The king sat at his throne, watching as his servants scurried about. He gave a long sigh, standing.
"I'll be in my quarters. No one disturb me." His sentence was short and commanding. Even though no one answered though, he knew they had heard him. He walked down the dark halls, yellow eyes piercing through the darkness. Eventually, he came to a large, decorative door. He opened it, stepping inside the large room. The windows were high and small, allowing nothing to enter, or escape. He smirked under his helmet.
"If you continue hiding from me, then you will not enjoy your punishment..." He called out to the room, yet there was no movement to be seen. Oh, he knew exactly where the other ways, but hiding angered him.
Behind the desk, in a small, very cramped space, was hiding a blue haired boy, trying to stop shaking in fear. He removed his shackles, about to escape but then he returned early.
"Johan, if you don't come out right now, you know just what will happen." He was walking toward the desk, his gold and leather boots tapping on the floor very lightly, and Johan held his breath. The king stood in front of it, and Johan knew he was about to be caught, yet he still remained there.
"Fine then, have it your way." Johan felt the gloved hand wrap around his neck, and roughly dragging him out of his hiding spot. He made and attempt to cry out, but the man only restricted his airway even further. "I warned you now didn't I?" He taunted, and Johan stared back at the masked face. He whimpered slightly, unable to make another sound. "And it looks like the chains are off. You broke them didn't you?" He chuckled, "I suppose this means I'll have to find something stronger to hold you..." The helmet's face protector was removed and his face was shone. Johan hated his face. He hated how beautiful it was, how handsome his tormentor was.
The man's eyes were looking at him softly, but a twisted smirk was on his face. He picked Johan off the ground, then tossed him carelessly, watching him slide across the ground until he hit the edge of his bed. Johan choked and panted, trying to get air into his lungs. The king walked toward him, and Johan tried to back away, finding no way to escape. He was then lifted again, dragged up by his hair.
"What do you think I should to with you now, Johan?" The king whispered to him, Johan felt tears stinging his eyes. Every time, the king's punishment grew worse, and by now, he was fearing death. "I asked" He tugged harshly at his hair "you a question, and I expect you to answer it."
"Please..." Johan cried, falling limp while he was held. He glanced down at him. "Please stop Haou..." Another smirk.
"You should have thought about that before you tried escaping Johan." He purred, yanking his head up so he could see the other's face. Haou's smirk only grew.
"I love to see you like this Johan, to see you crying, begging for mercy." Haou gripped the delicate face in his hands. "It reminds me why I haven't killed you yet." Johan's eye then widened as the kings face grew closer to his rapidly, and a harsh, bruising kiss was on his lips. He clawed at the gloved hands, trying to struggle out of the hold, but Haou gripped his hair, and moved his other hand to hold Johan's face as he drove his tongue into his mouth. Johan screamed into Haou mouth, beating his fists against the armor but it did nothing to stop him.
Johan felt his head swimming, black spots appearing in vision, and a familiar stinging in his chest. He was panting, trying to suck enough air into his body through his nose, but was soon getting dizzier, clawing weakly at Haou, before he pulled away, and Johan gasped for breath, trying to give his body the oxygen it needed. Haou's smirk didn't falter.
"Now then, my little Johan" He leaned into his ear, "Are you going to try and escape again?"
"N-No... Haou..."
"Good, because if you try your punishment will be worse. But you are aware of that, aren't you?" Johan nodded his head.
"H-Haou... Why did you-"
"Because," He looked down at Johan face, stroking it softly before threading into his hair, pulling it. He listening to the sweet cry that escaped Johan's mouth, a sadistic grin on his face. He leaned toward his ear slowly. "I'll take whatever I want from you, Johan."