Greed and Pride
Summary: The two most powerful men of Albion have become quite good pals after Logan's execution. Though, up-coming circumstances demand choices...and choices can be quite painful. PrinceXOCXReaver.
Author's Note: I have seen a lot of FemSparrow/PrincessXReaver fan fictions...but not too many fan fictions with a male hero in it. Granted, there are some that are out there that do have a male Sparrow and Prince as the main character, but there aren't a lot. So, it made me want to write one with a male Hero! Plus, I threw in an OC, which I also don't see a lot of...then again, I suppose the Princess/Prince/Sparrow characters would fall under some form of "OC" category...I think :/ Just to clear the tension, the OC is not a Mary Sue and not some "hidden Hero". She has her flaws, which will be quite obvious when she's introduced in later chapters, and is definitely not a "pretty-pretty-princess".
Anyway, please enjoy this! :3 Reviews are appreciated and loved~!
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DISCLAIMER: In this story, there will be chapters that have massive amounts of violence/gore/blood, rape, sex, orgies, abuse, and strong language. Sorry if any of this offends you ^_^; but I like to write about the darker side of life. I will put a warning about what each chapter will hold and will warn you if any of the sexual scenes go into detail or if they cut off when someone's all naked.
Sorry I forgot to put that up there when this was first publish D: It completely slipped my mind.
Anyway, this story will have...Rape with no details on the sex.
Chapter One: An Unsuspecting Alignment
Logan was dead. In his place ruled Johnathan, youngest son of Albion's first Hero Queen. The young king had made many promises on the path to overthrowing his brother, and he did not plan on fulfilling any of them. Johnathan had never intended on upholding his word in the first place; he had only signed the contracts so he could have the army he had desperately needed to get rid of Logan.
When his older brother had told the whole court about the impending Darkness that was coming to Albion, Johnathan knew he could not spend the kingdom's wealth on every proposal brought up; then again, he did not plan on spending much of the wealth at all, regardless of the approaching Darkness. The only two things he had spent the kingdom's money on were the guards' budget, since fighting bandits every mile got so boring,and to remove the drinking limit, for obvious reasons.
Needless to say, the young King's choices had made Reaver a richer man. And when Reaver gets more money he becomes a very happy man.
So happy, in fact, that he paid a visit to Bowerstone Castle on his own accord with no intentions of business.
"Your majesty, please listen to me!" Walter pleaded, bracing himself on a table littered with books and journals. "You cannot continue to act like this! The year is almost out and most of Albion is doubting you as a King!"
Johnathan, who was sitting comfortably in a very luxurious chair, stared at his mentor with dark eyes. "Then let them doubt."
The older man watched, with disbelief on his face, as the King stood up. "Surely you have some underlying plan, Johnathan."
The King's black eyes seemed to glow from beneath his shaggy red bangs. Once those eyes had been green and full of life; now they were dark pits that only showed the tip the young man's lack of morality.
"I don't," Johnathan admitted, making his way slowly and casually to his mentor. "They may doubt me now, but once the Darkness has been defeated, the people will celebrate my name!" He clasped Walter by his giant shoulders and stared at the older man's face. It looked so weary, so tired ever since they had left Aurora. The King's mind felt the same way, and he knew the only way to rid them both of this exhaustion was to destroy the Crawler and its 'children' for good. "You and I know what this thing can do to the kingdom. If I let our defenses down, the number of graves will be far greater than the number of living! If I cannot keep Albion's army fed and growing, then there will be no Albion left to fight for!"
Walter opened his mouth, probably to try to convince the king that there was a better way to save Albion's people, but the doors to the War Room opened quite violently.
"My, what a sorry day to spend sulking around!" Reaver waltzed in, wearing his typical white coat and trousers, and dark top hat. In one gloved hand was his walking stick and in the other was a large bottle of what appeared to be wine.
Hobson followed in as quickly as his short legs could carry him, huffing along the way. "I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty! H-he com...pletely ignored the guards...and myself...I told him...y-you were busy." The butler took quick breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart and throbbing lungs.
The King did not look away from the man in white. Even though he had agreed with all of Reaver's proposals, he still did not trust the man. Forcing two souls to fight for their lives in an arena might not be the worst thing the head of Bowerstone Industrial was capable of. And that bottle of wine might be his newest weapon.
With the rise of the King's hand, Hobson took a deep breath and stood up straight. Black eyes never left the blue devious ones that were looking back at him, "You may leave now, Hobson." The pudgy butler bowed before leaving the War Room, closing the double doors quietly on his way out. Johnathan did not let his unexpected guest get a gleeful word in, "What are you doing here? In case you don't know, or can't remember, I have a war to plan for."
"Straight to business, how admirable," Reaver chuckled, leaning casually on his staff. "Well, seeing as how being a king didn't work out too well for your brother, I thought I would see if you were doing any better."
Just the mention of Logan made Johnathan's skin crawl and jaw tighten. It took most of his will power to not holler at this arrogant man. "And...is my performance up to par with your standards?"
"So far, yes." The man strolled over to the table Walter was at and pushed the books and papers aside to make room for the wine bottle. "Though, perhaps if you took a break for a few hours, you wouldn't look so tired."
"This is ridiculous!" Walter grumbled quite loudly. "The King has too many problems to solve and too many battles to prepare for. Leave now or I will have the guards escort you out!"
Reaver scoffed and faced the old soldier, "I am not asking for His Majesty to blow off the next two weeks. I'm merely asking that he spends a few hours enjoying some fine wine."
The soldier shook his head and looked about ready to punch that smug look off Reaver's face; he probably would have too had Johnathan not spoken up. "How do I know you haven't poisoned it?"
For a moment, the two men locked eyes and a type of understanding passed between them. Reaver might be a greedy bastard, but he would not want the responsibility that came with being a King. And though Johnathan took great pride in being Albion's Hero King, he enjoyed doing whatever his mind and body felt like doing.
Without a word, the head of Bowerstone Industrial looked around the room until he found three glasses. After opening the bottle of aged alcohol, he only filled one glass with its red-violet contents. With only a few large gulps, Reaver drank every drop of wine in his glass. He stood still, staring at Albion's King. Very slowly, the two men smiled from ear-to-ear and soon, Johnathan began to laugh. The bottle had been unopened, until recently, and the man who had offered it took the first drink. It was an odd way to form trust, but stranger things have happened enough for Johnathan to overlook it.
"Alright," the King grinned after his laughter had subsided, "I'll take a small break."
Reaver bowed his head, "An excellent decision, Your Majesty." As he poured a glass for the King, the man glanced at Walter's infuriated face and asked in a mocking tone, "Would you like some too?"
"Absolutely not!" Walter hollered before turning to the young King, "Your Majesty, you cannot let yourself become distracted like this! Not when there are more important matters to attend to!"
"You know, Logan never did go out much," Reaver spoke absently and handed Johnathan a full glass. "In fact, I don't think he went out at all. He always locked himself away in some part of the castle, stressing over contracts, armies, and all these life-changing decisions. No matter how many times I invited him to my parties, he never showed up."
Johnathan smirked through his glass. "I don't blame him, considering you had bloody balverines at your last party." He downed a mouthful of wine and took pleasure in the slight burn in his throat. It had been too long since he had indulged in such a luxury; he simply hadn't the time to go out and buy a few bottles from the tavern lately.
The business man ignored the King's statement and continued, "My point is, if you keep working yourself like this, without a simple break or two, you'll drive yourself mad. Just take a look at my workers! I work them to the bone and I've had to fire a good handful of them for having gone completely insane."
Walter shook his head at Reaver's argument and turned to the King, "Your Majesty..." He tried to plead, but he could tell that the young man was already hooked. With a final glare at Reaver, the soldier grumbled, "Very well. I will return when you summon for me, Your Highness." The older man stormed out, making sure to slam the door when he left the room.
"Well," Reaver started, "isn't he a bit snippy."
"He'll get over it," Johnathan downed the rest of his glass before filling it back up. If Walter had been able to get over Johnathan's first murder, he could certainly get over this.
Between the two of them, they emptied the entire bottle within the hour. Needless to say, the alcohol caused Johnathan to act a little intoxicated. Luckily for him, Reaver made sure he did not leave the room to embarrass himself in public.
In fact, Reaver was doing his best to hold the young man back by the belt of his trousers. "You shouldn't go outside the room like this, Your Majesty," Reaver said through a grin and laugh; not even he was immune to the wine's side effects. "You could fall down the stairs."
"Stairs. Bah! I can...take 'em," It was then that Johnathan leaned back in his stance just as his companion pulled his trousers. The young man fell on the businessman, forcing the two to fall on the floor. A drunken laugh came from Johnathan as he sat between Reaver's legs, who was not at all displeased about their position.
"Now would be a good time to have a woman," The young man said as leaned back into Reaver's chest, "Don't you think so? We would be able to have that private party you invited me and Page to." The King tilted his head back far enough to look up at the other man's face.
Reaver's top hat had fallen off, revealing the mass of thick, wavy, black hair. Gloved fingers began to snake their way through the bright red locks of hair that belonged to the King. The red royal face tattoo seemed to glow against his pale complexion; either that, or the glow was from using too much Will magic. "We can still have that private party," Reaver smirked, "except it'll be just the two of us."
Johnathan gave him a confused look before chuckling, "I don't think I'm drunk enough to let that happen."
It was quite amusing to listen to Albion's almighty ruler speak like this. He had first assumed that Johnathan would turn out to be just like Logan:
Serious, cold, slightly insane, and overall no fun at all.
But to see the young man allow himself to get a little drunk and enjoy the current moment made Reaver a bit relieved. He may still have a chance at bedding a royal family member. Not that he had any strong feelings for the lad, but it had always been a personal goal of his the moment Sparrow had passed away. She had been a stubborn bitch and was not one who would allow herself to be raped without a fight. Never before had he met a woman who had flat-out refused to sleep with him, the infamous Pirate King, the Reaver! So, he figured the next best thing was to bed at least one of her two children; and if he were able to have sex with both, then it would be a bonus!
Of course, now that Logan was dead he would have to settle with the young lad that was nestled between his legs and resting on his chest. If only he had brought some more wine...
"Your Majesty?" A blonde maid peeked into the room, "I heard something fall...are you alright?" As she entered the War Room, looking for her master, Reaver felt the mischievous grin form on the young man's face.
"I'm over here," Johnathan called out to her. She followed his voice obediently and let out an embarrassed gasp when she saw the two on top of each other. Though, the King reached a hand out to her and smiled, "Please, come join us."
The girl hesitated, her fingers playing with the purple fabric of her uniform. "I-I don't think that is very wise, Your Highness..."
He shook his head and beckoned her over with his hand, "It's alright. I won't bite." Reaver watched with an amused grin as the girl walked slowly over to them. Just a bit closer and she would not be able to escape them...
The moment her fingers touched the King's palm, he pulled her down to the floor. She landed clumsily on top of her master, which just added an uncomfortable pressure to the bottom man's groin. Before she could let out words of protest, Johnathan covered her mouth with his lips and began to kiss her savagely. She managed to push away from him enough to gasp for air and speak her piece.
"Please Your Majesty, let me go! I-I don't want to-"
Johnathan groaned in aggravation before rolling his eyes. "Look love, it's quite simple. You either do as I say, no questions asked and with little resistance. Or my friend here," he nodded his head back to Reaver, "can kill you and get away with it. It's your choice."
The grin on Reaver's face grew bigger. It was always nice to know other people used death threats to get their way; especially when it was people of status and power who made the threats. He wrapped an arm around Johnathan's midsection before resting his chin on his shoulder. "You'd better do what he says," Reaver spoke to the frightened maid calmly as he reached for his precious Dragonstomper .48. He pulled the pistol out of its harness before pressing the end of the barrel against her head. "You won't be the first woman I've killed."
Tears dripped from her eyes out of pure fear and her breathing became heavy. The two men could practically hear the adrenaline being pumped through her veins. Very hurriedly, she grasped the King's face with both hands before forcing herself to kiss him. With a satisfied smile, Reaver put the gun away and watched as the two began the foreplay to their private party.
Johnathan awoke to movement in his bed. Still exhausted from last night's three-way, he only managed to open one eye to see what was going on. The blonde maid was hurrying to put her purple outfit back on while trying not to let her sobs be too loud. The young man grinned to himself in pride. He had never had sex with a virgin before until last night. He laid still, both eyes closed, and just drifted in and out of sleep. Last night had been quite good and would have been better if the damn girl had not cried so much. Luckily for him, no one had interrupted their fun; then again if anyone had, he would have just borrowed Reaver's pistol and kill the intruder. Or invite them to join. Either way, he would have had fun doing it.
Another body shifted in the bed before jolting upright. The sudden movement made Johnathan's eyes pop wide open, only to see Reaver sitting up and tossing the blankets off of him. The young man was still a little shocked to see another man's naked body, but he quickly got over it when he saw what had disturbed the other man's sleep. There was a large blood stain on the white satin cotton sheets, which undoubtedly had been the result of the maid's loss of virginity.
The businessman man let out a sigh and rubbed the side of his face, "I almost forgot that that's what happens when you sleep with a virgin. They always leave behind such a mess..."
Johnathan glared at the stain before turning to Reaver, "We should do something like that more often."
The other man made a humming noise, acknowledging that he had heard the words, and began to put his clothes back on whenever he found the appropriate article. "Oh yes. Though, seeing as how we're both going to be busy men for the next two weeks, our visits may have to be short."
"I'm alright with that," Johnathan mumbled as he stretched out on his bed, making sure to avoid the blood.
"Though," Reaver added and poked the young King's side with his staff, the cold metal making the naked man twitch away from it. "You will have to visit me from time-to-time. It wouldn't be quite fair if I'm the one who has to do all the traveling. And you know those guards are no good at fighting off balverines when they invade Millfield. No matter how many of those monsters I kill there's always one that manages to rip my clothes..." He began to ramble idly about how he hated to spend money on mending his favorite clothes, stopping only when he was fully dressed. Johnathan was still in bed, still naked, and still tired even when Reaver retrieved his top hat from the War Room. "Well, tatty-bye little boy. I look forward to our next meeting."
The King would have shot a glare at the businessman had he not been so lazy at the time. An hour must have gone by before Rascal, the Border Collie, began to lick at the man's hand. With an aggravated grumbled, the King forced himself out of bed and proceeded to put on his scattered clothes. Once that was done, he set out to search for the maid he had had fun with, whom he found scrubbing the floor by a decorative suit of armor.
He kicked at her foot to get her attention. The moment she recognized him, her face became red and her limbs shook as she stood up. "My Lord," she managed a small curtsy, her eyes never looking at him.
"You made a mess in my bed," Johnathan stated simply, "clean it up. And make sure you get all of the stains out."
"Yes, My Lord," she mumbled.
Without another word, he turned on his heels and walked away, ignoring the choked sobs that came from the blonde.
In two weeks, he would have been Albion's King for one year. In two weeks, he would have to face the Darkness and the Crawler. In two weeks, Reaver would become a valuable business partner.
