Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Today ( Chapter 28 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 28, 'Today'
"How's Rayne?"
"Goku, she's ok. That's the fourth time I've told you this morning."
"She's stopped bleeding?"
"She did last night."
"So she's ok?"
"…Yes, she's ok."
"Does it still hurt her?"
"…Yes, but... she's recovering fast. She's Saiyan! And if she takes after your head, she'll be fine." Bulma managed to lift the coffee cup to her lips this time after all the questions. "Honestly... You guys have gotten so maternal these days. You, Goten, Gohan, Pan, Bra…"
Goku looked surprised. "How about Vegeta?" He asked.
Bulma smirked. "I know he feels strongly towards Arienne." She said. "But... it's a little different from Bra. Bra is his little princess. He still sees Arienne in the same light... but differently. To him, Arienne is more like a second son. She won't let him close enough to be a daddy's girl."
Bulma gave a small laugh. Goku looked at her questioningly. "Oh, nothing! I'm just thinking… " The woman giggled. "Gohan and Goten especially have been the most maternal out of the guys. Eira is already at princess status, you can tell by the way Goten babies her. And Gohan seems to have taken it upon himself to try keep Tristian in check."
"Tristian…" Goku mused.
Bulma took another sip of her coffee and crossed her legs over. "I'm not sure what's happening with him. To be honest... I'm sort of worried. He came in this morning, and… tried to pay me for their living costs so far."
Goku raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He feels in debt to us?"
"Perhaps." Bulma said quietly. "He shouldn't... I can't understand it. I'm just curious how he got hold of it. They came here with no Earth currency."
Goku's face brightened. "Bulma! He won that bet money from Trunks! That's what it was!" He explained.
Bulma smiled. "Of course! That's how he had it." She said. Relief filled her as she finished her drink. She stood up, stretching a little. "Ah well... work to be done." She said, winking at Goku before leaving the room.
__*__
Tristian rubbed his face with the towel, trying to type in the gravity room keypad at the same time. "Damn!" He muttered as he typed the wrong code over and over. He pounded on the keyboard with frustration. To his surprise, the door opened. "Oh yeah, I have the touch, he smirked, drying around his neck as he walked in.
He immediately collided with an angry Vegeta. "Watch it brat." He barked.
Tristian wrinkled his nose. "Man, you stink." He said out loud.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "…What????"
Tristian grinned cheekily. "Its kinda sexy… don't worry." He murmured.
Vegeta paused to glare at him. But Tristian wasn't watching. He was rubbing himself down with the towel, seemingly in another world. Vegeta watched with annoyance at the boy's insolence. Tristian didn't notice. He rubbed the soft towel from his toned stomach, over his sculptured abs and his broad chest. He walked into the gravity room in his contented trance. He sat down on one of the training mats, and discarded the towel, just in his training shorts and boots now. He gave an almost animal shudder, as if to shake the last water droplets from his body. He began to stretch sensually, his arm muscles in turn.
Vegeta found himself stood in the doorway. He snorted with disapproval at the whole display. Tristian heard, and a cheeky grin appeared on his face. To the surprise of the watching prince, he began to purr at Vegeta. Short sensual bursts of purring. His eyes were innocent but twinkling with mischief. He rolled onto his back on the training mat, purring and closing his eyes. He opened them again, swaying his tail in a feline way, his eyes seductive and wanting. Everything about him was sexy, every gesture, every look. Vegeta found he could not tear his eyes away. Tristian finally broke his sensuous eye contact, closing his eyes again, swaying his tail agonizingly slowly, and purring softly with amusement. A smirk was evident on his lips.
Vegeta frowned with a mix of annoyance…and frustration. "Baka…" He hissed, striding off in a rage, slamming the door behind him. Tristian lay back on the mat, smirking slowly. His tail swished fondly as he began to doze.
_*_Dream_*_
"So this is Arienne's Daddy, huh?" Tristian asked. The two young Saiyan youths peered with interest into the isolation chamber. Its inhabitant was Vegeta, the Saiyan prince.
Cadell nodded. "He is also one of my ascendants." He turned away with disinterest, heading back down the corridor.
The 16-year-old Tristian stepped up to the observation window. He found himself staring with wonder at the man. His hand lifted to the glass. It almost took his breath away. New feelings began to stir in the young male, the hairs on his tail bristling. Some sort of attraction… He tilted his head to the side, taking in the sight. His eyes trailed over the man's muscles, and his harsh features. Tristian began to feel afraid of the older man, but this was mixed with enthrallment and excitement. His tail began to sway of it's own accord.
Vegeta looked up at the young male, his dark eyes dangerous and wild, like an untamed animal. The Saiyan growled at the younger of his species, but at the same time stared curiously back at its admirer.
"Saiyan! Get your butt down to the flight deck! Razor is going to have your ass!" A gruff voice snapped. Tristian backed away, but found himself hesitating. He heard heavy footsteps approaching, and the nimble young Saiyan male turned and ran down the corridor after his sibling.
__*__
More dreams followed, and the youth began to shake in his sleep. He bolted awake with a cry. He glanced around the room, every nerve in his body alert.
He was sweating.
He felt his muscles tremble lightly. He shakily struggled to his feet, shuddering, before beginning to vigorously work each muscle.
He wouldn't break.
He closed his eyes as he worked out, more sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
Not today.
__*__
Pan sighed. She lay back on her bed, the noon sunlight filtering through skylight above her. She was at her parents' house again. She sat up, gazing around boredly. She could hear the low murmur of voices and movement downstairs. She got up, softly padding downstairs. She was fairly surprised to see Cadell, Eira, Rhiamon, Goten and Trunks down there in the kitchen, eating a takeaway... or several. Pan met Goten's gaze first, and he tore his eyes away just as fast as her.
Rhiamon looked dejected, stirring his noodles absently. Pan sighed. If it was enough to turn a Saiyan of their food, it was bad.
"Pan, can't you talk some sense into Marron?" Trunks asked suddenly, watching her gaze at Rhiamon.
Rhiamon cut him off. "No. There's nothing that can be done. She either accepts it, or she doesn't. I'll face her decision, no matter what it is." He said firmly.
Pan frowned. No wonder he looked so downbeat. He had had that sudden break up with Marron. Pan knew Marron was pining just as much for him, but... Rhiamon was right. There was nothing they could do.
"I think we should think of ways to cheer him up!" Eira cried. Rhiamon looked at her skeptically.
"Eira… Listen, That's a nice thought, but…"
Eira shushed him, pausing to think. "You need something to take your mind of it." She flicked her finger knowingly. A cheeky grin spread on her face. "I know! Look what I bought at Victoria's secret yesterday, isn't it pretty?" She said as she pulled her top up, exposing her bra.
Everyone in the room froze. Eira's new bra was pink lace, with deep pink fluffy trim. Rhiamon's eyes were wide. Cadell slowly smiled. He laughed softly, then threw back his head with a deep laugh. Rhiamon began to smirk too, before joining Cadell, roaring with laughter. Eira pulled her top back into place, and the two male youths still laughed. Rhiamon ruffled Eira's hair affectionately, kissing her on the forehead.
Eira waggled her finger knowingly again. "See? I knew I could get you to smile." She said with a grin. Goten slumped his head to the table with exasperation. Trunks patted him helpfully on the back.
__*__
Tristian left the gravity room, buttoning his shirt up. The door shut behind him, and he walked casually down the corridors, then up the stairs. He was more relaxed, through exhaustion than anything. His body had stopped trembling from his dreams. He stretched his arms behind his head as he walked down the guest corridor.
He wasn't watching as he again collided with someone. Vegeta growled from deep in his throat. "Baka! Must you be in my way the entire damn day?" He barked.
Tristian paused. "Well, sorry…" he said, drawing out the words. He huffed, glaring at the prince. "I you weren't so damn tense, you'd be a lot less stressed, you know that?" Tristian moved quickly, beginning to massage the prince's tense muscles.
Vegeta stumbled backwards. "What are you doing?" He yelled. Tristian just purred. He turned to leave. "Don't turn your back on me, brat!" Vegeta growled.
Tristian turned back to the prince. "Listen, do you want me to stay or go?" He asked. He began to smirk. "I don't mind which…" He leaned back against the wall, with a short snip of purring.
"You're playing with fire boy. You don't know who you're dealing with." Vegeta snapped.
Tristian looked at Vegeta tantalizingly, like a predator eyeing its prey. "I think I do…" he purred. He leaned back more sensually, beginning to sway his tail.
"Keep your hormones to yourself boy." Vegeta snapped with annoyance. "I'm not just some baka female you can seduce."
"Who said it was free?" Tristian murmured. He closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again. "But maybe you can't afford me…"
"Brat… if I wanted you I'd take you." Vegeta huffed.
Tristian pretended to look hurt. "So you're not even tempted. You know something? I don't believe you…"
Vegeta growled again. "Brat, you don't know what you're dealing with. You couldn't handle it." He smirked.
Tristian gazed back, his face wanting and innocent. "Try me…" he whispered teasingly. He began to laugh softly.
…His laughter quickly died as he saw Vegeta looked serious. There was no sign of annoyance or humor in his features. This at first took Tristian by surprise. Something in his face…
Tristian glanced back into the room, before walking backwards into it as if inviting Vegeta to follow. Vegeta walked in too, full of curiosity. He let the door shut behind him. Not a word was spoken between them. Tristian moved to slowly loosen his shirt. He seductively unfastened the buttons, letting it fall from his shoulders onto the floor. Vegeta kept his eyes transfixed on him, not saying anything. Tristian paused, then undid his trousers, letting them fall down too. He stepped out of them, so he was only in his black silk boxers now. All the time keeping his gaze on Vegeta, his eyes wide and innocent. He knew his promiscuous and seductive actions were affecting Vegeta to a great extent. He moved back to the bed, climbing on and moving backwards so he was kneeling in the middle, still gazing at Vegeta. Vegeta unfolded his arms, stepping towards the bed. He climbed onto it too, kneeling in front of Tristian. Tristian looked at him searchingly, as if questioning what he wanted. He leant forward to the prince, and began gently nibbling his neck, kissing down his bare chest. Vegeta felt his arousal grow at the youth's skills. Tristian kissed slowly back up, catching the princes' lips in a passionate kiss. Vegeta responded, his tongue meeting Tristian's. Tristian pulled away. He glanced once at Vegeta before sensually lying down on the bed. He kept his face turned away as Vegeta gently grasped his hips with his hands, spreading his thighs and moving between them. Tristian tantalizingly lifted his pelvis up, arching his back off the bed as Vegeta's hand ran over his incredibly sculptured muscles. There was a cold obedience and submission with which he performed such sensuous acts. Vegeta paused, and the youth lay still, as though waiting for the next instruction, inviting him to do with him as he pleased. His face was still turned away. Vegeta reached out with his hand to turn Tristian's face towards him. He was shocked. Tristian's face was cold. No emotions whatsoever were there. He was mechanical, soulless. His magnetic cheeky eyes were now unsure and perhaps even a little afraid. The innocence was startling. Vegeta let go of his jaw. Now he was certain just how the youth was making this money. He moved from on top of him, stepping off the bed. He bent down to pick up Tristian's clothes from the floor. He lightly tossed them at the now sitting up youth.
"Get dressed boy." He instructed. Tristian silently re-dressed. The men left the room, not making any contact with each other as they headed in different directions.
__*__
Tristian strode fast along the corridor. Thoughts and feelings were swirling in his mind and heart. He stopped, clutching his head. "Go away…" He muttered with annoyance at the static there. He paused, leaning against a wall.
"Tristian?" Rhiamon walked out of the shadows. He looked at Tristian's confused face with concern.
Tristian didn't look at him at first, he clenched his eyes shut, his whole body shaking. Rhiamon stepped closer. "Tristian… what's wrong?" He was surprised as Tristian's hand reached forward to clutch Rhiamon's shirt. Rhiamon looked down slowly at the hand, then trailed to Tristian's face.
Tristian gazed up at Rhiamon from beneath him, his eyes needing and innocent. "Hold me…?" He asked simply, his hand clutching the shirt softly.
Rhiamon's eyes softened, recognizing the pain in his the other youth's face, the same pain that was in his own heart. He took Tristian's hand loosely in his, leading him along the corridor.
_*_
Tristian moved his shoulders as Rhiamon gently pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Tristian's eyes gazed at Rhiamon intently, his face searching. He seemed like he would cry at any second, his dark eyes wistful and sorrowful. Rhiamon understood silently, taking him in his arms, kissing his sorrow away.
_*Tristian closed his eyes, burying his face against Rhiamon's strong arms, feeling the strong body pressed against his back. Rhiamon kept his arms securely around him, just holding him silently. He kissed Tristian's neck sensually, gently stroking his hand across Tristian's toned abdomen soothingly. Not a word was said between them. Nothing needed to be said, each understood and accepted the raw comfort and physical contact with a deep contentment.
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 28, 'Today'
"How's Rayne?"
"Goku, she's ok. That's the fourth time I've told you this morning."
"She's stopped bleeding?"
"She did last night."
"So she's ok?"
"…Yes, she's ok."
"Does it still hurt her?"
"…Yes, but... she's recovering fast. She's Saiyan! And if she takes after your head, she'll be fine." Bulma managed to lift the coffee cup to her lips this time after all the questions. "Honestly... You guys have gotten so maternal these days. You, Goten, Gohan, Pan, Bra…"
Goku looked surprised. "How about Vegeta?" He asked.
Bulma smirked. "I know he feels strongly towards Arienne." She said. "But... it's a little different from Bra. Bra is his little princess. He still sees Arienne in the same light... but differently. To him, Arienne is more like a second son. She won't let him close enough to be a daddy's girl."
Bulma gave a small laugh. Goku looked at her questioningly. "Oh, nothing! I'm just thinking… " The woman giggled. "Gohan and Goten especially have been the most maternal out of the guys. Eira is already at princess status, you can tell by the way Goten babies her. And Gohan seems to have taken it upon himself to try keep Tristian in check."
"Tristian…" Goku mused.
Bulma took another sip of her coffee and crossed her legs over. "I'm not sure what's happening with him. To be honest... I'm sort of worried. He came in this morning, and… tried to pay me for their living costs so far."
Goku raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He feels in debt to us?"
"Perhaps." Bulma said quietly. "He shouldn't... I can't understand it. I'm just curious how he got hold of it. They came here with no Earth currency."
Goku's face brightened. "Bulma! He won that bet money from Trunks! That's what it was!" He explained.
Bulma smiled. "Of course! That's how he had it." She said. Relief filled her as she finished her drink. She stood up, stretching a little. "Ah well... work to be done." She said, winking at Goku before leaving the room.
__*__
Tristian rubbed his face with the towel, trying to type in the gravity room keypad at the same time. "Damn!" He muttered as he typed the wrong code over and over. He pounded on the keyboard with frustration. To his surprise, the door opened. "Oh yeah, I have the touch, he smirked, drying around his neck as he walked in.
He immediately collided with an angry Vegeta. "Watch it brat." He barked.
Tristian wrinkled his nose. "Man, you stink." He said out loud.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "…What????"
Tristian grinned cheekily. "Its kinda sexy… don't worry." He murmured.
Vegeta paused to glare at him. But Tristian wasn't watching. He was rubbing himself down with the towel, seemingly in another world. Vegeta watched with annoyance at the boy's insolence. Tristian didn't notice. He rubbed the soft towel from his toned stomach, over his sculptured abs and his broad chest. He walked into the gravity room in his contented trance. He sat down on one of the training mats, and discarded the towel, just in his training shorts and boots now. He gave an almost animal shudder, as if to shake the last water droplets from his body. He began to stretch sensually, his arm muscles in turn.
Vegeta found himself stood in the doorway. He snorted with disapproval at the whole display. Tristian heard, and a cheeky grin appeared on his face. To the surprise of the watching prince, he began to purr at Vegeta. Short sensual bursts of purring. His eyes were innocent but twinkling with mischief. He rolled onto his back on the training mat, purring and closing his eyes. He opened them again, swaying his tail in a feline way, his eyes seductive and wanting. Everything about him was sexy, every gesture, every look. Vegeta found he could not tear his eyes away. Tristian finally broke his sensuous eye contact, closing his eyes again, swaying his tail agonizingly slowly, and purring softly with amusement. A smirk was evident on his lips.
Vegeta frowned with a mix of annoyance…and frustration. "Baka…" He hissed, striding off in a rage, slamming the door behind him. Tristian lay back on the mat, smirking slowly. His tail swished fondly as he began to doze.
_*_Dream_*_
"So this is Arienne's Daddy, huh?" Tristian asked. The two young Saiyan youths peered with interest into the isolation chamber. Its inhabitant was Vegeta, the Saiyan prince.
Cadell nodded. "He is also one of my ascendants." He turned away with disinterest, heading back down the corridor.
The 16-year-old Tristian stepped up to the observation window. He found himself staring with wonder at the man. His hand lifted to the glass. It almost took his breath away. New feelings began to stir in the young male, the hairs on his tail bristling. Some sort of attraction… He tilted his head to the side, taking in the sight. His eyes trailed over the man's muscles, and his harsh features. Tristian began to feel afraid of the older man, but this was mixed with enthrallment and excitement. His tail began to sway of it's own accord.
Vegeta looked up at the young male, his dark eyes dangerous and wild, like an untamed animal. The Saiyan growled at the younger of his species, but at the same time stared curiously back at its admirer.
"Saiyan! Get your butt down to the flight deck! Razor is going to have your ass!" A gruff voice snapped. Tristian backed away, but found himself hesitating. He heard heavy footsteps approaching, and the nimble young Saiyan male turned and ran down the corridor after his sibling.
__*__
More dreams followed, and the youth began to shake in his sleep. He bolted awake with a cry. He glanced around the room, every nerve in his body alert.
He was sweating.
He felt his muscles tremble lightly. He shakily struggled to his feet, shuddering, before beginning to vigorously work each muscle.
He wouldn't break.
He closed his eyes as he worked out, more sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
Not today.
__*__
Pan sighed. She lay back on her bed, the noon sunlight filtering through skylight above her. She was at her parents' house again. She sat up, gazing around boredly. She could hear the low murmur of voices and movement downstairs. She got up, softly padding downstairs. She was fairly surprised to see Cadell, Eira, Rhiamon, Goten and Trunks down there in the kitchen, eating a takeaway... or several. Pan met Goten's gaze first, and he tore his eyes away just as fast as her.
Rhiamon looked dejected, stirring his noodles absently. Pan sighed. If it was enough to turn a Saiyan of their food, it was bad.
"Pan, can't you talk some sense into Marron?" Trunks asked suddenly, watching her gaze at Rhiamon.
Rhiamon cut him off. "No. There's nothing that can be done. She either accepts it, or she doesn't. I'll face her decision, no matter what it is." He said firmly.
Pan frowned. No wonder he looked so downbeat. He had had that sudden break up with Marron. Pan knew Marron was pining just as much for him, but... Rhiamon was right. There was nothing they could do.
"I think we should think of ways to cheer him up!" Eira cried. Rhiamon looked at her skeptically.
"Eira… Listen, That's a nice thought, but…"
Eira shushed him, pausing to think. "You need something to take your mind of it." She flicked her finger knowingly. A cheeky grin spread on her face. "I know! Look what I bought at Victoria's secret yesterday, isn't it pretty?" She said as she pulled her top up, exposing her bra.
Everyone in the room froze. Eira's new bra was pink lace, with deep pink fluffy trim. Rhiamon's eyes were wide. Cadell slowly smiled. He laughed softly, then threw back his head with a deep laugh. Rhiamon began to smirk too, before joining Cadell, roaring with laughter. Eira pulled her top back into place, and the two male youths still laughed. Rhiamon ruffled Eira's hair affectionately, kissing her on the forehead.
Eira waggled her finger knowingly again. "See? I knew I could get you to smile." She said with a grin. Goten slumped his head to the table with exasperation. Trunks patted him helpfully on the back.
__*__
Tristian left the gravity room, buttoning his shirt up. The door shut behind him, and he walked casually down the corridors, then up the stairs. He was more relaxed, through exhaustion than anything. His body had stopped trembling from his dreams. He stretched his arms behind his head as he walked down the guest corridor.
He wasn't watching as he again collided with someone. Vegeta growled from deep in his throat. "Baka! Must you be in my way the entire damn day?" He barked.
Tristian paused. "Well, sorry…" he said, drawing out the words. He huffed, glaring at the prince. "I you weren't so damn tense, you'd be a lot less stressed, you know that?" Tristian moved quickly, beginning to massage the prince's tense muscles.
Vegeta stumbled backwards. "What are you doing?" He yelled. Tristian just purred. He turned to leave. "Don't turn your back on me, brat!" Vegeta growled.
Tristian turned back to the prince. "Listen, do you want me to stay or go?" He asked. He began to smirk. "I don't mind which…" He leaned back against the wall, with a short snip of purring.
"You're playing with fire boy. You don't know who you're dealing with." Vegeta snapped.
Tristian looked at Vegeta tantalizingly, like a predator eyeing its prey. "I think I do…" he purred. He leaned back more sensually, beginning to sway his tail.
"Keep your hormones to yourself boy." Vegeta snapped with annoyance. "I'm not just some baka female you can seduce."
"Who said it was free?" Tristian murmured. He closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again. "But maybe you can't afford me…"
"Brat… if I wanted you I'd take you." Vegeta huffed.
Tristian pretended to look hurt. "So you're not even tempted. You know something? I don't believe you…"
Vegeta growled again. "Brat, you don't know what you're dealing with. You couldn't handle it." He smirked.
Tristian gazed back, his face wanting and innocent. "Try me…" he whispered teasingly. He began to laugh softly.
…His laughter quickly died as he saw Vegeta looked serious. There was no sign of annoyance or humor in his features. This at first took Tristian by surprise. Something in his face…
Tristian glanced back into the room, before walking backwards into it as if inviting Vegeta to follow. Vegeta walked in too, full of curiosity. He let the door shut behind him. Not a word was spoken between them. Tristian moved to slowly loosen his shirt. He seductively unfastened the buttons, letting it fall from his shoulders onto the floor. Vegeta kept his eyes transfixed on him, not saying anything. Tristian paused, then undid his trousers, letting them fall down too. He stepped out of them, so he was only in his black silk boxers now. All the time keeping his gaze on Vegeta, his eyes wide and innocent. He knew his promiscuous and seductive actions were affecting Vegeta to a great extent. He moved back to the bed, climbing on and moving backwards so he was kneeling in the middle, still gazing at Vegeta. Vegeta unfolded his arms, stepping towards the bed. He climbed onto it too, kneeling in front of Tristian. Tristian looked at him searchingly, as if questioning what he wanted. He leant forward to the prince, and began gently nibbling his neck, kissing down his bare chest. Vegeta felt his arousal grow at the youth's skills. Tristian kissed slowly back up, catching the princes' lips in a passionate kiss. Vegeta responded, his tongue meeting Tristian's. Tristian pulled away. He glanced once at Vegeta before sensually lying down on the bed. He kept his face turned away as Vegeta gently grasped his hips with his hands, spreading his thighs and moving between them. Tristian tantalizingly lifted his pelvis up, arching his back off the bed as Vegeta's hand ran over his incredibly sculptured muscles. There was a cold obedience and submission with which he performed such sensuous acts. Vegeta paused, and the youth lay still, as though waiting for the next instruction, inviting him to do with him as he pleased. His face was still turned away. Vegeta reached out with his hand to turn Tristian's face towards him. He was shocked. Tristian's face was cold. No emotions whatsoever were there. He was mechanical, soulless. His magnetic cheeky eyes were now unsure and perhaps even a little afraid. The innocence was startling. Vegeta let go of his jaw. Now he was certain just how the youth was making this money. He moved from on top of him, stepping off the bed. He bent down to pick up Tristian's clothes from the floor. He lightly tossed them at the now sitting up youth.
"Get dressed boy." He instructed. Tristian silently re-dressed. The men left the room, not making any contact with each other as they headed in different directions.
__*__
Tristian strode fast along the corridor. Thoughts and feelings were swirling in his mind and heart. He stopped, clutching his head. "Go away…" He muttered with annoyance at the static there. He paused, leaning against a wall.
"Tristian?" Rhiamon walked out of the shadows. He looked at Tristian's confused face with concern.
Tristian didn't look at him at first, he clenched his eyes shut, his whole body shaking. Rhiamon stepped closer. "Tristian… what's wrong?" He was surprised as Tristian's hand reached forward to clutch Rhiamon's shirt. Rhiamon looked down slowly at the hand, then trailed to Tristian's face.
Tristian gazed up at Rhiamon from beneath him, his eyes needing and innocent. "Hold me…?" He asked simply, his hand clutching the shirt softly.
Rhiamon's eyes softened, recognizing the pain in his the other youth's face, the same pain that was in his own heart. He took Tristian's hand loosely in his, leading him along the corridor.
_*_
Tristian moved his shoulders as Rhiamon gently pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Tristian's eyes gazed at Rhiamon intently, his face searching. He seemed like he would cry at any second, his dark eyes wistful and sorrowful. Rhiamon understood silently, taking him in his arms, kissing his sorrow away.
_*Tristian closed his eyes, burying his face against Rhiamon's strong arms, feeling the strong body pressed against his back. Rhiamon kept his arms securely around him, just holding him silently. He kissed Tristian's neck sensually, gently stroking his hand across Tristian's toned abdomen soothingly. Not a word was said between them. Nothing needed to be said, each understood and accepted the raw comfort and physical contact with a deep contentment.