"Arabian Nights"
Part 21
by Mel
Viggo had almost fallen asleep. It had happened before, when he had gotten so furious that all he was able to see was black and red, afterwards he was always drained. As such he lay on Karl's divan, listening in silence for time as Karl and Sean talked. It was obvious to anyone who listened that neither were at all easy with simply talking to each other. But with all their attempts to get Viggo to talk after their initial meeting failing, they had to talk to each other lest everything fade into silence.
It took a few tries before they both settled on something they had in common, other then Viggo, commanding troops. They traded stories of their moments in battle, and though the two men were as different as night and day, they were fundamentally the
same. There was still something underlying this all that neither seemed ready to tell Viggo, but the Prince could be patient when the need struck. He would wait until they were ready to tell him.
Their soft banter however was more then enough to begin to nod off. Just as his eyes began to close he realised the noise in the room had died. Opening them again he found two sets of eyes looking at him with more then enough amusement. Viggo rolled his own eyes and stretched, rising slowly.
"And now that you two have finished having fun at my expense, I think it's time I took my leave." Viggo murmured dryly.
"Are you sure you want to go back?" Sean's grin was sly as Viggo remembered it and Viggo was happy to see some of the playfulness return to his old friend, even if it was at his expense. "What if your two Desert Kittens aren't playing nice?"
"Then Karl can have them too," Viggo's smile was sweet, "I'm sure you'd love that."
Some thing seemed to flicker in Sean's eyes, but Viggo wasn't sure precisely what it was. Could it have been protectiveness? Was Sean attached to Karl?
Karl laughed, making Sean smile. "I am afraid not, Princeling, you can keep both Hell cats for yourself. I have more then a handful right here." And both men shared a smile at that.
Viggo was glad they were getting along so well, but was surprised at how alone he suddenly felt, even among those he counted closest to him. Had he been changed so much by the events that had occurred? Or was it simply that they were growing without him? Viggo wasn't sure if he liked either option, he could not afford to loose the friendships he had, he would fade away if he did.
"Just don't go getting into any trouble you two!" Viggo realised he was probably being ridiculous, they would both be here for him if he ever needed them. Viggo smiled at them, content with his knowledge. There was something happening between the three of them, but time would see what became of it. He knew, without any doubt, that he would die for either one of them. "I will see you both for dinner, yes?"
"Of course," said Karl, "would not miss it for the world, princeling."
Viggo chuckled as he left the room. But his thoughts soon drifted to his two wayward kittens as he made his way back to their rooms. Because they were now 'their' rooms. Viggo knew, for everything else, he would not be giving up Elijah any time soon. The boy would find himself in much trouble if he tried what he had done today on any other Lord. But, for all that had happened, Viggo found himself intrigued by the young Prince. Something about those blue eyes...
He didn't get much time to think on it before he found himself in front of the rooms, waving the guards back to their other duties. And seeing the most exotic thing he'd ever seen.
Elijah's pale skin contrasted against Orlando's coffee as the two kissed, their lips merged together. Viggo stopped, unable to bring himself to step in, to interrupt. The desperation and the sorrow that saturated the two was enough to make Viggo pause.
However, when Elijah fell to his knees Viggo's iron clad resolve was tested, but he held firm. This was something for the boys to work out. And Viggo would be bathing in cold water tonight.
Orlando was making soft noises that echoed through the room as Elijah took him into his mouth, slowly, easing the length in. Viggo watched in rapture as the pink lips engulfed him, sucking carefully. His cheeks hollowed, taking in as much of the other boy as possible before then pulling back, keeping just the head between his lips.
Sweat sprinkled on coffee skin, dark eyes watched the prince on his knees. His fingers were threaded in the dark curls, the colours between the two contrasted against each other. Dark and light, merging together till you could barely pick which was which. Viggo watched, his breathing deepening. He ached to join them, but something was holding him back.
Viggo didn't think he'd be welcomed in this moment.
Young Elijah knew what he was doing and brought Orlando quickly to the brink, the sounds that he had been trying to keep at bay were steadily getting louder and more frequent.
"Elijah, I'm going to-"
Orlando choose that moment to look up, his eyes heavy with desire. They widened in something akin to horror, but he could not stop what had already begun. Viggo watched Orlando become undone in those chocolate depths, the soft whimpers became a single cry. His whole body shuddered, Elijah swallowing all he had to offer.
Elijah licked him clean, taking his time before rising to his feet. Orlando's eyes didn't leave Viggo.
Arms wrapped around the street rat's form, nuzzling his neck. It took Elijah a few moments before he realised Orlando wasn't paying any attention to him. He then noticed Viggo's presence, blue eyes flickering with emotion before he buried his face in the crook of Orlando's neck, body tensing.
"We didn't do anything wrong," Orlando said, arms wrapping suddenly around Elijah. Protective. It was good to see and lightened Viggo's heavy heart. "We just... He needed... I thought-"
"It is all right Orlando," as beautiful as he was flustered, Viggo did not see the point of letting him fret. "I am not angry." Elijah peaked out at him through heavy lashes, still curled around Orlando. "On contraire, I am pleased the two of you are getting along so well."
"Really?"
Viggo smiled, "of course."
"And you're not going to go all Demonic on us?" Orlando asked.
"I certainly hope not." Viggo muttered dryly, "I just want a cold bath."
"You don't want some of this?" Orlando all but purred, leaving one arm around Elijah, while the second ran down his own body, dancing over heated flesh.
"Orlando." Viggo's growl was a warning, but one that Orlando ignored.
"No? Well then," the smile was sinful, "how about this?" The hand on Elijah trailed over the silky white skin. Elijah seemed torn, he didn't know wether to arch back into the touch or shy away from it. For a moment unsure eyes held Viggo's. What ever he found in them must have sparked something in Elijah as they grew determined and he arched into the older boy's touch. The movement brought a gasp from all three of them.
He still wore the same rich blue pants on, but that didn't seem to hinder the young prince at all. The bulge outlined in the sheer fabric was testimony enough that Elijah was enjoying the attention.
"Just look at this milky skin. Don't you want to taste it?" Taking his own advice Orlando dipped his head, letting his tongue trail up Elijah's exposed cheek, making the boy moan. "Like sweet wine." His hands, busy as his eyes locked with Viggo's, found the drawstrings, tugging them undone. The soft material pooled at his ankles, leaving him naked before them.
Viggo couldn't breath. Chocolate and sapphire depths stared at his, lust ridden, full of desire, holding him captive. He couldn't move, instead watching the two of them as Orlando's slim hands found Elijah's arousal.
"He's so hard, Viggo," Orlando purred as Elijah tried to rock into the touch. "Don't you want to come over here and join us? To touch his body? Let your hands map his flesh? Make him cry out for only you?" Orlando's voice grew heavier with each word, he licked his lips, eyes burning. Still Viggo didn't move, though the temptation to walk over to them was driving him insane.
"Don't you want to take him into your mouth Viggo? Bring him to the brink of oblivion again and again, show him how to worship someone? Or would you want us on our knees?" The image of the two of them, kneeling before him, loving him made him groan, bringing a smirk to Orlando's lips. "You would like that, I think. The two of this sucking you, taking you to ecstasy, loving you-"
"Ahmed."
The name was gasped so softly that it froze the two other men in a moment before they both stared down at Elijah. His eyes were screwed up, face flushed and breathing ragged. He was rocking into Orlando's hand, but it was obvious he was somewhere else entirely.
Orlando began to pull back, causing Elijah to whimper, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. "Please don't stop, Ahmed."
"Keep going Orlando," Viggo rasped, causing Orlando to look at him. "Do not leave him like this."
"But Viggo-"
"Can you feel his pain?" Viggo asked. "He needs to be rid of this, and it will take time before he remembers to call someone else's name in ecstasy."
And so Orlando did.
The Street Rat closed his eyes against the pain he could see, but quickened his pace. Viggo watched on in silence. Elijah came hard, crying out the name that haunted him so. His body collapsed against Orlando and he easily held the extra weight against him.
Elijah's breathing slowed and his face went a distinct shade of red.
Viggo smiled warmly, though if you looked closely, you could see where tears had formed in his eyes. Elijah and Orlando were truly beautiful, even amid such sorrow.
"If you two can manage to keep your hands off each other," he said gently. "We are having two dinner guests tonight. I expect you both to be on your best behaviour." Now he stepped forward, moving slowly towards them. He kissed Orlando softly, taking a moment to ease the pain. His fingers brushed Elijah's cheek briefly, causing the boy to flinch. Viggo got the feeling if he wasn't so exhausted, Elijah probably would have made the attempt to bite him. "I will bathe first, and then you two may. Be sure not to take to long though."
Viggo left the two of them. "Now what will I do with those two."
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