"Arabian Nights"
Part 81
by Mel
There was a little, cold nose pressed against his skin, making Orli lift his head to see the bright eyes of the lion cub watching him. The creature then yawned, teeth showing, before crawling closer, nudging at Orli’s arm as it lay down. Orli looked at it, wish he could join it in slumber. For a while it had one eye open due to the shift Orli made, his fingers stroking down the fur of his back.
“When did it go so wrong, Dave?”
The lion didn’t have an answer for him, but even speaking to the animal was better then nothing. When had they all started treating him like he was some small child? Like he couldn’t handle the truth, or some ‘grown up’ discussion? To keep Jared’s rape a secret was bad enough, to alienate Karl and then to kick him out from their conversation; it was all getting too much. What next, Viggo’s disgrace from court, someone’s death? What else would they decide he wasn’t old enough to hear?
Or did they think him too weak? Could his friends, his lovers, truly believe that he wasn’t capable of handling anything more then what he wore the next day? It dawned on Orli how very little he knew of everyone around him. It was so easy to let them all into his life that he hadn’t ever questioned it. He knew Karl would be there when he needed him no matter what his father had done to him. That Viggo would love him no matter how close to death he would become. Even Sean wouldn’t turn him away no matter how sad he might feel. But what else did they keep from him because they thought he was better off not knowing the details?
If possible, would they have hidden Viggo’s death away?
The thought of it made him feel ill and he had to get up, making his new bed mate crack both eyes open. Orli’s free hands found a pillow as he moved, taking up a small course around the room. He had never felt so small. He knew he was young to his companions, but the gap had never been so pronounced. To send him away when Karl was alone, when they didn’t seem capable of trusting him, it was unbelievable. It all burned something deep in him, twisting, frustrating him to no end.
Hadn’t he been the one to notice? To take the most obvious course of action to set things right? Then shouldn’t he have some part in all?
“I shouldn’t have been thrown out like that.”
Saying it out loud helped. It was true, crystallised inside his mind and now in sound, making the air itself take on some tangible form. Orli knew he didn’t deserve to be treated like he was some simpleton. He deserved more then that. The thought made him angry. Furious. He gave them everything he was, and yet they kept it all apart from him.
Did any of them expect him to roll over and take what he was given like a good little boy?
He wasn’t just some pet, he was their friend. He was Viggo’s partner, not someone to lay beneath him, begging for every morsel of love and trust.
Looking up at the sound of heavy steps, Viggo strode into the room. There was no care in his footfalls which only seemed to make Orli’s anger rise. What if he’d been asleep? Would he have expected to just storm in, have some mincing little pet listen to all his woes? Worship his feet, the world he walked on?
Before he could even think Orli snarled, throwing the pillow at Viggo’s head. By reflex the Prince caught it, brooding head snapping up in Orli’s direction just in time for the second pillow to meet its target.
Dave jumped from the bed, padding out of the room, apparently looking for a quieter place to sleep.
“What-“
But Orli was too angry to listen to the thoroughly surprised sounding Viggo. He didn’t know what to do with his body, it was shaking so much, his hands groping for a third pillow. He looked at Viggo and all he could think of was how used he felt. As though he was unnecessary to him, that a million other boys could fill his shoes.
“Did you think I wouldn’t care?”
“Orli what-?”
“That it wouldn’t matter to me?”
“I don’t-“
“He’s my best FRIEND!” Orli screeched, getting closer to Viggo, running out of pillows, slamming his fist into Viggo’s chest. The sound of the breath leaving Viggo’s body helped and he hit him again. “He was so hurt and you wouldn’t let me stay? How could you lie to me?”
Viggo’s strong hand wrapped around his next fist, the one aiming a little lower for a jab in the ribs. He caught the other hand just as easy, gaining his breath. Orli stood defiantly before him, glaring up into hard eyes.
“I didn’t lie to you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, hard and furious. “He hurt Jared, what else could I do but keep you away from him?”
“I thought we were suppose to be equal,” Orli spat, trying to yank his hands free. He just wanted to keep hitting him. Hitting him until the pain in his body stopped. “I thought we weren’t going to keep anything from each other. I thought you trusted me!”
“I couldn’t trust him! It has nothing to do with you!” Viggo’s voice was finally rising, his anger clashing with Orli’s. Surprisingly it helped, feeling the strong will pushing against his, rising up to meet him.
“It has everything to do with me. If you had trusted me it would have never been this bad.”
“How am I suppose to trust a man who rapes boys?”
“I am not a Boy!” Orli got right into Viggo’s face, breathing furiously, his whole world reverberating in those blue eyes. “I am your lover, I am spending the rest of my life with you. There are things I should know, whether or not you think it’s best for me.”
“Even if it means Karl raped Jared?” The words were nasty, harsh for Viggo, but Orli refused to flinch away.
“Especially if it means that.” Orli glared, almost grateful that Viggo didn’t look away either. “How would you feel if someone told you Hugo raped Sean?”
“He wouldn’t-“
“How would you feel,” Orli cut him off, “if someone told you the person you trusted with your life had hurt someone close to you? How about betrayed? Maybe hurt? Then what if you found out no one had bothered to get his side of the story?” His next words were a little bitter, “I know I’d want my lover to trust me enough to hear it out. To listen to what I had to say about it.”
“Maybe I would want my lover to protect me,” Viggo hissed, eyes snapping. “Maybe I would be sick of everyone expecting me to do everything for them.”
“Is that what you think? That I do nothing for you?” Orli tore one hand free, reaching up to grab onto the strands of sandy hair, yanking him down closer. Pulling him closer into his skin. “That you have to take the world on your shoulders, to protect me from it?”
The look in Viggo’s eyes was enough of conformation.
“Maybe you should share it around a little, it’d solve your little problem.”
Orli meant to fling Viggo away, to stalk out, let him think it over a bit. But he surged up into him, lips crashing against the man above him. There was teeth, fingers clawing against his skin, tugging at his clothes. There was ripping, the thin fabric coming away, large hands bruising his hips. The wall was against his back, the back of his head connecting against the stones. The pain sharpened his senses and Orli twisted, gripping at the wrist and curling it up into the middle of the bigger man’s back.
Viggo broke the savage kiss with a cry as Orli pulled sharply at the wrist, forcing the odd angle. Slipping out through the effective gap he’d made Orli pressed Viggo into the wall, rocking his hard cock against the Prince. Viggo snarled, struggling as Orli’s quick fingers loosened his breeches enough to push them down. There wasn’t much time to think as his fingers wormed between his buttocks, forcing the way into his passage, curling quickly against his numb. This cry was entirely different and the struggles stuttered before continuing, trying to throw Orli off him.
Orli pressed against his back, his own wrist at an odd angle as he continued to rub against him, second finger worming in, pressing a little more insistent, feeling Viggo’s breathing change. He bit down hard against the Princes shoulder, feeling him groan beneath his teeth.
“Yield,” he breathed into Viggo’s skin, three fingers moving in and out, sweat slicking the walls, his body already giving way to what was coming.
“No,” he growled, the words stubborn, his struggles sharper. Orli wouldn’t let go.
“Give in to me,” Orli sucked a little at the skin before him, feeling the shudder go through his frame. “Is it really so hard to let go?”
“Yes,” he howled as Orli squeezed in a fourth finger, bucking unconsciously into it. “It’s not yours to bear.”
“It is,” Orli cooed, “everything that happens to you affects me. The sooner you get use to sharing your burdens the better it’ll feel. Promise not to keep me in the dark any longer.”
Viggo didn’t answer, now moaning, no longer struggling. Orli pulled his fingers free, still holding Viggo against the wall. It was rough, it was hard to find your way one handed and with no help from your partner, but with a couple of ill positioned jabs he found Viggo’s hole, pushing up into him.
Using the wrist as a pulling point Orli could set up a good rhythm, freeing the other hand to reach around and grab Viggo. He was hard and weeping, barely keeping his cock from rubbing raw against the stones. Orli pinched carefully at the base, using the trick Jared had taught them to starve off completion against his Prince. Viggo’s moan was desperate and Orli used his advantage to shove hard against his weakspot.
“Promise me, or I’ll walk out that door and never return to this bedroom.”
Viggo cursed furiously. “That’s not fair!”
“I can’t be your lover if you don’t trust me.” Orli rested his head against the stretch of muscle before him. “Let me in, Viggo.”
There was a small, despairing noise against the wall and Orli felt his body give in moments before the choked ‘yes’ passed his lips. Orli let go of the wrist, grabbing his hip, pulling at the cock as Viggo pressed against him, shoving Orli’s cock deeper as they met each other’s frenzied thrusts.
Viggo came first, howling to the walls, spirting all over them, coating Orli’s fingers. With a groan Orli could only follow, Viggo squeezing around him, emptying within him. Soon only their shallow breathing could be heard, Orli resting against his back as Viggo fell into the wall.
Carefully pulling out Orli breathed in relief to find that he had stretched enough so that Viggo didn’t bleed and then led the unresisting man back to their bed. Viggo waited, fingers ghosting down Orli’s body, as he pulled back the bedcovers, pressing the man gently into bed. Kissing slack lips Orli moved quickly to the bathroom, cleaning himself and grabbing a cloth. He spoke quickly to one of the men by the door, trusting him to circulate the message and returning to his lover.
Viggo’s eyes were watching the door as he come back in and Orli moved silently to the bed, cleaning his lover before pulling a light sheet over the two of them. Viggo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as Orli pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together.
“Now sleep, you have no more people to deal with till morning.”
“But-“
“Hush,” Orli told him somewhat sternly, “it will fix itself for later.” Viggo looked like he wanted to say more, but he nodded, kissing Orli gently. It reminded him how wonderful his first days with Viggo had felt.
“I don’t think you do nothing for me,” Viggo whispered into his hair after a few moments.
“I know you think of me as your equal,” Orli smiled against his skin. “We just need to work better at showing it.”
Viggo hummed against him, but Orli guessed he must be too close to sleep to talk more. He knew that it would be a while before they took each other for granted again. So he kissed the small patch of skin at the hollow of Viggo’s throat and let the even breathing put him to sleep.
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