Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, sadly but true.

A/N This is a Christian/Jericho AU and it has themes that could make you uncomfortable, don't tell later I didn't warn you. Other than that I hope you enjoy this little product of my wicked imagination.

BTW, time and place in this story is made up and let's say that the characters are younger that what they really are xD

Viva La Vida

"The King has requested you lad, make haste and tend him"

Christian heard the voice roar from somewhere behind him and froze for a moment, the silence that followed such an ominous request ringing in his ear. He along the rest of his brother in arms were having a late supper after practice; they were all tired and the only reason they were at the hall eating was because they needed all their strength for more training on the morrow.

The life of a warrior for the Kingdom was not an easy one; when there were no tasks for them to attend there was practice, when there was no practice there was war.

Now to make matters worse The King was calling for one of his brothers; he didn't have to be in the high council to be aware that nothing good could come out of that, it was no secret that The King has been in a foul mood for the last fortnight.

So feeling for his brother but glad he was not the one being called upon, he swallowed down his bread and chased it down with a gulp of water.

Once the dining hall went back to normalcy he was going to skip to his room and maybe, just if he was lucky he could go and see Trish doing her chores.

"Are you deaf? Don't keep The King waiting" The voice that has been speaking from behind came closer and before Christian could look back someone smacked him hard in the head and thus made him spill all the water from his cup onto himself.

He cringed, his instinct telling him to duck away before he could be smacked again but his mind telling him not to do it because the consequences would be worse if he did. He took the hit without complaining… feeling a sense of dread forming in the pit of his stomach because the blow only meant he was the one been summoned.

He got to his feet, his face showing no indication that his insides were turning to water or that his legs felt like rubble while his heart was racing madly inside his chest.

What affair could The King want with him? As far as he could remember he hadn't done anything to make himself noticed or something that granted a summoning from The King himself…

Whatever it was he would find out soon, because for better or for worse his legs were already carrying him out of the hall, his eyes refusing to meet the eyes of his brothers as he went by because he knew they were all pitying him.

He ignored them and walked out, not even the giant called the Big Show, the one that came to the hall to look up for him followed him.

He moved along, trying to push the feeling of doom that was eating his entrails out of his being… his King was a hard king but as of yet no one could say he was a despot against his own; and he was not only one of his own, he was one of his most trusted warriors.

That way, forcing his mind to keep positives thoughts he made his way through the dark corridors of the castle, the more he approached The Royal chambers the less people he found on his way.

It was dark and he felt as if he was walking through a desolate castle; only a scarce number of The King's security could be seen in that part of the building, none of them spared him more than a glance.

'Maybe he wants to give me a special task' He thought to himself; a few years ago The King requested a handful of warriors to search the castle for secret passages; he asked for them by name and he formed part of the chosen ones.

But somehow this felt different… this time he only called for him.

Once in front of the double doors that lead into the chambers, Christian stopped by the guards and without having to utter a word they let him pass. When he was inside they closed the doors and locked him to his luck.

"My King" He said going down to his knee. He has never been inside The King's own personal chambers and just to make sure he did the same reverence he was supposed to do at court… even if he hadn't even seen The King.

He waited, his eyes glued to the marble floor as seconds flew by.

"Stand up warrior; I'm in no mood for formalities"

Christian obeyed at once but kept his gaze down, only by his tone he could say The King was indeed in a foul mood and he didn't want to enrage him even more.

"You summoned me My King, I'm at your service" The words came automatically, his lips used to utter them while in his presence.

The King snorted and out of the corner of his eye Christian saw him approach. "Didn't I tell you that I'm in no mood for formalities?" He said, walking pass the young warrior and leaving behind the echo of his steps.

Christian ventured to look up, not knowing what to expect but hesitant to press the subject; how could he urge The King into telling him what he wanted?

When his eyes found him, The King was standing in front of him, holding a golden goblet in his hand while he stared at him; he looked away quickly in discomfort.

A goblet, clear indication that The King has been drinking, that was the best sign that the Gods were not smiling to him that night.

Drinking was habit the King has taken recently and everyone whispered how bad it suited him…

"You have been in the Brotherhood since when?" Asked The King and even when he was back at staring to the floor Christian could feel the weight of blonde man's eyes through him.

"I've been training since I was a lad but I only made it into The Brotherhood at my coming of age"

"That couldn't have been too long ago…"

Christian swallowed hard, wondering if The King was questioning his dedication and loyalty to The Kingdom just because he wasn't one of the older guys… "Three winters had passed my King"

The other man chuckled, took a sip of his spiced wine and took a few steps closer to the warrior. "Three winters ago isn't that much"

The younger man didn't reply, he may be young but he knew well enough when to bite his tongue and keep quiet. It was true that he hasn't been in the Brotherhood for long but he planned to dedicate his life to it and if he was lucky he would die being a warrior to his king.

"I've been King long before you started training, but you probably know that. I've had this weight upon my shoulders since a tender age… can you imagine such a burden?"

Christian shook his head. "I don't My King, I'm just a man and people like me wouldn't understand nor imagine how it would be to carry such a burden. That's why we have you, to lead us"

Snorting, the King drank all the contents of his goblet and threw it away. "Of course you can't… but then again I'm only a man myself, a man looking for the truth. So tell me kid, what do you know about your brothers uprising against me?"

At that Christian looked up, his face holding a surprised look because the thought of the Brotherhood uprising against the King was a notion he couldn't comprehend. "My King, such a thing as the Brotherhood uprising is unthinkable. We are bound to you by oath…"

"Bugger that!" The King shouted. "I piss over your oath; people have been breaking oaths and betraying Kings since the first men walked the earth. You want me to believe your sacred oaths for a King while women break vows made to their husbands? I say bugger your oaths!"

Christian opened his mouth but closed it again, the King was looking beyond mad and he didn't want to feed more anger into him. But, there was the matter of what he said; he trusted all his brothers and the possibility that even one of them could betray the King was impossible.

But then, changing his mood drastically the King laughed. "Christian…" He walked to him, his fake smile making the younger man to feel uneasy. "How loyal are you?"

"I'm loyal to The Kingdom and to you My King, if one of my brothers was indeed betraying you I'll be the first one to inform you" He recited the words, knowing full well that they were expected from him.

The King nodded, watching Christian carefully. "You say that, but how do I know you are not the one betraying me?"

"Your Majesty… I would never…" He stopped there, not finding the words to continue. After a while he gulped and went on. "I'm a man of The Kingdom; I would never do anything that would harm you"

The King walked even closer and grabbed Christian's chin in his hand, forcing him to look into his eyes.

He couldn't lie to himself, he was antsy because the eyes that were digging into his own were those of the King, a man above everything and everyone…

"Take of your clothes"

Christian opened his eyes as wide as he could. "My King…"

"Do what I say, keep true to that oath you hold so close to your heart" He said walking away and taking off the thin robe that was covering his royal frame.

Taking a deep breath and changing his face into a stoic mask, Christian began to do as he was told. He undressed, putting his clothes down on the floor once he was bared of all.

He stood there, trying to figure out what was going on…

"I'm surrounded by fools and adulators… and to tell you the truth I worry the most about adulators. They recite their learned words while their minds plot against me. It has come to a point where I can't even trust the Queen… I'm having a difficult time telling them apart"

Christian absorbed the words, standing like one of the statues in the training yard while the King stood behind him, his royal hand coming to rest against his tense stomach and sliding further down.

And as his fingers went down to wrap around his manhood Christian could do nothing but to remain still, wishing the King would stop touching him…

But what could he do? He just held his breath and begged his body to stop responding… it didn't obeyed him, a combination of the lazy strokes and the knowledge that it was The King's hand touching him down there had an odd effect in him.

"Why should I trust you, when I can't give that privilege to the Queen?"

Before Christian could reply, The King pushed him against the wall, once there he cornered him and without warning he pushed his sex into him.

Christian bit hard on his lips, hard enough to draw blow. The sudden invasion was not only degrading to him, it was also painful to a certain point.

"Which of your brothers plots against me?" The King asked, pulling out of him just to enter him once more, stretching him.

"No one" Christian panted, closing his eyes as The King repeated himself into him. This was unheard of, he has never heard of this kind of punishment and he was sure it was frown by the Gods. "None of them…"

He didn't even know why he was being punished when he has done nothing but being loyal.

The King responded by pushing even deeper, tearing out a gasp out of him that he wished he could take back. After all he was a warrior of the Brotherhood and he could take this and more…

"You are not lying to me are you?" The King asked grabbing him by the waist so he could start pounding into him with more impetus. "Lying to the King is considered high treason"

Christian smacked his head against the wall, gasping as he felt The King's sex bury all the way inside of him, sending a stab of pleasure all through his body that made him feel ashamed and confused.

"Tell me" The King panted, his tone husky and his breathing coming in short gasps.

"I'm not…" Christian couldn't finish his sentence, instead of words a strangled moan came out of his parted lips as The King kneaded his behind, spreading him under his gaze while he did the most unimaginable act ever… for some reason that made his mind go fuzzy and before he could help it he moaned and spilled his seed all over the King's wall.

He trembled, his face aflame and his own manhood throbbing and spilling as the King went on with his inexplicable sweet punishment.

What was happening was beyond anything he could ever imagine…

Then The King gasped and when his mind registered what was really happening he was already marked, royal seed shot inside of him.

The King trusted into him a few more times and then pulled off, not saying a word and just sitting in his velvet sofa.

Christian saw this, gathered his clothes and began to dress in silence. Were the Gods going to punish him? They shouldn't, after all they had named The King and they knew well enough that he was bound to do as the King pleased.

How could a man chose between his Gods and his King?

Once clothed and feeling his behind burning and aching, Christian gathered the courage to speak. "Does the King need me for something more?"

Jericho, the young King as he was called by his followers as well as his enemies, responded without opening his eyes. "Bring me more wine"

Christian obeyed, limping as he walked towards the goblet and then filling it with the fierce liquid. He put it at the table in front of his King.

"Anything else, your Majesty"

The naked man in the sofa brushed him off and he took that as his cue to leave, but when he was at the door he was called upon.

"Find out who is plotting against me and report it to me"

"Yes, your Majesty" With that Christian left, walking in discomfort as best as he could until he reached his own chamber. Inside he silently washed himself and when there was no trace of the King in him he went to bed.

"Christian? What did the King wanted?"

The blonde man got in his bed and covered himself with the blanket. He didn't want to look at the man who shared his room, one of his brothers. In fact, he didn't want to face anybody, he felt tainted…

"Nothing, he was drunk and couldn't find his ring… he wanted me to find it"

His brother laughed. "By the Gods, if he keeps drinking like that he's going to lose his crown or something… he can even lose the throne"

"Don't talk like that Edge, you can get in trouble" He said thinking on the King's hunt. Edge was bold in his speak but Christian knew his heart was as loyal as his.

"Not if you don't tell…" He replied.

"Whatever. Just get some sleep" Christian said, knowing that he wasn't getting any sleep after what just happened but either way he closed his eyes…

TBC?