My King

Roy woke up to the sound of steady breathing. He smiled, wrapping his arms around Kaldur as he slept peacefully beside him. Roy kissed his neck affectionately, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

He checked his phone and found that he had at least twenty missed calls, but didn't check to see who they were from. He sat up and walked to the kitchen, careful not to wake the sleeping Atlantean.

Kaldur woke up the scent of eggs and bacon. His thighs felt sore, as if someone had pounded against them with something blunt. He looked around to find that the room did not belong to him. Then it all started flooding back in: he was still at Roy's apartment. He'd stayed longer then he had expected; longer than he should have. He was supposed to meet king Orin an hour from now. There was no way he'd make the trip back to Atlantis in time.

He dressed himself and made his way to the door when a hand stopped him.

"Leaving so soon?"

"My apologies, Roy, but I must be on my way now."

"Man, bang and leave, just like that huh? And I thought I was bad."

He kissed him passionately, running his tongue along Kal's teeth. "I don't want you to go," Roy whispered.

Kaldur wrapped his arms around him and sighed. "Neither do I. Maybe I could...stay...just for a while."

"Spending time with your Atlantean boyfriend over breakfast," Roy said aloud to himself. "I like the sound of that."

The two shared breakfast together before Kaldur had to leave. They talked about past missions and places they wanted to go around the world. Roy mentioned that he would have loved to see what Atlantis really looked like; Kaldur promised to bring him a painting when he returned to the surface world.

They kissed goodbye, clinging to each other for about a minute before Kaldur finally left the apartment to find the nearest Zeta Tube to Poseidonis.

Orin was not pleased. Not at all. He'd called for Kaldur'ahm several times last night. The things he heard from the teen's end of the communicator were...disturbing. He couldn't bring the thought out of his mind.

Oh, god! Kal!

Harder, Roy. Please!

Fuck! So...hot...

Ah! Right there! Right-aaaah!

Orin grit his teeth, trying to think of anything that would bring the thought from his mind. He couldn't risk having Roy Harper take his only protégé from him. And even if Orin found their relationship 'appropriate', the risks were still too high.

"Orin, please, he's just growing up," Mera sighed, trying to calm her husband down. "Give this some time. If you're truly worried, it might not last longer that you fear."

"It's too risky, Mera," Orin argued. "What if Kaldur..."

"He'll be fine." Mera assured him. "And even if Kaldur becomes-"

"My king."

Orin spun around, shooting daggers at the young boy bowing before him.

"My apologies. I was...sidetracked...on my way here."

Orin nodded. "Mera, please leave us."

When Mera was gone, Orin made sure the all doors were locked to keep everyone else out and (in his case) Kaldur in.

"Where were you Kaldur?" He asked, trying to keep a level head as he stepped closer to the bowing sidekick.

"I was with a friend."

"A friend?" Orin said. "Really now."

Kaldur stood up slowly, wondering what this was about. "I am sorry your majesty. I arrived later that instructed. I should have-"

"You should have stayed away from him!" growled Orin, pulling the teen by the front tunic.

"King Orin!" Kaldur tried to say but received a sharp slap across the face.

"You disobeyed me Kaldur'ahm. Would you truly do such a thing to your monarchs?"

Kaldur swallowed hard, eyes wide with disbelief. "No, your majesty. I am sorry."

"No Kaldur," Orin whispered. "I am sorry. I should have taught you better than this. Last night was your first mistake. I expect you to tread more carefully next time."

He released his grip from the teen and sighedand left the confused teen alone. Kaldur did not understand. Unfortunately for him, it would only lead to more heartache. He felt tears come to his eyes but shook his head, trying to push the thought away.

His only worry was how to explain this to Roy, or if he would be able to tell him what had occured.

King Orin did not approve. Not by a long shot. There were so many things that Kaldur needed to know; there were so many things that he didn't know. Soon, the king feared, he wouldn't be able to hold back. He truly cared about Kaldur, sometimes more than he needed to. Kaldur wasn't a little boy anymore, but he sure as hell wasn't old enough to live the life that he was on the path of living as of now.

Orin wanted better for Kaldur; he wanted him to have better than Roy, especially. He was more than a sidekick to him. He was almost his son. But Orin would do what he needed to keep Kaldur and the rest of Atlantis safe, even if that meant hurting a couple of lovers in the process.

The king sighed as he made his way to find his wife.

There was so much that Kaldur didn't know...Especially about himself...

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