Belua

Author: LN Tora Title: Belua

Belua by LN Tora
summary: After the crossdressing incident in Femille, Gourry has a hard time getting Zel out of his head. But before he can get close, there's the small problem of Zel's self image...
rating: MA - genre: General, Romance/Light - warnings: lemon

Disclaimer: "The Slayers" characters copyright their respective owners, (whose names I can never remember). This is a non-profit piece of fiction.
Warning: Lemon, (though not as much as I wanted).
Notes: Written for yaoi_challenge. Prompt: Gourry try's to convince Zelgadis that he isn't a monster in the best way possible, smut please.

"It's so not fair," Gourry thought. The blond swordsman bit down a sigh as he trudged behind his travelling companions. "It's really not fair at all." He continued to lament in silence, grateful that nobody had yet picked up on his mood. They were leaving the Femille empire behind, and while he couldn't be happier about that, (and about getting out of that dress), there was still a bitter pill left for Gabriev to swallow.
"Nobody should look that good in drag. Nobody."
Blue eyes glanced over at the cause of his mood. As expected, said person was completely oblivious, too busy recovering from the whole fiasco as well. Gourry didn't bother hiding the sigh this time, his head hanging down.
"I don't think any of the girls could've looked that good if they tried. And Xelloss, well, he's a demon or monster or whatever. Though really, he was okay, but I mean... just come on. Why did Zelgadis of all people have to look that good in that getup? I bet Amelia did it on purpose--oomph!"
Gourry's private train of thought derailed as he found himself running right into the back of the target of his suffering. He quickly straightened up and helped brush the shaman off, mumbling an apology.
"S-sorry, Zel," he offered. "Guess I wasn't paying attention."
Zelgadis shook his head, grateful that he at least wasn't kissing dirt as a result of the collision. He finished dusting himself off before nodding at Gourry.
"If you're still thinking about that mess in Femille, then I can understand. Chalk up another one to Lina's harebrained ideas," he groused. Gourry wondered at the shaman having enough guts to say that aloud, only to see that Lina and Amelia had walked out of hearing range, making it safe to complain about said sorceress. The fact that the two girls had continued to walk without a backwards glance pulled a frustrated groan from Zel.
"We'd better catch up, though sometimes I wonder why we bother."
Gourry wondered the same thing at times, but kept that to himself. He pulled a half grin from somewhere before jogging past Zel to join up with the girls. Zel didn't bother, his pace so that he'd eventually catch up when he was good and ready. The blond noticed this but again kept his silence.
"Probably wants some space," Gourry figured. He was about to get Lina's attention and ask where they were going now when a faint breeze and the shortened distance carried Zel's hushed voice to him.
"...I should've known better anyway. Who would want a monster like me..."
Gourry stumbled over his own feet. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. For a moment he wondered if he might have imagined it, but a quick look over his shoulder gave him enough proof to know that wasn't the case. The hunched shoulders and almost broken expression of the shaman could only confirm it.
It took all of Gourry's will not to turn around and give Zel a sound shaking. "Who wouldn't want you!" he thought, almost giving giving into the urge to scream the words into Zel's face. But for all his seeming, and real, stupidity, Gourry had one thing going for him, a better sense of timing. And now wasn't a good moment to try confronting the melancholic chimera.
Oh, but confront him, he would.
"I'll show him. He's not a monster like he thinks. And he's definitely wanted. Even if I get a flare arrow up the ass for my troubles, I'll definitely show him."

Zel groaned as he sat on the edge of the inn's bed. He slipped his cloak from his shoulders while kicking his shoes off, but made no other move to get ready for bed. Dinner had been the usual noisy, tiring affair it always was with Lina around. With the disaster of Femille still fresh in his mind, Zelgadis just didn't have to energy to complain about trying to find the Clair Bible, or more importantly, find a way to turn Zel himself back to normal.
The shaman closed his eyes and flopped across the bed, uncaring about the dangerous creaking noises as a result. He knew he was only fooling himself. Getting rid of his curse was important only to him. None of the others seemed to give a damn. As usual, his quest took second place to whatever Lina wanted.
"So why do you continue to travel with her?" Zel rolled to his side, not having enough motivation to finish stripping and crawl under the covers. "Why do you continue to travel with any of them, if it keeps putting your own needs back?" He contemplated the question for only a moment. As he feared, Zelgadis already knew the answer. He'd have a better chance finding the Clair Bible by staying with Lina than travelling alone. It galled him that this was the case, it grated at his every nerve, but Zelgadis was a practical realist, or at least tried to be most times. So he would have to continue with the group, hating every second of the inevitable idiotic schemes and forced battle along the way.
Of course, part of the problem was Zel's own sense of inferiority. Every battle he'd gone through as a result of staying with the group seemed to only remind the shaman of how truly weak he was. His magic couldn't hold up when compared to Lina's. He didn't necessarily want to be at the top of the demons' target list, per se, but it would be nice not to just feel like someone's sidekick both in terms of importance and power.
"And wasn't it a desire for power that got you into this mess in the first place, Greywars?" Blue eyes opened to stare at a flickering candle nearby, only to close in quiet anguish. Yes, he wanted power, but he never asked to be turned into a freak as a result. If given a choice, Zel would've preferred spending the next ten or so years studying magic, instead of spending it looking for a cure to a curse he never wanted in the first place.
No, power was the last thing Zelgadis was going to complain about.
A knock at the door stopped the downward spiral of Zel's thoughts. He pulled the pillow from it's place and covered his head, hoping whoever it was would go away, but a second knock killed that notion. Tossing the pillow aside, Zelgadis fought down an irrational urge to lob a fireball through the door. That was Lina's method, not his. The third knock brought a sigh and pulled the shaman to his feet.
"Probably Amelia come to bug me and see if I'm alright, which I'm most certainly not," he grumbled as he flung open the door. Whatever sharp words he had at the ready faltered upon seeing it wasn't Amelia standing at his door after all.
"G-Gourry?" Zel blinked, mildly shocked as the swordsman wasn't a regular visitor. Seeing Gourry dressed in his sleepwear only made the shaman more curious to the nature of the visit. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Zel." A hand ran nervously through blond locks as Gourry shifted his weight. "Um, I kinda got a problem. It started raining and my room sprang a leak. I asked the innkeeper, but all the other rooms are taken, and I don't want to think about what asking Lina would be like."
"Raining?" This was news to Zel. He went and tugged the curtain back to see, not hiding his surprise to be greeted with a sheet of water falling over his window.
"I didn't even hear it start," he murmured, letting the curtain fall back into place. Zelgadis glanced back over at Gourry, the blond still standing sheepishly in the doorway. Shaking his head, Zel simply gestured for Gourry to come in.
"If it's like you said, then I can understand. I doubt if I'd even consider asking Lina in a case like this."
Gourry smiled as he stepped in, closing the door behind him and leaning his weight against it. "Thanks, Zel. I really appreciate this."
"It's okay." Zel paused as he looked around the room. Along with the bed was a chair and a desk, but given the inn was rather old, and Lina was cheap as usual, there wasn't much else in the way of comfort. He considered the bed again. While it held under his weight, he wasn't sure if it could hold him and Gourry. Not to mention it was on the small side, which meant they'd wind up in each other's personal space, something Zel didn't think anyone would relish sharing with him.
Sighing, the shaman figured if the chair got too uncomfortable, he could just lay on the floor. It wouldn't be the first time.
"You can take the bed," Zelgadis offered, already sitting in the chair. Maybe if the keeping the candle lit didn't bother Gourry too much, Zel could get some reading in before going to sleep.
A quick shake of the head plus a hand on the shaman's arm nixed that idea. "C'mon, Zel, it's okay. They don't look it, but the beds here are pretty sturdy. I checked."
It was on his lips to ask Gourry how he knew and just how and why he'd checked the beds' strength, but Zel didn't get a chance before he found himself on the bed, staring into eyes a shade lighter and more human looking than his own.
"Human," he thought. "Will I ever be human again?"
"See? We can share the bed, Zel. No problem," Gourry said, already settling in. He paused with he felt a sigh brush across his cheek, though it took a moment for Gourry to make sure Zel didn't feel the shiver travelling down the blond's spine as a result.
"Are you sure this is alright, Gourry?" Zel asked. Getting only a blank look in return, he gestured at their close proximity from having to share the bed. Not being as swift as the rest of the group, a few seconds passed before Gourry understood just what Zelgadis meant.
"Huh? Course it is," replied the blond, genuinely confused at the question. "Why wouldn't it be?"
Zel sighed again, running a hand through his hair, only to remember why he hated touching his hair as it was another reminder of his freakish state. "You don't have to force yourself to be close; the chair or floor is fine for me, you know." The short stretch of silence seemed to confirm matters in the chimera's mind. He moved to get up, only to get dragged back down to bed with a small 'oomph'. "Gourry--"
"Zel." The serious tone cut Zelgadis off. "I'm not forcing myself. If you don't want to share the bed, then I'm the one who should take the floor. But far as I'm concerned, this is fine as it is, unless you're uncomfortable." Gourry trailed off, his expression falling so that, before he knew it, Zel was quickly reassuring his friend.
"N-no--I mean, this-- it's fine, Gourry," the shaman stuttered. Inside his mind was reeling. Why did Gourry need consoling over whether Zel wanted to share a bed with him or not? Seeing those gentle eyes brighten didn't do much to clear those muddled thoughts for Zel.
"Then it's settled, we share." This was said with a nod of conviction, though Zel still wondered just what had happened. But Gourry didn't seem of a mind to dwell on it further as he relaxed in the bed. Zelgadis shook his head and decided to forget it for now.
"At least let me change first." Zel didn't wait for a reply as he rolled out of bed and went to change clothes. Normally, he would have problems with changing in front of anyone, regardless of gender. But there was only one candle lit, and Gourry's eyes seemed closed anyway. Zelgadis changed quickly, not wanting to show off more of his monstrous form than necessary.
Unknown to him, Gourry could see everything behind the fringe of his eyelashes. He knew openly staring would have set Zelgadis on edge, so he used the cover of the dim light and hoped Zel didn't notice his eyes were actually cracked open a sliver. As the shaman changed, Gourry noticed two things immediately. One, Zel had a rather slim waistline. Two, he had a better figure than Lina probably ever would.
"Lord, she'd kill me if I ever said that aloud," Gourry thought, "but he really does. His hips are way nicer..."
The bed creaked and dipped as Zel got back in. Gourry was slightly disappointed to see he was now facing Zel's back, but figured it better not to say anything.
"Goodnight, Gourry," the shaman intoned, already focused on going to sleep. The blond silently cursed the lost opportunity and mumbled a quick 'g'night'. But it wasn't that easy for Gourry to fall asleep. His eyes followed the lines of Zel's shoulder, down his back, and over his hip several times, but that only kept him awake. When his body started to physically respond, he quickly stopped indulging in the little visual offering. That was treading into dangerous territory, and Gourry didn't want to get blasted in the bed. Well, not that way, at least.
He bit his lip in quiet frustration. True, Gourry had come in with a plan, but hadn't someone, Zel maybe, warned about the best laid plans?
"Seems my plans are all up in smoke," the swordsman thought morosely. Groaning, he flopped on his back, momentarily forgetting just whose bed he was in. He thought Zel had fallen asleep awhile ago, so it wasn't surprising when the muffled voice jolted Gourry a bit.
"Can't sleep either?"
"Um, guess not." Gourry lifted a hand to his forehead for a moment, hoping Zel didn't notice the start he'd given the blond. "Why not you?"
"..." Zel was silent for awhile. Gourry wondered for a moment if the shaman had in fact went to sleep. "The rain," he said eventually. "Even when I can't hear or see it, when I know it's raining, I always feel a bit anxious. I think I've been like this for awhile, though I can't remember when it started or why."
All Gourry could manage was a quick "Oh". In truth, he hadn't realised any of their group had a problem with the weather. Sure, nobody liked heat, and it wasn't pleasant to go tromping in the rain, but when he wasn't in it, Gourry didn't mind wet weather that much. He never imagined Zel would be bothered by something like that. He felt a little guilty now, and tried to take Zel's mind off of it.
"Well, maybe we can talk until we bore each other to sleep?" offered Gourry. The quiet chuckle that answered raised Gourry's hopes, but they soared when Zelgadis actually turned around to face his impromptu roommate.
"And what would we talk about that would be mutually boring?" asked Zel. "And mind you, Lina's measurements, or lack thereof, do not count."
Oh, Gourry already knew that was an untouchable topic. She might be asleep, but knowing her, she'd hear them in her dreams and come just to smack them with a Dragon Slave.
The blond thought about it. "Well, could always talk about what happened in Femille--"
"Ugh, no!" Zel rolled to his back, closing his eyes in disgust at the memory. "I'm trying to forget that nightmare, thanks." Still, Zel's tone sounded more put upon than anything, earning a barely covered laugh as a result.
"Hey, least you could pass." Gourry took a moment to stretch as he remembered. "I looked ridiculous. If we have to do that again, I don't want Lina doing my outfit anymore, thanks!"
"Pass?" The shaman huffed after turning his head back towards Gourry. "I looked like more of a freak show than usual. I hardly call that passing."
The blond cut Zel off in mid-rant. "I didn't think that." Gourry knew he was probably risking a fireball, but once the words started, he had a hard time stopping until he got his feelings out. "Honestly, I was shocked because, well, I know you're a guy. You just looked so..." Deciding that would cement said fireball, Gourry opted to switch the focus. "Me, I looked stupid, period."
Zelgadis had been shocked into silence at Gourry's observation. When he heard the swordsman trail off, Zel could still imagine what was going to be said. He just couldn't fathom that Gourry, or anyone for that matter, would say something like that about Zel himself. The blond's last sentence almost didn't register as a result, and Zel had to shake his head to get his focus back.
"No you didn't. Granted, I agree that Lina made some--poor--fashion choices with the ruffles, but you... were cute."
Gourry gasp, incredulous beyond words. "Cute! No way! Sheesh, I think I'd rather look stupid than cute! Argh!" He pulled the pillow out from under his head to cover his face. "That's it, I'm never showing my face anywhere again. I'll just stay under here forever." Gourry was ready to keep his word, had it not been for the all too rare sound of Zelgadis laughing in genuine amusement. He peeked out from under the pillow, his heart lodging in his throat for a moment.
"I wish he'd smile more often," he thought, wondering how someone who looked that beautiful could only see themselves as a monster.
"I'm s-sorry, Gourry--aah." Zel wipes a tear from his eye, finally calming down a bit. "But at least you didn't look like a lady of the evening like someone who shall remain nameless."
"I guess." Gourry huffed a bit before pulling the pillow away. Zel was still smiling at the blond's indignation of being called 'cute'. That was the only thing Gourry could offer as an excuse later as to why his tongue chose that moment to stop listening to his brain and start taking orders from his heart. "You were beautiful, though."
"Gourry!" Zelgadis lost some of his humour, and Gourry knew he was skirting a flare arrow. "If that's your way of getting back at me about calling you cute--"
"You're right." The softly spoken words stopped Zel's rant, the chimera sensing and fearing a new layer in their conversation now. "I'm sorry, Zel. I shouldn't have said you were beautiful."
Zelgadis was about to agree, ready to point out his monstrous state, but an unfamiliar light in Gourry's eyes held his tongue. There was a strange depth there that Zel had never seen before. He wanted to run; those eyes were saying something that frightened the shaman to his soul, yet he couldn't leave, couldn't move, as if Gourry held him with a spell like no other.
"Don't. Don't say anything. Just don't. Don't." Zel didn't realise he had the silent mantra running through his mind until it was broken as Gourry breeched his intimate space. All thought came to a screeching halt, reality nothing beyond those eyes that peered into his very being.
"You are beautiful." The words, once softly spoken seemed to snap Gourry back to himself, only for him to babble as he realised he said that out loud. "I mean, I'd been thinking that before, when I saw you--not just in the dress--it's just, I didn't think any guy could--but even without it you--oh hell. Zel, if you're gonna kill me, just make it quick."
There wasn't a chance for Zel to decipher that last sentence before he felt a warmth pressing itself to his lips. The normally quick-thinking shaman felt his mental processes take their sweet time before kindly informing him that the warmth he was feeling belonged to Gourry, and was likely the result of the blond kissing him. Worse, they didn't bother letting him know what he should do about the situation.
Zel briefly considered getting a new brain. His was obviously busted.
His body knew exactly what to do, much to Zel's mortification. How his arms found their way around Gourry's shoulder, or how he managed to kiss the blond back was just beyond rational logic, which had run off after the first five seconds of having Gourry's lips against his own. At least that's what Zel figured had happened. Because somewhere along the line, he simply forgot. He forgot what they were talking about. He forgot just why he was probably supposed to kill the swordsman. He even forgot that he was a freak and freaks don't get to have people kiss them breathless.
Oh yes, and he forgot he needed to breathe. Luckily Gourry remembered, since he had to breathe as well, and saved the shaman from passing out.
"Nn, Zel."
"Wha--Gourry, why--" Zelgadis shook his head, mind still fogged and trying to understand what just happened, only to shut down when the blond kissed him senseless once again. The need for air couldn't be ignored this time, forcing Zel to turn his head, panting hard against Gourry's shoulder. "G-Gourry, don't. I'm--"
"Don't you dare say you're a monster, Zelgadis." Gourry pushed the line further by running the back of his fingers across Zel's cheek. "And forgetting Amelia's first reaction, or any of her reactions for that matter, the only one who ever saw you as a monster was you." The blond quirked his lips a little, tossing caution to the wind. "Besides, monsters don't look that good in drag--ow!" He winced when a heavy fist thumped lightly on his head. "Okay, I deserved that."
"Yes you did." Zelgadis turned away, but Gourry noticed he was blushing like crazy, and also still squirming a little underneath him. "And don't lie to me. There are people who--"
"Who aren't here right now, and they don't matter anyway, if they even exist." The blond huffed, blowing at his bangs in frustration, both sexual and other kinds. "And tell me, when have I ever lied to you, Zel? When? You name one time and I will get up and leave and never bother you again, I swear."
Zel opened his mouth, only to snap it shut. Lina, all the time. Amelia, unintentionally, (or so he convinced himself). But Gourry? The shaman couldn't recall a single time Gourry had ever been anything but honest, if a little naive at times.
Yet even if Gourry's words were true and from the heart, Zelgadis himself still couldn't help but see a monster whenever he looked in a mirror. Worse, if there was a chance he could allow himself to believe, there was another problem the shaman would have to deal with, one he'd made certain the others had never found out about. And giving into Gourry's ill-placed desires, for that's all it could be, would throw his secret out into the open. Zelgadis wasn't sure he was ready for that.
The shaman turned his head, stammering through what he hoped would be a reasonable response to end this before things went too far.
"S-Still, Gourry. You--you shouldn't bother with someone like me."
"Oh why the fuck not!" The blond moved quickly, ignoring Zel's stunned expression as he pinned the chimera back down against the bed. Zel's wrists were held slightly above his head while Gourry hovered above, all but glaring at him. "If I say you're beautiful, and nobody else should matter, then why? We're both adults; it's not anyone's business but ours. Give me one good reason why we--" Gourry stopped mid rant when Zel turned his head to mumble something into the pillow. "What'd you say?"
The blush colouring Zel's cheeks grew. "I said I--I've never been intimate with anyone before," he choked out.
It took several slow moments for Gourry to realise what Zelgadis was telling him. He let the shaman go as he sat back on his knees, though still over Zel and impeding escape.
"You never--wait, Zel, you mean you--you're a virgin?" he squeaked.
His secret now out, Zel just glared, ready to send Gourry flying with a well aimed Dimilar Wind to knock the swordsman through the roof. He waited for the inevitable chuckle to signal when he would let the spell fly at full force, consequences be damned.
But it never came.
"Wow, I'm really you're first? Gee, Zel, I'm--I'm honoured."
"You're my--wait a minute!" Zelgadis managed to sit up, resting his weight on his elbows. "Who said I was agreeing to... this..." His words trailed off when Gourry leaned down, a flirty and almost wicked smile playing across the blond's lips.
"Well, the way I see it, you haven't said no. We've already said you're not a monster, and that it's our business. Besides, I know you, Zel." Gourry bent down some more, forcing Zel to again lie flat on the bed. "If you really wanted me off you, you could've blasted me to tomorrow by now."
Zel swore under his breath, seeing that Gourry was right. But he couldn't let it go that easily. He opened his mouth, ready to protest some more, but heated lips and a warm tongue killed any notion of that. Only when he was sure Zel no longer had the mental ability to talk did Gourry pull back to whisper along a pointed ear.
"You're not a monster, Zel. Monsters don't feel what I'm about to make you feel."
"Oh hell." Zel's eyes rolled up as Gourry's words and touches soon left him without any opposition. Worse, after having had a taste of something he thought would forever be denied his cursed form, Zel's body was demanding more, and no wasn't an option. Luckily, Gourry knew exactly which part of Zel he needed to listen to, anyway.
Soft, choked moans soon filled the room as Gourry began a slow tease. First went the clothes, to which Zel really did try and stop, but a caress along his side, or a brush of lips over his shoulder left the shaman as so much mental slush.
And then the fingers. Oh, those fingers. Zelgadis had never given much thought to a person's digits before. But then, he'd never had someone's fingers travel along his skin, playing his senses like a well-loved instrument and producing sounds from his throat Zel never dreamed he could or would make.
At some point Gourry had managed to not only strip Zel, but himself as well. Zel knew this from the shock of feeling bare flesh along the length of his own stone-cursed form. The proverbial jolt down his spine seemed so cheesy, but it was the only way Zel could describe it later.
"Nh." At one point Zel tried to figure when his reality shrank down to tongue-tying kissing, roaming hands, and a litany of sounds that would send him running in shame to make any other time. But Gourry wasn't giving him a chance to answer that, keeping the chimera suspended in a lustful haze. When the blond pulled back, Zel hated the needy and disappointed whimper that left his throat.
Gourry smiled. "Sorry. I didn't bring anything with me, and I'm not going to hurt you, especially for your first time."
Confused, Zel's eyes glanced downward of their own accord, where he discovered two things. One, Gourry was equally as aroused. Two, the pants Gourry usually wore must have been a lot looser than Zel thought to be able to hide that. A part of him trembled at the idea of anything that size trying to enter his body, but the thought of Gourry stopping these other wonderful sensations was worse that the pain. Besides, he'd been hurt before. A healing spell and he'd survive, or at least he hoped so.
"It--Please, Gourry, I--" But Zelgadis couldn't get the words out right, unsure of what he was asking for anyway. It didn't matter, as Gourry silenced him with a finger over the chimera's lips.
"No, Zel." He saw the slightly panicked look and shushed Zel further. "I mean it, I'm not going to hurt you. But," Gourry smiled as he moved the finger down to trace Zel's bottom lip, "that doesn't mean I'll stop. Think of this as a sample for now."
Zelgadis had no clue what Gourry intended to do until he saw the blond shift to lay slightly over Zel's lap, his head nearing Zel's own aching cock. A whispered 'damn' was the only thing Zel could say before he felt Gourry slowly swallow twice hardened flesh down. The world flashed white behind closed lids, and Zel again gave up conscious thought for pure sensation.
Gourry indulged in a bit of oral exploration as his tongue swirled along the unusual texture. He had almost imagined tasting stone, but was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn't the case. Zel was both harder and smoother than any human, and his shaft literally prickled against Gourry's tongue.
"Magic," he thought, but whether from Zel's curse or his own magic Gourry didn't know nor care. He liked the feeling, and made sure Zel liked what he was feeling, too.
Gourry needn't worry there. Zelgadis couldn't imagine anything feeling better than the wet heat surrounding him at that moment. He moaned and writhed constantly, unable to keep still under the loving attention. He silently marvelled at the blond's skill of pulling so much please from a single point on the body. He almost fisted his hands in the hair draping over his side, but feared hurting Gourry, or worse pulling a good chunk out in mindless desperation. he instead knotted them into the sheets beneath him, nearly ripping the fabric as a result.
"G-Gourry--" Zel arched sharply when the blond started humming, the chimera lifting his shoulders off the bed for a moment before falling back to the bed. Somewhere in the midst of this overwhelming please, Zelgadis realised Gourry was ignoring his own need. Not wanting to be selfish, Zel managed to slip a hand under the older man's body, finding Gourry's shaft and curling his fingers around it for a strong, rhythmic stroking.
The handjob caught Gourry off guard as he jumped at the first touch. He'd planned on taking care of himself after Zel, but this was much nicer. Again his imaginations about Zel's skin were tossed aside, as stone could never grip him like that, nor feel that warm. Gourry would've smirked if he could, since neither did stone moan and cry out the way Zel was doing now.
"Let me really hear you, Zel," he thought, pulling back with a slow suckling, creating a hard suction that left the chimera reeling. He knew, he knew he was much too loud, but Zel couldn't help it, and only prayed everyone was too deeply asleep to hear.
"Damn dammit dammit--Gourry!" Zel tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, his hips bucking up over and over, his body tightened and caught between imploding and exploding. His inexperience was proving to be his downfall; Zel fell to begging for release from what was fast becoming sensual torment. He continued massaging Gourry's shaft, dimly hoping the blond was feeling even a fraction of what Gourry was making Zelgadis feel.
It was a lot more than that, as Gourry found himself thrusting wildly against Zel's hand. A part of him wanted to draw it out and enjoy more of Zel's cries, but he knew the chimera couldn't take much more. Vowing to have Zel again, Gourry offered mercy for now. Relaxing his throat, he took Zel completely, breathing carefully through his nose as he waited for the resulting flow.
Zelgadis didn't disappoint. He gasped twice, then grabbed the pillow to cover his face before screaming through his release. It rose to a shriek when he felt Gourry swallowing his come without hesitation. Inwardly Zel knew he was losing it, and made a last ditch effort to bring Gourry with him to this unnameable peak.
He didn't know how the shaman did it. He thought Zel was too far gone for anything beyond breathing, moaning, and yelling, let alone spellcasting. It just didn't make any sense. Then again, this was Zelgadis. If anyone could somehow manage to cast a spell in the very middle of an orgasm, it figured the chimera would.
Of course, this was all in hindsight to what actually happened. The warm hand surrounding his cock squeezed, sending a bolt of electricity racing through him. Though too weak to do real harm, it was powerful enough to make the blond seize. He screamed around the flesh he suckled, his hips pumping against the bed as his own climax took hold.
The two writhed together, Zel's voice muffled by the pillow, Gourry's muffled by Zel. When the last tendrils of their release finally left them, the two sagged into the bed, Gourry shifting to rest his head on Zel's stomach as they both gasped for air.
"Wh-what was that?" heaved Gourry.
Zel stared at the ceiling, eyes glazed as he worked to get enough air to respond. "Weak, altered Mono Volt," he panted. "First time... I got to use it."
"Don't make a habit. My heart would explode." Gourry recovered enough to pull the cover off the pillow to cover the dampness on the sheet. It would have to do, since that was all he had the energy for. He dragged the covers over both of them before settling down, draping an arm over the chimera's chest to pull him closer. Zel didn't protest, sighing as he scooted deeper into Gourry's embrace.
"Gourry," he murmured, "thank you."
"Just a sample." The swordsman smiled, "Like I said, you're no monster. Monsters don't get to do what we just did."
"Guess you're right." Zelgadis wasn't completely sure about that. It would take a bit more convincing, but if Gourry was willing and as persuasive as he was tonight, Zel would definitely listen. For now, his body was sated and needed rest. He was beginning to drift off when Gourry's sleepy voice stopped him.
"Hey, Zel. No what else monsters don't do?"
"What?"
Gourry shifted again, and Zel found himself tucked rather close to the blond, his head resting under Gourry's chin.
"They don't get to show their lovers just what other kinky things their magic can do. G'night." Gourry yawned and fell asleep, leaving poor Zel to groan as he imagined the many perverted dreams he'd get from that for the rest of the night. Looking at the blond, Zel could only smile as he settled down as well.
"Goodnight, Gourry. And thank you." The chimera closed his eyes, allowing himself to forget his usual fears as he enjoyed the strong arms around him. His last conscious thought was that nobody would hold a monster like that.
Maybe he really wasn't a monster after all.
~ finis ~

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