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"I'm sorry, my prince, but the answer is 'no,'" Agni said firmly. "You just got over a cold, do you want another one? And don't give me that look."

Soma pouted. He toyed with the idea of commanding his beloved khansama to let him go outside and play in the townhouse's snow filled back garden, but he knew he was right. Still, he wanted to go in the worst way, conveniently forgetting the fact that was how he had got sick in the first place. "I promise not to throw any snowballs at you," the prince wheedled.

"No, my prince."

"Please…?"

"No, and that's it," Agni said as he felt a brief moment of sympathy for Meena, who had spent seventeen years looking after Soma and dealing with his whims. But the prince needed tough love on occasion, and this was one of those times when he needed it the most. Agni's frown melted in a warm smile.

"What?" Soma said, his curiosity piqued by his beloved's complete turnaround in demeanor.

"I know how I can amuse you," Agni replied, his voice taking on a hint of huskiness.

"Yeah?"

Agni nodded. "Have you've forgotten all those long afternoons during monsoon season when you were bored and tired of being stuck inside this palace?" He smiled.

"No… but on the odd chance that I have, do you think you could help me remember, Agni?"

"It would be my pleasure, my prince."

Soma laughed. "Then what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing that I know of, my prince," Agni said. "Come; let's go upstairs where it's warmer. I'll light a fire in the fireplace in your room if we need it."

"Okay." And with that, Soma hurried upstairs towards his room.

Agni followed more sedately behind him. He found the prince sprawled across his bed, waiting for him. Agni chuckled softly as he walked over to the room's fireplace. He quickly got a small wood fire burning, adding just enough coal to heat Soma's room for the rest of the afternoon. "My prince, let me go wash up as I've got coal dust on my hands." Agni held up his blackened palms.

"Remember when got pelted with all those pretty colors during Holi?"

Agni nodded.

"That was fun… a pity the English don't have a fun holiday like that…" Soma sighed.

"Yes… but their Christmas is fun, or at least you and young Master Ciel had fun."

"Yes! We certainly did, even if he did yell at me for breaking a tree ornament," Soma said sheepishly.

Agni chuckled. "True, but he did thank you for finding a better replacement."

"Yeah…" Soma sighed. Putting on an imperial air, he added, "Now quite fooling around, Agni and go wash up!" He softened his command by laughing.

"Yes, my prince." Agni hurried from the room, only to return a few minutes later with clean hands.

Soma sat up and patting the bed next to him, he motioned for Agni to come next to him. "You want to share kama, Agni…?" he shyly asked.

"If that what, my prince, desires, so shall it be…"

"It is..." Soma leaned towards him for a kiss.

Agni, cupping his beloved prince's cheek, deepened it. The lines between master and servant blurred just as much in the townhouse as it had back home in India, whenever they could steal a moment without the watchful eyes and wagging tongues in the palace finding out. Only now it was much easier, as Ciel only came into town when he had to, which left the pair of Indians alone for much of the year. That suited the two of them just fine as it gave them the opportunity to deepen their relationship without worrying about hiding it, although, Agni had the feeling his friend Mister Sebastian knew more about them than he let on.

Breaking the kiss, Soma began to unbutton his beloved khansama's sherwani, after loosening the sash at his waist. He opened it, revealing Agni's soft cotton kurta. Placing his hands on Agni's chest, he moved them upwards over the thin cotton fabric towards his shoulders, slipping the sherwani off.

Agni chuckled, a deep rumbling his chest and throat. His beloved was eagerly undressing him and he found he liked it. To make things easier for Soma, Agni stood up and kicked off his shoes, before sliding his churidars down past his hips and pulling them off. He stroked his rapidly hardening cock, while he watched his beloved prince quickly undressed himself.

Naked, they both crawled back into bed, their clothes dumped unceremonially onto the floor. Soma lay as Agni blanketed him, covering his face with little kisses until the prince laughed. Agni paused to look his beloved in the eye. They needed no words between them, friendship having long ago turned to love.

Soma reached up, gently caressing Agni's cheek. Agni made him feel loved and cherished, and though their relationship was taboo, he no longer cared. They simply had each other for there were no Indian girls of suitable caste to be found in London, or more specifically the East End. Going back to India also was out of the question, aside from the fact that he had a job as governor of the townhouse, Soma knew in his heart there was no bride waiting at home for him. Besides, he had come to the conclusion that he really did not want to give up Agni in favor of some girl he had never met before if were lucky enough to find himself getting married after all. No, spending an idle winter's afternoon in a long list of similar afternoons in bed with his beloved khansama was what he really wanted out of life and he wondered if Agni had always known that.

Agni, intent on giving the utmost pleasure to his beloved prince, went lower, trailing a line of butterfly soft kisses across Soma's jaw line and down his throat. His happiness was a priority and Agni always did his best when pleasuring him. Experience taught him that Soma preferred to lie back against him while Agni stroked his cock and idly played with his nipples and also that the prince loved it whenever trailed a line of kisses down his torso before pleasuring orally. That was exactly what Agni was doing now, except he had paused to tease Soma, by licking his navel. He knew the prince found it ticklish, but he also wanted to prolong his pleasure by distracting him. It worked as it always did, so that by the time Agni had moved to nestle between Soma's legs, the prince's lust had cooled a bit.

Soma moaned softly when Agni engulfed his cock in his mouth. His beloved was very skilled with his tongue and it was not long before Soma was hard again. Closing his eyes, the prince focused on the pleasurable sensation that ran down his spine to pool deep within his cock. Each and every time Soma felt himself rushing towards his completion, Agni would bring him back only to push him a little farther over the edge. It was just frustrating enough to be enjoyable and Soma knew that when he finally gave into it, it would be well worth it in terms of pleasure. So he fisted the sheets, lifting his hips and he tried holding back, but Agni was too good this time and the prince spewed his hot bitter essence all over the inside of his beloved's mouth.

Agni quickly pulled away and swallowed. He sat back on his heels, and using a mixture of spit and spent fluids as a makeshift lube, he entered Soma. In and out and in and out, he quickly developed a rhythm. He loved taking Soma like a woman and facing him as the emotions that flitted across the prince's face a added to his own pleasure. A few more thrusts and he climaxed, resting his head on Soma's forehead as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He pulled out and lay back against the pillows next to Soma. Reaching for his beloved prince's hand, he took it, bringing it to his lips and kissing his fingers. "We should clean up, my prince."

"I know, Agni… but I don't want to move…"

"Then wait here and I'll get something to clean you up." Agni sat up and got out of bed.

"Agni..?"

"Yes…?"

"Hurry back, I want to lie here with you," Soma said shyly.

"If that is what my prince desires, so shall it be…"

"It is…"