Title: The Raja of the Sheets

Author: kira

Characters: Soma/Agni

Rating: M

Words: 616

Prompt: King/Queen of the sheets

Summary: Soma ruefully recalls what he did last night…

Author's note: Based on Casper-san's Citrus table…

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"Namaste, my prince," Agni said softly when Soma finally opened his eyes. He had been trying unsuccessfully to awaken the young Bengali prince for the past twenty minutes. Not that they had pressing engagements or visitors to entertain, it was just that Agni felt that ten o'clock in the morning was late enough for his highness to be lounging in bed.

Stifling a yawn, Soma repeated the greeting, "Namaste…" Closing his eyes, the seventeen year old stretched. He brought his hands up behind his head to cradle it and sighed. "Agni," he said, his voice coming out in a harsh whisper. "Do you have any water?"

"No, but I can get you some." Agni turned and headed towards the door.

"Good… and my head hurts," Soma whined. "And why is it so bright in here?"

Agni paused and turning back, he went and closed the curtains, plunging the room in semi-darkness. "If you recall, I told you not to drink that bottle of brandy," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Don't remind me…." the prince said ruefully.

"As you wish, my prince." Agni started to leave. "Or should I call you the 'raja of the sheets'?" he said as he opened the bedroom door.

"'Prince' is fine." Soma felt his cheeks heating up, and he was thankful his man-servant left him alone to go get him a glass of water and if he was lucky a couple of aspirins to quell the throbbing in his head. Memories of last night came flooding back and he could not believe how stupid he had been not to mention drunk. He was glad Agni found it amusing as Soma was sure he was every inch the royal pain in the arse like his beloved little friend Ciel liked to call him. He rubbed tiredly at his temples.

Before he had a chance to feel sorry for himself, Agni returned with a glass of water and aspirin. "Sit up, my prince. You'll feel much better after you take this."

Soma struggled to sit up, instantly regretting it. He groaned softly, and taking the proffered glass, he sipped the water. Taking another sip, he gulped the aspirins down.

"If it's any consolation, I think you are a fine raja of the sheets." Agni fluffed the pillows up behind the prince's head.

"Yeah…?"

"Yes, my prince." He smiled. "Despite being drunk, you…" Agni searched for the right words. "You, well, you didn't bite me, for which I am eternally grateful."

"And if I remember correctly I swallowed too," the seventeen year old added proudly.

"That's right. It was most impressive." Agni smiled.

"Thank you," Soma laughed. "I have a very good teacher."

"You're welcome, my prince, and thank you too."

Soma waved him away with a flick of his wrist. "Agni, can you make me something to settle my stomach?"

"Of course, my prince. Forgive me for not attending to it sooner."

The seventeen year old sighed. "Agni…"

"What?"

"This raja misses his beloved rani," the prince teased as his man-servant snorted in amusement.

"If you say so, my prince."

"I do. I want you to forget about making me breakfast, and just lie here with me."

"As you wish, my prince," Agni said. He quickly stripped naked, before crawling into bed.

Soma moved to lay his head on the older man's chest as he put his arm around him. He imagined he could hear Agni's heart beating. Feeling loved and cherished did wonders for easing the discomforts of being hungover in the prince's humble opinion. He wished he could spend the whole day like this, but knowing it was not possible, he chose instead to treasure the moment…