Alrighty-first ever Fable fanfic on here. Pleased to met you, I am Crowbar, and I hope you enjoy your stay. Hee.
Anyway, there has been a distinctive lack of slash in the Fable archives lately, and it pains my heart. So here, have a slice of this-something my deranged mind decided to come up with.

Warnings: Contains Incest-Not much now, but I am planning it for later chapters.
This is a slash fic. Just a notice, so those who don't want to read all that, go back to your het!

Mathis knew Logan would be waiting for him to return from riding around the outskirts of Millfields with Elise. Already he could feel the cold-eyed stare from above, following his form, watching him dismount and stretch before helping Elise from her dappled mare. Mat glanced up, and although the sun was too bright to truly tell, there was that familiar glint of the golden buttons and silver-plated carapace of his brother's armour.
"My Lord."

"Send word that we're back."

"Yes, Prince."

"Mat." Whispered Elise as she took hold of his hand on their way to the foyer. "You know, you could just skip out on Walter's combat training today. We could...find that secret room again."
The Prince smiled at the memory. They'd been 'exploring' one day, when the castle had been at less than half capacity, so nobody was around to call either of them away until Elise's carriage came after supper. Today, however, was different. Officials littered the castle and hallways were streaming with busy maids and servants to accommodate for the sudden surge of guests. Logan was holding another hearing in the throne room today and more strategies in the war room, and as always, Mathis was not wanted, so Walter volunteered to give some extra swordfighting lessons to keep him out of the way.

"I'm sorry, Elise, but I promised Walter I'd practise today. Apparently, I'm doing rather well." A small look of disappointment rested on her features. "I'm sure it won't very long, anyway, just until Logan decides to take a break from all these strategy meetings and greet his brother. Then I can be a nuisance again. Heh."

"Oh, alright. I think I'll go see if Lady Berkelle wants some company doing her everlasting embroidery."

"Endless fun." Gibed Mat before the two parted ways with a swift hug and peck on the lips.

The old knight was already waiting for him in the combat room, looking out of the window nearest to the giant fireplace. He looked up as Mat walked in, greeting him with a bearded grin and a friendly slap on the arm. "Good to see you, Sire. Your brother's not been in the best of moods since you left this morning, especially since it was without his consent."
Mathis rolled his eyes."Oh, he needs to lighten up. It's not as though he owns me."

"Yes, well. Better stay here for the time being. I don't think Logan would appreciate it if you went off again so soon." Walter nudged the Prince's arm, "And we can get some quality practise in before the day is out. Go on, grab a sword."

The swordfighting was tough, but felt rewarding. By the time a message for Mat to join his brother in the living quarters came, almost three hours had passed. His arms ached, his brow was damp and Mathis was thankful he hadn't decided to change from his practical clothes-Walter had made this chance to train count.
"Tell my brother I'll be up in an hour. I need to change." He said as he placed the sword back on the rack. "Perhaps he'll be in a mellower mood by the time I get up there."
Walter gave him a sympathetic look, scabbarded his own sword and walked towards the great door. "I'll be down in the kitchens, if you need me. There's a rather fetching lady who like giving away hot pies." With a chuckle and a smile, he wandered down the corridor, as Mat ventured to his chambers to tidy himself up a before meeting Logan.

"Jasper, fetch some hot water, please. I'm going to have a bath" Mathis demanded as he strode inside his room, already stripping off his delicately embroidered shirt and well tailored trousers. Even as his brother, meeting the King meant he had be presentable, at the very least.
Jasper was efficient, and clean clothes were laid on the Prince's bed. It didn't take long Mat to be ready, even though he wanted to linger in the warm, fragrant water, if he was honest. Still, it was probably better to get Logan's disapproval over and done with. He hoisted himself out of the water, and proceeded to get dressed.

"Wish me luck, Jasper." Mat said with a sigh.

"Good luck, Sire."

The hallways were well lit, as always, and a draft ran through the building, causing the Prince to shiver slightly when he knocked on the door to Logan's private study. "Come in." Logan's cold voice called, before carrying on a conversation with somebody Mat's ears did not recognise. He opened the heavy set door with a creak, his eyes instantly snapping to the two figures sitting beside the grand fireplace.
"Ah, Mathis. You've decided to arrive, I see." Logan didn't stand up as his brother stepped inside and waited by the last free armchair. "This is Reaver," he said, gesturing to the man beside him wearing an impeccable, long cream coat, "He owns most of Bowerstone Industrial. I don't believe you've met my little brother, have you, Reaver?"
"No I have not, your Majesty." Reaver stood, coming to almost a head taller than Mat. He struck a charming smile and took the Prince's hand in his own before kissing the royal signet ring upon his finger. "Extremely pleased to finally meet you, my Prince. You've been hiding him away for far too long, if I may say so, my King."

"Happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Reaver." Mathis said by rote.

"Oh, it's just Reaver, Sire. There's no need for formalities with me." the man still had Mat's hand in his, thumb surreptitiously stroking his knuckle, with a glint of...something in his eye.

Logan finally stood, his eyes narrowed. "We will talk later." Reaver let go of Mat's hand and faced the King. "I'll send word on when I want the factory opened. Good day."

"Good day, your Majesty." The industrialist picked up his hat from the small table beside the chair he had sat in and placed it upon his head after bowing graciously to the brothers, then winked brashly at the younger of the two on his way out, leaving him a little wide-eyed, if not openly shocked.

It was a few seconds after the door had closed before Logan spoke. He stood tall, towering over his sibling, his eyes studying his siblings face indifferently.

"Logan-"

"You left without my permission. Again. You do understand the dangers outside the castle, yes?"

"of course, but Walter's taught me well." Mat defied.

"Bandits, balverines, rebels, Mat." A long finger traced Mathis' jaw slowly, his voice softening. "What if a group had attacked you?"

"I-" Logan's lips pushed against his, causing him to yelp in surprise and push him back. "Logan, people might walk in." Mat said in a hushed voice as he held Logan's forearms.

"Not of I don't tell them to. I'm the King, remember."

"Then act like one!"

The elder brother chuckled darkly. "But I am. Kings get what they want. I haven't had you in over a week, are you going to defy me now?" Logan leant forward, placing a kiss upon Mat's lips.

Actions spoke louder than words that time, and the Prince opened his mouth, inviting Logan's tongue as he lifted his grip on his brother's arms, instead ghosting them over the solid silver armour that glinted in the firelight.

"Come." Logan broke the kiss and took Mat's hand in his own, and gestured at the bedroom door.

Yeah. I was mean and left out most of the hog, heh.