A Northern Prince

Sei\'s bare feet skidded over the smooth marble floor without buying him any ground to stand on. The men holding him, one hand on his bicep, another on his forearm, said nothing, showed not the slightest sympathy that he was going to be raped. He understood, in some root part of his being, that that was what the red headed prince was going to be required to do. Sei wasn\'t going to give himself to anyone! This was all a mistake!

\"Let me go! I refuse! I will not go! Let me go!\"

\"Yes, let him go,\" Arist said.

The larger of the eunuchs turned to look at the speaker. \"Lord Arist, we can not. He is to be delivered to Prince Leo\'s rooms and prepared for his marking.\"

\"Do I understand then that this slave is still a virgin?\" Arist felt his desire rise, both for revenge and for the beautiful body of this slave.

\"That is not a matter that we would have knowledge of, Lord,\" the smaller said, urging them to start walking again. \"Forgive us, Lord, but we must bring him to his master\'s bed.\"

\"No! Please,\" Sei looked over his shoulder, \"I don\'t belong here! I\'m not a slave. Help me!\"

\"I think,\" Arist purred, \"I\'d rather have him in my bed.\"

\"We will report you,\" the larger eunuch said crisply.

\"I don\'t think so,\" Arist said.

Color flashed, yellow and black. Without warning, the hands gripping his arms relaxed. Sei spun around, trying desperately to undo the chains at his wrists. The two eunuchs fell, black and yellow darts in their throats. Sei looked Arist in the eyes, a prince to a mere lord, and dared him to so much as lay a hand on him. His sheer will, presence of nobility surrounded him like a fortress wall. And then Arist\'s fist brought it all down as it connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling out on the marble floor in a heap of shock and chains.

Sei\'s head spun as he was lifted. This wasn\'t happening. This was not happening! The chains holding his wrists close to his waist made it impossible to hit effectively. His struggles must have proved annoying though, as the man carrying shifted him so he was over one shoulder, then smacked his seat with more force then Sei could imagine hitting anything. \"Bastard! Dog! Unhand me!\"

\"Such lovely words, my little dick sheath,\" Ariste purred, rubbing the stinging print he\'d left on Sei\'s ass cheek, then following the seam with his fingers, pressing it down. \"You always should have been mine.\"

Bare feet weren\'t any good for kicking. Blush burned his face, spread out from the stinging hand print on his bottom. \"You have no right!\"

\"No, pretty, you have no rights. I have the right to whatever I wish to take from you,\" Ariste took the stairs two at a time, leaving the main wing of the castle, to the currently empty tower where most of the noble\'s were given rooms.



\"May I be excused?\" Leo asked. It wasn\'t really proper, but then a lot of things hadn\'t been proper this holiday.

\"The boy wants to play with his new toy,\" Devlin teased.

\"I\'m not a boy,\" Leo shot back calmly.

\"Yes, yes, go play with your toy, Leo,\" King Edmond said, his voice proud and pleased.

Leo rose, bowed, and made his exit faster than he would have imagined wanting to earlier. He was tired of his rooms, tired more of his father\'s courtiers whose respect for the bookish younger prince went only slightly farther than their ability to have genuine thoughts. He slipped rapidly through the party that lay beyond his family\'s private dining and celebration and hurried in search of the man he\'d drawn so many times in the last months. In his heart, he wanted a friend, wanted more than a friend.

His body responded quite well to his memories of Prince Sei. He hoped Sei wasn\'t shy. It was going to be a splendid holiday!