Chapter 2

"I was being unreasonable to him." Henry mumbled under his breath. He rose from his chair and walked over to the window staring at the discoloured grey walls of the palace. He did not care about what others thought but he did care for his best friend's affection.

"You majesty, Cardinal Wolsey and Thomas Moore are here." The messenger announced as he bowed. Henry indicated the messenger to leave and send them in. He was not in the mood to see them about any diplomatic matters dealing with his country. All he wanted now was to spend time with his loyal duke and please him with his love and devotion. He sighed deeply as he turned to see his beloved Cardinal and teacher standing waiting for his attention. The Cardinal proposed that in order for universal and perpetual peace must be achieved with a summit between him and King Francis. After long, gruelling meetings of peace treaties and discussions of raising taxes, the Cardinal and Moore were both dismissed leaving Henry to his thoughts. He felt the unjustly tension for the love he had for Charles, he did everything in his power to not only shower him with grand titles and wealthy properties but also made sure that no other member of the court could touch him. His eyes were staring into the grey skies of his kingdom and the grey skies returned small water droplets onto Henry's window pane.

Anne's eyes stared ominously on the poem in her hand, there was something missing in her life and she could not find the solution to this problem. Anne sighed deeply now that she was alone in her chambers in the deep fields of French palace. After her small ventures in the dreary weather of England, she had to return to France to be one of Queen Claude's ladies-in-waiting which did not seem to bother her at all. This feeling of emptiness surrounded her heart as she got up from her bed and stared at the luscious greenery surroundings. Her eyes shifted to the poem in her hand entitled Miroir de l'âme pécheresse [The Mirror of Heart pécheresse].Her thoughts began to drift towards the contents of this profound intense religious poem. The poem spoke to her as the mystical narrative of the soul as a yearning female calling out to Christ as her father or brother or lover. Every word called to her as she read the poem repeatedly. She knew that the poet was in fact a genius about criticising the corruption of the Catholic Church. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling for her, her sister Mary. She rushed down the grey marble stairs lifting the frock of her long satin overskirt with the sounds of her light silk with satin embroidered material soles stomping away. Thomas Boleyn was an ambassador to France who dealt with matters concerning with France and England. He had good news to share with his daughters as Anne stared on joyous expression of her father.

"I have some exciting news. There is to be a summit between King Francis and King Henry near Calais...I am to arrange it." He picks up two glasses of ale and wine. Anne exchanged looks with her sister with some form of surprise but inside she felt there would be regret. "...That means you would both have the opportunity to meet the King of England." Mary laughed in excitement as she looked back waiting to see Anne's reaction to this exciting news. "Mary..." He offers the glass to Mary as she receives it in her hand. Then he kept his stare on Anne as he offers her another drink. With a smile plastered across her face, she slowly accepts the drink from her beloved father. "...And Anne Boleyn. To your futures." She holds the drink near to her chin as she contemplates on what would her future hold after this meeting? Would it force her to leave everything that she had received from her grand education to the love for this place? She stared deeply in the drink that represented her French life and how she assisted the French court. With one sip of it, she knew that her life would never be the same.

Charles sat at the table waiting for one of his maids to serve him his food. It has been almost a day and he had not seen or heard from Henry in so long. His brown eyes shifted from the fireplace to the empty glass, he began to ponder if Henry had forgotten about him. He sighed deeply as he rubbed his hands together. Beginning to get impatient with his maid, he walked briskly to the kitchen with his eyes filled with shock and care as he saw Henry staring over the luscious meal.

"Do you like your meal hot or warm, my love?" Henry asked as he took his finger and dipped in the sauce. He walked towards Charles who was bewildered that the king was here in his kitchen. Charles' mouth was consumed with Henry's finger; he sucked on his finger slowly using his tongue to tickle the tip of Henry's nail. In a split second, Charles was being devoured by Henry's ravenous kisses all over his face and his waist wrapped around with Henry's muscular arms. Henry suddenly let go of Charles as he kept his stare on his prey.

"I thought you have forgotten about me." Charles whispered looking on him with puppy dog eyes. Henry scoffed at him as he caressed his hand against Charles' silky skin.

"I could never forget about you. I would have to surrender my kingdom and my heart." Charles smiled as he rubbed his hands around Henry's unshaven beard looking deeply into his grey eyes. He brought his face closer to him, his lips barely brushing against Henry's. "Kiss me." Henry mumbled. Charles quickly obeyed as he kissed lightly however Henry changed the paced of this timid moment to a kiss of passion. Henry used his tongue as it danced in Charles' mouth. Charles made a soft grunt as he battled with Henry's tongue for dominance. They suddenly stopped as they both stared on each other. There was nothing but the sounds of their deep breathing filling the kitchen until Charles' stomach to growl. 'Why does this have to ruin the moment?' Henry started laughing as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

"It's not that funny." Charles blushed.

"Well I know that you're hungry. Boy! Serve the duke his meal and myself..." The cook rushed from outside to scour the ingredients for the meal. Charles walked along side Henry to the dining table where they awaited their food.

"That was fun, your majesty. I did not expect to you here."

"I have not heard and seen you all day so I thought I would pay a visit." Henry smirked across the table as he lifted his glass.

"So you're going to the summit near Calais?" Charles asked fiddling with his fingers.

"Yes. Wolsey said it would change the world for eternity." Charles did not want to offend the king so he swallowed his pride with a sip of his wine.

"I think that Cardinal is up to something." He said quietly while avoiding Henry's eyes.

"You always think he is up to something. It's better for my country and my people."

"Whatever you say, Henry." Charles sighed deeply as he looked on his delicious meal of swan and bread. Henry observed Charles' behaviour as he held the stainless glass in his hand.

"Say what is on your mind." Henry stated. He instructed all the other servants to leave out of house for awhile. Now they were alone, Charles fumbled over his words as he tried not to look into Henry's eyes.

"I-I-I thought you and I made plans for the week. I don't want you to go to the Summit."

"But you're coming with me." Henry remarked.

"I know. But I was hoping for you and me to spend time. Your schedule is always busy and I know that you have your royal duties as king but I want you to be with me at least sometimes." Charles pouted his lips and widened his chocolate eyes staring at Henry. Henry loved this puppy look of Charles, it made him wanting to give passionate love to Charles.

"All right. We'll spend time together instead of going to the Summit." Charles smiled with happiness. He was dying to be in his majesty's arms and to hear his heartbeat in union with his. Both of them picked up their goblets as they drank to their hearts content. Henry got up from his seat and walked slowly towards Charles. Standing behind him, his finger gently stroked Charles' skin, his lips brushed slightly against his earlobe.

"Do you consent?" Henry whispered. Charles licked his lips then slowly nodded his head. Henry sneered then he wrapped his arms around Charles' neck, sniffing the lovely fragrance of his lover's tresses. He slowly moves his lips from the back of his hairline to his spine of his neck, kissing bit by bit, listening to Charles' deep intense breathing. This made Charles feel very fervent all over his body. Charles' fingers curled as he felt Henry's breathing on every part of his neck. He closed his eyes as he could feel Henry's fingers travelling down from the front of the neck to his chest.

"Weren't you supposed to meet Katherine tonight?" Charles enquired. Henry scoffed at him while continuing pleasing him with his lips.

"Katherine who? You are the only one I want to spend my night with." Henry retorted. Henry suddenly stopped as he reached his hand to Charles. Charles looked up at him with a smile on his face and steadily placed his hand in his. He stared into His Majesty's eyes, his face getting closer to his, their lips intertwined with their tongues battling for authority. Charles wraps his arms around Henry's neck and heavy breathing continued as their lips separated once more.

"Let me enjoy your body." Henry assured. In less than five minutes and Charles found himself on the table undressed revealing his naked body to Henry's demise. Charles looked at Henry's malicious gaze of meaning to drive Charles' body insane. Charles became tensed up as Henry continued to gently stroke his thigh.

"Henry? Could you stop please?" Charles begged. He tried to speak but was quickly silenced with Henry's hand fondling all over his shaft. Henry continued to upkeep the slow pace of caressing as he could hear Charles' light moans. "Please stop, your majesty" Charles begged once more but Henry was persistent to have his way with him.

"I can't. My hand has a mind of its own." Henry responded calmly. His hand suddenly halted as he looked on his beloved best friend. He stripped off all his clothes revealing his muscular body and slowly crawled on top of Charles. Charles felt Henry's luscious lips travelling up from his stomach to his neck, licking him with his tongue made Charles moan softly. Charles could feel Henry's teeth plummeting into his skin, than sucking on his neck once more.

"I beg you, Henry to stop this." Charles pleaded. Henry ceased while staring on his dark brown eyes.

"It is your fault." Charles shivered when he felt Henry's hot breath lightly across his flesh.

"M-My fault? What did I do to displease you, my lord?" Charles asked raising his eyebrows.

"You did nothing to displease me. It's your fault for looking so beautiful…" As Henry told Charles this he dragged Charles' hand to his hardened erection. Charles gasped, when his hand was pressed against his lover's crotch. Henry smirked in delight then slammed their lips together and shoved his tongue down the other's throat. Charles pulled his hand away from Henry's groin, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Then Henry sat down on the edge of the wooden table gesturing him to come forward. Charles quickly obeyed as he was sitting on top of him with his strong muscular legs wrapped around his waist allowing himself to straddle the king. Charles was going to take full advantage of this position as he could feel his lover's member inside of him and started to grind their hips together. They both began to kiss passionately with their tongues exchanging saliva, heavy breathing through their nostrils as their pace quickened. Charles pulled away from the kiss, threw his head back and started to groan distinctly. Henry did not mind for Charles to be on top of him but it was time to switch the dominance around, Henry lifted Charles towards the wall with his legs over Henry's shoulder, without warning Henry slammed into Charles' entrance, pounding his prostate on the first try making Charles see the stars. Their moans were silenced by kissing, Charles could feel his climax coming any minute….clutching his fingers into Henry's skin as he felt his internal desire being fulfilled.

Katherine entered her bed chambers with her ladies-in-waiting following her. She stood there with her hands neatly clasped in front of her while one of the ladies was tying her coif.

"Did the king mention that he would visit me tonight?" Katherine asked.

"No. Your majesty." One of them replied. Her ladies felt sympathetic towards their queen, all their life of serving her, the king only visited her bed chambers three times at the beginning of their marriage. Katherine stared on the rose in the vase and sighed deeply as she felt two withered petals fell into her palms.

"Sometimes I feel like this rose. At first it is beautiful to look upon…so pretty but at the bottom of it has its thorns…these thorns represent the obstacles that I go through at this English court…one by one…" She calmly said staring into the glistening fire.

After re-quenching their bodies with intense love making, Charles wanted to stay like this for eternity, to be his lover's arms and listening to the melody of Henry's heartbeat. Charles brushed his lips slightly against Henry's flawless skin, his pools of chocolate eyes stared into Henry's closed ones.

"I want more Henry." Charles stated.

"I want to say something to you." Henry announced.

"Okay." Charles sat up staring contently on Henry. His eyelids lifted slowly then he noticed that Charles was being serious that he sat up against the bed head.

"I love you." Henry admitted with a hint of blush on his cheeks. Charles was quiet for a moment as he looked on Henry. He did not expect this moment of confession to be so soon. He began to questioned about his feelings for the king. Yes, he loved the king as a best friend but it was going to hard for him admitting his true feelings. His eyes wondered around the room avoiding the topic.

"Charles?" Nothing but eyes exchanged between them. Henry was getting frustrated with this that he suddenly pushed Charles off him and grabbed his clothes.

"Henry! Wait!"

"No. I am not going to wait on you any longer. When you can tell me those three words, I would not want to speak, hear or see your face until the Summit is over."

"But I thought you said that you are not going to attend." Charles said calmly.

"I am the king. Nothing you say or do would make me not want to go." With that final sentence, Henry stormed off with slamming the door behind him. Charles sighed and closed his eyes with his hands stroking back his hair.

"At least I did not receive banishment from court." Charles mumbled under his breath.

A/N: Finally I have updated this chapter! Please bear with me that this is a story in progress so it would take me some time to update the chapters one by one. I also want to thank people who have reviewed my story time and time again. It is my first time writing a lemon scene between two men so it is not perfect. Hope u enjoyed your Easter weekend and please review.

Hot18...I would update as soon as I can.

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