Hi everyone! I thought I'd surprise you guys with a quick update since the other one took longer than I expected. A big thank you to my first reviewer! I'm glad you enjoyed that chapter. As usual the warning. Warning: Story includes, BoyxBoy, swearing, violence, mention of rape and abuse, ratings may turn up. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! =) Have a nice day wherever you guys are!


James slowly blinked open his eyes as a dark sunlight cascaded from the balcony outside onto his pale eyelids. A deep ache coursed against his chest and arm but somehow the extent it had been on the previous day was numbed. He was taunted to fall back asleep by the lullaby of rainfall outside. Something about the way that the raindrops sounded as they hit the tiles... the thought that he was snug here with Joffrey's arms wrapped around him and both of them comfortably warm under the silk sheets instead of out there in the cold... Hold on...

James slowly turned over as he looked at Joffrey sound asleep with a pair of arms comfortably wrapped around him. He had woken on many mornings like this after he had been raped or abused by the masters of the cages... but never had he felt safety like this. There was something different about the way that Joffrey held him.

That's when he remembered what had happened on the previous evening and let out a deep groan. "What did I do..." He muttered as he lowered his head onto something hard and looked down to see an egg wrapped comfortably in his embrace. He ran his fingers over the smooth and hard scales... all the while his mind was still on the fact that he had kissed Joffrey. "I never should have done that." He pulled the egg closer as though he was holding a new born child. "Joffrey will beat the crap out of me for doing that."
"No but he will if you don't go back to sleep." Joffrey grumbled as his arms circled around James' waist and pulled him closer so the boy was curved against his chest. "Now rest and go back to sleep." He muttered.
"Why haven't you killed me yet? You know where I come from... you know who I am. Why- Hey!"

James stopped as Joffrey gently took the egg and placed it over to the side, back in the silk cushion of it's chest. "Because. You're mine now. I don't easily give away what belongs to me. Now go back to sleep or get up." The boy slowly let go of him and stood leaving James back on the bed, staring intently at the egg.

This didn't go unnoticed by the king.

Joffrey hid his amused smile as he slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the table before he took a stance next to a wardrobe of clothes. "What happened yesterday-"
"Already forgotten." Joffrey lied. "You were under the effects of medicine... besides it's not as though you meant it." He shrugged and kept his mask of a face perfect as not to give anything away. James looked away as he kept tears back. Of course it had meant nothing to Joffrey. Why would he be important? He's just a worthless slave, just like his king had made sure that he understood. What could James possibly offer a king? He was pathetic on every count! He could do absolutely nothing! But what hurt the worst why he even cared what Joffrey thought about it. Why would he care what some stuck up brat thought about a kiss? No... Like Joffrey said. It was just effects of the medicine and should be forgotten as soon as possible.

However in Joffrey's head, his thoughts were raging in anger against him. The very words he had tried to use to lie and comfort the smaller boy had started an internal war in his mind: How can you say that you idiot! You know that secretly you enjoyed it!
But he can't as long as he's king! What can he do? It's not as though he can make James his Queen!
He can do what he wants!
THE KING CAN DO WHAT EVER HE WANTS!
But he can't get James to love him!

Joffrey frowned before putting a hand to his forehead as though to stop the pain. James watched intently as the pain coursed across Joffrey's features. His body became still and stiff with tension. His eyes darting nervously around as though he was hearing a hundred different things at once. "My king?"
"Just... go!" Joffrey snarled. His eyes were closed tightly now as his face was scrunched up in focus. His hands gripped the wood so hard that the white of his knuckles were showing.

James smiled faintly as he slowly walked over, making sure that he kept one arm wrapped around his torso as his voice softly began to sing in a strange language that Joffrey did not recognise: "Sono pronto per l'amore, sono pronto per te." Sono in piedi proprio qui, sto aspettando per voi. Così fuggendo lontano dal mio amore..." How ever the way that James' voice slowly flowed around the words. The way he pronounced each of them and whispered them gently into his master's ear.

It seemed to soothe him.

James gave a gentle smile as he reached out and gently ran his fingers across Joffrey's forehead, ignoring all the screaming urges in his body not to go near the boy. "What was that?" Joffrey whispered as he slowly opened his dark eyes and gazed at James as though the boy was a ghost, just coming back into focus.
"I don't know." James shrugged. "It's what I hear in my dreams.. It's strange.. but I don't know what the words exactly mean." He said quietly.
"So you sing gibberish which you don't even recognise?" Joffrey stopped himself as he realised how he had just snapped at James and took a calming breath.
"I know it's strange... but if I could understand exactly what the words could mean... then I would guess that they meant... I'm ready for love, I'm ready for you. I'm standing right here, I'm waiting for you. So running away far from my love..."
"It sounded far more beautiful when you said it the other way."
"I know... sometimes a different language can be seen as beautiful. I just wish I knew more about my past." James sighed as he looked down to his wrists. He frowned slightly only just noticing that the chains on his wrist had been removed. "Um... My king?"
"Come on." Joffrey avoided the question openly. "Do you have a preferred colour?" He stated as he looked over James' bare form.
"Um... Sapphire blue I guess." James whispered and lowered his gaze before Joffrey pulled out pair of leather trousers and a pearl white shirt. "I do not have something like that a the moment but we will visit the tailor later today and find you something worthy to wear." James blushed brightly as he looked down at the clothes then looked back at Joffrey. "My king... this is..."
"It is nothing. Now go and change. Then when you're ready. We shall take a walk."
"Yes... My king."

Joffrey smiled to himself when James had walked away. The look of surprise in the boys eyes was quite saddening. It was sad that he was surprised to receive a basic necessity such as clothes... but he had noticed one very important thing that James himself hadn't.

James hadn't put up a fight about receiving a gift off him. "Slowly lowering that shield?" Joffrey couldn't help but celebrate this small victory. However the boy was right: The fact that his name was now known was a fatal danger to anyone who now ruled over the Iron throne. "I can't think like that. No one else knows of his existence. No one knows his name, there by no one can know he's a threat."
"Who's a threat?"

Joffrey turned in time just to see as James walked out. The boy had one hand rested on his hip. The tight leather trousers were mouth watering on him, as was the framing pearl white shirt which so elegantly went with it. The black shoes were freshly polished.

As Joffrey devoured each detail, he found his own trousers becoming tighter.

James tilted his head as he watched Joffrey begin to squirm. Did he not look good? "My king? Have I displeased you?" He frowned slightly.
"More the opposite." Joffrey muttered under his breath before he took a calming grasp of air and looked back at James. "The garden is under cover. Come. We shall walk."
"Uh... sure." James nodded as he looked back at the chest which kept the dragon egg in.
"Don't worry. No one else enters my chambers. No one will touch it." Joffrey said quietly before walking out the door knowing full well that James would follow.
"I hope so." James placed his hand on the chest and smiled at it. "I don't want anyone else to touch this."

Thud

James flinched back as he stared down at it. Had he just imagined that then?! Had he just imagine what had almost sound like a heartbeat?! "James!" Joffrey called impatiently.
"Coming." James said quietly before leaving the room.

It was only when the door closed that his eyes were parted from the box.

-Break-

James looked up to the grey clouds as the rain relentlessly poured down on the roof above them. The air was thick with moisture and a breeze that seemed to try and seep into his very skin.

However.

For all of this.

He was still surrounded by countless beauty.

The smell of roses and countless scents filled his nose and him to the brim; Honey suckle, lavender, fresh apples. It was all so delicious and covered in countless rows of beautiful colour. "You like it?" Joffrey looked into James' sparkling eyes, almost hypnotised by the way they were dazzled at the long winding garden and distance cascade of the hills which sloped towards a brilliant lake.
"My king... this place is perfect! If only the gods had allowed better weather in which to view it." James whispered softly as they walked slowly along.
"If only the gods allowed us a few more things in this forsaken world." Joffrey sighed as he reached out and plucked a long rose. He smiled before he handed it to James who took it with surprise and held it to his nose to take in the sweet scent.
"I always did love roses." James admitted.
"Now." Joffrey tried making his voice careful and gentle. "I would like to know of how you came to be in this city." James immediately looked at the ground as he hid his gaze. "Please James." Joffrey said quietly.
"Why would you want to know? Why would you want to know about my poor story and a bunch of woe of me crap?"
"Because I... I made an oath... and I intend to stand by it. You're mine now. When somebody hurts what is mine... I always get even."
"My king..." James sighed. "Are you really that desperate to know?"

Joffery nodded simply.

James lent against a railing which faced the great lake. "Fine. I guess since I'm under your control I better tell you." Joffrey almost flinched at that. Had he really pushed it to hard onto James that he was nothing more than a slave to him? "As I told you. I only remember the last three months of my life and my name. I woke in that vault and was moved quickly from place to place after I was put to sleep... the first time I remember seeing sunlight was waking up one day in a cage. It must have been a market because there were loads of stalls. People were everywhere shouting and crashing into one another." The more James seemed the speak, the more absent his gaze became. "For a few days the only thing that seemed to happen was that a man would shove in a cup of water and a bit of bread. No one acknowledged me or even spoke to me... not until the fifth day." James began to grip the railing more tightly. "On that fifth day the man who fed me opened the cage and grabbed me by my neck. He pulled me out and threw me onto the floor." Joffrey was unsure what to do next as James shook his head and walked out into the pouring rain. Quickly the boy's hair was plastered to his face. It was after a few minutes James finally spoke again. "He wrapped my wrists in chains and kneed me in the back till I was to bruised and in pain to move. At that point he ripped away my shorts and..." Joffrey heard it this time more than he saw it. James was about to say something but his voice shook... he was crying and trying to hide his tears in the rain.

But it was a vein attempt.

His tears fell heavier than the rain drops.

Joffrey lent against the railing and stared at the boy who was trying to hide his emotions from him. "After that men came and took me as though I was some common rag; a rag to wash away the dark desires of their secret lustful fantasies. The man became rich and that's how it went on for a couple of months... that and a couple of beatings so that I wouldn't fight as much when they raped me... then you came that one morning." James looked at him and Joffrey finally saw the darkness in those ancient eyes. The fact someone so young could look so old... It surprised Joffrey.

But what he did next surprised him even more so.

He slowly walked over and rested his hand against James' cheek. "I would never rush you. I want what happened last night to happen again. Even if we just kept it our secret. I don't want anyone else ever touching you ever again. If you ever allow someone to come close and touch you like that." Joffrey stared deeply into James' eyes. "I want that person to be me." He watched as James' eyes became wide.

The smaller boy just stood their frozen the only thoughts that were going through his head were: What?

Joffrey felt panic beginning to build in his chest. "It's mad... and so frustrating! I just can't explain! I look at you and I just get this warm and cold feeling running through me. I want to reach out and take you back to my chambers! I never want anyone else to hurt you ever again. And I just don't know what that is-"
"Joffrey..." James looked up at him with scared wide eyes. "That's love."

Silence passed in a thick wave between them.

Both stared at each other not knowing what to do. "We can't." Joffrey finally decided and James felt his heart plummet six feet under. "I'm king... and-"
"And I'm just a lowly servant... A slave." He turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look any deeper into those eyes that had saved him twice now. I'm not going to stand here and be reminded I'm nothing. He thought as James began to turn away and was stopped as once again Joffery grabbed his arm and brought him to a halt.
"No... You are not a slave. You are mine. Now and forever you are mine."

He paused.

"And I am yours." He whispered after a moment.

James stared at him for a moment before leaning in close and pressing their bodies together as he landed a crashing kiss on the kings mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance until it was finally Joffrey who took control. He pushed James up against the pillar nearby and the boy latched his legs around the kings waist as he pulled their bodies as possibly close as they could. Only breaking the kiss when they were forced to draw a breath and even then it was but the break of a second before their rough passionate kiss returned.

After a couple of minutes Joffrey slowly broke the kiss as he began to slowly pull back. James' cheeks were coloured almost a bright pink with a burning blush. His tongue rested slightly on his parted lips as a thin line of saliva connected from both boy's lips. "That must be the last time we must do that." Joffrey said quietly.
"You'd be more convincing if there wasn't something poking me right now." James grinned slightly making the king now blush brightly. James slowly lent back against the pillar more as his legs unwound from Joffrey's waist. He grinned slightly at the way he had made the king so excited but was soon stopped as both boy's locked their gaze once again. "We can't... do this. You know that."
"It's not going to ever be the same now. One kiss can bind anything." James whispered. He looked down at the ground as he began to shuffle his feet. "Does this mean you no longer want me around." Fear began to rein in his eyes. "You're going to send me back to the slave-"
"Never." Joffrey stated as he frowned. "You are still mine. You will have free walk around the castle and the outside grounds... I will require a small task every now and then... if that is to say fetch some clothing from the village."
"Anything." James smiled. "I better take my leave then." James bowed slightly with a smile. "My king." He began to walk off down the corridors.
"Go back to my chambers!" Joffrey called and smiled as he caught the boy's sparkling eyes.

He turned back towards the sky and watched as the clouds were just growing darker. "There is a war coming." He said quietly. Then began to grin as something dawned on him. "And now I'm going to win... because I now have something to protect and fight for." He turned on the spot and carried on the long walk back to his chambers.