all efforts were abruptly canceled and, with a
gasp, the other boy's hips, already snug against his own, pressed tighter. The
Lost Boy whimpered helplessly when Zelgadiss's hot arousal slid along his own,
the intervening material not enough to cushion either hardness from the other.
"Y-you aren't doing it right," Zelgadiss panted determinedly. "I'm not doing
*what* right?" Ryoga asked, his brain stubbornly filling with thoughts that had
nothing to do with escaping. "You're not pushing the right way," Zelgadiss
clarified, somewhat shakily. "I thought you said left," Ryoga tried to defend
himself, but the chimera only groaned in frustration. "Well, whose left?"
Zelgadiss thought about it for a heartbeat, then gave in to temptation.
"*This* side," he demonstrated, squeezing his left hand, which happened to be on
the Lost Boy's ass. "Ooo-oh!" Ryoga moaned, his own hips riding up this time,
"th-that left!" "Yes!" Zelgadiss managed to hiss into Ryoga's neck, which only
brought another moan. This was rapidly becoming torture. Practical goals were
being forced from both their minds by the mounting, uncontrollable urgency of
their bodies, which had already been teased almost to the point of no return.
"Sh-should we. . . "Ryoga tried to ask, his nose now rubbing the blue one above
it. "Hai!" Zelgadiss answered again, and, without their quite knowing how,
their lips met hungrily and they somehow ended up rolling to Zelgadiss's left.
This brought them up with Zelgadiss's back pressed partly against one of the
walls, and allowed them slightly more freedom of movement, but for the moment
any thought of ropes had largely flown from their fevered minds.
"If I could just. . ." Ryoga murmured into Zel's mouth, moving the hand on the
back of the chimera's thigh again. In retaliation, the hand on his ass began to
knead slowly, its pace in marked contrast to the eager exploration the owner's
tongue was conducting. The Lost Boy's fingers stretched to the limit of their
movement, questing to reach the source of the heat against him, but unable to
reach quite far enough, caressing maddeningly near their mark. Zel's other
hand, caught near his neck, began to trace the curve there and along his jaw
line, pushing his chin up for a deeper kiss. Zel muffled a grunt into their
sealed mouths as their erections rubbed together, taunting them with enough
movement to enflame beyond reason, but not enough friction to bring them nearly
close enough to what they both wanted so badly. Ryoga felt a tiny hardness,
like a pebble, under the hand that was trapped between them, and, pressing at
it, realized when Zel's back arched as much as it was able, that it was a
nipple. He rearranged his fingers to catch it between them and pinch, and Zel's
mouth broke from his with a barely restrained cry. Taking advantage of the
moment the chimera's head lifted, Ryoga went for his throat, so to speak,
sucking first at the hollow in the center and then moving to the place where it
met Zel's shoulder. "Please. . .!" Zel gasped, "can't you. . . " "No more than
you can," came the husky reply. "We - - we have to get out of this," Ryoga
finished, his voice ragged with need. Zel's eyes were filling with tears of
frustration, and neither of them could take any more. So perhaps it was better
that the door of the cell opened just then.
"Trying to escape? Too late! The boss wants to see you before he tells us what
to do with you," one of the men standing there informed them.
Two extremely flushed prisoners stood before the leader of the bandits, each
thanking his respective deities that the length of his tunic concealed the
current snugness of his pants.
"Tie them up again and leave them for the wolves. They help guard our
stronghold well, they should be rewarded." The 'boss' glared thoughtfully at
Zelgadiss for a moment. "Are you sure they'll be able to kill him?" one of the
bandits asked timidly. "Well, if they don't, you can go back and kill him
later. And in the meantime, he can watch his partner die."
"He's not my partner."
"I'm not his partner."
"Oh." The man glared at both of them this time, obviously piqued at being
gainsaid so calmly while he was handing out their death sentence. "And make
sure you gag them, too," he added testily.
So it was that Zelgadiss and Ryoga found themselves bound, separately this time,
hands behind backs, arms to torso, and ankles together, (gagged, of course) and
lying facing each other on a hillside, waiting to be dinner for a pack of
wolves. At the moment, Zel was envying Ryoga his impending death, because he
knew the wolves wouldn't be able to kill him, and because he was still painfully
excited, and because their captors, while making a search for any hidden weapons
or valuables to confiscate, had made a very unexpected discovery. Zelgadiss had
never been so mortified in his entire life. Ryoga had, of course, been equally
humiliated, but the lucky bastard was going to be out of *his* misery soon
enough. Zel was going to have to face them again. Being ripped to shreds while
conscious seemed a lot more appealing. He couldn't see the other boy's face,
since they were lying head to feet, but he was certain Ryoga was less worried
about dying from wolves than dying from embarrassment.
He stared at the legs in front of him, missing at least the chance to talk to
his forced comrade. An idea sprang to mind, followed by a whisper of fleeting
guilt - - which he ignored - - and began to rub his gag off using the nearest
available hard surface. Ryoga's muffled yelp was very gratifying, but not
nearly as gratifying as his fellow prisoner promptly following his example.
Very quickly, he was back to the dizzying pleasure of before, but this time he
had more room to maneuver. Before he had the chance, however, Ryoga had closed
his mouth over the chimera's shaft, and, not to be defeated by the clothing
still encasing it, scraped his fangs lightly down the sides. "Kami. . .!" Zel
cried. The Lost Boy froze. "No, don't stop!" Zel managed to groan, pushing his
hips harder against the boy's obliging mouth. Then he ceased all conversation
and locked his own mouth around the sex straining at the pants in front of him.
The resulting moan against him nearly sent him over the edge, and so he nibbled
carefully down the length of Ryoga's erection, drawing a louder moan. With loud
cries, they finally reached hard-won release, and lay panting for a moment
before the situation once more sank in.
Quietly, but long past shyness, Ryoga ventured, "They won't be able to seriously
hurt you, will they?"
Zelgadiss stayed silent for a long moment before he admitted, "No." "That's
good." Ryoga sighed.
Zel felt a stab of guilt. He couldn't let his new-found partner be killed while
he just lay there helplessly. Ryoga blew at the unruly pieces of hair that had
crept into his eyes, feeling his bandanna slip. It had been loosened when he
was ridding himself of the gag. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Zel," he
said urgently, "if I manage to get this bandanna off and roll over with my back
to you, do you think you can tell me where to grab so I can find it?" "Well,
yes. . ." the chimera answered, puzzled. "Okay then," Ryoga breathed, and began
his efforts to retrieve the head wrap. Several minutes later, it was grasped in
his hand, and he had snapped a tiny corner of it into a sharp weapon.
Carefully, he managed to slice the ropes at his wrists, followed quickly by the
ones binding his arms, and in much less time than it had taken to get the
bandanna, both boys were free. "That's amazing," Zelgadiss said thoughtfully.
"You mean. . ." his tone darkened. "You could have done that all along?"
"Ah, well, I. . . I didn't think of it until just now," Ryoga replied
sheepishly. "I see." Zel glared at him. "Hormones destroyed your brain
cells?" "W- well, that is, I mean. . ." Ryoga floundered, shooting him a
helpless, pleading look that made Zel sigh in exasperation and melt anyway.
"Never mind. I wasn't exactly much use."
"Oh, I don't know about that," a voice startled them. Looking around, they saw
a cloaked figure with a staff step out from behind a nearby boulder. "You
seemed to be doing very well, Zel-kun." Zelgadiss paled to an icy gray.
"Xellos!" he and Ryoga exclaimed at the same time. Pause. "Wait a minute. You
*know* him?" The mazoku in question smiled serenely.
"Of course I know him," Zelgadiss muttered, "but you just wandered here. How do
*you* know him?" "Well, he gave me directions to the ruins. He said he was
sure that someone there could help me. . ." "And I was obviously right," Xellos
interjected smugly. "You gave him exactly what he needed, Zel-kun, and he seems
to have returned the favor." Zelgadiss turned shades previously unknown to man
or nature. "And how do you reach that conclusion?" he asked in a voice so faint
it could barely be heard. "Why, I had to keep an eye on you after you appeared
to have gotten yourselves into trouble. . . but since things were going so well
for you two, I didn't interfere. And you came out all right after all, so. . ."
Both chimera and Lost Boy turned an incredibly deep shade of crimson. "I never
knew you were into bondage, Zel-kun," the trickster priest mused. Zel fainted.
With a chuckle, Xellos disappeared, and Ryoga looked around and down at his
friend and lover, bewildered. "Hey," he said, nudging the chimera, "wake up, I
don't know how to get us out of here. . ." No response. With a pained sigh, he
sat down beside the unconscious Zel to wait.
The end ^_^
Part 2
Ryoga sat waiting for about twenty minutes. When dusk began to fall, he
started to get impatient and nervous. Darkness meant wolves, and, while he
might be able to handle them, there was also the possibility that the bandits
would come to check on them. He really didn't relish the thought of holding
off several men with swords while trying to protect an unconscious Zelgadiss.
He nudged the chimera's shoulder again, but still got no reaction.
He considered his options.
Well, it worked last time. . .
Bending over his inert companion, he brought his mouth next to one of those
pointed ears he was beginning to find completely irresistible, and breathed,
"Oi. Zel. I need you. . ."
BINGO!
An airy sigh escaped the other boy, carrying a touch of longing. Ryoga
grinned.
"Zel," he whispered again, letting his fingers wander lightly over the
smooth, warm surface at the back of Zelgadiss's neck, around to his throat,
and under the high collar, circling over the raised, darker marks they
encountered at the places it met Zel's shoulders. "I need you *now*. . .
He was rewarded by soft blue lips parting in a groan, as Zel's head turned
slightly and tilted back to give his caressing fingers more freedom. The
chimera half opened his eyes, thick black lashes shadowing their heated-metal
glow. Ryoga looked into that molten silver-blue and quickly, fiercely
pushed aside all his usual shyness and reservations, capturing the barely
parted lips with a brush of his own, seizing the moment that he was suddenly
painfully certain would be the last indulgence he would be allowed.
A familiar full-body flush engulfed both boys once again before Ryoga pulled
away and sat back, ducking his head and glancing sideways at Zel pushing
himself up to his elbows, eyes wide and cheeks pink.
"Ryoga. . ."
"S - sorry. . .I . . . it's getting dark. . . and we. . . we probably
shouldn't stay here. . . and I couldn't just l - leave you here. . .
Zel listened to his abashed stuttering for a moment or two before a tiny
smile crept across his still-tingling lips in spite of himself and he
interrupted, ". . .and I was too heavy for you to move."
Ryoga blinked.
"Well. . . no, I. . . do you need help?" The Lost Boy, now more concerned
and feeling guilty for taking advantage, leapt to his feet and, without
warning, hoisted a very flustered chimera into his arms. "I can carry you
without any problem, I just don't know which way to go. I. . . have this
problem with directions. . . and I'd probably just end up taking us right
back to their. . .what's wrong?"
Zel kicked and sputtered incoherently for a few more seconds in surprise and
embarrassment. "You. . . just. . . you don't need to. . . I don't. . . I'm
fine, you can put me down now!"
"Oh."
Ryoga intended to put him down carefully - - and he would have, too, if the
reason for the unusually rapid approach of darkness had not announced itself
in a sudden downpour.
Zel landed roughly in the grass with an involuntary and irritated "oof", and
immediately turned his head to express his annoyance, but was caught off
guard to find only a small black piglet wearing a familiar bandanna around
its neck and making exasperated noises that, had he been able to understand,
would have roughly translated to: "Every single time. . . "
Zel stared at the pig. He stared at the pile of sodden clothes under it.
Then, completely ignoring the water beading in his still unflattened but
now-sparkling hair and running down his nose, he began to laugh, much to the
chagrin of the piglet. After a minute or two, he knelt up, tugged at the
clothing to make his friend move, and then swiftly tucked it into a neat
package under his arm. He lifted Ryoga carefully and held him up to speak to
him face-to-face. "Looks like *I'll* be carrying *you*." he chuckled. Then
he pulled the hood of his cloak up to his shoulder, nestled his small
passenger in its folds, and set out to find decent shelter an acceptable
distance from the enemies they'd recently managed to escape.
Zel stood at the entrance to a very small cave, hardly more than a niche in
the hillside mostly obscured by hanging vines and moss, scanning the deeper
shadows in back. A tiny, muffled sneeze interrupted the dull, steady
pattering of the rain on the ground behind him, and a moment later a little
black snout poked itself out from where the gleaming strands of his hair met
his cloak, next to his ear. He glanced sideways at his traveling companion.
"Looks like this is where we'll spend the night," he stated quietly. < It's
dry, and soon enough, with the help of a fire, it will be warm as well. >
He'd left some wood when he had happened on the place a couple of days before
and spent the night there. He located the firewood, arranged it to make a
comfortable fire, and lit it with a gesture - - which caused the piglet's
eyes to widen considerably. Several minutes later, he poured the water he'd
heated over his small companion, and was immediately rewarded by the
emergence of a wet, naked, rather (cough cough!) larger companion.
It took Zel a few minutes and a monumental blush from Ryoga to make him
conscious of his appreciative stare. < Mmmm. . . so that's where my left
hand. . . no wonder we kept rubbing against. . . damn! Now I really wish I
could have reached. . . his. . . thigh. .s. . . I'm ogling, aren't I? > He
sincerely hoped that the light of the fire could be mistaken as the reason
for his suddenly ruddy complexion. Although there was no way he could blame
it for the hopefully unnoticed stirring between his own thighs. He gulped.
The part of his mind shouting at him to offer the boy some sort of cover was
being throttled and stuffed into a dark corner by the part currently at the
fore and in command of his actions. What was wrong with him? Why should he
be shy about such things, after they'd already been so intimate?
"Wh- what?" Ryoga responded, apparently lost in his own thoughts. "Uh. . .
no. I can't, it's still soaked, and I'd just. . . " The mental image that
ambushed him, of curling up under that cloak with Zel while he sat by the
fire, was so intensely appealing that it made him shiver in reaction.
"Are you cold?" Zel asked immediately, placing a hand on his shoulder to
check and finding it quite warm, in fact. He withdrew it, absently
rearranging a lock of Ryoga's wet hair as he did, and making the Lost Boy's
temperature soar as Ryoga suddenly imagined those deft fingers elsewhere.
"No. . . " Ryoga managed to get out. Actually, he felt dizzy and fevered,
the heat of the fire competing with the heat of his embarrassment and
arousal. And there really wasn't any way he could hope to hide his reaction
to Zel's presence and that innocent touch.
Zel had indeed noticed the beginnings of Ryoga's excitement, since he hadn't
yet summoned the will to avert his gaze. His heart sped up a little. < Is
that . . . it can't be because of me. . . ? > Then again, practically his
first acquaintance of the Lost Boy had been a hard cock pressed into his
thigh. That memory did nothing to help his self-control, especially with
Ryoga looking at him like that. The other boy didn't seem to be deterred at
all by his strange appearance. The chimera remembered Ryoga's words - (so
that's why your body is so. . . hard) "No," he muttered out loud without
realizing it, "I'm fairly certain it's you, this time."
"Wha - ?" Ryoga responded dreamily. For his part, he was sitting
cross-legged in front of Zel, which gave him a very good angle from which to
view the growing bulge in the ivory trousers a few inches from his face.
However, deprived of the thoughts leading up to Zel's comment, he had no idea
how relevant those words were to his own line of thought.
Zel flushed so deeply that his damp clothes threatened to steam. He took a
moment to do something uncharacteristic and dithered. Here he was, in a nice
dry, private cave with a cozy fire and a spectacularly naked young man who
had already blown his mind once that day. So. He was hesitating because. .
.? He didn't want to take advantage? He ran a quick tally, otherwise known
as justification. Nope, hadn't let that stop him from pulling that stunt
with the gags. And Ryoga hadn't seemed to be bothered at all with such
qualms when Zel was unconscious and at his mercy. Well, okay, maybe the Lost
Boy had experienced a little guilt, judging from his reaction when Zel woke
up. The point was, he hadn't let that stop him, had he?
The unintentional show Ryoga gave while shifting into a comfortable position
made up Zel's mind for him. He decided to follow the other boy's example:
molest now, self-recrimination to be optional later. He turned abruptly and
strode away, reaching for the kettle he'd pulled from his cloak earlier and
used to heat the water.
Fighting down disappointment, the Lost Boy asked, "How did you do that,
anyway? Pull that kettle from nowhere? And the fire." Zel paused halfway
to the entrance of their little cave. "Magic," he said over his shoulder.
"The cloak is enchanted, and I'm a shamanistic sorcerer." He stood just
inside and caught the water falling from the vines that hung there in the
kettle. Ryoga watched him, considering. "And you couldn't use magic to get
us out of that mess?"
Zel came back towards him, holding the kettle in the palm of one hand until
the metal began to glow slightly with heat. "I generally need my hands free,
as well as my. . . mouth." He hesitated a fraction of a second over the last
word. "To chant the spells." He clarified, then added frankly, "And I had
other things on my mind." He poured the slightly steaming water into a bowl
he'd also produced, reached into his cloak again to retrieve a sponge, then
set them down behind the Lost Boy. "What are you doing?" Ryoga finally
wanted to know, his voice a little thick thanks to the memories that last
comment had evoked.
Zel paused with one hand on the clasp of his cloak. "Giving you a bath," he
finally replied, releasing the clasp and letting the cloak fall while he
stripped off his gloves.
"Uhhhhh. . ." Ryoga responded, definitely not wanting to protest. Not that
he could have formed a coherent sentence when Zel knelt behind him and he
felt a very warm, very wet sponge begin to move in firm circles over his
back. "Why?" he managed to ask at last as the sponge move into long strokes
over his shoulders and arms.
"I want to."
That did it. The Lost Boy's erection was impossible for either of them to
ignore. Zel allowed himself a small, unobserved smile. He rearranged
himself to sit just behind the object of his attentions with his legs on
either side and slipped his hands beneath Ryoga's arms to reach his chest,
using the one that wasn't holding the sponge to pull Ryoga back to rest
against him. Thanks to the heat of the fire and his own stone skin, his
clothing was barely damp by that time, and the other boy quickly relaxed
against him with a sigh as both the sponge and Zel's free hand traced lazy
circles over Ryoga's chest, moving slowly down to his stomach.
Ryoga's head fell back against his shoulder, and Zel, in turn, hooked his
chin over Ryoga's shoulder to give him room. . . and to get a better view.
When the boy shifted again, untucking his legs, Zel held his breath for just
a moment. His erection, caught between the two of them, throbbed at the
movement. He knew the Lost boy had to feel it, but didn't seem to find it
uncomfortable. Zel glanced at Ryoga's closed eyes, and slid sponge and hands
lower, running them lightly down both thighs, before Ryoga's moan made him
abandon the sponge altogether.
Scraping his fingers lightly up the insides of those thighs, which opened
further for him with another groan from Ryoga, he marveled at the hard,
twitching muscles there. He started to trace them with his fingers, but
Ryoga's hips ground forward and then back against him, making him draw a
hissing breath. That was a little too much friction. He wasn't through
playing yet! The Lost Boy's eyes were open now, green and glazed with
passion. "Zel. . . " he pleaded.
"Hmmm?" Zel blithely continued his teasing exploration, letting his
fingertips wander all over Ryoga's thighs and taut stomach.
Ryoga gripped the chimera's legs on either side of him. "Isn't that enough
bathing? I want - " The chimera cut him off with a kiss, which was returned
eagerly. Zel's tongue met Ryoga's, tasted it, slid along the roof of the
boy's mouth, making him whimper. Zel withdrew after a moment, panting almost
as much as his partner. Taste was one of the few things the sensualist in
him indulged, and he felt a sudden overwhelming need to indulge himself on
Ryoga.
"No," he murmured huskily into the Lost Boy's ear, "I'm not done yet. Are
you going to cooperate just a little longer?" An enthusiastic nod greeted
him. "Good," he replied, gently disentangling himself and easing Ryoga's
back onto the floor of their little cave, then moving around to the boy's
feet and retrieving the sponge. He took a moment to heat up the water in the
bowl using some from the kettle, while Ryoga watched him curiously, and then
set to work cleaning that (as he recalled) very firm and squeezeable ass.
< Yes, memory serves me well. . . > he noted as he parted those dimpled
cheeks and gave the sponge a squeeze, letting the warm water trickle into the
cleft.
"Ummm. . . " Ryoga's hips rolled up, and Zel gave in, taking mercy on them
both. He ran the sponge gently under and over the Lost Boy's velvety balls,
rolling them just slightly in his hand, smiling at the moan that brought.
Finally, he decided he just couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped the
sponge around the base of the straining cock and pulled it slowly up the
length. Ryoga gave a cry and arched his back, lifting himself right into
Zel's waiting mouth. That was where conscious thought ended for a while.
Ryoga closed his eyes and lost himself to the sensation of the hot suction
and lapping, swirling tongue, not even aware of his groans or the pumping of
his hips. Zel closed his eyes and lost himself to the tastes and textures
he'd been wanting so badly to explore.
At last, a semi-coherent thought did drift through Ryoga's mind, and he gave
it breathless voice.
"Is. . . is this. . . unh. . . a. . . ngh! Isthisaspell?!"
"Mm-mm." Zel shook his head, which was an interesting sensation for Ryoga.
"Ah! ah. . .ah. . ."
That reaction made Zel chuckle, as much as he was able, which didn't really
help much.
"NGAAAH!"
Zel couldn't help it. He sat up and laughed at that in pure delight. Ryoga,
far too aroused to be offended, pulled himself up as well.
"What about a bath for you?" he ventured, privately thinking there was no
way he could wait that long. His fuzzily outlined plan consisted of: a)
strip Zel . . . at which point it encountered the likely snag - - b) come
without warning.
"Well. . . " Zel stood up and retrieved his cloak, spreading it out on the
ground and nudging Ryoga on to it while he considered that. Ryoga climbed on
to the cloak willingly enough, then abandoned any previous plans since what
he wanted was right in front of him anyway. "Okay, later," he acquiesced
without waiting for the rest of Zel's answer, and tugged the ivory pants down
over the slender blue hips.
Zel was taken by surprise, but barely hesitated before he unclasped his sword
belt and pulled his tunic over his head, discarding it haphazardly when
Ryoga's insistent pulling made him lose his balance and fall on to the
makeshift bedroll beside the Lost Boy.
The other boy wasted no more time, falling back and pulling Zel with him,
until sex met and slid along sex and they both whimpered; Ryoga's slightly
muffled by the hard nipple he'd already clamped his mouth around. Zel
gasped, his chest arching into the attentions of the hot tongue, hands
occupied with holding him up and off of Ryoga, whom he still feared crushing
under his weight. The Lost Boy's hands, not so hampered, had already found
and grasped the chimera's ass - - every bit as hard and perfect as he had
imagined. He pulled Zel tight against him, then cried out as they bumped and
rubbed, nipping lightly at the oddly delicate pebble under his tongue,
knowing he'd succeeded when Zel's hips ground against him even harder.
"Wait!" Zel panted, wondering how he was going to get free long enough find
a way to use his hands. But Ryoga finally pulled his head reluctantly away
from the shaman's chest and looked up at him.
"I can't!" he moaned. But he released his hold on Zel's rear, only to slip
from between Zel's arms and wriggle further down through his legs until he
could reach what he was after. Then he promptly locked his arms around Zel's
hips and pulled them down so that he could take the entire smooth length into
his mouth. Zel's eyes widened, then shut tightly with a soft cry, and he
just knelt there on his hands and knees and let Ryoga do what he wanted. If
he sat back, he'd suffocate the Lost Boy, and - Kami! - he was already
wondering how the boy could do *that* and still manage to breathe. . . talk
about magic! He was thrusting, trying to hold himself back, and finally he
raised one hand and managed to break Ryoga's grip around his hips. The boy
relinquished him with a final nibble and turned his head to one side, nipping
and lapping at the dark stones and lighter blue skin of the thighs he seemed
to have just discovered lay on either side of the chief treasure.
"Ah! ah. . . no. . ." Zel yelped, pulling himself forward, trembling when
Ryoga's tongue, reluctant to let him go, traced a parting path along the bit
of flesh behind his balls and up the cleft of his buttocks.
They twisted to face each other, Ryoga coming up to his hands and knees as
well, their lips and tongues brushing briefly before the kiss deepened and
became almost desperate. "Mm. . . you. . . first," Zel breathed between
quick lashes of his tongue against Ryoga's lips and teeth.
"Unnm. . . whatever. . . you. . . say," Ryoga panted in reply, reaching for
him. Zel drew back and grabbed the hand, pushing insistently at the opposite
shoulder until Ryoga rolled to one side with a whimper of protest. "No," Zel
decided to rephrase. Placing a hand on the boy's chest to press him down and
keep him there, he pulled lightly at the leg nearest him to move it out of
his way. "You *come* first," he explained, and began trailing kisses down
from Ryoga's navel toward the cock that was now leaking clear fluid from its
tip. < Wonder what *that* tastes like. . . > He lapped experimentally at it,
ignoring the jerk that caused, and decided that it was most definitely to his
liking.
"Bu -ut. . .!" Ryoga cried, bucking when Zel's mouth closed over him a
second time. Zel let go of the knee he had the flat of his right hand
against and slid it down the thigh until his fingers met that little strip of
skin that had felt so good when Ryoga licked it. He ran his thumb over it,
deciding that it must feel good to Ryoga, too, judging from the tremor and
bucking that followed it, and continued until he was teasing the hot little
opening just behind it. "NNNNe-ver. . . m-mind," Ryoga gasped.
< That's what I thought. >
Even so, the Lost Boy's hand reached for him again, brushing his erection and
severely compromising his control. With a sigh, he paused long enough to
reposition himself between Ryoga's legs, well out of reach, while the boy
arched and protested, "Please!. . . just. . . " ending with "ohhhhhhh. . ."
as Zel's lips and tongue resumed.
Much as Ryoga was enjoying himself, he didn't like leaving Zel unattended.
But that wiry hair prickling him just felt too good to - - what was that? He
tried hard to concentrate, and finally confirmed that it was a tiny, glowing
point on the chimera's forehead. The Breaking Point? But why would he be
seeing that *now*, of all times? The only thing it accomplished for living
things, whose energy patterns were far more flexible and absorbent than a
rock's, was to momentarily 'break' their concentration. He bit back a near
sob as Zel's fingers returned to just barely invade the tight ring of his
ass. That was absolutely, positively the LAST thing he wanted to do to Zel
at this point.
Then again. . . the reason it was glowing brightly enough to catch his
attention must be that it was the central point for all the energy feeding
into and being fed by the energy of Zel's body. Ryoga groaned loudly when
Zel's hand joined his mouth on the Lost Boy's shaft. That. . . that meant. .
. damn it all! that felt. . .
it must mean Zel's pattern was different. Made sense, him being a magical
creature, and having. . . the hardest. . . he had ever. . . he gave in to his
overwhelming urge to see what it would do. Raising his index finger, he gave
the chimera's breaking point a very light tap.
He'd really underestimated what it could do to someone with skin of stone.
A loud, long, shuddering cry split the air as Zel lost every ounce of control
in a blinding spontaneous orgasm. The vibrations carried through his
fingers, hands and mouth sent the Lost Boy tumbling over the edge as well, so
shocked by the sensations and the sight of Zel's reaction that he couldn't
even cry out; he lost his breath completely. They lay in a sweating, gasping
heap for several seconds before slipping mutually into the peaceful
unconsciousness of the supremely sated.
Elsewhere, Xellos was doing what he always did - - setting events in motion
and then sitting back to watch, giving an occasional nudge here or there.
"Hmmm," he mused to himself as he observed the couple's cavorting in the
glassy surface of a still pool.
"Two insecure, obsessive bishonen, plus a relationship that began with sex. .
. "
He ticked off his thoughts on his fingers, never taking his eyes off the
scene playing in front of him.
". . .I knew this idea was too good to go wrong. Oh, looks like Ryo-kun has
spied my little hint. . . that's right, 'press here'. There he goes, good
boy. . . oh, my! Zel-kun! And you think I don't like you. Well, that was
definitely worth the trouble."
The next morning, it was Zel who awakened first, blinking at the morning
erection he could easily see, as well as the one he could most definitely
feel. Carefully extracting himself from the tangle of limbs, he made a quick
search for his clothes and started to pull them on, gazing back at Ryoga with
a look that was half lustful and half fearful. If they started now. . .
they'd never get anywhere today. Not that that was so terrible. . . damn,
his resolve was crumbling already.
The boy he'd been staring at rolled over and sat up, eyes wide and trained on
him.
"Are you - -? I mean, that was. . . "
"Oh, I'm considerably better than fine, if that's what you mean," Zel
answered him, eyes half-mast at just the memory.
"Um, good."
"Criminal understatement. But for now, why don't you hand me my cloak and
get dressed while I try to find us some breakfast?"
Ryoga agreed to that very readily, rapidly pulling on his clothes and then
watching Zel while he laced up his calves.
Zel wasn't having much luck with breakfast.
The cloak was enchanted to serve as a kind of portal. Zel had no way of
knowing where the things he got through it came from, so he didn't really use
it all that often for things like food which he could hunt for himself. And
he didn't us it that often at all, because he really didn't want to give Lina
ideas. In this case, he was in the mood to make an exception, but that very
mood seemed to be affecting the portal's performance. It generally responded
to the thoughts and will of the user. If you wanted an egg, you pictured an
egg, or thought of an egg, and that's what you got.
This morning, all he could seem to produce was lube.
"H-how did that get in there. . . ?!" he sputtered.
Ryoga was trying very hard to keep a handle on his obvious amusement. "I
have a pretty good idea," he smirked. "That makes ten of those. Maybe you
should give up on the whole breakfast-from-another-dimension idea." He
stopped, considering a moment, then changed his mind. "No, wait. . . have
you tried sausage yet?"
Zel glared at him. "No."
Nevertheless, he began to rummage, and immediately pulled out a very sizable
sausage. "It worked!"
Ryoga grinned. "What do you know. . . oh, hey, look, this vial says
strawberry flavor. . . mmmm, desert!"