A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first story in quite a while and my first Tudors story. I was originally going to write this as a oneshot but then I got inspiration for a longer story and I hope that I can complete it! There isn't enough of this pairing out there so I wanted to write this for my own sake and to inspire others to write this pairing!

Pairing: Henry VIII and Thomas Cromwell

Summary: On his way to his death, Cromwell contemplates his relationship with Henry VIII; how he came to love the king and how he came to die for it.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own the Tudors or any of the characters.

The Traitor

"Traitor! Boo! Hiss!" The roar of the angry crowd surrounded him as he was forced out of the tower gates into the summer sun.

Thomas Cromwell, the king's most faithful and loving servant, was being led to his execution.

As he was led to the scaffolding the crowd surrounded him and spit at him in their anger. He shielded his face as best as he could from their hateful actions.

"Traitor! Cut off his head! Kill the traitor!" were the yells of the angry crowd. They were out for blood, his blood.

Cromwell was forced up the stairs to the block, his knees shaking and threating to collapse.

Once he was up on the block, he was forced to his knees. Looking over into the crowd, he saw his son Gregory.

Gregory, no. Leave, go home to your wife, your son! Do not stay here to watch me die a traitor's death. Cromwell thought sadly to himself looking at his only son that he was about to leave an orphan.

As he knelt there, ready to deliver his last words, the last words that he would ever speak in his life, Thomas wondered idly if the king was watching.

Has the king already forgotten me? Has he already replaced me in his heart with someone else?

Flashback

Cromwell was at his desk working on writing new things for the king to sign. He had not been the king's secretary for long and was still getting used to working for him.

Henry VIII was not the easiest king to serve. He was known for his passionate personality and volatile temper, both of which Thomas had already bared witness to in the short time that he had served the king. Therefore, Thomas was still learning the art of being where he needed to be but not where he was not wanted.

The stoic secretary had come from humble beginnings and was not of noble blood. He was the son of a blacksmith and a simple woman from Putney. He had left Putney to become a mercenary and travel. While he had travelled, he built up a network of contacts and began to work under Wolsey.

It was thanks to his contact with Wolsey that he managed to re-enter Parliament and thus become acquainted with the king and come to be in his service.

Since Thomas had been the secretary, he had seen little of the king other than when the king came to him about matters regarding his divorce from Catherine of Aragon. The king was anxious and impatient to see this divorce go through.

Thomas had heard rumors that the king's mistress and intended second wife, Lady Anne Boleyn, was trying to convince King Henry to break with the Church of Rome and the Pope and to form his own church in which he would be the supreme head. She was hoping that by doing this, the king could therefore grant his own annulment and then they would be married.

Although he kept it secret as best as he could, Cromwell was himself an avid reformer. After hearing these rumors, Cromwell was trying his best to delay working with Rome in order for the king to better consider the Lady Anne's argument for the creation of the Church of England.

Slam Stomp Stomp Stomp

Setting his quill down, Thomas stood to prepare for the arrival of his majesty the king.

Sure enough, Henry walked into the room. Thomas bowed low, "Majesty" he said respectfully.

Henry grunted and walked over to him. "How are the arrangements for my divorce coming? Have you written up the new petition for Rome?"

Thomas bowed his head and handed the paper he had just been working on to the king. "All that it needs is your Majesty's signature and it shall be ready to be delivered to the Pope."

Henry nodded, pleased with the work his secretary had done. "Mmm very good Master Cromwell. For your good and loyal service to me, I am appointing you to the Privy Council. You will also supervise my legal and parliamentary affairs. No one else seems to get anything done and you have demonstrated that you do."

Cromwell bowed low. "Majesty you do me a great honor."

Henry acknowledged this with a grunt. "Now do me a great honor and get me my divorce. It would be a great shame to hear that my generosity was wasted in promoting you."

Finishing reading the document to be sent to the pope, the king signed it. Thomas bowed low. "Your Majesty." The king turned and left the study.

A Few Weeks Later

The document had been sent to the pope and had been rejected. Henry still did not have his divorce.

Since the king received the news that he still did not have his divorce, everyone in the palace had been on edge.

Henry and Anne had not been seen together in quite some time. Anne was angry that she was still not able to marry the king and Henry was angry that he still did not have his divorce and that Anne was angry with him.

All of the king's servants and council members had been on edge as well. When the king was unhappy, things did not tend to go well for the rest of them.

"Cromwell!" Thomas quickly stood up from what he had been doing. "Majesty" he said as he bowed low.

Henry stormed over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his tunic. He slammed his secretary and counselor into the wall.

Thomas tried not to flinch as the king's face got dangerously close to his, the blue-green eyes flaring with anger.

"You ignorant knave! You promised me that this would convince the pope to grant me my annulment. Not only did you not get me the annulment, but I am no closer to it then I was before you arrived. You have done nothing for me and I have given you everything!" Cromwell could feel the hot, angry breath of the king on his neck, his face inching closer to Cromwell's every second.

"Majesty I…" Henry cut him off. "You what? What Master Cromwell? How dare you try and speak to me! You do not deserve to speak to me! After all that you have done to me, I should make you a head shorter!" Thomas bowed his head and said no more.

The king dropped him and turned his back on him in frustration, one hand coming up to run through his hair. Thomas took this opportunity to regain his lost breath.

Henry turned back around to face his advisor. Having spent his pent up anger, he collapsed into a chair. Cromwell sat down as well.

"What am I to do, Master Cromwell? Anne is angry with me for something that is not my fault, the pope will not agree to annul my marriage, and I am still married to Catherine." Henry put his head in his hands in a rare moment of weakness.

Cromwell sat there, waiting for the king to acknowledge him again.

Henry lifted his head to look at his secretary. He stood up again and walked over to Cromwell.

Thomas stood up quickly and bowed his head to the king. Henry once again grabbed him by his collar and pushed him against the same wall. Preparing to be yelled at once more, Thomas steeled himself to receive the blow of the king's fierce temper.

However, he was not expecting what came next.

The king's lips met his in a fiery kiss filled with anger and lust. Henry pushed his secretary and advisor against the wall hard as he attacked his mouth angrily and wantonly.

When Henry pulled back, Thomas stood there stunned for a moment, wondering where that had come from.

Henry whispered in Thomas' ear huskily "Anne has not been letting me see her for sometime now and I have promised her that I would take no other mistress. Since I have been alone I have found my carnal desires to be…unfulfilled. Since it is your fault that she is angry with my, Master Cromwell, I think that it is time that you learned a little lesson."

Henry grabbed Cromwell and moved him so he was bent over his desk. Cromwell was nervous. He knew what the king was going to do to teach him a lesson. Thomas was trying to keep his breathing calm. He knew that the king was going to do what he wanted and then he would leave and it would all be over.

Henry unbuttoned Thomas' tunic and took it off of him. Soon it was followed by the loose shirt Thomas wore underneath. Next, Henry removed Cromwell's breeches.

It was not long before Thomas was standing in front of the king completely naked and bent over his desk.

He heard the king undoing the ties on his own breeches and felt the king's hard member pressing up against his butt. He knew this would hurt, there was no doubt in his mind. If Henry was this angry, he would not be gentle on Thomas.

No sooner had he thought that then the king thrust himself hard into Thomas' tight hole without warning. Thomas bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out as the king buried himself up to the hilt in his butt.

In all his years living with an abusive father and as a mercenary, Thomas had never experienced this kind of pain. It felt as if he was being ripped in two. He tasted blood in his mouth and realized that he had bitten down on his lip so hard that he had drawn blood.

He heard the king groan. "Ah Thomas you are so fucking tight" Henry whispered into his secretary's ear.

Soon, the king started to move. To Thomas' surprise, it was slow to start with. He figured that the king needed to get used to having his cock inside such a tight hole. Thomas closed his eyes and endured.

To his surprise and dismay, his own cock began to grow hard from the intense pleasure that he was feeling that mixed in with the pain.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah" Thomas could hear the rhythmic grunts of Henry in his ear as the king began to move faster and faster, pounding Cromwell's ass in a rhythmic motion.

As hard as he tried to suppress his moans, Cromwell accidentally let one slip. "Oh your majesty" he moaned out. He had hoped that the king had not caught that.

He heard Henry snort slightly out of laughter. "Dear Thomas, are you enjoying this?"

Thomas fought with all his might against the feeling of pleasure and the urge to moan again. However, when the king reached around and grabbed Thomas' own throbbing member, he found it impossible to resist the moan of pleasure that came to his lips. "Ahhhh yes majesty" he moaned out.

Henry smirked at the sight of his proud and stoic secretary writhing beneath him like a little whore. He began to stroke Thomas' dick in time with his thrusts into his tight ass.

Soon, both men's grunts and moans were filling the room as they lost themselves to the pleasure of their sinful act.

Thomas' soft grunts were swallowed when the king grabbed his secretary's body and brought it up off of the desk and close to his chest, reaching around to kiss the other man's lips.

Cromwell moaned into the kiss as the king parted his lips with his tongue and they battled for dominance which the king easily won.

Henry continued to thrust into Cromwell as he stoked Cromwell's dick still. Thomas moaned as he bucked his hips into the king's hand.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Henry reached around and bit Thomas' lip and removed his hand from his cock.

Thomas gave a small groan of displeasure to which Henry responded by slapping his secretary's ass. Henry gave a slight laugh "No, no dear Thomas. You are not allowed to cum just yet."

With a triumphant smirk, the king continued to fuck Thomas.

"Ah, ah, ah I'm going to cum" panted Henry into Thomas' ear. He finally reached back around to continue to stoke Thomas' dick. Thomas' breath came out in short pants as he bucked his hips against Henry's hand again, trying desperately to reach the climax that he had been trying to reach for so long.

Henry felt Thomas buck against his hand impatiently. With a few more thrusts and a few more jerks of his hand, Henry finished Thomas off as his secretary exploded into his hand.

Not long after, Henry groaned as he came hard, spilling his hot seed deep inside Thomas' body.

The king collapsed against Thomas' back, both men resting awhile after their passionate liaison.

Thomas had never experienced anything like that before. He had had a wife, Elizabeth, whom he had loved and who had borne him three children, one of which lived into adulthood. But Elizabeth had died leaving Cromwell alone.

He had never thought that he would experience the love of another person again, especially not from the King of England.

Thomas felt the king shift and pull out. Henry licked Thomas' seed off of his hand before doing up his breeches.

Standing up from his position bent over the desk, Cromwell looked into Henry's deep blue-green eyes. He knew that the king was going to leave now and that this would probably be a onetime thing.

Wiping his sweaty brow, Henry turned to leave. Cromwell bowed low once again, "your majesty."

Then, surprising them both, Henry turned back around, coming up to Thomas and catching his lips once more in a fiery kiss that took both of their breathes away.

Staggering back into his desk, Thomas felt his knees get weak and not just from the searing pain in his lower back and butt. Once again, Henry turned to leave. Before he left though, he turned back to Thomas.

"Come to my chambers tonight after supper Master Cromwell and do not be late. I do not tolerate lateness." Cromwell bowed his head acknowledging the request. "Majesty." And with that, the king was gone.

Slowing moving to collect his clothing and redress, Thomas thought about what had just happened and how he had enjoyed it.

He made his way back to his chair, cringing slightly at the pain. It hurt but was nothing compared to some of the wounds he had had from fighting.

Thomas began to return to his work, looking for something to occupy his mind with until it was time to visit his king once again.

A/N: Wow! That chapter turned out to be much longer than I had intended to make it! I hope that you all enjoyed. Review please! Good reviews and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Thanks!