[story] An Alb, an Elf and a problem called Jian
Title: An Alb, an Elf and a problem called Jian
Chapter: 05/22
Fandom: Original
Language: English
Pairings: Siran/Arin, implied Jian/Heti
Rating: generall NC-17, varies
Warnings: slavery, sadness, mentioned rape (nothing explicit), yaoi, sex, implied het
Note: The links to the German chapters can be found in the directory.
Summary: Something unplanned happened that has a young Elf facing a situation he barely managed to escape from 1000 years ago...
00- 01- 02- 03- 04
The next evening Jian brough dinner to Siran's room. He set it on the table and left again. He had known what was for Arin and had mixed the Aphrodisiac into it. Now he went into his chamber and listened to the sounds of the main-room. Siran had reached the palace so he had been allowed to bring the food.
Arin knew that too when he entered the main-room. He looked at the food closely and recognized it immediately. A smile spread across his features. It seemed like one of the old kitchen-staff was now in charge. This was his favorite food, but only the old staff would know that. They had always prepared it when Siran had been especially 'demanding'. But what he noticed too was that something had been mixed into his food. But Arin didn't care. He also knew that Siran would drop by soon, but that also was ignored.
Instead he left the main-room and went into the bathroom. There he locked both doors, the one to the main-room and the one to Siran's bedroom. He didn't like unwanted surprises while in the bath. He let hot water pour into the large tub and added green bathing-salt to it. When the tub was filled, Arin undressed and neatly placed his clothes on a chair far enough from the tub to not get wet. The fact that he didn't like the clothes was after all no reason to not treat them well.
Sighing softly he sunk into the warm water. He enjoyed the feeling of water, which seemed to warm and protect him. He was happy even though he was still a captive in these rooms. He knew that Siran wouldn't forbid bathing. He hadn't even done that last time. But Siran had changed a lot over the last thousand years. Or at least enough to make an Elf, who after all, had forever to look forward to, notice it. He didn't want to think about Siran, though. He wanted to enjoy his bath.
About 10 minutes later Siran reached his suite. He was tired but looked forward to Arin. First he went into his study, since that was where Arin was most of the time. When he couldn't find Arin there he glanced out into the Garden. He was sure he wouldn't find Arin there, but with an Elf, one could never be sure. Next was the library, a large room right next to the study which could only be reached through the main-room. It was filled with large bookshelves. But Arin was nowhere to be found. This only left the bathroom. First Siran tried to open the door that lead from the main-room into the bathroom. But it looked like this one was locked from the inside. Siran grinned. That was his Arin. But he knew what he needed to do now.
He sealed the door with a spell from the outside so unlocking it wouldn't help. Then he went into his bedroom and locked the doors to his walk-in closet, the garden and the main-room. Then he went to the bathroom-door. Deep down he had anticipated this and had prepared everything. The door now could be opened from the outside, even when it was locked from the inside. Soundlessly Siran snuck into the bathroom and what he saw there made arousal tingle in his veins. Arin sat; his back half turned to Siran, inside the tub and was lathering himself up. Most of the foam had already disappeared though so Siran saw everything. He did his best to control himself. He wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible because in the bath Arin's face had a dreamy expression Siran never saw on the Elf.
Arin was done washing himself and was only enjoying the warm water when he suddenly heard and all too familiar voice.
"Hello my beautiful Elf. As usual I meet you bathing"
Arin flinched and his face was cold when he turned.
"Master, what brings you here? Do you have a wish?" he asked. Arin knew quite well what Siran wanted. This rhetorical question had tradition. Arin had used it in his last 'stay' to ask if Siran would rape him. Siran noticed the self-mockery in the other's voice.
"Get out of the tub and dress again. I don't want to eat alone", he simply replied.
"I am not hungry. Besides, someone mixed something into my food. I'd say its sleeping-potion or something like that"
Siran stopped mid-thought at that. What fool dared to administer something to his Arin? But for now it was necessary to calm down a slightly sour Elf.
"I didn't know that. I never arranged something like that. So stop being mad at me. We'll just skip dinner. I am not in the mood for any more small surprises. Please get dressed now and come."
With that he left the room through the door he'd entered. In the doorway he turned to add.
"Oh, and just so you know I locked the other door from the outside."
Then he sat down on the bed and waited for Arin.
Said Elf now left the tub and dried himself off. He believed that the stuff in his food wasn't Siran's doing. It had been far too obvious for that. He got dressed and went to the door to the main-room. Locked. Siran hadn't lied. So now he had to go through the bedroom. With trembling fingers he opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. There it looked exactly like 1000 years ago.
In front of the windows a large bed with a baldachin stood that was filled with pillows and small blankets which at most managed to cover an Elf's or Alb's long legs. Across the bed stood a table and on top of it a bowl of fruit. In front of the wall across the bathroom-door shelves filled with plants, books, and decorations stood.
Siran sat on the bed and motioned Arin closer. The other stepped closer slowly, hesitantly. Fear was written all across his features, something that was rare for Elves. Siran smiled reassuringly. When Arin stood in front of the bed the dark-haired man motioned for him to sit down. The other obeyed most reluctantly. Siran pulled the trembling Elf closer and embraced him, the other's back now leaning against his chest.
"Would you want..." he swallowed hard before continuing, "Would you want for me to serve you, Sir?" Arin asked silently. Siran shook his head.
"No. I won't force you any more. I don't want it to end like last time. But I will kiss you and hold you every now and then. I missed you"
With that he turned Arin to face him, kissing him softly. To Arin's surprise there was no desire in this kiss, so unlike their last time. He didn't fight this kiss. There was nothing bad about it. It wasn't accompanied by bad memories like other things that Siran could have done in this situation. With Arin still in his arms Siran sunk back onto the bed. He held Arin in his arms and pulled a blanket over their legs and another over there chests. Then he snuggled closer to Arin and sank into a relaxing sleep. Arin, too, sank into his usual half-sleep. When he dozed off he thought about the picture they now made with a smile. He, the always fighting Elf, peacefully lying in Siran's arms who was harmlessly asleep. With this smile on his lips he fell asleep.
Chapter: 05/22
Fandom: Original
Language: English
Pairings: Siran/Arin, implied Jian/Heti
Rating: generall NC-17, varies
Warnings: slavery, sadness, mentioned rape (nothing explicit), yaoi, sex, implied het
Note: The links to the German chapters can be found in the directory.
Summary: Something unplanned happened that has a young Elf facing a situation he barely managed to escape from 1000 years ago...
00- 01- 02- 03- 04
The next evening Jian brough dinner to Siran's room. He set it on the table and left again. He had known what was for Arin and had mixed the Aphrodisiac into it. Now he went into his chamber and listened to the sounds of the main-room. Siran had reached the palace so he had been allowed to bring the food.
Arin knew that too when he entered the main-room. He looked at the food closely and recognized it immediately. A smile spread across his features. It seemed like one of the old kitchen-staff was now in charge. This was his favorite food, but only the old staff would know that. They had always prepared it when Siran had been especially 'demanding'. But what he noticed too was that something had been mixed into his food. But Arin didn't care. He also knew that Siran would drop by soon, but that also was ignored.
Instead he left the main-room and went into the bathroom. There he locked both doors, the one to the main-room and the one to Siran's bedroom. He didn't like unwanted surprises while in the bath. He let hot water pour into the large tub and added green bathing-salt to it. When the tub was filled, Arin undressed and neatly placed his clothes on a chair far enough from the tub to not get wet. The fact that he didn't like the clothes was after all no reason to not treat them well.
Sighing softly he sunk into the warm water. He enjoyed the feeling of water, which seemed to warm and protect him. He was happy even though he was still a captive in these rooms. He knew that Siran wouldn't forbid bathing. He hadn't even done that last time. But Siran had changed a lot over the last thousand years. Or at least enough to make an Elf, who after all, had forever to look forward to, notice it. He didn't want to think about Siran, though. He wanted to enjoy his bath.
About 10 minutes later Siran reached his suite. He was tired but looked forward to Arin. First he went into his study, since that was where Arin was most of the time. When he couldn't find Arin there he glanced out into the Garden. He was sure he wouldn't find Arin there, but with an Elf, one could never be sure. Next was the library, a large room right next to the study which could only be reached through the main-room. It was filled with large bookshelves. But Arin was nowhere to be found. This only left the bathroom. First Siran tried to open the door that lead from the main-room into the bathroom. But it looked like this one was locked from the inside. Siran grinned. That was his Arin. But he knew what he needed to do now.
He sealed the door with a spell from the outside so unlocking it wouldn't help. Then he went into his bedroom and locked the doors to his walk-in closet, the garden and the main-room. Then he went to the bathroom-door. Deep down he had anticipated this and had prepared everything. The door now could be opened from the outside, even when it was locked from the inside. Soundlessly Siran snuck into the bathroom and what he saw there made arousal tingle in his veins. Arin sat; his back half turned to Siran, inside the tub and was lathering himself up. Most of the foam had already disappeared though so Siran saw everything. He did his best to control himself. He wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible because in the bath Arin's face had a dreamy expression Siran never saw on the Elf.
Arin was done washing himself and was only enjoying the warm water when he suddenly heard and all too familiar voice.
"Hello my beautiful Elf. As usual I meet you bathing"
Arin flinched and his face was cold when he turned.
"Master, what brings you here? Do you have a wish?" he asked. Arin knew quite well what Siran wanted. This rhetorical question had tradition. Arin had used it in his last 'stay' to ask if Siran would rape him. Siran noticed the self-mockery in the other's voice.
"Get out of the tub and dress again. I don't want to eat alone", he simply replied.
"I am not hungry. Besides, someone mixed something into my food. I'd say its sleeping-potion or something like that"
Siran stopped mid-thought at that. What fool dared to administer something to his Arin? But for now it was necessary to calm down a slightly sour Elf.
"I didn't know that. I never arranged something like that. So stop being mad at me. We'll just skip dinner. I am not in the mood for any more small surprises. Please get dressed now and come."
With that he left the room through the door he'd entered. In the doorway he turned to add.
"Oh, and just so you know I locked the other door from the outside."
Then he sat down on the bed and waited for Arin.
Said Elf now left the tub and dried himself off. He believed that the stuff in his food wasn't Siran's doing. It had been far too obvious for that. He got dressed and went to the door to the main-room. Locked. Siran hadn't lied. So now he had to go through the bedroom. With trembling fingers he opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. There it looked exactly like 1000 years ago.
In front of the windows a large bed with a baldachin stood that was filled with pillows and small blankets which at most managed to cover an Elf's or Alb's long legs. Across the bed stood a table and on top of it a bowl of fruit. In front of the wall across the bathroom-door shelves filled with plants, books, and decorations stood.
Siran sat on the bed and motioned Arin closer. The other stepped closer slowly, hesitantly. Fear was written all across his features, something that was rare for Elves. Siran smiled reassuringly. When Arin stood in front of the bed the dark-haired man motioned for him to sit down. The other obeyed most reluctantly. Siran pulled the trembling Elf closer and embraced him, the other's back now leaning against his chest.
"Would you want..." he swallowed hard before continuing, "Would you want for me to serve you, Sir?" Arin asked silently. Siran shook his head.
"No. I won't force you any more. I don't want it to end like last time. But I will kiss you and hold you every now and then. I missed you"
With that he turned Arin to face him, kissing him softly. To Arin's surprise there was no desire in this kiss, so unlike their last time. He didn't fight this kiss. There was nothing bad about it. It wasn't accompanied by bad memories like other things that Siran could have done in this situation. With Arin still in his arms Siran sunk back onto the bed. He held Arin in his arms and pulled a blanket over their legs and another over there chests. Then he snuggled closer to Arin and sank into a relaxing sleep. Arin, too, sank into his usual half-sleep. When he dozed off he thought about the picture they now made with a smile. He, the always fighting Elf, peacefully lying in Siran's arms who was harmlessly asleep. With this smile on his lips he fell asleep.