And here I thought that I'd write one little rated M drabble and that would be that and Garion and Zakath would get out of my brain and I could concentrate on school.
Not so.
To the anonymous reviewer of chapter 1, please sign in D: I love you and I want to reply to you but I cannot if you don't sign in! But you're right. It was just a detail that my mind glossed over. Since Zakath was the more sexually aggressive, I pictured him being tall and thin. Anyway! I appreciate you pointing it out to me and it has been fixed! They are proper heights now.
Italics at the beginning and end are copyright David Eddings' estate and come from near the end of Sorceress of Darshiva
Despite Beldin's warning that there might be scouts from the two armies in the higher foothills, the two wolves encountered no one. "They probably went back to report," Garion heard Belgarath's voice speaking in his mind. "They'll be out again first thing in the morning, most likely. Let's go on back to the cave and get some sleep."
Garion rolled over restlessly in the sleeping rolls he shared with Ce'nedra until he finally hauled himself up and out of them in order to keep from waking her. He grumbled under his breath about the lack of sleep he was getting lately and headed out to the mouth of the cave. 'Zakath was there leaning against the opposite side of the mouth of the cave as Silk, who was on first watch of the night. "Couldn't sleep?" He murmured to the emperor.
"Not in the slightest. My head is full of that irritating song your friend keeps bandying about," 'Zakath was beginning to look haggard again.
"Why don't we go for a walk," Garion offered, pleased at how steady his voice was. "It might just clear your mind and help you get some rest."
The shorter man raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"We'll be back in a little bit, Silk." Garion told the rat faced little man.
"Just be sure to get back before light. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Silk grinned.
The two of them began walking along the edge of the ravine, staring down at the lights of the army in silence until 'Zakath gave a heavy sigh. "You, my friend," he said with a soft chuckle, "are not very subtle. I'm sure Kheldar knows we aren't out here just to clear our minds."
"Silk is discreet," Garion shrugged. "I trust him."
"Well, that makes one of us." 'Zakath sighed and turned an accusing gaze at his friend. "Your little blue stone is making my nights a living hell," he complained, "Every night, all night, all I see is you. Naked. Writhing and moaning underneath me."
Garion was sure he was blushing down to his toes. "Why do you have to do that?" he asked plaintively.
"Do what?"
"Talk like that. You make me very flustered when you do that."
'Zakath gave him a quick little grin, "That's exactly the reason," he almost purred, "I love watching your face when you're trying desperately to [i]not[/i] think of what I want to do to you… or what you want to do to me. I'm not picky."
Garion really had no reply to that. The older man stepped up to Garion's chest and rocked up on his toes to give Garion a slow, lingering kiss. Garion put his hands on the other man's cheeks and deepened that kiss. When they broke apart Garion was pleased to see a flush on the other man's face. "And you have the gall to tease me about blushing," he laughed.
'Zakath controlled himself with some obvious effort. "I would take you right here and now if I knew that they wouldn't hear us." He let out a few colorful curses.
Garion blushed again. "I'm not sure how I feel about that, 'Zakath. What we did last time was wonderful, but I'm not sure about the rest of it. How does that even work?"
The emperor swallowed hard. "Can you be quiet?" He asked intently.
"I can try."
"Good. Now-" 'Zakath broke off as that hazy blue nimbus surrounded them again and the orb burst into song.
Garion laughed, "I suppose that takes care of the noise issue," he sent a sly look at 'Zakath. "Why don't you come show me what I was missing, oh Emperor?"
'Zakath inhaled sharply and his nostrils flared, "As you command, Overlord."
The hours passed inside their little bubble, the two of them taking the time to explore each other's bodies rather than the frenzied rush of their first time. When the Orb's song started to wane the two of them shared one last kiss before the bubble popped and they were on their way back to the campsite.
When they returned, Garion slipped in next to his tiny wife and watched 'Zakath take up his post at the mouth of the cave again. With a deep sigh of contentment, he drifted off into sleep.
They rose early the following morning, long before first light. They were all subdued as they ate breakfast. Although the two armies facing each other below them were composed entirely of enemies, none of them took any particular pleasure in the prospect of the bloodshed the day would bring. After breakfast, they carried out the packs and their saddles and, last of all, they led out the horses.
"You're quiet this morning, Garion" 'Zakath said as the two were saddling their mounts.
"I was just wondering if there might be some way to stop what's going to happen today,and whether or not last night helped you sleep any. Did the night air do you good?"
"Not really," 'Zakath told him. Then the older man smiled, "But to answer your question, yes. It helped a great deal."