The Sultan Part 2 (standard:fairy tales, 1910 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: Imaginator	Added: Dec 30 2005	Views/Reads: 2720/1965	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Amr deals with his father's death and finds a new point of view in his arms

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“Sultan, my apologies, we had hoped to have this done before you
returned.” 

“Returned?” Amr asked. 

Boyo gestured toward the boy.  “From interviewing this boy here.” 

“I was bringing him to my rooms to talk with him, Captain Odji let him
loose to find me.” Boyo knowing the implication of this nodded and 
backed into the room to allow Amr and the boy to step in.  He clapped 
his hands twice to get the attention of the servants in the rooms.  
Telling then the Sultan needed some privacy he shooed them all out of 
the room, and began to follow, but Amr asked him to stay.  With a short 
bow of gratitude he began sweeping coverings off of some chairs so they 
could sit.  He hesitated a moment before clearing a chair for the boy 
because of the smelly ragged clothes the boy was still wearing.  
Glancing at Amr for permission he saw the knowing nod to leave it in 
place, and Amr silently mouthing ‘bath' at him while the boy was 
looking in another direction. Boyo dashed off to call down for some hot 
water. 

Amr indicated the covered chair to the boy and sat down himself in the
other.  The boy yet again surprised him by beginning the conversation, 
but this time his tone was more feminine than even his sister used when 
trying to attract attention. 

“You were close to your father weren't you?”  The frank open blue eyed
gaze invited the truth, for some reason Amr did not censor himself and 
told this boy what no one else in the Empire knew.  All about his 
secret attraction to males instead of females and how for him to touch 
Boyo and be caught could destroy them both in the eyes of the people.  
Amr's jaw dropped when the youth burst out laughing at this sentiment 
and worry. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh but I though you would have known...
everybody knew about you and Boyo a couple years ago from when your 
father walked in on your bath!  The truth is Sultan, everyone already 
knows, and it hasn't changed a thing.” 

“What is your name?”  This time it was the youth who was surprised by
Amr's question.  He held his hand out with a delicate gesture and said 
his name in a soft smooth tone that caused as stirring within Amr. 

“Erasias, of the family Zras, now fallen.”  The look of sadness at these
words made Amr want to comfort the boy.  The Story of the Zras family 
was well known for murder, lust and betrayal.  “But I'm usually called 
Eros, because I'm a very loving kind of guy.” This last was delivered 
with a sly wink. 

Just then Boyo returned and knocked on the room door, Amr called out for
him to enter and saw he was followed by a troupe of servants carrying a 
large tub and several dozen buckets of steaming hot water.  As the tub 
was filled Amr told Eros to remove his clothes.  With a bright red face 
the boy complied all the way to his under shorts where he stopped,  the 
outline of his current state evident.  Eros's face got only redder as 
he saw Amr and Boyo looking at him and asked if all the servants needed 
to be helping as he could bathe himself just fine. 

Amused by the boy's sudden reticence and modesty after the frank
conversation, Amr gestured for the servants to leave.  The moment the 
room contained only Amr and Eros The boy's shorts were on the floor and 
his hands tried to hide his erection.  With a small smile the boy 
stopped trying to hide himself and walked directly up to Amr until the 
tip of his organ nearly touched Amr's robes. 

“Have you ever been with anyone?” the boy asked in a surprisingly deep
sexy voice. 

Amr's heart started to pound as his body reacted in spite of his efforts
at self control.  Eros, seeing Amr starting to become aroused, slowly 
pressed himself closer and kissed Amr on his thin delicate lips.  Amr's 
arms moved around the boy on their own, seemingly, and Amr knew his 
control was lost.... for now. 

Some time later he came back to his senses, with images of the intense
and interesting pleasures Eros had shown him.  The water in the tub 
around them was cool but the flesh lying against his was keeping him 
warm.  The soft snores escaping the boy lips forcefully demonstrated 
his satisfaction.  They had climbed in to rinse off the sweat but had 
remained because they were comfortable, and eventually fell asleep and 
were now all wrinkly from too long in the water.  Amr woke Eros by 
rubbing the muscular stomach gently, he jumped slightly then gave a 
noise of disgust when he saw his wrinkled hands and feet. 

Eros reached back with a quick fondle then got out of the water, He was
startled by Boyo coming out of the servants alcove (larger and nicer of 
course) with a large towel in his hands and beginning to dry him off 
unconcerned by modesty.  Beginning to be aroused by this he glanced 
down and saw Boyo's quick shake of his head and understood to take it 
for what it was.  Boyo then took a larger softer towel and more 
caressingly dried off Amr, who did not react. 

Boyo then led them to the dressing room and passed to Eros beautiful
blue silk robes, decorated with glittering silver thread and bright 
emeralds.  Amr gave a grimace but accepted that he would have to do 
this at sometime.  Best to do it now, nodding at Eros to put on those 
robes he patiently stood while Boyo dressed him in the robes of 
coronation   A simple white robe with a belt of crimson and gold, to 
symbolize honesty and a willingness to give ones life for the land.  
And a cape of pure gold thread weighed down his shoulders, to symbolize 
the burden of being Sultan.  His feet were bare to symbolize walking 
with the people, and not above them. 

Before they left for the ceremony Amr turned to Eros to ask him to stay
in the Palace, his family returned to honor.  Eros with his face clean 
and bright, and his long red hair bound up by a long silver thread by 
Boyo, did not say a word, only walked up to Amr and kissed him gently.  
With a smile Amr pushed him back and reached into a pocket for the ring 
Boyo had fetched for him, large silver with an extremely large diamond 
on it shaped into a faceted dome, its edges trimmed in gold.  Eros's 
jaw dropped open when he recognized the ring of a royal consort, the 
ring which would allow him anywhere Amr went, and to have the rank of 
Prince, though not in line to rule if anything happened.  He reached 
for the ring so hesitantly that Amr, with a snort of laughter, grabbed 
his hand and found a finger the ring would fit on.  Still staring at 
the ring in awe, Eros stumbled after Amr who dragged him by his belt 
out of the room. 


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