Michael was asleep on his bed in his bedroom when he heard the door open. Him being a light sleeper opened his eyes ready to draw out his sword if this was a danger. But he was put to an ease when he came eye to eye with Arthur.
He sat up from bed. His hands rubbing at his eyes. He pulled out his sword from the other side of his bed. Placing it on the little table close to his bed.
"My king. What brings you here?"
Arthur had no answer for him. He should have been with his wife. It was nightfall but he couldn't seem to be able to force himself to go sleep in his bedroom . The bedroom that had his wife in. It had only been a few hours since they had gotten married. The queen was still not seen by anyone because she stayed where her husband left her. She still waited for his return but the king didn't return. Even now instead of being with her he was in his knight's bedroom .
He stalked the bed. Michael didn't quite know how to react to him. This was not the king's first time in this room. Sometimes he had slept here. "My king your wife is waiting" he reminded the king what he must have forgotten.
The king didn't seem to care as he unbuttoned his three buttoned jacket. Michael saw that Arthur was here to stay so he got up from the bed. Went to help the king with his shoes.
He was done removing all the unnecessary clothing from himself Arthur now only had his trousers on. His chest was bare. His chiseled features not hidden anymore. Which made the one who he had come to swallow a lump up his throat.
Michael went back to bed. Arthur blew on the lone candle that was still lit on the table close to Michael's bed. Making it dark in the room. His reason for doing this was impure. He knew Michael's only fear was darkness. The minute he got into the covers he felt Michael's hands taking a cling on his. "Why did you blow on the candle? "
Arthur held him to his chest. "Because I wanted you like this"
Michael narrowed his eyes. "You wanted me scared?"
Arthur shamelessly nodded. "It's the best way I could think of to get you like this. You're always so strong. So overprotective. I also should do something. I also should feel like I'm protecting you from something. And that's how I feel when you cuddle up like this to me. When I feel your heart beating faster and when you grab at my arms making sure I am holding you. It makes me feel so very wonderful. That at least I'm not so useless. Even the greatest knight in the kingdom sees a use for me."
This made Michael to hold onto Arthur even tighter. "When have I said you are useless? When has anyone told you that? And if you wanted me to cuddle up to you. To hold onto your arms you should have asked me to. I would have done it without even being scared of the darkness."
The king of Emerald softly chuckled. "Hmm. Really?"
Michael nodded into Arthur's chest. " I can do anything for you "
The king's hand went lower than it has ever traveled on Michael's back. His hand landed on Michael's ass cheeks. Rubbing at them with his large hand. "Anything?"
Michael gasped when he felt Arthur's hand there. But he didn't panic. Even when the hand got inside of his sleep trousers. Sliding down to his ass hole. As if waiting for his answer the hand stayed there unmoving. Michael looked up to Arthur's eyes. Even if it was dark Arthur's emerald green eyes always shined brightening up Michael's heart. "I can do anything. Even this"
That was all it took for one finger to be inserted into the tight virgin hole. In and out it went. All in preparing Michael for what was to come next. Michael winced when the third finger got in. Arthur was too consumed by desire to even hear the wince. And Michael was thankful. He knew if Arthur had heard it he would have probably stopped. And that would be very painful and unsatisfying for the both of them.
When the fingers were pulled out Michael whined his ass hole feeling like something had been taken away from it.
"Turn around" the king ordered and like a good and obedient subject Michael turned immediately. He heard the king spitting into his hand. Michael knew this would so hurt. But he was ready for it . Ready for the pain. In fact he wanted the pain. He craved it. He needed it.
"Are you sure you want me inside you?" This was a question asked by a man who was restraining his instinct of just pouncing into the man his body craved for.
"I am sure" Michael's breath was gaspy and it showed his desperation for this. He felt his trousers being pulled down. Not way down just down enough for the king to insert his manhood in the tight hole that seemed to want to swallow him whole just at the first thrust. He held Michael's hips in place. As he slowly made love to him. Not what he had done to his wife. His wife was just a reason to a means. Michael. Michael was so much more.
He has loved this man since the first time he met him. He never loved anyone but him. " mhm" those were Michael's soft moans to every thrust he was given by the king.
Their love making was silent but it could not go unnoticed by the red moonlight. This was a night of great joy to married couples. Because everyone who became intimate with each other right at this moment would be blessed by this night. Blessed with a child.
The king did not know this. He was supposed to. His teachers had taught him this in his schooling years. His royal mother (stepmother ) had taught him this. He never listened because he was too busy chasing after Michael in everything. Michael had been cautious about him then. He had not wanted to associate himself with royalty. He didn't want to be treated like a servant. Michael was of course drawn to Arthur like everyone else. He was the prince then.
One day at school Arthur had had enough of Michael's constant running from him. He had followed him to the school's playground now. "I am not going to chase after you again!" He shouted knowing that Michael could hear him.
The others in the playground were afraid to stay there because they knew of the king's bipolar behavior. Right now he was mean the next day he would be kind. He was really a strange prince. He wanted no guards. No one following him around like he should be.
Michael stood in front of Arthur. "I don't care. I will be happy if you'd stop"
"Finally. I get to see you up close" he has always seen Michael from far away. Every time he wanted a closer look Michael would run away. He smiled getting even closer to Michael. Touching his face. "You're really beautiful"
Michael shivered at Arthur's touch. "You shouldn't touch people you do not know" he warned removing Arthur's hand from his face.
Arthur's smile widened. " feisty too."
"You said you'd stop chasing after me."
"I did. And I'm not chasing after you anymore. I am going to follow you around now. Like this" he placed his arm on his shoulder. " Now I'll always be with you. Forever. "
Those memories were a bitter taste in Michael's mouth. Then Arthur had promised him forever. Now. He was going to be gone in two years. That wasn't forever. If it was then forever was very short.
Arthur kissed his lips as he let his seed to spill inside of Michael. Michael knew it wouldn't drip out. Not tonight. Tonight his body would accept the seed. And if the red moonlight was really as the legends said it was it would give him Arthur's child. An heir for the kingdom...another one.
Like a vulture Michael ate the remains of the cake. It was too delicious for him to leave it just at a slice. That was why he ate the whole thing. It was a cake meant for the king. His mother had baked it especially just for the king who she knew had a sweet tooth. Her son and the king had been best friends for a very long time. This gave the cunning woman to know everything she had to know about the great king. His dislikes and likes were in her memory. Even sleeping she would tell you how he liked his tea and how he hated his meat."Mother what did you put in this? It's really good", he complimented as he licked his fingers making sure there was no lingering taste. "No wonder Arthur loves it so much ."His mother had not said a word just looked at her son. Observing him with her sharp eyes. He had not noticed this before. He had been too concerned in what he was eating than on his mother who was known of her unstoppable tongue. She could speak until you the one who was l
Arthur smiled. Joking was allowed. People could play with things. Maybe Michael thought he could play about this too. "Mike let's go to sleep. You must be tired". Michael's face changed. "Sleep?! Arthur did you not hear me? I am pregnant! I am carrying your baby! And you're telling me about sleep. I'm not sleeping. I am going to stand here until you hear me.""Mike what are you saying? And why are you shouting? I have two ears. And I am here standing in front of you tell me calmly what is happening."Michael took Arthur's hand. Taking it to his stomach. "This is your child. You placed him there.""You are serious?" Arthur asked now taking this whole thing very seriously. "Mike you can't joke with things like this""Would I really joke with something like this?! Don't you know me Arthur?" He pushed the king away from him. Turning to walk away only to be stopped by Arthur who held him from behind. "I'm sorry. Sorry that I am stupid. Sorry that I didn't believe you. Everythi
She was sure that her grandson was alright. He wouldn't be hurt by something so little. But she had to be sure. But even saw she had to check to make sure that truly everything was as it should with the little prince. She felt with her hands on Michael's stomach. Michael was biting at his finger nails. He bit his finger nails when he was nervous. As she had thought. Nothing was wrong with the baby. But she didn't say that to her son. "Do you see what you almost cost?!""What? Mom did I hurt him?" His eyes were blinking rapidly. His breathing going on overdrive. "Will he be okay? It's just been a week. ..will he-"Mona immediately regretted playing with her son like this. "Sorry dear. I was just making sure you won't do it again. You might not get this lucky next time. ""So he's fine?""Yes as healthy as can be."Michael threw a cookie to his mother's direction. "Mona don't do that! What if I had a heart attack here?" He brushed his not yet visible stomach. Glad th
Michael heard the screams upstairs. The midwives were there with Riya. Arthur continued to wrap Michael into his arms as they cuddled on the bed. "Arthur your wife is in labour" he reminded. "So?""What do you mean so? She is your wife. She is giving birth to your son. Your heir. The heir to the kingdom. You should be there."Arthur kissed Michael's neck. "Too kind. "Michael did not understand people telling him this. He wasn't kind just sensitive to things that happened around him."That woman has midwives looking after her she is going to be fine. Plus I married her because she is strong enough not to die in childbirth."Michael breathed holding his stomach. "Auh..hn""What is wrong?" Arthur asked quickly. Worry on his features. He and Michael sat up on bed. Michael held his hand. "Arthur call my mother.""What is happening? Are you okay?"'Ahh!" Michael screamed again. Squeezing Arthur's hand. "Call my mom! "Mona was a midwife. Michael didn't want anyone else helping
Two months later..."Garry my beautiful baby." Michael kissed the baby on his arms. As Arthur presented them to the crowd of people that came to witness this. "It's been long overdue. Too bad it took me almost dying and getting married to a sea witch to realize that I had everything I needed right next to me. My everything. My husband. And my co-king. I love you Michael." Yet again he made Michael blush without even trying. "I do not care about your opinions on the matter. All I wanted to address is that this man right here. This special gift that the gods have given me gave me a son. An heir. Your future king." The people went silent. Listening to their king's words. None spoke anything. Some had already accepted it. That this was how their kingdom would be now. It would be run by two kings. And that was that. But others were still stubborn stuck in the old ways as if they would help them move ahead in life. But nonetheless no one stopped the king's speech. "I give
Bang! The beating now didn't even have feeling to Harty now. He was used to it. His father's leather belt was just like one of his own now. Every lash that used to make him cry out in pain now felt like a pain that would eventually go away. He endured some more of the lashes. Not really paying attention how many they were. His father Oscar Declan was upset because yet another wife left him. Now he was unleashing all his frustrations on his son like always. "It is your fault! It has always been your fault!" He threw out insults like this all the time. "If you hadn't killed your mother I would be happy now!"Harty's mother died during childbirth. His father has always blamed him for it. As if he was at fault. As if he had something to do with his birth. It was not his fault his mother couldn't live longer than a few hours after his birth. It is not his fault that his father had to raise him himself. It's not his fault that every marriage after that has been nothing but a n
Harty looked at Justin. "I love you". He didn't plan this. He didn't even know that he would say it. But his mouth had just opened and it had just gotten him off guard by just saying one of his great desires like that. Just as if they weren't locked inside his heart for such a long time that even if he had to look for them to time to time. But today they escaped him so freely. They must have been tired of being suppressed and shut down every time they wanted to be let out. Now he had told the one he loved that he loved him. How would Justin take this? Justin didn't make any reactions. Making Harty continue. "I have loved you since a very long time now. Seeing Michael and the king has just made me angry that I can't have what they have. I'm jealous. I also want to-" he stopped himself from continuing. This was his best friend. The one who always had his back. How could he do this? How could he say such things. Right? No. This was wrong. Wrong to put Justin in such a situ
Justin watched Harty as he slept. He seemed so peaceful even though he was sleeping on the floor. The cold floor that Justin wished he could replace with a bed. But he couldn't change anything now. It was already done.They had already joined. United in every way possible. Justin kissed Harty's sleeping forehead. "I love you so much." He wasn't kidding about not wanting him to go away from him. He wanted to keep Harty safe. With him. Forever. He wanted Oscar Declan to be permanently out of the picture. He wanted Harty to never be hurt by that man whether physically or emotionally. But of course Harty is stubborn. Justin does not know how many times he had asked him to just finally agree to live with him only for a little while. Every time he refused. Telling Justin that his father would always be his father no matter what. It infuriated Justin because every time Harty said that he looked like he had given up. As if he was believing his father's words more and