Chapter six is on this one’s heels. Things are about to get Real™…
Sabrael lay awake next to his love in the dark tent, nestling into Rei’s arm and nudging his head into the warmth of his armpit, careful not to let his horns disturb him. A small mass of ice that he had formed from the lake water rested over Rei’s eyes, wrapped in an old cloth. Every now and then he’d reach over and put his hand over it to keep it from melting.
He kept thinking of the bar fight and the terrible things Rei had confessed to. Those feelings. Rei was aroused as he attacked that man, and it had transferred to Sabrael, making him hard against his will and filling him with the worst self-loathing he could ever remember feeling. When he had described his love for murder and the way he brutalized that servant, too, Sabrael wished he had no sex drive or ability to comprehend arousal.
But the love he felt from him was beyond measure. Rei wanted for his happiness and for his safety. Sabrael knew he was safe. At least, he thought he did.
“Rei?” he asked quietly. “Are you awake?”
“You’ve been fretting since we laid down, beauty,” Rei mumbled from beneath the cloth. “I couldn’t sleep if you paid me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. There was no annoyance or upset in Rei’s mind, but he felt bad for it, nonetheless.
“Don’t be. I gave you a lot to be upset about.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Should I ever worry about-“
“Don’t,” Rei interrupted sharply. “Don’t even think that about me.”
“I’m just a little overwhelmed, I guess.”
“I love you, Sabrael. I’ve never said that to anyone. I’ve never felt it for anyone, not even my own mother. You are my heart, and I would never intentionally hurt you.”
Sabrael let the swell of Rei’s love lift him up from his worry. He cherished his uniqueness and took it as a sign that perhaps he could help his love change. It would be hard, but he could do it.
“How’s your face?” he asked.
“Feels like a mammoth stepped on it.”
In one fluid motion, Sabrael made a loose fist and revealed a gleaming ball of light as his fingers unfurled. Carefully he lifted the cloth and the ice. “Watch your other eye,” he warned, “it’s a bit bright.”
He waited until he saw Rei’s face screw up slightly to make extra sure he wouldn’t blind him. What he saw when he removed the cloth completely made him draw back reflexively. “Oh, Rei…”
“Looks like a mammoth stepped on it, too, hm?”
“It’s certainly not good.”
Rei’s right eye was swollen to twice its normal size, and the bruise which had begun forming the second he took the hit was now a sickening flower that began black in the middle and fanned out to blue and purple to his ear and halfway down his cheek. The right side of his upper lip wasn’t much better.
“You don’t think it’s broken, do you?” Sabrael asked.
Rei shook his head. “I’ve broken bones, before. This doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as those, and something tells me you’ll know it when your eye socket snaps.”
Sabrael took a breath as his lover fixed him with his good left eye. Though he could never mention it to him, Sabrael found Rei Ginsei’s eyes unsettling. It was Vile’s doing, he knew; Celedaen’s eyes had been a normal grey. What purpose they served in their design, he couldn’t guess, but the right pupil was little more than a pinprick while the left’s was so dilated the iris was only a thin ring around it. He never saw either adjust to changes in light, either. He wondered if it was to help his night vision, but that seemed wrong.
When both eyes were in working order, it was hard to tell what Rei was looking at. Sabrael was certain that he couldn’t actually see in opposite directions, but it nevertheless unnerved him that it never felt he was being looked in the eye. And now, it was just the left one fixated on him, a black pool that was somehow blank and impassioned all at once.
“I’m sorry I can’t do more to help,” Sabrael said, moving a hand over the unhurt side of Rei’s face.
“You’re here,” Rei answered. “That’s more than enough.”
Sabrael leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Do you want the ice back?”
“If you don’t mind.”
The ice had begun to melt in earnest, laying on the far end of their fur pallet, so Sabrael reshaped it before placing it back over the blackened flesh. Rei sighed. There was serenity, finally, carried to him via the soul fragment, relaxing his muscles and reassuring him. Carefully he shimmied back down under the covers, letting Rei’s arm wrap around him tightly. He managed to quiet his own thoughts a bit, to make it easier for Rei to get to sleep, and in doing so invited a deep slumber of his own.
He awoke the next morning alone, and he jumped at the sudden realization of Rei’s absence. The fear was gone as soon as it had come, though, stamped out by a tall, wiry shadow, backlit by the morning sun.
“Sabrael?” the shadow called.
“I’m fine,” he answered. “I just didn’t know you were up yet.”
Rei poked his head into the tent.”Did you think I left you?” he smiled.
“Of course not. …You’ve got armor on.”
“I need to get this done.”
“What are you even going to do with the Star?” Sabrael asked.
Rei slipped fluidly into the tent and straddled Sabrael’s legs. Sabrael loved to watch him move. It was so improbable and strange. He’d seen plenty of tall, wiry people who never seemed to know what any one limb was doing at any given time. But Rei moved deliberately and deftly. Silently.
“Ooh. Somebody’s thinking naughty thoughts,” Rei purred. He stroked Sabrael’s face gently.
“Maybe,” he answered, “but you didn’t answer my question.”
“It can be used more than once, you know. I’m sure I could turn it into some sort of battery, so I wouldn’t have to rely on my master to keep me young. On the other hand, I’m certain he wouldn’t be disappointed if I presented him with Azura’s artifact. It might temper any unpleasant reaction he might have to your presence.”
“I guess that’s fair enough,” Sabrael said, groaning deeply as a warm hand slid up the length of his erection. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of a battery, but worry could wait for now.
“I suppose it could wait just a tad longer,” Rei said quietly. “I can’t let my poor kirin go without release.”
His cock throbbed in Rei’s hand, and he squirmed, arching his back and clutching the furs beneath him. On every upward stroke, he felt Rei’s thumb slide over the coronal ridge and over the tip of his cock, and soon he felt his lover’s arousal come barreling through the furnace of his own. They twined together, snaking from the pit of his stomach and into his balls and drawing them up.
“Oh, Rei, I’m about to burst!” he gasped.
“Good boy,” Rei moaned. His free hand had gone to his crotch and was moving over the gap between his protective codpiece and the leather plate over his thigh. “I want to see that sweet little cock come for me.”
Sabrael began thrusting almost involuntarily. He heard Rei’s breathing quicken, felt his position on the brink with him. The warm sheath around him was rapidly stroking just the end, in the exact way that drove him mad. Finally he reached the apex of pressure. He looked up and saw Rei’s head leaned against one shoulder, eyes closed in ecstasy. Just as his lover’s passion exploded, he cried out loudly as his own joined with it and raced through him, curling his toes and painting his stomach with his own hot seed. Rei continued to come for a short while after, prolonging Sabrael’s aftershocks and coaxing ecstatic laughter from his lips.
“And I was prepared to simply go without,” his love panted. “Gods above.”
Sabrael grinned and looked up to see Rei sagging in the way only perfect relief could manage. Rei continued to gently play with his slowly softening member, just the way he liked. He sighed at the soft, yet somewhat overstimulating, sensation. Sometimes, as he had long discovered since he’d first figured out masturbation (and as Rei discovered twice), he could coax a dry orgasm this way, but this time it was simply enjoyable, and that was just what he needed.
“I love you, Rei Ginsei,” he said.
“I love you, too. So very much.”
Sabrael closed his eyes again and felt Rei’s hands on either side of his body, sliding upward as the beautiful man lowered himself onto him. There was no urgency he felt from him. No racing thoughts. The Silver Star was Serene again. As they held each other and shared slow, deep kisses, he thought maybe there was some chance the day’s plans might be forgotten, that perhaps when Rei took his armor off to clean his pants, he would simply leave it off, and they could just make love all day.
Unfortunately, as he had reluctantly accepted it would, the moment they were cleaned up and dressed, Rei’s mind was back on the old fortress. Sabrael watched nervously as he pulled his actual combat swords and bow from their wrappings. These swords were much more intimidating than the one he always had on him for unexpected defensive situations, and the short bow looked stout and taut enough that Sabrael wondered if an arrow launched from it would do more than simply pierce a person’s flesh.
“Please stop worrying,” Rei said as he strapped on his quiver. “It makes my hands shake.”
“I thought you weren’t gonna use your bow.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve shot with one eye, but I’ll manage.”
“Can…can you shoot something with it? I want to see what it can do.”
Rei looked over at him, a bemused smile crossing his lips. “Yeah, I can spare an arrow. What do you want me to shoot?”
Sabrael looked around, unprepared to be the one to choose the target. “That tree over there, maybe?”
It was a particularly far-away tree he chose, but Rei didn’t seem fazed. Sabrael couldn’t help sighing as he watched the lithe elf adopt his stance and raise his bow. His arrow was nocked, and, indeed, the amount of strength required to draw it back wasn’t small. Sabrael could see the slight movement of his head, trying to get his bearings without depth perception, but when he loosed the arrow, his aim proved true.
Sabrael jogged with him over to the tree and was unsurprised to see that it had gone rather deep for the distance.
“It’s only pine,” Rei said, as if reading his thoughts.
“Yes, but if that were a person’s head…”
“It’s not pretty. At least, not to everyone.”
Sabrael felt that nasty blood lust again and shuddered.
“Anyway, I need to get this done. You would probably be best served staying here.”
On paper, Sabrael agreed. He didn’t want to be around to see exactly what Rei was like when weapons and proper bloodshed were involved. But if he moved too far away, their emotional connection would be lost. There was the general fear that he wouldn’t therefore know if Rei was faring well or even that he wouldn’t be able to tell if the loss of feeling would mean distance or death. Sabrael knew that for all the heartache, immortality was Rei’s most prized treasure, but even he knew that immortality wasn’t invincibility. It meant that he would be careful, but Sabrael couldn’t bear the thought of Rei’s death. And, somehow, the idea of losing connection was even more terrifying.
“I want to go with you,” he said.
Rei sighed heavily, and the annoyance which seemed to always be lurking just below the surface came to the forefront. “If you come with me, Sabrael, you’re going to fight. Can you fight?”
“I know offensive spells.”
“I suppose the question should have been: are you willing?”
“I can’t have indecision down there while I work. It’s one thing when I’m alone and have to deal with worst-case scenarios, but I don’t mind telling you I’d be very cross if someone snuck up behind me while I was busy with someone else and you let it happen.”
“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” Sabrael promised.
“If you can keep your fear in check, I’ll try to…” he took a deep breath and closed his good eye tightly, “…I’ll try to not enjoy myself.”
Sabrael nodded. “Deal.”
Rei smiled and pulled Sabrael close to kiss his forehead. “Come on. Just stay behind me and always be watching.”
Pardon the hiss; I had to take this from my 30-year-old cassette tape since I guess this album is no longer in print. This video is unlisted, so I would appreciate this embed being as far as it goes [heart]