Okage, Shadow King Fan Fiction ❯ In the dressing room. ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Zenerworks and Sony own all rights to Okage/Boku to Maoh. I just like imagining them having sex.

Author's Notes:

I have one other Epros/Ari story. This is neither a piece of it, nor intended to be the beginning of another one. It's just a PWP, unapologetic straight up smut. XD Great isn't it? Just thought I'd tell you before you got too far in. Oh and ignore the dashes—they're just holding my formatting, since Mediaminer wants to eat it.

Ari gasped as long arms encircled his waist and a long hand wrapped around the side of his face. His green eyes drifted up towards the hand, and he could just barely make out a long blonde flyaway. Apparently he had been looking in the wrong direction, however, and his eyes darted down to his left as he felt a pair of soft, hot lips press against the juncture of his neck and jawbone. Ari took in a sharp breath as he felt the blonde smile against his neck and the tip of his nose trail up to his left temple. Ari could just see the purple of his stage-make-up in the very edge of his vision.

“Did you come, my sweet, to see the show?” Epros whispered just above Ari's ear—his face pressed flush against the top of Ari's head. “You missed it all, you know....”

“Actually—I came,” Ari stopped and strangled a cry that threatened to tumble from his open mouth. The hand Epros had on his waist had slid up, beneath his shirt and his fingers pulled tightly on the top of Ari's right hip. Ari could vaguely feel Epros's grin as he rubbed his cheek against the top of his head. “I came...to see...if you wanted to....” Ari trailed off as the hand pressed against his face uncurled its fingers and slid beneath the collar of his shirt, tracing his collar bone with light strokes.

“If I wanted to...?” Epros supplied—too busy to think up a rhyme as he slid around behind Ari and pulled the boy back against his chest. Ari shuddered at the feeling of Epros's satin vest against his neck—he bit his lip and closed his eyes as Epros dragged his left hand up across his stomach and onto his chest—he right hand was almost far enough down the collar of Ari's shirt to touch fingers with its sibling. Ari took a deep breath—he whimpered as Epros's fingers dragged against his skin as his chest inflated—but didn't try to open his eyes.

“To...have dinner...since you're in...Tenel and all...” Ari leaned back against the taller Epros and the jester smiled, lustfully at the younger boy. Ari whimpered a bit as the hand creeping down through his collar lifted out, and tilted his chin back onto Epros's shoulder. The older man was leaning over and Ari shivered as he felt the jester's breath on his neck.

“Traditional invites now? To quench <i>my</i> hunger?” Epros blew hot air across Ari's neck and Ari jumped a little when he felt the tip of Epros's tongue trace up the center of his throat and terminate with a gentle nip on his chen. “It is a shame I want for something...<i>younger</i>....”

As abruptly as they had appeared around him, Epros's arms were gone from his torso and away from his clothing. Just when Ari was about to question what was going on, he was cut short as Epros pushed Ari's vest off his shoulders and turned the boy around. With his long fingers wrapped firmly around Ari's shoulders, the jester pressed the redhead against him and took his lips in a searing kiss. Ari lifted his hands and wrapped them around the taller, thin man. His hands pressed against the back of Epros's fine suit and Ari felt a bit guilty—as if he might be damaging the expensive clothing. His guilt was forgotten when Epros ran his tongue over Ari's lower lip and Ari gasped against him.

Epros's hands shifted from Ari's shoulder as he tangled his tongue with the redhead's—his right hand returned to the side of Ari's face, pulling it against his own, and his left hand slid to the base of the younger boy's back, pressing his body flush to Epros's own. Ari fought his own instinct to tangle his hands in Epros's shirt as the blonde pulled away. Ari cracked his eyes open to see Epros's face only a few centimeters from his own—the jester's forehead pressed against Ari's and a smile gracing his features.

“How your green eyes, my mind, entrance,” Epros whispered to Ari as he held him close. “They scream of need and advance...but would you rather romance...or continue our dance?”

Ari fought for a few seconds to draw his eyes away from Epros's lips as he spoke. His poetry was beautiful, but, ever since they had begun whatever this was...Ari could never take his eyes away from Epros's lips when he spoke. The feel of those lips Ari knew very well, and the way they moved and compressed as he spoke and smiled was intoxicating to him. Everything about Epros was poetry—his speech, the way his mouth moved, his long graceful fingers and limbs, they way he walked, the way he moved at all...and the way he could sweep all of Ari's thoughts away with a few gentle caresses.

“My sweet?”

Ari snapped back to himself, and his eyes shifted up to look into Epros's red ones. He was still smiling, but it had a very significantly smug overtone to it—he knew how much he affected Ari, and took full advantage of this fact every time they met. Ari's eyes darted for a moment as he tried to recall what Epros had said, and, after a few seconds he had it.

“We can be late for dinner...I think that's okay....” Ari said and bit his lip—Epros's smile became very feline at Ari's hesitance to agree—it was most certainly not the first time, but his consistant shyness made it feel like it.

Without much pause, Epros leaned forward and claimed Ari's mouth again. His hands slid up from where they rested and quickly began undressing the younger boy. Ari's shirt was quickly unzipped and pushed free from his shoulders—immediately Epros's hands were pressed as flat as they could be. He tried to touch all of Ari at once, but couldn't quite manage. Ari moaned into his mouth and the jester smiled as the younger boy's hands tangled in his hair.

Epros pulled his mouth away only for a moment and left Ari gasping for breath as he clutched the blonde's head. The redhead let out a heady moan as Epros started a trail of kisses down his neck, bracing his hands at the bare base of Ari's back. Epros was deceptively strong, for how thin he was, and he had nearly lifted Ari off of the ground as he trailed kisses down onto Ari's chest. His tongue darted and trailed a slow circle around Ari's left aereola—his fingers mimicked his motions on the other side and left Ari panting for air.

Ari whimpered as Epros took his now hardened nipple into his mouth entirely and sucked on it. His teeth clamped lightly around the bud and Ari shuddered. Epros nearly melted him into a puddle when he released and repeated the process on its twin. Ari hardly noticed as Epros's left arm snaked up his back to brace his torso and his right pulled around to undo Ari's pants. In fact, the only thing that could have snapped him free from the haze of Epros's pleasure was exactly what happened—Epros's hand, cool by comparison, slid down the tendon of his pelvis and dipped down into his pants to caress his erection.

Ari gasped and arched his back as Epros's long fingers found him and wrapped around his length. Epros momentarily abandoned Ari's chest in favor of his fully exposed neck, but Ari pulled his head away and dragged the older blonde into a nearly frantic kiss. Epros pulled away for a second and, with a caring smile, took in Ari's flushed features—half lidded eyes—and his swollen parted lips. Once he had that image secured in his mind he dove back down and claimed Ari's lips with his own.

Ari's focus, once more, was jarred as Epros's fingers pulled expertly around his shaft and gently pressed against the head of his erection. Ari broke their kiss with a sharp intake of breath, his voice lost even to moaning. His hesitation to touch Epros's clothing forgotten, he pulled at the vest and shirt, trying to find where the buttons were. He whimpered as Epros removed his hands from Ari for a moment to undo his own clothing. The smug look on Epros's face made Ari blush.

Silently, Epros undid his tie, vest, and shirt. Overall it took him perhaps fifteen seconds to properly undo the whole array—far less time than it would have taken Ari, a fact that Ari was both grateful and dissappointed for. Ari wanted to undress the blonde for once—maybe another time. Ari swallowed and unconsciously licked his lips as Epros tossed his clothing to the nearest chair in the dressing room.

Epros was pale and lithe, nearly as cat-like as his expressions, and when Ari practically tackled him, he purred in the back of his throat. The red-head rubbed his face across Epros's chest and, from an arbitrary point near his left shoulder, started kissing a line across to the center of his collarbone. Epros let out a throaty sigh as Ari bit at the edges of his collarbone and gently sucked at the hollow at their juncture.

Ari gasped as Epros pushed him away. He stumbled back and lost his balance as the backs of his knees collided with a piece of furniture. Ari fell back on his elbows onto the fainting couch in Epros's dressing room. Standing above him, a flush down his neck and quite probably across his face—Ari couldn't tell for the stage make up—his chest heaving and a smile across his lips, was Epros.

Ari's breath caught in his throat as Epros descended on him, like a man starving, and began a trail of not-so-gentle nips and soothing kisses from the base of Ari's right ear down toward his stomach. Ari watched with fascination as Epros's hands came up and his long fingers slid beneath Ari's waistband. Just as quickly as the jester was descending with his trail of bites, he was pulling down the waist of Ari's pants.

Ari frowned as Epros freed his erecion but moved past it, down his left thigh. With his quick fingers, Epros undid Ari's shoes and pulled his pants free, tossing them towards is own clothing, across the room. Epros sat back for a short moment and blantantly stared at Ari's naked body—Ari's stomach did a small flip as Epros smiled and leaned forward.

The redhead gasped as his tongue connected with the inside of his right thigh and slowly drew a trail upwards. Epros traced the contour of the muscles in Ari's leg, up the small dip his pelvis made, and then back across his pelvic tendon. Ari's arms gave out and he fell back onto the couch the moment that soft, hot tongue ran down his length. Ari let out a low moan as Epros swirled his tongue around the head of his member and then took the whole thing into his mouth.

Epros's mouth was hot and his tongue felt like silk as he twisted it around Ari, as if he were trying to swallow him whole. Ari wound his hands through the blonde's silky hair and held onto his head as he bobbed up and down in his lap. Ari wanted so badly to sit up and watch the blonde but whenever he tensed the muscles in his back, Epros's hand would slide up his chest and press him down. When he attempted it a second time, the blonde pushed him back and lightly dragged his teeth across the length and head of Ari's erection causing the red head to moan wantonly.

Encouraged by the throaty moans of the younger boy, Epros sucked harder and used his free hand to massage the red-head's shaft as he lavished attention on his head. Ari gripped Epros's hair and twisted his fingers in it, Epros ignored him, however, as he continued his work. Ari's moans became more eratic and, without much delay, his whole body tensed and white spots flashed behind his eyelids. When he returned to himself, Epros was above him, licking his lips in a coy manner.

Ari smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss—the mildly surprised jester took only a second to recover and respond to the redhead's attention. His arms balanced his weight on either side of Ari's head, and Epros leaned across Ari's body. His hot skin came in contact with Ari's cooling body and the younger boy shivered. Epros laid several gentle kisses on Ari's lips and then trailed a series of them down his chin and throat.

Ari managed to sit up, surprising Epros, and grabbed the older blonde by his chin, pulling his head upwards for a long, passionate kiss. The jester's onslaught slowed and briefly went into remission as Ari threaded his own tongue into the blonde's mouth. His hand, wrapped into the blonde's hair, pulled him forward and crushed Epros's lips against his own. Epros sighed into Ari's mouth as the redhead slid his hand down the firm muscles along Epros's side.

Epros leaned into Ari's touch as the redhead slid his hand over Epros's stomach and wrapped his fingers in the silky blonde hair that surrounded his throbbing erection. Ari released the blonde's lips and pressed his cheek flush against the panting jester's. Boldy, Ari traced his tongue along the rim of Epros's ear and his fingers grazed along his shaft. Against his ear, the jester hissed and caught a moan in his throat.

“Epros,” Ari said throatily—he knew he had the older boy's full attention, but having this much power over him was intoxicating and, in all actuality, was making Ari hot again.

“Nngh--” Epros stifled a grunt as Ari squeezed his member. Ari could feel Epros's pulse through the silken skin and heat. He pressed his lips closer to Epros's ear and, with barely more than a hissing of air past his teeth, spoke to the jester in a fashion he'd never attempted before.

“I want you,” Ari breathed, “I want to feel you hard—deep inside me.”

Epros's breath caught in his throat and Ari felt him go rigid. His fingers, clawing at the cushion on the fainting couch already, were white as he listened to the younger boy whisper unspeakable things into his ear. Epros closed his eyes as Ari clutchd his head and held it in place—gently stroking his length as he whispered all the things he wanted Epros to do to him. When Epros leaned forward and latched onto Ari's neck with a stong bite and feverish sucking, he felt Ari's own erection, renewed, pressed against his abdomen.

“Hard and fas—ngg,” Ari groaned as Epros pressed down against him and, as if that had been a signal, Epros listened no longer. The blonde, ravishing a pulse-point on Ari's neck, wrapped one of his strong arms underneath the nude redhead and pressed the two of them together tightly. Ari gasped at the mass of skin-to-skin contact as his body molded exactly against Epros's every curve. Ari slid his hands down and clutched Epros's hips tightly as the blonde ground his hips against him.

“Epros...please!” Ari gasped urgently as Epros removed himself from Ari's neck—his red eyes were dark and lusty as he peered down his nose at the redhead. Ari bit his lip to keep from crying out as Epros's right hand slid underneath his leg and lifted it up. Ari's eyes closed tightly as he felt the cool slickness of Epros's hand—he was certain the jester hid lubrication in some place outside of reality, but it was a magical secret that the former evil king would never divulge. He had never seen the blonde ever open a bottle, or lubricate himself and it was, quite possibly, one of the most erotic images in Ari's imagination—he had to stop himself from watching for fear that he might lose himself at the sight.

Ari bit his lip and whimpered as Epros slowly slid one finger—and then another—into him. He took in a shaky breath as the two left him and moaned outright when they were joined by a third. Epros leaned forward and claimed Ari's lips as he replaced his fingers with his member. Ari sucked the air from Epros's lungs as the jester pushed into him, slowly and cautiously. He burried himself completely in the younger boy and released his mouth—Ari took a deep breath and shuddered, his eyes fluttered closed as he bathed in the sensation.

“My sweet Ari,” Epros whispered against his ear in a restrained voice, “you are so marvelously tight...I fear my motions can only be slight.” Ari fought for a moment to reclaim his voice and he peered up at te jester through half-lidded eyes. Epros's face was torn between concern and lust as he fought to keep from hurting the younger boy.

“I want you...please...” Ari whimpered and his hands clawed the back of Epros's shoulders. “...don't worry.”

Epros kissed Ari's forehead and pressed his own against it as he slowly pulled himself back, nearly all the way free of the younger boy, and then drove back in. Ari gasped and moaned as Epros began a languid pace. Every stroke, Epros took in a sharp breath and clenched his teeth as he drew out. In his pleasure-enduced haze, Ari watched him and clutched his back.

With only the clawing on his back as encouragement, Epros picked up speed and Ari's back arched, pressing him against the jester, as Epros struck something deep inside him. Again, and again he hit that same spot and Ari writhed beneath him, his fingers leaving long red trails down Epros's back as the pleasure swept over him. Epros drove into him hard and, the second he struck that golden spot, Ari cried out and his entire body spasmed as he came, spilling himself over Epros's and his own stomach. Epros drove into him only once more before the jester's body stiffened and he collapsed over the younger boy.

Ari, once the spots had cleared from his vision, turned his head and smiled as the side of his face pressed up against the sweaty blonde hair of his jester. Epros's body was cooler than his own and he could feel the blonde's fluttering heartbeat as he came down from his orgasm. Gently, Ari lifted his hands and stroked Epros's back. The blonde made a low purring noise in his throat. With a deep breath the blonde pushed himself up onto his elbows and took most of his weight off of Ari. Ari smiled at him and stroked the side of his face, smearing some of the white make-up and pushing a bit of Epros's hair out of his eyes.

Epros was very handsome without his make up and, at times like this, Ari often wondered why he even wore it at all. Epros smiled blearily at him, as Ari traced his face with his fingers and pondered about silly things. It was Ari who spoke first and broke the comfortable silence.

“Next time...can you take off your make up?” Ari asked softly and Epros smiled coyly.

“Whatever you wish, my sweet,” Epros responded and placed a light kiss on Ari's hand. “Any request I shall complete.” Ari smiled up at him for a few moments before his eyes widened. Epros arched an eyebrow briefly and Ari made a strange face.

“We're so late for dinner.” Ari was worried, but the way Epros laughed made him feel better.