Beyond Simla - Fifteen

[ismenin]

Hi, there! LSR's computer is playing up again, and the poor girl was trying for ages to get this to me. But, it has arrived, and here it is!
Warning, rampant sex ahead. :D





Thank you, again, ladysunrope for organising order out of chaos! Hugs.


Part 15



They woke early, and made love again, drawing from their union that comfort which can be given by a faithful lover.

Elijah wondered at it. He knew that Dom's two wives were - and would remain, Dom had vowed - virgins, and knew that, apart from his other women, he also had a large harem of nubile men with whom to dally. He also knew that Dom had not been near them since his return.

With some misgivings about the impertinence of the question, Elijah asked why.

Dom grinned at his companion in the light of the gathering dawn. "I have told you, Lij - in you I have an elegant sufficiency. I require no other." There was silence for a moment. "Have you...in England?"

Elijah sighed. "No, Dom. Giles was a passing fancy. Need brought us together, but I was not sorry to part from him. There was something...missing. There was always something missing," he said in an undertone.

Dom dared to ask. "And do you think, at last, that you have found that which was missing?"

Elijah buried his face in Dom's neck. "Yes," he murmured, not meeting Dom's gaze. He was afraid to show his emotion, lest it should amuse his lover, rather than soften his heart.

He need not have worried. "My dear, dear man!" And Dom kissed him.

They discussed what they would do that day. Elijah agreed with Dom's plan to speak with all the senior members of the palace staff.

Shortly after breakfast, Dom ordered that they should all gather in the largest throne room in half an hour.

Elijah laughed. "In the largest throne room? How many are there?" He took the sash from Gafur, and slipped it over Dom's head as he spoke, then pinned the orders on the velvet coat.

"Three," Dom smiled back. "Why, how many does your cousin have, Lij?"

"Only one," Elijah placed the ropes of pearls and diamonds around the Maharajah's neck and stood back to survey his handiwork.

"One? How...paltry," Dom winked, as Elijah's gaze ran over him.

He was dressed in a fine black velvet coat, edged and slashed thickly with embroidered gold thread. His trousers were black, with a gold strip running down the outer leg, and on his head a creamy-peach coloured silk turban, surmounted by the largest diamond headdress he had ever seen. Out of the top of this huge decoration - which was the symbol of Dom's power and authority - there was a white feather crest.


Dom seemed anxious as he scanned his companion's face. "Will I do?" he asked. "It is what they will expect, after all."

Elijah, momentarily stunned by the sight, nodded. "I particularly like the boots," he said, ready to tease, and trying not to smile. Dom's boots were made by the best boot-maker in England - black leather, polished like mirrors.

Dom seemed slightly disappointed. "Only the boots?" he said, his voice holding a wistful tone.

Elijah smiled then, his eyes fixed on Dom's. "You look magnificent!" he said, the truth of his words apparent in his voice and expression.

Dom relaxed. "Now, my friend, it is your turn!" His face bore a mischievous look, and Elijah, wanting to please him, held his peace as Billy held up the pale blue satin outfit for his inspection.

He was not sure that he approved, but when he saw himself in the full-length mirror, he allowed that, in it, he was passably good-looking.

Dom pinned the huge ornaments onto Elijah's turban, clipped on the earrings, and hung the rest of the diamond parure about his neck. The gems bettered any jewels the Queen of England possessed, as Elijah well knew.

Their servants bowed and left the room to see to Osman, who had declared that he would attend the audience.

Dom's eyes shone with delight, and he looked so much like a happy schoolboy that Elijah kissed his nose. Dom was so obviously enamoured with what he saw, that Elijah tried to forget the earrings, and that he looked like the sultan he had seen in a college production of 'The Arabian Nights', and followed Dom from the room.

He found that Osman was equally richly dressed. His coat a light green satin, his jewels resplendent, and he held in his hand an ivory cane studded at the top with a cabochon emerald the size of a large tomato, on which he rested the palm of his hand.

He really is a handsome man! Elijah thought, wondering for a moment why it should be that Dom was far more attractive to him than was this tall, elegant prince.

Slowly, because of Osman's physical weakness, they walked - Gafur and Billy following - to the Throne Room.

***

The Throne Room was packed as they entered. Dom led, followed by Osman Singh resting his hand on Elijah's arm to steady him. Standing on each side of the throne were Arjit and Basmin Singh.

Everyone knelt as Dom entered, and Elijah glanced about him, seeing that Duleep Singh was present, as well as many others he had seen about the palace, including the head eunuch, Wafiya.

Dom's face was set and stern, and Elijah knew why. It was not a pleasant thing to understand that someone present - apart from the traitorous Duleep - was keen on ending one's life.

Dom sat on his throne, and gestured that a chair be brought for Osman, who was looking pale. Not for the first time Elijah wondered at the strength of the man, whom, Ian had assured him, had ingested more than enough poison to kill him.

There was no preamble - Dom entered straight into the speech that he thought necessary.

"I have commanded you all here to hear my words. No-one present can have failed to notice that someone - someone perhaps present in this very room today - has attempted to kill me, my cousin, the Prince Osman Singh, and His Excellency, Lord Wood."

Elijah noted that the death of Rashman was only known to have been murder by a few of the men present and so was not mentioned. Most thought he had died of his injuries. Ian, standing against the wall near the throne, looked searchingly at his grandson, but no emotion was visible in his face.

"When the murderer - or murderers - have been found, and have no doubt that they will be found, they will die in the manner prescribed for all traitors to the crown of Ranjipore, which has been laid down for many generations. There will be no mercy."

Dom's glanced raked the room. "It saddens me to think that those I have trusted have betrayed me. But, be they never so close - by ties of affection, or of blood - they will die. I command that anyone knowing anything of this matter, however small it may seem, bring it to my attention immediately. You are dismissed."

They waited until all the servants had left. Basmin Singh coughed. "Do you think, Highness, that it is over, now? That there will be no more...attempts since you have declared your knowledge of them?"

Dom shrugged. "Who knows, cousin? I certainly do not. I intend keeping my eyes sharp about me for any unusual occurrences."

He paused for a moment, looking at his uncle and cousin with a careful eye. "Did you send for your half-brother, Vigran, as I commanded?"

Basmin bowed. "I did, Highness. So far I have received no reply from him, either by mail or heliograph. But I am certain he will come as soon as he receives my letter."

Elijah knew that Vigran was another cousin of Dom's mother, as was Basmin. Vigran, though, lived in a fortress high in the northern hills, and was something of a recluse. But he knew Dom had been very fond of the man, who was about ten or twelve years older than Dom, and was, besides, a valiant warrior, and fiercely protective of his young king.

"Send me word as soon as you receive it," Dom ordered, before he turned to his uncle. "I would spend a little time in the library with His Excellency, uncle. I am in need of a little...quiet relaxation."

Arjit Singh bowed as Dom prepared to leave, and Osman permitted Billy to help him out of the room and up the stairs. Dom handed Gafur his head-dress, and the heavy neck chain, and Elijah did the same. He included the earrings, too, which made Dom grin, and they made their way slowly to the library.

"I did not know you were such a voracious reader, Dom." Elijah commented, as they entered the enormous library, looking about him, and marvelling at the thousands of volumes lining the walls.

"I do read a great deal, particularly in the winter months when the snow is deep along the pass. Sometimes we are stuck here for weeks on end without being able to leave. Reading is one of my great solaces...and, Lij, through here is another; or it was, until you came."

Dom led Elijah to a door at the far end of the room, and sharply tapped on it several times in what seemed to be a code. The door opened, and an elderly man, his long, grey hair plaited in four braids around his head, bowed low. "It is many days since we have had the honour of your Highness's presence here," he said, in the reedy head-voice of the eunuch. He looked askance at Elijah as he entered behind the king.

"Sayid, this is Lord Wood. You must extend to him every courtesy that you extend to me, do you understand?" Dom's voice was friendly, but the command in the tone was plain.

"Verily, Lord," the old man bowed again. "Will you come through to the maidan? All are congregated there, for it is a fine day for basking in the sun."

He led the way through several corridors, passing only one or two servants who knelt as they passed. As they went out into the sunshine of the high-walled garden, Elijah suppressed a gasp. Gathered in the green square were about thirty of the handsomest young men he had ever seen.

They were of every race and colour. Black, brown, pale ivory, and there was even one tall, fair-headed man, who seemed to be somewhat older than the others.

"That is Brian, Lij," Dom commented as the man spotted him. "First amongst equals, you might say."

Brian detached himself from a small group who were engaged in dressing each other's hair, and came forward, bowing low. "It is wonderful to see you again, my Lord," the man said in a rich Irish brogue. He looked quickly at Elijah, but gave all his attention to his master.

"Is everyone well?" Dom asked, smiling a little at Elijah's silence.

"Very well, Lord. None has asked permission to leave, not since Raoul, two years ago. All are happy to be here...except..." It was plain the man did not wish to mention what was on his mind, but Dom waved a hand at him.

"Go on, man. All are happy, except...?"

"Well, it's young Pierre, Highness," blurted Brian, rushing his fences. "He is far from happy. He has been waiting for you, you see, as he was promised."

Dom frowned in an effort of recognition, but failed. "Pierre? I remember no-one of that name. Who is he?"

Brian cleared his throat. "He was a gift to you from Prince Osman Singh, Lord. He, er..." The man did not know what to say.

Dom stared at him. "Brian, are you afraid of me? I do not think I have given you reason to be so."

Brian hung his head, blushing. "No, Lord, I don't fear you. You never give orders that any be beaten, except for fighting or injuring others. But...it is a...delicate matter, Lord."

Dom glanced at Elijah. "You mean that it is something to do with sexual congress, which you do not wish to speak of before a stranger?"

Brian, still blushing, nodded.

Elijah thought it interesting and rather moving that a man could blush so, who lived in a place devoted to the arts of love.

"Take me to him, then. Lij, will you come? I would see what troubles him, as Brian, here, is so reluctant to tell me. Where is he?"

Brian led them back indoors, to a room redolent of chypre and the scent of unguents. In a tented bed, against the wall, lay a dark-haired, pale skinned, very lovely young man, whose brown eyes were wet with weeping.

"Pierre, here is His Highness come to see you." Brian said, his voice soft.

Dom looked at his loyal servant, and saw more than Brian would like to have any man to see. He loved this youth. What, then, was the problem? He had given all his men permission to lie with each other when he was not with them. It would be a lonely and frustrating life, otherwise, and unresolved sexual tension engendered aggression,, and, therefore, fighting.

Pierre was a slim lad, very slim. It seemed to Dom that he had not been eating well. The boy lacked strength.

"What is it that ails you, my tulip?" Dom asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, and taking a slim-fingered hand in his.

Pierre wept.

Dom glanced at Elijah, who looked at Brian. "He...er...is waiting for you, Highness. He has promised no other will touch him until you..." His servant's voice trailed away, uncertain what his Lord would think of the situation.

"Is he still virgin, then? How long has he been here?" Dom inquired, his voice still low.

"A year and two months, Highness." Pierre's answer came from a throat drenched with tears. "I promised myself I would be yours before I let any other touch me. I have waited, long..."

Dom patted his trembling shoulder. "You must know, Pierre, that I...I have not lain with every lad here. And now..." he glanced at Elijah and saw only understanding in his lover's face.

"Then I will live and die a virgin, if you do not want me!" Pierre declared, hotly, with all the passion of inexperienced youth.

"Now, that would be a pity," Elijah declared, looking at Dom with a smile in his eyes. "Do you not think you could oblige him, just once...er, Highness?"

Dom seemed thunderstruck for a moment, then common sense settled on him. Elijah was not expecting Dom to give up all his obligations because, these days, he had him to his bed.

"I'm certain I could oblige him, Lij...but, should I?"

It was Elijah's turn to blush. "It is something I would like to see...if you remember the garden," he said quietly.

Dom thought back to that night. Elijah had been as hard as a rock, then. Dom had seen the outline plainly through the thin linen of his trousers. Perhaps...

"Perhaps, if you joined me, we could both..."

Elijah considered it for a moment, and then began unfastening his jacket. "I would like it of all things." And Dom knew he meant it, because Elijah rarely uttered an unguarded word.

Brian went to the far side of the room and began assembling items on a gold tray. Dom took the opportunity to whisper to Elijah. "Shall I send for some of the others? They get little chance these days...only to observe us..." Dom finished, quickly, sensing a refusal in Elijah's face.

"To observe? Yes, I would like that, too," Elijah murmured, his eyes fixed on Dom's.

Pierre flung the sheet off his naked body and it was seen that he was already very aroused. Dom began to remove his clothing, which Brian took away, and Elijah did so also. Soon they were both naked, and eager to begin.

Several young men came in holding small cloths in their hands, and Elijah smiled. It was something he had often dreamed of - being watched by those who could not touch him, and here it was, about to happen.

Dom seemed more than satisfied by what he saw in Elijah's eyes, and, therefore asked him, quietly, if he objected to Brian holding Pierre, if he did nothing else.

"Not at all. He could help by embracing him, after all. I'm certain he will not be refused by Pierre after this..." Then they moved towards the bed as the men sat on the floor at a distance, and in respectful silence, almost, thought Elijah smiling slightly, like a theatre audience awaiting 'curtain up'.

He could not help but notice, too, that many pairs of eyes were trained upon him, as he was not known to them. He turned slightly, allowing them all to peruse his slender body, and the cock jutting out, so proudly, from his groin.

He heard a slight moan from the corner and slid his eyes towards the sound. One of the men was pulling hard at himself, his eyes on Elijah's erection. Elijah hardened to full tumescence under this scrutiny, and knelt beside Pierre who was resting in Brian's arms.

"Has he been prepared for this?" Dom whispered.

Brian whispered back. "Every day the plug has been inserted for two hours, Lord, as is usual."

Elijah repressed a smile. Fourteen months preparation would make the man more than ready, he thought. He watched Dom as he tweaked a nipple. Pierre gasped and wriggled. It seemed he liked it. Dom pinched the other one, and gestured to Brian to kiss the lad.

Soon Elijah was running his deft hands over the eager body spread before them, until soon, the boy was gasping and begging, and pulling Dom to him with eager hands.

Brian turned Pierre on his belly and put cushions beneath him. Dom glanced at Elijah and received an encouraging - and very erotically charged - smile.

He said something in a low voice, and Elijah moved to the man's head, allowing himself to be taken into Pierre's mouth. He might be a virgin, but the eunuchs had taught him well. Soon Elijah was thrusting into the willing mouth, as Dom prepared Pierre for the joining.

He breached him, and the boy let out a glad cry. It was what he had waited for, long months of waiting.

Dom's eyes met Elijah's over the man's thrusting form. "Do not come, please, Lij!"

Elijah withdrew immediately, and Brian knelt in his place, his face full of happiness, as Pierre took him in.

It was not long before Pierre had no thought for anyone or anything except the sensations rising in his own body. He was trembling wildly, and Elijah ran a calming hand down the sweating back as Dom brought him to climax with a shuddering groan.

However, as Dom withdrew from the limp body, Elijah saw that he was still hard, and knew what it was that Dom wanted, now.

"Everybody, leave!" the king ordered, and Brian picked up the sated Pierre, and carried him quickly from the room, followed by the other men.

"I want you, Lij," Dom's voice was hoarse with suppressed passion. "No-one else, only you. Take me, now!"

And Elijah, realising that Dom could not be seen in such a position by his concubines, came to him, gladly, and kissing him, laid him gently on the silken sheets.

With no-one observing him, Dom melted in Elijah's embrace, and having nothing to prove but his love, Elijah removed the turban and unwound Dom's shining hair until it hung in golden ropes to his waist.

"No-one else" said Dom, again, and Elijah wasted no more time, but took his lover in his arms, and entered him.

Dom wound a leg about Elijah's waist, and placed the other one over his lover's shoulder, and thus they were joined, close and content, with each other.

There was complete stillness for a moment, then Elijah began to move, and Dom began to moan.

It was not the same for either of them as it had been with any other man - both realised it, now. With other men it was physical satisfaction, between each other it was something that transcended the physical, and they knew it.

As Dom bit his hand so that no-one listening outside - and he was certain men were listening outside - heard him groan, he came, hot and hard, over his belly and chest, gazing into Elijah's eyes as if he was the prize that all men desired, including himself.

He watched Elijah come, his face flushed, the sweat mantling his body. He watched his back arch with his thrusting, watched the recognition of the point of no return inform his features, and the gasp of pure pleasure that left his mouth as his climax took him.

It was true that both men had enjoyed the others watching them; it added a little piquancy to the foreplay - a little spice. They were more quickly aroused because of it.

But when it came to consummation, they needed each other.

No-one else, only you; it was a thought that both men held secret in their heart of hearts.

Comments

[lisabellex.livejournal.com]

Ooh! You weren't bluffing about the rampant sex! That was hot, missus! HOT! And I loved it. Phew. Dom and Elijah showed great generosity in helping Pierre out, and a nice time was had by all. :)

Meanwhile... will Vigran arrive? And will the plotters be found? These questions remain to be answered. And don't Elijah and Osman look lovely in their bejeweled outfits?

Looking forward to more!

xxx

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Hot is good, when it's DomLijah! :D And Vigran will arrive, sooner or later.

Hope you enjoy the next part, even without hot sex! xxx

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

This is the most completely sensual chapter I've read from you. Everything from the dressing in their royal clothing to the consummation in the harem was beautifully described. Sensational.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Very happy it pleased you! They are having such fun together. I like that - a lot! ;D xxx

[primula-baggins.livejournal.com]

Oh, rampant sex, indeed. :)

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Hotty botty totty! ;D xxxx

[tristanpaulus.livejournal.com]

Oh my, you weren't exaggerating about the rampant sex!

That may well be the kinkiest scene you have ever written.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Kinky, eh? Well, I like the thought of Elijah being a bit of an exhibitionist! ;D xxx

[laeliacatt.livejournal.com]

Rampant, yes! Exhibitionist!Elijah is an interesting twist. Pierre and Brian should be rather grateful at Dom's generosity, I should think. ;) Of course, my favorite part is still "No-one else, only you". :D

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

He does have a lovely body - I'm certain he must know that. I hope he does, anyway!

No-one else, only you. Yup. ;D xxx

[verangel.livejournal.com]

When I realized where you were going with this I was squeeling YES! to myself!!! This was so HOT. That poor man, a plug prepping him every day for a year and not action. The whole scene with them was incredibly erotic and seemed so natural in those circumstances. Elijah was having fun showing off his gorgeous assets. heehee This was one of your BEST chapters! I loved how Dom made Elijah wait so he could be taken. Wow, having to bite his hand so they wouldn't hear him scream. *whimpers*
LOVED IT hugs you xoxoxoxo *phew* :P'''' v

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Pierre wasone well prepared lad. And boy, did he enjoy it. I'm very glad you did, too.
Still thinking about you. Huggles. xxxx

[janejanejane.livejournal.com]

Wow, I really enjoyed this! ;-9 No nodding off in bed for me last night until I'd read the entire chapter!

And now another intriguing character is introduced in Vigran; looking forward to learning more about him and the rest.

Thank you very much again for posting :-)

XXXX

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

It kept you awake! That's good to know! At least, until you'd finished reading!
You're very welcome. :D xxxx

[http://users.livejournal.com/tweedle_/]

"I'm certain I could oblige him, Lij...but, should I?" LOL! I expect you could, Dom! Wow! Smoking hot! And I had as much fun as Dom did, dressing up Elijah. :) XXOO

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

I was very pleased when Elijah said that it would be a pity if Dom didn't oblige! Daft, but true. Lij is pretty dressed up, I tell ya! ;D xxx