The year was 2012 & I had stuck my toe into the author writing pond. I saw a call for an Earth Day short at Storm Moon Press. I thought, ‘Why the hell not?’ and submitted my short Freeing Pain for consideration.
It was accepted and a short time later my first little free short hit the big, wide world.
Readers loved it save one small thing: it was too short.
My muses agreed and three years later the full novella is finally finished.
Freeing Pain: Annex was submitted to Thirteen Below Press last night.
The thing is finally out of my hands.
It’s nap time.
Ziv sat, back to the cave wall, with a fire blazing the night air. He heaved a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world.
Crunching leaves spoke of his visitor’s arrival. “You look tired.”
Ziv looked up to his… Well Ziv didn’t know what Zoltan was to him. Enemy? Friend? Lover? “So do you.”
Zoltan sat next to him bringing him unneeded but welcome warmth. “Aye,” Zoltan said, “today we both lost many a man.”
“I feel like a traitor.” He reached for Zoltan’s hand. grasping it as if his life depended on it. “Being with you, here, like this, I am a traitor to my men, my country.”
Zoltan kissed the back of his hand. “No more than I.”
“We are Kings in a war not of our own.”
Zoltan hummed. “A war of our fathers passed on to their sons. We are a victim of our births.”
“I think not victims. If we were lesser than who we are we might not have ever met.” He leaned against Zoltan. His body relaxed for the first time since their last visit.
Zoltan hummed, his gaze faraway. “Tomorrow we are out of time. Either I make my move or you do and a major battle is either won or lost.”
Ziv stayed quiet for a moment because he knew Zoltan was right. “Tomorrow gifts no victory. Only loss.”
They lapsed into silence for what seemed an eternity but also the blink of an eye. “A marriage would unite our kingdoms. It’s the political way.” Zoltan pulled away to look Ziv in the eye. Ziv could linger in the wake of those green eyes for eternity. “Instead of war, let us marry.”
Ziv blinked. “What?” He supposed he could’ve said many things, colorful things, but none came to mind.
Zoltan smiled, it was a sad smile fit for a King who has seen too many of his men perish in battle. “Marry me, Ziv King of Zerra.”
“You wish to marry to unite our kingdoms?” Ziv’s chest constricted. Was that the only reason Zoltan wished to marry?
“No,” Zoltan kissed him, “I wish to marry the man I love. Our kingdoms uniting is a happy coincidence.”
Ziv smiled. “It is the political thing to do in order to stifle war.” Zoltan nodded in agreement. “But who’s castle shall we reside?”
Zoltan kisses him again. “Is that a yes?”
Zoltan smiled, this time it was bright and lit up his face with something Ziv might label as hope. “We shall reside in yours. It’s bigger.”
Ziv laughed sending the sound into the emptiness of the cave. “It is settled. The war is over.”
Zoltan gathered him in his arms. “Aye, it is over.”
Rating: R – WARNING strong sexual content between two male characters
York walked into the recording studio with a sense of detachment. He did not want to work today, especially after the fight he had with his boyfriend, but like everyone else he had no choice. What made things worse was he was to record a sex scene today. Oh joy.
He made his way to his recording area when an Recording sign caught his attention. He peaked inside to see the sound studio and just beyond the booth with his fellow voice actor, Yuri, inside. They were working on this English translated yaoi piece together. He could tell from the expression on the man’s face that he wasn’t having a good time.
Sighing, York stepped inside drawing the attention of Yancy, the sound booth man. He barely waved before stepping into the booth with Yuri who gave him a look worthy of a venomous snake. He made a shooing motion but York ignored him. Instead, he moved to stand behind Yuri. His hands smoothed over the man’s body to cup his groan. A hiss and grunt caressed the mic. “What are you doing?” Yuri asked.
York kissed his neck. “Relax.”
“But I- Oh, fuck.” Yuri moaned as York’s hand wrapped around his hardening shaft. He pumped while Yuri squirmed. “Have to…” Yuri trailed off in a low-guttural moan. “Shit. Yes.”
Encouraged, York continued on and together they formed a rhythm. Yuri proclaimed profanity while York edged him on with dirty words only suited for behind closed doors. “Gonna-” Yuri finally said only moments before his cock pulsed in York’s hand and a long, throaty moan fell into the mic.
Yuri’s harsh panting filled the sound booth.
York leaned into Yuri, his head resting against Yuri’s shoulder while he idly stroked Yuri. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “About this morning, I’m sorry.” He kissed Yuri’s exposed neck and inhaled.
Yuri leaned back against him. His hand smoothed over York’s arm down to his crotch to rest over York’s playing hand. “I am, too.” Yuri turned his head to claim York’s mouth with a kiss. “It was dumb to fight over something so stupid.”
“Yeah, arguing over the coffee was a bit dramatic.”
Yuri laughed, it was a soft gentle sound worthy of an angel. “Just a bit.”
“Um, guys?” Yancy’s voice over the sound system startled them both. York’s gaze found the glass to see poor Yancy sitting there as red as a stoplight. “I think we got it.” He paused as if searching for an invisible something. “Yours to York. All good.” With that Yancy bolted from his chair leaving it spinning.
“I think we embarrassed him.” Yuri said while turning in York’s grasp.
York chuckled. “I don’t see how. He records yaoi and hentai for a living.”
Yuri went to his knees and his hands to York’s belt. “The sound, yes, but not the act.”
“That’s tru- Jesus.” York closed his has as Yuri’s talented mouth took him to the hilt. Yuri bobbed several times before playing at his crown. “If fighting gets me this we need to fight more often. Ouch!” Yuri bit him then licked the sting away.
Yeah. they definitely needed to fight more.