Regulus Black (mummys_boy) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-10-09 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, gaius, regulus |
Peek-A-Boo...
Characters: Gaius, Regulus
Summary: Gaius gets relief, and Regulus gets an eyeful.
Closing his eyes, Gaius leaned his head back, allowing the cool water to wash away the dust and sweat of the desert, as well to cool him down from hours spent in wonderful but maddening proximity to the man he loved.
They had traveled to Luxor overland rather than Apparating, all the better to observe the sights along the way. It had been beautiful, the desert spread beneath them as the flying carpet sailed along, charms shielding them from the blistering sun above and the eyes of any Muggles below. Not that the shade had been cool, especially given Regulus' proximity to him on the small confines of the carpet, but the heat had been a good explanation for his flushed cheeks, rather than having to explain the more accurate cause, which had been the press of Regulus' leg against his and the naughty thoughts that he couldn't help springing into his mind.
They'd arrived just as the sun was setting, and cleaning charms had been good enough to get them through a leisurely dinner and a show offered by the hotel which had included both male and female dancers. Gaius had watched, entranced, but he didn't think any of the men could match Regulus in either looks or grace, and he'd stolen more than one surreptitious glance at Regulus during the course of the evening.
He'd not wanted their time to end, but of course, it had to eventually, and he'd bid Regulus a reluctant good night and gone to his room, which adjoined Regulus' on the third floor. The architecture was different here, for the hotel had at one time been a sultan's palace, and the rooms he and Regulus had been given had once been part of the Seraglio where the harem had been housed. It was luxurious, high ceilinged with ornate decoration, with many panels of sheer gauze draped along the walls and over the windows.
The shower where Gaius stood was in a huge marble room, the faucet set along a wall but not curtained off from the rest of the loo. There were two broad, hammered silver sinks fed by a constant stream of cool water, more like a fountain than a plumbing fixture but also far more enchanting than its mundane counterpart would have been. The water now pouring over Gaius was fed from the mouth of an elaborately carved bronze dolphin, water straight from a deep aquifer located below them and warmed by magic to a temperature above icy cold.
He wasn't certain how long he'd stood beneath the flow, trying not to think about Regulus and failing miserably. All the ice in the arctic couldn't cool him down, and at last, Gaius gave up and turned off the water, wringing out his hair but not bothering with a towel. The air was dry enough that the water would evaporate in minutes.
Moving into the bedroom, he paused a moment to fetch a jar of moisturizer from the dresser, before crossing to the open drapes covering the balcony doors. The moon was nearly full and very bright, the silver orb casting a glow over the buildings below, and he gazed out at it as he began to spread the salve over his skin. It was a special concoction of Severus', designed to both moisturize and heal any damage from the sun, and Gaius' skin soaked it up like a sponge. His skin was getting darker, but he was simply too much of a Snape to ever tan like Regulus, whose skin looked rich bronze in the sunlight.
A rueful smile crossed Gaius' lips; it hadn't taken long for his thoughts to return to Regulus, and he sighed as his body tightened in reaction. Really, there was no use in fighting it, and he gave it up as a lost cause. The moon was the same color as Regulus' eyes, and Gaius scooped out a generous portion of the salve before capping the jar and letting it fall to the thickly carpeted floor as he kept his gaze on the orb outside, wishing that the silver bathing him held the warmth of Regulus' eyes. His hand moved downward to where he had hardened at the thought, and he sighed again as he touched himself, wishing it was Regulus' hand rather than his own.
Regulus had dawdled over unpacking and settling in, letting himself be lured onto his balcony and enjoy the view with Sekhmet twining around his ankles and purring. He loved Luxor, and it had been far too long since he had enjoyed an excursion to the ancient city. But he was tired, and he wanted to bathe before bed, and so he gathered up his things and headed to the bathroom, certain he had given Gaius enough time to finish.
As he passed by Gaius' sleeping space, he glanced over, intending to bid Gaius good night if he wasn't already in bed; the latticed wall offered only an illusion of privacy, and he could easily see into the room. And what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Gaius. Naked. And touching himself.
Regulus swallowed hard, knowing he was intruding on an intensely private moment; he ought to move on before he saw more than he ought to and before Gaius noticed him standing there, gawking, but somehow, he couldn't make his feet move, mesmerized by the slow, rhythmic motion of Gaius' hand.
Closing his eyes, Gaius bit his lip, the image of Regulus standing before him vivid in his mind. His imaginary Regulus grinned wickedly, reaching out to place his hand over Gaius'. "Naughty kitty, let me help you with that," his imagination supplied in Regulus' sultry voice, and Gaius moaned aloud, his hand moving faster, his hips thrusting slowly forward and back as the fantasy played out in his mind.
A light sweat broke out all over Regulus' body as he continued to stare, knowing he shouldn't, yet unable to stop. He had never seen Gaius completely undressed before, and now he was getting the full view, nothing left to the imagination, and he let his gaze roam eagerly, coming back to the rocking of Gaius' narrow hips.
Biting his lip, Regulus clutched his nightclothes and toiletries closer to his chest, needing to hold onto something lest he fly apart; he wanted to rush into the room and offer to help Gaius, but that, he knew, would be foolish and precipitous. Since he couldn't offer to help, he ought to move on and give Gaius his privacy, but he didn't want to stop watching; he wanted to watch every graceful movement of Gaius' lean body, and he wanted to see Gaius' face in the throes of passion. It might be the only chance he got, after all.
The moonlight streamed in, and the night air was cool but Gaius didn't notice, too lost in the dream of Regulus touching him, caressing him. His free hand moved to his chest as he imagined Regulus' fingers trailing there, teasing over his skin and brushing his nipples. His body was flushed with desire, his arousal hard and aching, and in his mind, Regulus leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that threatened to steal his soul. Gaius groaned aloud, soft words in German escaping his lips as he implored his imaginary lover to touch him more, to fulfill him in every way.
Regulus could hear Gaius' voice, but the words were meaningless to him; he could barely make them out, and when he finally dared to inch closer so he could hear better, he realized Gaius was speaking in German. Fortunately, he couldn't make out a specific name, so perhaps - hopefully! - Gaius wasn't thinking of That Man.
He could see the flush of arousal rising in Gaius' skin, and he longed to caress Gaius and feel the heat of his flesh for himself. He wanted to stroke and tease Gaius until he was begging, wanted to make Gaius moan his name. He wanted... he wanted, he realized abruptly. For the first time in a long time, he felt something, something that was more than a tiny spark. He was growing aroused himself, and if a cold shower didn't help, he might very well end up doing the same thing as Gaius for the first time in longer than he could remember.
The litany escaping Gaius' lips became incoherent moans, his hand moving faster as he drove himself closer and closer to the edge. He wanted Regulus so desperately, wanted to touch and taste him, wanted to know the feel of Regulus' hands and mouth on his body. In his mind, Regulus leaned closer, warm lips brushing Gaius' ear. "My Gaius, my love, I want you to shatter for me," Regulus' voice whispered in his mind, and with a sharp cry, Gaius obeyed, pleasure washing over him in wave after heated wave as he imagined Regulus' voice murmuring words of love and praise.
Regulus watched raptly as Gaius reached the pinnacle of release, transfixed by the beautiful lines of Gaius' body and the ecstasy suffusing his features. He was breathing harder himself, and he felt a little pang of regret that he couldn't have been the one to give Gaius such pleasure. Soon, perhaps, although it had been so very tempting to burst in and take over, heedless of the possible consequences.
But it was too soon, and Regulus wasn't yet sure of his place in Gaius' affections, thus he would wait. And no doubt he would replay the memory of what he had just seen countless times until he could make it a reality at last.
After several long moment of ecstasy, Gaius sighed, returning reluctantly to the real world, opening his eyes and gazing out at the moon. With a wave of his hand he summoned his wand, casting a cleaning charm and then giving a sigh of regret. After the beautiful images in his mind, he wasn't looking forward to sleeping in his lonely bed instead of in the warmth of Regulus' arms. He knew exactly how Regulus looked when he slept, and more than anything, he wanted to see Regulus' beautiful eyes open in the morning light as Regulus looked at him and smiled.
Unfortunately, however, all he had was the light of the moon to keep him company, and at last, Gaius turned away from the window, crossing to his bed and sinking down on the mattress, pulling up the sheet to cover his body. If he couldn't have Regulus' arms in reality, perhaps he could have them in his dreams; and hopefully, one day, he could experience all the beautiful things he and Regulus now did only in the privacy of his mind.
Regulus continued to watch as Gaius slipped into bed, wishing he had the right to let his clothes fall to the floor and slide in beside Gaius. But he was destined to return to his own cold and empty bed, and he turned away at last, releasing a soft sigh and hoping one day, neither he nor Gaius would have to take their pleasure alone.