Crossing the Line (For dablackstallion)

[Kaido]

In a far away kingdom that lays in the desert. Known for their wonderful culture, rugs, and fabulous jewelry. There was a king with many wives. Along with sons and daughters. Living in a rather large palace. Able to five more then a hundred people. They lived luxurious lives. Having nothing to complain about. Expect for one out of seven of the princes. Who found this life style a little boring.

His name is Marid, the youngest of the princes. He was nineteen years old. With a long slender body. Standing at five feet and eight inches. Mid length charcoal black hair. Sparkling amber brown eyes and smooth cocoa brown skin. Wearing the finest clothes in the kingdom. Made out of silk. He was covered head to toe with jewelry. From earrings to big rings. Well known in the kingdom for his beautiful looks. Every girl in the kingdom would do anything to get his hand in marriage. Yet he finds his life boring.

Since he was the last prince to be born to the king's latest wife. He was pretty spoiled as a child. Since he was the last one to be next in line for the throne. He could get whatever he want it, whenever he want it. Wither it be candy or entertainment. He was given a good education and leaned to speak different languages. At first it was fun, but now he was bored.

Lately there's been talk about marrying a princess from a different kingdom. Who he had never met. He was not looking for someone to marry. He wanted to live life to the fullest. But hard since he wasn't allowed to leave the palace most of the time. Each night he would look out his window and out to the palace walls. Wondering what life would be like on the other side. In his early teen years. He used to sneak out of the palace and wonder around the village. But stopped for a couple of years due to family issues. But thinking about it now. It might be fun to do it again.

So when night came around. He grabs an average looking cloak. From what he heard from the servants. There was a traveling show in the village today. He thought that it would be fun to watch. Mostly he sees are the belly dancers that his father calls out. They were good, but it was the same thing over and over again. So very carefully, watching the guards. He manages to get through the gate and into the village.

In the center of the village was a big tent. Inside was filled with a huge crowd and the performers. The young prince poked his head through the entrance and sees everything. From the animals. Like tigers, lions, and elephants. To fire breathers and the ring master. A smile grew on his face and walks inside. Finding a place to sit in the middle. Having a great view of everything of the three rings and the tight rope. Wondering just what he would see.

The travelling show had hit the desert region. Better known as the Adventures of Fantasy and Desire, the group of performers had traveled all around the globes, entertaining audiences of young and old, short and tall, rich and poor. That was one of the main pull factors of the show, it was free. One thing all of the performers shared was that they all loved performing, and didn't care for the money, they just love to put on a show.

The ringmaster and leader of the group was a French man by the name of Jean-Luc. He was a jolly man who was always optimistic. He was a member of the French royal family before he decided to live a life of performing. As royalty, he had a large amount of wealth that he used to finance the show, providing food and shelter for the performers and animals every night, as well as paying for the transportation and set up crews. Jean-Luc was also very friendly and oddly persuasive. He hand selected each performer himself and recruited all of them, persuading them to join when they had zero intention too.

Zehail remembered when Jean-Luc had approached him. It was a especially starry night. The moon was shining brightly in the sky as Zehail made his way through the streets of a desert kingdom just like this one. His shoulder length, jet black hair had been tied back into a pony tail, letting his bangs hang wildly off of each side of his face. His footsteps made no sound when they touched the ground repeatedly. He ran through alleyway after alleyway, scaling any fences, buildings or other obstacles that blocked his way. Being 6'2, his height sometimes proved to be an advantage and disadvantage. It allowed him to reach other places that weren't easily accessible to other people. However, the downside was that he was rather tall and muscular...which was bad for a thief.

He wasn't too built though. His body was slim, yet very muscular and toned from all of his freerunning, gaining him the build of a swimmer. He could feel the cool summer breeze blow into the streets, grazing against his caramel coloured chest and bouncing off of his defined chest. His baggy black pants made no sound as they shuffled through the air. He stopped, perching on top of a rooftop like a black cat. His hazel eyes scanned the darkness for what had made that sound. His ears twitched, hearing the same sound as he shifted his attention. Nothing but a cat. He sighed and leaped from rooftop to rooftop, scurrying to his destination.

He had heard that there was a rare gemstone that was in town, and that the security was at maximum security. That would usually discourage most thieves, but not Zehail. He was the best of the best, no one would be able to catch him. Finally, he had reached the building of the rumoured gemstone. He peered in through the sky light, seeing the shining red ruby. Then he saw the array of red lasers and traps. Wow, was this really maximum security? This was nothing for Zehail. Lifting the window open, he dropped down onto the floor. Touching the floor for only a millisecond, he began to backflip and somersault over the lasers and booby traps. Landing on the pedestal on which the gem was placed, he grabbed it before doing a triple somersault, landing on the pedestal once more.

That's when the lights suddenly turned on. Blinded, Zehail shielded his eyes with his arm. Finally adapting to the sudden burst of light, he removed his arm, seeing a large, fat white man with a curly mustache approach him. He was clapping his hands, applauding me for my performance. He introduced himself as Jean-Luc, an entrepreneur. He told me he ran a traveling show which featured people with spectacular talents, and said he would fit in perfectly.

He laughed, declining respectfully afterwards. He smiled. He told Zehail that he would pay me in riches that he could never amount to, no matter how much he stole. he declined once more. The lifestyle of a thief was one Zehail loved. Jean-Luc then looked Zehail up and down. He told Zehail he would pay him with riches, and with a harem of willing males. Zehail had no idea how Jean-Luc knew he was into guys...but his perceptive prowess was intriguing. He had a good gut feeling about this, and as thieves, that's all you could rely on.

Zehail had been part of the show for 4 years now. He was now 25 and performing every night as a tightrope walker, fire breather and acrobat. He breathed in heavily as he rubbed the oil all over his torso and arms, letting it glisten in the light. He put his hair in a pony tail once more and slipped on some white spandex pants as he got ready for tonight's performance. First up was his tightrope act. He stepped out onto the platform when he heard Jean-Luc introduce him. He bowed with a prestigious grace as he tip-toed across the tightrope ease. He saw the amazement in the crowd's eyes.

He stepped it up a notch. He began to backflip across the rope, moving backwards and forwards as he bounced higher and higher on the rope, hearing the "oohs", "aahs" and the occasional "don't fall!" from the audience.

[Kaido]

As he sat there waiting for the show to start. The young prince Hears the people chatting on about the acts. How there were rumors about the tightrope walker. He was curious like a little child and listen in. It wasn't anything bad. Mostly what he does in the show. That this show was well known around the world, and that the tightrope walker was quite handsome. Which made him wonder just how handsome he was.

People tell him all the time that he was handsome, but he felt like they were saying that. For mostly he was called pretty or beautiful. Not that he really cares as to what they think. For it comes mostly from his father's associate from other countries, and the servants.He lean back in his seat and was going impatient. If it were the palace. He would of command the ringleader to hurry it up. For he didn't have all night. Seriously he didn't. He had to return to the palace before anyone notices that he had vanished.

Just then he hears the French accent announce the first act. Telling everyone to look up at the rope. Introducing Zehail, flashing a light on top of him. When Marid got a look of him. He saw his body build and was amazed by it. Is that the kind of body you get for working at a show? Deciding that he was in fact what the women call him, handsome. He was envious of his figure. Wishing he had a body like that. But he had something that of a young lad.

Watching him do all his tricks on the rope send him into ah. For when he did all the flips and bouncing on the rope. He was for sure that he was going to fall to his doom. He was truly an expert to the young prince's eyes. There time where he even stood up. Thinking just how much fun it would be to walk along the rope, doing those shorts of things. He couldn't take his eyes off of him. Not that he wanted to. For there was something inside the prince that was growing more with each second watching the performance. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he wanted him all to himself.

Zehail continued to do his multiple tricks across the rope. He backflipped, he somersaulted, he even walked across it on his hands. He took hold of the rope and let his body fall, hanging from the rope as stiffly as he could. His legs stood stiff as the dangled in the air. Zehail began to swing back and forth, looking like he was beginning to do a gymnastic routine, which in reality, it was.

Once gaining momentum, he began to swing in full rotations over the rope. He would let go of the rope completely, somersaulting multiple times before gripping the rope again. He could tell he was getting the audience excited every moment he released the rope, letting the tension build in the audience to see whether or not he would be able to grab the rope back in time, which he always did.

He turned once more before leaping high into the air, doing one, two, three, four, five, six full somersaults in the air before landing on the rope up right on nothing but one leg, his other leg folded over his straightened leg in a pose of leisure, as if to show the audience that this feat really was nothing to big for him. "Thank you all for coming. Enjoy the rest of the show." Zehail said in a sexy exotic accent. He performed one last trick as he jumped off the rope and dove 50 feet into a large bail of hay. He climbed out, unscathed and walked into the backstage area as he waved goodbye to the audience, blowing them kisses as he left.

He was greeted by a bunch of high fives and "amazing as always, Zehail!" He smiled, thanking everyone for their compliments. He moved into his dressing room and watched as he glistened even more with the sweat on his body. He could see his chest rise and fall, involuntarily flexing his pecs and abs as he breathed to catch his air back. He loved the thrill of performing. He began to limber up once more. He wasn't sure if he was going to perform in the acrobatic piece, but decided to stretch just in case.

[Kaido]

When his performance on the tightrope was finally over. Everyone in the tent. Both young and old cheered loudly. Clapping their hands, letting out screams of excitement, and whistling. The young prince followed with the noise for he to was impressed. That was the most exciting thing that he had ever seen. Watching him leaving the tent. He didn't want to loose site of him. He got up from his seat and makes his way down. For he was going to follow that man and see where he was going.

With all the time he spend on sneaking out of the palace. Making his way to Zehai's dressing room was no trouble. He passes through the lion tamer, jugglers, the clowns, a huge heavy lifter and the ring leader. Hiding behind crates, bails of hay and other equipment. Thinking that sneaking around was all to easy for him. If there was another trait other then being a thief that involved sneaking quietly. He would take then then a prince any day.

Soon he spots the man that he was hunting for going into his dressing room. Making sure that the coast was clear. The young price quietly tip toes over to the door. Since it was made of fabric and had no door. He opens it enough just to see him trough a mirror. He look amazing more closed up then far away. He wished he had his kind of body. Then maybe, people would respect him ore and think more of him then 'the youngest prince to his ninth wife'.

As Zehail was limbering his body. his refection vanished from the mirror. Which made him most unhappy. Since he wasn't going to see him more. He might as well return to his seat and watch the remaining of the show. At least that was his plan. Unfortunately for him. He had to bump into Boris. The heavy lifter of the show. He was also the body guard of the ringleader and the protector of the other performers. He was super muscular. He was all muscles and not fat. He stood what seems to be seven feet tall to the young ruler.

He's from a small village in Russia. By day he was a farmer, growing the harvest and heard cattle for meat. But at night, he was something far different. He would go into the city to fight in an underground fighting ring. He used drugs that were not out in market to get into the shape he was in. He met Jean one day when he was viewing a fight. Promising him riches that would help his family. After hearing this promise he agreed to do his shows.

Marid let out a gasped as he easily lifted him off the ground by the collar of his cloak. For no one expect the people of the show were allowed in the back. If he were to find anyone. His first thought is that they are here to harm or rob. The prince starts to struggle to get out of his hold. Without him showing who he really was. For it might make trouble for both him and the show. "Ah! Unhand me!" he commanded with authority. Yet he did not let him go. The tightrope walker can hear all of this going on through the thin fabric door.

As Zehail continued to stretch his body, he could feel a pair of eyes on him. Being a thief by trait, he was able to detect anyone who was looking at him. He was curious though. Why was this person looking at him? He got a bit excited. Maybe he was just an excited fan. Or, what Zehail had convinced himself of, this set of eyes were interested in him. Zehail smiled a sly smile. He began to flex his muscles more, showing off to his observer. Zehail was a bit of a voyeur and loved giving people a show, on and off the stage.

Then, just like that, he felt the eyes vanish. He was quite disappointed, he was just getting to the good stuff. He continued to limber up, doing the splits and moving his torso from one side to the other side. He laid his hands out in front of him as he crawled a bit forward, stretching out his back and raising his tight, round ass in the air. Then, he heard the hefty footsteps of his buddy Boris, and another voice he didn't recognize.

He slowly moved the cloth that separated his room from the rest of the backstage area and glanced at the scene before him. Boris had a pipsqueak right in his hands. He looked like he was going to squeeze the life out of him, reducing him to nothing but mush. This pipsqueak though...this boy...there was something intriguing about him. He was slender and confident, he could hear it in his voice, even if he was screaming for help. The thing that stood out the most though was that...he was gorgeous.

"Boris, stop!" Zehail said in a calm manor as he walked towards the hulking beast and his prey. "Unhand him. He's with me." Zehail added, watching as he calmed the gentle giant. He grabbed the boy's hands. They were unbelievably soft, and led him into his dressing room. Without moving his eyes, he looked the boy up and down. He wasn't half bad, but there was something mysterious about him. Zehail smirked before giving a small laugh.

"So. Why were you watching me?" Zehail asked rather bluntly in his exotic voice.

[Kaido]

The prince was a bit scared, but he learned not to show much of it. For if he somehow becomes ruler of his kingdom. He have to be brave to protect his people in case something ever happens to them. The hears a voice that sounded familiar. Turning his head. He sees that it was none other then the guy he was spying on. The big scary Russian looks down at the tightrope walker as he told him to release the trespasser and that he was with him. A low vicious growl escape from his mouth and looks at the small lad. The roughly drops him to the ground.

Marid fell onto his bottom and rubbed where it hurt most. "Ouch! You better watch where you drop people." he said as he looks up at Boris. But slides back a little when he saw that dangerous look on his face. That he was about to pounce on him and rip his head off with his his bare teeth. He didn't stick around after that. He went to help the others get ready for the next show. Once he was gone. He stood up on his own two feet and brushed the dirt off of his pants.

Then he feels him take hold of his hand. With the hood covering his head. It was hiding his blushing cheeks very well. For he could feel just how rough his hands were from all the shows he did through out the years. Following him willingly into his dressing room. Standing there in wonder as he was alone with the performer. As he was checking him out, he was checking him out. He couldn't believe just how buff he was. Not as buff as the heavy lifter, but he was a power house. Zehail had the right amount of muscle.

When asked why he was watching him. He quietly gulped and cleared his voice. "I-I thought that you were quite amazing on the tightrope. I have never seen such a wonderful performance in my life." he tells him. "I was curious if you got that form from all the tricks you do." he said. Trying to speak in a serious, business like tone. Hiding his excitement as much as he could.

Zehail smirked. He was lying, he knew he was. It was his thief's intuition. The stutter in his voice, the hint of curiousity, it all added up to the fact that he was lying. But why exactly was he lying? That's what Zehail wanted to figure out, and to do so, he decided to play along with the boy's game.

"I did not attain these muscles from performing." Zehail said in a smooth, sensual exotic voice. It was the type of voice that lingered in the air as every word was spoken. He untied his hair, letting it rest on his broad shoulders as he shook it wildly to tame it. Part of his bangs covered his right eye, adding to Zehail's mysterious aura. He stretched his arms up high, involuntarily flexing his biceps and shoulders in the process.

"I obtained these muscles from years and years of training." Zehail cooed. Training...he figured that was a polite way of saying endless nights roaming the streets for priceless objects. Thievery wasn't something most people were fond of, so he chose to withhold that information. "Thank you for that compliment. I do appreciate it dearly." Zehail turned around to face the boy in the robe and bowed to him, letting his silky black hair sway in motion.

As he raised back up, he quickly looked the boy up and down once more. Why was he so intriguing. Perhaps it was because he had a certain mysterious quality about him...the same one Zehail had been told he has. Or maybe it was the boy's naivety, he couldn't decide. "I find it quite flattering that my body has peaked your curiousity. Would you care to explain why?" Zehail asked, smiling slightly to give off a friendly vibe.

[Kaido]

There was something about the performer's voice that send chills down his spine. He was so alluring as the words escape from his mouth. He had never felt this way towards anyone before. Not even to the girls he met in the past that were candidates to become his brides. For he sensed danger and excitement from the him. He wanted to feel more of this feeling.He even looked like he was dangerous. With the way his hair was covering his eye. Goosebumps formed on his body. Luckily for him the cloak was covering most of them.

Hearing that he got those muscles from training. He nodded his head. "Or course you did. You have to train if one is to become good." he said with just innocence. Having no clue that he was lying. Even though he was told many times not to believe in what anyone said by his father. For even though this kingdom was well put, the king had trust issues with the outside world. It took a lot just to let the show come. Because he was against it. Thinking that they would try to con them of the riches.

As Zehail was checking out Marid once again. He pulled the hood of the cloak down. To cover up his face. For he did not want to be discovered. That and his cheeks were turning even more red. When asked why he was curious as to why he like his body form so much. The young lad was quiet at first. But then clear his throat and looks at him seriously. "Because you have a body that of a man. A body that I want to claim for my own. For as you can see...I am not like you. I have such a small and weak body." he said and sighed in sadness. "If I were to look like you. Then maybe...people will listen to me more and show me the respect I deserve." he said.

Then he takes a step closer to the tightrope walker. "Tell me, how much do you love working here?" he asked. "Does it bother you that you have to pack up and leave with every city you go to? Not having a place of your own?" he asked. "For while I admire you body, there is something I want. I want you." he tells him in a serious tone. "I can pay you more then this show will ever give you."

Zehail smiled. He was starting to put it all together. Wanting a more manlier body. Wanting to get the respect he deserved, and paying him for his services. Just from these merely words he was able to deduct that this boy was immensely wealthy since the rich were the only one's who were willing to offer money as their first means of compensation. Secondly, his struggle for respect meant he was of high status. Perhaps he was a part of the royal family...it wasn't very likely, but the thought was very enticing.

"I love this place." Zehail said, sticking his arms out in the air as he slowly twirled around, showing the boy his dressing room. "It may not look like much, but it is my home." He smiled. "It does not bother me in the slightest. As long as I have my fellow performers, my family, I will be fine." It was true. Zehail had grown close to many of the performers. They were his family, and he would gladly go out of his way for them. "And I never had a place to call my own, except for now." That was also true. As a thief, Zehail was always on the run. If he ever stayed in one place, he would be caught and arrested.

Zehail approached the boy, walking slowly with intrigue. Every step Zehail took exuded confidence and even sexiness. His smooth, sensual manner always seemed to give off these vibes. "I love this place, my young friend. The thrill I get from the oohs and aahs of the audience. The roaring applause I receive after every flip. I wouldn't trade it for the world." Zehail stated. He walked behind the boy, leaning into where he imagined his ear would be underneath that cloak of his. He leaned in, his lips just mere inches away, whispering, "You're going to have to offer much more if you want my services."