AN: I know it's been a while, but hey. I had to think up some things, and I was hanging out with a friend. However, I think I do know where this is going, so without any further ado, here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.
HeartofaKing
In the distance, dark clouds were illuminated by a bright light, showing the curved, fluffy lines of where each cloud was merely pushed close together. Thunder sounded, showing that the storm was moving at a rapid pace toward the cliff where the man stood. Harsh winds drove brown hair and his thick coat away from his body, though he ignored them in favor of watching the lightning arc toward the ground miles away. He vaguely seemed to hear the thunder, as well as the way the the waves crashed against the cliff he was standing on. Thick, white capped waves shot upward on the brown structure of the cliff, the salty sea-spray nearly hitting the man in the face. However, he barely even blinked.
He did blink, however, when he felt a presence behind him, and turned to see what it was.
The man now standing in front of him was incredibly tall, a long overcoat over his body, the high neck secured by buttons, the overcoat going down to about his ankles, where a pair of black boots were over his feet. His black hair looked as though it had been wet, and was hanging freely down his head, stopping at about his shoulders. The first man's brown eyes softened as he moved toward the intimidating figure.
"Mark..."
The larger man, Mark, opened his arms, and the smaller man leaned into him, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist, resting his head on Mark's chest. Mark held him, tilting the smaller man's head up and pressing their lips together for a moment. The smaller man seemed to melt into him, before they pulled back, a smile resting on the soft lips.
"How are you?" Mark asked. The other man shrugged.
"Impatient to be back with you, but surviving. It took you longer to get here this time," he said, the smile disappearing in favor of a frown. A frown crossed Mark's face.
"Don't frown now," he ordered. "It doesn't become you. I'm still working on getting you pardoned." The smaller man shook his head and sighed, leaning back on Mark's chest.
"Mark, It... It's not a big deal," he said, looking up at him. Mark's eyes hardened.
"John, just tell me who did it," Mark said. "I'll take care of them and get you back in the kingdom." John sighed, closing his eyes and pulling back, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Mark, I told you. I don't know who actually did it. If I did, I would still be in the kingdom, and they'd be exiled." John's voice didn't sound too angry, more frustrated. His brown eyes moved, watching the incoming storm once again. Mark sighed, coming up behind him, ignoring the way the wind blew his hair and coat as well as John's.
"John, we will fix this," he said, his hands moving to John's shoulders. John sighed, his voice taking a somber ad sorrowful town.
"I know, Mark. I know."
HeartofaKing
Night fell at the palace. The guards switched shifts, the fresher guards brought in torches with them to keep an eye on the drawbridge, which was raised, preventing anyone from being able to enter the castle unless they wanted to cross the murky waters of the moat. No one had been successful in that yet.
Randy watched as the guards switched, supervising the changing of the guard with John at his side. Matt calmly walked in, having secured the horses in the stable for the night. He smiled at Randy and John as another man bounced over to him, multi-colored hair concealed under a bright green and purple hat, bells on the end ringing merrily. Randy looked at John, a long-suffering sigh escaping his lips as John grinned.
"Matty!" The jester bounced happily into Matt's arms, hugging the darker man. Green eyes looked over at Randy, his lips sliding out into a pretty pout.
"Randy! You didn't tell me John was back!"
"Jeff, you're in the Royal Hall everyday, all day. You should have figured it out," Randy muttered, frustration horribly contained in his voice. Jeff merely grinned, leaning on Matt.
"Hi, Jeff. Truth is, I just got back today. I was immediately summoned, so I couldn't be very social," John said. Jeff laughed.
"I know. Like Randy said, I'm in the Hall all the time. I know exactly what goes on," he said. Randy growled, moving to walk away. John laughed and waved to the brothers before moving after Randy. Matt shook his head, taking his younger brother's hand.
"Come on, Jeffro, before you get in more trouble."
Immediately after they started walking, Jeff started telling Matt all of the drama and the secret rendezvous that were going on in the Hall.
However, the happy mood was not contained throughout the entire castle. Another man had returned to the castle today as well, though his welcome wasn't advertised anywhere near as loudly. Then again, returning right as the drawbridge was about to be raised didn't give you a warm welcome as much as a series of loud grumblings and complaints. However, the man was used to it.
He made his way through the castle, residing in shadows to avoid being detected. The dark black hue of his leather armor prevented anyone from seeing him, and the hood over his head prevented his hair from being seen in the shadows. He moved easily toward the dungeon, lifting the latch to the door with no trouble or sound. He made his way down, swift hands taking off the hood with ease. He snagged one of the torches on the wall as he walked past it, the orange-red lights bouncing off his face, giving his eyes an almost purple look to their natural blue. His blond hair, naturally sun-kissed, looked darker, more untamed under the light of the flame.
He smirked as he saw the taller figure in the corner, shoving a limp body into an empty cell, ignoring the way the figure whimpered. The taller figure's blond hair was pushed back against his skull, though thick blond locks still fell in his face. He wore a pair of black trousers, a red belt secured around his waist. A black vest covered his torso, kept together by strings. He seemed to see the flames dancing off the walls and turned, a smirk lighting his features.
"Well, well, well. What has made its way into my den, I wonder....?" asked the man, his voice sarcastic. An almost identical smirk crossed the other man's face as he moved forward.
"Oh, Adam. I knew you wouldn't be able to behave while I was away."
The taller man took the torch from the smaller man, securing it without even looking in the black iron structure created to hold the cone-shaped torch in the wall. Adam then pulled the man to him by the front of his leather armor, fusing their lips together almost painfully. Instead of gasping or hissing in pain, the first man merely welcomed it, opening his mouth below Adam's onslaught. After a moment of teasing touches, Adam pulled back.
"Welcome home, Mike... Now come with me."
Mike smirked as he made his way up the dungeon stairs with Adam, Adam securing the door and locking it behind him.
While the rest of the kingdom was calming down, so were the king and queen. Shawn sat in bed, covered only by the sheet placed on the bed, watching calmly as Hunter removed his own clothes, having dismissed the stewards. He hated it when anyone saw Shawn naked other than him, and while some may consider the possessive streak too much, Shawn merely loved him all the more for it. It was a wonderful feeling to be loved that much.
Hunter removed the stuffy, velvet shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room, and Shawn's eyes were drawn to the long scar going down the top of his arm. He remembered well what the scar was from, and sighed softly. Hunter blinked, a frown marring his features as he turned his head to look at the Queen.
"What is it, Shawn?" he asked. Shawn pushed the blond hair out of his face.
"Merely reflecting, my king," Shawn muttered, unfortunately giving himself away. Hunter pushed off the pants covering his body, and then slipped into bed next to Shawn, pulling the queen to him. Shawn's fingers immediately touched the long scar, and Hunter knew. After all, Shawn only called him 'my king' in public, or when something was bothering him.
"Shawn..." Hunter started.
"No, Hunter. It still bothers me that you banished him," Shawn said, blue eyes boring into Hunter's. He winced inwardly as he saw Hunter's face change from calm to furious.
"I exiled him because otherwise, he would have been dead. You specifically asked me not to kill him, so he was banished. That's all." Hunter pulled his arm away, starting to get comfortable, when Shawn shook his head.
"No, it's not, Hunter! He didn't put up any resistance, and still addressed you respectfully when you told him. And he bowed to me too. If he was trying to kill me, which you thought, then he wouldn't have bowed to me." Hunter turned to Shawn, his expression one of rage.
"That's. All."
With that, Hunter rolled over, obviously discontent. Shawn felt a pang in his chest, followed by one in his stomach, a pang that he was starting to get used to. He sighed softly, placing a kiss over the scar Hunter received for saving his life and lay down as well, back to back with the man that he loved, the man he would love regardless.
TBC...
AN: So, what happened to JoMo anyway? Yeah, that's the John that was lovin' all over Taker, and that's courtesy of Dark Kaneanite and Nef. I love you too, and that was adorable. Anywho, next chapter introduces more characters, and some drama!
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