Angel's Mural â"‚ Ziall Horalik Mini-Fic

T W O - The Perks of Wanking at Midnight

DISCLAMER: I am fully awear that the Greek legand in this Chapter is NOT. REAL. I made it up in my head so fuck you

          Niall finished his dinner, bringing his plate to the small kitchen and setting it down, before a dark woman grabbed it gently, washing It. Niall then excused himself to his room where he found one of his books, flipping through it till his family would go to sleep. He loved reading, not that his mother and father approved, but Niall was all about Greek mythology. Especially the story of Carsalla, A Mortal among the streets of Athens who worse a cloak around his face, hiding it from the others who shared similar looks, or beautiful pale skin.

          While Carsalla, he loathed his skin, a dark, Carmel color, his eyes nearly matching.

          Whenever he removed his cloak, people stared in awe, like he was an animal but Really, Carsalla was beautiful, he was the most beautiful mortal. So beautiful the gods decided he was too precious to leave, to walk the earth with mere mongrels. So they granted him refuge atop mount Olympus, and a Wife, Aferdita. The most beautiful woman in all creation, now pared with her equal match.

          Story was, when they merely touched, droplets of liquid gold fell from the heavens.

          Niall closed his book, sighing. Why couldn’t his life be like a Greek folk tale? It seemed to fun, so exhilarating. What was Niall missing in his life? Apparently A lot…

           “Hate it here,” He mumbled, cuddling into his soft blankets and cool sheets. The early summer night was hot, and muggy. He could still hear movement in his brother’s room, right across from his. Greg, Niall’s older brother,  was 23. He would surly live at home for a few more years, at least till he meet someone, bought a home and settled down.

          Till then, he was stuck here, Annoying Niall, Abusing the slaves, and making a total ass of himself to Mae, who he demanded was the one for him, that she would warm up to him, but Mae did her own warming up to the curly haired, green eyed lad who lived only a few miles away from her, Niall’s parents plantation the only separation.

          Niall already knew Harry loved her. Who couldn’t? She was wonderful…Beautiful. Everything about her lit up people’s lives.

~*~

          After some time, the noise in the house died down, all lights going out.

          Niall sat for a moment, listening for any sign of life and when he heard nothing but silence, he opened his window, climbing down the branched of the vines growing up the side of the house before he scurried past all the buildings were the Slaves slept, a few patrol workers watching after them.

          Niall has done this plenty of times, of course he could get past them. They mostly slept anyways?

          He crept through the dark, a few twigs braking beneath his feet. How he saw was only thanks to the full moon. It gave him some kind of guidance through the dark, dangerous Louisiana wilderness until he reached the bushes around the lake.

          He was about to push past them when he heard faint noises. Like low grunts, and the movement of water. Surly Harry wouldn’t get in without him?

          Niall crouched down, peaking his head out to catch the sigh of a dark, slender body, standing nude as they kicked the water with their feet. There back was muscular and toned, but they were still slim all together. Not too much muscles, but perfectly outlined on the small figure.

          Niall gulped harder than needed. He knew that figure. It was Zayn, staring nervously at the water below him. It was a warm, well, scorching Night. What Zayn was doing out of the slave courters was pretty obvious. He wanted a swim, a way to escape the heat, right?

           “Don’t be scared,” He mumbled to himself, moving little deeper, his shins almost half covered.

          Niall’s eyes scanned the lad’s body. His broad shoulders, muscular back, and rugged biceps. Niall’s eyes wondered further down the delicious looking body till they landed at Zayn’s stiff cock, standing proud in Zayn’s hand.

          So that’s why he went to the lake?

          Niall smirked, biting his lip. Zayn left the safety of his sleeping courters to pleasure himself. Naughty boy, Niall thought as he got a new position on the ground, a better view of Zayn’s firm, round ass.

          He groaned quietly at how wonderful it looked, how amazing Zayn looked so nude, so venerable. Niall could jump from the bush right then and there, taking Zayn against the banks of the lake, but surly that was wrong.

          It was wrong in so many ways. From the preaching’s at church about Homosexuality, or his patents ban on lusting over slaves.

          But how could you not lust for Zayn? He was magnificent.

          Zayn sunk deeper into the water, his body trembling. He must be afraid of water, Niall thought, Why else would he look so scared?

          The dark lad sighed heavenly, his hand clearly working under the water. Niall had never seen anyone jerk before. He himself had never done it. Yes, he fondled himself to ease the need to be touched, but he just didn’t know how to do it any better?

          And apparently, Zayn did, as he continued stroking himself under the bright moon light. Niall liked watching him as he finished off, before dipping under the water and wetting his hair which he massaged.

          He doesn’t even have soap? Niall pointed out to himself.

          Zayn washed under his arms and all around his body, letting himself float in the cool lake water. He looked so content, so happy. His hair sticking to his head, messy and matted, but the grin on his lips showed nothing but delight. He felt so free just floating there, like nothing could ever hurt him, like he could stair up at the night sky without having to worry about the morning sun, and the excruciating work it brought.

          But the moment was ruined when the sound of chitter chat interrupted him. He scurried to his clothing, pulling the raggedy shirt over his head, then the stitched, and re stitched slacks.

          He scurried back to his sleeping courters in the dark, nervously. What if they had found him missing? Come for him? He knew he shouldn’t had left…He was such an idiot.

          Niall watched with regret as Zayn weaved through the trees before disappearing from sight.

          The blonde knew he shouldn’t have been spying. But he just couldn’t help it. Zayn looked so wonderful in the moonlight, his body dripping in the cool liquid. Not before he was interrupted by Harry’s loud mouth. He was lucky Niall was his best friend, otherwise, he would have been smacked upside the head as he emerged from the brush, his hand laced with Mae’s.

          Niall then too came from behind the bushes, waving to his friend, calling his name. “Niall!” Mae screeched, running over to him before jumping on him, hugging him tight. “How are you love bug?” Niall smiled, kissing her nose before setting her down.

          The 16 year old was always like a sister, and Niall loved her to death. Not as much as Harry did though. He loved her like there was no tomorrow.

           “Shall we?” Harry gestured. “We shall,” Niall smiled, pealing down to his under garments before jumping into the cool water.