A courier flew into the great hall, near tripping over himself with the news: "Your Highness! The Queen of Spades has been found!" While the king was appointed directly from the loins of his or her predecessor, the queen was chosen by the Mark that appeared on his or her body. The queen was usually born from nobility, but sometimes a citizen born from abject poverty proved to be the most worthy queen of them all. Alfred's kingship was curious in that he ruled alone. His queen was never found.
Arthur didn't arrive until a day later. He came with a train of royal guardsmen clustered protectively around him, and Alfred didn't actually see the devil until they parted before him. Arthur's human features changed only in detail; while his body and face remained unchanged, all features giving away his otherworldly identity was gone. His mop of fiery red hair was blond now, and his eyes were more human, yet no less inviting. Gone was the slick, ebony-barbed tail and massive wings, along with the goat horns. "Arthur" looked every bit as human as the guards that surround him. He was dressed in merchant ware; leather jerkins under a tunic, stained from exposure and wear. The head guardsman explained that Arthur was wandering merchant and had not known the mark on the small of his back was a Spades Mark. Arthur had the decency to blush, but a creeping smirk hid behind his fringe.
"Your Majesty," the devil finally spoke, eyes fixed reverently to the ground as he addressed his ruler, "I am honored to be your second half in the ruling of Spades in this dire hour."
Alfred felt his eye twitch in annoyance; of course this demon would make a ruckus out of simply becoming queen after disappearing for so long. The king dreaded to find out what sort of trouble his new queen would cause once crowned. "Yes, I suppose you would." Alfred replied coldly his eyes showing no warmth or happiness at the demon's arrival. "Very well, have my queen, taking to his chambers and prepared for dinner." Alfred nearly growled out, betraying his image of a kind and loving King dedicated to his people's wellbeing. As the servants lead Arthur past Alfred headed towards the queen's chambers Alfred quietly growled to the demon, "You had better up hold your end of the deal my queen."
The guardsmen broke off and Alfred's (now Arthur's) attendants guided Arthur to the queen's apartments. As the devil crossed the hall and ascended the stairs, he tossed him a wink over his shoulder before disappearing into the corridor.
Upon news of the of the queen's discovery, a celebratory feast was prepared in Arthur's honor. This was just a small dinner compared to the grand feast on the queen's official coronation where the Spades nobility and royals from all four suit kingdoms were to attend. Arthur requested meat- extra bloody. And red wine, the finest from Alfred's personal collection (that Alfred didn't know about until the servant was pouring their glasses). Arthur ate like real royalty. Not a speck of etiquette was out of place, somewhat curious for a merchant, but no one was complaining. Arthur daubed the cloth napkin to the corner of his mouth and reached for the wine as he said, "I do hope, Your Highness, to live up to every expectation you hold to me."
"I hope that as well, least the consequences be dire if you cannot." It was not common practice to dethrone one's queen and yet Alfred thought the idea sounded very appealing at this point. The devil acted as though he had been bred and raised just to fulfill the open position as queen, a position Alfred would have happily left empty his entire rule.
"Is that a promise?" Arthur's voice dipped low to a whisper. His hand reached underneath the table and squeezed Alfred's leg, right above the knee. "You're making me impatient; I don't want to wait for our wedding night." He snatched his hand back before Alfred could smack it away. The devil delicately set his chin upon the back of his laced fingers, regarding the king with a smile. He was enjoying this immensely. Alfred was too easy.
Alfred stood up quickly the chair legs scraping against the floor loudly. "Goodnight my Queen. I hope you're dreams lead you to forging a brilliant battle plan for the coming battles. Lest it be your head on the silver platter served to the Clubs." He bit out as he glared at the demon once more before heading back to his private chambers his cape flowing behind him.
What a sexually repressed man- who wears a /cape?/ Arthur speared his fork in his dinner and chewed morosely, bored now that his dancing jester has retired to his crib. "Virgin," he quipped after him. He finished his dinner and retired to his apartments. The queen's wing was not far from the king's, and there was a secret corridor linking the royals' bedchambers together for more clandestine meetings. Arthur lay in his bed, topping off the day with a nightcap after a long day of being waited on hand and foot. He was humming a tune, feeling refreshed from a bath and donned in a luxurious royal blue nightgown. The hour was neigh, and Alfred hadn't visited him yet. It looked like Arthur had to be the mature one. Finishing off the scotch, Arthur slipped down the hidden corridor and, after listening in to make sure Alfred wasn't preoccupied (he highly doubted it. He was just being polite), the devil knocked politely.
Alfred sat at the table he had the servants place in his bedchambers so that he may do work in peace as no one in their right mind would enter the King's private room without his expressed permission. Which is why, when Alfred heard a knock at the door, he did not even have to know which door it was coming from to know who was knocking. "What do you want?" He spat out bitterly not bothering to invite the demon in knowing he would most likely come in anyways. When the door opened it revealed Alfred still dressed in the clothing he had just dined in with a few minor adjustments, that being he no longer wore his cape and he had put on reading glasses so he could go over the mountains of paperwork that appeared to never stop coming in.
The lacquered panel shifted; a passageway disguised as part of the woodwork revealed, and Arthur slid it shut behind him. "Working way passed your bedtime. You're so dedicated to your people and your kingdom." Arthur kicked off the door and sauntered inside, taking in an eye full of the decor. "Very nice. Maybe I should have asked to switch rooms with you." The devil leaned on the table in front of half of Alfred's paperwork, effectively halting the king's progress. He was still in his human form, the wings and tail being impractical with his new wardrobe. "Your queen is lonely."
"Well isn't that a shame. Why don't you woo one of the servant girls? I'm sure they would happily spend a night with you." Alfred looked up glaring at the demon for halting him in the middle of his work. "As you can see I'm too busy to deal with you, so unless you are here to tell me the weapon is ready then leave."
Alfred stood up doubting the demon would listen to his demands. Deciding he might as well use the distraction in a beneficial way, the king headed over to his wardrobe removing his heavy coat leaving him in a much more comfortable undershirt hanging the coat on one of the many hooks on the side of the wardrobe. Alfred sighed and removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The national debt was only growing steadily worse and the war was the root cause of it. The farmers were going angry and frustrated at the draught that the farmlands had been experiencing for the past six months. The city dwellers were growing more and more poor finding it hard to come across their next meal. Alfred was doing what he could to help by opening his kitchens for those in need and providing them at least a meager meal. He felt bad about the splurge of food the castle had made just for his new "queen's" arrival so he had the staff give any unused food to the poor. Things were going to hell and Alfred needed that weapon if anything was to be done about it.
"I could." Arthur could easily read into the minds of the weaker willed, and my what Alfred had been missing out on. Many servant girls (and men) lusted after the king, and not just for power. Arthur had a few admirers as well, and after dinner had a little "dessert" with the maid. Arthur was by /far/ under dressed, in fact it would be considered scandalous by polite standards. The devil watched Alfred's back as he undressed. If his tail was out it would be flicking against the floor. "Do you know what your subjects think of you?"
"I know enough." Alfred muttered wearily as he sat down on the edge of his velvety bed covers unlacing his boots. Most nobility would find this strange and prefer to have a servant dress and undress them, but Alfred had never quiet understood why the upper class of society was so pampered, if a servant could undress themselves than he could manage the same. Alfred could feel the heat of the demon's gaze on his back he chose to ignore it in hopes that the demon would soon get bored and wonder off to find a new distraction.
The devil crawled after him, looming over him on all fours with a spark in his eyes. "Duke Mordred of Avalon thinks you're as blind as a newborn pup for thinking you can ignore the nobility, who provide you with soldiers, for favor of your peasants." He brushed a lock of fringe that was poking Alfred's eye. "Lord Uthur mocks your war policies at every dinner table. Lady Viviane gossips about your suspicious bachelorhood." He smiled sweetly. "May I go on?"
Alfred grimaced, he knew he was unpopular with his nobles he always had been since childhood. His parents even found him strange for not simply accepting things as they were and enjoying the life he was born into. He would never act against them as his already weary army could barely stand as is even with the other noble's soldiers adding to the cause. Alfred sighed and hunched over covering his eyes with his hands, "Does it really matter what I say? If you desire to continue you will do so with or without my permission."
Arthur propped his cheek in his hand and crossed his ankles in the air, staring boorishly at the man. "All of that will be taken care of, Alfred," he assured. It was the first time he used Alfred's given name. The devil slipped unnoticed behind Alfred and began kneading his shoulders. He massaged his shoulder blades, right where wings would protrude had he been of Arthur's kind. "What would you say your weapon was very near, right at your fingertips?"
"Give it to me." Alfred replied, moaning softly as Arthur loosened up the knots in his shoulders. Alfred would get on all fours and beg if it meant he could bring peace to his kingdom that much quicker, but he wasn't about to tell the devil, who was now to be wed as his queen, that.
"Do not speak to me as if I were your servant." His voice held none of the bite behind his words. The devil continued thumbing and kneading his stiff and sore muscles- all from stress, for he hadn't battled recently enough to sustain any short-term, lingering pains. "Take off your shirt; I want to get to your back."
Ignoring the devil's words and following his command, Alfred removed his hands from his face just long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Who was he to turn down a relaxing massage, especially when it helped him alleviate his stress if only for a few moments. Once his shirt was off Alfred's back revealed a long scar and many other smaller scars that appeared to have come from battle. If one was looking at Alfred's chest they would have seen many of the same injuries there as well as many stab wounds due to past assassination attempts.
His fingertips trickled down his back, ticking off the scars in its wake. A melodic hum filtered the air as Arthur went to work on Alfred's lower back. "So handsome. Muscular. Your skin is smooth, and your face fringes on androgynous. But indeed, you are at the peak of masculinity, King Alfred," he cooed in his ear. He made sure only to toe the line of Alfred's threshold. He wanted to play longer.
Alfred smiled lightly at the demon's words, "I learned a long time ago, demon, that pretty words are just that, pretty. If you want to screw with my mind do try something more original." The king sighed in contentment enjoying the new freedom his back felt now released of its constricting knots.
"I'm offended Your Highness would think my words of affection are anything but," Arthur bit Alfred's earlobe and slid it through his teeth. His hands roamed Alfred's back up to his triceps and loosened those muscles.
Unwilling to let go of his pleasure the King quietly admitted, "I need to get back to work I have countless forms to fill out, hundreds of letters to the families of the deceased to sign, and your damn coronation to plan for."
He pressed his chest flush against Alfred's, smelling his skin and his hair. "Don't tell me what your gift for me is. I want it to be a surprise."
Alfred hummed, "Wasn't the crown enough? Now I have to actually get you something? Such a greedy demon." Alfred smirked feeling strange for enjoying the warmth and touch of a demon against his skin. "How about an exchange? You tell me what you did with the real Queen of Spades and I'll get you a grand present."
"Don't fret; she is unharmed," he assured with hot breath against his ear. He blew on the shell of Alfred's ear and flicked the tragus with his tongue. Arthur finished Alfred's pectorals and moved on to his stomach and groin. He waited for Alfred to adapt to his hands before kissing his neck very gently.
Alfred groaned at the sensation of Arthur's hands on his body, Arthur's lips against his neck, Arthur's sweet voice in his ear. "And what is a demon's idea of unharmed?" Alfred asked trying to distract both himself and the demon.
"You are so sweet," he moaned, drawing long sucks on the junction of Alfred's neck and shoulder. He was careful not to mark Alfred so soon. He staved off the desire to bite him and draw blood; it was so tempting, as he could see the vein on Alfred's neck pulse faster as he carried on with his game. He latched his mouth onto it, sucking hard and pressing his tongue against the vein. "Stop talking, idiot." He grabbed Alfred's chin and kissed him hard.
Alfred moaned into the kiss his mouth opening allowing the demon entrance. A small voice in the back of Alfred's head told him he shouldn't be doing this there was so much work to be done. If Alfred was able to think straight he would be alarmed that his issue with doing this was paperwork not the fact that Arthur was a demon and a man no less, though gender never did play much a role in the monarchy. Alfred pushed Arthur away when he began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen to his lungs. He panted trying to regain his breath, while fighting the desire to let Arthur kiss him senseless.
While Alfred was disarmed, Arthur gently rolled him onto his back. He swung his leg around and saddled his midsection, and before Alfred could object the devil swooped in and claimed his lips once more. He was talented with his lips and tongue, reading into Alfred's cues and knowing when best to suck on his lips or friction their tongues together. It was obvious that Alfred wasn't into the habit of lovemaking, so it made Arthur's job all the more easy.
Alfred mewled pathetically, he couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to feel pleasure this way. For the past few years the war had taken up so much time and so much of his attention that he forgot to take much care of himself and his needs. The quickly growing need in his trousers was beginning to demand attention causing Alfred to buck his hips when Arthur's had barely brushed his.
The velvet bed, dyed in the Spades' royal sapphire, reflected the king's darkened eyes. The devil reveled in the sight of the king sprawled out on the bed, helpless to his own desire. He made sure the king caught his smirk before drawing back and stripping him of his remaining garments, leaving him naked in the cool air. Alfred lay bare before the devil who leered down at him on all fours. He squeezed Alfred's cock, and the pressure from his grip was barely rough enough to cause discomfort.
Alfred gasped and covered his face trying to hide his reddening cheeks. Honestly he was acting like a girl and he wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the way Arthur seemed to devour him simply by just looking at him. The pressure Arthur exerted on his cock caused a moan to erupt from Alfred's lips. Alfred quickly covered his mouth showing off his red cheeks, he squirmed underneath Arthur utterly embarrassed for acting in such a perverse manner.
His eyebrow quirked. Very interesting. "Don't worry, Your Highness; I will take care of you." His words shaped around a wicked smirk. His fist worked his cock up and down from the tip to the root by reaction to Alfred's simpering and moaning. He tugged the foreskin over the head with his thumb and used the pre-cum to glide his hand over the shaft. "Heh. How does that feel?" He batted Alfred's hands away; glowering over Alfred's pleasure was half the fun.
He spread Alfred's legs obscenely wide and nudged in closer. Arthur procured a vial from somewhere and was already dribbling lube onto his fingers. To distract Alfred from the invasion he played on Alfred's favorite places he already picked up on.
Alfred's eyes widened in alarm as the first finger pushed inside him his face contorting with discomfort. "Ah- no." He wiggled a bit trying to ease the slight ache he felt. "It feels weird. Take it out. Ah!" Alfred panted lightly as Arthur added another finger, slowly beginning to move them in and out in a scissoring fashion. "Stop. Ah!" Alfred arched his back as Arthur brushed against a bundle of nerves that sent a wave of pleasure throughout Alfred's body.
"You say no, but..." he trailed off, licking his red lips. His glowing eyes flashed over the perfect specimen of man wriggling underneath him. Alfred's half-hearted struggles ended when Arthur snatched his thigh in a vice-like grip. He continued to exploit Alfred's prostate, forcing out cries of pleasure and pain at his fancy. Seducing male virgins was an art. One had to be careful preparing a man without tipping him off knife's edge of pleasure-pain and ruining the mood. Alfred was being a very good boy.
Arthur stopped at three fingers; Alfred would enjoy the remaining stretch. Like a dream- an illusion-Arthur was as naked as he and clamoring over his body. A flash of red hair disappeared as soon as it appeared before Arthur leaned forward and entered Alfred. He was surprisingly gentle, taking his time sliding to the root. He took a moment to shut his eyes and enjoy the moan of Alfred's first time being penetrated. "Lovely," Arthur breathed, caressing his fingers over Alfred's face before hiking the king's knees up.
The new sensation of being filled was painful, Alfred bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Tears formed in the corners of the king's eyes as he tried to relax himself, but before he could manage to do so his legs were pulled up and Arthur began lightly thrusting into him. "Ow! Ow stop it hurts." Alfred begged, he tightly gripped the bed covers trying to pull himself away from Arthur.
Arthur muttered something under his breath and picked up the pace. He arched Alfred's back like a bow as he sat upright and continued thrusting. The thumbs digging into Alfred's hipbones were agonizing. Bruises imprinted on his skin like petals of Spade's national rose. Having been on the receiving end countless times on their bonding, it was exciting to see Alfred reduced to the same sticky mess Alfred put him through time and again. The stretch of his skin over his ribs and the stomach muscles rippling as he tensed up mesmerized him. But what captivated him most of all was Alfred's face twisted in pain and pleasure and everything in between. "Don't lie to yourself. It only makes it worse in the end, when I make you scream and you can't do anything about coming all over yourself." A dark chuckle that spread into a growl punctuated his point.
Alfred was a moaning, panting mess. It hurt but the pain had peaks of pleasure that made the king see stars dancing in front of his eyes. Heat began to build up in his stomach, and moans soon turned to screams of pleasure as he began to beg Arthur for release. He reached up and pulled the demon close to him, digging his nails into the other's back. "A- Arthur! I can't ah- AH!"
Laughter bubbled up in Arthur's chest, tickling the back of his ribs. Oh, how the tables have turned. Alfred's nails biting into his back left burning red marks that raised on his skin. Arthur sighed in bliss. As Arthur leaned up on his hands again, Alfred saw that he changed. Gone was the blonde hair and crisp green eyes that belonged to the queen of Spades. Arthur's hair was as dark as blood, and his eyes absinthe. Two wings pridefully spanned the entire length of the bed and enveloped all of Alfred's vision. With his true form released, Arthur thrust into Alfred's body with utter abandon and the single-most intent on pulling the wool over Alfred's eyes of how shameful and pitiful he's become to whore himself out for power.
Arthur's change was like a bucket of cold water to the face. Alfred should have been disgusted, he should fight his way away from the creature before him, and yet he couldn't stop him. No, he didn't want to stop him. Alfred wanted Arthur there with him holding him and he couldn't explain why. In that moment the only thing he desired to do was drag Arthur down and kiss him, and he did exactly that.
Arthur's eyes pulsed wide as he was dragged down into the kiss. A smile shaped against Alfred's mouth, followed by a growl reverberating between them. He snatched a fistful of golden hair and cruelly yanked Alfred's head back. The pulse on his neck drove Arthur wild and he bit into it without a second thought. Coppery blood flooded his mouth, and he drank like he was on the brink of death. After a hundred years, the euphoria of finally tasting Alfred's ethereal life force was enough to make a creature such as Arthur black out. As it were, Arthur spasmed and released into Alfred's human form with a soul-wrenching moan.
Once Arthur had bitten into Alfred's neck all pleasure was lost, replaced by the excruciating pain of the demon's bite. As Arthur drank, Alfred's body began to feel numb and lightheaded. He was so dizzy he didn't ever register that Arthur had pulled out.
A flash of pain shot threw Alfred's head, he weakly lifted his hand to try and stop the sudden pounding. For a brief moment Alfred's hair turned pitch black and stayed that way long enough for him to murmur out, "I'm sorry I failed you, Artie." Before he passed out and his hair reverted back to its wheat blonde color.
Arthur suckled out the last drop before Alfred's wound healed on its own. Flawless skin denied any evidence of their carnal deviancy. Arthur's muzzle was wet and dripping as he used the back of his hand to lick off the rest of his meal. If Alfred didn't deny his natural, he wouldn't have passed out like the wimpy human that he was. They usually drew from each other's essence at the same time. Arthur thought his Alfred returned, but it could have been an instinctive reaction to being so close to death. "Pathetic," Arthur sneered.
The blood left his muscles fluid and loose, much like Alfred's back massage. Nothing, not even sex, was as satisfying as taking his fill of Alfred. He lay beside Alfred and watched him sleep. The way Alfred's golden hair splayed across the mattress made him look so... angelic. It disturbed him. He wished he could do more to Alfred than harmless mind games, but he had a duty to fulfill. After his task, his station as dark angel will be restored.
Decades upon decades Arthur was punished on behalf of Alfred's misdeeds. His sanity was maintained only by thoughts of revenge. The pain he endured was unimaginable, and Arthur only agreed to help Alfred for the fear of returning to that nightmare. Alfred never came back for him, but instead chose a life in blissful ignorance. He abandoned Arthur, leaving him a shell of his former self. "I'll never forgive you," he whispered.
A/N: So what do you guys think so far? Way different from the stuff I generally write I know, but recently I've sorta expanded my writing horizons. Hopefully you guys enjoy this story as much as I did while rping it. As always rates and reviews are much appreciated. Next chapter should be up soonish, just have to finish editing it.