Justin's gaze was challenging as he watched Brian's steady approach. He could easily read the anger on the Sultan's face. Even knowing that it wasn't directed at him this time, didn't make him feel comforted. Regardless of that, this night had been filled with confusion; he wasn't about to let the clearly irritated Sultan off the hook just because he was in a state of unexplained rage. "Okay, we're alone now. Will you please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Brian advanced closer, his eyes trailing over Justin's bare chest as he watched the blond sitting back on the bed, his body propped up by the thick pillows that adorned it. "I find I have a difficult time concentrating when you are poised so invitingly in my bed; however... I will try."

"Please do..." Justin requested, while affecting his most bored tone. "What the fuck was wrong with Brandon?"

Moving forward, Brian took a seat at the end of the bed, mindful to distance himself from his blond. He never trusted close proximity with this man when he needed to have a meaningful conversation with him, and he realized Justin needed his personal space right now. "It's a very complicated story, and I will tell you everything; however, what I'm going to tell you, cannot leave this room." Brian didn't add that Justin wouldn't be returning to the harem in the immediate future, therefore rendering him incapable of speaking of these events to the others, but he'd find that out soon enough as well.

"Fine, whatever..." Justin muttered, thinking that wasn't much of a problem. For the most part, he kept to himself in those quarters. After Brandon's behavior tonight, he thought that would only be more the case now.

"Brandon was the unfortunate victim of hypnosis. He was maliciously being used to create a wedge between the two of us, and to take something of value from me." Brian's eyes were wild as he thought of how close Michael's victory had been. Even knowing what Brandon had experienced, hadn't curbed his jealousy. All he could see was Brandon poised over Justin, his intention to claim what belonged to him - and him alone. Right now, he didn't even want to look at the slave that had long been his favorite. Those feelings filled him with guilt, yet... not enough that he could change how he felt, or how he would act in response.

"Hypnosis? Who would do that... or even have the capability?" Justin asked, immediately finding such an idea beyond ludicrous.

"A crazed man that should be dead now..." Brian hissed, the rage he felt now dripping from his voice like the most acidic of poison. "The man is obsessed with me, yet also wants to destroy me." Brian's eyes slid to Justin's attentive expression, revealing much in his smoldering gaze that on the surface looked like rage, but still transmitted the lust that was so overwhelming for this one man. This man did something to him that was unlike anything he had ever felt with another. Even an insipid fool like Michael had seen it. Until Michael's head was cleared from all knowledge of his hypnosis skills - Justin needed to be viewed as a target.

"Hmph..." Justin snorted. "Perhaps you shouldn't try so hard to control people's lives..."

Brian's nostrils flared. The boy was choosing the absolute worst time to challenge him. Something he might soon discover - if he didn't desist. "I caution you to mind your tongue. My temper is far from controlled at the moment."

Justin's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Are you ever controlled, Almighty One? I mean - really?"

"I can be more tempered... that is, when people behave reasonably..."

"Reasonable to your way of thinking," Justin needlessly observed.

A blank look appeared on Brian's face. The boy was stating the obvious... and this discussion was progressing nowhere. He needed to move things along. Michael would not dominate what remained of this night. He would get his hands on his blond yet again tonight. Nothing else was acceptable to him. "Of course. What else could possibly matter?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Okay... so tell me what this has to do with me. Why did this man decide to focus on me?"

Brian's eyes darkened as they swept over Justin, his eyes hungry on the bare chest exposed. It was difficult to process every word the blond spoke when all he wanted to do was run his tongue over each section of exposed flesh... and in the process reveal the rest of his perfect body to him - and possess every single inch. His voice was guttural when he spoke, "Because even a mindless fool like Michael knew where to attack me. That's my fault for making my desire for you so plain for all to see."

Forcing his eyes away from the renewed hunger in Brian's eyes, Justin responded, "Michael... So, not a member of the harem."

"Certainly not!" Brian huffed in near outrage. "My slaves would never act so inappropriately."

Justin arched his brow. "It appears that one did tonight."

"Good point; however... that wasn't Brandon's fault." Brian's gaze became heavy-lidded, his eyes moving over the sheet that covered his beautiful, and extremely accessible blond... discussing the irritation of Michael becoming increasingly more difficult. "I think Michael has disrupted my feast long enough." Brian's eyes swept over Justin's barely concealed body, his penetrating hazel eyes absorbing the flush that immediately befell the hot blond. "I believe it's time to pick up where we left off..."

"You are amazing." Justin shook his head in disbelief. "How can you switch directions so quickly? So effortlessly, you forget the chaos this Michael is supposedly causing?"

Brian moved closer, his hand slowly pulling the sheet away from Justin's body... the flush that now spread across Justin's skin, telling him the blond wanted this just as badly as he did. Finally, he was going to claim him. Nothing could possibly stop him now. "I forget nothing! There isn't anything more that can be done about Michael tonight. He is in my prison, and being watched constantly. I have a specialist coming that will handle the finer details. Until then, you will be under my very watchful eye - morning, noon, and night."

He wasn't returning to the harem? Was that what the arrogant Sultan was trying to tell him? He cursed his disloyal cock for responding to that bit of news. His mind still wanted to rebel... but his body had become utterly weakened. Would it always be like that with this man? "I- I don't get why I have to stay here. If this man is incarcerated now, there shouldn't be any further risk. Unless... I'm missing something."

Brian sighed. Obviously, the hot-headed little blond insisted on knowing every last detail before they could progress. He had hoped to avoid too much of that. Saying why Justin's protection was so important revealed a bit more than he wanted - more than he felt comfortable expressing in his position as ruler. "Justin, I have no way of knowing - at this point - of how many men Michael has hypnotized. Until I do, you are a target for him getting to me. I have to keep you away from any possible attempts."

"I just don't get it. Why am I that much more of a target than any other member of your harem? I would think that Brandon was the most logical one to use to create havoc and dissension." What wasn't Brian telling him? Was there some hidden danger that the controlling Sultan didn't want to reveal? He wondered if he would even get the full story. And if he didn't get that information from Brian himself, he knew it wouldn't be forthcoming elsewhere.

"You can't possibly be that naïve. My interest in you is above and beyond what is normal - at least, concerning me. Michael was in America when I met and subsequently brought you here." At Justin's look of confusion, he clarified, "Michael is... was, Ben's partner. That being the case, he had the vantage point of seeing much that goes on in my life. Apparently, he used that to his advantage."

"Why does Michael hate you so much?" Justin asked, wondering if the abhorred Michael was one of Brian's ex-lovers. It was hard to imagine, though. Already, he had discovered so much about the not-so uncaring Sultan. He cared deeply about Ben. It was unfathomable to him that Brian would hurt Ben in that manner.

"He's crazy - pure and simple!" Brian felt the rage sweltering in him again. It wasn't simply about what Michael had tried to perpetrate against him. He could handle the Michael Novotny's of this world. What angered him most, was how his behavior had destroyed one of the best men he had ever known. He wasn't sure Ben would ever recover from this - and now, he was faced with the dilemma of how much to tell him. In light of everything, he wasn't certain he should continue holding all of Michael's deceit from his lover. However, what point did it serve now? Their relationship was over. He knew nothing would be salvaged from it now. Perhaps that devastating betrayal was best left unknown. "Michael has always professed to hate the life I live... yet, his actions haven't always indicated total contempt."

Justin reached for his covering that Brian had slightly pulled away, hoping he could get a better understanding of both Brian and his situation before things progressed further. Realizing how quickly the Sultan succumbed to lust, he doubted he would have very much time. "What did he do?"

Brian shuddered in remembrance. "One night when Ben was away, Michael approached me. He attempted to entice me into using him for the night as I would one of my slaves. My rejection merely fueled his hatred."

A slight smile curved Justin's lips. For some reason, he was glad to have been right about Brian's honor toward his employee... and without a doubt, his good friend. Things weren't always as they seemed with the domineering Sultan. It amazed him how much he continued to learn. "So... it sounds to me as if Michael was obsessed with you, and he was using his relationship with Ben to get closer to you."

"Exactly," Brian hissed. "I utterly loathe him. As much as I don't like the pain Ben is now suffering; I know he will be much better off in the end."

"One more question..." Justin began. "I realize that Ben knows about the hypnosis, but does he know about Michael coming on to you?"

"No!" he snarled vehemently. "I'm not sure I ever want him to know. At the time, I knew it would devastate him... so, I kept it to myself. Perhaps I was wrong and Michael could have been gone sooner had I told him, but it was something I found myself unable to do."

Justin couldn't help but admire Brian's honesty, and his devotion to his most trusted guard. It really said a lot about this man that wasn't nearly as cold-hearted as he tried to appear. "No. I think you did the right thing. Someone, as twisted as Michael, would have only used your words against you. Fate always works things out - in the end."

Slowly, Brian lowered the zipper on his jeans, and pushed them over his hips; his eyes remaining watchful on Justin's attentive expression throughout the process. He was a man of his word... he wouldn't force things with his new slave; however, he wasn't about to give up on this night, either. He wanted the boy too fucking much. There were so many tools to utilize in his arsenal, but rarely were they necessary. In Justin's case, he found he didn't mind. The chase was a thrilling part of the ultimate victory. He had a feeling that Justin's surrender would be worth any frustration or means in reaching it. Perhaps a bit of seduction here was in order. He wouldn't mind that at all. "I think that's enough about Michael and Ben for tonight. I'm much more interested in you."

"W-what did you have in mind?" Justin asked, once again - immediately overtaken by the need in Brian's voice. It was amazing, and an irritant that Brian could so effortlessly arouse him. He didn't even have to touch him. Those intense 'I need to fuck you' eyes, and that voice dripping with pure, unadulterated sex, made his cock jump in response. What would he do when Brian really touched him?

Brian growled. Once more, his hand reached out and ripped the offending sheet from Justin's body. His eyes devoured the skin exposed. He licked his lips in anticipation of the discoveries soon to come. At this moment, he was uncertain of how far Justin was prepared to go, but as his eyes lifted to meet the answering heat in beautiful blue eyes, Brian knew they wanted the same thing. "Before we were interrupted, I think I told you what I wanted to do to you." Brian began to stroke his hand down Justin's chest, his fingers toying with the nipples that instantly showed an encouraging response. "Do I need to remind you?"

Justin shook his head. No matter how much had transpired since then... those words were hard to forget. Hoping he wasn't expected to repeat them, uncertain if he could even form the words right now, Justin croaked, "N-no... I remember."

"Very good..." Brian purred, his hand reaching to remove the only item of clothing covering Justin. "Roll over. I've never wanted to eat an ass like I do yours..."

Unable to understand why he was being so compliant, Justin rolled over, his head turned on its side on the pillow, an excitement that was due to anticipation causing him to squirm. He looked over his shoulder to see Brian moving into position, the hazel eyes smoldering even more at the sight of his ass... and his nervous movements. He wanted to tell Brian this would be a first for him... yet, he wasn't sure he wanted to divulge that much information. His inexperience already set him apart from every other man in the harem. Whether he spoke of it or not, Justin had the feeling Brian's vast knowledge of men would soon make that more than clear.

Brian's hand reached out and almost reverently stroked the mounds of Justin's ass. In his mind, he had never seen an ass fashioned as mouth-watering and tempting as the one before him now. In the back of his mind, he feared he would never have enough of this man. He didn't worry about it much, though. Justin was his now. He would be here for as long as he willed him to be. Brian didn't doubt that it would be for a very long time. "Perfect..." he rasped. "So incredibly perfect."

Justin moaned when he felt Brian's lips on the base of his spine, intuitively knowing his mouth wouldn't be there for long. His hands reached for the rails at the top of the bed; there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would need to hold on at some point. As he felt Brian's tongue sinuously sliding down the crack of his ass, he realized that moment had already arrived. "Fuckkkkk." Justin couldn't help moaning aloud when Brian's hands began to pull apart his ass cheeks, and his tongue sliding unheeded inside. Nothing should feel this fucking good, he thought.

His cock began to throb unbearably as it thrust against the back of Justin's legs, his mouth going to work at the pleasurable task of eating Justin's ass. He tasted as good as he'd known he would. His first meal of this delicacy would be one to remember... and one he intended to enjoy - over and over again. Justin's breathless moans told him all he needed to know; in fact, they spurred him on even more. There was one irrefutable fact now. He fucking had him now. Justin wouldn't be able to forget this pleasure - nor would he allow it. The boy was his to take now - completely. He didn't intend on slowing the pace now.

Breathing quickly became next to impossible, his teeth bit into his lower lip to still the moans. It wasn't enough. He couldn't hide how Brian now made him feel. He wanted him... more than that - he needed him. "B-Brian... p-please."

Brian slid his hands to clench around Justin's hips, in one motion jerking him back to receive the full thrust of his tongue. He wasn't pulling back to respond... nor would he relent in his possession. Talking would be saved for later. Now, all he wanted was to drive his blond wild with desire, taking him to the point where he was mindless to everything but him. Brian became relentless as he sought and captured Justin's sweet point of pleasure. The boy was his... and his alone. He would understand that even more now.

Removing one of his hands from the rail, Justin reached underneath to grab for his cock. He couldn't stand the torture any longer. A groan emitted when Brian swatted his hand away. If in a clear mind, he would have expected that. Brian was a man who demanded complete control. He wouldn't want Justin coming from his own hand. Justin began to pant and writhe as Brian's immensely talented mouth went to work at owning his ass. Even in his near rapturous state, Justin knew that was exactly what Brian was trying to do. For now, he had surely lost the war. Brian had complete control of him. There wasn't anything he could do to stop him.

He pulled on Justin's hips... sucking and licking at the sweet pucker, his own dick leaking as he felt the trembling in Justin that signaled a swiftly approaching orgasm. That was exactly what he wanted. Justin needed to relinquish control to him. It was the only way he could ever fully possess such a will that carried such strength. He didn't want to break the boy. Doing so would change him too much. The rebellious side of Justin's nature, filled him with a savage desire to hunt and own. He loved that feeling. At least, he did with this man. Brian pulled his mouth free long enough to command, "Let it go, Justin. Give in and come for me - NOW...."

Justin's pants became far more audible, his hips humping into the bed as Brian continued his deep, intensive discovery. He was completely under Brian's control. And right now, he couldn't care less. All that mattered was this moment, and how this man made him feel. The rest failed to exist in the here and now.

In a slow, agonizing motion, Brian removed his mouth from the temptation and sweetness of Justin's ass. He couldn't wait to taste him again; however, he would force himself to do so. His mind was more intent on acquiring the main course. He intended to do that within moments. Brian's body and lips trailed upwards; he didn't stop until his breath was stirring the back of Justin's neck... his cock straining to find release. Placing his lips hotly against Justin's neck, Brian growled, "Now... you truly are mine."

Placing his face into the pillow, a slight whimper escaped. It was undeniable now. He was the Sultan's possession. Only fate or the man that held so tightly to him could alter that. For some reason, he didn't foresee either happening anytime soon.

TBC