BJ-athon 4: Arycian/Selan
This only took me ALL DAY... x.x Why must my Plot always seem to overpower my Smut?
From The Green Planet
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They were nervous, but then they were always nervous when they were new. His own people had long been accustomed to him, his presence, his abilities, and his quirks, but the Green Planet remained uncertain even as the years passed and Selan did not turn into a vicious dictator overnight. He could empathize with them, having lived for so long on their own and now having to deal with an alien group of people led by a being possessing near-godlike powers, and personally he thought that as a whole they were doing rather well. Even if he did have to re-train every single new Ambassador as the generations changed.
Oh well, at least it didn't usually take long. People rarely had to spend more than a few days in his presence to dismiss him as utterly harmless. Particularly if he timed a few pertinent Kitten Antics just right.
Like that time the Red Knight had tripped in the courtyard and knocked the both of them into the fountain, and Arycian had tried to pull them out only to have Selan yank him in and steal a few heated kisses and more than a few gropes before letting him go. All three had emerged dripping wet and disarrayed, the poor Red Knight trying so hard not to flush in embarrassment, and he'd seriously worried that the poor Ambassadors would pass out right there.
Especially after he'd decided to postpone the tour so that he could do something about Arycian's very wet and very clingy clothing.
A stray thought caught his attention, dragging it back to the present. He sat up a little straighter and nodded, causing the man who was speaking to cut off in mid-sentence.
"My Advisor is correct," Selan said calmly, stroking the soft, sleek fur beneath his hand. "None of that will be necessary here. The proper arrangements have already been made."
Twin expressions of confusion passed across the faces of the Ilysian Ambassadors. They exchanged a brief, uncertain look, before one finally cleared his throat and ventured, "Ah, Advisor?"
He really wondered why the old Ambassadors didn't bother to explain certain things to the new ones. Certainly it would be a lot easier if they knew ahead of time what they were getting into. But then again, how many people who had never seen a Sendrian would really believe that such a thing existed without seeing for themselves... Maybe it was the Green Planet's version of a rite of passage. Send the new Ambassadors up to Lunaria knowing nothing. If they could handle Selan and his Advisors, they'd be ready for anything.
Selan smiled and gestured with his free hand at the purring white feline in his lap. "My Advisor," he explained, his smile widening at the disbelief he could see and feel in the Ilysians. It was far too much fun, these first few days before they learned to adjust. If only he could convince his other Advisor to join in the games... but Zantier was nothing if not eternally dignified and proper.
In his lap, Arycian yawned and stretched, showing off tiny claws before resettling and curling back up, swatting Selan's hand with his tail when the petting was not immediately resumed. Selan stifled a laugh, going so far as to bite his lip at the thoughts he was picking up from the two watching them.
"This is Arycian," Selan continued, scratching lightly behind soft white ears. "My other Advisor, Zantier, is catching up on some paperwork and will join us for supper later." He smiled, enjoying the mixed feelings that always came with mention of food in Lunaria. Curiosity about Lunarian dishes, longing for certain favorites from home, and uncertainty as to whether they'd enjoy what they ate.
It made him smile, even as he relayed the men's favorite foods to those responsible for preparing meals. They were always so surprised when such things were laid out along with the unfamiliar Lunarian foods, even though he knew they'd been briefed on his ability to sense thoughts and feelings. That was just another one of those things, like Sendrians, that one had to experience.
"Um," managed one of the Ilysians, while the other gaped. He could sense their disbelief, their wondering if this was some sort of joke played on the new Ambassadors, the Lunarians trying to convince the visitors that animals Advised their leader.
Well, it was a sort of joke, though not in the way the Ilysians were thinking.
Selan looked down at the purring ball of fur in his lap and smiled. "You'd probably better show them."
The white cat looked up at him and twitched an ear, then promptly curled right back up again. Selan laughed.
"Arycian!"
In response, the white cat wiggled. Selan had to bite back a soft gasp, swallowing quickly and scooping the wriggling feline into his arms and away from more sensitive areas, hoping that his reaction wasn't as evident as he suspected it was.
He quickly checked the Ambassadors' minds. It was.
You are in serious trouble, he said in Arycian's mind. The cat only purred harder, though that broke off when Selan stood and set him down on the ground. Arycian shot him a rather miffed look, meticulously cleaned one front paw, then shifted back.
The Ilysian Ambassadors both jumped.
"Gentlemen," Arycian said, bowing politely, "I am Arycian, Advisor to His Majesty. Welcome to Lunaria."
It got harder every year not to laugh helplessly at the thoughts racing through the poor Ambassadors' minds as they readjusted to deal with Arycian. He'd feel sorry for them, except that they were only having to adjust their thinking to cope. Selan had rearranged his entire life to deal with Arycian's presence.
Twice.
"Perhaps now would be a good opportunity for luncheon," Selan suggested gently, barely containing his mirth, smiling as he picked up a familiar presence just entering the throne room. "Zantier will show you to your rooms, and meals will be waiting for you there."
Zantier didn't even bat an eye, simply nodding politely and ushering the two speechless men from the room, well used to the games Selan played even if he didn't find the amusement in them that Selan and Arycian did. And his more formal manner would bring a measure of reassurance to the Ilysians... until they figured out that Zantier was also a Sendrian. That was always amusing.
A glimmer of devious mischief was the only warning he got before Arycian swept him up into his arms and dropped back down onto Selan's throne, Selan cradled snug in his lap.
"That went well."
A hand landed in his lap, idly stroking him through the thin fabric of his formal robes, drawing a quiet sound from him.
"Better than some, yes," Selan managed, biting his lip as Arycian's touch firmed, the rough-smooth sensation of the fabric against his hardening cock driving him to distraction. "Now if they can-" he gasped softly, clutching at Arycian, "survive dinner and-" Another gasp and a sharp intake of breath, "Kitten antics..."
Arycian slowed what he was doing, lips twisting into a grimace as he looked down at Selan. "I haven't been a kitten for centuries, you know. Neither has Zantier."
Selan smiled, stretching up to place a soft, easy kiss to Arycian's lips. "That doesn't make them any less kitten antics," he pointed out. "Especially that incident with the little belled ball..."
"That was not our fault," Arycian huffed. "It smelled funny and made me dizzy and..." He broke off, frowning at the mischievous grin spreading across Selan's face. "You know something. What are you plotting?"
Selan kissed him again. "Nothing at all." Yet. He knew exactly what had been on that little ball to make Arycian and Zantier behave so strangely, and had made certain the next trade ship to come up from Ilysia brought him more. The sight of the prim and proper Zantier chasing his own tail was something that would never get old.
And the things it did to Arycian... well. That was just fun.
Arycian humphed. "I don't believe you," he grumbled, but he leaned down to kiss Selan anyway. Slow and sensual, both an affirmation and a promise. They'd waited so long for each other, both resigned to never getting what they wanted. It had made them more aware of what they had, taking every opportunity to express a certain gratitude for that having.
Though the gratitude never lasted long in the face of other, much stronger emotions. Such as the ones flooding through the both of them right now.
"Selan?" Arycian asked, so many feelings all blended together and carried in that smooth, silken voice, feelings he could sense as well, though he was trying to dampen his powers. Intimate association with Arycian seemed to have made him more sensitive to his lover's thoughts and emotions.
"Yes?"
Arycian smiled slowly, silver eyes glimmering with smug amusement. "What am I thinking?"
Selan blinked, then cautiously eased up on the block he'd been trying to maintain, flushing hotly as he picked up the layered thoughts floating at the surface of Arycian's mind. He choked, his words coming out as something of a squeak. "A-arycian!"
"Oh good," Arycian purred, tongue darting out to taste Selan's neck. "You approve."
In retaliation, Selan shot back an image of Arycian on a leash, yelping when the hand in his lap gripped a bit tight before easing. "Oh," Arycian said slowly, voice thick with desire, "Now you're just teasing me."
"You started it," Selan pointed out, contemplating his position in Arycian's lap for a moment before wiggling just so, forming a pleased smile at Arycian's involuntary gasp. The smile was promptly erased by a yelp as Arycian stood swiftly, twisting around and setting Selan back down in his throne before kneeling at his feet. Selan opened his mouth to say something - he wasn't sure what - but the words shifted to a soft moan as Arycian's hands slipped underneath the hem of his robes and up along the soft fabric of his loose pants.
Silver eyes gleamed in devious concentration as Arycian's hands slid between his still-clothed thighs, stroking idly even as he wordlessly encouraged them to spread. When Selan shifted obediently those hands moved up higher, thumbs brushing lightly over the growing hardness at his groin, caressing him through the thin material.
Selan whimpered softly, his hands clutching the arms of his throne tightly enough they went white, trying not to shift restlessly as torturous fingers moved up to toy with the band of his pants, undoing the simple string holding them on and tugging down, making him shudder as hot fingers passed over hotter flesh.
"Arycian..." It came out rather breathless.
Silver eyes flashed in smug pleasure as they flicked up briefly to take in his flushed expression, then down again as he moved closer, shoving the robes further up and out of the way even as he slid Selan's trousers down just enough to get at what he was after.
Selan bit his lip as Arycian brought his face close enough to nuzzle Selan's groin, tongue darting out to flick across the tip and making Selan jerk and cry out softly. A curving smirk and a flash of silver were the only warnings he had before a wet heat encased him, alternately sucking and stroking, making him arch up clear out of his seat.
He collapsed back down into it when his arms refused to hold him, trembling as he reached out to slide his shaking hands along long white hair, fingers tangling through the silken strands, searching for and finding the furred ears hidden beneath. So soft beneath his caresses. So sensitive. The slow torment of Arycian's mouth on him faltered for a moment, a strangled moan muffled by flesh, then he redoubled his efforts.
Selan's hands stilled as that skilled tongue used every trick that a millennia of life had taught, sliding away from the soft ears to grasp tight handfuls of white hair, clinging as his climax was drawn from him, that devious tongue lapping up every drop and licking him clean afterwards.
He sagged in his throne, slowly disentangling his fingers and petting Arycian's hair, tugging gently when he picked up a definite feeling of smugness from his Advisor and lover.
Let me guess, you just beat your old record. He didn't quite trust his voice just yet.
Arycian smirked, leaning up to steal a kiss. "By fifteen seconds."
Selan shook his head slowly and took his time kissing back, giving himself time to recover before cupping Arycian's face and pulling him up until the Sendrian was half sprawled in his lap. "You need a new hobby."
"Why?" Arycian asked, eyes bright and purring very quietly as he slid his hands back under the disarrayed folds of Selan's robe. "You like my hobbies."
"Mmm," Selan murmured noncommittally, one hand holding Arycian's head in place while the other sought out and stroked those softly furred ears again. "Maybe." He listened to the quiet purring, feeling the vibrations where Arycian's body was pressed up against his, then smiled slowly. "Although, if you're intending on acting out that entire scene you had in mind, you're running out of time. I have to meet up with the Ambassadors again after luncheon."
Arycian's silver eyes gleamed as he straightened, tongue darting out to lick Selan's lips briefly. "In that case, I had better get started, hadn't I?" he purred.
Selan's smile widened.
From The Green Planet
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They were nervous, but then they were always nervous when they were new. His own people had long been accustomed to him, his presence, his abilities, and his quirks, but the Green Planet remained uncertain even as the years passed and Selan did not turn into a vicious dictator overnight. He could empathize with them, having lived for so long on their own and now having to deal with an alien group of people led by a being possessing near-godlike powers, and personally he thought that as a whole they were doing rather well. Even if he did have to re-train every single new Ambassador as the generations changed.
Oh well, at least it didn't usually take long. People rarely had to spend more than a few days in his presence to dismiss him as utterly harmless. Particularly if he timed a few pertinent Kitten Antics just right.
Like that time the Red Knight had tripped in the courtyard and knocked the both of them into the fountain, and Arycian had tried to pull them out only to have Selan yank him in and steal a few heated kisses and more than a few gropes before letting him go. All three had emerged dripping wet and disarrayed, the poor Red Knight trying so hard not to flush in embarrassment, and he'd seriously worried that the poor Ambassadors would pass out right there.
Especially after he'd decided to postpone the tour so that he could do something about Arycian's very wet and very clingy clothing.
A stray thought caught his attention, dragging it back to the present. He sat up a little straighter and nodded, causing the man who was speaking to cut off in mid-sentence.
"My Advisor is correct," Selan said calmly, stroking the soft, sleek fur beneath his hand. "None of that will be necessary here. The proper arrangements have already been made."
Twin expressions of confusion passed across the faces of the Ilysian Ambassadors. They exchanged a brief, uncertain look, before one finally cleared his throat and ventured, "Ah, Advisor?"
He really wondered why the old Ambassadors didn't bother to explain certain things to the new ones. Certainly it would be a lot easier if they knew ahead of time what they were getting into. But then again, how many people who had never seen a Sendrian would really believe that such a thing existed without seeing for themselves... Maybe it was the Green Planet's version of a rite of passage. Send the new Ambassadors up to Lunaria knowing nothing. If they could handle Selan and his Advisors, they'd be ready for anything.
Selan smiled and gestured with his free hand at the purring white feline in his lap. "My Advisor," he explained, his smile widening at the disbelief he could see and feel in the Ilysians. It was far too much fun, these first few days before they learned to adjust. If only he could convince his other Advisor to join in the games... but Zantier was nothing if not eternally dignified and proper.
In his lap, Arycian yawned and stretched, showing off tiny claws before resettling and curling back up, swatting Selan's hand with his tail when the petting was not immediately resumed. Selan stifled a laugh, going so far as to bite his lip at the thoughts he was picking up from the two watching them.
"This is Arycian," Selan continued, scratching lightly behind soft white ears. "My other Advisor, Zantier, is catching up on some paperwork and will join us for supper later." He smiled, enjoying the mixed feelings that always came with mention of food in Lunaria. Curiosity about Lunarian dishes, longing for certain favorites from home, and uncertainty as to whether they'd enjoy what they ate.
It made him smile, even as he relayed the men's favorite foods to those responsible for preparing meals. They were always so surprised when such things were laid out along with the unfamiliar Lunarian foods, even though he knew they'd been briefed on his ability to sense thoughts and feelings. That was just another one of those things, like Sendrians, that one had to experience.
"Um," managed one of the Ilysians, while the other gaped. He could sense their disbelief, their wondering if this was some sort of joke played on the new Ambassadors, the Lunarians trying to convince the visitors that animals Advised their leader.
Well, it was a sort of joke, though not in the way the Ilysians were thinking.
Selan looked down at the purring ball of fur in his lap and smiled. "You'd probably better show them."
The white cat looked up at him and twitched an ear, then promptly curled right back up again. Selan laughed.
"Arycian!"
In response, the white cat wiggled. Selan had to bite back a soft gasp, swallowing quickly and scooping the wriggling feline into his arms and away from more sensitive areas, hoping that his reaction wasn't as evident as he suspected it was.
He quickly checked the Ambassadors' minds. It was.
You are in serious trouble, he said in Arycian's mind. The cat only purred harder, though that broke off when Selan stood and set him down on the ground. Arycian shot him a rather miffed look, meticulously cleaned one front paw, then shifted back.
The Ilysian Ambassadors both jumped.
"Gentlemen," Arycian said, bowing politely, "I am Arycian, Advisor to His Majesty. Welcome to Lunaria."
It got harder every year not to laugh helplessly at the thoughts racing through the poor Ambassadors' minds as they readjusted to deal with Arycian. He'd feel sorry for them, except that they were only having to adjust their thinking to cope. Selan had rearranged his entire life to deal with Arycian's presence.
Twice.
"Perhaps now would be a good opportunity for luncheon," Selan suggested gently, barely containing his mirth, smiling as he picked up a familiar presence just entering the throne room. "Zantier will show you to your rooms, and meals will be waiting for you there."
Zantier didn't even bat an eye, simply nodding politely and ushering the two speechless men from the room, well used to the games Selan played even if he didn't find the amusement in them that Selan and Arycian did. And his more formal manner would bring a measure of reassurance to the Ilysians... until they figured out that Zantier was also a Sendrian. That was always amusing.
A glimmer of devious mischief was the only warning he got before Arycian swept him up into his arms and dropped back down onto Selan's throne, Selan cradled snug in his lap.
"That went well."
A hand landed in his lap, idly stroking him through the thin fabric of his formal robes, drawing a quiet sound from him.
"Better than some, yes," Selan managed, biting his lip as Arycian's touch firmed, the rough-smooth sensation of the fabric against his hardening cock driving him to distraction. "Now if they can-" he gasped softly, clutching at Arycian, "survive dinner and-" Another gasp and a sharp intake of breath, "Kitten antics..."
Arycian slowed what he was doing, lips twisting into a grimace as he looked down at Selan. "I haven't been a kitten for centuries, you know. Neither has Zantier."
Selan smiled, stretching up to place a soft, easy kiss to Arycian's lips. "That doesn't make them any less kitten antics," he pointed out. "Especially that incident with the little belled ball..."
"That was not our fault," Arycian huffed. "It smelled funny and made me dizzy and..." He broke off, frowning at the mischievous grin spreading across Selan's face. "You know something. What are you plotting?"
Selan kissed him again. "Nothing at all." Yet. He knew exactly what had been on that little ball to make Arycian and Zantier behave so strangely, and had made certain the next trade ship to come up from Ilysia brought him more. The sight of the prim and proper Zantier chasing his own tail was something that would never get old.
And the things it did to Arycian... well. That was just fun.
Arycian humphed. "I don't believe you," he grumbled, but he leaned down to kiss Selan anyway. Slow and sensual, both an affirmation and a promise. They'd waited so long for each other, both resigned to never getting what they wanted. It had made them more aware of what they had, taking every opportunity to express a certain gratitude for that having.
Though the gratitude never lasted long in the face of other, much stronger emotions. Such as the ones flooding through the both of them right now.
"Selan?" Arycian asked, so many feelings all blended together and carried in that smooth, silken voice, feelings he could sense as well, though he was trying to dampen his powers. Intimate association with Arycian seemed to have made him more sensitive to his lover's thoughts and emotions.
"Yes?"
Arycian smiled slowly, silver eyes glimmering with smug amusement. "What am I thinking?"
Selan blinked, then cautiously eased up on the block he'd been trying to maintain, flushing hotly as he picked up the layered thoughts floating at the surface of Arycian's mind. He choked, his words coming out as something of a squeak. "A-arycian!"
"Oh good," Arycian purred, tongue darting out to taste Selan's neck. "You approve."
In retaliation, Selan shot back an image of Arycian on a leash, yelping when the hand in his lap gripped a bit tight before easing. "Oh," Arycian said slowly, voice thick with desire, "Now you're just teasing me."
"You started it," Selan pointed out, contemplating his position in Arycian's lap for a moment before wiggling just so, forming a pleased smile at Arycian's involuntary gasp. The smile was promptly erased by a yelp as Arycian stood swiftly, twisting around and setting Selan back down in his throne before kneeling at his feet. Selan opened his mouth to say something - he wasn't sure what - but the words shifted to a soft moan as Arycian's hands slipped underneath the hem of his robes and up along the soft fabric of his loose pants.
Silver eyes gleamed in devious concentration as Arycian's hands slid between his still-clothed thighs, stroking idly even as he wordlessly encouraged them to spread. When Selan shifted obediently those hands moved up higher, thumbs brushing lightly over the growing hardness at his groin, caressing him through the thin material.
Selan whimpered softly, his hands clutching the arms of his throne tightly enough they went white, trying not to shift restlessly as torturous fingers moved up to toy with the band of his pants, undoing the simple string holding them on and tugging down, making him shudder as hot fingers passed over hotter flesh.
"Arycian..." It came out rather breathless.
Silver eyes flashed in smug pleasure as they flicked up briefly to take in his flushed expression, then down again as he moved closer, shoving the robes further up and out of the way even as he slid Selan's trousers down just enough to get at what he was after.
Selan bit his lip as Arycian brought his face close enough to nuzzle Selan's groin, tongue darting out to flick across the tip and making Selan jerk and cry out softly. A curving smirk and a flash of silver were the only warnings he had before a wet heat encased him, alternately sucking and stroking, making him arch up clear out of his seat.
He collapsed back down into it when his arms refused to hold him, trembling as he reached out to slide his shaking hands along long white hair, fingers tangling through the silken strands, searching for and finding the furred ears hidden beneath. So soft beneath his caresses. So sensitive. The slow torment of Arycian's mouth on him faltered for a moment, a strangled moan muffled by flesh, then he redoubled his efforts.
Selan's hands stilled as that skilled tongue used every trick that a millennia of life had taught, sliding away from the soft ears to grasp tight handfuls of white hair, clinging as his climax was drawn from him, that devious tongue lapping up every drop and licking him clean afterwards.
He sagged in his throne, slowly disentangling his fingers and petting Arycian's hair, tugging gently when he picked up a definite feeling of smugness from his Advisor and lover.
Let me guess, you just beat your old record. He didn't quite trust his voice just yet.
Arycian smirked, leaning up to steal a kiss. "By fifteen seconds."
Selan shook his head slowly and took his time kissing back, giving himself time to recover before cupping Arycian's face and pulling him up until the Sendrian was half sprawled in his lap. "You need a new hobby."
"Why?" Arycian asked, eyes bright and purring very quietly as he slid his hands back under the disarrayed folds of Selan's robe. "You like my hobbies."
"Mmm," Selan murmured noncommittally, one hand holding Arycian's head in place while the other sought out and stroked those softly furred ears again. "Maybe." He listened to the quiet purring, feeling the vibrations where Arycian's body was pressed up against his, then smiled slowly. "Although, if you're intending on acting out that entire scene you had in mind, you're running out of time. I have to meet up with the Ambassadors again after luncheon."
Arycian's silver eyes gleamed as he straightened, tongue darting out to lick Selan's lips briefly. "In that case, I had better get started, hadn't I?" he purred.
Selan's smile widened.