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Title: Frustration
Author: madwriter
Summary: After three weeks of travelling, they could finally do what
their bodies craved most.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gourry/Zelgadis
Feedback: Yes, please
Betas: None needed
Author’s notes: Part of my Multi-Fandom Advent Calendar. Details
here: http://madwriter223.livejournal.com/31407.html
Frustration
Gourry sighed heavily as he sunk down onto his bed, leaning back
till he was laying flat on the soft surface.
Ah, how he missed sleeping in a real bed, in an inn with food just
an order away. Lots of food, he grinned to himself as he rubbed his
full belly.
A rustling sound caught his attention and he sat back up, looking in
the direction of the other bed. Zel stood there, his cape and hood
already off. As he watched, the fingerless gloves were removed, and
he got a delicious view of a patch of stone skin when Zel bent down
to fold his clothes.
Beautiful skin, indestructible to a sword and soft to the touch.
The blond grinned, and got up, strolling over to the shaman.
“Yes, Gourry?” the other asked without turning.
In response, the swordsman wrapped his arms around the slim waist,
his lips kissing slowly over the long neck.
A soft sigh, and Zelgadis was leaning back against his chest. One
long arm rose up, fingers carding gently through blond tresses.
Gourry mmm-ed appreciatively, then trailing the tip of his tongue
around the rock-cluster on Zel's nape. He grinned when he got a moan
in response, then drew back, licking his lips as he pulled up the
shaman's shirt.
He threw it to the side, then took a moment to just stare at the
lean back, to trace his hands up the other's sides. Zelgadis glanced
at him over his shoulder, a coy little smirk playing at his lips.
Gods, he was beautiful.
With a firm hand, Gourry pushed the shaman onto the bed, at the same
time grasping his hips with his other hand. He untied the brown
slacks with an ease born from many nights disrobing one another,
pushing them down to the floor.
Zelgadis chuckled at the human's eagerness, spreading his thighs
invitingly. Gourry grinned, and took their vial of lube out of his
pocket, grabbing the cork between his lips and pulling it out
sharply.
He poured the golden liquid over his fingers, and wasted no time in
pressing one of them against Zelgadis' entrance, circling the
puckered flesh with the very tip before plunging inside.
Zel moaned, his back arching. Gods, but he had missed this. Three
long weeks of traveling, no moment of peace or privacy, no time
alone with the swordsman. He could feel his body nearly vibrating
with sexual frustration, his organ hard and leaking from only those
few touches it had received. The blond was no better, his hand
shaking slightly as he added another finger.
Zelgadis shook his head, and shifted his hips, splaying his legs
more open. No, they would have time for taking it slow later. Now he
really just wanted to feel himself pierced with the other's thick
flesh.
He moaned loudly, back curling when his prostate was found and
caressed. Gourry gave into the temptation this presented and leaned
over the stone body, licking a long trail up the lean back. Zel
groaned, then turned his head so that he could send the swordsman a
pleading look.
“Gourry...” he moaned, the name falling past his lips like a
blessing, like a wish.
“Not ready yet.” The blond panted, his free hand wrapped tightly
around his own engorged flesh.
“Gourry...” This time the name was a growl, a curse, an order.
Thankfully, the swordsman wasn't stupid enough to disobey an irked
shaman.
A few moment later, Zelgadis mewled in pleasure, a small cry
escaping his tight throat. His inner muscles parted eagerly,
welcoming the invading shaft with a song of pleasure dancing across
his nerves.
Gourry groaned, sinking deeper into the warm flesh, trailing his
impatient hands across stone skin. He suddenly grabbed the shaman's
waist, pulling them sharply back to chest, and started thrusting.
Neither of them had any patience for slow, for careful, they simply
no longer cared as the frustration of the last few weeks growled
under their skin, demanding to be sated.
They obeyed, Gourry's thrusts hard and fast, Zelgadis eagerly
rocking his hips into them. They panted, moaned, and groaned
together, hands touching as much flesh as they could manage without
slowing or, Gods forbid, stopping.
The blond's hand finally found its way to the shaman's shaft,
grasping it in a sweat-slickened hand, and pumping him hard in time
with his thrusts, pulling hard on indestructible flesh, sensitive
skin.
With a loud cry, Zel came, his magic cracking with small lightning
around him. The dual sensation of small stinging jolts and nearly
painful tightening around him were enough for the blond to growl as
his own completion neared dangerously.
He managed five and a half thrusts more before he too was cuming,
spilling deep into the shaman.
They slumped onto the bed, laying together in a tangled mass of
sweat, semen and sated bodies. Eventually, Gourry found enough
strength to shift both of them fully onto the bed, settling down
with Zelgadis' body cradled against his chest.
They fell asleep soon after, only to begin their private play when
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