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Credit to

teamane who helped me with the graphic. *smooches*

Title: Dance of the Concubine
Author:

soar38
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Archived: My website and LJ, others please ask.
Warnings: None
Beta:

pyleanelf and

niennas_dreams. Any remaining mistakes are my own, but please feel free to point them out. Knowledge is power.
Disclaimer: I own neither man, nor do I profess to know any secret knowledge upon which this story was based.
Summary: A young concubine is tested.

Orlando walked swiftly down the palace corridors, just slightly behind the two burly eunuchs who were escorting him to the Sultan’s receiving rooms. The small bells on his anklets and bracelets tinkled delicately with his every stride, although they were muffled by the large cloak which surrounded his lean frame. A hood covered his head, but that was solely to cover his hair, because his face had already been veiled before they’d left the male section of the Sultan’s harem.

As they neared their destination, Orlando felt the trembling in his stomach increase, and he shivered in reaction. He’d only completed his formal training a few weeks earlier. This was the first time that the Sultan had asked for him since his return, and rumour had it that the Sultan was entertaining a powerful lord from another land tonight.

It was common knowledge in the palace that Orlando was the grandson of the Sultan, although he would never be acknowledged as an heir to the older man due to the circumstances of his birth. As he grew in the sheltered male harem, it had become obvious that Orlando’s beauty would be an asset to the Sultan, and when he had reached the age of twelve, he had been given to the harem masters to be trained in the ways of the concubine. Orlando was now eighteen and had been released back into his grandfather’s harem, to await the Sultan’s command. It seemed he need wait no longer.

As they reached the large, panelled doors that barred the way into the Sultan’s lavish receiving rooms, Orlando paused and took a deep, calming breath. He muttered a swift prayer under his breath, to ask that he made the Sultan proud, and then the doors were opened.

Orlando immediately cast his eyes to the ground, as was appropriate in the presence of the Sultan, and quickly followed his escort to the centre of the room before they all sank to the ground and prostrated themselves before their lord and master.

The Sultan snapped his fingers and all three men rose quickly. One of the men escorting him stepped behind Orlando and helped him remove the long cloak that effectively concealed him, then both men stepped away from him, silently exiting the room and leaving Orlando to stand alone in the centre of the chamber.

“My little mouse,” the Sultan said finally, and Orlando smiled beneath his veil and tilted his head in acknowledgment at his grandfather. “My good friend, Lord Viggo, is visiting me as we discuss the trade between our two lands. It is my wish that you dance for us.”

Orlando gasped in surprise. He had expected that his grandfather would ask for him in order to test his training, but he had not expected so daunting a task. To dance before a foreign dignitary, and one that his grandfather held in such high regard, was both an honour and a curse, for now he felt his limbs tremble slightly as his nerves struggled to take hold.

Another snap of the Sultan’s fingers and the small group of musicians that was cleverly concealed behind sheer curtains began to play. Orlando took another calming breath and cleared his mind, allowing his training to come forward, his feet already beginning to tap out a rhythm he could follow.

As the music began to pulse, his body swayed and his feet moved. His eyes were almost closed as he focussed only on the music and the way his body responded to it. Smooth silk caressed his body as it twisted and undulated to the hypnotic beat. His arms twisted sinuously in the air and the delicate chains around his ankles and wrists, and the small bells attached to them, rang out with his every move.

His feet took him around the room, sometimes right in front of the Sultan and his guest, but he didn’t raise his eyes beyond the level of their feet. To do so in front of the Sultan and his guest, would be to bring dishonour upon himself and the Sultan, and would probably result in his own imprisonment or exile.

One tune bled into another, and beside his awareness of the music, Orlando became increasingly aware of eyes fixed upon him, eyes other than those of the Sultan, yet he dared not raise his head, not even to peek. He was also growing more and more conscious of the outfit he was wearing. The way the sheer layers of silk alternately moulded themselves against him, or followed him like a bright wave as he moved. His dark, curly hair had also been decorated with small combs that caught the flickering torchlight as he moved.

His breath puffed lightly against the veil that covered his face and he was suddenly grateful for that barrier against the outside world, something that allowed him a small amount of privacy, even as he was displayed to the Sultan and his guest.

When the music finally halted, Orlando came to a complete stop, his chest heaving slightly as he reclaimed his breath. He knew better than to move, or think himself dismissed before the Sultan had decreed it so, therefore he remained still, his head bowed, aware of the soft murmur of voices as the Sultan and his guest spoke. He was, however, still very conscious of the eyes fixed upon him.

There was a sudden snap of fingers and the Sultan called forth Orlando’s escort. “Take him to Lord Viggo’s room,” the Sultan commanded and Orlando felt his stomach clench in response. It seemed that he would be tested on all of his training tonight.

His escort moved forward and gently wrapped Orlando’s cloak around him once more. Orlando and his guards prostrated themselves once more before being dismissed from the Sultan’s presence and Orlando was walked out of the room. He and his escort then made their way through the palace to the guest quarters.

Orlando had never been in this part of the palace before. His entire life had been spent in either the male harem, or in the training quarters, but he did not take much notice of his surroundings as they walked through the opulent, yet tastefully furnished halls of the vast palace.

He was shown into one of the grandest rooms he had ever seen and his eyes were finally distracted as he took in the colourful tapestries on the walls, the fine silks covering the ornate furniture, and then he found himself focussing on the large bed resting against the far wall in the adjoining chamber. In silence, his escort departed and Orlando was alone once more. He was hesitant to move further into the chamber, yet he had been warned by his trainers that when commanded to someone’s rooms by the sultan, he might not have a lot of time to prepare himself.

It took more than one deep breath for him to calm himself this time, but he remembered that this was his Sultan’s command, but more than that, he wanted to make his grandfather proud. He took one step forward, and then another, and found that it was slightly easier to continue walking, until he found himself in the bathing chamber, where he found himself staring wide eyed in wonder.

Never had he seen a single bathing pool so large. He was accustomed to the large communal baths of the harem and its grandness was an eye opener to Orlando. It was wide enough to allow a person to float freely in the water, and deep too, with a set of steps leading into the pool and stone ledges placed along the side for the occupant to relax upon whilst in the water. The bathing room itself was as luxurious as the rest of the guest chambers, and on a low table at the side of the pool were bottles of scented oils. He walked forward and sank to the floor, reaching out to take a bottle into his hand, uncorking it, and inspecting the aroma. He wrinkled his nose at the sweet, floral scent and quickly replaced the stopper and placed the bottle back on the table. He selected bottle after bottle until he found one with a more natural scent that he preferred.

He pulled off his cloak and folded it neatly before placing it over the back of a chair at the side of the room. Next, he began removing the layers of silk he wore until he stood in nothing but two long sheets of diaphanous silk that covered his front and backside, falling between his thighs, and held against his body by a thin chain of gold around his waist, with the anklets and bracelets and jewelled combs still adorning his flesh and hair, and the long, dark veil covering his face.

He shivered as he felt a cool night breeze push gently through the sheer curtains which covered the large, open windows. Ignoring the breeze, he took the small vial of oil and raised one leg to place his foot on the chair. He tucked the front sheet of silk into the gold belt, out of his way, and then he opened the vial of oil and coated his fingers liberally in the lubricating liquid. Placing the vial down, and bracing one hand on the chair arm, he reached the oiled hand between his legs.

He knew from his training that this preparation could be an enjoyable act, so he allowed his fingers to circle the puckered entrance to his body first, teasing the sensitive flesh until his entrance began to flex a little in anticipation. Then he allowed one finger to slide forward, gently breaching the muscle that guarded his inner self. He didn’t penetrate very far, just allowing his finger to slide gently in and out whilst his body got used to the intrusion. He felt his cock begin to twitch in reaction to the gentle stimulation and he smiled.

He began to push his finger in further now, stroking the inner walls of his body, but ignoring the small nub that would drive sparks of pleasure throughout his body. He added another oiled finger, this time alternately stroking and stretching his passage to prepare himself for what would come later. Raising his free hand from the chair, he stroked his own cock idly a couple of times, enjoying the way it filled and hardened and hung, half hard, between his legs.

Now, he could push three of his fingers into his body, and he allowed himself to stroke that nub of flesh just once, feeling his knees go weak as shudders raced through him. Reluctantly, he removed all of his fingers from his passage, only stopping to coat his entrance in a little more oil, both to allow for easier passage and to make his entrance glisten enticingly. He stood and adjusted his silk covering to hang forward once more, the silk tenting over his erection, and then he walked back into the bedroom.

The sight of the large bed made him slightly apprehensive, as he had no idea who would be using his body tonight beyond a name, but he knew his duty, and his training had been thorough. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in the centre. He prostrated himself on his knees, his backside thrust into the air and his legs parted as wide as he comfortably could, feeling the silk of his back covering settle enticingly between his legs.

Then he waited.

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After the young dancer had been dismissed from their presence, the Sultan had detained Viggo for a short while longer, a knowing smirk hovering over the older man’s face. When the Sultan at last allowed him to retire for the evening, Viggo made his way quickly back to his rooms, his cock already tightening at the thought of what would be awaiting him. He entered the outer chamber of his rooms and instantly began peeling off his clothes, leaving them strewn across the floor where they landed.

He stalked into the bedroom and immediately halted as he spotted what awaited him. The young dancer was spread out on his bed like a half unwrapped gift. The sheer silk that covered his backside did little to conceal the crease it clung to and Viggo felt his shaft thicken to almost full hardness. He detoured quickly into the bathing room, only staying long enough to retrieve a small bottle of oil before going back into the bedroom.

He moved forward and climbed onto the bed, dropping the vial of oil within easy reach and settling himself behind the still body. He reached out trembling hands and caressed the rounded globes, covered by silk, his hands filling themselves and squeezing gently, and he smiled in amusement as he felt the body in his hands start a little in surprise. His hands traced down from full buttocks, along silk covered inner thighs, his fingers brushing the hardness hidden beneath, making the young man’s body jerk in response.

When his hands made their way back up, they took the silk with them, pushing the material up and out of the way until the dancer’s body was completely bared to him. The boy’s spread legs forced open the crease in his buttocks and displayed a hint of wet flesh, and his hands automatically filled themselves with rounded globes and pulled them apart, his thumbs dipping into the crease and brushing the edges of the glistening hole, and he felt his own cock jerk in response as the hole flexed, seeming to invite him to dive forward.

He retrieved the vial of oil and uncorked the bottle before pouring a liberal amount of the thick liquid over his stiffness. As one hand spread the lubricant, he leant forward and inhaled the boy’s scent, taking in the scented oil, and the underlying musk of the dancer’s own aroma. He saw the young man shiver in reaction and grinned wildly. It had been some time since his cock had been so ready to sheath itself so quickly.

He moved forward again, pressing himself up against the smooth buttocks, rubbing his hard flesh along the crease. One hand reached out to part the buttocks further, whilst his other hand took hold of his cock and guided the head to the entrance to the boy’s dark depths. With a long, satisfied groan he pushed forward, his slick flesh gliding through the tight passage, his own hips driving him forward until his heavy balls met soft flesh. The passage surrounding his cock clenched almost violently and Viggo collapsed forward, grasping the boy’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, his hot breath puffing against the dancer’s back as he fought for control.

As he focussed past his own heavy breaths, and the instinct that drove him to claim the body beneath him, riding the nubile youth until they both collapsed, sweaty and satisfied, he noticed that the chamber was not silent. Small whimpers emerged from the body beneath his, and Viggo frowned, sensing for the first time that all was not well. He pulled himself free of the boy’s tight passage and noted the strangled yelp that was almost muffled by the mattress beneath them.

Gently, he moved to the side and pushed the boy onto his side, watching in concern as hands quickly moved to cover the dancer’s face.

“Are you well?” Viggo asked in a voice laced with concern.

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Orlando was frozen with shock as the foreign lord gently rolled him onto his side.

“Are you well?” the foreigner asked in a heavily accented voice.

Orlando nodded. The quick entry had been a surprise and there had been some pain, but his reaction had been one of shock more than anything else. He jerked back as gentle hands took hold of his arms and pulled them away from his face, and Orlando instantly dropped his gaze.

Those same gentle hands then moved to his chin, forcing his head up. “Look at me,” the accented voice demanded, but not harshly.

Orlando fought years of training in order to reluctantly raise his gaze to meet the foreign lord’s, his heavy breath puffing the soft veil out with each exhalation. He blinked in surprise and growing wonder as the foreigner looked back at him. Orlando had never seen the like before, eyes the colour of the sky. He started when the man spoke again, his gaze drawn to the stranger’s lips.

“Are you well?”

Orlando frowned and then nodded hesitantly, which seemed to reassure the stranger who smiled back at him, and Orlando ducked his head shyly. The stranger then surprised him by climbing off the bed and making his way out through the bed chamber to the main audience chamber.

“Wait,” Orlando called out in alarm, panic striking him suddenly.

The strange lord hesitated and turned back around to face him, and Orlando quickly scrambled to his feet, wincing a little as his backside protested at the sudden movement. He quickly prostrated himself on the floor, his whole being trembling at the thought of failure. “Please, my lord, do not send me away. I will try harder,” he pleaded earnestly.

Viggo frowned as the young dancer collapsed to his knees and begged him piteously, and his heart jumped a little in his chest at the thought of causing the young man more pain. He walked slowly back and gently pulled the young man to his feet before escorting him back to the bed.

“It is well,” he managed in his heavily accented speech. “I go to call for a bath, you will not be sent away,” he explained with a smile that lit up his blue eyes, though Orlando’s dipped gaze remained oblivious.

Viggo then left the young man again and walked to the door to his chambers, to summon the palace servants to fill his bathing pool. He knew from previous experience that the palace servants always kept a supply of hot water for whichever noble required it, and it would not be long before the pool was full. He quickly went back to the bedroom and to the beautiful young dancer that the sultan had gifted to him for the night.

This was not the first time Viggo had been accorded the finest hospitality of the reigning Sultan. During the course of their trade, Viggo had come to greatly respect the older man and they’d become fast friends, even though Viggo only managed to visit once or twice a year.

“What is your name?” he asked the dancer as he climbed back onto the bed.

“Orlando,” the young man answered, his gaze locating itself on the coverlet after shyly peeking up from between thick, dark lashes that framed the most beautiful pair of kohl-rimmed, dark brown eyes Viggo had ever seen.

“Orlando,” Viggo repeated, tasting the name on his lips and discovered that he liked this particular flavour. “I am Viggo,” he said in answer.

“My lord,” Orlando acknowledged with a small dip of his head.

Viggo laughed. “Orlando,” he called, causing the young man to raise his head in curious response. “My name is Viggo,” he repeated.

Orlando offered a small smile, hidden beneath his veil, but his dark eyes held a small, teasing twinkle. “My lord Viggo,” he said.

Viggo laughed. He was glad that the young man had not been frightened by his earlier actions. “This was your first time?” he asked, already suspecting the answer.

Orlando’s cheeks flared with colour and he was grateful for the protection of the veil as he nodded, his head dipping down again in embarrassment. He was greatly surprised by Viggo’s next words.

“I am honoured,” the older man said, and Orlando’s gaze flew up in shock. This lord was strange indeed. Orlando had heard much talk during his time in both the harem and in the training quarters, but nothing had mentioned anything beyond a concubine’s duty to pleasure the lord to whom they had been given.

They were interrupted as a number of servants entered the room carrying large containers of water, both hot and cold to fill the bathing pool. Viggo waited until they had finished their work before dismissing them again. He then turned and caught a surprised Orlando in his arms, the younger man squeaking in surprise, before carrying the younger man into the bathing room. He set Orlando down at the side of the pool, and in a movement too quick for Orlando to follow, he pulled the chain from Orlando’s waist, effectively removing the small scraps of cloth that hid Orlando’s body. He then took Orlando into his arms once more and carefully stepped down into the bathing pool.

Orlando yelped as the cloth was ripped from his body, but the yelp was cut off abruptly as the foreign lord lifted him once more and sunk down into the water, still holding him. His hands instinctively found their way to Viggo’s shoulders, clutching tightly as the world shifted beneath him. Viggo laughed as he ducked both their bodies up to their shoulders beneath the surface of the pool, enjoying the way Orlando held onto him, the younger man’s legs finding their way around his hips to secure his grasp on the older man. Viggo’s own hands drifted down to take hold of the younger man’s waist, pulling him a little closer, the water between them splashing as it was forced away.

“May I kiss you?” Viggo asked suddenly.

Orlando was hypnotised by the exotic eyes of the foreign lord, but Viggo’s question caught him off balance. “What?” he asked in surprise.

Viggo smiled gently, one hand drifting back up Orlando’s body to cup the younger man’s cheek through the fine silk. “May I kiss you?” Viggo repeated.

Orlando felt heat suffuse his face, this strange lord was not at all what he had expected. “I don’t… I’ve never…” Orlando trailed of awkwardly, unwilling to embarrass himself further.

Viggo seemed to understand though. “Trust me, Orlando,” he murmured gently. With slow movements of his hand he pulled off the veil that hid Orlando’s features and gasped in surprise at the beauty that was suddenly revealed.

Orlando felt suddenly self conscious. Very few men had seen his face, it was not deemed proper for him to be uncovered and he was still unsure why he had allowed this man to remove his veil, but there was something about Viggo that engendered trust. Viggo’s hand moved again, this time to cup to soft skin of his cheek and stroke it tenderly. Orlando raised shy eyes to look at the foreign lord and felt a small tickle of pleasure in his chest as Viggo stared at him, an expression that blended awe and desire visible on the older man’s face.

Orlando watched raptly as Viggo’s head slowly moved closer to his own, the older man’s eyes dropping to his mouth, watching the tongue that snaked out to moisten suddenly dry lips.

Orlando forgot to breathe as Viggo’s lips made contact with his own, the pressure light and tentative, and yet awakening in him something that he had never experienced before, and without conscious thought, he found his own lips responding, pressing themselves lightly against Viggo’s.

Viggo ended the kiss, not wanting to overwhelm the younger man with his own ardour, but Orlando surprised him by moving forward and pressing his lips against Viggo’s again, this time, more firmly. Viggo smiled into the kiss and then gave himself over to his renewed passion, sucking Orlando’s bottom lip into his mouth, caressing it between his own lips.

Orlando gasped as Viggo took control of his kiss. When Viggo took hold of his bottom lip, Orlando felt a bolt of desire shoot through his body, curling his toes, and hardening his softened cock. He was nothing if not a quick study, something his trainers had been proud, although it now seemed to Orlando that they had been woefully inadequate in preparing him for harem life, so Orlando allowed more of his training to come to the surface, his hands moving from Viggo’s shoulders and making broad, sweeping strokes down the man’s back and arms before coming to the other man’s chest and running slender fingers through the wiry chest hairs which populated the man’s golden torso.

He stiffened momentarily as Viggo released his bottom lip only to feel the other man’s tongue licking lightly across his sealed lips. As he gasped, Viggo’s tongue entered his mouth, startling him with the sensation at first, but then he felt his own passion build as the older man explored his mouth, intimately stroking the virgin flesh. Tentatively, Orlando allowed his own tongue to flick against Viggo’s, and was pleased with the response as Viggo grasped him tightly, the other man’s renewed erection sliding against the crease in his buttocks, and Orlando suddenly felt powerful.

Viggo broke away from the kiss with a low groan. “It pleases me that no other man has tasted you in this way,” he said finally, his breath heavy as he struggled to contain himself.

Orlando smiled shyly, his eyes shining in shared pleasure. He was suddenly very grateful that the Sultan had chosen this man to be his first. He shared that appreciation with Viggo by engaging the man in another kiss.

Viggo gently ran his hands over Orlando’s body, his hands dipping into every curve of muscle, gliding over smooth flesh, reaching up to tangle in dark, curly hair, dislodging a number of the small jewelled combs, allowing a few rogue curls to fall into Orlando’s face. He pulled away from Orlando and gently stroked the stray hairs back. He then moved to the side of the pool on the shallower side and gently sat Orlando on the edge.

“You are so beautiful,” Viggo exclaimed as he stared upon Orlando’s naked body, making the younger man flush. “Your body was made to be worshipped.”

Orlando bit his lip as his cock twitched in delight at both Viggo’s words and the heavily accented voice that delivered them. “My lord, I am a concubine, I should be the one pleasuring you.”

Viggo smiled, revealing a bright smile that evoked an answering one in Orlando. “It pleases me to please you,” the lord said emphatically and Orlando shivered in response. Viggo then pulled Orlando closer to the edge of the pool, until half his backside was exposed and his legs were splayed open as Viggo stood between them.

Orlando cried out in sudden surprise as Viggo leant forward and his mouth engulfed Orlando’s semi-rigid shaft.

It was heat.

Hot, wet, sucking heat, and it was wonderful. Orlando had nothing to compare this sensation to. His body was overheating and Orlando was sure than soon the small sparks of desire would start a conflagration as he found his release, burning his body in the heat of passion, leaving behind nothing but the memory of this one, magical moment.

There was pressure against his lower entrance, but Orlando was too entranced by the sublime pleasure taking his consciousness higher and higher to care, even as it slipped within him. And then Orlando learned that there was more. That small nub within him that he’d stroked a few times when bringing himself to release, when stroked in conjunction with the pleasure Lord Viggo was unleashing upon him, finally took him over the edge and he was rendered helpless to stop the force that ripped through his body, leaving him trembling and panting in it’s aftermath.

As full awareness came back to him, Orlando realised he was lying back against the cool tiles of the bathing room, with his legs hanging limply in the still warm water of the pool. Hands were gently caressing his trembling thighs and Orlando lazily opened his eyes to meet the amused, glittering blue orbs of the foreign lord.

“Thank you,” Orlando said humbly and Viggo dipped his head in acknowledgment. Then Viggo pulled his body forward, supporting him as he slid bonelessly into the water. Orlando wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist once more as the older man carried them deeper into the pool, deep enough so that they were submerged up to the middle of their chests and Orlando found his back pressed against the side of the pool, the smooth tiles supporting him as he wrapped his legs more firmly around Viggo.

A nudge from hard flesh against his buttocks reminded him that Viggo had not found his own release, and in an instinctive move, Orlando ground down against the older man, causing Viggo to groan low and deep in his throat, and his hands to tighten around Orlando’s waist.

Using one hand on Viggo’s shoulder to support himself, the other reached behind him, feeling for the older man’s hard cock. He found it and gave it a few exploratory strokes, feeling its weight and heat in his hand, even in the water. He pressed his pelvis tightly against Viggo’s lower belly and guided the head of the older man’s cock to his entrance, feeling the head bumping his opening. He kept hold of Viggo’s cock and looked up, his eyes connecting with Viggo’s as the older man pushed forward a little and Orlando began to bear down, feeling the large cock begin to penetrate his body.

He gasped and winced a little as his body was forced to stretch to accommodate the large girth, the slow progress meaning that it was still lodged within the guardian muscle of Orlando’s body, and Orlando felt his body clench in little spasms around the intruder. Viggo groaned again as the tight heat of Orlando’s body enclosed the head of his cock, squeezing it almost painfully, and an involuntary thrust of his hips pushed his cock in further, lodging the hard member at least half way in Orlando’s body.

Orlando whimpered a little as Viggo’s cock penetrated deeper into his body, the burn of untried muscles making his eyes water and Viggo murmured a small apology, his hands shifting into a more comfortable position around Orlando’s waist. Viggo then leant forward and captured Orlando’s eager lips in a long, drawn out kiss that left both men gasping for air at the end, and Orlando felt his inner muscles beginning to relax again. He pushed down once more, feeling his body sink slowly down, impaling himself on Viggo’s hard, throbbing cock.

Viggo felt himself trembling as the young man in his arms slowly surrounded more of his hard length with the tight heat of his body, and finally they both heaved a tremulous sigh as Orlando’s buttocks met the curls surrounding Viggo’s genitals.

Viggo leant forward and nuzzled the sweat and steam slick skin of Orlando’s neck, where soft skin stretched between neck and broad shoulder. Orlando bowed his head until his forehead was resting against Viggo’s hair, breathing deeply as his body adjusted once more. Viggo waited until Orlando began to shift slightly before he moved. He pushed Orlando back into the wall and withdrew slightly until his cock was resting just inside the entrance to Orlando’s body, then he pushed forward, gliding slowly and angling deeply, trying to push himself as deep into Orlando’s body as he could.

Orlando gasped and his back arched as Viggo pressed into him once more. What had once been a sharper burn now faded into a tingling within that sent tendrils of desire shooting to his own cock, which stirred slightly, beginning to slowly thicken once more.

Again, Viggo pulled out and then pushed forward once more, thrusting in a an almost lazy way, but as Orlando’s cock hardened, the young man needed more and he began to push against Viggo, attempting to slam himself down onto the older man’s cock. He was frustrated as Viggo teased him, slowing the pace even more until the young man was writhing against the smooth tiles; wordless pleas tumbling from kiss swollen lips.

“What do you want, Orlando?” Viggo asked him in a gentle, teasing tone.

“More, please, my lord, more,” Orlando managed finally.

“More, like this?” Viggo asked, and gave a hard, fast thrust of his hips, and Orlando moaned, his head falling backwards and hitting the tiles behind. He was oblivious to the pain though, because Viggo’s cock had just pushed against the sweet spot inside him, and Orlando’s need grew. His hands clutched Viggo’s shoulders tightly, and he writhed and shimmied as he pushed back against Viggo, his eyes closing as pleasure swept through him.

“You like that.” Viggo said, rough satisfaction lacing his voice. “Look at me, Orlando,” he commanded, and with some effort, Orlando managed to raise his head and open glazed eyes to look at the man who held him, whose cock was impaling him to the very core of his being.

Maintaining eye contact, Viggo pushed forward again, his stroke more deliberate this time, angling to glide over the nub of sensitive flesh within the younger man. Orlando jerked each time his prostrate was stroked from within, his body feeling more alive than it ever had before, and he was amazed that something could feel even better than the climax he had reached earlier. He was determined to give something back to the man who giving him so much pleasure, and he ground his hips down in a spiral motion each time Viggo thrust forward, clenching when Viggo’s cock was at its deepest within his body, satisfied with the moans that spilled from Viggo’s lips.

Viggo’s resolve to go slowly was beginning to buckle under Orlando’s ministrations and with a loud roar he gave into his instincts, his hips beginning to punch forward in strong movements which drove his cock into Orlando, making the young dancer smile in delirious pleasure. He shifted his hold on the younger man to one arm as he continued to thrust and his other hand snaked its way between their bodies before grasping Orlando’s hard cock. His long fingers wrapped themselves around soft skin and pulled firmly, stroking the younger man to new heights.

Orlando stood no chance under the dual assault and with a loud cry his cock jerked in Viggo’s hand, spilling his release into the water surrounding them. His inner muscles clenched in involuntary spasms, his tight channel squeezing Viggo’s cock, rippling across its surface, loosing the last of Viggo’s control. The older man roared as he thrust forward, his hips stuttering as his release exploded from him, filling the younger man with his seed, and his mouth found Orlando’s shoulder, biting into the soft flesh and marking the young man.

Around them, water that had sloshed and spilled in agitation began to calm as the two men tried to regain both their breath and their composure. When Viggo’s legs felt as though they could support him, he gathered Orlando’s limp form close to him and climbed out of the pool. He gently placed Orlando onto the same chair the younger man had used for balance as he’d prepared for the evening, and then gathered fresh cloths to dry their bodies.

Orlando began to protest as Viggo tended to him. “My lord, it is improper. Please, let me attend to you,” he said as he attempted to rise from the chair.

Viggo pushed him gently back. “Shhh, it is my pleasure,” Viggo said gently, and began to pat Orlando dry before tending to himself. He then gathered Orlando into his arms once more and strode back to the bedroom, placing Orlando onto the bed before climbing on himself, pulling the light covers over them and wrapping his body around the younger man.

Orlando stiffened for a moment. He was unsure what was expected of him now, but Viggo simply placed and arm around him and shifted until Orlando’s head rested against his shoulder before murmuring, “Sleep,” to the younger man. Orlando relaxed against Viggo’s strong body and gave in to the exhaustion that was claiming him.

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It wasn’t until Viggo had left his rooms the following morning that Orlando’s escort appeared to take him back to the harem. He had quickly gathered the remains of his clothing and veil before making himself respectable, cloaking himself in readiness for the walk back to the harem. Once there, he had taken advantage of the pools to cleanse himself and redress, and it wasn’t long after that the Sultan summoned him once more.

Orlando felt a small frisson of apprehension as they reached the Sultan’s private chambers. He was unsure what the Sultan would ask him. Was he to report on the evening he had spent with Lord Viggo? Orlando had no time to think as they entered the Sultan’s private inner sanctum. He was surprised when the Sultan immediately dismissed everyone else from the room, leaving him alone with the ruler.

“Come here, little mouse,” the Sultan said gently, and Orlando immediately strode forward and prostrated himself near the Sultan’s feet. “Rise. Come, sit by me.”

Orlando did as he was told, seating himself at the Sultan’s slippered feet, his head still bowed in acknowledgement of his status and unworthiness. The Sultan then surprised Orlando by placing his hand under Orlando’s chin and gently forcing the younger man’s head up.

“Look at me, little mouse,” the Sultan said, and Orlando quickly obeyed, meeting his grandfather’s kind gaze. “I spoke to Lord Viggo this morning. We spoke about last night.”

Orlando bit his lip, the apprehension rising in his belly once more. “Was he displeased, my lord?” Orlando asked hesitantly.

The Sultan chuckled, and his hand gently caressed Orlando’s veiled face. “No, little mouse, he was not at all displeased.”

Orlando felt a blush steal across his features and he ducked his head in embarrassment. “I am pleased then, my lord, and I hope that I brought honour to your name.”

The Sultan smiled as he looked down at the young man who reminded him so much of his daughter. “Little mouse, when we are alone I am only Grandfather,” the Sultan said, and he removed Orlando’s veil so that he could see the younger man’s face. “You have grown so much since I last spent any time with you. I remember when you were still small enough to sit upon my lap as I told you stories. You were always the favourite of my grandchildren,” the Sultan remarked, surprising Orlando.

“I am glad of it, grandfather. I hold much love in my heart for you,” Orlando replied honestly, his head leaning into the Sultan’s gentle caress of his cheek.

He stilled as the Sultan suddenly tilted his neck and pulled the soft silk away from Orlando’s shoulder, something catching his eye, and Orlando was startled by his grandfather’s sudden laugh. “Did you enjoy last night, little mouse?” he asked suddenly.

Orlando ducked his head again as colour suffused his face once more and memories of both last night and his awakening this morning sprung to the front of his mind. “I was very nervous at first. I wished only to serve you well. Lord Viggo was very good to me,” he offered in a hushed voice and the Sultan smiled at his grandson before his face fell a little and a heavy sigh escaped him.

“My little mouse, how I wish that you were the son of my son, I would gladly acknowledge you as an heir to my house, but because of your station, I would be forced to keep you in the harem or give you to someone in my court. I would not leave your future so uncertain. I am old and I know that some of your uncles are not as fond of you as I. I would not see you as a pawn in a political game.”

Orlando frowned as he looked upon his grandfather. He had not given much thought to his future, never looking ahead to the day when his grandfather was Sultan no more.

“I have decided something which will be hard for both you and I, yet I feel it is the best possible solution,” the Sultan continued. “When Lord Viggo leaves to return home, you will go with him.”

Orlando gasped in shock. He bit back his impulsive denial and instead ducked his head, hiding his expression and the tears he could not hold back. The Sultan placed a strong hand on Orlando’s shoulder, the other finding his chin and lifting his head once more. A single tear escaped Orlando and made a lonely path down the young man’s face. The Sultan wiped it away with his thumb, his own eyes filled with sorrow.

Orlando nodded at his grandfather and swallowed hard before he could speak. “I will do as you wish, grandfather, for you have always known what is best for me.”

“Lord Viggo will treat you well, he is a good friend of mine, and he has agreed that when he travels here, he will bring you with him for visits. Should it truly distress you to be with him you will return here and enter the harem once more,” the Sultan explained.

Orlando nodded. “I understand.”

“Oh, little mouse, if only you did. Lord Viggo is a man I would trust with my life, and I am trusting him with yours. His people have different customs to our own and I know it will not be easy at first, but I think he already feels some affection for you and he would treat you very well. I think it is a good match for you, and in my old age, I think only of your happiness.” The Sultan leant forward and placed a gentle kiss against Orlando’s forehead.

Orlando did cry then, his sorrow and his love for his grandfather overcoming his composure, and the older man held him and murmured soft reassurances in his ear until he fell asleep against the Sultan’s leg.

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Orlando had very few personal possessions, but what he did have had been packed and loaded onto the caravan that would shortly be departing. The Sultan had ensured that Orlando had been given more comfortable travelling clothes for the long journey and Orlando now stood waiting at the palace gates, his escort standing nearby as he awaited both Lord Viggo and the Sultan.

They appeared shortly, both laughing and shaking hands in the custom of Viggo’s people, and as the Sultan stepped out into the morning light, everyone in the courtyard, except the guards, prostrated themselves before him.

When he rose to his feet once more, Lord Viggo and the Sultan had reached the caravan and Orlando stood patiently, with his gaze cast at the floor.

“Is everything ready?” the Sultan asked.

Viggo laughed. “Yes, old friend. I suspect that everything has been ready for some time, and that my people have been awaiting our presence so that we may depart for home.”

The Sultan joined Viggo’s laughter. “That is well, then. I shall miss our conversations, and await your return with pleasure. I hope that the things you take back with you bring you much profit.”

“I have no doubt of it, although there are some things that I will not be sharing,” Viggo said meaningfully, and both rulers’ gazes fixed themselves on Orlando in understanding.

“I am glad of it,” the Sultan said quietly. “In this caravan you are taking something very precious to me, I beg of you to guard it well.”

Orlando flushed as he realised his grandfather was speaking about him. “I will guard it with my life,” Viggo announced, warming Orlando’s heart. Orlando almost melted as one of Viggo’s arms snaked around his waist and pulled him closer to the other man’s heat. For the first time since his grandfather’s announcement, Orlando allowed himself to feel excitement as he looked towards the future.

“I wish you safe journey then, my friend,” the Sultan said and then hesitated. “I will see you again soon, little mouse,” he offered softly.

“Fare well, grandfather. I hold you in my heart always and will think of you until I am in your presence once more,” Orlando murmured softly, so that only his grandfather could hear.

The Sultan then departed, leaving Lord Viggo to organise his caravan. Orlando was helped up onto one of Viggo’s horses and started in surprise as the Lord mounted behind him. Viggo’s arms snaked around his waist, pulling the younger man snugly against him, Viggo’s crotch resting against Orlando’s backside, and then Viggo spurred his mount into motion, leading the caravan out of the city and towards its final destination, Orlando’s new home.

“All will be well, Orlando. You will find yourself honoured in my home and in my bed,” Viggo said softly in his ear.

“It is my pleasure to serve you, my lord,” Orlando replied.

“And it will be my pleasure to please you, Orlando,” Viggo whispered, his mouth placing a gentle kiss against Orlando’s veiled cheek.

Orlando smiled. The sun was shining, the skies were clear and his heart was stirring softly as it slowly awoke to the presence of the man enfolding him in strong arms. He leant back into Viggo’s strong chest with a happy sigh.

“I look forward to it, my lord,” he whispered. “I look forward to it.”

The End.

Author’s Notes: A sequel may eventually be forthcoming.