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He licked his lips and raised his head to view the copious amount of semen
drying on his chest and belly. He frowned at the coating the straps to his
prosthetic had received. That would be a bitch to clean. Alex struggled to
stand and kicked off the black jeans that were tangled around his bare feet. He
staggered into the small hotel bathroom and filled the sink. Unstrapping the
synthetic limb, he left it to soak. Then after wiping his torso down with a
damp cloth, he returned naked to flop down onto the crisp bed linens.
From his lowered vantage point, he could still see the book he'd bought the
other day on a whim to while away the time. "Arabian Nights" lay abandoned on
the floor. A wry smile flickered over his mouth as his eyes dropped shut. The
book was meant to be a temporary distraction to try and forget about Mulder.
What a hopeless cause! He sighed and set on relaxing every muscle as the air
conditioning dried the sweaty wisps of hair on the nape of his neck.
The air was cool and welcoming to the heat that blared outside. Alexander
reveled in the soft caress across his broad shoulders, down his aching back,
and over the well formed buttocks and thighs. He smiled and rubbed his face
into the silky, red coverlet. Light fingered hands followed the cooling breeze
over his body with soothing scented oil. He was in heaven. When he was bought
at the slave auction last night, he thought for sure that the next day he would
find himself laboring away to build the new temple alongside a hundered other
slaves, but instead, his tall muscular frame had caught the eye Rahim, the
Royal Aquistioner. Now, Alexander was being prepared along with three other
slaves- two of which were women- as part of a gift to be given to a visiting
prince.
Alexander didn't know who His Royal Highness was or what he looked like nor
did he care. He only knew that the rough life a stealing, prostitution, and
occasional spying were over. He wouldn't be broiling away the top layers of his
skin out in the sun as a slave mason, and he wouldn't be served up as a tasty
sexual morsel to some fat lazy merchant. In fact, as he discovered from the
hushed whispers of the servants, this visiting prince rarely touched any his
slaves. Apparantly he preferred to watch the slaves interact together.
Alexander opened one eye and gazed at his fellow pleasure slaves. He
smiled. They were all beautiful. The woman nearest to him was leggy and toned.
His eyes caressed the flawless tawny skin and swept back up to see her staring
back at him with liquid-black eyes. She flashed a suggestive smile and lowered
her lashes. Oh, yes. He had no problem with this future. No doubt, every slave
this prince owned would be just as lovely. The slim hands working over his back
tugged on his arm, and he obligingly rolled over. More oil was poured and a
second pair of hands helped to smooth it over his torso and down his legs.
Finally, his testicles were gently lifted and massaged. He cast a glance over
to the brunette again and watched a servant rub scented oil into the woman's
dark pubic hair and down into her labia. The slave squirmed and writhed on the
satin sheets, and when she looked back at him, he could see the desire for him
written plainly on her face. His cock hardened under the coaxing slick fingers
and he barely noticed the leather strap fitted around his genitals.
Now fully presentable, all four slaves were prodded into line and chained
together with the lightest of gold links. Alexander looked down at his feet as
he was lead into the audience chanber, and gave the impression of the dutiful
slave, but inside, his thief's heart waited patiently for opportunity to avail
itself.
The gifts were announced one by one and paraded past a standing figure
surrounded by courtiers and servants. Alexander watched the finely dressed
prince pretend to take an interest in the luxurious bolts of cloth displayed
before him. He was entranced by the man. The long strides back and forth across
the marbled floor spoke of strength and agility. The face was etched in
sensuality with heavy lidded eyes and a full lower lip that begged to be bitten
and sucked.
Suddenly, the fine gold chains were tugged, and the line of slaves walked
forward for inspection. Alexander held his breath as each of his fellows were
examined.
At last, the tall prince stood before him. Alexander defiantly raised his
face to his new owner's eyes. He may be a slave, but he was no placated dog. He
could see his proud face reflected in the affronted hazel eyes before him.
Good. At least the prince would see him as more than just another piece to his
collection.
Suddenly, his jaw was gripped by a long fingered hand and his face tipped up
towards the ceiling. The prince stepped closer and Alexander could smell rich
spicy perfume wafting off the man. The other finely crafted hand gently circled
his ear and traced down his neck and torso. Alexander felt a trail of fire
follow in it's wake, and now he could smell the musky scent underlying the rich
perfumes. His dick started to throb and a moan escaped his lips. Just as
suddenly, he was released and being led away from the prince and out of the
room.
Later that night, Alexander and the dark-eyed beauty named Roslyn were
separated from the others by a young servant boy. The chains that still
encircled their necks and wrists were taken up and they were led back to the
large bathing room with the red satin tables. The boy brought them to a halt by
a large gold tub of water. "Wait here," he whispered. Through a part in the
curtains, Alexander could see another tub of steaming water being prepared.
Then, an old woman and her younger apprentice entered the room. Roslyn was
taken to the next room, and for the next hour, the old woman bathed, oiled, and
perfumed Alexander inside and out. He was a little repulsed by this motherly
figure touching him so intimately, and he hoped she didn't have to prime him
for veiwing. Seeing as Roslyn was no where in site, he didn't think he could
could get it up for the old crone. Thankfully, she didn't even make the
attempt, but threw a cloak about his naked body.
Then she grabbed his chin in an iron strong grip that surprised him.
"Listen, slave, I am taking you to your new master. He sleeps in his own tents
outside of the palace. As we walk, you will keep your eyes down and your mouth
shut as always. Do you understand?"
Alexander frowned at the implication that he was just a stupid animal, but
he nodded anyway. She then led him by the frail chains down several hallways
and a staircase. Eventually a small door was opened and the heat from outside
blasted onto his face like roaring fire. He was ushered into a covered cage
where Roslyn already lay waiting. The cage was hoisted up and they were carried
the long walk to the encampment. Alexander was nervous. When he risked a glance
at Roslyn, he noticed her shivering with excitement.
Finally, they reached most expansive tent in the encampment, and were taken
into a sumptuously decorated bedroom. Huge pillows made up the bed and they
were both directed to clamber onto the pile. Turning onto his back, Alexander
saw the last servant depart through the thick veil of curtains. He thought they
were alone until he heard the soft whisper of bare feet on the carpet off to
the right. He looked over as the dark haired prince stepped from the shadows.
The trappings of rank were gone. He wore only a long silky robe of saphire
blue.
Alexander's heart stopped and then started again double-time as the memory
of this man's touch surfaced. He could hear Roslyn shifting beside him, but she
might as well have been miles away. The spicy, musky scent of the tall, lanky
prince assaulted his senses again. The man's piercing grey eyes flickered over
him and then, onto Roslyn.
"Take off the chains," he said to her, "I want you to touch him. Give him
pleasure." His level monotone voice excited Alexander more than the realization
that he could finally touch Roslyn's soft tanned skin. He couldn't tear his
eyes away from the royal gaze. He barely noticed the links of his slavery slip
from his body. Roslyn broke his line of sight as she moved to kiss him. She was
beautiful and enticing, and she was his to take for tonight, but he didn't want
her. He returned the kiss and then, guided her head down and to the side so he
could see his prince again.
"Don't you find her attractive?" the prince asked, "I want to watch you."
Alexander took several deep breaths before he could answer.
"She's a jewel," he heard in his own raspy voice,"but I'd rather touch
you." Roslyn stopped licking the side of his neck and waited for the
consequences of the male slave's impertinance.
The prince's eyes widened but he controlled his shock. "I can't allow
that," he answered calmly as walked around the entwined couple and sat on a
nearby cushion.
"Then send her away and watch only me," Alexander demanded. The prince's
robe had fallen open at the chest and Alexander could see one dark, dusky
nipple. He longed to taste that forbidden skin, and the mere thought sent a
jolt his cock. The alert hazel eyes skittered down to his growing erection, and
then, the prince quickly clapped his hands twice. A servant immediately
scurried in, and a royal gesture had Roslyn escorted out.
A short burst of muffled laughter brought Alexander's attention back to the
face of his prince. "You're an arrogant bastard. You weren't born a slave, were
you?"
Aleaxander smiled. "Recent aquisition," he murmured.
"Hm. Lucky for you I like a little spark in my slaves." The prince reclined
onto his side and propped up his head with his arm. "Allright now, get
started."
"I want to touch you, " Alexander said as his hands lightly fingered his
ribs. He put his head back and lowered his long thick lashes. The smoky gaze
had the desired effect.
The prince gasped and raised himself up on his elbow. He shoved the robe
open to reveal a swelling erection. "Show me what I'm missing and I might let
you taste this," he answered as he brushed his fingers down the thickening
length.
Alexander licked his lips, and spread his knees to run a hand down the
inside of one thigh to his groin. The other hand snaked two fingers into his
mouth so he could show his prince exactly what he would do if the taste was
granted. The correlation wasn't overlooked, and Alexander heard a soft moan
when he lavishly tongued the tips and then, greedily sucked the fingers in
again. He eyes didn't waver from the strong lean form of the prince as he
cupped his balls and slowly rolled them before taking his now rock hard
erection and stroking it twice. The intense feeling made him hiss and squeeze
his eyes shut. He brought both hands to his nipples to twist and pull until
both nubs burned in sensation. His hips were rocking involuntarily and he
opened his eyes to concentrate on slowing the onslaught of arousal. The view
that greeted him only stepped up his heart beat.
His dark haired prince was leaning forward on one arm while the other hand
pumped his impressive cock. His face was flushed and he bit into that luscious
lower lip to try to quiet his moans. The heavy lidded eyes were black and
glazed as they stared back at him.
"Please, master, let me touch you," Alexander begged, but the prince
stopped his stroking and shook his head. He leaned on both arms struggling to
catch his breath to speak. "No," he croaked,"Show me. Show me all of you."
Disappointed, Alexander was determined to make himself irresistable. He
returned his fingers to his mouth. Then he spread his legs as far as possible,
and softly pet his cock from base to tip. The featherly touches of electricity
returned to make his belly hot and his legs tingle. He wondered what he looked
like to his prince who gazed at him with such hunger. Alexander took hold of
his throbbing cock and coaxed several drops of pearly liquid to leak from the
end. The wet fingers from his mouth then drifted down his chest and joined the
other hand to swirl the precum around the spongy head. This quick touch caused
him to gasp and throw his head back with a low groan. The room was spinning and
he felt a light shudder run through his body. Alexander heaved in slow deep
breaths to stave off orgasm. He closed his eyes again and moved the cum coated
fingers to rub and tease his anus so openly displayed for his royal audience.
Energy that was focused in his cock now shot like lightening to his ass as he
plunged in deep with two fingers.
Long moans reverberated in his ears, and as he opened his eyes to see if
they eminated from himself or his prince, his wrists were clutched in a
powerful grip. His hands were forced from their activity and thrown over his
head as he was pinned with a body of heat and muscle, sweat and need. His mouth
was captured in a bruising kiss that seared his soul. Flames racked his body as
the prince rocked against him.
He tasted like sweet wine and his rich musky scent crashed into Alexander's
senses like a tidal wave. Through his whimpers he could hear the prince's wild
moans. Finally, the prince moved on from his mouth visciuosly attacked the
sensitive skin of his neck- biting and sucking, licking and kissing.
Alexander started begging. "Please, please, please.." he whispered. The
prince kept his pelvis turned far enough away so that their erections brushed
against each other, but exquisite friction needed for completion wasn't
obtained. Alexander writhed and bucked in fire. His pleading grew louder and
louder until he was screaming. "Oh, God! Please fuck me!"
The prince swooped in for another blazing kiss and Alexander felt his knees
grabbed and placed in front of the prince's shoulders. He couldn't stop the
stream of estatic graditude as he felt the slick, blunt head of his lover enter
his eager hole. The prince silenced his frantic babbling with a tender kiss
that ripped away the last vestiges of his previous life. He belonged to this
beautiful prince completely.
The slow rolling thrusts gave him a focus and soft kisses along his jaw
calmed him until he could understand the endearments his prince murmured over
his skin. "Love you, Alexander. So beautiful..so wild. You make me think
strange thoughts. Your eyes haunt me, Alexander. Love you.."
The rambling dropped off as his breath became labored and he shifted to
increase the intensity of his thrusts. The prince grunted each time as his
balls slapped against Alexander's firm ass. He shifted again and Alexander
howled as a blinding fury of pleasure raced up through his spine over and over
and slammed into his brain like a tsunami. He distantly heard his prince's
hoarse screams as white hot jism spilled onto his chest and deep into the core
of his being.
Alex woke with a groan and struggled to disentangle himself from the sweat
soaked sheets. He rolled over to the far side of the bed and dazedly stared at
the ceiling. His heart was still pounding from the intense dream. He could
still recall the smell and feel of the prince that he now recognised as Mulder.
He sighed in resignation. Even in sleep he couldn't escape his obsession.
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Pairing: M/K
Date: 7/13/99 Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: The boys belong to CC and FOX. Note: PWP. This is in response to the "Alexian Nights" Challenge. Also, this is sort of a sequal to "Phone Deal", but you don't have to read that to understand what's going on. |
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