"Arabian Nights"
Part 33
by Mel
Darkness filled him.
Hands grabbed him from the darkness, dragging him, trying to stop him from
running. Sean ran from them, but the fingers tore at him, biting into his
flesh. He could feel them tear at his soul, ripping fragments from him.
Above it all cruel voices taunted him.
"You are worthless, Slut. Tainted. Unworthy of your prince."
Sean covered his ears, his eyes closed as he ran head long through the darkness,
those voices whispering his darkest thoughts.
"You have no right to keep on living."
Sean whimpered against the words, but his own protests were weak, sending
rippling laughter echoing through his mind.
He fell, elbow having connected with the wall, sending him falling against
it. Sean was barely able to keep himself upright, landing on the floor, the
fall jarring up his spine. His fists hit the wall, pain spiking. But in that
blessed moment the voices stopped.
Sean slammed his fists against the wall, harder and harder, drowning out the
voices. He was silent in his actions, only the slightest whimper escaping
his lips. Finally, the voices stopped, the darkness still filled him but the
scratching hands receded.
He lay down, curled around himself, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
*****
Karl was unsure how one could loose someone for almost an entire day. Sean
was someone that everyone knew, he was hard to miss. Yet no one had seen him
all day. Karl’s own search had sent him all over his Lord’s home,
from the stables, to the highest peak his search had found nothing. He was
frantic, he could not loose Sean.
Night was coming, the day was disappearing from him, when he heard something
that did not fit with the quieting of the palace. A whimper struck a cord
in him and he stopped, cocking his head, listening for it, hoping the sound
would come again.
It did, the pain shivering up Karl’s spine. He looked for its source.
A terracotta urn decorated the hallway, and poking out from the back, catching
the last of the evening light, was a single pale foot.
Karl’s heart jumped. Sean.
Coming around the other side of the urn he found Sean curled around himself,
bloodied hands covering his ears. He slept, caught up in something that pained
him, caused him to twitch and whimper. Another tug at Karl’s heart and
he reached out, gentle fingers brushing against the blond slave’s cheek.
******
"My little slut," the voice hissed in his ear, raw with it’s
own need and passion. An angry hand curled around his cock even as the man’s
arousal forced itself deep into his body. Sean screamed behind the gag in
his mouth, unable to even voice his pain. And yet his body, scarred and bleeding
from the whipping he had received, reacted to the warmth of the hand around
him. His cock grew, hardening under the expert touch.
The voice laughed in his ear, reaming harder, tearing his body open. Blood
trickled down his thighs. "Whore," the tone was almost affectionate,
alien under the onslaught, Sean’s eyes closed, tears seeping out from
beneath the lids.
"Open your eyes!" Sean could only obey as the hand squeezed painfully
on his cock. "That’s it, slut, remember, no one else will ever
touch your tainted hide. Your body belongs to me." His other hand ripped
the gag from Sean’s mouth. "Now scream for me, slut."
Sean could only scream as he pounded into him, stripping his soul bare, tearing
him in half.
Through this waking nightmare he felt gentle, ghosting fingers touch his face.
Easing something within him. Through the darkness his eyes opened.
*****
Karl winced as Sean suddenly screamed out. His body racked within his nightmare,
struggling against the bonds that held him tight. Karl’s gentle fingers
stroked his skin, caressing lightly, but he made no other move to wake him
from the dream. Karl knew he would wake when the nightmare met its end, and
that he would be by his side when he did.
Almost as if feeling the call of his soul, Karl watched as Sean shuddered
one last time, his eyes parting as he did. The soft noise that passed from
his lips as his eyes cleared from the visions that plagued them tore at Karl’s
heart. His hand cupped Sean’s jaw as the blonde man looked up at him.
Tears slipped silently from green eyes, though he didn’t speak. In fact,
Sean’s whole form was silent, still. Karl held his breath, almost fearing
the violent reaction he expected. It didn’t come.
He lay there quietly before leaning carefully into Karl’s touch. Karl’s
breath escaped him, thumb caressing Sean’s cheek gently. He kissed the
heel of the hand gently, eyes closing in something a kin to surrender. His
voice was heavy and broken when Sean finally spoke.
"Take me home, Karl."
*****
Sean was too light.
Karl carried the tall man’s body into his room much too easily given
his size. Was he not eating? The thought scared Karl beyond measure. He was
curled around him, Sean’s head resting against his chest, legs and back
supported in his arms. Sean slept, though not as uneasy as before. A healing
sleep. Karl was relieved.
Pausing in the hallway he had to choose now where to go. Right would lead
him to the Princes chambers and possible true healing. The left was to his
quarters and uncertainty. Sean could wake wanting either of the possibilities,
and perhaps this trust that was forming between them would be lost. The Prince
would wish to know that Sean was safe, and he was certain the Kittens would
enjoy seeing him.
"Take me home," Sean breathed against Karl’s shirt, "with
you."
Karl needed no other encouragement, going to the left.
His rooms were in need of a clean, but he placed Sean gently on the bed. The
half sleeping man rolled into a small ball, making Karl’s heartache
for him. Sean had been through so much, he deserved so much more. Karl went
to leave him to his sleep.
Sean caught his shirt. "Please don’t leave me."
Karl paused for just a moment before shucking his shirt and crawling into
bed behind Sean. Sean made himself comfortable, his back pressed to Karl’s
front. Karl’s hand rested lightly against Sean’s heart as he slowly
fell to sleep.
Karl knew two things for certain as Sean’s breath began to even out.
He was falling in love with this blonde warrior. And the man who had hurt
him would pay dearly for it.
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