"Arabian Nights"
Part 15
by Mel
A young woman whose name was Nada took Orli in the hand. She was adorable, her long dark hair pulled back from her sweet face, barely a child, and flittered around Orli as if she were a nighttime breeze carrying the scent of the desert with her. Orli had never bathed before, it was a pastime favoured by the rich and well to do. To use water in such a fashion was not even thought of by one who lived in such an arid landscape.
When Nada came at him with a cloth dipped in water from the basin, Orli pulled back and away from her. The girl soothed him quickly, making soft noises that calmed Orli. She showed him how to wash, the sweet scent of the water mixed with fragrant soap filling his nostrils as the soap began to lather against his skin. Nada scrubbed his back, giggling as he purred. Would his Prince's hands bathing him be this soft? Orli didn't think so, he thought they'd be strong and soothing. And would Karl's be the same?
Orli very quickly squashed his rising passion. It would not do to give Nada a fright, though he was more then certain that she would have seen worse as the young girl chattered how she would help bathe the Caliph's guard after a battle. It was entirely innocent, the girl was too young for any guard to look twice, but Orli was sure she would have seen her fair share of a passion-ridden guard.
They finished quickly, though Orli decided he'd like to bathe with Viggo or Karl for an extended period, and Nada helped him dry. She showed him some light clothing Viggo had chosen for him and left him to dress. As Orli dressed he couldn't help but smile. He was happy. Being a street rat was nice enough, he even got on well with most of the merchants he stole from and they usually turned a blind eye as long as he wasn't stealing more then a little food. But Viggo didn't want him to steal, his Prince wanted him and nothing more. It was elating really.
As he finished dressing Orli's feet began to wander. He wasn't too sure how much longer he had before his Prince wished him back, but he was certain he had enough time to duck down to the market place and let a few friends know where he'd gone.
Orli didn't make it past grand arch of the palace.
"Hey!" A guard's hand slammed down upon his shoulder. Why was it, whenever he was in the wrong, normally friendly people seemed to become towering ogres? He actually knew this guard, he use to be a stable boy, he to had watched Orli grow up. "Where are you going, slave?"
The word actually made Orli pale, his skin going ashen. A slave. He was no longer his own person, he was Viggo's.
The guard already had a firm grip of his arm and was leading him back into the palace before he had a chance to do anything about it. Orli tried vainly for a moment to struggle but the hand was firm and he seemed unconcerned about the looks they were getting from the other members of the household. The guard didn't exactly drag him, he had a little more decorum then that, but every so often he would look to Orli, just to be sure he was still following him and not attempting to go in the other direction.
Orli was lost in his thoughts as the guard took him down the hall. He was no longer his own person. His actions were no longer his own. All were governed by one person, one man. Viggo.
He didn't know wether to kill him or cry. Yes, he wanted to serve his prince, but at the risk of losing himself? Viggo was not going to know what hit him, because Orli wasn't even sure what he was going to do.
The guard stops at the doorway, and not unkindly, lightly pushes Orli inside. Orli looks at him for a moment and the guard nods before returning back to his post. Both he and Orli know this is where he belongs now. Orli can't help the slightly desperate sigh that escapes him. He belonged wherever Viggo was. Orli had never felt so elated, or terrified, by a simple thought as this one.
Viggo was not in the same room Orli had left. Nor was he in the bathing room. Orli moved cautiously to the third archway off the lush garden. He hasn't been in here yet, but it seems bright. Parting the curtain carefully Orli peeks his head through. What he sees leaves even him speechless.
This room is longer then the others, but not quite as wide, it gives off the appearance of a large corridor. On side is stonewall with a few weapon racks upon it and Orli decides quickly that he'd love some inks, to trail lines of colour across the dusky red. The other wall is not a wall but open windows that show Aqaba in all it's finery and splendour.
And in the centre of the room was Viggo. The prince wore nothing but a pair of loose white pants that hid very little from Orli's attention. His upper body, diverse of clothing and free to view, was pale in parts and patched with blistering burns in others. Orli was certain that he should not be handling a sword in such a manor, considering the burns, but he did. The great weapon caught the last light of the sun streaming into the room, reflecting silver back at him. It fit easily into Viggo's hands and he moved it precisely through a series of movements. It looked like a rather exotic dance that Orli had never seen, it made his skin flush and his breathing quicken. He burned with the same raw heat that Viggo's aching limbs must.
As Orli moved into the room his prince spun around, lightening fast, facing him with the raised sword before his form relaxed. Orli couldn't help but smile and came further in. Visions of just how easily Viggo could have over powered him earlier came back to him. But he hadn't, he had let Orli do as he wished. The thought of him being equal to Viggo whilst being his slave was a rather amazing that he could not think on it long. Instead he moved until he was stopped in front of Viggo.
The prince looked at him quizzically, his blue eyes tired as he looked at the younger man before him. Orli could see the beginnings of the stress that was going to weigh heavily on him begin to show in those bright blue eyes. Reaching out Orli carefully took the sword from his loose hands, putting it on the racks before silently taking the prince's hands in his own. He led him to the bedroom, his eyes not leaving Viggo's as they walked.
Pushing gently Orli guided Viggo till he sat on the bed, Orli between his parted legs. Viggo sighed, hands massaging the line of the younger men's hips. Worry still creased the prince's brow as Orli let his fingers trail through the long hair. Viggo nuzzled Orli's belly, breathing in the scent of the desert that surrounded him. He would never tier of the smell of Orli, or that of Karl. Orli's was sweet and young as Karl's was spicy and mature.
"I am your slave."
The soft words, spoken with such confusion, made Viggo cringe, burying his face deeper in Orli's stomach, his arms tightening around him as if he feared the street rat would run. Viggo did not speak, of which Orli was grateful as it allowed him to continue on uninterrupted, his fingers continuing to run through the fine hair.
"It scares as well as excites me, my Lord. I have always been my own person, I have known nothing else. I have done as I have pleased and survived with out anyone." The fingers tightened slightly in the hair and he used it to ease Viggo's face up so they were both staring into each other's eyes. "So why am I willing to give up everything I know, all I am, just to remain with you?"
Viggo smiled slightly, "I am glad you wish to stay, little Kitten. You have enchanted the captain of the guard as much as you have myself." Again he nuzzled at his tummy, seeking and finding skin beneath the light clothing. His tongue traced the flesh, tasting it as Orli gasped above him. "You are my slave Orlando," the name was purred, rumbling against Orli who hardened in response. "But only out of necessity, for I would do all I could to keep you from harm."
Orli grinned, dimpling cheekily. "I love the way you say my name." He lifted Viggo's face to his again, this time to bestow a kiss to his lips. "And I will be your slave for you, my Prince, even if my must simply act it at times. I will do my best for you." Orli felt giddy at the relieved smile Viggo graced him with. Until he remembered why he had been asked to leave the room to begin with. "You are not angry with Karl are you? It was my fault, my Lord. It was I who-"
"Hush Kitten," Viggo soothed, tugging lightly so the young man was on his lap. "I am not angry with you or with Karl. From what Karl has said he has watched you grow from a child, I find it only natural that there would be such an attraction between the two of you. Just wait until you meet Karl's new slave."
"Karl has rarely taken a slave, and then only man servents," Orli murmured, making Viggo laugh.
"Jealous, Kitten?" The pout made Viggo laugh some more. "It is I who should be jealous, you and Karl make quite the fetching couple," gentle hands removed Orli's shirt from his body, enticing a soft moan as Viggo's lips found Orli's collar. "All dark skin and sinful eyes. Lovely." Another suckle before his blue eyes are boring into Orli's. "I would share you with him, if that's what you wish."
Orli's breath caught for a moment before he nodded, leaning forward to kiss his Lord. The kiss grew steadily more heated and Orli straddled Viggo's hips, hands fisting into hair. "Only if I get to have you first." And with that Orli continued with his attack, both sinking into the bed, loving each other carefully until they slept.
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