Mate of a Desert Prince Ch. 03

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The trip through the orgy room was an interesting one. Aiden thought after entering what he assumed was Badru's bedroom. All his 'Masters' companions assumed Aiden was some kind of newcomer and tried to get him to join them. They grabbed his ankles and pulled at what little clothing he had.

What shocked him most was the way the prince had acted. He scolded and pushed them all away; claiming that Aiden was his slave and no one was to touch him. Ever. As much as it pleased Aiden that the youth was so vocal about his intentions, He couldn't help but feel confused.

Aiden had been trying to figure this youth out but he kept changing. When they'd first 'met', the young prince looked like nothing more than a curious if not a bit entitled young man. After their encounter, Aiden saw the sensual potential in the young man. The ecstasy on his face then was proof that actual intercourse would be fulfilling. Yet as time went by, Badru went from adorable to infuriating. From letting other men, weaker men, touch him and bring him the same level of pleasure to treating him, Aiden, like some pet! Surely, there was something wrong with this boy. Not to say he wasn't still pissed off about everything else. He hated that he was now a slave to a child. Whats more, said child seemed determined to either humiliate Aiden or control him. Both options left him more than just a little annoyed.

Yet, he could help but like the kid. Yes, he was the most peculiar and confusing person he'd ever met but he wasn't downright terrible. Things could be worse, he supposed. He could have a cruel,ugly old noble, beating him and selling him to the highest bidder like a prize bull. Hell, that's what that slave trader swore he'd experience.

Speaking of, he had yet to figure out exactly what happened to him. He couldn't stay like this. Though his hands were literally and figuratively tied, this could not be permanent. And once he figured things out, he'd punish those responsible. Quite painfully.

"Aiden!" Badru called, drawing Aiden's gaze once more. He was shocked to see the young prince striping down. Though he knew better than to get his hopes up, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to the sight. He was hard within seconds of seeing Badru's near naked body. This was getting old but how could he help it?

Badru was much slender and smaller than other men he'd seen. The men he'd seen since being bought were bigger than the prince. But Badru looked every part a young prince of the desert. Deeply tanned skin, unblemished and firm. His hair was stark black and actually attached to his head. Aiden had noticed a strange custom in which people wore wigs instead of just keeping the hair they had. He didn't understand it but was happy Badru was different.

"Yes, Badru?" He answered in his own language, not yet understanding Badru's. He liked it when Badru spoke it but it sometimes made him think the people were gagging on something. It was really unnerving sometimes.

Badru looked displeased at his response. Whether it was just from his past annoyances or the fact he'd been called by his given name by a 'slave', Aiden didn't ponder. What he did ponder was what the prince was saying. He was pacing the floor, muttering to himself in a strange new language. He'd done the same with that soldier from before. It sounded Latin but that couldn't be. Why and where would he learn such a language?

As he paced however, Aiden couldn't help but stare at how the prince's body moved. He liked that despite being much weaker; he was still in somewhat great shape. His body was very toned and firm, despite clearly having little to no fighting experience. Watching his small muscled move under his skin was strangely arousing. He did have to wonder what the kid did to stay so fit though. Badru finally turned to Aiden, his near naked body still distracting the bigger man.

"Eyes on me, Aiden." He ordered, watching Aiden do as he was told. "I find myself very annoyed at your insistence to play with me." Aiden raised an eyebrow at this. What in the world had this kid come up with while he was staring at his ass? The boy looked somewhat victimized, like he was the one who needed saving. Despite Aiden's clear confusion, Badru continued. "Really, I hate to think that I am to remain this way with you. I am not one to let such things go on when I am at risk of danger. I know this might come as a shock to you but I am the fair person, despite my position."

Aiden was officially lost. What the flying fuck was this kid going on about? And he was going on still. Something about indignities and convenience and stuff he couldn't follow. Despite understanding him, Aiden couldn't understand a word this kid was saying. He thought that Badru might be complaining about being touched by him before but even on that line of logic, his words made little to no sense. Just when he was about to ask what the hell he had done, Badru said something that changed things.

"That's why, I've decided it would be best that you and I speak a mutual language. I have thought about this long and hard and have come up with a genius plan." He said, smiling at Aiden, like he'd just learned how the heavens worked and wished to share his secrets. "I order you to learn how to speak and read my entire language."

That's when the flames came. Not psychical flames but the sensation was the same. It was as if someone had set his head on fire. He clutched onto his skull, willing himself not to scream from the pain. He collapsed onto his knees, sweat pouring off his forehead as he curled up into a ball. He thought he heard Badru coming closer but couldn't tell from that loud ringing going off in his head. What was screaming?!

"Aiden?!" He swore he heard Badru calling him as the burning exploded in his head. It happened in such a way that the pain made him roar with agony. His vision started to blur, even as he struggled to stay awake. His last sight was Badru, looking down at him with concern and panic.

His last thought was, what the fuck did you do to me!?, before darkness captured him.