A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, guys and gals. School ate me, enough said.
Anyways, here's the second chapter of Broken Crown Dented Scepter, as promised.
WARNING: Lemon in this chapter, 'kay? I've warned you. Oh, and character death too.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters. I guess you could call them copyrighted to Shakespeare? xD
Chapter Two
Innocence, or Lack Thereof
Wandering.
He hated wandering.
In fact, he didn't even know why he bothered.
Macbeth knew the entire layout of the castle anyways.
But, he had nothing better to do, so he continued to wander about the dank, winding passageways. Just as he was about to cross the courtyard, one of the lesser servants interrupted his musings.
"What is it?"
"Umm… King Duncan… has summoned you to his chambers. Do you… need me to lead you there, Lord Macbeth?" The servant shifted anxiously in his leather boots.
"No, I know where it is." He curtly dismissed the boy, and went on his way. Humph. Always interrupting his plans. Walking down the hallway in the direction of the blonde's room, he traipsed through the open door, dismissing all the servants that cluttered the space. "What do you need… Sire?" Macbeth almost forgot the formal address, however, he noticed immediately that the young king was positioned in a bed. Perfect. Looks like his major plan could be fulfilled right now.
Duncan sighed, massaging his temples. Pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts, he finally stated: "I want to know about you. I want to know why you're so mysterious, and why you act the way you do. You're an enigma, and I want to know more." A slight blush crossed the king's face as he remembered the kiss.
"Oh, you do now? Are you sure?" Macbeth's voice lowered to a growl in the back of his throat as he moved closer to his unsuspecting prey. "I'm not sure if you'd like to know."
Duncan sat up straighter, feigning defiance. "I'm sure I do."
"If you say so, Sire." The Thane approached the nervous King, and reached his neck out, head positioned as if to tell a secret.
The blonde fell for it. He leaned towards Macbeth, expecting a secret about the mysterious man's past to be revealed.
Macbeth smiled. Oh how naive Duncan was. A tongue extended from the brunette's mouth, licking the inner shell of the king's ear. The shudder and gasp emit by the blonde gave the Thane the perfect opportunity to press their lips together. Beginning the kiss softly, Macbeth slowly began to move his mouth faster and harder, eager tongue tracing Duncan's lower lip, eagerly asking for entrance which was promptly granted.
The blonde felt the slick muscle slide onto his own. He resisted, pushing back against it, trying to be the dominant. Macbeth, however, thwarted his attempts as Duncan's tongue was forced into submission. The brunette continued to trace the inside of the other's mouth, tasting him for all he was worth.
Macbeth finally drew away from the abused mouth and strayed down the royal's neck, nipping and sucking at the pale flesh. As he reached the collar of Duncan's robe, his tanned hands quickly undid it. The crimson velvet fell to the linens, revealing a very naked- and very embarrassed, king. Macbeth raised an eyebrow in question.
"What?" Duncan blushed. "It gets hot…"
The comment earned a small laugh from the elder man; the breath released tickling the king's sensitive skin. Macbeth quickly returned to his biting, straying sometimes to leave a mark. His tongue finally found the royal's erect nipple, tracing circles around the hard flesh, biting occasionally on the tip; earning constant mewls from his subject. A hand came up to the other, teasing and twisting, leaving no flesh untouched. The elder paused long enough to allow Duncan a question.
"What are… what are you doing?" the boy panted out.
"Screwing you. What does it look like?" Macbeth hushed the blonde by letting his hand brush along the other's growing erection, earning yet another gasp. His fingers played with the already wet tip before finally taking the entirety of the hardened shaft in their grasp. Moving his hand progressively faster along the flesh, the brunette busied his mouth by licking and sucking at a particularly sensitive part of Duncan's neck.
The boy moaned every time Macbeth's rough hands pumped along the length of his phallus. He grew louder as the motions grew faster, quickly reaching his peak. "Ah, no… stop!" With a shudder and a groan, he came, spilling his seed into the tanned hand of the older man. Panting, he lowered his blue eyes to stare into the hazel ones of his partner.
"Relax, Sire." Macbeth began to say calmly. "At least you got to experience something sexual before your death." His tone suddenly grew very dire. Wiping the traces of the white liquid from his hands, and reaching under the bed, he slowly pulled out a sword.
"What?" Duncan looked panicked, but was too drained to do anything but lie there. "What… what are you do-"
His frantic question was cut short as the cold steel was slashed through his neck. Just as his eyes began to glaze over, a single tear fell across his cheek, co-mingling with the pooling blood. Whether it was from pain or sadness, even he didn't know. But soon he fell into the coldness of death, the darkness of eternal sleep.
"Someone's murdered the king!"
"His highness?"
"Yes! King Duncan of Scotland has been killed!"
Macbeth ran about the castle, screaming in fake hysteria. "It's true! His highness is murdered! The servants did it!"
However, there was no way to tell if the servants did it, because they had all been killed by Macbeth in his "rage." No witnesses. No living suspects. Macbeth had gotten away with it.
A/N: Woo. Angsty. I promise there will be more development in the next three chapters. The first two were kind of just a prelude, as those of you who have read the actual Macbeth can attest to. D Chapter three coming soon!
Oh, and if you're interested, I've posted a one-shot NaruSasu, if that's your cup of tea. It sure is mine.
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