A/N: Greetings my friends. Thank you for your kind thoughts and words. Work has been a beast of late, though I am grateful for my job. I am looking forward to 2017, and having more balance & writing time in my life. The good news is I got the voices in my head to start talking again (the boys were mad, I think, that I'd left them for so long). FYI: this chapter only deals with Sebastian & Karofsky.

Warnings: Adult sexy times


Walking down the stone hallway after their lengthy dinner with the king and queen, Sebastian was filled with nerves, his stomach tightening each time David's hand brushed his own. They were headed back to David's quarters and the anticipation was building. Sebastian noted how David greeted every soldier and guard they passed by name and asked about something personal to each man or woman.

"It's like you know everyone in the castle," Sebastian commented softly as they reached an uninhabited stretch of hallway.

David looked startled for a moment before he chuckled. "It would seem so. Any man or woman who is allowed to carry a weapon this close to the royal family is known to me. And I spend enough time in the kitchens that I recognize most of the kitchen staff. But no, I don't know everyone. Would you say you know all the titled gentry?"

"Yes. If you brought them into the same room, I could tell you who each person is and their family history going back at least three generations," Sebastian explained with no hint of arrogance in his tone.

"Impressive."

"It's all part of the courtiers' game. I rather enjoy the bluntness of the Royal Army. No games. No secrets. If someone has a problem with you, they tell it to your face. It's a nice change." As they turned a corner, they found themselves in another empty stretch of hallway. Sebastian eyed the tapestries hanging nearby and a sly smile formed on his lips. "How well do you know the construction of this castle, David?"

David stopped walking and faced Sebastian. "As well as my job requires. Is there something you wanted to know?"

"More like … show you," Sebastian growled roughly as he grasped the front of David's dress uniform and tugged him forward until their noses brushed. Using his other hand, he lifted the tapestry, depicting the fall harvest season, from the wall revealing a hidden alcove. Stepping backwards with David in tow, they were plunged into complete darkness as soon as Sebastian let go of the tapestry.

Using one hand to feel his way over the stone walls, Sebastian employed the other to feel his way over David's chest, unbuttoning the heavy tunic he wore. "There's a seat to your right," he murmured, before gently claiming David's lips.

As Sebastian took his time to thoroughly kiss him, David found his legs growing shaky. Half-collapsing onto the stone bench, he pulled Sebastian to stand between his knees breaking their kiss after several long minutes. "How, may I ask, did you have knowledge of such a place?" David asked jealously.

Unable to see his expression, Sebastian cupped David's face with his hands and shushed him softly. "Your jealousy stirs things in me," he rasped, finding David's lips and tracing them lightly with his tongue.

David moaned, reaching out to grip Sebastian's hips.

Pulling back, Sebastian explained, "It was Sir Puckerman. Sharing stories involving one of his conquests. He described the harvest tapestry and his rather unfortunate obsession with the breasts of one of the milkmaids depicted therein."

"Oh," David grunted. Slipping his fingers into the top of Sebastian's hose, he ran them toward the front until he found the laces that held them in place, and quickly untied them allowing Sebastian to spring free. Tugging the man down to sit across his lap, David wrapped his hand around Sebastian's cock, taking his time to learn the feel of the warm stiffness.

"You're killing me," hissed Sebastian as he dropped his head back into the crook of David's shoulder.

Turning his head, David nipped at the cords on Sebastian's neck, drawing out another low, long groan. "What did you expect would happen, Bastian, when you dragged me into such a secretive place? What did you want to happen?"

Sebastian snuck an arm around David's neck holding his mouth to Sebastian's neck while his hips began to thrust into David's fist. "Shit. I don't know. I want you, David. All of you."

"I'm going to fuck you, Sebastian," growled David, tightening his grip.

"Yes!" whimpered Sebastian.

"But we're not exactly well supplied here," David tsked.

"We don't-"

"I'm not taking any chance of hurting you," David insisted. He dropped his other hand down to fondle Sebastian's balls. "So you can come here in this lover's alcove and then we'll go to our quarters, and I'll bury myself in your tight ass while you whimper and keen, calling my name. And then, after we rest for a bit, I think I'd like you to fuck me. If you're okay with that," he murmured.

Sebastian's breathing came out in harsh pants just before his hips snapped forward for the last time as he released over David's hand and the wall he couldn't see. David claimed his mouth, tongues battling until they gave way to a languid slide. When he'd finally caught his breath, Sebastian moved. But rather than standing, he slid to his knees in front of David. "Loosen your pants," he demanded. "I'd do it myself, but I can't see anything and I've never divested a man of his dress uniform before."

A few moments later, the blistering heat of Sebastian's mouth surrounded David's cock as he slumped against the chilly stone wall behind him. Letting out a shuddering breath, David entangled his fingers in the soft hair that Sebastian wore longer than most soldiers, guiding, not forcing, his movements.

"Rachel! Please stop a moment!" came Prince Finn's voice, echoing down the hallway.

Startled, Sebastian's head jerked back and he just remembered to watch his teeth. "Fuck," he hissed as heavy footsteps and another clicking set grew nearer. His shock grew when David guided him back to his lap, knocking his heavy erection against Sebastian's cheek several times in encouragement. As quietly as possible, Sebastian engulfed David again, giving a hard suck as he drew his lips up the length of cock.

"I don't care what you say, Finn. I'm going to have a conversation with your mother. She can't have known about this disturbing rule of succession. She'll agree with me and speak with the king. Our child should have an equal chance to sit on the throne – maybe more so, because he or she will be firstborn."

"Rachel, my mother knows. She's always known. I've known. King Burt has always treated me as a son, but he isn't my father. You need to let this go – for your health and the baby's."

Sebastian had scant warning – a tightening of the hand in his hair, a slight swelling of David's cock, before he was swallowing David's seed. Sebastian had never been with someone who could come in complete silence.

"I'm only trying to think of our baby, Finn," said Rachel petulantly.

"I'm not sure that's true, Rachel. It seems to a lot of us that what you want are big parties where all the attention is focused on you," answered an exasperated Finn.

The sound of a slap broke the air and then Rachel, in tears, running down the hallway followed by a shouting Finn.

On shaky legs, Sebastian stood and peeked out of the alcove. "They're gone," he said quietly, working the laces on his hose back into place. He could hear David straightening his own clothing moments before a strong arm wrapped around his waist and tugged him closer.

"That was quite the interlude," David murmured, nipping at Sebastian's ear lobe.

"Mmm," hummed Sebastian. "That's good to hear. I was a bit nervous given how quiet you became. You're going to have to teach me your secret to staying so silent."

Cupping Sebastian's cheek, David pressed a warm kiss to his lips. "Sex in close quarters has a way of making one more quiet than one might be elsewhere. I think you might see the difference when we're behind closed doors. Versus this very thin tapestry. With the Prince and Princess but five steps away."

Sebastian peeked out once more, then held the tapestry away from the wall so David could move out of the alcove. Shyly, he held his hand out to David, who took it and interlaced their fingers. "I'm looking forward to testing your theory, Sir Karofsky. Among other things." They hurried down the hallway towards Sir Karofsky's quarters.

David looked over at Sebastian, smiling softly. "I've been looking forward to this night for more days, and nights, than I care to admit. Bastian, I'm leaving in five days' time for an undetermined amount of time. But I need you to know that … that you're my lighthouse."

"Lighthouse?"

"You understand the concept of a lighthouse, right? It provides the light needed for a ship to get safely into harbor." Outside the door to his quarters, Sir Karofsky stopped and gazed into Sebastian's eyes. "I've always come home because it was my duty. But now, well, now I have you here. Like a lighthouse. Guiding me home."

Swallowing hard, Sebastian used his free hand to swipe at the moisture gathering at the corner of his eyes. "I need you to know," Sebastian answered gruffly, "that you're my lighthouse. And I will always fight to come home to you as well."

Turning the doorknob, David let them in to the small quarters they'd shared for weeks, for one night of togetherness before Sebastian moved to the bachelors' barracks.


End Note: Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. I don't think I'll have another posting until after Christmas, mostly because the next chapter involves sexy times between Kurt & Blaine and I find it difficult to write words like "cock" while my kids or mother are nearby. Laugh. I am. I'd like to wish you all a peaceful, joyous end to 2016. -k8