Slave to the Crown

Mair woke slowly, rising through the fog of sleep to discover his cheek against a warm shoulder, his arm around a lean waist, the scent of sweat and yam filling his nostrils. For a moment, he had no idea where he was or what was happening, and then he remembered the faerie in his bed. During the night, Zak had rolled onto his side, facing away from Mair, and Mair had moved across the bed and curled up behind him. Mair's mouth went dry and his heart began to pound as he realized that he was aroused. He had his pants on, but still...his erection was pressed against Zak's bare ass.

And worse, his hand was wrapped around the sidhe's shaft, Zak's manhood hard and hot against his palm. Mair didn't move, not sure what to do. He didn't want to wake his slave and have to deal with the accusing looks. This wasn't his fault; it was an accident. Before he could decide upon a plan of action, Zak let out a breath, almost as if he'd been holding it, and began to move his hips, his ass rubbing against the bulge in the front of Mair's trousers as he humped Mair's hand.

Mair jerked back.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room. For a long moment, Zak just lay there, his whole body stiff and tense. Finally, he rolled onto his back and stared up at Mair. Even in the guttering torchlight and the glow of the fireplace, Mair could see the dark blush upon his skin. The faerie licked his lips, his eyes darting to Mair's face and away again before he took a deep, shuddering breath.

Please, he mouthed, and pulled at the restraints, the chains clinking together. Mair glanced down at Zak's arousal, evident beneath the covers, and he could just imagine what would happen if he let the sidhe go.

"Forget it," Mair said. "I don't feel like getting raped tonight." Zak let his breath out in an angry hiss, his restraints chiming as he jerked at them. Mair watched him, lying there helpless, unable to do a damn thing about his arousal, and he felt himself grow harder. He also felt a stirring of pity, though he wasn't sure which compelled him to reach beneath the covers and take Zak in hand once more.

"Just this once," Mair whispered, and Zak gasped, tensing as Mair began to stroke him. The faerie stared at him, his expression flitting between lust, fear, and shame, but his wide, dark eyes held only desperation. His lips were parted, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost without realizing it, Mair moved closer, hesitantly rolling back the furs to expose Zak's long, lean body. He writhed, legs shifting restlessly, his body taut as a drum as Mair's eyes swept over him. He wasn't nearly as ugly as Mair had first thought.

Bronze skin glistened with sweat, glowing in the firelight, his muscles hard and well defined. Breathless, Mair licked his dry lips, his heart hammering as he leaned down and kissed Zak's navel, drawing a strangled gasp from the faerie's lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting salt on Zak's skin, but it wasn't the sidhe's stomach he wanted under his tongue.