I'm not the only one who thinks Tony + Jaime in sexy situations hot, right?

Calling the swordsman a slave was so worth the beating.

He didn't get let off easily. Jaime had a sadistic grin as he lashed at him. That wasn't Tony's kink, but he could live with it if Jaime would insist. However, as he stumbled into what they told him was the servant bath area, bruised and bleeding, Tony's everlasting cockiness was still intact.

Young girls filled the big metal tub with bucket after bucket of boiling water, once they were done; it took so long to fill the thing that the water was at the right temperature. The servant girls stayed around, arms clasped and standing by the door. Jaime was in the room also, though more as a guard slash "person who would put a sword through Tony's abdomen if he tried to run away" guy. Tony liked his woman, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't in the best attire and there hasn't been a mirror for him to look at his face, which was likely to be almost as frightening as the hulk in its un-groomed glory.

So, he stayed poised before the tub, though his gaze was locked on Jaime's, who looked as if he couldn't care less about Tony's problems.

"We do not have all day." He sneered. "Get undressed and in the bath, or… the seven gods help me what is wrong?"

"Can I get, oh, I don't know, a little privacy?" Tony asked inquiringly, making sure his tone wasn't to insulting; he was not up to another beating, though clearly displaying in undertone his discontent.

"You are to be watched at all times." Was Jaime's response, and didn't he just look so gleeful in making Tony look uncomfortable.

"You have to watch me. They," he waved at the girls still by the door, twirling their thumbs, "have better stuff to do than watch me clean."

An annoyed look came over Jaime's features, and he seemed to think for a moment. He was the type to keep the girls there in the pleasure of making Tony uncomfortable, he knew, nevertheless, Tony hoped he would have the smallest bit of bro code in his judgement.

At last, he gestured for the maids to leave, making his want clear without saying anything. As they scurried off, he fixed the billionaire with a hard glance, daring him to ask for something else. Satisfied, Tony turned around right away to slip of the grimy material off his shoulder and steeped into the tub, one cautious foot at a time.

Now, more than any would have been the best time to seduce the knight. However, Tony just felt so gross, his skin from head to toe covered in grime, his features barely recognizable, black bags possibly under his eyes, body not to its strong, toned look, and facial hair in disarray.

But, Tony wasn't one to give up after he was nice and shiny and squeaky clean, steeping out of the tub, flaunting his unsoiled fresh skin, he was ready to give the blonde a good eyeful. If he would get that razor he asked for…

Just at that moment, a knock at the door brought Jaime out of his stoic place when he went to answer it. Another man was there, and they exchanged a couple words before he handed the knight an item. Jaime closed the door after this and travelled over to Tony's lazed form and threw the knife, where it landed with a splash in the water. The knight gave Tony's shocked startle a scathing grin as he returned to his post.

The brunette furrowed his eyebrows at the other, making sure he saw before fishing around the bottom of the basin. The knife had missed slitting his leg by a mere couple of centimeters, and if it would have hit, nobody could know what Tony would have done.

After a couple tries in cutting his beard blind and nearly cutting himself one too many times, Tony sighed audibly in frustration and asked in a haughty voice. "Got a mirror?" The man didn't respond, which meant he didn't understand, which put Tony another point higher than the sexy douche.

Though, now he had to somehow explain.

He waved a hand over his face, trying to display a reflection. When he was still regarded blankly, he huffed and put to hand in from oh his face while saying. "You know that thing that shows you what you look like. There's glass in it…"

"A looking glass…" Jaime said slowly, and when Tony shrugged but and nodded anyway, he traversed the room to open drawer and drawer, likely looking for the object.

He came back with an old fashioned 19th century mirror in his hand. He passed it over to Tony without them having any skin to skin contact, as if the billionaire was a disease ready to attack him. However he didn't miss the hovering look at what was under the surface…

Tony shaved clumsily but as quickly as possible. It wasn't perfect, but much better than it was, and as he scrubbed himself down once, twice, trice, he found he was finally good and done.

This time, he took his time stepping out, bending down unnecessarily and letting the water droplets trickle down his dark body longer than was natural. He picked up a towel after a while, pretending not to be bothered by his nakedness, and shook it through his hair, drying it, and then finally travelling it down his body in a slow, seductive manner.

He felt somewhat ridiculous, it being sort of amateur; however he needed anything he could get. These people where like old-fashioned judgemental grandparents; he had no idea how they would react to a male on male relationship. So he had to somehow make Jaime think he was making the first move, when it was really Tony strewing it along.

And as he flicked his eyes towards the knight for the first time, the blonde didn't notice because he was staring intently at his legs, his ass, his cock…

Tony cheered mentally, however pretended he didn't see anything and turned to face the other, arms crossed.

"I need clothes, and food. Clothes and food."

Jaime rolled his eyes at him and walked over to the drawers once again pulling out the same attire as what he saw the male servants wearing. He handed them to the brunette who only looked at him disbelievingly and didn't take them.

"Those are-"

"Yes, servant clothes. You are not a free man… Stark, you better learn that." The billionaire's mouth gaped and he only stared at the blonde. The other seemed to have lost his patience since he grabbed Tony by the arms, to which he resisted obviously, and tried to pull on the garb. It was a difficult task, since Tony squirmed and made sure to rub his rump at exactly the right spots to make Jaime hot. And if he did say so himself, he was doing quite well, judging by the lump that had formed in his knight get-up.

After that, Jaime seemed to try even harder and soon enough, Tony was in new clothes. The other pulled away quickly after that and glared turning around and staling towards the door, barking over his shoulder for the other to follow him, or he would not be treated so nicely.

And, what? Tony was being treated nicely? What was bad?

But he won that round, even though Jaime didn't know it. He skipped after the blonde, who he was hoping was walking towards the kitchen or something, and grinned the whole time doing so. At least these people got sexually aroused, right?

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