   | Rylerion twisted himself around gently, as not to disturb the sleeping form of the Lord of Machra-La next to him. Lazuli's hair was spilt over the pillow, fanned out from its golden binding at the base of his neck, and Rylerion marvelled at the multitude of hues and tones that rippled as the last of the dying candle flames caught in the blue strands. Whatever this man had awoken in him, it had set the pain of his dark childhood to the furthest reaches of his mind, hidden beneath the fresher layers of pleasure and moonlight, the expert touch of the older man, the vision of tanned skin upon his own pale flesh tones. Swinging his legs to the floor, he took in a deep breath of the humid night air that coursed in through the opening to the balcony. At that moment, the soft, silent brush of a hand on his shoulder brought his musings to life. A brief smile blossomed on the lips of the King of Kayalana. 'Awake so soon, your Highness?' The formal name in those sultry tones became anything but, it became a pet name between lovers. It sparked a sudden hole in the fresh layers of pleasure in his mind, brought something darker to the forefront. Had he been right to give himself over so willingly to a man with such a fickle reputation? Doubt plagued him suddenly, and a chill chased over his skin. Behind him, Lazuli, attuned to the subtlest of signs in his lovers, did not miss the shudder that passed beneath his fingers, and guessed the young man was having doubts. 'Come your Highness, bring that body of your back to the covers, and let me show you yet more of the pleasures my city holds.' When Rylerion did not respond, Lazuli tightened his fingers over the young man's gold-white shoulder, an invitation to be intimate. Smiling wryly, he curled his other hand in his hair, pulling it's silken weight over his chest, instinctively moving his body into a sculpture of sexual appeal. 'Are you spurning me already, Rylerion?' Feeling like he was being made fun of, Rylerion pulled his shoulder free of that all-too-inviting grasp. 'Oh, come, what are you afraid of, Rylerion? That I will some how enslave you here with pleasure?' The younger man frowned suddenly, snatching his body out of reach of the blue-haired lord. He whipped his robe from the floor, pulling its solid weight about his frame, a mental barrier between him and that which threatened his composure. 'Do not mock me!' He whispered fiercely, keeping his back to Lazuli, though already, his body was yearning again for that touch. 'Rion...' He could hear the undercurrent of sexual confidence behind the facade of concern, it stirred something in him. Inside, his past fought with the present, dark memories warring the warmth of the air, the lucid smell of the incense and oils, the soft lapping of the water outside. His shoulders dipped, his body lost it's stark defiance, and he stood, sweeping from the room to get some fresh air. As he stalked onto the balcony, the Lord of Machra-La smiled knowingly. The young King would return to his bed very soon.
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I am aware there are quite a few anatomical errors in this work, so no need to point them out!
For those of you who aren't familiar with the gorgeously talented these two are her boys, Lazuli, the one in the background, and Rylerion, the pissed looking one in the foreground. To Learn more about them, you can visit silvestris's gallery by clicking the link on my main pge. Picture done in watercolour over a sepia-inked sketch, 2004.
Rylerion and Lazuli and anything to do with Pangaea is © to Silvestris, artwork © to me. Please do not use this image for any other purpose.
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