"Arabian Nights"
Part 22
by Beryll

 

'Lost' was what Elijah thought, as he followed Orli, his gaze fixed to streetrat's feet, his mind focused on the tingling sensation that still ran through his body. 'Lost to a worthless piece of shit'. How could he have allowed that little bastard to use him like that when it had been him who want to use and abuse?

Instead he had stood there panting and whimpering, his passion on display for his 'master'. Maybe his father had been right after all. Maybe he was just a cheap slut.

He shut that thought away, as he felt the telltale burning behind his eyes. He would not cry. Not again. Never again. He wouldn't show weakness. They could use his body but they could not touch his soul. He told himself that over and over but somehow it refused to sink in, fear gripping his heart when he remembered the barely disguised lust in the eyes of the prince who now owned him.

A shiver ran down his spine, cold and fearful. He remembered well, what the prince had said. That he should count himself lucky for getting away that easily, that any other master would have punished him hard for that attack. Yeah, sure. Elijah knew men like prince Viggo. His father was just the same. Punishment would come when he least expected it. But he would stay alert.

Orli turned left into another room and Elijah followed without looking up. He didn't want to see where he was going. Didn't want to know what awaited him next.

Go have a bath, the prince had said. As if he would ever feel clean again. The guards who had brought him here had done nothing but leer at him but even that made him feel sullied beyond repair, filling him with the wish to scratch off his skin, to cut his pretty face so nobody would ever look at him.

How his brothers and sisters had envied him for his looks. They would never understand, why he despised his own beauty. Who ever looked beyond the obvious? Ahmend had. He had seen the bright mind burning behind the pretty face. He had talked in earnest instead of offering meaningless compliments.

'No, don't go there', Elijah told himself firmly, instead focusing on his surroundings, taking in the tiled bathing room with the great pool of cool water in the middle. Orli had already shed his scant clothing and was wading in, dutifully obeying their masters wishes.

Elijah snarled silently. That bitch. Willing pleasure toy to his master. Bile rose in Elijah throat as he thought of Orli actually insinuating that Elijah wanted to take prince Viggo from him. No way in hell he would allow the prince to touch him. He would rather die.

"Are you coming?" Orli called from the pool with a mixture of cheerfulness and mocking. "Or are you afraid of water?" He grinned insolently and Elijah suppressed the urge to smack him. How was he ever to survive this?

He took off his own pants and followed the streetrat into the pool, enjoying the cool water against his skin despite himself. He waded deeper in till he could duck under completely, ignoring Orli's curious gaze. He had had his taste. It would remain the only one.

He washed calmly and efficiently, making sure that he didn't get close to the other boy. The last thing he wanted was to give Orli any ideas. Still he felt the streetrats eyes on his back, when he left the pool again.

Some servant had slipped inside and taken away his pants, leaving silken ones that were so soft and light one could almost see through them. They were the color of a early morning desert sky, hard to tell if blue or sand colored. Beautiful really, but all Elijah could think when he put them on was, that he looked like a fucktoy in them. An expensive fucktoy, yes, but still just a toy.

Matching pants had been put there for Orli. Only his were a rusty red, showing off his tanned skin and brown eyes. Elijah watched as Orli got dressed too, having to admit, that the boy did look good in a rough way. His limbs were not soft and smooth as his own but lean, a body made for running.

The streetrat grinned when he noticed Elijah watching and he looked away quickly.

"Shall we go back?" Orli asked and Elijah nodded quietly. No use holding off the inevitable any longer. Again he kept him gaze on Orli's feet, not wanting to see his new 'home' just yet. There would be more than enough time for that.

All too soon they arrived back at prince Viggo's quarters. And what was even worse - obviously they had dallied to long, for the princes guests were already there. Elijah heard their voices from the main room even before they entered.

His gaze swept over them and he immediately tensed. The man sitting opposite the prince he recognized as the captain of the caliph's guard, who had been standing beside the caliph's throne. And the way the man casually flicked some of his braid from his face, as his gaze traveled up and down Elijah's body appreciatively was rather obvious.

He stopped in the doorway while Orli sauntered over to the prince's side, kneeling down next to him like the obedient little slave he was.

Prince Viggo looked over his shoulder for Elijah and gestured him over too, when he spotted him in the doorway. His feet seemed to fight every single step, but Elijah made them walk over, then stopped next to the low table where Viggo and the Captain were lounging, his whole body speaking of the fact that he didn't want to be here.

Then he noticed a third man sitting at the table. This one so quiet and motionless that he had at first missed him, despite his exotic looks. Blond hair trailed down to his shoulder, shining like molten gold. He was wearing strange clothes too and for a moment Elijah thought him a foreign trader. But then he noticed the obvious slave's branding decorating the back of the man's hand and the quiet sadness in his green eyes.

He had the body of a warrior, strength and agility barely hidden in his quiet posture. The Captain must own him and with a shiver Elijah considered what he must have done to his slave to break him thus.

"Sit down and behave!" prince Viggo said and for once Elijah hurriedly obeyed, kneeling close to the prince as well, trying to escape the hungry stare of the Captain.

Thankfully the talk quickly turned to politics again, the prince and the Captain discussing matters of state, that Elijah would have been able to contribute quite some useful information to, had he been asked. But he was ignored, the prince cuddling Orli, feeding him juicy bits from the table, Orli curled up in his lap like a faithful little dog.

Elijah attention remained mainly fixed on the blond slave and when Elijah finally caught his eye he could not suppress a shy smile. At first it was not answered at all, the green eyes remaining dull and sad. The wish to reach out to him was so strong that Elijah had to sit on his hands to keep them quiet.

And when he looked up at the man again, there was a slight sparkle in those green eyes, lighting them up, making the man's face become alive. Elijah was only granted a short nod, before the other slave turned back to eating quietly while listening to the prince and his owner. But it was enough to set Elijah's heart racing.

 

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