Miss Stealer: Welcome back my pretties to chapter 10! I know I've been slow with updates and whatnot, but my finals were this week and I needed to kind of study. A lot. Even so, I have this for ya :D Anyone know what the title of this chapter's a reference to? Cookie for anyone who does! Oh yeah, don't hate me. You'll know what I mean. Enjoy/ Rage!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I obviously would've done things that would be deemed "socially unacceptable" to it…Psh…

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"You," Jack Yao held out a letter to a waiting servant, "Send this to whom it is addressed to. Now, hurry it along." The servant bowed and quickly left to deliver the letter. Yao sat back in his brown leather chair with a tired sigh. He really wished he didn't have to use such a forceful tactic, but he couldn't take any chances with his plan to get rid of Alfred's little home wrecker. It was sure to be a national, no, global embarrassment for he Spade Kingdom to have a man as queen.

Yes, the Hearts Kingdom had that type of system, but their king and queen were solely business partners. To actually have a real male couple take the throne? Unacceptable in Yao's eyes.

The jack turned his chair and looked out into the gardens. He spotted the famous duo walking along the rose bushes and talking adamantly; smiles on their faces. He scoffed at Alfred, who grabbed Arthur's hands and happily spun them in a circle, then dragged the datorem off to the stables. Yao noticed that their actions had been a bit…off, since the gala a week before.

They did things much more carefully around each other and seemed to blush from just looking each other in the eyes. Now, Yao may be an old brute, but he knows attraction when he sees it, and he is most definitely not liking it. 'Hopefully what I had sent for comes quick. The sooner, the better.'

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The sun was starting to set and the last of its' rays hit the now almost completely bare trees around the Spade Palace. Autumn was settling in for its short stay in the Spade Kingdom before the harsh winter arrived and covered the land with glistening snow. People were starting to cover themselves in warm furs and storing important objects that were susceptible to the harsh winter. The royal gardeners were preparing the grounds, planting special flowers and trees that grew best in cold weather to maintain the garden's beautiful charm. Many of these plants were imported from the Clubs Kingdom, for their tundra landscape still held floral beauty all year long.

Arthur took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his lungs. He, like the king, had taken a liking to the gardens and was currently on one of his many strolls through the extensive grounds. Nodding his head at some passing gardeners and servants, including a wave to a cold Sabina, he headed to his favorite spot: Willow's Pond; where he was to hopefully meet Sabina when she was done with her share of the work.

The large, crystal clear pond was near the back of the entire garden and was surrounded by a multitude of beautiful weeping willow trees. The pond laid undisturbed lily pads and cat tails frozen in place. The hanging leaves from the willows created a curtain around the pond, blocking out the rest of the garden and producing a comforting silence.

Arthur picked up a smooth stone and rolled it in his hand before throwing it into the water, disrupting the peaceful calm. He sighed heavily. All week he and Alfred had been different with one another. The datorem blushed when he remembered the close call they had on the prince's birthday.

"We almost…" he shook he head. He couldn't let his newfound feelings show. His gratitude and loyalty to Alfred had turned into an embarrassing amount of love. Arthur knew for a fact, however, that his love would never be accepted; by Alfred and the Kingdom. Plus, the prince was searching a wife, and he was aiding him, nonetheless.

Arthur smiled sadly and his heart clenched. He had forgotten what it was like to feel as if he were loved. Honestly, he wanted to be greedy and stay by Alfred's side for as long as possible; however, he had quite an unfortunate past with things never going according to plan. Arthur sighed and closed his eyes, tilting his head up as he felt a breeze sweep around him. Everything was perfect; nice and quiet…but that changed very quickly.

The datorem felt two large arms wrap around him, one hand going to his mouth and the other holding down his arms. A thick, smokey perfume-like smell invaded his nostrils, the scent so pungent it made his eyes water. Arthur struggled in the tight grasp, but it was nearly impossible due to the constricting, tan arms. A low chuckle was hard behind him and he opened his eyes wide in fright.

"Well, well," a heavily accented man said in a sing-song voice right by Arthur's ear. The stranger's breath was odd and fanned over the side of his face. "Who would've known you were such a cutie? I'm really gonna have fun with this." The man groped his behind and licked the datorem's ear. Arthur froze in fear before violently shaking his head and kicking his feet in an attempt to break away.

The stranger only chuckled again and started to force the smaller man to the ground. In his haste to get away, Arthur made the man's hold on his mouth break and he screamed for help as loud as he could. His attacker just pinned him down and glared at him while he continued to yell.

"Aww, poor thing. No one's going to come; we're all the way in the back of the grounds. Haha, you picked a perfect place, Arthur."

'How does he know my name? Who is he? What does he want? Oh gods, I hope he doesn't-' His thoughts were cut off when he felt a cloth cover his mouth, being tied around his head hastily. He thrashed and kicked with all his might, but the stronger man held him down with ease, then straddled him. The attacker whistled as he looked the bound and squirming datorem over.

"A datorem? Damn, that jack really set me up with the good stuff. Now, stop struggling and it'll be less painful." Arthur looked up at the man in fear and shock. He had dark, tan skin and a mask over his eyes; however, the glint in the uncovered eyes shone brightly with perverted intent. "I don't care either way."

Arthur winced at the pain. 'Jack? Bloody Yao!' He felt the man unbutton his shirt and run his rough hands over his chest, crudely pinching his nipples. Arthur continued to squirm and thrash, tears now pricking at his eyes. The attacker grunted in annoyance and ripped part of the datorem's shirt to tie his hands above him to the bench that sat by the pond.

Now that the masked man had use of both hands, he pulled on Arthur's, now dirty, hair and continued to bite and suck his way down his chest. The smaller of the two whimpered and tried to knock the other off of him, but the attacker used it to his own advantage and started to grind his hips into Arthur's.

"Oh, feisty little shit you are. Don't worry; it won't take long if you stop that fucking squirming, yeah?" He roughly ripped the datorem's trousers down his legs and Arthur began to shake as the tears started to slip down his cheeks. "Poor, dirty datorem. Wish your little princey was here to save you? Too bad he doesn't care enough to come sweep you off your feet now."

Arthur tried to loosen the tie on his wrists, telling himself not to listen to the man's words, and did everything in his power to stop the attacker from spreading his legs. Thankfully, the gag in his mouth wasn't tied as well as he thought and he slipped it off hastily.

"HELP! Please, someone he-!"

"Oh, shut up!" Arthur was smacked so hard his face tingled and he froze as pain spread over his face. The masked man retied the cloth even tighter than before, making Arthur whine in pain. The larger man forced his legs apart and settled between them smugly. He took Arthur's limp member in his hand and squeezed it hard. Arthur tried to yell out, but all of the struggling was unfortunately wearing him out immensely. He couldn't control his tears anymore as he realized just how helpless he really was.

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"Finally!" Sabina sighed and stood up straight, leaning on her dirty shovel. She looked over all of what she had done. Several trees were planted, bushes of flowers in place, and a brand-spankin'-new gazebo stood in the center of the flower garden. Now she could get to Arthur at Willow's Pond and relax for the rest of the day.

'Hopefully he's still there. Hey, maybe we could plant some of those lilies at the pond too! I wonder where I put them…' Well, she figured, Arthur had been waiting for a while, a couple of more minutes couldn't hurt.

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"It's a shame dear Alfred couldn't get to see you like this first, but now he won't want to anyways." Arthur yelled through the gag, but he knew it was a lost battle. It didn't help that his body was betraying him as the attacker continued to squeeze and pull at his member. "Because you won't be the pure little datorem he thought you were."

The comment stung Arthur and his heart clenched. As the man started to undo his own trousers, still whispering hurtful words into Arthur's ears, he thought of Alfred and how the masked man was right. It made him want to curl into himself and throw up.

More tears were spilling from his eyes, those damned traitors, when a dry finger forced it's way inside him. He shook his head in denial and resisted as much as he could without spiking pain in his rear. 'Oh gods, please, please, no! This shouldn't be happening! Alfred, a-anyone!' The man smirked evilly and licked his lips, spreading Arthur's legs further apart. The datorem panicked again and tugged at his wrist bindings. The more he twisted, the more it hurt, but Arthur wouldn't relent. His right hand broke free, but his shoulder gave off a nasty crack that shot more pain throughout his body.

"MMFPH!"

"Your fault, dumbass. In fact, it's your fault you're in this position in the first place." The man said with venom and chuckled darkly. "But I bet you love it, you filthy street rat."

Arthur felt something bigger than the previous fingers press up against his entrance. The pain was unbearable and he felt dizzy as he was completely violated. 'No, no, no! A-Alfred, oh gods, Sabina, please, please be here!...Alfred I lo-'

He gasped when he felt the full weight of the attacker fall on his bound body and suddenly roll off him with a groan. Arthur opened his eyes and saw a very terrified Sabina towering over him with a shovel poised above her head. They both stared at each other, their chests heaving and pulses racing. Then, Arthur cried tears of happiness and Sabina lowered her weapon. She crouched down and hurriedly untied his binds, covering him the best she could.

"Arthur!" Sabina held him to her tightly, her eyes wide, "Oh gods, a-are you-! No, no of course you're not, I can't even- we, we need to get you to the palace." She stopped rambling and pulled out a whistle, blowing it loudly. Within minutes, the palace guards came running to their huddled form near the pond, assessing of the situation and disposing of the masked man. Finally, they escorted the trembling duo to the safety of the palace. Though Arthur doubted he could ever feel safe there again.

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"Jack Yao, Dr. Medrano needs your assistance in the infirmary." Yao looked up from his papers and glared slightly at the intruding servant, but nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, yes," he looked to the person sitting across from him and stood," Please, wait here until I return. I shouldn't be too long."

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up, will ya? I'm bored already!"

"I assure you, I will hurry for your sake, Prince Alfred." Jack Yao ground out as he watched the prince take a pen and twirl it in the air. As Yao entered the infirmary, he was met with an empty room. It's only occupant a still Arthur, a haunted look on his face. He didn't turn as a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"I heard what's happened," he said in an overly sweet voice," I sincerely hope you can overcome this. We'll be with you the whole way."

"Liar…" Arthur whispered," You...I don't know what you have against me, but…I can't believe you would do something so horrible…" The hand on his shoulder tightened.

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about dear Arthur."

"How could you!" Arthur turned and stood, shoving the jack's hand off of him," When I tell Alfred all about your bloody plan he will have your head!"

"Oh, I assure you, if you tell our little prince, I guarantee your own little plot in our quite prestigious graveyard." The two glared at each other until Yao smirked and walked out of the room without another word. He knew he had won; the datorem valued his life, and Alfred, too much to let a little incident like that rip them both away so easily.

It wasn't long until Arthur had another visitor. He was laying in his own bed, having been moved from the infirmary after Yao left him.

"Arthur…" the datorem turned hesitantly when he heard someone whisper his name. Alfred inched into his room with wide eyes and a small smile. "Hey, dude…how ya feeling? Yao told me about what happened and I came as soon as I could. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but Yao said there wasn't anything we could do. He's gonna personally deal with that monster."

Arthur felt anger well up inside of him. He knew he would be in danger if he told Alfred the truth, but just knowing the jack was forcing him to play along with his game made him sick. But he would do it. Not for himself, but for Alfred.

"Ah…" Alfred walked over to Arthur and sat on the bed next to him, "I'm fine, don't worry…"

"'Course you will be, 'cause I'm gonna take care of you! You'll be better in no time! And I'm never gonna let you get hurt again! Heroes' promise!" Alfred brought Arthur into a tight hug and Arthur smiled sadly, a small tear escaping his eye.

"Yes, thank you, Alfred…"

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Alfred sighed and plopped down at the formal dining table. He rested his head on his empty plate and let his eyes close. Taking care of Arthur had been harder than he thought, what with the datorem waking up every night from nightmares and constantly vomiting. It was really starting to worry Alfred.

"Oh dear," his mother said, leaning over to pat his head gently, "I'm sure Arthur will get better, sweetie. Just you wait."

"But mom, he keeps throwing up and he's super moody... I'm really worried!"

"Hmm," Jack Yao saw the potential in the prince's statement. Should he, or shouldn't he? He smirked to himself, "Those symptoms sound fairly odd, don't you think?" Alfred and his parents stared at the jack in shock.

"M-mom, you don't think…" He looked up at her with wide eyes. Yao stood up before she could say anything.

"This can't be acceptable. I know he is our dear guest and has recently been through much, but this goes against our laws, my queen. Not only teenage, but premarital…"

"Wait, it wasn't his fault! You can't-!"

"Alfred…honey…Yao's right." Alfred stared at his mother in shock. "If we don't do anything, the people will demand a change in laws…heaven knows they won't just want a change to one law."

"Mom! Dad, you can't!" Alfred stood up and glared at them both and angrily turned to Yao. "You! You have had it out for Arthur this whole time! You probably did all of this! It's your entire fault!" Alfred vaulted at the jack, but was held back by the royal guards.

"Yao, it would probably be wise if you left." Theodore said, looking at his son worriedly. The jack nodded and set out, heading straight to the poor datorem's room with a wretched smirk upon his face. 'Finally…'

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Arthur jolted awake when his bedroom door slammed open, and smug looking Yao walking into the room. "Get up."

"W-what-" Arthur was forced out of his bed by guards, who looked away from the datorem in shame. He looked up at Yao and glared, knowing exactly what was happening. "You're sick."

"I try." The jack spit out. He escorted the boy out of the room and into the hall. Servants watched as the datorem was led out of the palace in shock. Yao didn't even bat an eye when Sabina saw what was happening and tried to retrieve Arthur, only to be held back by guards. Arthur knew it was a fight he couldn't win. It was either this, or death, according to the bloody jack. The guards took him out to the courtyard and shoved him into a carriage. Alfred came running out, yelling angrily as he was held back yet again.

"Arthur! Arthur, I'm going to fix this, I swear! Yao, you will pay for this!" Jack Yao just rolled his eyes and got into the carriage as well. Arthur and Alfred locked eyes for a brief moment. "I'm sorry…"

Arthur turned his head and the carriage took off back to London, where Arthur was dropped off. In the same alley where the two boys met not more than a year ago, where everything began, Arthur slid down to the ground and cried.

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Ahh….yeah, so, hate me yet? Muahahaha! I actually liked writing this chapter…does that make me a bad person? Meh, oh well. Anyways, I might actually get the next chapter done quicker, because it's spring break baby! So, review, review, review :D Until next time, Keep Calm my Little Lemon Drops!

~Miss Stealer