"Arabian Nights"
Part 31
by Mel
Dawn saw Viggo pacing. He was fresh from waking, all tousled and bedridden, still in the pants that he slept in. The man was a nervous wreck, too twitchy to concentrate on anything that required more then a second's attention and it was much too early to even think on going to the training yards to work on his irritation. Karl and Sean would both be sleeping now, or at least they should be.
Viggo should have been asleep to, he had a busy day today. There was much of the Caliph's paperwork to see to, Karl had wanted him to come down and teach some of the guard northern fighting techniques, the Caliph had also requested that he spend some more time with his new brother and sister.
And his kittens were returning today.
Viggo knew without a doubt that that was what had gotten him all riled up and unable to sleep. In all the time they had been gone, Viggo had missed them terribly. Even Elijah whom had not shown the briefest hint of enjoying his company. The whole time they had been gone Viggo had longed for them to be back with him again. He had been careful not to go anywhere near the slave rooms, if for no other reason then if he had seen them, even once, Viggo would have insisted they be returned to his keeping, trained or not.
Sean had been a saviour in his insistence to go and keep an eye on them for him. Viggo ached to whisk them away, but he had resisted with Sean's gentle assurances that they were both well and looked after.
"You must stop doing this to yourself."
Viggo turned, surprised. In his musings he had seen neither Karl nor Sean enter. Both were dressed and Karl's long hair braided. He had noticed the hair had been well kept over the last couple of weeks. Viggo wondered idly if Sean had done it, almost grateful his blonde friend was opening up to Karl enough to do such an intimate act.
"You should both be abed," Viggo managed as he over came his surprise and continued his pacing. "I am fine."
"You are not," Sean countered calmly. "The thought of your two boys returning has worried you."
"Stop pacing," Karl added, "you hurt my eyes with your constant movement."
Viggo ignored both of them, causing them both to share a glance and a conspirators' smile. Viggo did not see them coming, suddenly Karl's rough hands were beneath his arms, crossed over his chest. Sean's hands were at his ankles, and they were both lifting him.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" Viggo sounded halfway between outraged and amused. He didn't struggle, not wanting to dislodge Karl and to start the day with a bump on his head.
Both men moved quickly, crossing the courtyard and depositing him almost gently among the pillows. Viggo looked up owlishly at the two men who were scowling mockingly down at him. Their elbows brushed each other as their hands rested on their hips.
"You will not fret on this like some nervous woman!" Karl said. Viggo had to bite back a scratching reply, the look in Karl's eyes was quite serious.
Sean sat with a sigh beside his legs. "Elijah doesn't know yet, but he will adore you Viggo. He has a past to him, he is a young man who has lost everything without any choice in the matter. It will just take time."
Viggo closed his eyes. Even the truth took time for one to believe it.
"And Orlando will forgive you, he did not understand why it had to happen, but I'm certain he does now." Viggo felt Karl slip onto the pillows behind him. Carefully he lifted Viggo's shoulders, pulling him gently backwards so his head was pillowed against his shoulder.
"You must try to stop worrying about such things." Sean whispered, causing Viggo to open his eyes. Wide, worried green eyes watched him. The concern in them made Viggo's breath hitch and he lifted his hand to brush a stray strand of hair from Sean's forehead,
It was the most natural thing in the world for his hand to cup Sean's cheek in his hand, watching in awe as Sean's luminous eyes closed and opened again, almost nuzzling his palm. He drew Sean closer, his wonder increasing, as he didn't back away. His hands landed either side of Viggo's body, Sean's own stretched over the top of him. He brought Sean's face to mere moments from his own where he stopped, holding his breath, blue eyes staring searchingly into green.
Sean pressed forward the extra inch, lips pressing hesitantly against Viggo' s own. Viggo sighed, lips parting silently, eyes closing in reverent prayer. Sean kissed him gently, tongue darting between his open lips, tasting light, still hesitant. Viggo kissed back, lips moulding lightly to Sean's taking his time to learn the gentle pressure and taste of the man against him. Karl watched calmly, his hand slowly stroking Sean's side, the other hooked around Viggo's waist.
Sean pulled back suddenly, eyes wide. He almost looked like one of the deer they use to hunt in the winter. Viggo snatched his wrist even as he tried to scramble backwards.
"Don't run from me, Sean," Viggo's voice sounded heavy and husky to his own ears. Could Sean hear how much he wanted him here? "I want you to stay with me, I have wanted to do that for so long," his voice was a little sheepish.
But Sean didn't seem to be listening as he managed to tug his wrist free. His eyes were full and frightened, something echoed below the surface. Something Viggo hadn't noticed till now, Sean had kept this fear very well hidden. He didn't even seem to be seeing them as he turned, stumbled on normally sure feet and ran.
Viggo moved, intending to go after him, and Karl's arm tightened around his waist. "Let him go, Princeling. He will not run far and you are perhaps the last person he wants to see right now."
Viggo turned carefully in his arms so they were facing one another, looking into heavy amber eyes. "What has happened to him, Karl?"
Karl looked steadily into his eyes, "Sean wished that I keep this from you, even though I've only guessed what could have happened. But you need to know now. I believe Sean's last Master raped him."
Viggo hissed, the slight pressure of breath causing Karl to flinch. Though Karl didn't look away, he wished never to be on the receiving end of such fury. Viggo's body trembled beneath Karl's hands, his eyes burning. Karl's own anger merged with Viggo's.
"Who was he?"
"I do not know," his voice hard, "but I will find out." Karl lent forward, pressing his forehead against Viggo's. "And I will go and find Sean, you need to stay here, or have you forgotten who's coming home today?"
Viggo had not forgotten, in fact he longed to see them suddenly, the comfort that the two young men could offer would be welcome.
"But you are so tense," Karl purred, his voice dropping huskily. "You can't meet your kittens like this, you'll frighten them both away." He teased, drawing a small smile from Viggo. "Perhaps I can 'relieve' a little tension?"
He swooped forward, taking Viggo's lips hungrily between his own. Fire spread quickly through Viggo's veins, heat kindling. He moaned into Karl's mouth.
Karl broke the kiss, latching onto an ear lobe. "Perhaps you should let someone else be the master for a while?"
Viggo's body hummed and he managed a nod, feeling Karl chuckle against his neck. The braids and beads fell beneath Viggo's partly open shirt, tickling his skin, causing him to gasp.
"Perhaps we should move this to your chambers, Princeling, I do not care for a repeat of our last performance." That said, Viggo was surprised to find himself upside down, body thrown over Karl's broad shoulder, staring at his back. Coils of black ink reached out from the small of Karl's back, causing Viggo's arousal to heighten. He sucked at the marked flesh, feeling Karl squeeze his thigh as he moved quickly through the courtyard and into the Prince's inner chamber.
While the courtyard was bright and airy, the inner chamber was lit only by candle light. It was cool mainly due to the fact it was such an enclosed space. Karl knew it would heat up momentarily.
He dumped Viggo's body upon the silk bedding so he's sitting on the edge, delighting in the disappointed mew that passed from his lips as Karl took away his new toy. He lifted the light shirt from Viggo's body, bringing his arms up with it, wrapping the shirt around his wrists. He then pushed Viggo back into the bed, looking down at the ravaged prince.
"You are a lovely sight," Karl purred, Viggo's body arching at the desire in Karl's voice. "So responsive," he fanned his fingers, dragging his hand down Viggo's chest. "So willing to give in to me today."
"I don't," Viggo panted, "always have to best everyone, Captain."
"So I noticed, my Princeling," Karl mused, fingers curling in the waistband of Viggo's pants, pulling the drawstring free with ease. He eased the material down, greatly aided by Viggo, who lifted his hips, trying to get Karl to move faster. Karl would not be rushed, smiling in amusement as Viggo whimpered. "My, you are an impatient thing!"
Viggo actually growled, the sound reverberating along Karl's spine, making his shudder. Eyes hooded in arousal stared up at him and Karl decided perhaps it wouldn't be wise to tease Viggo too much, after all the idea was to relax him.
"Relaxed you shall be."
Karl bent over Viggo, long braids trailing over his already weeping cock, making Viggo whine, hands grabbing at pillows in reach. Karl ran his tongue along the vein, finally tasting the prince as he had longed to since their last meeting.
Viggo was in ecstasy, trying not to rip his bedding as he squirmed against Karl's touch. It had been an awful long time since Orlando had done this for him, and even longer before that. He would not last long, and Viggo wasn't sure he really wanted too.
He kissed the head, the taste of Viggo staining his lips. Karl swallowed him, forcing the thick length into his mouth and down his throat. Viggo cried out, clutching the sheets. Karl hummed, bobbing lightly, holding Viggo's hips down.
"Karl," Viggo gasped his name, robbed entirely of speech. Karl sucked a little harder, making Viggo squirm delightfully, Karl was impressed that he had not torn the shirt apart in an effort to move, as he would have done. But Viggo was always one who surprised Karl.
The gentle gasps and mews were coming from Viggo's lips constantly now, Karl knew Viggo would not last all that much longer and Karl found that notion quite pleasing, sucking harder, fingers roaming from their place on his thighs.
"Karl I'm going to," Viggo couldn't finish the sentence as Karl's questing fingers suddenly passed over his entrance. His body curved, almost completely rising from the bed. He came with a hoarse shout, filling Karl's sucking mouth with his seed. The obscene slurping sounds Karl made caused him to twitch, the cleaning sucks keeping his arousal hard.
He let Viggo go with one final sucking pop, making Viggo groan. The prince watched with hooded eyes as Karl crawled up his body, breath catching at the lust filled eyes that came with that body.
Karl kissed him, ploughing his tongue and the last drops of Viggo's cum back into him. Viggo opened to the delicious onslaught, keening at the taste of his own seed in his mouth, the hungry sound swallowed by Karl's lips.
"Oil, love?" Karl managed to murmur between kisses.
Viggo's brain had melted and it took him a few moments to process the question. Once he did he broke the kiss, cursing. In Danish. This made Karl rub his arousal against him. "None," Viggo gasped, "there is nothing in any of these rooms that is even useful."
Karl's fingers strummed against Viggo's entrance, appearing somewhat thoughtful considering the arousal that dug into Viggo's stomach. Viggo whimpered into his neck, sucking at the flesh in an attempt to distract himself. "Have you known the touch of a man here?"
The 'yes' was said against Karl's neck as he bit lightly.
"Good."
Karl moved quickly, startling Viggo in his moment of bliss. Hands moved his legs apart, lifting and spreading his buttocks. Viggo felt the gentle ghost of Karl's breath against his entrance. He couldn't possibly mean to- Viggo practically howled as Karl's tongue drew across his opening, teasing the puckered flesh. He chuckled against his skin, causing Viggo to shiver.
Karl continued to wet the hole, holding the Prince still even as he tried to rise to meet the questing tongue. He pressed gently, as he breeched him, happy to find he entered rather easily.
Viggo withered as Karl began a stabbing motion, loosening him whilst he seemingly tried to touch his pleasure spot with his tongue. He had never felt anything this good in all his life.
It was now easy for Karl to slip a finger in. He lifted his head as Viggo hissed while forcing himself to relax. Karl leaned up and kissed him as he continued to ease the wet digit in. Viggo groaned into the kiss, wiggling down on the finger, wanting more. Karl gave it to him.
The walls were infinitely tighter around the second finger, but Viggo's pleased groan into their kiss kept Karl's steady pace. "Karl please, I can not take much more of this," Viggo groaned as the fingers grazed his sweet spot.
"Your wish is my command," Karl laughed against Viggo's lips, slipping his fingers free. The head of his arousal rested against the opening, just enough to tease Viggo.
Viggo arched, pushing his body flush against Karl's, gasping as the head of Karl's cock entered him.
It took all of Karl's will power not to slam into him. "You are certainly testing my control, Lord Viggo."
"I will not break Karl," the whisper was hot against Karl's lips. "I need you now."
"I would not hurt you," Karl had to kiss those lips, feeling Viggo constrict around him.
"I do not care if you hurt me," Viggo growled, wiggling, pulling Karl further into him.
The Captain groaned, biting his lip and pushed forward steadily. Viggo's answering moan sung through his veins. Karl buried his face in Viggo's neck, biting down on the tendon there. Howling, Viggo opened underneath him, allowing the last of his arousal to fill his body. Karl panted, his balls resting comfortably against Viggo's ass, watching as Viggo thrashed beneath him, pleasure and pain scrolling across his face.
"Move," he gasped, legs wrapping around Karl's waist.
Karl rose up, causing Viggo to cry out. He placed his hands on either side of Viggo's head, looking down at the sacrifice laid out before him. The Prince's skin was flushed, hair damp against his skull, arms straining to stay above his head. He kissed the Prince, ravaging his mouth, feeling him whimper against his lips as he pulled out.
Slamming back in caused them both to cry out. Karl's pace was hard, but Viggo loved it, he needed it. His body rocked with the force of the thrusts, hands struggling to keep himself stationary from their position above his head. Karl found his sweet spot, angling so he hit it with each thrust, the keening wails Viggo made vibrating through his body.
Viggo knew he would not last much longer, his nerves already frazzled, mind and body overheating with the shamelessness of the act.
"I wish Sean was here."
Karl was not sure why he said it, but suddenly he longed for the blonde man to be by their side. To be caught in this, drowned in sensation. If anyone deserved this, Sean did.
Viggo pulled his hands free easily, capturing Karl's face between them, kissing him wetly. He arched, body convulsing, his seed drenching their stomachs. With the muscles locking around him, Karl pushed forward, moaning into Viggo's lips as he came within the Prince.
Not letting him go, Viggo continued to kiss him. Karl was not sure if it was sweat, or tears, that were staining his lips. When he pulled back gently, Viggo's eyes were free of tears, though infinitely sadder.
"He will come to us," Viggo whispered, kissing him lightly again. "There is nothing we can force from him."
Karl nodded, he would never dream of such a thing. Withdrawing from Viggo he saw him wince and could not help a dry chuckle. "You will wish you had taken it slow as I had wanted to."
Viggo grinned, "It was worth a little discomfort. I am certainly much more relaxed now."
Laughing Karl's lips found Viggo's before rolling off him. Viggo caught the glimpse of the black ink etched in Karl's back as he stood. Viggo knew one day soon he would make Karl loose control simply by making love to the intricate curves of the tattoo. Karl found his pants, pulling them on, hiding the tattoo from Viggo's view.
"I will bathe quickly, it will not do to find Sean smelling of sex," there was a tired grin as Karl pause at the door, looking back at the bed, seeing the worry lines begin to crease the Prince's face. "Never fear, my Lord, I will look after him."
Viggo's smile was almost peaceful, "then I leave him in gentle hands, even if they are not my own."
"Do not fall asleep," Karl teased, "it would not do for the Kittens to find you such, all ravaged and naked."
Karl ducked out before the flying pillow could hit him.
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