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Warning:Male/Male sex, graphic, language.
From the book:The Angel Within, by Kracken
In Your Arms
"Sunnie?" Jhai put his bag of electronic patient
screens down on the kitchen table and sighed as he opened the refrigerator
and took out a bottle of juice. His young lover wasn't going to be happy
that he had brought work home. Jhai had promised Sunnie that they would
go out to dinner with some of his friends, but Jhai knew that fixing the
mistakes of a ham handed intern was going to take hours and he couldn't
trust it to anyone else. The patients that those screens pertained to were
all in critical phases of treatment. Getting any of the information wrong
at this point would be disastrous.
Jhai poured his juice into a glass, put the container back
into the refrigerator, and then closed the door. Taking his juice into the
living room and sipping slowly, his eyes looked for Sunnie.... and didn't
Jhai put his juice down on the coffee table, suddenly worried.
It wasn't like Sunnie not to be there when Jhai came home. Reaching for
the vid phone, Jhai was ready to call and reassure himself that everything
was all right. After the incident with Rohan, they had both been worried
that some of his henchmen might try to exact revenge. Just the thought of
people that despicable possibly getting hold of Sunnie, made Jhai tremble
as he began to dial the number to the Legate's office.
Jhai paused on the last number. He thought that he had heard
a sound. Hanging up the phone, he walked into the bedroom and found Sunnie
where he least expected; curled up on the bed with a blue Afghan wrapped
around him. Having come from a community with very strict customs, being
in bed before it was actually time to sleep, was something that Sunnie had
found almost impossible to do. A man from his world worked from sun up until
sun down, and resting during that time, was part of that very long list
of 'sins' that his people had tormented Sunnie with his entire young life.
That Sunnie was in bed now, told Jhai that something was very wrong.
Jhai began to walk towards the bed anxiously, but then his
foot kicked something on the carpeted floor. Bending to pick it up, Jhai
saw that it was a small hand screen and that it was open to a mail program.
Jhai didn't presume to read the message, but the origin of the message was
printed large and clear; Geranto.
Jhai felt the sharp pain of sorrow. He could guess what was
in that message and Sunnie's behavior was suddenly very understandable.
He put the screen aside and went to sit on the bed beside Sunnie. He touched
a hunched shoulder and heard Sunnie try to suppress a sniffle. His lover's
face was hidden by the Afghan and Jhai knew that was on purpose.
"Sunnie," Jhai said softly. "Being a couple
means that you don't have to bear things alone. I'm here for you. I can
comfort you and help you, if you would like to confide in me. It isn't shameful
to be sad... to cry when things hurt you. You shouldn't hide from me that
you are unhappy about something."
There was a long pause, another sniffle, and then the Afghan
lowered and Jhai saw Sunnie's tear blotched, angelic face. He was so beautiful,
this young lover of his. A riot of mussed, gold curls framed his face and
his golden eyes looked up at Jhai with a tear filled innocence that was
tempered by an underlying glint of 'experience'. Sunnie had seen the harsh
side of life, but he had still managed to hold on to his almost childlike
personality. It's what Jhai loved about him the most and he hoped that Sunnie
never lost it.
Sunnie wiped at his eyes with the Afghan and then said in
a subdued voice, "I-I'm sorry. I know we were supposed to go out tonight-"
Jhai shook his head, "Don't worry about that. You're
more important." He slipped off his shoes and then nudged Sunnie over.
He climbed under the Afghan with him and then wrapped it about them both.
Facing his lover he said, "Sunnie, I can see that you are very upset.
Please talk to me, love."
Sunnie suddenly buried himself against Jhai's chest, clutching
at the material of Jhai's shirt. "I love you!" he blurted as if
he needed to confirm it and tell the world where he stood.
"And I love you," Jhai told him and kissed the
top of his gold head. "Nothing will ever change that."
"It isn't wrong!" Sunnie continued.
"No, it is not!" Jhai replied emphatically.
"Not a sin," Sunnie whispered now.
"No, not a sin," Jhai assured him. "Love is
not a sin."
"Make love to me," Sunnie begged, needing that
Jhai held back, trying to understand Sunnie's mood, trying
to be certain it was really what Sunnie needed. At last, he replied breathily,
"I will make you sing with my love for you," and began unbuttoning
Sunnie was shy and submissive in many ways, but not when
it came to making love. It never ceased to amaze Jhai when his young lover
took control and showed him the heights of physical delight. He knew it
had to do, once again, with an upbringing that had taught Sunnie that a
man did not submit himself in the bedroom like a woman. Though Sunnie had
given up many of the strict customs and laws of his people, making love
to a man being one of their highest sins, he couldn't put aside so easily
the teachings that had become a part of his sense of pride and worth. Jhai
didn't have any such hangups and he didn't mind taking the submissive role,
especially when Sunnie was so attentive and eager to please Jhai.
Sunnie finished unbuttoning Jhai's shirt and he peeled it
back almost reverently, kissing the mahogany skin of his lover along his
neck and nuzzling him just under his diamond pierced ear. Jhai couldn't
help groaning or having the erection that suddenly sprung between them.
Sunnie freed it from his pants and stroked that hard length while his mouth
continued a trail of fiery kisses down Jhai's chest to the tribal symbol
done boldly in red there; the name of his clan. Sunnie rubbed his cheek
against it and, for some reason, that small gesture was enough to make Jhai
even more excited. It seemed like an acknowledgement of who he was, and
acceptance, and a deep intimacy all rolled into one.
Sunnie unbuckled Jhai's pants and pushed them down. Jhai
helped by kicking them off the rest of the way. Bare to his lover, his long,
lithe body sprinkled with training scars, from his days as a warrior, and
other tribal tattoos, Jhai had never considered himself beautiful. Sunnie
made him feel that way. Hands smoothing over him, eyes drinking him in with
love and an almost worshipful need, lips kissing tenderly, and the look
on Sunnie's face, told Jhai that he was all that Sunnie wanted.
Sunnie was wearing a simple pair of stretch shorts and an
oversized shirt. Jhai helped him remove them and found Sunnie eager and
hard. Pale flesh against Mahogany. It was erotic simply watching their skin
slide against each other. Warmth against warmth, silky chocolate and cream,
both of them soon wanted more.
Sunnie moved first, rolling Jhai onto his back and smiling
sweetly at him, his curls hanging like spun gold in his handsome face and
his amber eyes twinkling as if all sorrow had left him. He moved down Jhai's
body, slid warm hands under his ass and squeezed and kneaded there as his
mouth made a tight, moist sheathe and engulfed Jhai's erection.
Jhai gasped and clutched at the blankets, his mind short
circuiting as pleasure sang through everyone of his nerves. As Sunnie began
an up and down rhythm, his tongue teasing the head of Jhai's erection on
every upstroke, Jhai arched and writhed, groaning and trying with all of
his might not to come at once.
Not wanting it to be all one sided, and wanting to enjoy
Sunnie as much as Sunnie was enjoying him, Jhai turned and positioned himself
so that he could tease Sunnie's erection with his own mouth. Sunnie gasped
and his hips made short, thrusting motions as if he couldn't help himself.
Jhai kept rhythm with him, loving the taste of his lover and enjoying giving
Sunnie so much pleasure.
"I need you," Sunnie said breathlessly as he released
Jhai's erection from his mouth.
Jhai knew what that 'need' was and he reached to the bed
side table and opened a drawer. He found a small container of lubricant
and handed it to Sunnie. He gave Sunnie a deep kiss as their hands met.
"I want you, love," he assured Sunnie.
Sunnie prepared them both, carefully and slowly, his every
movement speaking to Jhai. It wasn't just sex, his gentle hands said, he
was making love to Jhai. Jhai smiled softly as they positioned themselves.
He was given a passionate kiss and then Sunnie carefully entered him.
Instinct and desire took over after that. They couldn't keep
from losing themselves in the sensations, both of them moaning and striving
to reach that pinnacle of pleasure. Sunnie thrust and Jhai rose to meet
him, the feeling of his lover inside of him driving him wild with passion.
He urged Sunnie onwards to even more frantic motions with his words and
clutching hands. Sunnie couldn't help complying, raining kisses on Jhai's
face and devouring his lips with his own. When they both reached orgasm,
they cried out and pulled each other into a tight embrace, still moving
against each other, still wanting to prolong that intense love making as
long as possible. When their bodies couldn't sustain it any longer, they
curled against each other and waited for their hearts to stop pounding.
"You are my life," Jhai breathed in Sunnie's ear
when he had calmed somewhat.
"I don't have a life without you in it," Sunnie
replied just as heartfelt.
"Then don't shut me out," Jhai begged. "Tell
me what happened today. Tell me why you are so sad."
Sunnie lost some of his languid glow, pain filling his eyes.
It took him a long moment to speak, as if he were bringing it up from his
soul, but then he admitted, "I wrote a letter home... to Geranto...
to my brother Jhas. I..." He faltered and Jhai kissed him and caressed
his cheek. Sunnie seemed to draw strength from that and he continued, "I
tried to explain about us, about how I felt, about how I thought that God
accepted what I was because he had made me like this..." Sunnie swallowed
audibly, close to tears again. "He sent me a letter back. You can...
You can read it, if you want to."
Jhai rose and walked over to where he had placed the small
palm screen. He read the message without surprise. 'There is no Sunnie of
Truheart clan.' That and nothing more. It wasn't even signed. As Jhai put
the screen aside again, he felt close to tears himself. He climbed back
into bed and pulled Sunnie into his arms. He held his lover tightly. "Oh,
my love! I am so sorry!" he said. "They are ignorant fools. They
don't deserve you!"
Sunnie looked up into Jhai's eyes and his heart was there
for Jhai to see. "It made me sad, but... that was because I love my
brother and my family. I miss them. It didn't make me sad because I believed
him. When I am with you, I can feel such happiness, such love... I will
never again believe that this can be wrong. What we have is beautiful."
Jhai smiled at Sunnie. "Yes, beautiful," he breathed
and held Sunnie close to his heart. "Perhaps one day, they'll see that
The end. ^_^
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