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The Queen chuckled, cleaning his table and then going to prepare a warm bath to relax in before he retired for the night. He was relieved that he and Alfred had put the problem behind them, and they were moving forward once again.
'Towards what though?' His mind whispered.
Thinking about this, Arthur stripped and then stepped into the heated water. The liquid relaxed his muscles. The Queen smiled, remembering the night he had just shared with Alfred. It was rather nice to finally have a moment just for them. Being royalty, it was hard to find time to themselves. Alfred had been rather generous lately. Ever since the Spades Blades, the King had been acting so unusual but it was a good thing. Arthur didn't understand why; however he had several guesses.
First, Alfred was in love, perhaps with a maid. Second, maybe he had taken an Oath of the Faith. This had been the most absurd of Arthur's ideas but it was still there. An Oath of the Faith was a promise to the two goddesses for three month time period for which Alfred was to be as perfect as possible. If all went well, the goddesses would bless Alfred's future endeavors. The third and most likely idea was that their friendship was growing, therefore Alfred was most likely trying to keep their friendship alive.
Satisfied with his thoughts, Arthur got out of water. He dried off and slipped on a thin white nightgown. After getting into bed, he covered up and blew out his nightstand candle. With the room now blanketed with darkness, Arthur could finally sleep in peace.
Alfred let out another long, heavy sigh as he stepped out of the painting door. Closing the hidden passage entrance, Alfred quickly got undressed and jumped into bed. Nude, he decided to let the moon light bathe his body for a while.
Alfred eyed the stretch of moonlight silently, before his gaze shifted to the chair standing in front of the window. He could recall Arthur when they had sat together after his injury, how the light had casted over his Queen gently and how he realized that night that they were changing. The same things he had noticed: certain words that were sharpened by his accent, the glow of his eyes in the light or when he laughed, his gentle smile or graceful movements. Everything, he noticed it more and how he performed it.
Arthur had changed or was changing, that much Alfred knew. What he didn't know was /why/ the Brit was changing. And it puzzled him greatly. His clothes were the same. His accent and laugh and everything were the same. But...was it something abstract that was making a change?
The American was distracted when he felt something press against his body. Looking down, he realized that a naked maid had slipped into his bed.
The red head smiled up at him. "My King..." Her breasts pushed against his arm.
Alfred smiled weakly. "Not tonight," he answered, turning to his side. He hated to lie, but his mind was too boggled with thoughts of Arthur and how he was changing in some way to focus on anything else. "I'm a bit tired from today. I just want to sleep, please."
The maid frowned. "But M'lord, I can take the stress away..."
He shook his head, and, against his body's protest, sat up when she tried to stretch over him. "I'm sorry. This is a bit of personal stress that I have to deal with myself."
The female gave the smallest of smiles. "You grow wise, my King." She got up and dressed. "Call me if need be."
He nodded and smiled brightly, giving her a wink filled with fake enthusiasm. "I shall remember that."
The maid giggled then left.
Alfred went from a wide smile to a frown, and lay back down against the sheets. His thoughts were plagued with his Queen still, even as the maid had climbed atop of him. He had felt...strange when she was here, almost as if he wasn't interested in her anymore. And that was certainly strange. Oh he still lusted after his maids, just not tonight. He had other things to deal with.
Other things that involved the green-eyed, blond Queen that was making his mind race extremely fast. He just was different. Alfred couldn't tell you why but he was. The King gave a sigh and flopped face first into his pillow.
Why was this so difficult to sort out? He had never had to deal with this problem until recently. And like the other times, he and Arthur always sorted this out. Any internal conflicts, he had never had to draw out like this.
Alfred let out a curse. This whole thing hurt his head thinking about this kind of stuff. "I'll think about it on the morrow," he said to no one. With a yawn, he burrowed himself inside of the encasements of the blankets and slowly, eventually, fell into a deep slumber.
The second Alfred reopened his eyes, he knew this was a dream for two reasons. One, he was standing in his large bathing pool in his bathroom at the Castle and second, he was perfectly naked in the presence of the full Royal Court.
Alfred felt his cheeks burn and he instantly covered himself, embarrassed that the court saw their own King in such a fashion. If it were any other time, he would deal with it and flaunt. But in public, he was the opposite.
Yet no one seemed to notice or care about his lack of clothes. Alfred dropped his hands and asked them a question. "Why are you were?"
Lord Wald turned to look at him, "To arrange your new bride."
"Bride?" Alfred raised an eyebrow. "What... Who's my bride?"
A new figure stood up. He was not a member of the Spades Royal Court, but his face was one that Alfred knew well. King Francis smiled at him. "Ze Clock 'as chosen Arthur Kirkland to be your bride!"
The King of Spades' face burned as he tried to get out a response, but his mouth only opened and closed shamelessly. "But we are already married!" He eventually cried out.
Francis nodded. "Yes, now it is time to consummate your union. Try to make sure 'e is wiz child by ze end of ze night."
Alfred couldn't have been more in shock. "Men can't get pregnant!"
"Of course not, mon cher! Zis is a dream, a wonderful piece of imagination. You 'ave always been a child of...vision should I say." Francis said while laughing as the other Lords and Ladies joined in. "In zis dream, in zis Wonderland, everyzing is what you want for everyzing you want is 'ere!"
The crowd's excitement grew to a higher sound level, and they were practically exploding from joy. The crowd split to form a path, where a slender, short figure was standing.
Arthur was standing there, not blushing yet nude as he was. The Brit flicked his hand and everyone but those two disappeared. "Hello, luv," the Queen smiled small, his voice angelic and gentle and made butterflies float inside his stomach.
Alfred was beyond weirded out. He just couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. What kind of dream was this?! This Wonderland was bizarre! They were already married for six years! Did time reverse? He would get to the bottom of this, if only he could move! However no one really as control over their dreams. Alfred found himself walking towards his naked Queen. "Arthur Kirkland, I presume?" He watched himself bow and kiss Arthur's hand.
Arthur watched the King with loving eyes, entwining their hands once it was pecked. "When we are alone, I prefer to be called Arthur Jones."
Had Arthur gone insane?! The King and Queen of Spades always kept their last names when they were wed. Only by remembering this was a dream, the King calmed down. This was a dream, in which he had no control. Why not just roll with it? It's not like he could change anything. At that point the dream shifted, as most dreams tend to do. Alfred was now looking down on Arthur and...himself now both in the pool.
"Very well, Arthur," he heard himself say. "What would make you most comfortable?"
The Queen leaned against Alfred's double silently for a while before he smiled with a hum and sat up, emerald orbs staring straight into sapphire blue. "This..." Without wasting a breath or hesitation, he leaned forward and had their lips touching romantically and full of emotions, arms wrapping around the other's neck gently.
'So this is where the dream is headed…' Alfred thought as he watched from beside the kissing duo. Alfred felt as if he were intruding, that that he should walk away but he couldn't. Shock eradicated all other emotions.
The Brit pulled away, a look of disappointment filling his features. "Poppet...whot's wrong? You're not kissing back..." There was a deep look of worry on the Queen's face, as if he was concerned strongly for the King.
Alfred saw his body give a devilish smirk. This Dream Alfred, as he dubbed his double, seemed to be mischievous. "I was just amazed at how such a beauty could be mine."
Arthur suddenly grinned again, and chuckled as the duo started to kiss, this time with more passion than before. They started to arch up, as if to climb out of the pool; Dream Alfred grasped onto Arthur's bottom, kneading it between his hands as the real Alfred, dreaming all of this up quietly watched, half-surprised and half...intrigued.
Dream Alfred murmured to Arthur, "Let the water hold you, I won't let you sink"
The Queen hummed lightly, and shifted into position, still somehow keeping their lips in contact.
Dream Alfred picked Arthur up by the hips and kept his chest above water level. "So beautiful," he whispered leaning down to steal another kiss.
The elder dragged his hands through the caramel locks of the other male. "So handsome," he murmured, and let out a moan that was louder than before. Alfred in reality glanced at what they were doing, and instantly regretted doing so, seeing what they were doing. Yet Alfred couldn't look away. Dream Alfred dipped his head down to Arthur nipples and started to play with them.
Arthur only directed Dream Alfred closer with a persistent plea, his mouth open in quiet pants. "A-Al... Alfred...please..."
"What do you want, my Lovely?"
"I want you...inside me..."
"Of course, my Sweet." Dream Alfred stated.
Real Alfred quickly looked up. He heard moans, and groans but he did not look down. Not until Arthur screamed. Finally gazing down, Real Alfred found he was now behind the two. Dream Alfred was thrusting against the smaller whose legs were on his shoulders.
Arthur still had his arms tightly wrapped around the other Alfred as he moaned and without shame on his face. Dream Alfred only pushed in harder. Arthur let out increasingly louder moans. Real Alfred could on stare in shock.
The Queen's moans were getting quieter and quieter and transforming into pleads and whines. The entire time, they kep eye contact. Dream Arthur kept murmuring sweet nothings and love declarations. Dream Alfred's own moans were softer but Alfred could hear them.
Arthur whispered into Dream Alfred's ear, breath hitching at every sharp. Dream Alfred confirmed his thoughts with a kiss and a grasp to most likely his erection. After that, the Queen didn't last long and finally finished.
Alfred watched as his double came as well and the lovers calmed down from their high. Arthur stood up and walked to the bed. His naked form draped over the bed spread. "I hope I am with child."
The King in the dream chuckled, following his husband, and ran his hand across his Queen's cheek. "What a joy it will be..."
Alfred tilted his head in confusion. 'A child?' He thought about it, well, as much as a sleeping mind could. It would be a heavy burden but he always loved children. Arthur would be a great mother, but this was not reality. This was a dream land, a Wonderland. So he simply continued to roll with it. Looking closer, Alfred saw the two cuddle. Arthur then looked right at him. "Alfred, you need to wake up!"
"Huh?" Before the King could realize it, he was back in his bed, half-dazed and tight eyed sight.
Looking around, he saw he was alone. When Alfred noticed something else, he was glad of the fact. He had an erection from his 'wet dream'. Alfred chuckled sheepishly; by what he could remember, he had never had a wet dream involving a male before. What did that mean? He preferred...men now? Or was he bi like Francis? Well no matter what the answer was, one thing was clear. He needed to get rid of his arousal.
He hastily gathered a fresh pair of clothes for the day, and snuck into the washroom, hastily dealing with his problem before cleaning and dressing.
Getting out of the bathroom, he still couldn't get this dream out of his mind. Why the hell was he dreaming of Arthur?! And having children?! This wasn't normal, was it? To be dreaming of Arthur, his Queen! He was his dear friend that he loved in a friendship way, that he would do anything for to ensure his safety! Could he...just maybe...be falling for the attractive Queen?
"That is absurd!" He said to himself out loud. Arthur was a GUY and his best friend, neither of which fall into the sleeping with category in Alfred's mind. "I was needy but I didn't have the maid service me!" He reasoned. "Yeah, that's it!"
He gazed at his reflection in a nearby mirror and smiled. He was deprived of his dosage of maids and had had a dream of his best friend. That's all that happened, nothing else. "I was deprived of my maids... I was deprived of my maids," he mumbled to himself repeatedly.
The American almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock at the door. "Alfred? Are you there?"
Well speak of the devil and he shall appear. It was Arthur.
"Yeah, hold on!" He cried out, giving himself one last glance in the mirror to make sure he was looking well-kept. The King grinned at his reflection and rushed to the door before his dear friend got cranky.
Arthur gave a huge smile. "I told you I could wake up early!"
Alfred laughed. "Look at that, Artie! You've gotten out of bed the same time as the sun!"
Arthur rolled his eyes with a grin. "Oh shush you!" The Queen put his hand on the sword at his waist. He had put his semi-armor clothes on, no need for the full body armor. "Ready to go?"
Alfred nodded, and laughed when he realized his best friend was decked out in armor. "You really did go all out, didn't ya Artie?"
"I only have half armor on you brat!"
Alfred laughed as they started in the direction for the training courtyard. When he arrived at their destination, he would put on his armor, which he had left with the guards. He didn't mention any part of his dream to Arthur; it was almost as if it had never happened.
The walk was short, as the training courtyard was only a few hundred yards from the Tooth's main fortress. Arthur moved to talk to Isabel. The King hastily put on his armor, hoping that he would be able to go against Arthur if he would be able to handle his strength. Usually, Alfred hardly ever gave anyone exceptions. As the King he had super strength and a sword to handle that strength.
But for Arthur? He might make an exception. Alfred smiled as he stood up. "Attention!" He called loudly.
The large group of guards quieted down and focused on their King. Arthur bid good-bye to Isabel before rushing over to them.
A serious look appeared on Alfred's face. "What did you learn last, green boys?" The term was used for those brand new to something. The King could tell that they were as green as spring.
"How to hold and wield the different weapons that Spades use my King," said a tall male towards the middle.
Arthur navigated his way towards the front of the crowd swiftly, and stood by Alfred, trying to stay out of the other's way.
Alfred nodded. "Well then it seems you are ready for my training methods." He looked at them carefully. "Take off your helms." Once they did, Alfred pointed to the one on the far left. "What is your name?"
"Jonathon, my King," he answered with a salute.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Well Jonathan, whoever taught you should go to jail. Your full title, if you would."
The boy nodded, and a look of nervousness crossed his face. "Jonathan Brooks, my King."
"Arthur make sure we get his teachers name. Your full title would be Jonathan Brooks, son of Lord Brooks, heir to the southeastern county of Netil." Alfred said coldly. He whipped around to man next to him. "And what is your name?"
Arthur nodded as he started to write and the lanky commoner started to speak in a strong voice. "Samuel Hatkins, son of...Joseph Hatkins, heir to...heir to the...heir to Hatkins' farm..."
The King gave all the recruit an evil grin. "Well, unfortunately for you boys. You're all wrong." He smirked. "For this point on, your name and all titles will be stripped from you until you earn them back."
Oh yes, Alfred certainly was giving no one any mercy.
Arthur raised an eyebrow at Alfred's words. He had never been interested in the in-depth training of the guards, but now he was getting a look at it. He was impressed, to say the least.
"So now get into pairs."
As the trainees got into groups of two, Arthur tapped Alfred's shoulder, receiving his attention almost instantly. "Will you and I be partnering up together?"
"Yes, you're my example." Alfred whispered to him. "Now you all can watch Your Queen and I give a simple example." He turned to Arthur and took out FireSong. "You will only be learning to block and different swings."
Arthur let out a breath but nevertheless pulled out his own sword, Caliburn, a sword he had inherited from his family and barely used. He definitely wasn't going to disappoint Alfred, but they hadn't gone head to head for a training battle in a long while, at least two years. Maybe his best friend had the same skills as America.
"The first blow is a slash. Arthur will block by either stepping back or ducking or even using his own blade as a wall putting his weight behind it." Alfred instructed as he got ready, "Arthur, just the one block."
Arthur nodded, and got into stance easily, putting up his sword in the right formation to block.
Alfred got into his stance then lifted FireSong and slashed horizontally.
Arthur blocked the attack smoothly, and stepped back hastily in case there was another hit.
But the younger stopped as he said he would. The King turned to the greenboys. "Now, repeat the scene. Ten times for each of you! Your Queen and I will go around to help you."
The older of the Royal Deck members sheathed his sword, and walked in perfect step beside Alfred. "Is this whot you do every morning with the trainees?"
"This is a new batch so no, I don't." Alfred murmured walking passed the duos fighting.
"Hm...they do seem rather inexperienced."
The younger royal had to nod. This was pathetic. "Stop!"
The few working trainees stopped and looked at their King faithfully; Arthur did the same. "Stop who?"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I want everyone to stop, and give me two laps around this field. And yes, before you ask, you must do it in your armor."
The Queen watched in slight amusement as the males groaned but complied to their King's wishes, slumping away as if they were in trouble. The shorter turned to Alfred. "You really aren't joking around with them, are you?"
"Why would I? These are men that will protect the Kingdom, the people of Spades. There is no joking about the importance of life." Alfred answered calmly. His blue eyes followed the running men.
"I wasn't saying it as a bad thing. You're rather dedicated to your work. You throw your heart into whotever it is you're doing. I remember my mother used to tell me that without a heart, it is but a shell."
"Wise woman," Alfred commented. "Now, let's watch them try again."
Arthur nodded, and noticed that some of the trainees were running and looked exhausted, but continued on as others stayed behind. What his mother had said was right. He had always known that, but it wasn't fully clarified until now.
They waited for everyone to finish. Alfred spit on the ground. "Now let's try again."
The two groups got together once again and practiced. This time, there was definitely an obvious show of progress, even if just a bit.
Alfred sighed. "I will demonstrate one more time. You will run, if you don't get it right..."
The King and Queen watched for the next two hours as the men practiced. They had gone through several more swings and blocks. The greenboys eventually learned the basics. Alfred was inwardly pleased, they were an okay group. "Alright, you maggots! Go to breakfast, then to training with Ser Verbi!"
The group shuffled over to the gates to line up their armor and weapons against the gate; Alfred and Arthur did the same, but a few servants assisted them and stored their armor somewhere safer.
The King smiled and grabbed Arthur's hand. "We have to hurry and bathe! We'll be late for the meeting."
Arthur, with a frown, hurried beside Alfred faithfully, dusting his hands off on his thighs. "As much as I don't want to go, I know it's mandatory for us to be there."
Alfred gave Arthur a stupid smile. "Well then hurry up or Ludwig will well at us."
The Queen laughed, and started to run quickly from the tall male. "I think there's someone else who should be 'hurrying up'."
Alfred scowled before putting on a huge grin. He started after his best friend with hell-bent intent to surpass the smaller.
However, where Alfred was stronger, Arthur was faster on his feet.
But there was also the issue that Alfred had longer legs. Eventually he got right behind his Queen and tackled him to the ground. "You're mine now!" He proclaimed laughing.
Arthur screamed in fear at first, and then laughed.
"I claim you in the name of the King of Spades!"
The older, still laughing, tried to push Alfred away but was trapped by the younger's incredible strength and embrace. "Alfred! Stop being such an arse, let me up!"
"Never!" Alfred said. He stood up and threw the Queen over his shoulder. Then He started to walk.
More laughter poured from the Queen's mouth, and he started to kick his legs furiously. "Alfred! This isn't funny!"
"Says you!" Alfred stated as he walked into the Tooth. He made for his room. "I find it funny as hell."
"I find it as funny as you find having sex with a guy!" He teased, poking the other's cheek with a mischievous smile.
Alfred blushed but didn't drop the other. "Annnnddddd? From what the other royals tell me, it's enjoyable. So therefore I might enjoy it, in which you might just enjoy this." He countered as he opened the door to his bedroom.
Arthur looked where they were now entering. He was surprised but played along. "Are you inviting me to your bed?"
"...I did say I might enjoy it..."
Arthur blushed, and smiled. "Well, then. I'm sure I'll make it quite enjoyable."
Alfred shook his head. He set Arthur down once they were in the bathroom. "We can wash were, I asked one of the servants to bring your clothes." He pointed to a nearby chair.
Arthur nodded, brushing his clothes off as he started to undress. "Alright, that's fine."
Alfred stripped as well and got into the pool. Turning around, he was hit with a strong overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Arthur stood in the middle of his bathroom completely naked.
The younger mind echoed that for a bit. 'naked?' When it all fit together, Alfred blushed furiously but didn't look away. Arthur was exactly like his dream. The Brit was slim and lithe.
The Queen organized his clothes neatly on the nearby table, and slipped into the water smoothly with a sigh.
"Warm enough?" Alfred asked.
Arthur leaned back with a sigh and nodded slowly, closing his eyes. "Very."
Alfred leaned over and grabbed some oils. He quickly started to wash his Queen's hair.
Arthur leaned back against the tub's edge, enjoying it with shut eyes.
Grabbing an empty jar and filling it with water, Alfred poured it on top of Arthur's head. Once that was over, the King reached for a rag. Sudding it with a bar of soap, he started to wash the other.
The Queen let his body be treated with such care and attention, something that he would admit to loving. He and Alfred had never done this before, but by now, all of their actions were performed as if the two of them had known each other for years and had always been that way.
The King finished and then started to wash his own body.
The Queen turned around when he felt the hands and soap leave, and stopped Alfred. "Here, let me," he smiled, and started to take the soap and cloth.
Alfred let him return the favor of washing.
Arthur cleaned his King carefully and smoothly, his hands and fingers moving cautiously and smoothly, as if he had done this before. By the quiet sighs and the way Alfred leaned back towards him, as if to gain more attention, he could tell what he was doing was approved.
Alfred smiled as he was clean all over. Standing up and stepping out of the tub, he gathered towels for both of them.
Arthur stood up as well, shivering as the cold air hit him, and he gave a shudder, before stepping out of the small pool with the help of Alfred, and enveloped a towel around him.
The taller did the same. Together the two got dressed and left for breakfast with the other royals.
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