Rootless Tree

Part 4

Shi was embroidered with a unique appeal. His appearance and manner was that of mystery and lure. Amar could not deny his physical attraction to him; he could try to reject his affection but instead always found in need of it in these dark moments of depression. They always seemed to give him what he felt was missing. He loved him in a way he himself did not understand. Often he was unsure if it was love or lust, a cruel line he felt he stood on often pushing the bounds between the two. Love and lust; both seemed like plagues infecting him with guilty pleasures and untamed emotions. While Shi was his servant he often felt he was more slave to Shi then Shi was to him.

They had been inseparable from a very young age; two very different souls from different worlds. Amar privileged and of title while Shi came from nothing, without even a family name to call his own. Orphaned to a world he felt a stranger in. From their first meeting Amar easily saw past Shi’s ragged clothes and dirt stained skin. He smiled at the Prince; his eyes flickering like two pink gemstones buried in a coal mine. He was captivated even as a small boy and from that day on, time would unravel a twisted bond fused with passion, madness, and murder. Amar had given Shi anything he wanted or needed, elevating him to a place that Amar had lived within since birth.

They lay in the large feather stuffed mattress that sat a top of an elegantly carved mahogany bed frame. The posts were carved into the shape of the female body, arms bound above their heads holding up the silk canopy, as their hair was long and pulled back taught, flowing down just to rest on the top of perfectly rounded buttocks that seemed to seamlessly turn into their long and slender legs, where one was crossed over the other, barely hiding their delicate flowers as they faded into the frame the mattress and pillows sat on. Their breasts were as immaculate as their frame, intricately crafted to mimic a flawless lover, a goddess. Their lips plump and pulled into the most alluring position, as if at any moment they would whisper to Amar all the things they wished for him to do to them. All the ways they wanted to be touched and ravaged. Bound little dolls for him to have his way with. Their eyes however, were empty and Amar at times sought peace in the blank stare; no anger or resentment in them. No doubt or sadness. Nothing but what he wanted to imagine lay behind them. That was, nights other than tonight. Tonight there would be no peace.

He lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the shadows moved and slithered about the darkness that the flickering candles cast upon the room. Shi was curled tightly against him, his stomach pressing in and out from the prince's ribs as his servant slept, his face upon Amar’s chest. A smirk made a home upon his lips as he slept there. His small but toned arm lay across Amar’s abdomen and seemed to be holding him, preventing escape dare he attempt it, his nails curling inward, pressing into the prince's side as a light reminder that his servant really was more in charge then he himself was when it came to such matters. Amar quivered to the touch with a subtle fidget that caused Shi to curl closer, wrapping his leg underneath so they were intertwined.

He twisted the strands of Shi’s hair through his fingers, guilty of pretending they were curls of Ofelia’s. His eyes absently replayed the memories recently made with Shi in heated passion but his face was replaced with hers as the movie played within his mind. He reminisced on the sound of her giggle as he pinned her to the bed, his moan as her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in closer to the warmth between her thighs. The scent of her sex teasing and taunting him to come play, to come indulge. He would push her wrist to the sheets and press himself against her dominantly just to feel her submit and surrender to his will. They would toss and tangle in the sheets; wrestling playfully and fighting to take the power position. Her nails would rake down his skin leaving red welts and indentations as he trailed a series of hard erotic bites along the length of her neck, causing her to arch and squirm beneath him.