39LEMONISH... don't read if King/Luc sex bothers you (kinda bothers me, come to think of it...)
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"Your Majesty?"
The note of perfect innocence, lilted with fear, has the King hot all over and in a malicious mood. The little musician boy gasps as the King lays a suggestive hand across his lower back. The hand slides lower and the boy tries to tactfully slide away, failing.
"Your- your majesty? What are you doing sir?"
The child's eyes are wide now, and the Harvest Festival seems to blur behind the delectable body before the King's gaze. No one notices the exchange; no one wonders why the King pauses a little too long in front of the lithe boy with a lyre; in fact, everyone is too drunk to notice much of anything tonight.
"Follow me," mutters the King softly into the other's ear, reveling in the tremor of a reaction.
Obviously lacking any other option, the boy falls into step behind the King, undoubtedly being led to somewhere more reclusive. The boy smirks as they leave the dining hall, excitement singing through his body. The King is not intoxicated yet, all the better in Luc's opinion, because he will feel pain so, so much more precisely.
The King seems to be in a rush. Chamber slip past the pair more than Luc cares to count. Just as they are nearing the royal chambers, the King suddenly grabs Luc's shoulder, shoving him hard against a wall and hungrily devouring his lips. Luc whimpers and presses helpless fingers against the King's chest. The King draws away and Luc trembles. Laughing softly, the King begins fumbling with a door near Luc's elbow and Luc is pushed into a smallish spare chamber. Luc's eyes narrow, carefully hiding frustration.
"Your Majesty is this your bedchamber? It seems awfully... cramped." he murmurs, keeping his eyes downcast and shy.
The King snorts, busily toying with the knots and clasps holding Luc's shirt in place.
"Of course it isn't, child."
"But your Majesty," breathes Luc softly, "the bed is so small..."
This time, the King's hands pause mid chest. Sliding his arms around the boy's waist, he pulls them flush against each other, his arousal pressed against the musician.
"And what is it that you offer that merits you a spot in my bed?" Luc moans appropriately when the King's teeth graze his neck.
"I," pant, "can show-" moan "you". Luc's hands snake towards the King's arousal, rubbing through the silk fabric. The King growls shoving the boy harder against the wall. Momentarily, Luc worries that that the King will ignore his request and simply throw him onto the bed. The King grabs the boy around the waist and literally drags him from the small room, much to Luc's delight. The guards at the entrance to the King's chambers nod disinterestedly, sparing the boy only a brief glance.
"Do not disturb me for the rest of the night," the King orders. The Guards nod as if this isn't particularly out of the ordinary, which it probably isn't.
The pair quickly maneuver to the bed chambers, hardly separating.
"On the bed." growls the King, already disrobing.
Luc crawls onto the huge expanse of pillows and and sheets, his hips swaying lightly. The King joins him shortly thereafter, attacking the boy's skin and pushing him against the pillows.
Fumbling with the nightstand, the King pulls away, his attention momentarily diverted. Luc slides a small vial shaped charm from a braid in his hair, slipping it into his mouth and curling it beneath his tongue.
The King produces cruel looking handcuffs moments later. Seeing panic in the boy's eyes, he smirks and pins him down. He cuffs the squirming boy to the bed frame, and leans down to ravish his mouth. Something bitter touches his tongue, but he ignores it, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away, there is red dripping down the boy's chin and he swipes it away, licking his fingers.
"Please your Majesty, let me go, please!"
The King responds by lifting the boy's hips, pressing himself against the boy's bottom.
"We haven't even gotten down to the fun part," he smirks. He thrusts hard against the boy's entrance, reveling in the sharp, pained cry. He repeats the motion, establishing a fast, harsh rhythem.
A wave of dizzyness makes him gasp and pause. Shaking off the disorientating feeling, he resumes brutally taking the small fae boy whose cries have been reduced to soft, keening gasps. He climaxes with a moan, suddenly overcome again, with dizziness. Drawing away, he rubs his temple, sharp pain now seeping into his head. He begins to stand, only to collapse again on the bed.
A rustle of movement cause him to turn in the boy's direction. Luc unfastens the handcuffs with a small hairpin. The King sneers and makes as if to re-chain the boy, only he finds himself paralyzed. Lying haphazardly across the bed, the King feels something prickly and hot leaking through his body. He tries to speak, only his lips are locked in a gaping mumble. The dizziness hits again and the pricking feeling intensifies, resembling sharp needles.
Luc crawls over to the paralyzed King, tipping his chin forward so that their eyes meet.
"Sex sure does speed up the blood flow, doesn't it?" he whispers.
He spits out a small silver ornament, shaped rather like a vial. Before the King's eyes, he removes a second charm from his hair, this one filled with clear liquid.
"Anti-venom," he smirks, "cheers."
Luc downs the vial, feeling the minor dizziness begin to dissipate almost instantaneously.
"My mother taught me about this venom." He comments idly, fingering a loop of chain. "Tricky little brew, to tell you the truth, but my mother was passionate about her art. You of all people should know that. Do you remember her?"
The King is panicking now, his limbs refusing to move and his skin searing on fire. He watches the the delicate form waver, and a brief still of an entirely different looking male, takes shape.
"You should remember her, you promised her marriage after all."
The King's eyes water as thorny pain pierces his neck and arms. His body is blistering all over, pinching and stretching simultaneously.
"And then, you found that commoner woman. You dropped mother like a forgotten plaything. Well she was pregnant you know, pregnant with a half fae son."
His flesh feels as if it is expanding, tearing away from the bone. His ears heat up and liquid begins gushing from them. He watches through watering eyes, as the delicate looking boy begins to change, his soft features slipping away to be replaced by prominent, masculines ones.
"I glad I got to meet you Daddy. Mother would've been proud."
The King begins choking on his own blood, but Luc has already turned away. Taller, more muscled, hair colored like the King's, Luc pauses briefly in a slant of moonlight. He looks grim, bad triumphant.
Luc redresses quickly and walks to the portrait set in the far wall. He lifts it to the side, slipping into the small hole behind it. Replacing the portrait, he walks down the hidden path detouring from the direction of the Whipping Boy's chambers. Instead, he moves in the direction of the other royal chambers, a little prince in mind.
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a/n thanks for reviews, especially Stormy who explained the page break thing even though I didn't actually use it..