"Arabian Nights"
Part 73
by Mel
When Eric had received word that both Viggo and Sean had entered the desert, he had fallen apart. He had been in France at the time and had received the frantic letter from one of Viggo’s younger sisters. By the time he had gotten back to Denmark, the trail had been long cold. It had been his father’s idea, upon hearing one of the Caliphs within the Arabian desert would be celebrating his birthday shortly, that it was high time they started among friendly terms with their southern neighbours.
Viggo was his closet friend, the young prince had always been a part of his life. Though, as a kid, Viggo had been an annoyance, the older the boys had gotten, the closer Eric felt to him. Soon, without even meaning to, Eric had taken it upon himself to look after Viggo. Even when he was taken far from him, Eric often defended Viggo, though he was sure the Prince had never heard of it. Eric had gotten quiet the reputation that if anyone sullied Viggo’s name they would find themselves at the wrong end of his sword.
Sean had always been his brother in arms. Though he had met Viggo first, he had been unable to shake the ‘little brother’ feel the boy had exuded, Sean became his first real friend. Being only a year apart in age they shared everything, with Viggo tagging along as a little brother would. They had gotten in and out of trouble in their younger years, always managing to keep Viggo blameless throughout their ordeals. A few years past and Viggo became a fast friend as well, they had gone to battle with each other, had been there when they had killed their first men, their first kisses, loves, dreams and hurts. Though Eric went away often as they got older, no place felt more like home then Viggo’s laugh and Sean’s tender smile.
It had been almost inevitable that he and Sean had become lovers.
Eric knew he couldn’t take Viggo’s place in Sean’s heart. The man had always been smitten with the boy. Eric could never blame him, he had never met a man who had not fallen in love with Viggo on first sight, but the first time they had shared a kiss, Eric had felt used. A substitute for the one he could never have.
Of course, it hadn’t take Eric long to realise, if chosen, Sean’s love was boundless, and he had chosen Eric to share part of his heart. He learnt to not dread the day Sean finally told Viggo his feelings, but long for it. His friends asked for so little in life, he wanted them to have at least this. Eric knew his place in their hearts had been secured long ago, it was something that would never be lost.
So to get here, finding them both alive, well and together had been a delight. Eric had feared, after hearing they had not left together, he would have to search for the men separately. He had scolded Viggo good naturedly about leaving without him, before filling him in quickly about his family. Viggo may not be on the best of terms with his father, but he did get along with most of his siblings. They told him things that had happened in their travels. Sean, surprisingly, kept silent about what had happened to him, though was quiet lively about explaining about Viggo’s ‘kittens’.
It had been hard to stomach, but for the first time in his life, Eric knew Sean was keeping something important from him.
Eric knew better then to push, but it was hard to ignore the flinches every time he touched Sean. He bit the inside of his cheek and, during dinner with the kittens, managed to keep his hands off Sean. At least the youngest one appeared to have Sean’s attention. The gentle care Sean showed around him was obvious, though the way the boy clung to him must have been uncomfortable.
The boy’s were beautiful, which both Sean and Viggo had neglected to tell him the night before. Each different, exotic from the meek blue eyed Jared to the laid back Billy, Eric could see why Viggo had not been able to say no to keeping them.
It was Orlando who stole the show though.
The boy was everything Sean and Viggo had been in their younger years. Wide eyed and in awe of the world around him, as well as fiercely protective of those who had a place in his beautiful heart. It was Orlando who let him in on the fact that Viggo had almost died a few weeks before. Viggo refused to meet his gaze and Eric wisely kept his mouth shut, but he would be having heated words with his little brother later.
Though the boy obvious head over heels for Viggo, Eric was delighted that he flirted with him during the night. Jared and Billy were both polite, but indifferent, and Dom and Elijah were surprisingly hostile. Sean, well, Sean was himself as much as one could be when keeping a secret. Viggo was drunk, which was wonderful, because not only was Orlando practically all over him, but the alcohol loosened his tongue enough that the first time since Eric had known him, Viggo flirted back with him.
It had taken Eric a while to come to the conclusion that he was indeed attracted to his ‘little brother’. It had taken even longer to stop feeling like a dirty old man whenever he found himself glancing at the other man in more then a friendly way. But Eric had made his peace with that a lot sooner then he knew Sean would. Viggo was no longer the gangly youth he’d known. None of them were. They were all men now, and though he would always love Viggo like a little brother, there was nothing wrong with loving him like he did Sean.
Orlando had been persuaded to come try the mead Eric drank. Eric always made sure to have a barrel or two with him, for occasions such as these. He knew how to handle mead, the honey drink was what he’d grown on, and what he knew his limits with. Orlando had, of course, never heard of the northern drink and had lots of questions about it. It didn’t take Eric too long to convince him to try it. And when he reached out for it, Eric drew his hand back, making the boy reach for it.
Orlando was simply adorable when he was frustrated and it was all Eric could do to keep from laughing. With one last, loud, effort he reached for the glass, following as Eric brought it far out of his reach and tumbling into Eric’s lap. Both Eric and Viggo roared with laughter, making Orlando blush and demand not to be laughed at. With Sean already safely tucked away in bed Eric smiled winningly, pushing the curls from the boy’s beautiful face. He huffed, a might indignant and went to move, when Eric wrapped an arm protectively around his waist.
“I think I like you right where you are, little pussy cat.”
There was a delightful little shiver that ran up Orlando’s body, throwing Eric’s body into overdrive. It had been a while since he had been with anyone, his search for Sean and Viggo had taken much of his time and thoughts. Eric, when he took on a lover, would put his whole soul into it, which was hard to do when your best friends were missing. But now everything was all right, they weren’t hurt, or dead, Eric felt relaxed and the burden fell from his shoulders.
With the mead and wine buzzing around, Viggo’s seducing eyes and the lovely boy on his lap, Eric truly let go. He stroked Orlando’s hip with his thumb, ducking his head a little to bury his noes in the boy’s curls, breathing in the smell. Orlando squirmed, a panted whimper on his breath. Eric was glad that Jared had the attention of the other boy’s as his fingers ducked beneath the waist band of the pants, teasing the flesh gently.
Viggo watched him, clear eyes boring into Eric. Eric met the gaze calmly. It almost made Eric smile when he realised it wasn’t jealousy, but envy in those eyes. Smiling inwardly he wondered who Viggo was most envious of, the boy, or himself. Gently kissing the curved junction between the boy’s shoulder and throat he trailed the warm kisses to his ear.
“Look at your master,” the words were whispered in his ear, hands still stroking teasingly against his flesh. Orlando’s eyes parted, making Eric chuckle against his ear. What a sight they must be, Orlando draped in his lap, head resting against Eric’s shoulder, tilted so his lips could easily caress his neck. His bedroom eyes partly open, both their eyes watching Viggo hungrily with Eric’s fingers dancing mad circles against his hip, delving ever closer to its prize.
“Wouldn’t it be nice of him to join us?” Eric asked, still whispering, “I’m sure he wants to have you right now. The both of us. I bet there are some lovely tricks we could teach him. Wouldn’t that be... nice?” Eric bit down on Orlando’s ear after his last word, making the boy arch against him and Eric moaning hungrily as he ground against his growing arousal.
Eric was learning quickly that Orlando was a boy of action, and putting an idea in his head would no doubt goad him into action every time. Eric barely had a moment before Orlando was out of his lap, descending on Viggo. Viggo, who hadn’t heard the whispered conversation. was surprised with an armful of Orlando, kissing him breathlessly. It was, however, gone just as suddenly, and Orlando was dragging him into standing impatiently.
Eric followed a little slower; poor Viggo had no idea the amorous kitten Eric had thrown into his hands, but he was certain it was well deserved.
“Sweet dreams, kittens,” Eric smiled, bowing to the remaining boys in the room. He got tentative smiles from Jared and Billy, but full blown hostility from Elijah and Dominic. The last time anyone had looked at Eric like that was when he had killed a noble’s brother. But Eric had never had to deal with that man again, the boys he would be likely seeing a lot more of. That sort of bad blood would not go down well, and he’d hate to put Viggo and Sean in the position of dealing with the fall out of the boy’s aggression.
Still, it was far too late to worry about it now, and he didn’t want to make Sean feel any worse then he already did. So he wandered from the room, following Orli’s breathless laughter and putting Elijah and Dominic to the back of his mind. He would worry about them when there was something he could actually do about it. For now, he would enjoy the company of his best friend and the young man he was so attached to.
The bedroom was lit with a dozen large candles and the pair hadn’t quiet made it to the bed. They stood in front of it, bathed in firelight, olive and pale skin glistening. Orlando’s fingers were deftly untying his shirt, pushing it from Viggo’s shoulders. They kissed, heatedly, Viggo’s lips claiming Orlando’s, their tongues dancing. In all the time Eric had known him, he had never seen Viggo like this, and the site took his breath away.
He cradled the younger man too his body, kissing him like he knew he deserved to be kissed. His arms were wrapped around him and Orlando’s hands stroked his chest gently. He watched as they moved slowly, so that Viggo sat on the bed, feet dangling over above the floor, the bed was very large.
With the heat pooling in his groin, Eric knew he would not be satisfied with simply watching for much longer. As if hearing his thoughts, the kiss broke and both men looked at him. Eric smile, instead of being pinned by the chocolate and sapphire gaze, he revelled in it, stripping the shirt from his body. They watched, Eric’s body was flawless, trimmed, toned and battle scarred, he worked hard on it. His father may require a diplomat, but he was a warrior first. As the shirt came up over his head he moved, prowling towards the other men on the bed.
Orlando was gorgeous. The boy was obviously no warrior, but there was not a scrap of fat on his body, and his long slim figure looked positively sinful in those scarlet pantaloons that didn’t quiet hide his body from view. He had kohl rimmed around his lids like the painted street whores Eric knew from Egypt, but with none of the cynicism. No, Orlando’s eyes were amused and aroused, no hint of the harshness the rest of the world felt. It was refreshing to see, it was something Eric knew he wanted to protect.
Viggo was thinner then he should be, Eric thought with a prang of regret, no doubt still healing from his recent brush with death. His dear little friend didn’t look more in need of protection then he did right now. Eric swore that he would not leave Viggo’s side for anything, that neither he, nor Sean, would have to fight on their own any more.
Letting those thoughts wash over him, Eric smiled at the two men, walking forward the two of them. Orlando reached out his hand, which Eric took, bringing the hand to his lips and kissing the knuckles. Grinning Orlando pulled him closer, pulling him flush against his back, the taller man’s arms winding around his waist. Fingertips brushed Viggo as he did, enticing a small gasp from the other man. But there was no denying the hungry look in his old friend’s eyes.
Eric shifted, ducking his head a little to meet Viggo’s lips with his own. There was a little awkwardness as Viggo’s breath hitched, but Eric didn’t move away and with a growl lips parted and he finally got the chance to taste the man he had longed to. The mead that Viggo had shared made his lips sweet and Eric moaned, licking the taste from them. Viggo shivered, Eric couldn’t tell quiet from, as at the same time Orlando began to nuzzle his neck, fingers slowly removing his clothing.
Between the two of them Viggo was soon naked, his practically prone body pushed gently against the sheets, moaning gently. Eric lay next to him, discovering the delights of his friend’s beautiful mouth. One hand was threaded in Orlando’s curls as he made his way down Viggo’s body. The boy was good judging by Viggo’s soft groans that melted into Eric’s lips. Still, when the boy’s mouth breathed over his clothed arousal he couldn’t stop the answering groan.
“Orlando’s been practicing,” Viggo whispered, breaking the heavy kiss. “Jared’s been teaching them.”
Eric moaned, hand stroking the boy’s scalp. “Has he made love to you yet?” The silence was really all the answer that Eric needed and he smiled. “I think I’d like to see that.”
“I couldn’t,” Orlando lifted his head, eyes worried. “I’ve never-“
Viggo made a soft noise, gently pulling Orlando up the bed so he rested on top of his body, his hands gently caressing his beloved kitten’s face. “There is nothing I would not have you share with me Orlando. I’d like you inside me tonight.”
“It’s ok, little one,” Eric stroked his back, pressing his lips gently to the boy’s temple. “We’ll help you.”
The boy nodded nervously and both men gently kissed him, slowly removing his clothing. They talked to him, easing him, the nervousness slowly leaving his frame as they touched him. He gasped gently as Eric moved him, kneeling behind him as he coated Orlando’s fingers in oil. It took time, coaxing and promises from both men before Orlando was urged to push the fingers into Viggo, stretching the other man.
Eric kissed him, hands stroking the boy’s sides, calming him. He was nervous, Eric could feel it through his whole body, but he gasped when his hand closed around Orlando’s arousal. It was all he could do too touch him lightly as a hungry moan escaped Orlando’s lips. Viggo watched them, blue eyes hypnotic as Orlando’s head fell against Eric’s shoulder, lips grazing his neck. Eric watched Viggo, seeing all his own feelings reflected in those eyes.
Gently they both guided Orlando forward, pressing him against the opening. All three men groaned as he pushed forward, hands falling either side of Viggo’s body. The Prince leant up, capturing his lips, his legs going around his hips, pulling his kitten further into him. Eric pushed him slowly from behind, keeping a steady pace, only pausing when Orlando lay flush against Viggo. Both men groaned.
“Move,” Viggo whispered impatiently, body shifting, or but forcing Orlando to move.
Eric’s stroking hand stopped them both, slick fingers brushing against Orlando’s entrance. “Wait, it will get better.”
Orlando moaned, withering against the invading finger. “Hurry,” he panted breathlessly, “I can’t stay still for long.”
Eric smiled, leaning over to talk directly into Orlando’s ear, though his eyes were on Viggo. “He feels good doesn’t he? The best thing you have ever felt?” Orlando whimpered as two fingers brushed his prostate, his hips bucking and dragging a tortured sound from Viggo. Three fingers and Eric could feel his control slipping, his lips mouthing at the arched throat before him. “It is only going to get better little Kitten.”
With that he moved, taking the boy’s hips in his hands and sinking into him. It was slow, intoxicating, and he took his time. The Kitten keened beneath him, all but collapsing on top of Viggo, giving way to the slow ministrations of the two men who held him. Eric groaned when he filled Orlando completely, rotating his hips slightly, stretching the tightness a little more.
“By Allah above, Eric, if you don’t move I’ll-“ Viggo cut off with a strangled moan as Eric thrust hard into Orlando, pushing the prone boy into Viggo. With a gasp Orlando clung to Viggo, his lips finding the Prince’s, devouring him.
Eric’s pace was brutal, the boy was tight, and watching the two men kiss beneath him broke what little control the man had left. He through himself into the boy beneath him, feeling him tighten even further around him. Lifting Viggo’s legs, he placed them over Orlando’s shoulders, changing the angle, watching, panting as Viggo hands clung uselessly to Orlando’s back. Dragging his fingers down the flesh, leaving vivid red streaks. The sound their Prince made beneath them left nothing to the imagination, Eric was certain the boy was hitting his mark with practically every thrust.
With the hitching sound in Orlando’s breathing Eric knew the boy was not far off, none of them were. Focusing on the boy mad things easier, but when he looked up, drowning in Viggo’s eyes, he couldn’t stop, thrusting harder into Orlando, the boy’s wail threading with his own howl as he came, filling Orlando as he filled Viggo.
Falling to the bed, both in a slight daze, Viggo groaned. “Please, don’t leave me.”
Eric smiled, laughter falling from his lips, as he moved, shifting Orlando, still buried in the Prince, and took him between his lips. It was awkward, with Orlando’s dead weight lying half on them, but it didn’t stop Eric, who swallowed half the shaft, groan reverberating along it as Viggo clung to his hair, crying out his name as he too came.
Three sated men shifted around, Viggo ensuring the young man stayed deep within him. The blush that stained the boy’s cheeks when Viggo whispered he wanted to fall asleep with his Kitten still inside him was worth it. They kissed for long, desperate moments, cuddled around each other, before sleep claimed them all.
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