Jade

Chapter 5

“When will we speak with the Master Elemental?”
“After a nice, long bath.”
“Did you speak with Time?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“He gives us five extra hours.”
“Five?”
“Five. Extra. And I believe I promised you no favors. I was going to clean up.”
“I know.” Jajan filled the bath with hot water and chiming colors appeared.
“You talked to colors?”
“Yes. It kills the romance doesn’t it?” Jajan asked, grinning. Ris’ eyes lit up.
“Not when you put two words together.” Jajan looked confused for a moment, and comprehension dawned on him.
“I did not!” He held his head up defiantly.
“Oh, yes you did! I heard you do it, and it was cute!”
“Cute!” He growled. “I subjected my vocabulary to that horrible, distasteful, lazy word usage of today’s absolutely ridiculous society!” Ris burst out laughing. “You think it’s funny, do you?” Ris didn’t notice the second vocabulary error. Jajan looked positively livid, pulling his brows together in distaste. “I bet that you would not think it was funny if I talked like those heathens all of the time and acted like them and looked like them and did everything else like one of them!”
“You caught yourself that time, didn’t you?” Jajan hissed and grabbed Ris’ head. He smashed their mouths together, kissing Ris viciously, scraping their teeth together. He bit his tongue and drew blood from his lips, stealing his breath instead of breathing himself. Finally, he let go. Ris gasped, breathing in air hungrily. He looked back up at Jajan, a rapacious gleam in his eyes.
“What? Do you like this?” He spit out. “Maybe you should insult me some more!”
“You were insulting yourself. Modern day cliché that you are. You’re starting to sound more and more like them than I am.” Jajan lunged at his throat, and bit him as hard as he could. Ris clawed the back of Jajan’s neck, not knowing quite what to do, but knowing that he liked it, and that they’d never done anything like it before. Jajan bit down harder. Ris whimpered, leaning his head back. They lost their balance. Ris fell into the bath.
“Damnit! The water!” Jajan reached to turn it off, and as soon as he had, was jerked in. Immediately, Jajan’s lips were against his Masters, furiously sucking, biting, and licking until he broke free and pulled at the longer robe Ris wore. He dragged his teeth across Ris’ neck, grinning at the elicited moans and swatting away Ris’ roaming hands. “You said you were not going to do me any favors.”
“It’s not a favor, it’s a request.”
“It is too meager to attract my answer.”
“Meager, huh?” He almost got his hands on Jajan, but was cut off by a very assertive bite near his collarbone.
“You like that, do you?” Ris nodded furtively. Jajan could sense a small waft of shame coming from his beloved. He knew it was because of the lack of ferocity in their relationship. To reassure him that he wasn’t at all offended, rather turned on by it – he found a higher spot underneath Ris’ neck and clamped down harshly. Ris’ voice betrayed him.
“Mmm…more.” It was highly painful, but sent a jolt to his groin that made him writhe. Jajan picked up his head momentarily to look at the torn face of his lover. He let his weight fall onto Ris, slowly sliding against the hard object underneath his robes.
“You want more?” The slave breathed airily on the spot of the ear he had just ground his teeth into. Ris shivered beneath him. He nodded, his mouth slightly open and betraying erratic breaths. “How much more?” He whispered against the opposite ear. Ris pushed up against him to emphasize. “Is that what you want? I thought you wanted this.” Ris cried out when Jajan’s teeth pulled at a spot just under his ear. Ris spoke, but his voice came out dumbly silent, unable to tell what he wanted to. “Or perhaps you would like both?” He grinned seductively, enjoying to effects he was having on his Rai.
“Please…” Jajan came undone at the sheer lust in Ris’ voice. He took hold on his mouth, thrusting forcefully against Ris’ body. Ris tore open his robes, and almost as quickly, Jajan had himself against Ris’ ass, pressing for entrance. Ris forced himself back on him, not caring about the second of pain. Jajan pulled him up a little, cradling him so that he could get to his neck.
“You wanted both?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but started feasting on Ris’ neck, also thrusting harshly back and fro in the tight heat that was Ris. Ris rode him harder, voicing his pleasure louder than usual. Jajan abandoned his neck, overcome by the intensity of the moment.
It didn’t last long. It was too hard, and different – Ris came on Jajan’s chest, biting out his name and opening his mouth widely again – squinting his eyes together, and then closing his mouth again. Jajan followed suit – losing himself in the sound of his hissed out name, and finally thrust out his orgasm, satisfied with the feeling of his cum emptying into a tight hole, instead on his hand. Ris shivered at the feeling, and pulled Jajan down into the bath closer to him. They lay there, catching their breath.
“That,” Jajan grinned fiendishly, “Was most certainly interesting.” Ris didn’t have the energy to glare at him.