Tutor and Brother

Sorry, for the long time no see. RL has its own problems. As promised from now on things really get strange and changes are about for the trio. Comments are welcome.





The night was still morning’s twin, dark and light in a tender iridescent embrace of rose and ink black, and fighting for supremacy were night’s clouds, and sun ray’s gliding through the window of the pleasure room. And there lay William, on his back, sprawled, used, lost and yet the victor for it. Eyes closed he waited. David was there next to him with a cold voice, whispering viciously, caressingly, promising and enticing. Dominating. The ruler of his world right now, as William dared not open his eyes yet for fear of what he might see. Battle hardened instincts, dreams of the night past, all told him that something was terribly changed…and it was frighteningly right. In a way he could not explain, yet felt in his bones. A strange glove glided along his chest, down, down, toward his thighs, feeling their insides, making him arch upwards, as he felt in his mind the traces left by the steely studs covering its surface. He knew…the lightest pressure applied and it would draw blood. Still, David was not after it. For now. Suddenly, William’s eyes opened as his mouth formed a half pleasured, half surprised gasp. Where had this idea come from? He turned his head only half an inch on the pillow, and froze…David, was David, and still he wasn’t David any longer.

“Oh, yes, I see you noticed. Actually, I was wondering how much longer it would take you.”

The man sitting next to him, almost carelessly torturing him with the glove, making him writhe in pleasure was magnificent. Surprising. Young and much older than himself at the same time, as the older figure seemed still to struggle to imprint itself on his body. On his face. To take control of him, in a gentle yet decisive manner. Right now, the older image seemed to float…and as the room became lighter it started fading.

William didn’t answer, but watched sorrowful as the face became more David’s known face, only eyes, and a certain harder mold of chin and lips, of cheeks turning granite remembering the faded ghost of the magnificent creature that has been next to him.

“The time is not right yet, my beautiful servant. But I promise you that it will soon be. I still must remember. Must still wait a bit to become me. Till then, you William will try to serve me well. Serve me by aiding in taking care of a much hungered for love Cedric. My beautiful, beautiful lover, and brother…my follower through all lifetimes it took to come back. I know…I know…you’re surprised and you don’t understand anything right now. But soon you will Abdul Mu’id Fadi*.”

William stood still, forgetting to breathe, eyes wide open, looking, falling into those eyes. And then a moan, a shout of triumph and of absolute pleasure and fear flew from his lips…”Kedar Baha al Din!”**. How did he know this name? What had it meant to him? Then his mind went blank. As whispers from a far time seemed to absorb him in a swirl as old as time, swallowing him in huge waves, until he resurfaced, grasping and kissing the hand that had stopped pressing his chest down, while the gloved hand felt his body.

“Yeeesss…I see you remember. But for him, for Robert, for my lover I so lovingly called Hakim Abdul Aziz *** is too soon. And even for me. We must solve some things yet. Trip to London. Little Season. And then…David’s disappearance. For I can’t be both. Just one. And David…is too young, unwise and untried. I shall keep him just inside me. Safe. For times when Ced will need to be with his brother in spirit if never encountering him in his forever lives again. For the sake of Cedric who must go a long way to be my beloved Hakim again and forever. Our first time together, when I finally had conquered completely that stubborn mediaeval warrior I promised him life after life of pain, pleasure, and delights in my arms, if he yielded his life, body and soul to me. And then again the last time before my execution I promised him eternity together with us. Now the time is right. Will you serve me now as then?”

“Yes”, whispered dried lips, as William again kissed the hand.

One hand slid slowly along the other, and David took down the glove. He felt like in a trance, disembodied, lips forming words that seemed not his, body and hands motioning and commanding in ways not his, and yet he felt so welcoming towards this new him, wanting more of it. He couldn’t understand the change, the shift in him that started sometime in the night. He wasn’t able to explain it. Not to himself, not to anyone. He just knew it had happened. And that it was a mark that would not be left on him, to carry throughout his life, but a mark that would keep him inside itself for all eternity. And just as well he knew that this was how things were meant to be. At that moment. Now. And for all the times that future over future would bring.

The right hand made a slow, brief, butterfly-like motion, and William turned, wordless, kneeling, lowering his chest on the cooling sheet, and pushing upwards only his lower body as he propped his forehead on his hands. He gave a suppressed shout of pleasure welcoming the hard body entering him, dominating him, as David took the ease he’d denied himself throughout the night.

“Master, oh, you luminous, powerful grace, my prince, I beg forgiveness, this humble servant didn’t know what he was doing…” he whispered incongruously while he felt the hard body pressing into him, inside him, taking him fully and making him crave more of all that fate and the shadow struggling to conquer and mold the young body of his charge pounded furiously into his body, and then changed tack, to a more slow, firm possession.

David kept gliding slowly in and out of his body, and William sang his apology, breathing shallow, wanting it all, feeling each powerful thrust like a promise of fulfillment, and each retreating movement as incommensurable loss.

“You had to Fadi. It was fated. Without you, without your merciless loving Cedric and me both, without my sacrifice in accepting it all, and yours in performing the ritual of the beginnings, we would have lost also this life.”

“Master, let this undeserving servant give you obeisance.”

“I accept. I thank you, my faithful servant.”

The voice was cold and dominating. But the undertone was the same that William recognized from his other life…Fadi! He was Fadi Abdul Mu’id, He was the redeemer. The one who lived to serve the mighty ruler and sorcerer Kedar Baha al Din. He gave a last exhausted sigh, as David drew out of him. Then, they both collapsed on the bed, William feeling the hands of David encircling him, as David held him tight, back pressed to his chest. They seemed to remain so frozen in time, and place.



Cedric was brewing. Jealous. Hurt. Not being able to know what was going on. For the first time he felt excluded. He knew, he felt, and what he couldn’t know and feel he dreamed. Something was going to change. In his bones he was sure that the almost gone night was the prelude to something his mind could not fathom and yet…yet guessed, while his wild beating heart kept pace with a prophecy forgotten in the pages of an old confession telling the tale of Robert’s enchantment and enslavement in the arms of his Saracen lover and in the arms of a twin who’d caught a glimpse of the spirit, yet not the very essence to fulfill the promise. He opened the old book haphazardly at one of the pages and started reading, feverish, senses alert, trying to guess what was happening in the so much feared and yet loved rooms of pleasure and pain.



“As of that day My Emir insisted for me to eat. He came each day, three times, and almost forced-fed me under the threat of whipping. I ate and told him of my life in England. Of how sorely I missed my father and brother. He told me about the heat and endlessness of the desert. Of the riches of his county…and I found me more and more getting lost into his mesmerizing eyes. Till one day when, upon leaving, he bent gently to me, and caressing my hair whispered “prepare my love, tonight your learning and training shall start. Be ready.” I froze. I suddenly knew that the tales whispered on the road were the truth. The next moment I felt ashamed of myself. Truly. I could no longer think of taking my life, or about going hungry. I felt just excitement mingled with impotent fury and fear. Ooohhh, the truth of it was I didn’t know what to feel. I was strangely aroused. I had looked for so many days and nights into those eyes. I have watched each smile of pleasure, each frown when My Emir could not exactly understand what I told him, so that now a strange bond, a certain affection and something indefinable had started bonding me to that man who owned me. All. Body, for sure…And my soul was about to get lost as well.

The two eunuchs who bathed me came. They assisted my as usual and helped me dress in a black silken robe, tied with a simple knot around my hips, and then signaled me to accompany them. We went down the large marble white hall to the end of it, where a tall door opened silently. I remained in it for a second breathlessly. The room before my eyes was astonishing. No longer white, but grey and black marble. A hip deep pool in which two young men around my age bathed each other, was somewhat to my left. The center of the room was dominated by a round bed that seemed larger than mine, while the right side of the chamber was taken by a rack, a whipping cross, and other strange looking things and devices. The Emir reclined lazily in the center of the bed, and signaled me to join him. I went and after bowing my head defiantly only slightly in a greeting sat cross-legged next to him. He let his hand wrap around my hair, and pulling my head down, spoke softly, only for my ears “I want you to watch, just watch carefully tonight. Learn and know that I wait, but not for much longer now, and then you, my beautiful one will be in the place of one of those two young men.” I opened my mouth to protest and shout that I would never, ever allow…He seemed to guess my intention, because he lifted his hand in a warning sing “don’t contradict me, and don’t deny me. I’d hate to have to punish you for more than to receive pleasure, as I deem fit”. One of the eunuchs entered, bowed and announced that Abdul Mu’id Fadi was awaiting his pleasure. The emir signaled to the eunuch to let the man come in, and clasped his hands. As if on order, the two young men who’d finished bathing hurried from the ottoman on which they had caressed each other, and knelt on the carpet right in front of the Emir’s bed on which we sat. Fadi entered. I gasped. He was a man at the moment of full power. Wild, impressive, handsome. He bowed respectfully in front of the Emir, and remained so for longer than fit. Then he straightened and looking directly at the Emir, awaited his demands.

“Fadi, I, your ruler, gift you with one of these two after tonight. However, if what you shall offer us will be to my pleasure and satisfaction, you may keep both come morning. One condition though: you may do whatever you choose to them. But you will take your own pleasure only after leaving these chambers. You see, my companion here must needs learn our ways. Mine, and yours. I decided to keep him just for me. But, your skill tonight, your talent in arousing and pleasuring my senses, if fully used, will bring you these two exquisite slaves. What say you?”

“Thank you, lord and master. I can but pray to have the skill and insight to offer you and your companion what you wish to see.”

Lord, little did I know that the night about to begin will have me left shivering in fear, anticipation and arousal. Little did I know that my body told that night while watching and listening to whispered comments of the Emir quite another story than my mind.”

Cedric stopped for a moment to change the candles to new ones, and continued reading, on his belly, cheeks propped in hands, and body growing harder with arousal, as he believed to see with his very eyes the story unfolding, and not just simple scribbled letters.





*Abdul Mu’id Fadi: Servant of the Restorer and Redeemer

** Kedar Baha al Din: Powerful Magnificence of Faith

*** Hakim Abdul Aziz: Servant of the Powerful/Dear One