Unwavering Devotion
                                        By
                                  Diana Bloomfield

        The hotel was dark and quiet. It was late night in Paris, and
though there were sights to be seen in this beautiful city, T.E Lawrence
had no desire for it. The blond man was currently sitting in his very
small, very sparse hotel room. The only light to be had was coming from
the small lamp on his desk. It was barely enough to illuminate the paper
he was writing on. His manuscript for 'The Seven Pillars' was far from
being complete, but on this night his concentration kept faltering. It
had only been on this night that he had returned from Britain - from his
father's death bed. The man that had born him into illegitimacy hadn't
looked a thing in death like the man he remembered. 'It's not good to
dwell on the past,' Lawrence admonished himself. He had to focus his
thoughts on the man that needed him now...his prince Feisal. He shoved
his manuscript back on his desk and just stared at it. When had things
grown so out of hand at this conference? He never should have left Feisal
alone here to fend for himself anyhow, Feisal had counted on him and he
had let the prince down. He should have known better to think that
'someone' wouldn't have discovered the truth...that Feisal was able to
speak both English and French fluently and that it had just been a ruse
to keep himself by Feisal's side. And the Britons! Allah save him, but he
was ashamed to be called one of theirs! They had done nothing but try to
sacrifice Feisal to the damn French - trying to destroy all that he and
Lawrence had fought so desperately for!! Then to make matters worse, to
be 'ordered' to stay away from Feisal!! The bile that churned in his
stomach at the betrayal of it made him want to vomit. 
        Lawrence was so lost within his own thoughts that he didn't hear
the door to his room creek open or someone softly padding to come up
behind him. He knew no one was there with him until he felt a pair of
hands come to rest on his shoulders. The feel of the hands were so
familiar, that Lawrence instantly knew who they belonged to. Looking up
finally, his gaze landed on warm, hazel eyes - the same eyes that haunted
his dreams nightly. 
        "Lawrence my friend, I came to see you as I suspected your
father's death might be troubling you," the prince said softly. 
        The older man was wearing his familiar black robe and Lawrence 
could feel the material brush against his back.
        Lawrence put a hand to cover the one on his shoulder. "Thank you
for the concern, but I am fine," he answered.
        Soft hazel eyes flecked with gold scanned his friend's face,
searching the searing blue eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "No
Lawrence, I do not think you 'are' fine. Something is definitely troubling
you and I would like for you to tell me what it is." The soft accented
voice of the prince flowed over Lawrence, soothing his nerves. 
        "You were right Feisal, I never should have left for Britain,"
Lawrence finally admitted to his friend.
        Surprise filled Feisal's dark brown eyes. "Lawrence, your father
was gravely ill. I could not have kept you from going to him when he
needed you."
        "But it was too late wasn't it? He had already died when I got
there. I did him no service, but you, you needed me here and I let you
down," Lawrence replied dully, staring past Feisal to the opposite wall.
        A dark hand reached out to caress Lawrence's smooth cheek. "My dear
friend, I had no right to suggest that it was your fault at all for the
troubles I have created for myself. They were my own doing," Feisal
insisted. "I never should have pretended to need a translator."
        "I should have been here," Lawrence said with disdain aimed at
himself. "Had I been here, I could have helped and you might not be at
risk for loosing Syria."
        Feisal dropped down to his knees onto the hardwood floor to
become level with his friend. Taking Lawrence's hands in  his own, Feisal
steadily gazed into azure eyes. "Lawrence, when you swore allegiance to
me, I had no idea that you would go far and beyond that pledge to prove it.
And you have proved it a hundred fold," Feisal raised his hand to
Lawrence's face and one thumb trailed back and forth over the younger
man's bottom lip. " but you have to remember that not every battle is
yours to fight. You have helped win against the Turks, now it is up to me
as a ruler to keep our gain. You have done more for my kingdom, for my
people, and for me personally than I could ever repay you for." 
        "I still can't help but think I've been a disappointment to you,"
the blond man whispered.
        The smile that spread across Feisal's features reached clear to
his eyes. "Dear Lawrence, don't you realize by now that you've never been
a disappointment to me? How can I make you see that?" 
        In answer to his own question, Feisal closed the distance between
them and covered the blond man's lips with his own. His hand slowly went
to the back of Lawrence's head to deepen the kiss, slow, steady pressure
caused the younger man to open his mouth so that the prince could explore
the hollows and nooks deep inside with his probing tongue. 
        Lawrence's own hand come up Feisal's face, fingers revealing in
the tight curled beard as he held the prince's head close. Would he ever
get use to the emotions that tore through him every time he and Feisal
touched? They had been lovers in the past, but even time couldn't tame
the level of passion he felt for this man. Every time they touched it
seemed as if it were the first time again...that hot summer night when he
and Feisal first met. Nothing else mattered to him it seemed, not the
war, not his father, not the bastards that had ordered him away from
Feisal. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of Feisal's arms as
they closed around him. 
        Slowly the prince rose and pulled Lawrence up with him. Arms
pulled him tight against the lean hard body. The officer could feel the
heat from the prince's body radiating from beneath his robes and was sure
his own heat matched it. Hands gently caressed Lawrence through the white
cotton shirt he wore. Fingers brushing against the scars on his back as
he continued to kiss and be kissed. Would he ever tell Feisal that when
the Turkish general had been lashing him with the leather whip that
created those scars that only the thought of his beloved prince kept him
alive? He knew he had to return somehow to his lover again and only the
image of Feisal's dark, handsome face gave him the motivation to live
through the beating. Lawrence's own hands started a gentle caress through
the layers of material of the heavy robe, hands drawing the prince closer
so that their bodies rubbed against one another.
        Feisal began kissing down Lawrence's slender neck, nibbling and
sucking as their lower bodies continued to rub and slide against each
other. Lawrence felt slender fingers starting to unbutton the top buttons
of his shirt. Opening more of the shirt, Feisal began kissing the exposed
flesh around Lawrence's collarbone, his thumbs drawing back and forth
over pale pink nipples that grew rigid and erect with his touch. Lawrence
couldn't hold back a moan that escaped his lips and saw the pleased smile
on Feisal's face. The prince then went back to finishing unbuttoning the
shirt completely and pulled it free from the waistband of Lawrence's sand
colored trousers. Slowly, he slid it off the younger man's shoulders and
let it fall to the floor. Lawrence's arms hung loosely at his side when
Feisal unhooked his belt, and unfastened the button of his trousers.
Slowly releasing the zipper, Feisal than pushed his hands inside of the
pants and pushed them down until they surrounded Lawrence's feet. He then
ran his slender hands over the younger man's muscular chest, down his ribs
and finally over his hips until reaching his underwear and in one swift
movement, he had divested Lawrence of the restraining material and ran his
hands over the smooth, pale skin of Lawrence's rear. Stepping out of the
underclothing, Lawrence then reached for Feisal and unclasped the fastener
that held together Feisal's robe. In one shrug of the prince's body, the
material laid pooled at his feet and Lawrence was not surprised that the
prince wearing nothing else under his robes - he seldom did. 
        The Arab pulled at Lawrence again, drawing him into the circle of
his arms. When their bare bodies touched, both could feel the heat and
want growing inside the other. Feisal was rubbing his solid erection
against Lawrence's and was pleased to find the younger man growing as
firm as he was. Lawrence ached in pleasure and need as the older man
continued the wonderful friction as his mouth was claimed again in a
hungry, consuming kiss that Lawrence closed his eyes to and threw himself
into with abandon. 
        Without awareness of it, Lawrence was maneuvered towards the bed
and only realized it when he felt the mattress behind his knees. Sitting
down, he took Feisal with him, not wanting to brake the hold the prince
had around him. Feisal was pulled down on top of him and the warm, honey
colored body covered Lawrence like a protective blanket. The younger man
cherished the weight and the feel of the older man on top of him. He had
never figured out yet why the only time the entire world made any sense
to him was when he was in this man's arms. He felt himself a freak, a
fraud, but not with him...not with his prince. When the world seemed to
threaten to swallow him whole, he found peace..sense..serenity with this
handsome man. It was easy to vow his allegiance to such a passionate,
loving soul. There was nothing Feisal could ever ask of him that he
wouldn't give his life for in trying to give to him. 
        Feisal's eyes sought Lawrence's and saw the war of emotions
storming within the dark blue depths. He saw a mixture of pain and
disappear, along with contentment and happiness within the azure eyes and
the prince was determined to vanquish the pain and hurt, filling him the
best he could with the contentment he sought. He captured the younger
man's mouth again and meshed his own against the soft, yielding flesh,
coaxing another moan from Lawrence. Feisal moved his body more firmly
against the younger man's, pressing his groin into Lawrence's as his body
moved in a slow steady rhythm. Their erections were firm and slick,
trapped between their bodies as Feisal continued the friction that kept
growing hotter and hotter. Lawrence's hands clutched at the bed covers,
his own body responding and matching the movements of Feisal's,
countering the swiveling hips with his own movements. He arched his body
up to get more contact with the prince's, not feeling that even being this
close wasn't close enough for him - he wanted more. 
        Sensing that Lawrence was speeding recklessly fast to the peak
and wanting this moment between them to last, Feisal pulled himself away
from the younger man's hot, willing body with difficulty. Lawrence let
out a groan of displeasure, but it was soon replaced with delight as
Feisal's hands and mouth started roaming over his body. Hot kisses blazed
a trail of fire down Lawrence's neck and chest, while fingers played with
the soft pink nubs of flesh to proud peaks. Down the lips came, the beard
tickling Lawrence's hypersensitive skin until one of his nipples were
drawn past warm lips into Feisal's hot mouth. Gently the older man's
teeth closed in around the nub and sucked firmly on it, bathing it with
his tongue. Lawrence moaned in delight, arching his back to encourage the
talented mouth with a finger brushed back and forth over the ignored
nipple until Feisal released one nub to claim the other neglected one.
When he had Lawrence sufficiently writing against the sheets, he
continued his journey down the responsive body. Raining soft kisses down
the smooth, bare chest, Feisal followed a trail of fine light blond hair
down Lawrence's stomach that was washboard firm. As his lips traveled on a
downward path, his hands traveled upward. stroking the soft skin and the
fine hair that covered Lawrence's legs and thighs. Lawrence spread his
legs, making himself accessible to the prince's touches. The prince's
thumbs caressed and stroked the tender inner-folds of Lawrence's thighs,
knowing that spot was particularly maddening for his younger lover. He was
not disappointed when Lawrence moaned quite loudly and threaded the
fingers of both of his hands through Feisal's mahogany hair, urging his
mouth lower and his hands higher to the unanswered need growing out of
control. Feisal's head was poised over his lover's firm and waiting
erection. The flesh already glistening in the pearly essence that leaked
from the engorged tip. The rosy hued lean, member beckoning enticingly
with heavy veins flaring out from the hot skin. Lawrence watched through
hazy eyes as Feisal licked his lips and the proud prince bowed to him to
lick at the tip that weeped only for Feisal and licked the sides and
underneath ever so slowly before taking the entire length into his warm,
heavenly mouth. Feisal used his teeth and tongue to slowly drive the
officer to distraction - deriving great pleasure from the gratified soft
moans and murmurs that flowed from the younger man's mouth and savoring
the salty, tart taste of the man. Lawrence was lost to the exquisite
feeling that Feisal was creating, loosing himself in the warm, steady
pressure of the gentle suckling and the skillful tongue that was consuming
him as his body sought the release that only Feisal managed to bring him.
His hips drove up to meet the demanding mouth, falling into the steady
pace that the prince had set that was becoming faster and faster with each
passing minute. Feisal's hand came up to gently start kneading the heavy
sac of Lawrence's scrotum insistently as he continued to take Lawrence
into his mouth over and over again - relentlessly driving him onward and
upwards without pause. 
        Feisal could feel his lover's body tightening in anticipation,
ready to be brought over the summit. As his mouth continued the
onslaught, his eyes took in Lawrence's body. A warm flush had crept over
the pale skin, beads of perspiration created a fine sheen illuminated by
the lamp and dampening the blond hair, turning it darker. The intense blue
orbs of Lawrence's eyes had turned from a sky blue to ones that matched
the midnight skies with a lusty want, and his body writhed helplessly
against the bed. Feisal took great pride in the realization that he drew
from Lawrence this untamed abandon - that his touch and his alone brought
such pleasure to this man that held such a special place within him.
        Driving on harder, Feisal drew him to the brink only to stop and
start again. He continued to tease Lawrence mercilessly until finally the
younger man's pleadings made him relent. Lawrence clutched at him in
frustration when he removed his able mouth, but cried out in a strangled
voice when the slender fingers of the prince wrapped around his hard
aching need and started pumping up and down steadily. 
        "Oh please, oh Allah, oh..." Lawrence's voice was silenced as
Feisal covered his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the younger man's as
his hand continued it's manipulation until it reached a fevered pitch.
Lawrence could taste himself in Feisal's kiss as he felt his body growing
more and more tense - release being only a hare's breath away and his
prince wasn't relenting this time. 
        Thrusting his hips against his own violation harder and harder
into Feisal's hand, Lawrence slipped over the edge and soared over the
peak as his body shuddered and rocked with delight. His hot, pearly seed
spilled forth from his body into the caramel colored hand of his prince
who caught Lawrence's moans of completion with his own mouth that hadn't
stopped kissing him. 
        As the officer slowly came down from his high, he watched through
half-closed eyes as Feisal took the wet seed still in his hand and reached
down between his own legs to coat his still rock hard, dark, member with
the liquid. Lawrence thrilled at watching his lover's movements. He
loved the way the sleek muscular form moved with such an easy grace.
The hard, lean body at first glance seemed innocuous enough, but
Lawrence knew the power that laid hidden underneath the corded
muscles. Coating himself thoroughly, the prince then reached between
Lawrence, who obligingly opened his legs to allow access to the opening of
his body. Feisal worked pressed one of his fingers pasted the muscular
ring and slid into the warmth of his body. Slowly he worked the finger in
and out meticulously slow, rubbing in just the way that made Lawrence ache
for more. In and out, he slowly stretched the muscled entrance until he
felt more give and then introduced a second digit, feeling Lawrence move
with his finger, relaxing slowly to the touch before he introduced a third
finger. 
        "Ready for me?" Feisal whispered huskily, raw desire swirling in
the pools of hazel eyes.
        Lawrence licked at his dry lips and nodded his head. Feisal gave
him one of his rare an beautiful smiles before moving in-between the
officer's parted legs. Lawrence felt the pressure of the tip of Feisal's
sex pressed against the bud of his opening as Feisal came forward to rest
his hands on either side of Lawrence's shoulders. Lawrence's legs came
around the older man's waist and his arms came around the prince's chest.
Feisal hesitated for a brief second before moving. Dark brown eyes sought
confirmation from indigo and must have found what he searched for because
with a gentle slowness, pushed himself into Lawrence's welcoming body.
        Lawrence gasped at the initial feelings, but tamed his body to
relax as Feisal sunk deeper into him. Feisal waited for Lawrence to get
use to the initial pain, but he seemed to acclimated very quickly because
before the prince realized it, Lawrence was doing his own part to pull
Feisal more deeply into him. Soon the older man felt himself completely
engulfed into the warm, tight, cavern of the officer's body. Waves of
delight passed through the prince as his body was surrounded and housed
in the man his passion ran deep for. Opening his eyes, Feisal
concentrated on the blue eyes that locked onto his as he slowly began to
move within Lawrence. 
        At first the older man's hips just rocked back and forth slowly,
even though the restless need building in his body screamed to slam full
force into the yielding depths. Lawrence moaned and his hands restlessly
ran up and down Feisal's back, occasionally raking his nails across the
soft unmarred skin of his back and finally coming down to cup the firm
halve-spheres of the prince's taunt rear.
        Feisal moaned himself as Lawrence urged him faster and faster.
His eyes were still connected with Lawrence's and the silent pleading he 
saw in them pushed him to go faster  and deeper. The raw, naked desire  
was nearly undoing him. He sat back on his legs and pulled Lawrence even
further down on the bed to meet his body more fully and when he resumed
his thrusting, the penetration was even deeper than before causing
Lawrence to cry out as a certain spot deep inside him was stroked
pleasurably. Feisal felt Lawrence's hard sex in-between their stomachs
and knew that he was rekindling the growing fire and desire within his
lover too as his own was ignited beyond control. The need rose higher and
higher, crashing over them both and drove their coupling into a more
frenzied assault. 
        Feisal drove into Lawrence as deeply as he could, savoring the
connection they had without inhibition, recognizing nothing else than
the need he had to be with this man in the most natural way that he had
shared with no one else. Higher and higher he drove himself, the feeling
of Lawrence's body, hands, and mouth all working in unison to drive him
beyond all control. As many times as this joining had taken place between
him and Lawrence, it never ceased to loose it's power over him. Each
touch, each kiss was as passionate as the last and each time they shared
this union, it never dwindled in intensity - if anything it grew stronger.
        Feisal felt a familiar fire growing in his stomach and knew it
would only be precious moments before he lost all control. Blue eyes were
still focused on his own and he knew Lawrence was just as close as he
was. Wanting the pleasure to come at the same time, the prince moved his
hand in-between their joined bodies to grasp Lawrence's firm sex and
stroked the younger man in time to his thrusts. 
        In bare seconds, Lawrence cried out Feisal's name and his hot,
viscid seed came flowing out in-between their bodies. As he climaxed, his
body tightened down onto Feisal's within him and the contractions of his
body and hearing his name ringing out so passionately, it was impossible
for Feisal to rein in his control. He went whirling over the edge, soaring
heedlessly from the acme of desire as a maelstrom of pleasure washed through
his body and saturated every neverfiber in his being as his essence filled
the chasm of his lover's body.  
        Feisal rode the endless waves until slowly he drifted back into
himself and when both he and Lawrence were breathing normally again,
he gently pulled free from Lawrence's body. Taking the sheet from
underneath them, the prince cleaned Lawrence with it and then himself
before discarding it onto the floor. He laid down on the bed next to his
blond lover and pulled him into his arms to where Lawrence's head rested
against his chest and the prince stroked the soft fair hair. 
        "Nobody is ever going to try and separate us again," Lawrence
vowed in a voice so soft that Feisal had to strain to hear it. 
        Feisal placed a finger on the officer's lips. "Silence Love, we
are together now and no one shall stop up."
        Lawrence placed a kiss on the fingers on his mouth and wrapped his
arms more securely around the older man's chest. "Yes, together, and
together we will find a way to outwit the French and keep them from
Syria."
        "Count on it, for it is Allah's path for us," Feisal encouraged
soothingly. 
        As they laid in silence, Lawrence didn't know if he believed
Feisal or if the prince even believed his own words. Lawrence knew that
any venture in life was a gamble but there were two things he was certain
of. He was certain that Feisal was destined to be a ruler and he was also
certain that destiny had intermingled their paths for a reason. Whether
it was Allah's path or not, he wanted to remain by the prince's side for a
long as he was allowed. Lawrence had not only vowed his allegiance to this
man, but his heart and soul as well. They were together, that was all
that mattered - all that ever would matter.

The End