Emir/Ivan Part 57
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“Kanat.” Emir said, frozen in place.
“You want me still, don’t you?” Kanat said. “You can tell me here, in your own room. No one needs to know.”
Emir couldn’t speak. Everything felt blurred and dreamlike. He stepped back.
“It’s alright,” Kanat said, voice soft. “I understand you must be shy of your deformities. But sweet boy, I remember how you used to be. So handsome. When I look at you I can still picture you the way you were. How many people could do the same?”
Emir looked at Kanat, just as charming and good-looking in person as he’d been in all Emir’s imaginings over the years. But his attempt at seduction did not feel real.
His smile does not reach his eyes, Emir thought. Why had he never noticed this before? And – the realisation hit hard - there was a calculated cruelty to his words. Where was the man he had idolised for so long?
“What is it to be, Prince Emir?” Kanat said. Without waiting for an answer, he took a firm hold of Emir’s waist and dipped his head as though to kiss him. Emir turned his face away. No.
Kanat made a sound of exasperation and this at last ignited a burst of anger within Emir.
“Let go of me,” he said, and his voice came out stronger than he expected.
“Oh, stop it,” Kanat said with a disbelieving laugh, stepping back. “You’ve been begging for this from me with every look we have ever exchanged.”
“That is not true, and even if it was, I don’t want it now,” Emir said. In his gut he knew there was nothing in this seduction, it was a sham. Kanat did not truly want him. There was no thwarted desire in his face, only an expression Emir could not quite decipher. Triumph? Scorn, certainly.
So what did he want? Just to toy with him? To set the Court gossiping again? It seemed too petty.
“So that’s it?” Kanat said, continuing his pose as a rejected lover. “I’m dismissed? You toy with me for weeks before the whole Court and now I am to be discarded like some shit on your shoe? I begin to think you were not quite so innocent in the incidence of my last banishment.”
Emir was sick of thinking about Kanat’s last banishment. “That was as much your fault as mine, and I am tired of apologising for it. And it changes nothing tonight. Please leave.”
Kanat shook his head slowly, a nasty smile still on his lips. “Gods in heaven. You’re cold as ice,” he said. “Is that what has turned your husband away from you? Someone as fiery as Prince Ivan trying to fuck a block of stone, can’t have gone well.”
“Why did you come to my rooms, Kanat?” Emir snapped, losing the remains of the hold he had on his temper.
“For you,” he said smoothly.
“Stop lying,” Emir said. “I cannot trust a single word that comes from your mouth!”
Kanat looked at him with such contempt that Emir wondered then how he had ever, ever wanted this man.
“To think I hoped you would be an asset to the Altuem people, here in the heart of Eresenia,” Kanat said, face dark with anger. “I gave you chance after chance. But you care for nothing but your cosseted life here among these parasites and let your slut of a husband humiliate you daily to hold onto it. Well, enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Get out,” Emir said with disgust.
“With pleasure,” Kanat said. He looked Emir up and down. “I doubt I would have got hard for you anyway,” he said. “Once I saw you.”
Throwing his drink down across Emir’s paper-strewn desk, he turned and left.
Emir crossed the room and slammed the door as hard as he could, before sliding to the floor behind it and burying his face in his hands.
Part 58
“Kanat.” Emir said, frozen in place.
“You want me still, don’t you?” Kanat said. “You can tell me here, in your own room. No one needs to know.”
Emir couldn’t speak. Everything felt blurred and dreamlike. He stepped back.
“It’s alright,” Kanat said, voice soft. “I understand you must be shy of your deformities. But sweet boy, I remember how you used to be. So handsome. When I look at you I can still picture you the way you were. How many people could do the same?”
Emir looked at Kanat, just as charming and good-looking in person as he’d been in all Emir’s imaginings over the years. But his attempt at seduction did not feel real.
His smile does not reach his eyes, Emir thought. Why had he never noticed this before? And – the realisation hit hard - there was a calculated cruelty to his words. Where was the man he had idolised for so long?
“What is it to be, Prince Emir?” Kanat said. Without waiting for an answer, he took a firm hold of Emir’s waist and dipped his head as though to kiss him. Emir turned his face away. No.
Kanat made a sound of exasperation and this at last ignited a burst of anger within Emir.
“Let go of me,” he said, and his voice came out stronger than he expected.
“Oh, stop it,” Kanat said with a disbelieving laugh, stepping back. “You’ve been begging for this from me with every look we have ever exchanged.”
“That is not true, and even if it was, I don’t want it now,” Emir said. In his gut he knew there was nothing in this seduction, it was a sham. Kanat did not truly want him. There was no thwarted desire in his face, only an expression Emir could not quite decipher. Triumph? Scorn, certainly.
So what did he want? Just to toy with him? To set the Court gossiping again? It seemed too petty.
“So that’s it?” Kanat said, continuing his pose as a rejected lover. “I’m dismissed? You toy with me for weeks before the whole Court and now I am to be discarded like some shit on your shoe? I begin to think you were not quite so innocent in the incidence of my last banishment.”
Emir was sick of thinking about Kanat’s last banishment. “That was as much your fault as mine, and I am tired of apologising for it. And it changes nothing tonight. Please leave.”
Kanat shook his head slowly, a nasty smile still on his lips. “Gods in heaven. You’re cold as ice,” he said. “Is that what has turned your husband away from you? Someone as fiery as Prince Ivan trying to fuck a block of stone, can’t have gone well.”
“Why did you come to my rooms, Kanat?” Emir snapped, losing the remains of the hold he had on his temper.
“For you,” he said smoothly.
“Stop lying,” Emir said. “I cannot trust a single word that comes from your mouth!”
Kanat looked at him with such contempt that Emir wondered then how he had ever, ever wanted this man.
“To think I hoped you would be an asset to the Altuem people, here in the heart of Eresenia,” Kanat said, face dark with anger. “I gave you chance after chance. But you care for nothing but your cosseted life here among these parasites and let your slut of a husband humiliate you daily to hold onto it. Well, enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Get out,” Emir said with disgust.
“With pleasure,” Kanat said. He looked Emir up and down. “I doubt I would have got hard for you anyway,” he said. “Once I saw you.”
Throwing his drink down across Emir’s paper-strewn desk, he turned and left.
Emir crossed the room and slammed the door as hard as he could, before sliding to the floor behind it and burying his face in his hands.
Part 58
