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Title: The Lion Roars
Author: Heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: Kingdom of Heaven, Nasir/Balian, Nasir/Saladin
Rating: R
Warning: It occurs to me that the relationship I’ve woven between Saladin and Nasir could be considered kinky, although I hardly think they would categorise it as such. Definitely a master/servant, or at least master/apprentice power dynamic.
Disclaimer: Has nothing to do with historical anything, and is only vaguely based on characters in a movie that has only some things to do with historical anything. But you’re free to picture events using whatever inspiration you desire.
The Lion Roars
“Why did you not tell me?”
Saladin’s face was dark with anger. Nasir bowed his head, unable to fully understand the cause of his master’s ire.
His lord had looked calm on the field. Saladin had conducted his negotiations smoothly, without incident, and was even smiling when he reached the front ranks of his men. That mood had changed suddenly when he reached his tent, and by the time Nasir had been ushered in by a cowering servant, Saladin was fuming, the water jug was broken and Saladin’s helmet lay overturned on the floor.
“Why did you let me walk out there without warning?”
“My lord, I told you everything,” Nasir said, and it was true. He had revealed every detail to Saladin, every breath and sigh had been detailed and demonstrated.
Saladin spun around to face Nasir’s kneeling form. “Do not lie! You told me what happened between the two of you, but you did not tell me all. You did not warn me that he looks… like that.”
“I believe I did say he is beautiful, my lord.”
Saladin’s laugh was slow and bitter. “Beautiful,” he spat out. “Beautiful? You think beautiful is an adequate word?”
Nasir bowed his head further.
“You thought I could gaze upon him and wish to merely negotiate?”
“I thought you would… I knew you would desire him when you looked upon him, but I thought your desire for Jerusalem would be greater. You would not have believed me if I’d told you of it, so I merely said he was beautiful.”
“Beautiful,” Saladin muttered.
“Surely, you can take what you wish of him. He is at your mercy.”
Saladin threw himself into a chair, with his limbs sprawled most uncharacteristically. “I have completed negotiations,” he said dejectedly. “It is too late.”
Nasir approached cautiously. “Surely there are arrangements to be made, and more to be discussed.”
“Nothing. Nothing that is not your responsibility. It would not be seemly for me to take too close a hand in the arrangements; they are petty compared to the making of the accord.”
Nasir, now close enough to make the gesture worthwhile, sank all the way to the floor. “I could find something for you, a problem to be resolved, an obstacle perhaps.”
Saladin lifted heavy eyelids to stare into Nasir’s dark eyes. “You would do that for me?”
“I would do whatever you desire, my lord.”
Saladin sat upright. “You would arrange a… tryst?”
Nasir gave a small smile. It was risky, to smile, but it would be worth the risk if Saladin were able to read the affection in it. “I would not call it a tryst, my lord. Balian has a will of his own. It would be an… opportunity.”
Saladin nodded. “True. He is of a wilful nature. It will be a challenge.”
“I am certain, though, that if anyone could meet the challenge, it would be you.”
Saladin reached out and tugged at Nasir’s head wrap. “You indulge me, my pet. Indulge me and flatter me.” Once the material fell to the floor, Saladin sank his hand into the soft, thick hair. “I appreciate your efforts.”
Nasir tilted his head back and closed his eyes. “And I appreciate your appreciation,” he murmured.
“How would one approach this Balian?” Saladin asked, toying with Nasir’s hair almost idly.
Nasir smiled. Saladin’s voice was thick, his fingers hot on Nasir’s scalp. It was time to play, to release the tension that had built over the course of the siege, and to prepare Saladin for his next meeting with Balian. Saladin needed to be relaxed, and also to be sure of his tactics if he was to remain in control. He needed to practice.
“I would approach with caution, my lord. Much as you approached him on the battlefield. With firmness, but with prudence.”
“As one approaches a wild stallion?”
“Not wild, my lord. Unruly. Spirited. But not wild. He knows what it is to be tethered.”
“He dislikes it.”
“I believe he dislikes permanence. He requires alternatives. There must always be a way out.”
“Defensive?”
“Protective of himself.”
Saladin bent down and rubbed his cheek against Nasir’s hair. “Does it not trouble you?”
Nasir opened his eyes. “Trouble, my lord?”
“The thought of me with your beautiful Balian.”
Nasir rubbed his head against Saladin’s long fingers. “It is not by place to be troubled, but even if I were, any anxiety would be unfounded. I am yours forever, my lord. No infidel can come between us. A tryst, as you call it, would be no threat.”
“You are too diplomatic, Nasir.”
“I had a good teacher.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
Nasir lay his cheek on Saladin’s knee. “If you wish to expend a portion of your prodigious energy on a beautiful young man, I have no right to be fretful. I know you will return to the one you trust. I feel your hand in my hair, possessive and strong. That is all I need or desire.”
Saladin took the time to run his fingers through that hair several times. He traced his fingers over Nasir’s sun-darkened cheek. “You avoid my meaning, Nasir. How like you. Perhaps I should re-phrase the question.”
Nasir stopped rubbing his cheek against Saladin’s thigh. There was something dangerous in Saladin’s voice, an edge that felt like fingernails trailing up Nasir’s spine.
“What does it make you feel,” Saladin continued in that low, rolling voice, “to think of me alone with your Balian.”
“That would depend upon what you were doing,” Nasir cleared his throat, “while you were alone.”
Saladin walked his fingers across Nasir’s shoulder, slid them under Nasir’s chin, tilted his face up. “This,” he said simply.
Nasir let his lips be forced open by a hot slick tongue.
His lord kissed him deeply and fully. Nasir let his body sway into the kiss, let the tent swirl around him, let the breath rush out of his lungs.
Saladin caught Nasir’s arm and held him upright. “If Balian responds as you do, I shall have an interesting tryst indeed.”
“My lord?”
Saladin brushed Nasir’s hair off his face. “You are light-headed, my pet?”
Nasir only nodded and sighed his relief when Saladin lowered him to the thick rug. The air was not as warm at ground level, until Saladin stretched his limbs out and joined him on the rug, looming above Nasir’s prostrate form. The heat returned.
“I am not accustomed to this sort of reaction from you,” Saladin said, amused.
“I am not accustomed to imagining you doing that to Balian, my lord,” Nasir excused himself.
“That was not a complaint.” Saladin leaned close and kissed Nasir’s forehead. “The thought of Balian doing that with anyone might make any man dizzy for a moment, let alone a man as overburdened as you. You are already overwhelmed.”
Nasir struggled to rise, but Saladin pushed him back down.
“This campaign has been difficult for you. You are a peacemaker, not a warrior. I do not see that as a weakness; it is an asset to my army. Men willing to kill are easy to find; men who truly seek peace are rare. You are stronger than Mullah, stronger than those straining at the front line.”
“Not stronger than you,” Nasir murmured.
Saladin smiled, a wide, genuine smile that made his eyes brighten. “True. But no one is.”
Nasir nodded contentedly. He was lying on the ground, beneath the strongest warrior in the land, and Saladin was looking down at him with fire and hunger glittering in his eyes. All thoughts of Balian fled. Until Saladin mentioned the knight again.
“So, my pet, once I have Balian alone, and kiss him like that, how will he respond?”
Nasir arched under the trail Saladin’s fingers traced across his chest. “After a kiss such as that, if you ask, he will give freely.”
“You mean ‘order’, do you not?”
“No, my lord. If you order, he will obey, but you will not be satisfied. You want him to give freely, and he will, not only because it will help his people, but because you are irresistible.”
“I can only hope,” Saladin murmured and bent to lick the smooth skin of Nasir’s chest. He pushed Nasir’s robe aside and circle a brown nipple with his stiffened tongue.
Nasir whimpered. “If you do that, you will not have to ask. He will beg you to take him.”
Saladin made a noise of approval and stripped the rest of Nasir’s robe from his body. He plucked a nipple with the fingers of one hand, while the other hand flitted over Nasir’s swollen cock.
“Please…” Nasir sighed.
Saladin stroked his fingertips over the silken skin, with enough pressure to pull the skin tight along the hard shaft. “You can beg with more eloquence than that, Nasir.”
But Nasir could not. He could only moan helplessly and spread his legs in wordless offering.
Evidently, this was not good enough to satisfy Saladin. He pressed his body between Nasir’s legs and opened enough of his own clothing to unleash his straining member. “Try again, my pet.” He rubbed himself across Nasir’s hardness. “What is it you feel?”
Nasir moaned. He knew Saladin could outlast anyone in a siege. There would be no relief until he submitted fully. “I feel empty, my lord. Empty without you inside me. I beg of you, fill me with your strength, your power, and your seed.”
“Better,” Saladin said with a wicked smile. “Perhaps you should give Balian a lesson…”
Nasir froze mid-writhe. “You wish me to… join you?”
Saladin reached for a flask of olive oil. “Balian is familiar with you. Your presence might put him at ease. And if you react in this manner to the mere thought of my lips on his, I think I am most anxious to witness your response to the real thing.”
Nasir could not reply. His voice caught in his throat as two slick fingers plunged inside.
“It would be less suspect if my faithful advisor and loyal aide accompanied me to this meeting…”
Nasir groaned.
“There could be unforeseen issues…”
Nasir felt himself stretch open, wider, wider, to accommodate his master’s girth.
“You may be called upon to help with negotiations.”
Nasir’s head whirled.
“Ease the way…” Saladin gasped.
“Oh, yes, yes…” Nasir moaned. “Let me ease the way.” The thought of preparing Balian for Saladin, of his fingers sliding inside Balian’s body, nearly undid him. He could picture the look of shock it would produce – Balian’s mouth open in a small circle, his eyes wide, brow furrowed. Balian would not question it. He would submit, cautiously, saving the option of refusal for dire circumstances.
Balian might consider this position dire. Even Nasir, with all his experience, found the exquisite stretch almost too much to bear. Nasir would have to orchestrate the events with care, so nothing would cause enough pain to cause Balian to bolt.
He would make sure Balian was adequately prepared.
Saladin bent his body over Nasir’s, bit his shoulder, read his mind. “Ah, yes, you will prepare Balian for me as I watch.”
Nasir shuddered all over and cried out desperately. “If it is your will!”
“My will,” Saladin growled and thrust fully inside. “I will watch and you will not disappoint me. You never do.”
Saladin’s hand between their bodies proved Nasir’s undoing. Saladin followed swiftly and eagerly.
The time for play was over. They would wash and dress. There would be prayers for the dead and, after night fell, a victory feast. In the morning, Nasir would oversee the confiscation of arms, and in the course of this duty he would find his reason to arrange a meeting with Balian. Saladin would review his army, meet with his advisors, survey his domain, bide his time.
Tonight, they would sleep the sleep of the victorious; tomorrow, they would have something new to conquer.
Concluded in The Stallion Rides
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