"Arabian Nights"
Part 41
by Mel
“Would you mind coming and collecting Dominic?”
Karl looked at Viggo as he came out of his office. The prince looked much more settled, calmed considerably down from when he had entered. Karl looked at Viggo, noticing the change and was relieved. Even if he truly didn’t understand the reasons behind it. Viggo couldn’t be jealous could he? Especially when he wanted nothing more then for Sean and him to get along from the beginning.
He would have to ask the Prince another time, right now he was much more interested in questioning the new addition to the Prince’s harem.
“Sean?”
“Fell asleep on the cushions in the office, he seems... Very tired.”
Viggo looked very tired himself, but Karl didn’t mention it.
“I do not trust Dominic to walk anywhere without you or I. He is very clever and I don’t think it would be wise to leave him in the hands of people that couldn’t handle him.”
Karl had heard of the guard’s mistakes and many rigorous training programs were being put in place. Such carelessness would not be tolerated. “Of course, Viggo. Until I can rectify this problem, even I do not trust my own men with Dominic.”
Viggo smiled at him as they walked, the grin teasing. “Has Hugo talked to you yet?”
There was a soft groan from the other man. “Not yet, but it’s only a matter of time. With the attempted assassination and the near escape it will not be long before the Caliph seeks me out. My men have become lax in their duties.”
“Perhaps a little, but these new training programs will be good for them. I would be very interested in offering my services if need be. Maybe the men would benefit from some European tactics.”
Karl thought on it for moment. “Yes, that would work out well, and perhaps Sean would be interested as well.”
The Captain had yet to see the other European man fight, but the way the Prince had often spoken of Sean’s skill greatly interested Karl. When Sean was feeling up to it, Karl was looking forward to pitting their skills against one another. He hoped the other man would be interested in the idea.
“Perhaps,” Viggo allowed, “you will have to ask him. Sean use to take a great deal of delight in teaching the younger men back home.”
Karl nodded, filing the piece of information away for a later date as they reached the Prince’s rooms.
Viggo paused at the door, a gesture that surprised Karl. Was the prince scared to enter his own rooms? Karl watched as he took a huge breath, entering his own courtyard in slow, measured steps.
Viggo was delighted to see all three boys in the courtyard, where he had left them. He hadn’t admitted it, even to himself, that they could have escaped. Between the three of them they were certainly resourceful, and if they had chosen to, Viggo would never have seen any of them again. He had worried on that almost constantly since he had come to the realisation of it. Not only that if they were ever found they would have been killed on sight, but also that he would return to an empty home and bed.
That thought saddened him beyond all else. It was amazing just how dependant he had become on the boys. Their forced separation was not something the Prince wanted to relive.
Dominic was the first Viggo noticed, the boy sitting moodily and by himself to the side. Getting a good look at Dom since the fight that morning, he took notice of the boy’s injuries. Elijah had done quiet a good job. Dom’s lip seemed split and they would have to take care that it did not become infected. The base of his jaw was swollen, which Viggo would have worried about if he hadn’t already checked that it wasn’t broken. The fresh bruise had blossomed on one eye. All in all the boy looked quite pathetic and Viggo hopped that he would refrain from provoking Elijah again.
Orlando and Elijah looked well. They had shed their shirts as the day heated up, bronze and ivory skin complementing each other. Both were talking, standing and Orlando seemed to be trying to demonstrate a dance step to Elijah.
Viggo hadn’t much time to think on what Ian had taught the boys, but Orlando had mentioned dancing at one stage, as had Sean. Both boys had been quite proud of the skill, though Viggo himself had yet to see it in action. Steeling himself, Viggo made his presence known.
“Dominic.”
The three boys looked to the door together, Dominic’s sullen expression changing to one of unease when he noticed Karl behind the Prince. Viggo was surprised to see a healthy dose of fear in the young man’s grey eyes. Karl was obviously someone to fear should you cross swords with him.
“Would you accompany the Captain, he has some questions for you.”
Dominic hesitated, causing Karl to growl, “I believe the Prince gave you an order, boy.”
Standing quickly Dominic followed Karl as he left, flicking his eyes pleadingly to Viggo. Viggo bit his tongue, forcing himself not to say anything that might undermine Karl’s position. Dominic had brought this upon himself, after all.
Sighing Viggo crossed the room, easing his tied body onto the cushions. Today just didn’t seem to want to end and he was tired just thinking about the days events. He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more then to sleep, even though he knew he couldn’t. There was still so much to do and he had to wait for Dominic to return. He didn’t relish the thought of that conversation, the idea of it already making his head ache.
Elijah and Orlando shared a look before returning their eyes to their seated Prince.
“You look tired, my Prince,” Orlando murmured, seating himself beside him. Gentle fingers undid the ties of the front of his shirt, pulling it free from his body.
“Very worn,” Elijah agreed, kneeling at his other side, bending over to ease his sandals off, skilled hands kneading at Viggo’s feet.
Viggo purred under the affectionate ministrations, wondering what he’d done to deserve such attentions. At their gentle hands he eased further back into the cushions, feeling the tension begin to disappear. The Caliph’s realm could fall into despair right now and Viggo wouldn’t care.
“Perhaps the Prince will allow us to dance for him?”
At this Viggo’s eyes opened a crack, looking up into two pairs of eyes. Both looked a little nervous, but otherwise excited. Elijah was biting at his bottom lip, which Viggo found quiet endearing.
“Does it require me moving?” Viggo teased.
Orlando swatted him playfully, but a huge smile spread across his face as he stood. “Of course not, sire. Lie back and let us do the work.”
Viggo sat back, eyes now fully open, intrigued by Orlando’s confident demeanour. Both boys stepped back, their shirts missing in the heat of the day, leaving them in only their loose pants. Viggo was painfully aware of the exotic contrast they both made, Elijah with his fair skin and alluring blue eyes and Orlando’s coffee skin and heavy curls.
Orlando lifted his hands to the sky, palms and feet mapping out a steady beat against the silence of the room. Elijah’s movements mimicked Orlando’s, just one step behind his friend, his beat the effective counterpart to Orlando’s heavy one.
Their hips moved in sync with the rhythm they created, rocking back and forth. They were slow movements, almost hesitant without the aid of any music. Still, they kept time with the claps of Orlando’s hands and the tapping of their feet.
Elijah moved suddenly, feet still tapping as he spun his body around Orlando’s as the beat picked up. Orlando’s own body followed Elijah’s turning on the spot, eyes never leaving the small boys, taking on a distinctly hungry shine. Heat pooled in Viggo as he watched the two dance around each other.
His hands rose as the spinning hastened. Elijah’s spine arched, curving his body, causing his fingers to graze Orlando each time the tips passed him. Their eyes never left each other’s. As Elijah passed Viggo again, Orlando caught him by the waist. Though the clapping stopped, the drum of their feet more then made up for loss of noise. Their body’s were pressed together, Orlando held one hand out to balance them as the now span together, in the time to the rising beat they had created.
Elijah’s body arched against Orlando’s, his feet slowly rising from the floor. Orlando supported them both, leaning back as Elijah snagged his own ankles. Viggo’s breath caught watching them, Elijah trusting Orlando completely as the other boy now span for them both. The sight brought a surge of pride in Viggo, in a few weeks his Kittens had come so far, a shaky truce blossoming fully, becoming trust, friendship and love. Viggo thanked whatever Gods had chosen to grace them with this moment. The dance was the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long time.
Letting his ankles go as the spinning slowed, Elijah let his feet fall back to the floor, finding the lost rhythm easily. They slowed right down, the steady thumping of their feet dying to nothingness. No part of their body wasn’t touching the other. Orlando held his arm gently around his waist, Elijah’s eyes staring up as they now stood remarkably still.
Both Elijah and Orlando had forgotten their dance had been for the Prince and Elijah jumped when Viggo’s hand brushed against his hip. They both looked to the Prince even as Viggo caught Orlando’s lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. Elijah could feel Orlando’s pulse speed up, the boy’s whimper echoing in the silence. The kiss seemed to last forever, Orlando’s hold on Elijah still firm even though he was beginning to squirm.
When the Prince lifted his head, Orlando actually gasped for breath, the sound starling Elijah. For a small moment fear seized Elijah. What would he do if the Prince decided to take what was rightfully his? What if he couldn’t be convinced to leave him be?
A thousand words died in his throat when Viggo looked at him. There was so much in those eyes, warring from lust and passion to pride and tenderness. Elijah knew in that moment Viggo would not take advantage of either of them, no matter how much his body might want to. Elijah knew, should he wish it, Viggo would not even touch him.
Elijah wanted nothing more then for Viggo to touch him right now.
Viggo’s lips found Elijah’s, the soft touch rocketing through the young man. Viggo kissed him much more gently then he had Orlando, letting Elijah set the pace. Orlando was rubbing his back gently and Elijah could only wonder what the other boy might be thinking. He clung desperately to the two of them, drowning in Viggo’s kiss.
When his tongue touched Elijah’s lips the boy stiffened. He couldn’t help it, this was all too fast, especially with a man he hated less then a few days before.
The Prince felt the change immediately, ending the kiss almost sadly. “Not before you are ready, my kitten.” He pressed his lips to Elijah’s forehead, “I would not force you in this.”
Orlando too looked a little sad. In truth, he had wanted to share this moment with Elijah from the beginning. But his promise to the young man hung heavily in his mind, so he tugged gently at Viggo’s arm, coercing the reluctant Prince to follow him to the bedroom.
Viggo looked at Elijah standing in the middle of the room before they disappeared into the shaded bedroom. “That is the second I have scared away in a matter of days.”
“Never fear, my Prince,” Orlando cooed, pushing him gently onto the divan, feet dangling over the edge. “Sean and Elijah love you and will come to you when they are ready.”
The Prince stared at Orlando who was smiling a little smugly, kneeling before him. “You do not know anyone else here that intimately, my Lord, being as busy as you are. And Karl and I are not scared of you at all.” Orlando’s grin widened. “You might growl loudly, but you are really quiet the Child’s Bear, my Prince.”
“I am just a toy, am I?” Viggo purred, lifting Orlando’s face by the chin. “Just a Teddy Bear?” He claimed the boy’s lips rather possessively. Orlando whimpered, surprised by the ferocity of the Prince’s kiss. He had teased Viggo mercilessly before, but never with a reaction like this. For the first time since this whole drama had begun Orlando felt truly owned by his Prince. It made Orlando kiss back harder, making Viggo fight for his dominance.
Viggo growled, a sound that shot straight through Orlando, and dragged him from the floor onto the divan, rolling the boy beneath his body. At no time did he break the kiss, nor cease the struggle to maintain his dominance over it.
Orlando drowned in the sensation, gave into it, feeling the Prince straddle his withering body. Letting Viggo take control. Orlando clung to the man above him, loosing his mind as Viggo’s hands, equally possessive as his lips, stroked at his heated flesh.
Breaking the kiss, Viggo stared down the panting boy, fighting not to show any of the arousal he felt. “If anyone here is a toy, Orlando,” Viggo purred, “it would be you.”
Orlando shivered at the rough tone in the Prince’s voice, resistance crumbling. “Yes, my Lord,” he husked, kissing the man’s jaw before nuzzling at his neck. “Will you play with me, my Prince?”
“Of course, kitten, but where should I begin?” He teased. Viggo smiled when Orlando’s breath hitched when his curious fingers brushed over the boy’ s nipples. “There are so many things I wish to play with,” Viggo leant down so he could hiss in Orlando’s ear, “so many things I wish to do with my new toy.”
Orlando could only whimper as Viggo tugged gently at his ear, sucking at the lobe. Heat pooled his body as he realised that the Prince was going to take his virginity. He pulled back so he could look into his Lord’s eyes, steeling himself for what he was about to say.
“Whatever you wish to do, my Prince, I give freely.”
Until the words were spoken, Viggo had been under the impression they were simply teasing one another. That they would share a few more heated kisses before Viggo would use the bathing room to relieve his problem and attempt to not fall asleep before Dominic returned. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Orlando would be willing to take this further. He stared at him, realising there was trust, stained with a healthy dose of nervousness, in Orlando’s eyes. There was also the unmistakeable evidence of the boy’s arousal resting against his thigh.
Viggo kissed him, trying to think around his aroused mind. He didn’t want to take advantage of Orlando, or hurt him in any way. Nor did he want to give the boy a reason to hate him later. A small sliver of fear imbedded itself in his mind, and though he would attempt to throw it off many times, Viggo knew he would never be rid of it. The fear of loosing these boys, all that would come to him, would live with him forever.
Orlando could almost taste the hesitation in the Prince’s kiss, but also the arousal. He smirked, squirming against his soon-to-be lover, enticing him. Viggo purred into the kiss, but one hand snuck between their bodies and pushing firmly against Orlando’s stomach, forcing the movements to still. He pouted into the kiss, breaking it.
“Do you not want me?”
Viggo looked at Orlando’s hurt eyes, sighing to himself. “It is not that kitten,” his fingers stroked the flesh idly. “I simply would not have you do something you would regret later. You mean too much to me to rush into this.”
Orlando looked at him with an odd expression. “That’s all?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t find me repulsive?”
Viggo stared at him, unable to believe that Orlando had asked that. But Orlando was biting his lip, forcing himself to look Viggo dead in the eye. He was serious. Viggo’s face softened, kissing him again gently. “Never.”
Orlando’s smile lit up the room. “Then there’s nothing wrong. What I give I am giving freely. No regrets.” Another kiss, leaving Viggo breathless. “I love you, silly Prince. I want this.”
Viggo smiled, trusting Orlando’s judgment. “It will be my pleasure, Kitten.” When they kissed this time, it was of desire rekindling, their earlier seriousness washing away. Orlando’s body arched, fingers clawing at Viggo’s back, dragging the firm flesh down upon him. “You are all mine today, Orlando.”
Orlando purred against any bit of Viggo’s flesh that he could find. The Prince set him on fire, fingers now tugging gently at the ties of his pants. His never left Orlando’s body, they were always touching his flesh in one way or another. It made Orlando feel pampered, protected. Loved.
Viggo took a care not to rush things. He knew Orlando was relatively new to this, and he did not wish to scare the boy from him. His kitten, however, seemed to burn in his blood, making him want to forgo all preparations. To sink into the delightful body below him. He would never do that, but the thought, the primal need was still there. Viggo rid Orlando of the rest of his clothing, and his own, as quickly as he could.
Everything heightened when Orlando could feel their bare skin rub against skin. He gasped, a desperate mew finding its way passed his lips. Viggo kissed him again, the touch loving, if a little hungry, pressing his full weight against Orlando, grinding their cocks together.
“Oh Allah,” Orlando hissed, “that feels... wonderful.”
Viggo’s smile was warm, rubbing against him again. “I thought you would like that.” He nuzzled lovingly against the young mans neck. “Can I... keep going?”
“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
Viggo chuckled. He sucked lightly at the skin of Orlando’s neck, feeling the boy wither beneath him. When he was satisfied with the large purple mark his lips were going to leave, Viggo continued down his bronzed kitten. He took the time to lick at the hardening nubs on Orlando’s chest.
Orlando was in going out of his mind. Pleasure spiked his body in ways he hadn’t thought possible. Who could have known his neck would bee that sensitive? Or his nipples? Viggo seemed abnormally smug as he moved onto the second nipple, bathing it in the same amount of attention.
Viggo could feel the young man’s need. It rolled off him, saturating the Prince’s tongue as he continued to lick and kiss his way down the offering before him. With every movement, every sound, Orlando made, Viggo’s own arousal sparked higher. He loved being able to bring him to this level. This need, want and desperation. Viggo would gladly spend his whole life in this bed, bring these sounds, these needs, from his Orlando. He would make sure Orlando never forgot this.
His lips travelled further, his tongue licking at Orlando’s navel. The reaction that caused was most delightful, the boy crying out loudly.
Oh My. Orlando’s head thrashed. He certainly hoped no one thought he was dying. He was making enough noise to wake the dead. The thought brought a brighter stain to his cheeks and Orlando bit into his lip, silencing himself.
Viggo looked up, eyes hooded, lips swollen. “I want to hear you, Kitten,” he cooed, lips kissing his skin. “Make as much noise as you wish. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.” Orlando shook his head, wide eyed. Viggo licked up the side of his cock, forcing a gasp. “That’s it, let me know you’re enjoy this. Never try to stop the passion you’re feeling.”
He keened when Viggo took the head of his arousal between his lips. The Prince chuckled, the sound making Orlando shudder.
He took Orlando carefully between his lips, ensuring the boy felt every single second of the torture. One hand went to a table beside the bed, reaching for a vial of oil. After the last few times he and Karl had been caught without it, Viggo didn’t want to take that chance again, placing one within easy reach should he and the Captain had become impassioned. He quietly popped the cap, coating three of his fingers as he sucked harder.
Orlando’s eyes shot open when slick fingers brushed against his entrance. Automatically he tensed, unsure of what to think, or feel. Viggo choose then to swallow his arousal, sucking lightly, causing Orlando’s body to arch and howl. He barely noticed the press of one of Viggo’s fingers, the digit meeting little resistance as the young man relaxed. Orlando couldn’t stop the low groan, but he shivered in response to the answering purr from Viggo.
The second and third fingers met resistance, Orlando’s tight body squeezing around them. But Viggo was patient and he continued to lick and suck at the boy’s arousal, keeping him on the edge of his own peak. Soon he was pumping them in and out of Orlando’s body, delighting in the noises the boy made whenever they brushed his sweet spot.
“Please Viggo,” Orlando whimpered. “I cant take much more of this.” Heavy eyes pleaded with his own. “Please.”
Viggo slowly withdrew his fingers, letting his Kitten’s wet arousal slip from his lips. He rose up over the young man’s body, enjoying the startled yelp when he kissed him. Orlando withered beneath him, clinging once more to his skin.
“Are you sure?” Viggo asked against his lips, forcing his body to still.
Delighted chocolate eyes stared up at him. “More then I have ever been.” He kissed him again, touch lingering. “I wouldn’t have anyone else as my first.”
Viggo groaned, swooping down, claiming the boy’s lips. He moved slowly, pressing his own arousal forward as gently as he could. His Kitten was so tight and it took all of his control not to slam forward. Orlando deserved much better then that.
Orlando gasped into Viggo’s mouth. He couldn’t stop the sound no more then he could deny the burning sensation that rose beneath him. Orlando had known this would hurt, but even that had not prepared him for the searing sensation. He bit his lip, fighting to relax his body, to make things easier.
Viggo paused, feeling Orlando’s soft whimper of pain. “We can stop,” he panted, rising on his elbows so he could stroke Orlando’s face. “This doesn’t have to go any further.”
Orlando bit his lip, not trusting his voice, and shook his head. In answer he pushed down, gasping as he forced Viggo the rest of the way in. “Just... just give me a moment.”
Viggo held his breath as he waited, stilling his movements. He watched Orlando’s face as the pain began to fade away, replaced with wonder. He waited for the discomfort to recede before he slowly pulled out and pushed gently back in, his arousal brushing Orlando’s sweet spot as he did.
Orlando’s eyes widened, pleasure making his face flush. “Oh Allah!”
Smiling Viggo kissed him again as he began to rock in and out of the now welcoming body. Orlando seemed at a loss of what to do as pleasure seeped into his body. He managed to hold onto Viggo’s forearms, kissing him back desperately. He had never felt anything as wonderful as this.
Viggo built their rhythm steadily, using Orlando’s mews and sighs as a guide. Reaching carefully between their bodies he grasped Orlando’s arousal. His Kitten wailed, chocking on the sound as his body arched.
“Viggo, I’m going to...”
“It’s all right,” Viggo gasped, sucking at his neck, “I’m right here. Come for me.”
Orlando did, crying out his name, body tightening around him. He continued to rock into the boy, feeling him shuddered, watching the ecstasy course across his face. Viggo could only follow him, kissing him suddenly as his body racked with the fierceness of his reaction.
He collapsed, being careful to roll off Orlando’s body, sinking into the mattress. Orlando rolled with him, slim body fitting easily into his own. Viggo smiled sleepily, the day's long events getting to him and he kissed the top of Orlando’s head.
It wasn’t long before the Prince faded into sleep, unable to help it as his exhaustion got the better of him.
Orlando only moved when he was sure Viggo was asleep.
He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone yet, but the bags that were collecting beneath his Lord’s eyes were a source of worry. One Orlando hoped that he could relieve, if just a little. He sat up, shifting uncomfortably at the empty feeling, covering Viggo up as he stood. He smiled fondly as Viggo rolled into the warm spot he had left, seeking him even in his sleep. The nap would do him good, and Orlando would ensure none would wake him.
Moving quietly, Orlando left the room to make use of the Prince’s private baths and await Dominic, and Elijah’s it seemed, return.
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