"Arabian Nights"
Part 95
by Mel
When Sean deposited Karl on his bed, he paused. The captain lay beneath him, for a moment he was unsure what to do. This was the man who had kept him, even to a tiny degree. He was also the man who had helped bring him back from the edge he hadn't even realised he'd come close to. Sean could still remember the feel of the other man's lips on his at the auction block. And the feel of his fine hair running through his fingers as he braided it. Every memory Sean had of Karl filled his mind as the scent of the other man wafted up from beneath him.
"Sean, you need to do something," Karl ground out, his body stretching like some exotic cat. "Or I'll do something."
Sean chuckled, the rumble spreading through the two of them, invoking new memories, new tales to tell. Sean settled, sitting astride Karl, feeling him stir beneath him. His arms nested easily on either side of his head, so that his elbows rested against the divan. This way his hands found their way into Karl's hair, running through the tiny braids, resting against his temples.
"This has been a while coming, hasn't it?"
Karl nodded, the movement tickling Sean's fingertips. Leaning down the rest of the way he kissed him again, softly at first. Karl didn't let that go on for very long. He squirmed, arched against him. Sean could feel him growing restless, and for all his trying to keep it at a leisurely pace, Karl seemed bent on testing his patients. When teeth bit at his bottom lip, Sean growled, giving in.
Grinding down into the Captain's obvious arousal feeling him move against him. Karl's own hands gripped at Sean's arms, anchoring him, reminding him who he was holding onto.
"Come on," Karl pressed up against him, "please Sean, I've waited too long for this."
"I think I like you begging," Sean purred, his lips pressed against the hollow of Karl's neck. He tasted like the spice of the desert, it was a heady thing, something that Sean had wondered on when the lights had been lonely. Of when he had wondered if he should ask Karl to come back to his own bed where he slept. Sean guessed the wondering was over, especially with the way he arched against him.
"Don't worry, I won't leave you wanting."
"Just as long as you don't stop doing that," Karl hissed as his fingers dug deeper into Sean's muscles.
It didn't take long to undress Karl. Far too soon, too quick, the layers of clothing fell away leaving him bare to the gaze. Honeyed skin , dark hair and eyes, for a second Sean's hands couldn't stop roaming that skin. Everywhere he touched was warm, Karl was heating up. Sean was sure he was heating up too, it was hard not to, Karl had reached beneath his breeches. He growled, pressing against the touch Karl chuckling.
"Good?"
"A bit too good, you may want to stop that, else it'll end before it starts."
"We can't have that," Karl laughed against Sean's skin, the warmth of his breath heating his skin. "Can we now?" His hand squeezed once more, making Sean bite at his shoulder, before he slipped out.
The hands fumbled at his breeches and Sean lifted enough off of Karl to help him wiggled them off. Soon they lay together, Sean found his hand stroking over Karl's skin, his other reaching to the table, to the oil he kept there. They kissed, Karl let his tongue trail through his mouth, tasting him again.
Sean's oiled fingers paused against the top of Karl's cleft and for a second they looked at each other. For a long moment Sean was sure it would forever etched in his mind, months of sparring around each other had led to this. Then Karl rolled, crawling to his knees. Sean could see the surge of lust in Karl's eyes and Sean knew he would be hard pressed to deny him. Should he want to.
With one last, hard kiss, Sean slipped in behind him, lips searing against the back of his neck.
Karl didn't make it easy for Sean to keep from hurting him. His hand held tightly to the other man's hip, holding him still as possible. The way Karl gripped at his finger, and then at his second, showed he hadn't done this recently, but also that he was no stranger to it. Sean could be careful but not too careful. And with the way Karl moaned, he was sure the last thing he wanted was careful.
"Sean!"
"Soon," he cooed, "you're almost ready for me."
"Now Sean," Karl practically snarled, "now or I'll do it myself."
Sean slapped lightly at his rump, delighted in the soft moan that left Karl's lips. Maybe something to remember later on, when there was more time, when he wasn't in such a hurry to be buried deep inside. Three fingers scissored deep, making Karl dip toward the bed, his spine curving.
Karl was panting when Sean finally slipped his fingers from his body. Sean had to take a deep breath himself, his hand wrapping around his cock, lest he cum before it even started. He rested against Karl for just a moment.
"Ready for me?"
"Sean, now, please."
Pressing in steadily Sean bit a little at Karl's should. It was sure to leave a mark but it was all he could do to stop the groan that wanted to be free. Karl gripped him tightly, holding him in place while he caught his breath.
They moved together, Karl pushing into Sean's strokes, making noises that Sean was sure were designed to drive him wild. Sean held tight to what little control he had, trying his hardest not to bruise Karl, gripping him as hard as he was. Eric had felt lie home, Karl felt wild and exotic. Something Sean had always known he'd craved. Something that he had never been able to take for himself.
And now Karl offered it up freely, willingly. Sean couldn't stop from groaning at the thought of how Karl had begged for this. For them. He gave it all to Karl, all he'd asked and more.
"Sean, I'm-"
"Let go, there's time for slow later."
It took a few moments for Sean to come back to his senses, the gentle grumbling from Karl coaxing him to move. Well, except Karl's hair smelt fantastic even though it certainly needed his touch.
Sean enjoyed the quiet moments lying beside Karl, letting his breathing slow. They would need a bath soon, and the bed would need tending to. Viggo to would need finding of course, but for now the quiet room was a nice change from the Kitten's gentle chatter.
"We're in to save Eric and Viggo together, aren't we?"
Sean looked over at the Captain, his tawny eyes serious. He nodded, holding out his hand and pulling the two of them to their feet. There was much to do.
***
Dominic returned from the barracks with a whistle. All in all it had been a profitable excursion, one that had turned up even more then he had hoped. Thankfully the Caliph employed many people, from scholars to soldiers, who came from different areas of the kingdom. Ishtar, whilst a fountain of knowledge, could often exaggerate terribly. The rest of the castle itself could confirm or dismiss his claims and Dominic was spending his walk back to the room deciphering what was true.
Nana, who was one of Liv's girls, had lived along the desert caravan routes and she talked of a keep in the middle of nowhere that they always went passed. A disgruntled lord was rumoured to live there and it was never worth the trouble to stop in when there were other friendlier stops near by.
A stable boy spoke of Walken's keep in hushed tones. He and his father had been stranded there through a sand storm. The sounds that had come from beneath the floor of the stables still kept the boy up at night.
And one of the soldiers, brought with a coy smile and some sweet wine, had served in the keep till he'd been transferred elsewhere. He'd come into Hugo's service only by chance, when the Captain had seen him fight at a tournament. The things that went on in Walken's keep, whilst harsh, were no different from most places along the dessert. Dominic knew that it was probably something that the Prince would hate, but slavery was common everywhere in the dessert. And slave trainers were well sought after, Dominic wondered where he'd heard the name Voosloo before.
The Soldier had kept an interesting souvenir from his time in the keep. A map of a very intriguing dungeon. It had taken more then a smile to get them, but Dominic liked the man well enough and it was almost the least he could do considering the piece of gold he now had in his hands.
Once he got back to the rooms it would be a simple matter of seeing how far along in the preparations for a rescue, someone would have had to have started something. Hopefully that harsh Captain had managed to think of a way to get them out of Aqaba unnoticed. It was a hassle if they had to bring the whole of the guard, and he was sure that the Caliph wouldn't want to have to explain a war with his nephew to the Emperor.
He stopped whistling long before he entered the rooms, sure that the sound would be as unwelcome as a scorpion. He found the remaining kittens in the garden, coiled and asleep, likely worn out, beneath the tree. All except Billy, which perked Dominic's interest. The other young man was too shrewd for his own good and Dominic had an inkling that he was up to something. At least it would mean that someone was taking this seriously, judging by the moans he could hear from beyond the garden.
Not that he could blame Sean really, if Orli had been taken away he'd need something to relax him before he went tearing off. Like the last time, he mused ruefully.
He wandered silently through the rooms, in search of his friend. Dominic was surprised when he came to the doorway for the training room and found he could not pass through the archway. What was even more shocking was that Billy was seated on the floor with a stranger dressed in dessert garb.
"Billy?" He pressed his palm against the force that stopped him from entering.
The stranger looked up, gesturing to the door, causing Billy to turn. Dominic wondered on the grin as he flicked his wrist, the pattern of his fingers taking the pressure away from beneath Dominic's palm. As he came to sit next to his friend he couldn't help but notice the grin on Billy's face possibly mirrored his own.
"I didn't think that now was a good time for entertaining guests," he crossed his legs beneath him.
Billy wrinkled his nose. "I would have thought the same would go for you. You reek of sex, what have you been doing?"
Dominic's grin grew. "If you thought I was above giving my body for what we needed then you don't know me very well at all, my dear."
"Just so you know, it doesn't surprise me at all. Besides, this isn't a guest, you have met him before."
Dominic took a proper look at the man, but his appearance did not ring any bells and Dominic prided himself in his memory of faces. There was something quiet off with the eyes though, like they were to big, too bright, to be here.
"This is David," Billy prompted, still grinning.
Unable to stop the start Dominic eyes flew to Billy. "This is what you were keeping from me? You could have told me, I could have helped!"
"That was not the reaction I was expecting," David offered, his voice mild but slightly amused.
"That is because you weren't watching we Kitten's as close as you should, you were too focused on the hopeless adults around here," Dominic grinned at the lion cub he could now see. "The Captain and Sean seem to be busy relieving some of that tension they always seem to be suffering from."
"Why am I even slightly surprised?" Billy shook his head. "And I couldn't tell you, I wasn't completely sure myself. Until today there wasn't a reason to act on it."
Dominic stood, stretching, he felt like he'd pulled something due to the morning's activities. "Wait here a moment, I'll go get our fearless leaders, it sounds to me that you two have quite the story to tell, and I have a few things to show off myself."
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