"Arabian Nights"
Part 14
by Liz
Sean paced Karl's quarters, absently scratching over his shirt at the new, pink flesh knitting the whip scars on his upper arms. They were healing nicely, thanks to the balm, but the emotional scars… He closed his eyes. Worse, much worse, had he suffered and inflicted himself in war, but the indignities and pain his masters had gladly given him rivaled any he'd ever experienced. Sean supposed it was because while war was impersonal and cold, torture was particular; and, in the case of his own, given with great glee. It had been done to break him and bring him down to the lowly level of an animal. But they did not succeed, Sean thought, his fists clenching in determination… and trust will be a long time coming for anyone, especially my new `master'…
Karl. Blood rushed to Sean's cock at the thought of the Captain of the Guard who, essentially, owned him. His hand slid down the front of his breeches, rubbing, caressing the hardness there. When he realized what he was doing in his reverie, Sean mentally slapped himself and hugged his arms with both hands as he continued to pace. He's taking your place at your Prince's side, Sean's inner voice stated baldly to him. Soon Viggo will have no use for you, and the friendship you've shared for so long. The friendship you'd hoped would be more than that over time. Same old Sean or new, exciting Karl – if you were Viggo, which would you choose…?
Karl chose that moment to enter his quarters; when the Captain turned to look at Sean, the unfulfilled lust in his eyes and kiss-swollen lips told Sean that SOMETHING had happened. But who with? Viggo? Rage bubbled up in Sean's pounding blood, and he could do nothing but stare hard at Karl, who was… What was he doing?
"Sean – "
The blond had no idea his simple name could be infused with so much longing and hunger, but Karl's breathless pronunciation contained desire beyond measure. Briefly stunned, Sean merely watched as Karl crossed the tiled floor to him, all flowing robes and dark sin, and took Sean's face between his hands for a thorough kiss. Karl's hot tongue demanded entry, and Sean mindlessly parted his lips to taste Karl; spices and sweetness dissolved in Sean's mouth, and he groaned when Karl ground his hard cock along his own, heightening the already heady kiss. When Karl pulled back, though, Sean's mind snapped to attention. He did the first thing that instinct told him to do.
He punched Karl.
Reeling, Karl toppled backwards and hit the floor with a resounding thump. His beautiful, dark face reflected his bewilderment as he looked up at the blond `slave'. "What - ?"
"You're the same as the others," Sean growled, shaking all over from anger. His stomach knotted when he realized that he was not only being used, but being used as a substitute for Karl's unsatisfied need. But that shouldn't bother you, his inner voice said; you don't want Karl, do you? You want Viggo, your prince, your friend… "I'll kill you if you use me as they did!"
A sweep of Karl's feet at Sean's legs dropped the blond to the floor, but catlike Sean rolled the second he felt the floor and pounced atop Karl, his fist connecting again with the Captain's jaw. "Sean! Damn you!" Karl spat out, along with blood. Sean had pinned one of his arms, but Karl was able to get his other hand free and clamp it around Sean's taut neck. "It's not like that, you bastard!"
"I – don't – want – you!" choked Sean, whacking the side of his hand at the inside of Karl's elbow. "Touch – me – again – and – you – will – PAY!" A final, violent chop loosened Karl's grip at Sean's neck. Stars swam across Sean's eyes when a knee connected with his groin, and the excruciating pain made Sean topple to the side, letting Karl gain the upper hand. Even over the crushing agony shooting through his balls, Sean could feel Karl's rigid cock as Karl straddled him… and he could feel Karl's dagger. The edge bit into his throat. Mind whirling with ways to disarm the Captain, Sean barely heard Karl's words.
"You've assaulted the Captain of the Caliph's Guard, Sean." He was so close, warm breath on Sean's face, hazel eyes aflame with scorn and passion. "I could have you killed for that, but I'm sure Prince Viggo wouldn't allow it. And it would be a shame to kill someone such as yourself."
Sean knew it was the wrong thing to ask, but… "Such as myself?"
Karl's lips came closer. Sean could almost lick them. "Beautiful. Sensual. Perfect. Deadly."
A roar exploded from Sean; his arms shot up to the inside of Karl's, knocking them and the blade akimbo, sending the steel skittering across the tiles – but not before blood bloomed at the base of Sean's throat. A minute amount, from barely a scratch, but it was enough to push the blond to the very edge of a berserk rage. He hauled Karl to his feet, only to knock him to the floor again with a well-timed punch to the jaw. "DON'T YOU EVER…!" Sean bellowed, pointing a firm finger at Karl. Karl staggered to his feet, retrieving his dagger as he stood. Flashing eyes met Sean's; then it seemed Karl decided the fight was over. The Captain stormed from his quarters without another word, without another look at the blond `slave'. The moment the door clicked shut, Sean slumped onto the divan. He was cold, and alone… and one thought made him even colder.
Why do I want him so…?
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