Free Heart Of The Sun by Victoria Zagar Page A

crevice.”
    “Let us find out,” Vash says enticingly, and his accent only makes it seem more alluring, more forbidden. They’re both hard before they even make it to the shower, filled with anticipation about what’s to come as they stand underneath the hot water and lather each other up. Alan takes the liquid soap and rubs it up and down the length of Vash’s shaft, massaging it into his balls with his other hand.
    “I can’t take much more,” Vash gasps, pressed up against the shower wall. “Please. I need release.”
    “I’m just getting started,” Alan says with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. He pours some soap on his finger and penetrates Vash with it. His cock twitches, but as he goes to stroke it, Alan bats his hand away. Vash lets out a low moan and Alan rewards him by removing his finger and thrusting up against him. Their wet cocks are slick against one another and Alan holds them together, stroking them both at the same time. Vash throws his head back, his wet hair sticking to his back. Alan pulls away and Vash moans a complaint in his own language. Vash takes control and thrusts Alan up against the shower wall. 
    Alan chuckles, “Okay, okay. I’ll stop before you go all crazy hunter Karalian on me.” In a sobering moment, he recalls Vash slitting his throat and suddenly he’s kissing the white scar that runs along Vash’s neck, silently thanking the Gods that they can be here like this now. 
    Vash thrusts into him, reminding Alan of his need and he returns to the moment, washing the soap off of Vash and dropping to his knees. He coats another finger and probes Vash with two fingers as he takes his cock in his mouth. It tastes like soap and spice, an odd, but not overly unpleasant combination. He takes as much of it in his mouth as he can manage, running his tongue along the Karalian’s shaft, his own dick finding friction against Vash’s leg. Vash claws at the soapy shower wall, muttering in Karalian and Alan drives him closer and closer to the edge.
    “ Havi! ” It’s both an endearment and a warning as Vash comes, his hot seed spilling into Alan’s mouth. There’s more than he can swallow and he withdraws, the rest of Vash’s load spilling onto his face.
    “Gods.” Alan whispers as he leans into the water and washes his face.
    “I am sorry,” Vash whispers.
    “Sorry? Why on Earth are you sorry?” Alan stands up, turns off the water and pulls Vash into a gentle kiss. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
    “I fear that my being here at all will be something we may both be sorry for someday.” Vash looked down at his feet. “I want you so much that it makes me feel ashamed.”
    “Ashamed? Why? Because your people don’t accept it?”
    “Perhaps,” Vash says.
    “If I’m pushing you too hard, tell me to slow down,” Alan says. “I only do what’s natural to me. I don’t know what Karalians do, so if I ever do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, you’ve got to let me know.”
    “No. You haven’t done anything wrong. I just... There’s something I want, but it’s an act considered vile in Karalian culture.” He looks almost shy and embarrassed as he wraps the towel around him and leaves the bathroom. “No, never mind. Forget I asked.”
    “Seriously, ask,” Alan says. “If I don’t want to do it, I won’t agree to it. Simple as that. It won’t change the way I feel about you.”
    “Are all Humans as open as you?” Vash asks.
    “Some are, some aren’t. Depends on the person, really. Come on, quit stalling. You are making me nervous now. Just tell me what you want already.”
    Vash leans down and whispers in Alan’s ear. Alan starts to laugh.
    “I am sorry. I have shamed myself. I will leave now.” 
    Alan grabs Vash’s arm as he makes a beeline for his clothes and the door. “No. You misunderstand. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because it’s what we’ve been working towards all along, only apparently you didn’t know that. Your