Author's Note: When I first started reading this fandom, I was Jay/Carlos all the way, then I realised that Mal/Evie work as a pairing, and now I love Ben/Harry. (I might be in the minority on this one, but thought I'd share regardless) When I started writing this, I wanted pure smut, but as you'll see, plot came about (but I managed to fit in quite a bit). Enjoy!
At a knock on the door of his office Ben called an absent, "Come in."
"Hey," Mal greeted as she closed the door after herself.
"Hi," he greeted.
"Got time for me?" she asked with a small smile.
"Always," he answered easily, taking out his Bluetooth. "Everything okay?"
"There's something I need to talk to you about," she admitted.
He came around his desk and took a seat beside her. "Go ahead."
"Can you let me get this out please?" He nodded, expression encouraging. "When I left for the Isle, it hurt worse to leave Evie than it did to leave you," she spoke in a rush. "I didn't really let myself think about it, figured it was because we'd had a fight. But when Audrey turned you all to stone, it hurt that she'd turned you to stone, and Jay and Carlos, but seeing Evie in stone broke me." She blew out a breath. "I know I broke Uma's spell with true love's kiss-"
"Mal," he spoke gently, laying a hand over hers'. "'True love' just means that you know the other person's flaws and love them anyway," he stated. "Most people like to focus on the romantic side of it, but a parent could break a spell on a child with true love's kiss."
"So it wasn't a big a thing as everyone made it out to be," Mal murmured.
"We live in a world of fairy tales, everyone wants to think of happily ever after," Ben spoke with a smile.
"I told you I didn't know what love was," she spoke slowly. "I know it better now," she added with a smile. "And I do love you Ben, but I'm not in love with you."
"Thank you for being honest with me," Ben spoke.
"I'm sorry," she spoke with feeling.
"It's okay," he replied, squeezing her hand. "I love you Mal-"
"But you're not in love with me either," she finished.
"No," he admitted with a rueful smile. "I thought I loved you enough to build a life together, but I see now that that isn't fair to either of us. Will you do something for me?" She nodded. "We both want the same thing."
"The barrier to come down," she stated.
"To give everyone a chance," he continued. "Will you make the speech about it? I've been trained how to make them, but yours are better. They're from the heart."
"And if we do that announcement first, no one will say you're making an error in judgement due to a broken heart."
"Exactly."
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Ben scrawled a signature on a document in front of him. He knew the knock on the door was Mal, before she poked her head around the door sheepishly. "Come in," he invited.
"Sorry," she murmured.
"It's all right," he reassured, taking out his Bluetooth. "You okay?"
"When were you thinking of doing our announcement?" she asked, playing with the ring on her finger.
"I thought for a second you were going to do it yesterday," he remarked with a grin.
"I was tempted for a second," she replied honestly with a rueful smile. "But it worked better, saying it that way. And really, if I was going to your Queen, then I would have needed the barrier down in order to do it."
"I think a lot of people are going to be disappointed that you aren't going to be Queen."
"Who would have thought?" He grinned again. "Well, you obviously," she added with a roll of her eyes.
"There's something I wanted to speak to you about."
"Yeah?" she asked, head tilted curiously.
"Would you be my advisor?" She blinked. "We both know you'll protect Auradon from any future threats, but I don't want you to feel that you can't talk to me about issues."
"Don't worry, I'll still speak my mind to you," she assured with an almost wicked grin.
"Yes, but I want you to have the official right to question me, no matter what situation we're in."
"You really want this?"
"I trust your opinion Mal, and I know that even when we aren't together, that you'll still help me-"
"To create the Auradon you dream of," she finished.
"Exactly." He waited a beat. "Will you do it?"
"Yes," she spoke firmly. "We can talk about the duties it involves after we make it official."
"So when are you free?"
"Ben, you're the one with the full schedule," she pointed out.
"True. Noon?"
"That is good," she replied slowly. "It gives me the chance to Evie, Jay and Carlos before the announcement," she elaborated. "I'd hate for them to hear about it on TV."
"Mal?" he spoke before she could turn toward the door.
"Yeah?"
"You should tell Evie how you feel."
She shook her head. "She's happy with Doug, I don't want to ruin that, and I wouldn't want things to get weird between us."
"Things aren't weird between us, are they?" he responded with a smile.
She blew out a breath. "You have a point. But I will let the news settle a bit, before I say anything."
"You'll feel better for telling her."
"I hope so. I…will leave you to it," she spoke with a smile before she retreated, closing the door firmly behind herself.
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Ben strode at pace through the grounds of Auradon Prep. "Hello Harry," he greeted warmly.
The pirate stepped to his side, expression put-out for a moment before he shook it off. "So you and Mal've called it quits then?"
"Since the news is not only on TV but probably all over Auradon by now, yeah I'd say so." Ben suppressed a smile, it was obvious Harry was fighting not to pout.
"Bit unexpected that," he drawled.
"It was a mutual decision."
"Uh huh," he replied dubiously. "It didn't work out with the princess or the dragon. What does that leave you…a prince?"
"Absolutely not," he replied immediately. His companion smirked. "When you said that, Chad popped into my head," he spoke, shuddering. "Not all princes are as obnoxious as he is, but still, no not going there."
The pirate blinked. "Not the reason I was expecting," he murmured. "All of you Royals are worried about dynasty. What about the pitter patter of little feet?"
"There are always options," he spoke, lifting a casual shoulder. His phone chimed. He glanced at it. "I have a meeting," he stated. "And if I don't go now, I'll be late. This was nice," he spoke with a warm smile before he hastened on his way.
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Ben sat on a bench reading. "Hello Harry," he greeted.
"Got eyes in the back of your head now?" he drawled as he stalked over to the King.
"I could smell you," he replied.
"You saying I stink?" he retorted, indignant, as he straddled the bench.
"You smell quite pleasant actually," he replied honestly.
A hum from the pirate. "You weren't this aware of your surroundings on the Isle."
"No," he agreed. "After I turned back – from the beast – I found that mostly dormant traits remained with me."
"Mostly dormant?"
He hummed. "Generally, when my protective or aggressive instincts were set off," he replied easily. "But really, you know how when you have an adrenalin rush your senses are sharper?" Harry nodded. "It's like that."
"That must be interesting to cope with," he drawled.
Ben lifted a shoulder. "Not like I'm in many large gatherings."
"Particularly since crowds are kept apart from you."
"There are advantages to being royalty."
Harry flicked his book show the cover was visible. "Riveting," he spoke, sarcastic thick.
Ben snorted. "The more I read now, the less I have to later."
"Always so good," he drawled.
"Kinda comes with the territory," he pointed out. "Like you and hook puns."
"You don't like 'em?"
"Didn't say that," he retorted. Harry smirked. Ben lifted a shoulder, unable to help his smile.
"Good to know," he drawled, before leaning across until his nose was near Ben's neck and inhaled.
"What?" Ben breathed.
Harry pulled back with a smirk. "Only fair that I know how you smell," he drawled before he rose gracefully and stalked away. Ben watched the pirate's innate swagger with a smile before he turned his attention back to his book.
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Ben was on his knees, leant forward as he gripped his headboard tight. "Look at you," Harry purred, causing Ben to shiver. The pirate shifted close enough that Ben could feel his body heat. "Did you miss me?" he asked, leaning down to nuzzle the slighter teen's neck.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Good," he drawled, smug, and sucked a possessive mark on Ben's neck.
"Harry," he panted.
"Don't worry, Beastie, I'll take care of you," he promised in a tempting drawl that made Ben shiver again. He gripped hold of Ben's ass and parted his cheeks, eyes focussing on the slighter teen's slick and loose entrance. "Did you prepare yourself while you waited for me?" he asked, voice temptation personified.
"Yes," he panted.
He leant close until his chest pressed against the King's back. "Did you cum?"
"No," he breathed.
"Good boy," he purred, licking the shell of Ben's ear. "For that, I think you deserve a reward," he remarked, shifting and plunging deep into the King in a single stroke. Ben cried out and tightened his grip on the headboard. "Just imagine your blush, when you have to explain how you broke your headboard," he drawled. Ben blushed and Harry pressed his cheek against the slighter teen's heated one. "Just like that," he murmured with a smirk. He nuzzled briefly. "Break it, and I'll give you a reward," he promised. "Admit how you did it, and I'll give you a bigger one."
"Harry," he whined.
"I've got you, Beastie," he purred. "And you trust me to give you exactly what you want, don't you?"
"Yes," he panted.
"Such a good boy for me," he purred, tilting his companions chin until he could give him a heated, possessive kiss. He pulled back, smirking at the disappointed noise Ben made. "Brace yourself, Beastie," he drawled. Ben tightened his grip, his breath speeding up. A wicked chuckle from the pirate before he withdrew and plunged deep, causing Ben to cry out. He set a hard, fast pace, knowing the slighter teen could take it – and would love every second of it.
"Harry," he moaned, tightening his grip again, hearing the wood groan.
"That's it, Beastie," his pirate purred. "Give in to those feral instincts." Ben let out a growl, wood splintered under his fingers as he came hard. Harry followed a second later. "So good for me," he purred, stroking his hips, his touch soothing and possessive in equal measure. "I'll give you a second to catch your breath, and then I'll give you that reward."
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Ben looked at the semicircle of reporters gathered a polite distance from him and smiled. He knew the questions would come, they always did, it was simply a matter of who would get there first.
"King Ben," a female rose above the din, "you've been seen with a boy recently, anything to that?"
His smile remained warm. "As King, I interact with many people, you will have to be more specific."
"Harry Hook," she supplied.
He nodded. "Harry is among many from the Isle that took advantage of the chance to attend Auradon Prep."
"So you're not in a relationship with him?" another female asked.
"There is nothing more than friendship between us, however, I hope you are not implying there is anything wrong with the opposite," he added, smile turning slightly feral.
A slight pause before the next flurry of voices started. This time a male's voice rose above the den. "Are you secretly gay?"
"It would have been unfair to Audrey and Mal if I had been secretly gay," he answered assuredly. "I'm Bi," he stated, voice firm, "and I am sure you agree, that is perfectly acceptable." His smile turned smug at the slight pause that followed. His phone chimed. "That is all the time I have today," he spoke firmly.
As their voices began again, Fairy Godmother stepped forward and expertly silenced them with a long, "Sh." She soon ushered them out of the grounds.
She found Ben in his office. "I am proud of you," she spoke with a warm smile.
"It's who I am," he replied easily. "And will continue to be, no matter who I end up in a relationship with."
"Still, I am proud that you declared it in such a way. I do believe that there are some who will be encouraged to follow their hearts after that."
"Good," he replied with a warm smile. "No one should have to fear love."
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"Hello Uma," Ben greeted with a smile.
Hers' was appraising as she stepped up beside him. "Pretty ballsy," she stated.
"What?"
"Coming out like that," she continued with a roll of her eyes.
He lifted a shoulder. "It's who I am. As long as everyone is willing, and mature enough to make the decision, then love is love."
"Mature enough?" she repeated, curiosity clear.
"I've already had two relationships. I know that teenagers will always date." Her eyebrows rose. "Everyone underage is fine – no one thinks twice about adults in a relationship after all – but adults and underage no," he spoke firmly.
"What if they had started out underage and one aged out?"
"As long as they're willing to continue with the relationship, even with that detail, then it's okay."
"Very firm on your ideas there."
"Right and wrong can be very black and white, but sometimes there are grey areas."
"Oh?"
He glanced at his watch. "Okay, I've got the time to explain this properly. "Gay, straight, bi, poly," he listed. "All are acceptable, love is love. If an adult has feelings for someone underage, even if said person – or people – are willing, they should wait until they have crossed that threshold. After all, if it's really love, it'll wait." She nodded her head as she absorbed that. "Obviously, familial love going into romantic is a no," he spoke firmly and she wrinkled her nose at the thought. "Exactly, some taboos are universal," he added warmly. "I'm not so sheltered as to not know about kinks, so I don't add 'harm' into the list of not-okays, because some people like to experience pain, need to," he corrected himself. "But the grey area, is the difference between satisfying a kink and abusing a partner. Abuse is never acceptable, no matter which kind it is, however, if all parties are willing to the kink, even if it involves pain, then it's acceptable."
"Huh," she murmured. "Not how I thought this conversation would go," she continued, voice low. "But good to know you're this accepting." He glanced at his watch again. "Go," she ordered. "I'm not going to be the reason you're late."
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"That's it," Harry growled slamming his hook down on top of Ben's paperwork.
"Harry?" Ben breathed, blinking up at the pirate blearily.
"You're so out of it, you didn't notice me come in," he continued and leant indolently against the King's desk. "You have two choices," he stated with a smirk. "One, you take a nap on your sofa, or two, I carry you bodily to your quarters."
"I'll have a nap," Ben answered instantly, setting his Bluetooth carelessly onto his paperwork.
"Good choice," he drawled, hovering around the smaller teen, in case he was unsteady on his feet. He settled on one end, as Ben curled up in the remaining space. In seconds, the King's breathing evened out, and he shifted until his head was pillowed on Harry's thigh. The pirate was unable to help his smile. With deft fingers, he commandeered Ben's phone, set it to Do Not Disturb, and tossed it on the other side of himself. He leant back against the sofa, careful not to disturb Ben, and stroked the slighter teen's soft hair. He was content to wait – he'd had to wait in far worse places – and make sure Ben wasn't disturbed.
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Ben woke up, and blushed when he realised what position he was in. "Sorry!" he gasped as he shot upright.
"Wasn't a hardship," Harry drawled, lifting an indolent shoulder.
"I'm amazed my phone didn't go off," the slighter teen murmured.
Harry lifted it with a smirk, causing Ben to snort. "You can have it back after you've had something to eat," he stated. Ben held his hands up in surrender and rose. He placed his order with Fairy Service before he settled on the sofa again. "You didn't offer me anything," Harry drawled with a pout.
"Figured if you wanted something, you'd say so," Ben replied. "You're not shy about making your voice heard."
"Touché," he responded with a smirk. "That nap did you good."
"It did," the slighter teen agreed. "Thank you."
Harry locked gazes with him seriously. "You can't keep burning the candle at both ends," he stated. "It's not good for you, or the kingdom."
"I will take that under advisement."
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Ben entered his parents' rooms, smile warm at their loving and welcoming expressions. He accepted a hug from each, barely resisting the urge to let out a happy sigh. "Sit down," Belle urged. He settled on a chair, as they sat opposite on a love seat.
"You wanted to speak with us about something?" Adam asked, voice encouraging.
Ben's expression turned serious. "I wanted to ask if you would be willing to help me with my Royal duties," he spoke in a rush.
"Of course," Belle replied immediately. Ben blinked.
"We have been waiting for you to ask," his father explained. Ben opened his mouth.
"It was not about pride," Belle stated.
"You needed to realise that it is impossible to do everything yourself," he continued.
"Like we did," she finished, she and her husband sharing a warm smile.
Ben nodded expression relieved. "I thought you'd be willing, but I also remember how often you'd looked forward to the time when you could retire and watch my rule from the side lines," he spoke honestly.
"And we will, when you are ready for us to," Belle stated.
"Perhaps we should discuss which aspects of your duties you want us to help with?" Adam suggested.
"Yeah," Ben replied, expression warm and body relaxed.
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Ben lay on his bed, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, body relaxed. "Look at you," Harry purred. "Such a pretty picture, Beastie, and all mine to play with."
"Harry," he whined.
A wicked chuckle from the pirate. "Insatiable," he drawled, voice smug as he shifted closer to kiss the slighter teen possessively. Ben soon wrapped himself around Harry, arms around his neck, legs coiled around his hips.
Harry pulled back, smirk wider. "Perfection," he cooed. Ben shivered. "And you love my voice, don't you Beastie?"
"Yes," he panted. "Please," he moaned, shifting his hips needily, seeking friction.
"Oh, we can do better than that," he promised, pressing the slighter teen against the mattress. "Let me go, Beastie."
"I don't want to," he whined, tightening his hold on his pirate.
Another wicked chuckle from Harry. "All right, Beastie," he soothed, gliding a possessive hand down his torso. "I can still make you feel good." He wrapped his fingers around the slighter teen's shaft. "You don't mind if I touch you like this, do you Beastie?"
"No," he panted. "Harry," he moaned.
"I've got you," he soothed, as he began to stroke at the pace he knew the slighter teen liked. Pants spilled from Ben's mouth as his pleasure ratcheted higher. Harry soon had him falling over the edge. "Good boy," he purred, raising his hand to his mouth to lick it clean of the slighter teen's seed.
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Ben sat on a bench reading. His head came up with a smile. "Hello Harry," he greeted warmly.
"Hello Beastie."
Ben froze, smile still in place. He shook himself mentally, the nickname didn't mean anything. "Beastie?" he echoed.
"You're not just his boy now, you've had a taste of it," he drawled. "Seems fitting."
Ben's head tilted. "Could be a lot worse," he spoke easily. He actually quite liked it, but it was probably better not to admit that.
"You look better," the pirate remarked.
Ben nodded. "Mom and Dad have agreed to help with my duties," he informed. "And thank you again. I hopefully would have learnt the lesson myself, but it would have taken me longer. Where-" he cut off, blushing.
Harry smirked. "Everyone thinks being the First Mate is just about following the Captain's orders," he drawled. "That is part of it – you need to be able to bow to their will – but you also need to anticipate their needs and those of the crew." Ben made an encouraging noise. "You get good at looking after people, especially yourself," he added. "You aren't any use to the Captain or the crew if you're so hungry you're ready to pass out, or so tired you can't see straight," he added pointedly.
"I see your point," the slighter teen remarked. "And I did get the allusion."
"I should hope so," he drawled, smirk widening. "You don't strike me as daft. Previously unobservant and too trusting, but not daft."
"Everything worked out all right in the end didn't it?"
The pirate scoffed. "At least you have more free time." His eyes narrowed. "You hesitated," he growled.
Ben licked his lips. "I introduced a cut-off time for work," he spoke in a rush. "After then, unless it's an emergency it has to wait until morning."
"But?" he prompted.
"I still have homework," he spoke in a rush. The pirate's eyebrows arched. "Eventually I will get more free time, it's just that I've still got a pile from when I was swamped, once I catch up with that – and whatever I get in the meantime-"
Harry laid his fingers over Ben's lips, causing the slighter teen to blink. "At least tell me you have a cut-off point for that as well?" he asked before lifting his fingers.
"I do," he responded quickly. "Unless I have a deadline in the morning, I don't work any later than ten – I've learnt to prioritise in order of deadline dates."
Harry blew out a breath. "You'd be better to set it for eight, nine at the latest," he drawled. "You strike me as the type who's tucked in bed well before midnight," he added with a smirk, which widened when Ben blushed. "Comes with the territory," he teased.
Ben tilted his head in concession. "Why the change of time?"
"That way, you have the time to unwind before you have to sleep, so your mind doesn't stay on work instead," he added, lifting a shoulder.
"Noted."
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Ben's phone rang. He scooped it off of his desk as he continued scribbling down the answer for his current piece of homework. "Hello?" he greeted absently.
"Uma wasn't the first to dose you with a love spell?" Harry growled.
Ben blinked rapidly. "Um, that's a conversation to have in person," he replied.
"Five minutes," the pirate growled before disconnecting.
Ben blinked again. He assumed Harry was coming here, otherwise he would have stated a location. So, he should probably continue his homework. He sighed. It would go down. Eventually.
He smelt Harry before the pounding knock on his door. "Come in!" he called, hastily scribbling down his answer. "I'll just be-"
"No, now," Harry growled, slamming the door after himself.
"One," he spoke as sped up his writing, hoping it would legible, "second." He dropped his pen, turned to face the pirate and startled at how close he was. "I was just-"
Harry closed the last distance between them, slamming his hands down on either side of the King. "Uma wasn't the first to dose you with a love spell?" he spoke, barely contained fury in his voice.
"No," he breathed. "Mal did." Harry growled. "But I already loved her before she gave it to me," he added hastily.
"And how do you know that?" he asked, a touch of a growl in his voice.
"Because the spell washed off in the Enchanted Lake."
"Enchanted Lake?" he repeated.
"Yes, it's not far, I could take-"
"Don't distract me," he interrupted. "I know I said you were too trusting, but to have been dosed with a love spell not once but twice-" he cut off with another growl.
"Mal only-"
"No," he interrupted fiercely. "I know Mal in ways you never will," he continued heatedly. "Whatever she ultimately chose to do, she and the VKs came here to get their hands on the magic wand and bring down the barrier. Given that she had a front-row seat to your coronation, and that wand, by being your girlfriend that is the reason why she gave you that love spell," he stated. "Regardless of what came after, that was her motivation when she deliberately took away your free will," he growled. "And as for Uma, while she may have decided to give in to her finer instincts now, when she dosed you with that love spell, she was riding high on her worst side, ready to bring the barrier down. It might be down now, and everyone is on their best behaviour, but back then, we were all ready to loot our pirate hearts out." He blew out a breath.
"Okay," Ben breathed.
"Okay what?" he asked, finally reigning in some of his temper.
"Okay, I understand that that was their motivation at the time, and accept that that is closer to the truth than what I thought before now," he answered slowly. "Although, given that everything is right with Auradon, including the Isle, at the moment, I don't see what the knowledge gains me."
"A realisation that you need to be more careful," he growled. "It doesn't matter if you can now sense the people around you, if you aren't prepared for the potential attack that can come."
"Harry," he breathed, affronted. "Every one of us is capable of good and evil," he spoke firmly. "If I spend all my time looking for the evil around me, not only will my life not be particularly great, but I'll miss all the good everyone is capable of too."
"Uma was right," he muttered. "You need someone more suspiciously minded looking out for you."
"Looking for the job?" he teased. Harry blinked. "You seem to be doing it a lot lately," he added, sheepish.
"That I do," he agreed before straightening. "But I doubt you'd want me to," he drawled. It was Ben's turn to blink. "We weren't talking bodyguard." The slighter teen opened his mouth. "Something closer," he elaborated. Ben blushed. "You've got it," he added with a smirk. "Just because you're Bi, doesn't mean you want a pirate for a partner," he continued teasingly. Ben's blush deepened. The pirate's gaze became intent. "Or do you?" he purred, leaning back down, crowding the King.
Harry's scent filled his senses and Ben was unable to prevent his moan. The pirate took in the King's pretty blush and pressed his lips against the slighter teen's. Ben kissed him back, the touch soon turning heated.
Harry wrenched himself away and took a step back. At the look on Ben's face, he took another. "I need to know you want this-"
"I want this," he interrupted heatedly.
"And that you did before this moment," he continued. "Not that I triggered your feral instincts."
Ben took a breath, which didn't really help since the air was still filled with Harry's delicious scent. "I want you," he spoke breathily.
"Got a thing for pirates, do you?" he drawled, taking a step closer.
"No, just you," Ben replied honestly. Harry froze. "I'm hooked," he added with a grin.
Harry smirked, and leant toward Ben, before he forced himself back again. "I want you too," he spoke, "but if I touch you…my control will snap."
"What if I want it to?" Ben asked, head tilted.
"That's the lust talking," he stated firmly, taking another step backward. "Probably best we date first," he drawled, "wouldn't want anyone to think their King is easy."
Ben sighed. "Fine," he huffed, barely resisting the urge to pout – it wasn't Kingly. "Tomorrow?" he asked hopefully. "I can take you to the Enchanted Lake."
"Sounds good," Harry drawled. "You have my number now, let me know when you can fit me into your schedule." He turned, his coat swirling like a cape, and stalked to the door.
Ben collapsed back against his chair with a gusty sigh. He glanced at his clock. It wasn't far off eight, and he was never going to be able to concentrate now. Better to give up homework for the night.
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Ben was sat at his desk, he turned around and Harry's scent filled his nose. "Harry," he whined.
"Don't worry Beastie," he purred, closing the distance between them, "I won't pull away this time." He ducked his head for a heated kiss the King responded to. As Ben wrapped his arms around the pirate's neck, Harry gripped his hips and lifted him onto his desk, deepening the kiss, claiming Ben's mouth thoroughly.
Ben hardened, and shifted needily, pressing himself against Harry. "I've got you Beastie," he soothed, carefully removing Ben's arms from around his neck. "I'm going to make you feel good," he purred as he went to his knees. Ben let out a moan before Harry touched him, causing the pirate to smirk. "So responsive," he purred as he released the slighter teen's shaft from his trousers. Another moan from Ben. "Shh," he breathed, stroking Ben's thighs soothingly, "I've got you." He took the other teen's shaft deep in a single stroke.
"Harry!" he cried out.
The pirate met his gaze, smugness in his eyes, as he began to bob his head, swirling his tongue around the head on the upstroke. He was determined that Ben would feel as much pleasure as possible from his touch.
"Harry," he whined, starting to shift his hips. Harry's hands gripped his hips, keeping him in place. A wrecked moan from the monarch. The pirate's eyes gained a gleam, but he released a hip with one hand, sliding into the slighter teen's trousers until he could cup his balls. Ben whined. Harry began to fondle, and Ben came hard with a cry.
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"Ben!" Carlos called.
Ben paused and turned toward the other teen with a smile. "Hey," he greeted warmly.
"Can I talk to you a minute?"
"Of course," he replied, leading the slighter teen away from the crowds into relative privacy. "What's wrong?"
"Did you mean it?" he asked in a rush. Ben blinked. "What you said to the reporters, about-" he cut off and lowered his voice, "being Bi, did you mean it?"
"Yes," he replied firmly. "Is it not accepted on the Isle?" he asked gently.
Carlos rubbed the back of his neck. "You're not really open about being in a relationship with anyone – unless you're untouchable like Maleficent or Hades – it's seen as a weakness to be exploited. But yeah, if you're different you don't really talk about it."
Ben met his gaze squarely. "Straight, Bi, Gay or Poly, it doesn't matter, all are acceptable," he stated firmly. "As long as everyone is willing, love is love," he continued, just as firm. "Just, if adults are involved, make sure everyone is of age before acting on it, okay?"
"Not applicable, but okay," he replied. He bit his bottom lip.
Ben leant close until he could whisper in the other boy's ear, "I'm interested in Harry Hook." He leant back with a warm smile.
"Oh," Carlos breathed. His head tilted. "That could work," he murmured. His expression turned pensive. "It explains a lot actually." He ducked his head. "I need to go talk to Jane."
Ben laid a hand on his shoulder. "She'll understand."
"I hope so," he sighed, before smiling at the taller teen. "Thanks Ben."
"You're welcome."
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"Is there something I need to know?" Harry drawled as he approached Ben at the front of the school. Ben's brow furrowed. "About Carlos?"
"Carlos?" he parroted, then blinked. "Is this about earlier?" The pirate nodded tersely. "Harry," he spoke with a warm smile. "We were talking about-" he cut off and Harry's eyebrows arched. "My last interview."
The taller teen leant close. "So why did you get this close?"
Ben's lips quirked upward. "I was sharing my interest in you," he stated, grinning when Harry startled. "It'll go around campus, and most likely Auradon, soon enough, but I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be known yet," he added with a shrug. "Carlos will keep it to himself."
"And?" he prompted, shifting back, knowing there was more.
"It helped him to realise that I really did mean what I said."
The pirate hummed. "So are we walking to this lake?"
"No, you could at a push, but it's better not to."
"Especially since your time is precious."
"I'd sooner have more time there with you," he corrected. "Pretty sure you don't have a moped yet, but I've got a spare helmet." Harry's eyebrows rose. "As long as you know how to drive one, I'm willing to sit on the back."
Harry smirked. "I do," he drawled. "Just keep your hands north," he added, his smirk widening at Ben's blush.
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Harry waited until Ben had slid off the bike before he gracefully swung his leg over the saddle. "You enjoyed that, didn't you Beastie?" he drawled with a smirk.
Ben blushed. "You already know your scent affects me," he breathed, torn between plastering himself over the pirate, and putting a great deal of space between them.
"Show me this Lake?" the taller teen asked with a smile.
Ben wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. "It's this way," he stated, leading the way, knowing that Harry followed him.
Harry let out an appreciate whistle as it came into view. "That is a view," he drawled. Ben nodded mutely. "Bring many girls here?"
Ben licked his lips. "I did bring Mal here, but-" he cut off.
"But?" he drawled with a smirk.
"It's more because it's one of my favourite places, than because it's a date spot."
"Date spot?" he parroted, amused.
"A popular place to bring a date," he elaborated with a blush.
"You're cute when you blush Beastie," he purred, crowding the slighter teen until Ben's back pressed against the trunk of a tree.
"Harry?" he breathed.
"One kiss," he purred, "and then we'll get to the date you planned." Ben offered his mouth up to the pirate, returning the touch eagerly as Harry's mouth pressed against him.
Harry pulled back and Ben made a noise of disappointment. "I'm a man of my word," he stated as he took a step back. "One kiss."
Ben leant his head back against the trunk for a moment. "I can see I'm going to be frustrated with you," he murmured.
Harry smirked. "New experience?" he teased.
"Yes," he huffed and pushed away from the tree, leading the way toward the lake.
"Hmm," Harry hummed as he stalked after the King. "All right, I can't resist," he drawled. "Why is that?" Ben turned to him curiously. "That pretty princess wouldn't let anyone touch her before marriage-"
Ben blushed, and slapped a hand over Harry's mouth. The pirate licked his palm. His hand retracted instantly and he shook his head with fond exasperation. "Do I taste good?"
"Delicious," he drawled, eyes intent as the slighter teen shivered. "Oh I see," he purred. "They had your mind, maybe your heart, but I've got the interest of your body," he continued, leaning close and nuzzling the side of Ben's neck. Ben gripped his shirt as he shivered again. "That right, Beastie?"
"Yes," he breathed.
"Good to know," he drawled as he pulled back. "So what have you got planned?"
Ben shook himself. "I think I'm going to need a swim before the food," he murmured. Harry smirked and Ben blushed.
"How long have we got?"
"As long as we want."
"Are you sure?"
Ben nodded. "I've only got paperwork to do, and it'll still be there tomorrow if I don't get around to it today."
"You just have to get the balance between looking after yourself, and making sure you don't let the wrong things slide," he cautioned.
"Don't worry, I made sure I sorted out the time-sensitive paperwork done before we met up," he replied with a smile. "But thanks, for-" he cut off, "the advice." He continued down the path, leading Harry to the pretty gazebo on the water.
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Ben's back was pressed against a tree trunk, looking up at Harry with wide eyes. "Here again are we Beastie?" he drawled, leaning forward until their bodies pressed against each other. Ben moaned as he hardened. "So eager for me," he purred and slid a leg between Ben's. He shifted his thigh so that it pressed against the King's shaft.
"Harry," he panted.
"I've got you," he cooed, pinning the slighter teen's hands above his head as he began to shift his thigh. "Feel free to move your hips," he spoke with a smirk, "I think you'd look pretty riding my thigh."
"Harry," he whined, shifting needily. He let out a wrecked moan as his shaft brushed the pirate's hard thigh.
"That's it," he coaxed. Ben set up a quick rhythm, almost desperately shifting against Harry's thigh in his quest for friction. "Look at you," he purred. "So pretty…so eager…so wanton," he listed, voice temptation personified.
Ben cried out as he came. Harry cupped his cheek gently. "So good for me," he complimented, kissing the slighter teen sweetly.
Ben licked his lips. "What about you?"
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"Done!" Ben declared, triumphantly placing his final piece of homework on his finished pile.
"Good," Harry drawled. "We have something we need to talk about," he continued, putting aside the book he'd been amusing himself with.
Ben turned to face him expression curious. "What?"
"So you've been dreaming of me?" he drawled. Ben froze. "I kept waiting for you to put it together," he continued as if he hadn't noticed, "and comment about it."
"How long have you known?" he asked softly.
"Despite how realistic they are, I didn't put it together at first. Only after I knew you were interested in me, did I let myself believe it."
Ben licked his lips. "I just thought I was subconsciously giving myself the chance to do what I wanted, rather than what was expected of me," he murmured.
"Come here, Beastie," he urged. Ben rose and crossed the distance between them. Harry tugged the slighter teen onto his lap. "Knowing that's in your head just makes you more interesting to me, Beastie," he stated.
Ben licked his lips again, blushing when the pirate's eyes tracked the movement. "What happened to me not being easy?" he asked softly.
"I think we've dated enough, what about you?" he drawled.
"Gods yes," Ben breathed, closing the distance between them for a heated kiss.
When Harry pulled back, they were both breathing hard. "Are you-"
"I want you," Ben interrupted fervently, shifting closer until his hardened shaft pressed against the pirate's pelvis.
"Poor Beastie," he cooed. "Has dreaming of me made you needy?"
"Being close to you makes me needy," he retorted, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. "But, yeah, that too." Harry's grin was wicked as he gripped hold of Ben's ass and rose, carrying the slighter teen easily as he stalked to the bed. "Harry," he panted, wrapping his arms around the pirate's neck.
"I've got you Beastie," he soothed, laying the King gently down upon the bed. "Do you want some relief, or can I get you naked first?"
"Relief," Ben spoke instantly, then blushed.
"Don't worry Beastie," he drawled, brogue more pronounced, kissing the slighter teen swift and heatedly, "I find that you're so eager exciting."
"Harry," he whined, arching against the pirate, hips questing friction.
"At least I know what I'm playing with eh?" he teased as he slipped his hand into the King's trousers, beneath his boxers, and wrapped around his hard shaft.
"Ah!" Ben cried, arching into those wicked fingers. "So good," he panted, fighting to keep his hips still. "Better than the dreams."
"Well o'course," he replied flippantly, "it's real." His eyes flicked over the King, still a pretty sight with his clothes on. "Go ahead and thrust Beastie, I want to see how wanton my touch makes you."
Ben gave into his instincts and thrust into Harry's wicked fingers, moans falling from his lips. His pleasure shot higher and higher, and he came with a moan of the pirate's name.
"That's it, Beastie," Harry purred, gentling the King through his orgasm. He released his hold and licked his sullied hand, letting out a pleased hum. Ben's gaze shot to his and he blushed. "Feeling better?" he drawled with a smirk.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Going to let me see you now?"
"Do I get to see you?"
The pirate gracefully rose from the bed, and with deft fingers, stripped down to his skin. Ben moaned, eyes flicking across the pirate's frame before settling on his cock. He moaned again. "Thanks for the compliment, Beastie," he purred. "Going to strip for me, or do I get to undress you?"
"Do you want to?" he breathed, head tilting curiously.
"Oh yes," he purred as he gracefully settled on the bed. Ben blushed. "So pretty," he cooed, leaning forward to kiss the King sweetly. "Let me?" he asked, fingers hovering above the slighter teen's buttons. Ben nodded. "Talk to me Beastie," he urged as he helped his companion out of his shirt.
"I'm not-" he cut off. The pirate arched his eyebrows. "As confident as you," he added in a soft voice.
"You have every reason to be," he drawled as his eyes flicked across every inch of revealed skin. "You keep yourself in good shape," he stated. "And do you really think I'd settle for anyone that isn't pretty?" Ben laughed softly, tension leaving his frame. "That's better," he purred. "Let's get you out of the rest, hmm?"
"Okay," he breathed, lifting his hips to help the pirate remove his trousers.
He glanced down shyly, and Harry tipped his chin up with gentle fingers. "You are beautiful," he spoke earnestly. He smirked. "And all mine to play with," he added with a possessive drawl. Ben shivered, expression hesitant. Harry cupped his cheek gently. "I think I need to share the complete truth with you," he spoke, stroking his thumb along the slighter teen's cheek. "I've thought you were cute for years," he stated.
Ben blushed with a shy smile. "Yeah?"
He nodded. "But I've wanted to have my wicked way with you since we captured you," he admitted.
"Was it the ropes?" he asked curiously.
Harry laughed wickedly. "No, Beastie," he murmured. "You looked adorable in your Isle clothes."
Ben scraped his teeth over his bottom lip before locking gazes with the pirate. "I still have them," he admitted.
It was Harry's turn to shiver. "Another time," he promised, brogue more pronounced. "For now, I want to show you how much better my touch is in reality."
Ben instantly hardened. "Harry," he whined.
His pirate smirked. "Don't worry Beastie," he purred, "you know I'll make you feel good."
"I do," he breathed, reaching for the pirate.
Harry caught his wrists in one of his and pinned them above his pretty king's head. "Uh uh," he chided with a smirk. "I'm going to touch you, Beastie," he purred. "Part your legs for me," he ordered in a rough voice and Ben instantly complied. "So good for me," he complimented, his free hand gliding down the slighter teen's torso. "Hmm," he murmured, "I have you at my mercy, what to do with you?"
"Anything you want," Ben panted causing the pirate to shudder.
"You are potent Beastie," he drawled, leaning down to kiss his king heatedly, slipping his tongue into the other teen's mouth the moment he parted his lips.
He pulled back, smirking at how hard Ben was breathing. "Don't mind if I skip to the main event, do you Beastie?"
"Gods no," he panted.
"Good," he purred with a smirk.
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Ben lay panting hard against his mattress, body languid and smile satisfied. "You look ravishing like this," Harry purred, settling on his side beside the slighter teen.
"Because you've had your wicked way with me?" he breathed.
The pirate's eyes flicked over him. "Seeing you like this, just makes me want to do it again," he drawled.
"Give me a minute or two," he replied.
Harry laughed wickedly. "So you're this insatiable outside of dreams," he purred, "good to know."
"Is it any wonder, when I have you for a partner?" Ben breathed with a warm smile.
"You're good for the ego, Beastie," he murmured, linking their fingers together.
Ben blushed. "I should probably tell you…" Harry's eyebrows rose. "I was attracted to you too," he stated. He averted his gaze. "The reason I flinched at your touch…was because I wanted it too much."
"Ben," he breathed, tipping the slighter teen's chin up with gentle fingers. "You wanted me then?" he asked, voice soft with wonder.
"Yes," he breathed.
Harry's smile was warm as he closed the distance between them for a sweet kiss. He pulled back and met his companion's gaze. "I love you," he stated.
Ben's smile was beatific. "I love you too," he replied warmly. His eyes flicked over Harry's form and he blushed.
"What is it, Beastie?" he drawled with a smirk. Ben's blush deepened. "I've seen what you dream of," he pointed out. "And loved every second," he added with a wicked grin.
He licked his lips. "I've…had a fantasy for a while," he admitted.
"Oh?" he prompted, voice encouraging.
"Of you sliding your hook along my skin," he spoke in a rush.
"Marry me," Harry breathed, then stilled. Ben blinked. "Forget I said that."
"Heat of the moment?" Ben responded, not quite managing a flippant tone.
Harry shook his head. "You're perfect, Ben, but I understand that you wouldn't want to marry me."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, confused.
"I'm a pirate, and you're a King," he stressed.
"I was willing to marry Mal who's a half-Fae Dragon," he pointed out. "You'd have to a different title, of course. Unless you don't mind taking on the moniker of 'Queen', you'd have to be 'Prince' or 'Consort', or even 'King Consort', since we can't just have two Kings-" he came to a stop as Harry laid gentle fingers over his lips.
"Do you want to marry me?" he asked softly, raising his fingers.
"If you think it's a bit soon-"
"Ben," he chided.
"Yes," he answered immediately.
Harry smiled. "So, as King, do you need to make the proposal?"
"You just did," he pointed out with a grin. "We'd just need to decide if we just make an official announcement when you're ready, or stage a proposal," he answered. "Did I just take the romance out of it?"
"I knew you were a King before I started this relationship," he reminded. "I knew there would be a few concessions."
Ben ducked his head. "You shouldn't have to," he muttered.
"Neither should you," he pointed out. He tugged the slighter teen into a sweet kiss. "But don't worry, Beastie, I'll spend the rest of our lives reminding you."
"I like the sound of that," he replied with a warm smile. He shifted suddenly so that he straddled his pirate. "I'm recovered now," he spoke with a grin.
Harry's grin was wicked. "I'll find out what it takes to sate you, Beastie, even if it takes all night."
Ben leant down to kiss his pirate. "I like the sound of that," he breathed inches away from his lips. Harry threaded his fingers through his King's hair and tugged him into a heated, claiming kiss.