Chapter 6: Numb

A/n: this chapter is about what's happening in Las Noches with the Fey king and play important roles in the story so please don't be annoyed by this as I know some readers hate OC' has some sexual contents so , not some, it has a full blown sex scene so rejoice or hde, whatever that suits you.

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Kheelan watched as Oberon, his king, sparred with some fellow fey soldier. Oberon was fighting with a katana. It was a new weapon for him as he has never used two blades together before. The sunlight glinted off the metal as it collided with a broadsword. The king had his own sword of course. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations. It was not meant to be used for trivial battles as this.

Oberon was laughing and commented something that made his opponent grin as well. Kheelan smiled in the small way that he does, the king always had a way of mingling with everyone. That is why he was well liked by his people and his judgments are never questioned. Not that there is anything to be questioned about in the first place.

Oberon was as intelligent as he was handsome. And handsome he was. What with his inferno like hair that was short, spiked and so unruly and unkempt that one will think it has never seen the bristles of a hair brush. And those amber eyes. It has the capacity to bring you kneeling to the ground. The fierceness and the sharp cunningness that was reflected in it can also display such warmth and love that you would think that they are pools of magic water; ever-changing.

He was a six feet tall fey, with a lean body. But you cannot be fooled by his appearance as behind his garments is a powerful build. If you are observant enough, much like Kheelan is, and then you can see the muscles rippling on his body as he moved. He was the very embodiment of what a King of Fey should be like.

To Kheelan he was the God. No one's word can outdo his. Such fierce loyalty was his to the king. Truly, the only thing that has disturbed his mind was the whole matter of the scoundrel Grimmjow. What was it that the king saw in him was beyond Kheelans' imagination. He was a beautiful creature, there was no doubt about it but he holds no mantle to the king. His attitude to his highness was so foul that more than once Kheelan had the urge to stab him in the gut with his ever-present sword.

Kheelan sighed. As the king has ordered he has been tracking that rascal but there was a distortion in the air that was playing havoc with his powers. It might be some time more before he could resume his search. Sparks flew from the clashing swords. In instinct his eyes roamed the surroundings for anything that may cause harm to his beloved king. Satisfaction resided in him as he saw none.

The job as the kings' advisor was by no means an easy task. It was demanding and kept him on the edge most of the time. He has to keep the kingdom running well without taking too much of his highness's time with trivial matters and at the same time take care of the king's needs as well. Sometimes at the end of the day he looks as if he has been run through a clothes wringer and the moment his head touches the pillow he will be passed out. But it was a job he was proud to hold and because it kept him close to his childhood friend, he was happy.

Oberon has finally finished his training. As the others clean up the place and take away the katana from him, he refreshes himself with a drink. He says his goodbyes and gratitude and walks towards his waiting advisor. As he passes Kheelan he snags the towel that is held out-stretched by him. He wipes his face and neck and comments cheerfully.

'' That was a pretty good workout. I can feel the blood coursing through my body like fire, Kheelan.''

Kheelan nodded and replied.

'' I also see that you have gotten better at wielding the katana, my lord''

Oberon made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

'' I have you to thank for that, being a specialist in weaponry. Honestly, I am curious as to how your mind can hold so much knowledge without bursting''

Kheelan was humbled as he said,

'' To be alongside you sire, one must be worthy. I simply learn to benefit the king and his kingdom''

Oberon smiled wistfully.

'' I think you would make a far better king than I do Kheelan''

Then looking at the horrified expression on his advisor he quickly added.

'' It was just a fleeting thought, I assure you. Now, I would like to have my bath if you don't mind. I smell as though I have rolled in garbage.''

Kheelan nodded again.

'' I have had the maids prepare a hot bath for you in your private bathroom, my lord. And some snacks awaits you as well, it's your favorite; vanilla flavored ice-cream''

Oberon smiled happily.

'' Kheelan, you spoil me so rotten sometimes.''

As an afterthought he added.

'' I would like to see you in my chambers tonight Kheelan. I have important matters to discuss with you''

Kheelan half bowed with his right hand on his chest, a symbol of loyalty and said.

'' Of course my lord, I will not delay my arrival''

As Oberon walked off, he waved his right hand over his shoulder in a goodbye salute. Kheelan stared at the retreating form for a few seconds before snapping out of his trance. He hurried off to finish his remaining tasks. He has to be on time to meet his highness tonight. It seemed as though the king might have some very important matters to confer about.

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Later that night.

Kheelan strode purposefully through the hallways leading to his king's private chamber. The passageway was empty and echoed off his steps back to him. Oberon despised the fact that he needed protection around the clock and had ordered that there should be no guards posted outside his room. Although Kheelan had protested the king remained stubborn and declared that the order was final and no arguments were allowed. Kheelan had nothing to say against that.

Now as he reached the kings private chamber, his thoughts were running astray. He wondered what the king wanted to talk about that required this much privacy. He lifted his hand to knock but before he could Oberon called him in and asked him to close the door behind him. The king was lounging on the chair near his study.

Kheelan said '' I have no idea how you do that my lord, knowing I'm outside that is''

Oberon was dressed simply in a silk robe of dark red with gold linings. His hair was as wild as ever and if possible more tousled.

He answered '' perhaps I have developed a sixth sense for you my old friend. Tell me how you are doing?''

Absentmindedly Kheelan answered '' I've been running around in circles the whole day. The gardener accidently grew a carnivorous plant that tried to eat the maids. I had to step in and cut it down myself. And then the cook set fire to the kitchen when she forgot to turn off the stove. I had to quickly salvage the remaining portion to make you a decent meal. And then it seemed the plant had spawned some seedlings that again I had to dispose of personally. Honestly, I have no idea on how clumsy fools like them managed to get a job in the palace.''

Oberon smiled and said '' I ask about you and you talk about the palace''

Kheelan straightened his back and answered '' my life is the palace my lord. I am here to serve you with my life''

Oberon's smile vanished. He got up from his chair and strode close to Kheelan.

'' Your life is not just a job, Kheelan. You are much more than that''

Kheelan did not notice how close the king was coming '' my sole purpose is to serve''.

Suddenly he realized how close the king was to him. He was staring straight at the kings' face.

'' Stop reducing yourself to a machine'', the kings tone was sharp. '' Look at you, you seem like an overused dish rag''

Kheelan did not answer to that. The king was looking down straight into his eyes. Oberon's eyes were ablaze with emotion. His hand reached out to Kheelans hair and slid off the ribbon that held it in a ponytail. The black hair cascaded down to his shoulders like a waterfall and framed his pale face like a frame. His brown eyes were curious. The king played with a strand of the hair. Then when he looked back into Kheelans eyes, Kheelan saw the smoldering passion in it and shuddered. He thought 'I guess there was nothing to talk about after all'.

The kings' left hand that was playing with the strand moved behind Kheelans neck. His right hand cupped his chin gently and raised it towards himself. The king only waited a second for Kheelan to drag in a breath when he leaned down to capture the pale lips.

It was a chaste kiss at first, simply the meeting of two lips. And then it became more heated. There was no room for air as the king claimed his advisors lips again and again.

Oberon sucked on Kheelans lips gently asking for entrance. Slowly Kheelans lips parted. Immediately the kings' hot tongue devoured his mouth. No spot was left unexplored. Oberon sucked on Kheelans tongue gently, coaxing it to play with his. Shyly, Kheelan made a move. He licked the kings' lower lip and ventured into the cavern. It was hot and delicious. Oberon's left hand was now on Kheelans head, tangled with his soft hair.

Kheelan reached out both his hand and clasped it behind Oberon's neck. Oberon moved away from his lips and kissed his cheeks, eyes and nose. As he trailed kisses along his jawline he huskily whispered '' you look beautiful as ever, K.''

The sound of his childhood nickname being uttered so sensually caused Kheelan to moan. He arched his back as Oberon kissed his neck. He gently bit into Kheelans shoulder and sucked on it. Oberon's hands rubbed deliciously all over Kheelans body. He claimed back Kheelans lips and slowly started taking off his clothes. Kheelans hands moved to the kings waist and undid the belt that held the robe closed. It barely registered to him that the king had nothing on underneath.

As the robe fell to the ground, the king crushed their bodies together. The friction caused the king to moan on Kheelans mouth. Kheelan was completely naked and he could feel the kings' hardness pressing onto him. Oberon grabbed Kheelans waist and hoisted him up. Kheelan wrapped his long legs around Oberon's waist. The king walked towards his large bed without breaking the kiss. He then gently laid his advisor on the bed and pulled off the blankets from underneath him. Then he crawled atop Kheelans body. Again he trailed kisses down his neck and towards his chest. He kissed one of Kheelans nipples and licked it. Then he closed his mouth on it and sucked. He was awarded with sensual groans from Kheelan. The same thing happened when he took the other hardened nipple.

Then he slowly trailed little butterfly kisses downwards until he reached the pubic area. Oberon kissed the hardened length and experimentally flicked his tongue at the tip. Then he ran his tongue over the entire hardened member. Backed my Kheelans never stopping moans, he took the entire hot organ into his mouth. As he alternately sucked and licked, Kheelan was mewling with pleasure. His hand found Oberon's hair and tugged on it harshly.

He rasped out breathlessly.'' I'm g-going to come''

Oberon moved away and up towards Kheelans face. As he nibbled on Kheelans earlobe he asked breathlessly '' you don't mind to go all the way do you?''

Just as breathless he got the answer '' not at all, go ahead''

With that Oberon leaned towards the table near his bed and rummaged in one of the drawers. He took out a bottle of lube. Lathering a great amount of it on his hand he lifted one of Kheelans leg and placed it on his own shoulder. Then after slowly running circles around the hole to loosen it, he gently pushed a finger in. Immediately a second finger found its way with the first one. He scissored the hole for some time before adding the third finger in.

Oberon was panting in lust and passion by then. And Kheelan was squirming underneath his administrations. After an agonizing long time, he took out the fingers only to be answered by Kheelans protesting moans. He placed himself at the now loosened entrance and kissing Kheelan on the lips, pushed in fully in one thrust. Kheelan arched from the bed and his eyes watered. Oberon whispered words of comfort and kissed his face and lips gently. He stayed still until he could feel Kheelan moving again without pain. He was so tight and hot that it took all of his self-control to stay still and not ram in ruthlessly.

He began with a slow and gentle pace, rolling his hips at different angle to find that special spot which will give pleasure to Kheelan. In a while Oberon knew he had hit it when Kheelan gripped his shoulders viciously and moaned out loudly. Maintaining the position he sped up his rhythm and removed Kheelans hands from his shoulders that were leaving angry red nail marks on it. He whispered into Kheelans ears '' K, oh, the sounds you make…not m-much longer now''.

He slid his hand between their bodies and grabbed Kheelans erection and pumped it heatedly, matching the speed of his length thrusting in Kheelan. Wantonly Kheelan rasped '' Ahhh, I'm going to c-c-come''. Both the speed of his hand and member increased to a blur. With a gasp, Kheelan came onto Oberons hand, the stringy fluids splashing all over his and Oberons stomach. When the walls of his hole tightened around Oberons member, he too unable to hold on much longer came really hard and long. He arched his back and buried to the hilt in Kheelan, filled his advisor's insides with his large amount of seed. Through glazed eyes he appraised his subordinate. Kheelan had arched upwards too and his hands clutched the sheets tightly, his now furious pink and kiss-bruised lips parted slightly. His eyes were half-lidded and his face was flushed. To Oberons eyes Kheelan was so beautiful; he matched the looks of their gods. As the final spasms subsided, the Fey king collapsed atop his advisor. The sticky liquid made wet sounds at this action. Both lay panting for several minutes. Then, slowly Oberon pulled out.

He stood up and fetched a soft towel from his private bathroom and gently cleaned off Kheelans body. He did the same thing to himself. He then threw the towel aside to a corner and crawled into bed beside his spent partner, on the way managing to pick up the blanket from the ground. As he covered both their naked bodies, Kheelan snuggled closer and turning on his side draped his arm over Oberons chest. The king smiled and kissed his forehead tenderly. Kheelan mewled happily at that. The king praised him, '' you were amazing, just like all the time before''.

In a sleepy haze Kheelan replied '' but I'm going to be pretty sore tomorrow. I haven't done it in a long time you know. And you didn't go easy on me ''. The king chortled and replied absent-mindedly '' Hush now, and sleep. You're shattered and drowsy.'' Then he added as an afterthought, '' I just wish that my darling Grimmjow would be as open and vocal as you are in bed. I do miss him terribly''. For a while he received no answer and he thought that Kheelan had dozed off. When he looked down at him though, he saw that he was wide-awake. He was staring at his hand on Oberons chest. Then slowly he moved away and half-sitting said '' you would not feel that way for long. I'll try to track him again tomorrow. You will meet your beloved soon''. He got off the bed and stood on the floor, unsteadily swaying on his legs that no doubt felt rubbery after the session just moments ago.

Oberon balanced himself on an elbow and found his eyes following his advisor's moves as he picked off his discarded clothes on the floor in the middle of the room. Curiously he asked, '' what are you doing?''

Not looking up from his search for his shirt he answered '' collecting my clothes''.

Oberon was amused as he said '' we can do that tomorrow morning. Come and join me in bed. You are not steady enough to walk to your room. You must be very tired. ''

Kheelans voice was devoid of any emotion as he found his shirt and said '' I am perfectly fine. Besides the place beside you in bed belongs to only your lover and mate.''

'' We just made love on it so don't be ridiculous'' answered Oberon slightly annoyed at the suddenly cold manner of Kheelan.

'' Making love and having sex is two completely different thing, my king. Besides what I just did was simply replace the position of your lover temporarily. I merely satisfied your sexual frustration'', Kheelan replied.

Just as Oberon was about to protest, Kheelan who was now dressed did the half-bow and wishing him good night, exited the chambers.

Oberon simply stared at the closed door, baffled at what had come over his advisor so suddenly.

Meanwhile, Kheelan limped to his own room in pain and discomfort.

After all, he had to rise early tomorrow.

The job as the royal advisor required many responsibilities to be fulfilled.

He felt numb all over. Both in his body and heart.

He ignored both the sticky mess sliding down his thighs and wet tears sliding down his cheeks.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxA/n: This is my first lemon scene so if it sucks then do forgive me. I just found out that reading a lemon and writing one is two completely different tings! I couldn't stop blushing while writing the whole thing which is weird cuz' I don't mind reading them at all.

Anyway, please do kindly leave a comment on how this is as your review will probably decide whether I should write one for the main characters myself or make someone do it for me. (yes,make!with me holding a spear and threatening the poor chap!muahahahah!")

The songs 'Numb' by My fav band Linkin Park.

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