Title: Young Adolescent and Alone

Series: Heroic Legend of Arslan

Rating: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP

Pairing: Arslan/Daroon

Author: Shara

Young Adolescent and Alone

Water fell musically down the little water fountain on the end of the royal bath. In the darkness of the coming night a graceful lean young man slipped into the still water of the pool. Moving in up to his neck he shivered as his body became used to the temperature. Closing his cerulean eyes the light blue hared king dove under the surface of the water.

Arslan opened his eyes underwater, enjoying the feel of the liquid against his bare skin. Images of a tall, well-muscled, dark general filled his mind as the silky softness of the water wove itself around him. Pale azure hair spread out in the water around him like some kind of living thing that moved with him as he pushed himself through the water.

Bubbles trickled from the king's full lips as he exhaled lifting his head towards the surface. He could almost feel Daroon's callused hands running gently over him as he reached the side of the bath and the water from the wave he created lapped softly against him. Closing his eyes Arslan sighed, "Daroon, I wish you were back from the training mission you took the men on. It's been three weeks. I miss you. You're all I seem to be able to think about." He admitted silently.

Cautiously the king cast his wide eyes over the room. No one else was about. "Good, I am alone." he thought," maybe I can release a little bit of my frustration while I wait for my general to come home."

With one smooth motion the king pulled himself from the water. Crystal droplets ran down his chest as he sat down on the edge of the pool. His pale hair hung down over his eyes dripping water onto his shoulders. Dangling his feet in the water Arslan reached out for the soap that had been placed nearby for his convenience.

Lathering his hands the king took his semi hard erection into his hand. Getting an erection never seemed to be a problem. All he had to do was think of Daroon and his shaft came to attention. Closing his eyes he imagined that his hand was the General's clever tongue. He could almost see Daroon's eyes dancing merrily up at him as the general watched the results of his tongue's work.

Slowly the vision moved forward and back first taking in the king's entire shaft right up to the pubic hair. Then the phantom Daroon moved away swirling his tongue in tantalizing little circles over the sensitive skin.

Moaning softly the king took the hardened nub of his left nipple into his hand. As he rubbed against it he licked his lips. The feeling of his own tongue on the soft skin of his lip was incredibly sensual. His member now fully erect, Arslan arched forward into the dream general's mouth.

A ragged breath was dragged from him as he imagined the light sting of Daroon's teeth on the tender surface of his shaft. The mouth stopped poised over the head and Arslan gave out an inarticulate cry delight as his beloved general suckled the tip of his erection. A hand cradled his balls. The gentle squeezing sent hot sparks shooting through his body.

Ghost like arms held him in place as the dark head moved over the pulsing member. Arslan felt a thrill of excitement at the restraint even if it was only in his own mind. Unable to hold back the king came, some distant part of his mind recognized that it was a towel not the warm mouth of his lover he was emptying himself into but at this moment his body didn't really care. It felt wonderful.

Satisfied warmth flooded in to fill those places where tension had become too much to bare. The king lowered himself back into the pool as the stress of his absent lover melted away. If only momentarily. A soft sound caught his attention then and he looked around to see if anyone was in the room with him but he could see no one. His heart raced wildly as he wondered if anyone had seen him. After a moment or two of waiting in silence the ruler relaxed back into his bath. It was probably nothing. With a pleased sigh the king began washing himself in earnest. He had been lucky so far. But he couldn't count on the bath staying deserted forever.

"That was nice," he thought to himself as he started scrubbing his back," But it can't compare with the reality. You're much better in real life, Daroon. I hope you come home soon." Shaking himself away from that thought the king concentrated on getting clean.

The End