Fan Fiction ❯ Library Liaison ❯ Library Liaisons ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I, Cassandra Smith, the authoress Dracoqueen22, am the sole owner of Jareth, Rivalen, the world of Raetaen and anything else you might find in this document. If you steal from me, I will cut out your heart with a spoon. And eat it on top of a mountain of cherry-chocolate ice cream. Be respectful, please.

 

Library Liaison

 

“I knew I would find you here.”

 

Rivalen looked up from the book he had been engrossed in to find the captain standing in the doorway of the library. The brunet man with chocolate brown eyes stood nonchalantly, leaning against the frame with arms crossed over his loose white shirt.

 

He had originally come to the library to find some peace and solitude but was not surprised to find it disturbed. Usually the friends left him alone, especially when it was obvious he wanted it to be so, but there were times that their leader made it a point to make himself a nuisance. It seemed that this would be one of them.

 

“You were looking for me?” the dark-haired man questioned, golden eyes searching the other's face for some sort of clue. He closed his book, conversation with the skipper destined to distract him. It wasn't unusual for Jareth to come looking for him. Sometimes if faced with a difficult decision, he was consulted, if only to offer a conflicting logical viewpoint.

 

Jareth smirked, stepping fully into the room, an attempt at innocence on his face. He swiftly crossed the length of the well-stocked library, an oddity on such an airship and moved to the back of the room where Rivalen was eyeing him rather coldly. He stood before the dark-clothed man sitting on the chair.

 

“Being wet suits you,” commented the brunet idly, openly running his eyes across Rivalen's body. The dark-haired man was rather tall but not exactly lithe. He was swordsman, like Jareth himself, and had the body of one as well. The golden-eyed man was muscled in all the right places, and his somewhat damp clothing clung to his body, making the captain have to swallow thickly at the arousal that was building within his body. For all his masculinity, Rivalen was also a very beautiful man with his elegant if not aristocratic features.

 

The taller man swung his legs around and sat up on the chair. He raised an eyebrow. “Is there a reason for this invasion of my solitude?” He either didn't notice that Jareth was ogling him or didn't seem to care.

 

“I would have thought it was obvious.” Jareth shrugged and snatched the book from Rivalen's hold. “What's this? The Legend of Erebus and Its Beginnings?” He eyed his companion. “Brooding again?”

 

Rivalen sighed in annoyance as he glared at the captain, unable to stop himself from running his eyes over Jareth's form. The two had been on and off again drax buddies for the past six months. He wasn't sure exactly how it started or why, though he suspected the night everyone had celebrated a large monster haul with alcohol and had convinced him to participate in the drinking had something to do with it. He had vowed never to again touch anything that Tolian claimed he had concocted himself, and so far, he had not broken that promise.

 

Yet, there was something in his pseudo relationship with the captain that kept them both keeping up their façade. Behind all the arguing and thinly veiled anger, there was a passion that thought without such a vile thing as love; it left them wanting more. Both of them knew that nothing would every come out of such liaisons; Jareth had Phaedra after all, but commitment had nothing to do with the two of them. It was simply… sex. And mind-blowing, incredible, orgasm-inducing sex at that.

 

Jareth was significantly more muscular than he was but that probably had more to do with the fact the captain's sword was nearly three times larger than Rivalen's own, although for this particular excursion it seemed the weapon and its sheath had been left behind. Not to mention that Jareth had once been a soldier. He had been trained for combat and battle. Rivalen, more or less the book worm, though he kept that a secret, was not much for going out and training. He wasn't exactly breathtaking looking, but his face had a charming quality, kind of boy-next-door looks, and his eyes were what drew the dark-haired man.

 

Rivalen stood to his feet and swiped the tome back from the captain. “I do not brood,” he insisted frostily, eyes flashing with irritation.

 

Jareth grinned lecherously before he swooped in, grabbing the front of the dark-haired man's shirt and claiming his lips quickly, jabbing his tongue through the parted flesh and delving into the taller man's moist cavern. He enjoyed Rivalen's taste… something dark and exotic, no matter what the man had been eating. The dark-haired man didn't object at first, returning the kiss with just as much passion as arousal began to thread its way through his body. The book clattered to the floor, but neither man noticed.

 

The need for air separated the two men. “I would have expected a greater protest.” Jareth refused to release his grip on the golden-eyed man as he smirked.

 

Rivalen growled before easily breaking the older man's grip. He quickly grabbed onto Jareth's shoulders and pushed him up against the nearest bookcase. The brown-eyed man's back hit the shelves hard, but he didn't protest. Not when Rivalen was lowering his head to absorb him in another violent kiss, lips bruised with the force of it as teeth nibbled on his lower lip.

 

The dark-haired man pressed his body up against the older man's, rubbing their groins together as Jareth moaned against him, reaching out and entangling a hand in the younger man's hair. With his other hand, he dug around into his pocket, probing for the slim bottle of oil he had stashed there earlier when he first started searching for Rivalen.

 

He moaned audibly when the golden-eyed man ground up against him again, eliciting sparks of fire across his nerves and causing his cock to fill to almost ridiculous proportions. Finally, his fingers closed about the vial, and he pulled it out, reaching in between their bodies to dangle the lube in front of Rivalen's face. Their mouths separated with a perceptible smack as the dark-haired man pulled away. His eyes narrowed slightly at sight of the bottle.

 

“Here?” he questioned though his gaze did not leave the face of the Captain.

 

Jareth shrugged slyly. “No one ever comes down here but you and Matey, and I know for a fact Tolian is too busy yelling at him to allow him some free time.”

 

Rivalen eyed the bottle before releasing one of the brunet's shoulders and plucking the vial out of his hand. He appeared to consider his choices when Jareth shifted his hips, rubbing their groins and stiffened shafts together. Eyelids fluttered over golden eyes, and he knew he couldn't say no. The older man was altogether far too tempting.

 

Gripping the bottle tightly, Rivalen leaned in for another kiss, pressing his lips to Jareth's at the same moment he turned the captain towards the chair. The shelves were definitely not sturdy enough to handle the pounding that the brunet was destined to receive. He slipped his tongue between the brown-eyed man's lips, nibbling on his lips as he pushed him backwards in the direction of the chair that Rivalen had occupied earlier.

 

Jareth moaned his hands moving to the front of Rivalen's chest, running his fingers up under the dark fabric and tracing the contours of the raven-haired man's skin. His sword-calloused fingers found two nipples, quickly caressing them into hardness. Rivalen bit back a groan as he released his hold on the brunet's lips and started trailing a range of kisses across his chin, nipping as he did so until he got to the back of Jareth's jaw.

 

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin, biting down lightly before giving it a suck. There would probably be a mark left behind, but he was not concerned. That would just force Jareth to hide it, giving him a small measure of satisfaction for his solitude being disturbed. The brunet moaned beneath him, and he smiled satisfactorily before moving on.

 

He ran his tongue over the warm skin that he found before licking intently on the brunet's ear. His tongue curled around the shell of Jareth's ear, and the captain couldn't help but moan. It was one of his erogenous zones, instantly making fire race through his veins and igniting every dormant flame.

 

His cock strained for release in his pants and he couldn't wait to feel Rivalen inside him. The dark-haired man could fill him like no other… not even his one other previous male lover, whose name he didn't care to think about such an inopportune time. One of his hands continued to caress the dark-haired man's nipples as the other trailed downwards, reaching for the tie to his pants.

 

The back of Jareth's knees hit the arm of the chair, and he could go no further. Rivalen pressed up against him for a moment, free hand moving to open the brunet's pants. His fingers deftly opened the fabric before diving inside, curling the digits around the captain's hard length. The brunet moaned appreciatively as he bucked up into the caressing hand as he was stroked slowly. He rubbed a thumb over the older man's weeping slit, pleased when Jareth bucked up helplessly into his touch.

 

“Unngh,” Jareth gasped, reaching to return the favor. Yet, before he could wrap his fingers around Rivalen's shaft, the mimicker released him and turned him around quickly, pushing him over the arm of the chair until he was bent, his arms propping him up. His pants pooled around his feet with the movement, and he could feel a breath of cool air brush across his bare cheeks.

 

Fingers trailed over the globes of flesh even as he heard the sound of more fabric falling. He could only assume that Rivalen's pants had dropped as well. He smirked as he pushed his ass backwards, rubbing his bare skin against the dark-haired man's shaft, it already slick with precum.

 

“Glad to know something can melt that icy heart,” the brunet commented. Arousal swept through his body at an amazing rate. It felt like his veins were on fire, and he gasped out loud.

 

Rivalen uncapped the bottle of oil with one hand as rubbed the head of his shaft across the bare skin in front of him. Jareth had a nice ass, and he moaned as he remembered how it felt to be buried deep inside the captain.

 

“Be quiet,” he mumbled, “or I'll leave you here like this.”

 

The brunet closed his mouth and complied. The younger man resisted the urge to smirk and coated his fingers with oil instead. The soft aroma of some herbal concoction filled the air around him. Without further preamble, Rivalen trailed a lubricated hand across the exposed buttocks in front of him before pressing one finger to the pink, puckered flesh.

 

Jareth moaned when he felt the digit enter him, unconsciously bucking backwards on the intrusion. This time, the golden-eyed man couldn't resist the smirk that took over his face as he stretched the captain, quickly adding another finger and curling them inside, searching for the prostrate. He knew he had found it when the brunet gasped and clenched around his fingers. The mimicker began to scissor his fingers to widen the skipper, trying to ignore the pulsing of his cock between his legs.

 

With his free hand he pushed up the edge of the brunet's shirt before leaning over to lick and kiss up Jareth's spine. He grazed his teeth over the flesh, eyes noting with satisfaction the goosepimpling of the captain's flesh. He slyly added a third finger, pumping the digits in and out of the brunet's body as Jareth writhed on his hand. The brown-eyed man was eagerly pushing backwards on the intrusions, seeking more.

 

“Goddammit!” Jareth hissed. “Enough! Quit teasing already!”

 

Rivalen quit nibbling at the words and drew back, seeing the fruits of his labor. The older man was trembling visibly beneath him, sweat beading at the back of his neck.

 

“Too hot for you?” he questioned mildly before snatching up the discarded bottle of lube and slicking up his turgid shaft.

 

Jareth moaned angrily. “Dammit, Rivalen! Don't start your mind games with me.”

 

The ebony-haired man didn't bother to answer as he tossed the bottle of lube to the floor and aimed his aching shaft for the puckered piece of flesh. Without further preamble, he pushed himself inside, biting back a moan as he felt the hot, wet cavern wrap tight around him. After a moment, he was fully seated inside the brunet and gasping as he felt the man's channel squeezing around him. His hands automatically went to the skipper's hips, fingers grasping tightly.

 

Jareth moaned before pushing backwards on the intrusion, signaling to his lover that he was more than ready for him to move. Rivalen complied, pulling out slowly before pushing all the way again, setting up a slow and steady pace. He was careful to aim his hips just so, striking the man's prostate with every slow stroke.

 

The younger man loosened his hold on Jareth's hips just enough to reach around and take hold of the man's leaking and neglected cock. He began to pump him leisurely, as if enjoying this moment of control. The captain gasped and clutched at the fabric of the chair. It felt as if his skin were on fire, so aroused he was, and he wanted something more than the slow consideration he was given.

 

“I'm not mad of glass, Rivalen. Drax me!” demanded the brunet.

 

The golden-eyed man shook his head and glared at his lover, though Jareth couldn't see it. He released his hold on the man's shaft and gripped him tightly around the hips before pulling out only to slam in again, with ruthless force. The older man moaned long and hard, back arching with desire before he pushed backwards on the intrusion, proving that was what he wanted.

 

Rivalen repeated his action and began pounding with abandon into the man before him, fingers tight in their hold on his hips. Jareth clung to the chair, unable to do anything more against the relentless onslaught. The golden-eyed man panted with the exertion and his arousal.

 

“Gods…” he gasped. “So hot…”

 

Jareth responded by rotating his hips and pushing backwards. “More…” he gasped, letting out a small cry when Rivalen shoved into him with ferocity. His prostate was being stimulated relentlessly.

 

Seeking his release as his blood rushed through his veins as if it were on fire, the captain loosened his hold on the couch with one hand and reached between his legs to grasp his weeping cock. At the first touch, he moaned aloud, tightening his grip and fisting himself. He stroked up and down quickly, precum dribbling from the head making his hand slide over his cock.

 

Rivalen gasped as it seemed the impossibly tight grip on him became even tighter, milking him for all that he was worth. Jareth was panting with abandon now, and the dark-haired man knew that his lover was close. If it were possible, he increased his pace, providing more stimulation to the man's prostate as he did so. Eager to push him over the edge, he released his hold on the skipper's hip and reached around his body, finding a peaked nipple and tweaking it.

 

The brunet threw his head back and moaned a long, low cry of wordless abandoned as his entire body shuddered and writhed. His legs trembled, and it seemed all of his nerves and feelings were centered on that one point on his body. He came in great spurts of creamy seed, spilling out onto the velvet of Rivalen's favorite chair.

 

The dark-haired man groaned when he felt Jareth's inner muscles clenching around him. His entire body drew as taut as a bowstring as pleasure exploded within his mind and body. Unable to hold back anymore, he gasped loudly as he came, hand tight on the brunet's hip. He would probably leave a bruise, but Rivalen didn't particularly care.

 

Panting, the dark-haired man semi-collapsed against his lover's back, the two of them fighting to catch their breaths. After a moment, he gingerly let go of the brunet's hips and slowly pulled out of the warm cavern, his now softening shaft missing the feel already.

 

Jareth groaned and slowly stood, looking down at himself, somewhat a mess after their liaison and frowned. “I'm going to have to go shower now,” he complained.

 

Rivalen, who had at this point, pulled up his pants and quickly fastened them into place, trailed a lazy finger through a splash of cum that had gathered on the captain's stomach and brought it to his lips. Without preamble, he lazily licked the substance from his fingers, smoky golden gaze never leaving that of Jareth's.

 

The brunet was forced to shake his head in denial as he reached down to grab his own pants, digging into the pockets for the handkerchief he had stashed their earlier.

 

“Breygo, I needed that!” Jareth exclaimed as he idly cleaned himself up.

 

Rivalen shrugged and moved to pick up the book from where it had been abandoned earlier, his clothes now in their proper position. At first glance, except for the bright splash of color to his pale cheeks, it would seem that he had not just draxed his leader over the arm of his chair in the library.

 

The brunet frowned at his companions' lack of response as he shoved the soiled rag into the pocket of his clothes, and he tugged his pants back over his hips. Not that he really expected anything that was Rivalen's way. They both preferred everything to remain as it were, no emotion… just sex.

 

“We should be arriving in Niantha soon,” the younger man commented idly, as he thumbed through the book he had been reading earlier.

 

Jareth nodded. “I had better make sure Matey is still on course.” He picked up his discarded bottle of lube and moved towards the exit, passing by Rivalen as he did so. He couldn't resist the urge to smack the younger man's ass he did so. His own walk would be somewhat stilted for a few hours, but the captain was already well taught in how to handle such a limp.

 

Golden eyes narrowed in irritation. “Is my solitude my own?” he questioned, a roundabout way of asking to be left alone.

 

The skipper smirked as he paused in the doorway. “For now,” he answered before disappearing into the hallway, the door swinging shut behind him.

 

Rivalen sighed and headed back towards his chair, noting with only some disgust that it was still dirty. Jareth hadn't bothered to clean it. Shaking his head at the captain's boldness, the dark-haired man retrieved his cloak and tucked the book under his arm, determined to finish the tome in his room.

 

It wasn't the first time that Jareth and he had draxed each other senseless, nor would it be the last. With things boiling up to a crescendo, and they getting ever closer to Ahriman, Rivalen strongly suspected that he would be seeing more and more of his leader. They kept their pseudo relationship a secret and when the time came, both men knew it would be forgotten.

 

As the golden-eyed man made his way to his room, he couldn't help but wonder when Jareth would corner him next. And if the sudden twitching in his groin was any indication… he was looking forward to it… whenever that time came.

 

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