Author Notes: Hello, everyone! Thank you for the alerts and favs and a huge Thank You Very Much once again for all the wonderful reviews, both signed and anonymous! *squeals at so many familiar names* I appreciate your wonderful words of encouragement more than I can say and am very happy you are enjoying this story. Enjoy this chapter... there is one more to go :)
Warnings: There is some dub con in this chapter so please don't read any further if you think it will upset you.
- Chapter Start -
"As I was saying, Zero, your task is to claim the body of your King."
Yuuki smiled when Zero's eyes widened at her words, his normally unflappable expression replaced by one of pure shock. Turning to Kaname whose eyes were just as wide and mouth falling open besides, she felt like giggling.
It was Kaname who recovered first, blinking a few times and snapping his mouth shut, furious colour burning in his cheeks.
"What foolishness is this, Yuuki?" he hissed. "Do not humiliate your King any further!"
Yuuki just turned back to Zero. The rare uncertainty in his eyes and the softening of his length inside her prompted her to offer a tiny smile of reassurance. With the sharp edge of her anger blunted by his loving attentions, she did wonder if she had gone too far this time, but there was no trace of doubt in her face when she turned back to Kaname.
"Why not, dear husband?" she asked sweetly. "You can't have forgotten what you promised last year after forgetting my birthday?"
The flash in Kaname's eyes and the mutinous jut of his lower lip told her he did remember; he was just hoping she wouldn't. Too bad for him she had a very good memory.
"When I said – I meant-" Kaname broke off and grunted in frustration. He was trapped and they both knew it.
"You do remember," Yuuki said with a pleased smile, one eyebrow raised at her seething husband. "You promised I could have anything done to you should you forget again, short of killing or maiming you."
Then her smile turned impish, brown eyes twinkling with unholy mischief.
"Don't worry, my King," she purred. "I promise that Zero won't kill or maim you. In fact, I promise that this is one punishment you will enjoy very much!"
The very mention of Zero's name seemed to snap Kaname out of his self-pity.
"No! Never!" he snarled, an angry flush spreading over his face. "I will never allow your worthless slave this – this privilege!"
Yuuki's indulgent smile vanished as if someone had flipped a light switch inside her. Pressing her palms against Zero's chest, she pushed him backwards and away from her, their bodies disengaging with a wet slide.
With the reflexes born of long experience with his volatile Queen, Zero jerked backwards fast enough that her slender legs swinging to the side of the bed cleared his chest.
"His name is Zero Kiryuu!" Yuuki hissed at Kaname as she stood up, her silk shift falling down to her knees, brown eyes blazing. "And I have decided that he will take you!"
- o -
Kaname glared at his furious Queen. Outwardly, he was every inch her proud and stubborn King, but inside, nauseating dismay had pooled inside his stomach, sitting there like a stone. There was no swaying Yuuki now, he knew. Not with his rash vow of a year ago hanging over him like the sword of Damocles, his arrogant words echoing inside his head with demented persistence.
Oh, why in the name of all the deities in heaven, hell and in between had he made that stupid, idiotic promise?
He had gotten her that expensive tiara, hadn't he?
Why had he felt the need to promise more?
When would he learn to keep his mouth shut, damnit?!
Unbidden, his eyes went to Kiryuu, still sitting on the bed, and as if sensing his furious gaze, the silver head turned his way. Kaname glared into those wary amethyst eyes, his own narrowing in an unmistakable warning.
Just you wait, Zero Kiryuu. You may be the Queen's personal slave and I may have left you alone until now, but no longer. The moment you touch me, your life is forfeit!
To Kaname's surprise and consternation, Kiryuu held his gaze without blinking as he got off of the bed and stood up, his impressive length still half erect. Grinding his teeth together, Kaname turned to glare at Yuuki again. With her dainty hands on her hips, she met his eyes and lifted her chin, daring him to deny his words, challenging him to utter a protest.
Kaname took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, his chin going up as well.
Fine. Having taken his pride, she now wanted to grind it into the dust.
Fine. He would let her, no matter how wrong and humiliating it was to make a King submit to a slave.
- o -
How was it that Yuuki always seemed to be one step ahead of him?
Kaname ripped at the sash around his waist and shrugged off his back silk robe, letting it pool on the plush carpet beneath his feet. His only saving grace as he stalked to the bed was the flaccid length between his legs, irrefutable proof of his reluctance to comply.
Thanks to his not-at-all-innocent-and-completely-devious Queen, he couldn't even enjoy the prospect of having his revenge on Kiryuu later. Yuuki had just extracted a vow from him – in front of her slave, no less – that he would not subject Kiryuu to any form of physical, mental or emotional torture, blackmail or bullying, either by himself or through others. The grim look in her eyes promised him that if Zero were to trip over the hem of his silk trousers while walking back to his room tonight, or burn his tongue on a cup of scalding tea tomorrow morning or suffer so much as a paper cut from this moment on, Kaname would be her only suspect.
She knew him too well. If remembering details was one of his weaknesses, then keeping his word was one of his strengths, something he took great pride in as King. Too bad it was his royal pride that was taking a beating now.
"On your hands and knees, dear husband."
Face burning anew in mortification, Kaname jerked his chin still higher and placed his knees on the edge of the mattress. He leaned forward and caught himself on his hands. The knowledge that both Yuuki and Kiryuu were standing behind him - the former likely smirking in triumph and the latter likely ogling his bared bottom - did not make him feel any better, nor did imagining all manner of gruesome plans for Kiryuu's torture and eventual demise.
When a warm hand touched his hip, he stiffened.
"Get this over with, Kiryuu!" he gritted out without turning his head.
"Your Majesty, I need you to relax first."
Kiryuu's tone was respectful, but Kaname snarled, jerking his head to the side just enough to meet those solemn eyes, the power of his royal glare somewhat mitigated by his long hair hanging in his face.
"Just do your Queen's bidding, damnit!" he hissed furiously.
He didn't know whether to be furious or relieved when that hand glided over his buttocks, careful fingertips slipping between them. Goose bumps of shame prickled sharply along his skin as he gritted his teeth harder, fighting the urge to squirm away from that offending hand.
"Queen Yuuki wants you to enjoy this experience. It will hurt a lot less if you relax."
Insolent slave! Perversely, Kaname tightened his hips and squeezed his buttocks together, wishing he could crush those fingers between them.
"Prepare him now, Zero."
At Yuuki's amused, even indulgent command, the hand disappeared. There was the familiar sound of a bedside drawer being opened, followed by the sound of a jar lid being unscrewed.
Kaname hung his head and exhaled, his heart pounding with dread inside his chest. He had never been claimed by a man before. Never.
To think that his first would be a slave, and one that belonged to his Queen, no less! How mortifying! He started when warm fingertips glided over his buttocks and spread them. Something cool and wet touched his entrance and pressed lightly against it.
"Relax," came Kiryuu's soft voice.
"Just get on with it!" Kaname demanded.
That fingertip – it could be nothing else – swirled around his puckered skin. Once, twice and then pressing against the centre. Again - once, twice before pressing against the centre, a little harder this time. By the fifth or sixth time, that fingertip slipped inside.
Kaname stared at a crimson silk pillow in front of him without seeing it, his breath hitching in his throat, every single part of him attuned to only one thing - that slender, unfamiliar intrusion inside him. He found himself tracking its every moment as it worked its way in, going deeper and deeper each time.
It didn't hurt, not really.
Damnit, it should!
His thoughts were answered when that finger slipped out and reentered with a twin, both digits cool and slippery with fresh gel. Kaname stiffened for real, a grunt of surprise escaping him at the unexpected stretch.
"Shh… relax."
"Shut up!" Kaname growled, his fingers gripping the silk sheets, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and held it, the thudding of his heart loud in his ears, in time with the heat pulsing in his face. Those fingers continued sliding in and out of him without pause, turning this way and that, rubbing against his insides and working him loose. The stretch was just starting not to hurt… when those fingers scissored.
Once again, Kaname went rigid at the renewed stretch, eyes squeezing shut and breath leaving his lungs in a sharp whoosh.
"Relax," Kiryuu crooned. "Just breathe in and out, that's right."
And all the while, his fingers continued their skilled work, scissoring and stretching, twisting and turning. They went further inside Kaname, their tips slightly crooked and-
Kaname's eyes snapped wide open. An unexpected, electrifying jolt had snaked up his spine and down again, straightening his back before zipping into the soft length between his legs. His entire body jerked in reaction.
"Unh! What was that?"
Wide eyed, he swung his head to the side. Kiryuu's amethyst eyes were half hidden by his silvery bangs, but his lips curved in a smile the same instant he pressed against that same spot.
Kaname's body jerked again as a second jolt of electricity shot through him, making his length twitch and firm. Furious at his body's reaction, he twisted to face front again, but when those fingertips rubbed him, he arched his back and threw his head back in surprise.
"Yes!" he hissed, sliding his knees further apart and encouraging those fingertips to start a slow, circular motion that left him hard and fully aroused in a matter of seconds, the flushed head of his length pointing down at the mattress. Gritting his teeth, he pushed against those fingers, forcing them deeper inside him. He rolled his hips, breath catching each time he felt that stunning jolt, making stars burst behind his eyelids.
For the next glorious minute or so, nothing else existed for Kaname except those fingers and the sharp, delicious reaction they caused in his body. Eyes closed and mouth open, he rode them mindlessly, undulating his hips like he was getting at a maddening itch on his buttocks against a scratching post… until those fingers stopped and withdrew, leaving panting, aching… and strangely empty.
"No!" He protested before he could stop himself and then he clenched his jaw hard, keeping the rest of his words back. He wasn't going to beg and he wasn't going to turn around and see how smug Kiryuu looked now.
When something wet and cool nudged his entrance, he pushed back at once, eager to have those fingers delve deep inside him again. The sharp pain that followed alerted him to the fact that it wasn't Kiryuu's fingers this time, but something much bigger.
"Shh... relax."
Kaname froze, torn between wanting to jerk his hips forward and away from that hard flesh, and wanting to push back on it, the unbidden thought of how good it would feel against that spot inside him flitting across his mind.
Kiryuu didn't give him any time to decide. With his hands holding Kaname's hips still, he started pushing forward, entering him in oh so slow degrees.
Breathing in shortened gasps, Kaname weathered the stretch, tensing his muscles against the painful sting that wilted his arousal. Then the penetration paused and Kaname felt a warm, damp weight drape over his back, hot breath ghosting over his ear.
"Relax, Your Majesty," Kiryuu whisper. "I promise I will make this good for you."
Kaname pressed his lips together and shook his head, stubbornly wanting to defy... yet longing to comply. His hands and knees were starting to tremble from their combined weight, but he kept silent.
Kiryuu kept just as still despite being halfway buried inside Kaname, as if he were waiting for him to reply.
After what felt like an eternity, Kaname exhaled and sagged lower onto the bed, head hanging low and eyes closing in surrender.
"Alright," he breathed in a whisper so low it was barely audible. "Alright."
"Thank you," Kiryuu whispered back.
That heavy warmth lifted off of Kaname and the fingers on his hips tightened in warning. He took a deep breath and heard Kiryuu do the same and then that hard length was pushing deeper into him, the very slowness of its movement a testament to Kiryuu's self control. Despite the sharp discomfort, Kaname made no protest as he was filled, keeping his muscles relaxed, his and Kiryuu's shallow breathing occurring almost in tandem until his buttocks were pressed up against Kiryuu's groin. As soon as the sharp pain gave way to a dull throb, he shifted a bit, inhaling sharply when that hard arousal in him brushed against that spot.
"Your Majesty?" Kiryuu whispered. "Are you all right?"
"Kaname? Are you all right?"
Kaname blinked at the two voices sounding at almost the same time. He had been so lost in the new sensations of being prepped and claimed he had almost forgotten Yuuki's presence... and that this was a punishment, not a treat. The affirmative he had been about to tell Kiryuu took an abrupt one eighty turn.
"No! I am not all right!" he snapped, but Yuuki's only response was an amused laugh.
"I'm sure you are," she told him. "Move now, Zero."
Kiryuu took a deep breath and pulled out slowly, the sensation making Kaname's knees shake. When he pushed in again, his flesh slid against that spot inside Kaname, masking the pain of his penetration.
This was what Kaname had been waiting for. With a sudden cry, he threw his pride to the four winds and focused on only one thing – pleasure. His own. Whatever promises he had made to Yuuki earlier, whatever punishments he had thought of for Kiryuu after that, whatever humiliation he had felt, all of it was forgotten. The only that mattered right now was that iron hard length driving into him and the resultant burst of pleasure from each stroke.
Instinctively, Kaname bent low, forearms flat on the bed in front of him, forehead resting on them and buttocks thrust high up in the air. A trickle of sweat ran into his right eye and stung it, but he didn't care. His breath was knocked out of him each time Kiryuu thrust forward, but he reveled in each movement that pushed him back and forth on the silk sheets, the strong hands on his hips the only thing keeping them up. Nothing else existed, but those hands and that shaft inside him, the tightly coiled tension low in his knotted stomach, the sharp tingles going up the base of his spine and the knowledge that he was going to experience a truly spectacular orgasm. The only thing lacking right now was a hand to stroke his weeping arousal to completion.
When Kiryuu stopped again, Kaname threw his head back and let loose a loud keen of protest. He pushed back hard, but those fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh at his hips, keeping him still, the sound of his harsh breathing rivalled only by the one behind him.
"Move, damnit! Move!" Kaname demanded, uncaring if he sounded as desperate as he felt. His body was shaking, a little more than a hairsbreadth away from release.
Kiryuu was speaking as well and sounded just as desperate, only he wasn't addressing Kaname.
"Queen Yuuki, I - I can't hold back much longer! It had been a month..."
"Has it? Alright, Zero. As long as your King gets his satisfaction, you may have yours too."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Kaname heard the dialog, but it sounded far away, his lust fogged brain incapable of processing its meaning. The only thing that mattered was that Kiryuu had started moving again and was now thrusting into him hard and fast. Even better, a strong hand had found his rigid length and was stroking it with the same desperate speed, driving it through a tight fist without mercy.
Kaname let out an exultant scream as his orgasm rushed up to him like a tsunami wave, bowling him over and dragging him under. His body spasmed with bliss, shooting out his satisfaction onto the sheets in several spurts as that hard length continued stabbing relentlessly inside him, sending his orgasm spiraling to unchartered heights.
Lost in the throes of his stunning climax, Kaname was barely aware of Kiryuu's swift rhythm faltering or the long, low groan behind him or the fingers digging vice like into the soft flesh of his hips. He only understood what had happened when a rush of liquid heat filled his insides, the realisation like a bucket of ice water dumped on his head.
What the - oh God, Kiryuu had just released inside him!
- To be continued –