Intimacies [The Slayers, Xellos/Zelgadis, R]
Title: Intimacies
Author/Artist: harukami
Rating: R
Warnings/Notes: Onscreen sex. Rock-hard commentary. Set between NEXT and TRY.
Prompt: Slayers, Xellos/Zelgadis: sex after long period without - It had been so long since anyone had wanted to touch him like that.
Word count: 1617
Summary: Zelgadis has a hard time believing he and 'intimacies' go well together.
It has been a very long time since Zelgadis has had what he still thinks of (a little prudishly) as intimacies. Before he had been transformed, there had been a girl back home who he'd had something of a romance with that was hard not to think of as childish even though it had turned remarkably adult. But it had seemed to consist 90% of blushing, awkward flirting, and even more awkward handjobs. But that was something, at least, which is more than he can say for the current situation.
First, he thinks, disgustedly, consider his appearance. He's a monster, no doubt about it, can barely pass for human even with his hood up and his cloak wrapped tight about him. Not exactly appealing to most people, and he isn't sure he'd want any sort of intimacies with anyone to whom he'd appeal.
Second, his prospects: zero. No money except for that he picked up on odd jobs to allow him to keep travelling, a family it's probably better not to name too loudly, and he's constantly on the move... Not exactly the sort of environment to foster a close emotional relationship with anyone so they can see past his monstrous exterior.
Also, he thinks, he's terrible at emotions so there's another strike against him.
On the whole he has resolved himself to no actual relationship, and he's not so low in pride to hire someone who'd do it for the money (let alone face the many potential embarrassing repercussions of that while he still travelled with these people who would, of course, never let him live it down and, oh, they'd find out somehow). So he has resolved himself to no intimacies. None.
Unfortunately, this also means a complete lack of relief at all as privacy is pretty hard to come by. And there's no way to be subtle. He sort of gave up very fast at his last attempt to jerk off as the sound of rock clanking on rock was embarrassingly loud.
Zelgadis drinks a lot of coffee because addictions help his stress and, as available, takes a lot of cold showers, and generally likes to pretend that as a heartless swordsman he has no need for such mundane things and usually he more or less succeeds, albeit irritably.
***
"SHwhrnngwinggn," Lina says over breakfast.
"Yhnddcrbabuhnwkoutwtdon," Gourry adds.
Amelia nods enthusiastically. "Yshtrfthwtuszegsn," she puts in.
Zelgadis almost snaps the handle of his coffee mug. "At least swallow your food before trying to talk!"
They gulp a few more mouthfuls, clearly disdainful of his inability to make sense of them.
"So, where are you going now, Zel?" Lina says.
"Yeah," Gourry says. "Now that the Clair Babby thing didn't work out, where're you gonna go?"
None of them even bother correcting him anymore. "You should travel further with us, Zelgadis-san," Amelia chirps.
"Maybe a little ways," Zelgadis allows. "At least until I hear the rumour of a powerful new magic." All of them almost dying at the hands of Phibrizo was enough to make a guy want to take it easy for a bit. "And since the world barrier came down I'm sure something can be done with that soon. I'll want to check that out. But it'll take time."
"Ahhh, I'll have to go home soon to see what sort of envoys to the outside world Daddy is preparing," Amelia sighs, sadly. "Let's do some fun things first, okay, Lina-san?"
"HNNGGk," Lina says enthusiastically, spraying food.
Zelgadis rises quickly, pulling his mask up. "I'm going out to look around town," he says. They'd arrived in the night and hadn't really had a chance to explore yet. "I'll see you later."
He spends a day which is, if not productive, extremely relaxing: cafe, library, cafe, bookstore, cafe, second library (a larger branch of the city's library system). By the time he heads back he's actually feeling sort of optimistic, maybe even -- he hesitates to think it -- in a good mood. When he returns their rooms are dark and he wanders downstairs again to ask the innkeeper if he's seen the others.
"Oh, them," the innkeeper says, in a tone that makes Zelgadis actually sort of surprised the inn survived whatever bar fight Lina and co. started while he wasn't here. "They went out for the festival."
Come to think of it, Zelgadis had heard something about a festival. He thanks the innkeeper and considers heading out, but the lure of privacy is too great, and he heads back upstairs.
***
He probably shouldn't, he thinks, lying back and touching himself lightly over his pants. He knows how this would go. He'd just barely get started and surely one of them would come back. They'd walk in, he thinks, and humiliate him. Possibly blast him through a wall. Or worse, ask what he's doing. That would be worse.
Still, maybe it will be okay if it's just this once. Maybe he'll get away with it, just this once. He closes his eyes, loosening the drawstring of his pants and sliding his hand inside.
"Oh my," he hears, more amused than alarmed. "How scandalous!"
Zelgadis tries to rip his hand out of his pants and grab his sword all in one smooth gesture, which really only results in launching himself off the bed and falling to the floor with a crash. "Xellos!"
Xellos is perched on top of the dresser. He lifts a hand, beaming cheerily "Hi! Please, don't mind me in the slightest."
"I mind you! I always mind you!" Holding his pants up, Zelgadis swings at him.
By the time his sword strikes the spot Xellos had been, he is, of course, no longer there. Instead, with a strange woosh of air, he is behind Zelgadis, staff across his throat and locked in place with his arms. "So temperamental," he sighs. "Then again, I should have realized you were all worked up."
He looks down. So does Zelgadis. Ah. He'd dropped his pants. "You," he snarls, trying to pretend his dignity is still intact. "I thought you'd left to go report to your superiors."
"I did! I'm done. I came back for you, Zelgadis-san."
"For me?" Zelgadis is only more suspicious. "What do you mean?"
"We have so much in common," Xellos murmurs. "After all, we were both looking for the Clair Bible."
"Liar. You were just trying to arrange things to be convenient for the Mazoku. The Clair Bible was an excuse."
"Oh, was it?" Xellos asks. "Well, things beyond that. After all, there's something wrong inside you, isn't there?" Leaning in from behind, one amethyst eye glittered at Zelgadis. "Something which enjoys doing harm to others."
Zelgadis's heart jumps into his throat. "That's-" True, he thinks. Something he'd kept hidden, he thinks. "How did you know?"
"Like attracts like," Xellos says, and releases Zelgadis abruptly, arms raising as Zelgadis stumbles forward. His voice goes cheerful again. "Well, anyway, I just came because I heard something of interest to you!"
"...Tell me."
"Hmm," Xellos says. He waggles a finger. "But it's a secret."
"You--!"
"I'll tell you if you continue where you left off." Xellos waggles his eyebrows. "With me watching."
"You -- what--" Zelgadis goes red. "How -- why--"
"That doesn't even resemble sentence structure, Zelgadis-san."
"But why would you?" Zelgadis bursts out, finally. "Do you even have a sex drive?"
"Hmm," Xellos says. "Well, I trust you'll have enough shame and humiliation to satisfy me."
It's a terrible idea. Worse than any. But he's sold his dignity for a cure before and, he's embarrassed to realize, it's ...exciting.
***
He tries to ignore Xellos as he works himself over, though it's hard; when Zelgadis first took himself in hand, Xellos had stroked his chin and murmured Hmm, small, which really made things pretty awkward. Shame, yes. Humiliation, yes. Impossible not to feel them both with Xellos seated primly in the air nearby, watching him work towards orgasm.
His labouring breath is loud in the air, but drowned out by the rattle of stone on stone, the patches on his hands rubbing over the patches of his dick, clackclackclack, each sound humiliating enough that he wants to disappear, but setting up -- unfortunately? Fortunately? A pleasant vibration.
The good part of this, he thinks, is that it won't take long. It'll be over soon and he'll be relieved and less ashamed and Xellos will give him information and soon he can be human again...
Breath laboring, hand working hard, Zelgadis strains for it--
Only for Xellos to bat his hand away and take him in hand instead.
His hand is warm, soft, like he doesn't do any work -- no need for an artificial body to have calluses, really -- and feels, despite the fact that Zelgadis knows it is a lie, perfectly human.
He arches with a gasp and comes.
Just as he does so, the door is flung open.
"Hey Zel! We brought you back--"
Zelgadis will never find out what it is Lina brought him back, as she freezes in the doorway, taking in the scene. Zelgadis on the bed, pants around his knees, still pumping out orgasm; Xellos leaning over him, hand on Zelgadis's dick.
"Lina, what's up?"
"Lina-san, is Zelgadis-san okay?" Amelia pokes her head in too.
I want to die, Zelgadis thinks with perfect clarity.
Lina seems willing to grant his wish, fire gathering in her had.
Quickly, Xellos leans a little closer, beaming. Like it's his birthday and he just got a pony or something. "Check the new world for what you seek," he murmurs briskly. "Check the temples and the churches. There's something of great power in one. Perhaps it'll help you. Good luck! And bye~!"
He, of course, teleports away mere seconds before the fireball hits. Zelgadis is nowhere near as lucky.
***
No, Zelgadis thinks, as he separates from the group to travel his own way for a bit so they can forget this ever happened. He rides gingerly out of town, swathed in bandages. No, he was never meant for intimacies.
Author/Artist: harukami
Rating: R
Warnings/Notes: Onscreen sex. Rock-hard commentary. Set between NEXT and TRY.
Prompt: Slayers, Xellos/Zelgadis: sex after long period without - It had been so long since anyone had wanted to touch him like that.
Word count: 1617
Summary: Zelgadis has a hard time believing he and 'intimacies' go well together.
It has been a very long time since Zelgadis has had what he still thinks of (a little prudishly) as intimacies. Before he had been transformed, there had been a girl back home who he'd had something of a romance with that was hard not to think of as childish even though it had turned remarkably adult. But it had seemed to consist 90% of blushing, awkward flirting, and even more awkward handjobs. But that was something, at least, which is more than he can say for the current situation.
First, he thinks, disgustedly, consider his appearance. He's a monster, no doubt about it, can barely pass for human even with his hood up and his cloak wrapped tight about him. Not exactly appealing to most people, and he isn't sure he'd want any sort of intimacies with anyone to whom he'd appeal.
Second, his prospects: zero. No money except for that he picked up on odd jobs to allow him to keep travelling, a family it's probably better not to name too loudly, and he's constantly on the move... Not exactly the sort of environment to foster a close emotional relationship with anyone so they can see past his monstrous exterior.
Also, he thinks, he's terrible at emotions so there's another strike against him.
On the whole he has resolved himself to no actual relationship, and he's not so low in pride to hire someone who'd do it for the money (let alone face the many potential embarrassing repercussions of that while he still travelled with these people who would, of course, never let him live it down and, oh, they'd find out somehow). So he has resolved himself to no intimacies. None.
Unfortunately, this also means a complete lack of relief at all as privacy is pretty hard to come by. And there's no way to be subtle. He sort of gave up very fast at his last attempt to jerk off as the sound of rock clanking on rock was embarrassingly loud.
Zelgadis drinks a lot of coffee because addictions help his stress and, as available, takes a lot of cold showers, and generally likes to pretend that as a heartless swordsman he has no need for such mundane things and usually he more or less succeeds, albeit irritably.
***
"SHwhrnngwinggn," Lina says over breakfast.
"Yhnddcrbabuhnwkoutwtdon," Gourry adds.
Amelia nods enthusiastically. "Yshtrfthwtuszegsn," she puts in.
Zelgadis almost snaps the handle of his coffee mug. "At least swallow your food before trying to talk!"
They gulp a few more mouthfuls, clearly disdainful of his inability to make sense of them.
"So, where are you going now, Zel?" Lina says.
"Yeah," Gourry says. "Now that the Clair Babby thing didn't work out, where're you gonna go?"
None of them even bother correcting him anymore. "You should travel further with us, Zelgadis-san," Amelia chirps.
"Maybe a little ways," Zelgadis allows. "At least until I hear the rumour of a powerful new magic." All of them almost dying at the hands of Phibrizo was enough to make a guy want to take it easy for a bit. "And since the world barrier came down I'm sure something can be done with that soon. I'll want to check that out. But it'll take time."
"Ahhh, I'll have to go home soon to see what sort of envoys to the outside world Daddy is preparing," Amelia sighs, sadly. "Let's do some fun things first, okay, Lina-san?"
"HNNGGk," Lina says enthusiastically, spraying food.
Zelgadis rises quickly, pulling his mask up. "I'm going out to look around town," he says. They'd arrived in the night and hadn't really had a chance to explore yet. "I'll see you later."
He spends a day which is, if not productive, extremely relaxing: cafe, library, cafe, bookstore, cafe, second library (a larger branch of the city's library system). By the time he heads back he's actually feeling sort of optimistic, maybe even -- he hesitates to think it -- in a good mood. When he returns their rooms are dark and he wanders downstairs again to ask the innkeeper if he's seen the others.
"Oh, them," the innkeeper says, in a tone that makes Zelgadis actually sort of surprised the inn survived whatever bar fight Lina and co. started while he wasn't here. "They went out for the festival."
Come to think of it, Zelgadis had heard something about a festival. He thanks the innkeeper and considers heading out, but the lure of privacy is too great, and he heads back upstairs.
***
He probably shouldn't, he thinks, lying back and touching himself lightly over his pants. He knows how this would go. He'd just barely get started and surely one of them would come back. They'd walk in, he thinks, and humiliate him. Possibly blast him through a wall. Or worse, ask what he's doing. That would be worse.
Still, maybe it will be okay if it's just this once. Maybe he'll get away with it, just this once. He closes his eyes, loosening the drawstring of his pants and sliding his hand inside.
"Oh my," he hears, more amused than alarmed. "How scandalous!"
Zelgadis tries to rip his hand out of his pants and grab his sword all in one smooth gesture, which really only results in launching himself off the bed and falling to the floor with a crash. "Xellos!"
Xellos is perched on top of the dresser. He lifts a hand, beaming cheerily "Hi! Please, don't mind me in the slightest."
"I mind you! I always mind you!" Holding his pants up, Zelgadis swings at him.
By the time his sword strikes the spot Xellos had been, he is, of course, no longer there. Instead, with a strange woosh of air, he is behind Zelgadis, staff across his throat and locked in place with his arms. "So temperamental," he sighs. "Then again, I should have realized you were all worked up."
He looks down. So does Zelgadis. Ah. He'd dropped his pants. "You," he snarls, trying to pretend his dignity is still intact. "I thought you'd left to go report to your superiors."
"I did! I'm done. I came back for you, Zelgadis-san."
"For me?" Zelgadis is only more suspicious. "What do you mean?"
"We have so much in common," Xellos murmurs. "After all, we were both looking for the Clair Bible."
"Liar. You were just trying to arrange things to be convenient for the Mazoku. The Clair Bible was an excuse."
"Oh, was it?" Xellos asks. "Well, things beyond that. After all, there's something wrong inside you, isn't there?" Leaning in from behind, one amethyst eye glittered at Zelgadis. "Something which enjoys doing harm to others."
Zelgadis's heart jumps into his throat. "That's-" True, he thinks. Something he'd kept hidden, he thinks. "How did you know?"
"Like attracts like," Xellos says, and releases Zelgadis abruptly, arms raising as Zelgadis stumbles forward. His voice goes cheerful again. "Well, anyway, I just came because I heard something of interest to you!"
"...Tell me."
"Hmm," Xellos says. He waggles a finger. "But it's a secret."
"You--!"
"I'll tell you if you continue where you left off." Xellos waggles his eyebrows. "With me watching."
"You -- what--" Zelgadis goes red. "How -- why--"
"That doesn't even resemble sentence structure, Zelgadis-san."
"But why would you?" Zelgadis bursts out, finally. "Do you even have a sex drive?"
"Hmm," Xellos says. "Well, I trust you'll have enough shame and humiliation to satisfy me."
It's a terrible idea. Worse than any. But he's sold his dignity for a cure before and, he's embarrassed to realize, it's ...exciting.
***
He tries to ignore Xellos as he works himself over, though it's hard; when Zelgadis first took himself in hand, Xellos had stroked his chin and murmured Hmm, small, which really made things pretty awkward. Shame, yes. Humiliation, yes. Impossible not to feel them both with Xellos seated primly in the air nearby, watching him work towards orgasm.
His labouring breath is loud in the air, but drowned out by the rattle of stone on stone, the patches on his hands rubbing over the patches of his dick, clackclackclack, each sound humiliating enough that he wants to disappear, but setting up -- unfortunately? Fortunately? A pleasant vibration.
The good part of this, he thinks, is that it won't take long. It'll be over soon and he'll be relieved and less ashamed and Xellos will give him information and soon he can be human again...
Breath laboring, hand working hard, Zelgadis strains for it--
Only for Xellos to bat his hand away and take him in hand instead.
His hand is warm, soft, like he doesn't do any work -- no need for an artificial body to have calluses, really -- and feels, despite the fact that Zelgadis knows it is a lie, perfectly human.
He arches with a gasp and comes.
Just as he does so, the door is flung open.
"Hey Zel! We brought you back--"
Zelgadis will never find out what it is Lina brought him back, as she freezes in the doorway, taking in the scene. Zelgadis on the bed, pants around his knees, still pumping out orgasm; Xellos leaning over him, hand on Zelgadis's dick.
"Lina, what's up?"
"Lina-san, is Zelgadis-san okay?" Amelia pokes her head in too.
I want to die, Zelgadis thinks with perfect clarity.
Lina seems willing to grant his wish, fire gathering in her had.
Quickly, Xellos leans a little closer, beaming. Like it's his birthday and he just got a pony or something. "Check the new world for what you seek," he murmurs briskly. "Check the temples and the churches. There's something of great power in one. Perhaps it'll help you. Good luck! And bye~!"
He, of course, teleports away mere seconds before the fireball hits. Zelgadis is nowhere near as lucky.
***
No, Zelgadis thinks, as he separates from the group to travel his own way for a bit so they can forget this ever happened. He rides gingerly out of town, swathed in bandages. No, he was never meant for intimacies.