Drabble post
Jul. 12th, 2006 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rahmiFandom: One Thousand and One Nights
Characters: Shahryar
Pairings: Creepy Shahryar/Sehara
Drabble 7: Hide
He wonders how much punishment he can heap on this boy before the boy tries to strike back. He wants to break him, wants to see him beg and scream and shriek in rage, and each time it doesn't happen he's driven to more and more extremes.
He threatened to kill the boy the first time and waited for the inevitable tears as he begged for his life, as all the others had done before him. He waited for the rage and the horror to set in at the sight of the axe, for that pretty face to be ravaged by tears and terror, and instead he got a half-smile and honest eyes asking to tell him a story.
He hit the boy next, sent his whip into unmarked flesh and waited for the screams of pain to begin. He waited for the sobs and the pleas, for the boy to say something that would change his mind about sparing him, and instead he got quiet moans and cold lips touching his feet.
He uses his hands on the boy after that, trying to draw out with pleasure what he had wanted to find with pain. He waits for the boy to try to pull away, for denial of something his Sultan asks of him, and instead he gets a flushed face, absurdly perfect as the boy climaxes into his sheets. For one absurd minute, he wants to touch this boy, wants to run his hands along shivering shoulders and dig his fingers into tender welts.
He's glad that he's already sent for the girl, when the boy only blushes and looks away from him afterwards, still so very whole. He'll get what he wants, eventually; if his body and his mind cannot be broken, perhaps he can break this boy's heart instead.
Characters: Shahryar
Pairings: Creepy Shahryar/Sehara
Drabble 7: Hide
He wonders how much punishment he can heap on this boy before the boy tries to strike back. He wants to break him, wants to see him beg and scream and shriek in rage, and each time it doesn't happen he's driven to more and more extremes.
He threatened to kill the boy the first time and waited for the inevitable tears as he begged for his life, as all the others had done before him. He waited for the rage and the horror to set in at the sight of the axe, for that pretty face to be ravaged by tears and terror, and instead he got a half-smile and honest eyes asking to tell him a story.
He hit the boy next, sent his whip into unmarked flesh and waited for the screams of pain to begin. He waited for the sobs and the pleas, for the boy to say something that would change his mind about sparing him, and instead he got quiet moans and cold lips touching his feet.
He uses his hands on the boy after that, trying to draw out with pleasure what he had wanted to find with pain. He waits for the boy to try to pull away, for denial of something his Sultan asks of him, and instead he gets a flushed face, absurdly perfect as the boy climaxes into his sheets. For one absurd minute, he wants to touch this boy, wants to run his hands along shivering shoulders and dig his fingers into tender welts.
He's glad that he's already sent for the girl, when the boy only blushes and looks away from him afterwards, still so very whole. He'll get what he wants, eventually; if his body and his mind cannot be broken, perhaps he can break this boy's heart instead.
