See Chapter 1 for info & warnings
As soon as Arthur and his wife-to-be disappeared and he heard the door close firmly behind them, Theoden ducked out from inside the concealing curtains of the bed. He wore his pants once more, shirt loosely hanging from his slender shoulders. "Sire?" The news had been jarring, but Theo couldn't help but wonder if it might not be for the best. Uther worried after his son constantly. Perhaps behind married would allow the prince some stability. Starting a family could be just the thing that he needed to warm to his responsibilities.
Any other time Uther might have wished to be alone. But, now he desired Theoden's company more than ever. He sank down in the overstuffed armchair his young lover had been pleasuring him only moments ago, but now felt like a lifetime. Uther sighed, "I never imagined my son would be so foolish. He has always had a reckless streak." He paused, smiling softly at Theo before continuing, "I suppose it is my fault?"
Theo smiled in return and allowed, "He is strong, confident, wishes to make his own way... surely some of that comes from his father, Sire." It was true that Theoden could see much of Uther's strength in the younger man. He only wished that Arthur could see how his behavior truly affected his father. He seemed utterly oblivious to how deeply the king truly cared. Theoden moved in closer and resisted the urge to curl up on the king's lap until he was invited to do so. Instead he sat at the man's feet, his head resting on Uther's thigh.
"Perhaps she will be good for him?" Morena was one of the few other servants who did not seem to begrudge him his time with Uther. Many viewed him with either jealousy or suspicion given his closeness with the king. If anything, the only thing that was strange in his interactions with Morena was a sort of sympathetic kindness, as though she was sorry for him at times. /Perhaps she just understands how difficult it can be with everyone watching so closely all the time.../
Uther appreciated both Theoden's closeness and his words of comfort. He reached out to stroke the boy's cheek as he nestled at his thigh. "Maybe," he reluctantly agreed, "although I do feel as if I might have pushed Arthur into this... relationship." Again, he pondered on the closeness his son shared with that bumbling servant Merlin. If Merlin had stayed, would Arthur have managed to avoid his current predicament? /No sense thinking on that now,/ the King told himself. His mouth curled into a smile as his touch became more sensuous. "What would I do without you?" he whispered softly to Theo.
"I hope, sire, that you have no need to find out," Theoden answered quietly. In truth he knew that the king's favor might not always be his, that in time Uther might take other lovers or indeed grow tired of him altogether. The thought always brought with it such pain that the young man tried as hard as possible to avoid dwelling on it too often. He wanted only to enjoy the time that they did have and the apparent affection that the king held for him for the time being. "Is there anything that I can do to distract for a time, sire?" the boy asked, tone innocent enough, though his eyes were sparkling with mirth.
"Oh," Uther started, his features warming as he reached out to lightly stroke Theoden's cheek. "You always manage to distract me, and with very little effort on your part." Leaning forward, the King pressed a soft kiss to the boy's tempting mouth. It was enough to inflame Uther and forget his worries over Arthur, at least for the moment. He tugged Theoden forward, a little rougher than he'd intended, but Uther had grown to realize that the younger man enjoyed a little force from time to time. Groaning against his lover's sweet lips, the older man lifted him effortlessly and carried him back across to the bed.
Theoden sighed as he came to rest on the lush sheets once more. His whole body relaxed as he wrapped himself around Uther, drawing the king's body down atop his own. Whatever the stresses of the day, he relished their time together. Sometimes only a few moments could be carved out from the king's schedule, and each of those moments were precious. Theoden understood the danger of his attachment. Though Uther was obviously fond of him, the boy wasn't so naive as to think that the king could offer more than pleasure, elevate him to ever being more than an entertaining pastime. It didn't stop his heart from beating faster each time the man looked at him or from melting at every touch. "Sire..."
"You are so beautiful," Uther breathed out over Theoden's throat. His hands roamed all over the boy as he writhed atop him. The King's desire for the comely servant was so strong that Uther found himself continually amazed over how he simply could not get enough of Theoden. Another scorching kiss, and then the older man drew back far enough to gaze down at his lover. "Having you here has meant more than anything to me in a long time," he confessed with a tenderness that surprised him. "Do you have any idea how much I need you to want me?"
Theoden smiled, the expression bright in the dim room. "I always will," he assured Uther without hesitation. He could imagine no circumstance that would make him do anything but desire the king. The younger man shifted slightly as if to remind Uther of the rather obvious evidence pressing hard against his thigh. "You have me as you need me, Sire." Badly as he longed to share Uther's bed, Theoden would have served the man however he was ordered.
Thrilling at those words, Uther kissed Theoden again. Their mouths curved together as the King tugged at his clothing, needing with a growing desperation to feel his naked body pressed against Theoden's again. Once his swollen length freed itself from its cloth prison, Uther groaned with relief and pleasure as his cock brushed over his lover's. Needing to forget his worries over Arthur, all Uther wanted in that moment was to lose himself in Theoden.
They were both so sensitive from the earlier play that Theoden doubted it would take long to satisfy the king. That normally would have made him feel a bit sad, but as it was, Theo knew that the man would need rest if he was to face the ceremony to come. Arthur had laid a heavy burden on him. The younger man moaned as his hips moved against the older man's. He wondered if Uther would be satisfied with that alone. There were times when the act of simply writhing together excited Theoden as much as anything else.
Uther's mouth hungrily roamed all over the length of Theoden's neck, which was already bruised from the evidence of his passion for the boy. His large hands caressed their way down Theoden's sides, clutching at slender hips. "I must have you again," he breathed across his lover's throat. The need in his voice startled Uther, who was already spreading Theoden's legs wide open.
The boy gladly complied. He laid himself bare before the king without an ounce of shame, the confidence borne of the explicit knowledge that Uther desired him. Why should he be ashamed of anything when the king so obviously relished every bit of his body? "Have me, Sire," Theoden beckoned in a throaty whisper. He thought not once of how wanton the request, only of pleasing the king and of the pleasure he would receive in return.
His mouth covering Theoden's once more, Uther blindly reached for a vial of oil from the bedside table and slicked his fingers thoroughly. Easing first one digit, then two inside Theoden's welcoming passage. He twisted his fingers deep within those tender walls, finding the special place that would make his lover cry out with ease. Uther dropped his head, sealing his lips over one of Theoden's blushing nipples. All the while he worked his digits slowly in and out, in and out.
It was only a few moments before Theoden was clawing at the man's back. "Now... Sire, please, now," he begged without reserve. Thanks to the earlier stimulation, Theo was far too sensitive to hold back properly no matter how he wanted to, and he didn't want to cum before he felt Uther inside of him. Just the idea was very nearly enough to set him off, and the boy gasped as Uther's fingers methodically drove him to the brink of madness.
The highly charged act of preparing Theoden, of watching the beautiful figure beneath him writhe and moan in pleasure, was nearly enough to finish Uther. The boy was impossibly gorgeous, a creature more sensual than the King had ever known. Uther's hunger for him was insatiable. "Yes, now," he agreed, slipping his fingers from Theoden's grasping channel. He wasted no time in replacing his digits with the drooling tip of his royal manhood. Uther groaned as inch after inch eased its way inside, claiming Theoden as his own once more.
The boy fairly screamed his pleasure as Uther finally claimed him once again. Though he didn't recognize it precisely as such, Theoden loved the king in a way. He loved the things that Uther did to him and the way the man took control of every situation. The power and the strength that Uther represented drove Theo crazy. He nipped at the king's throat as soon as it was close enough. His teeth barely closed on the surface of the man's skin, knowing that Uther strictly forbade any hint of their lovemaking to remain once he went back to his duties.
How anyone or anything could be so perfect truly baffled Uther Pendragon. He sighed with pleasure as he sank fully within Theoden's embrace. Shivers of delight course over his skin with a touch of the boy's blunt teeth. His hips began to pump, slowly and sensuously, and the King whispered urgently, "Touch me, touch me all over." One hand disappeared up into Theoden's hair, carding the silky curls while his thick arousal speared that glorious ass apart. His hunger for Theoden was so strong that Uther realized there was simply no way he could last long.
Theoden was gasping almost at once, his body pumping in time with Uther's to take every last inch of the king's length inside of his body. He simply couldn't get enough. "Close... sire, so close," the boy whimpered. He'd been ready to climax before Uther even took him, and now that he felt the man's body against his own and the king's cock spreading him wide, Theo lost the last of his control. The tremors of release were upon him almost before he finished giving the older man a warning.
The hot jets of salty release spraying from Theoden's flexing cock, coupled with the incredible shudders of pleasure quaking through that beautiful young body, pushed Uther right over the edge. His seed was fairly wrenched from his cock by the violent squeezing of those tender walls. He cried out in ecstasy, pumping deep and hard into Theoden until he was completely and blissfully spent. Uther continued to mindlessly thrust, planting even more hot kisses to Theoden's throat and mouth as he slowly came down off the high of completion.
Theoden murmured his pleasure at the stimulation. "I wish that you could stay here with me all day, Sire," the boy confessed. He knew that soon Uther would leave to see to his obligations, and Theo understood. Though it saddened him to be so often parted from his lover, the king had larger things to worry about than their pleasure. That he took his responsibilities so seriously was one of the things that Theoden loved about him.
"You have no idea how I would like to fulfill that wish," Uther told him with great sincerity. Again, it surprised the King to find himself more attached to Theoden than any servant that had come before. There was something about the boy, something that went simply beyond his sensual beauty. Easing from Theoden's warm grasp, Uther began to slowly kiss his way down the length of his lover's flushed body. His tongue swept into the glistening evidence of Theoden's release, which Uther savored more than even the finest of wines.
Theoden bit his lip and sighed as Uther's tongue slid against his sweaty skin. It was absolute bliss. He was just opening his mouth to speak again when there was a firm knock at the door. It was the knock of a guard seeking his master's attention. Theo knew the sound well enough having heard it again and again since he became the king's personal servant. The boy sighed again, this time at the idea of Uther leaving once more.
Uther very nearly barked out an order that he wished to be left undisturbed. His time with Theoden was precious, and he took advantage of it whenever his royal duties allowed. He especially needed the boy after the stress of Arthur's announcement. Although he was momentarily sated, Uther could have easily lost himself in Theoden all over again. "Please wait up for me?" he requested, nuzzling his lover's warm, damp hair. "You will have to forgive me, but I had completely forgotten about the arrival of an old friend."
"There's nothing to forgive," Theoden answered with a sigh. He turned his head to kiss the man's lips fleetingly. "Of course your duties come first, Sire," he agreed at once. The boy drew back and stretched out on the sheets to give Uther a view of precisely what he was leaving. The gesture, despite its seductive nature, was entirely unconscious, and Theoden smiled innocently up at the man. "I will be here the moment that you have need of me."
Uther prided himself on having very few weaknesses. However, the sight of Theoden stretched out before him weakened the Sovereign's resolve and he nearly gave into temptation again. "I promise not to be away for long," he murmured, forcing himself away once he was properly attired. It was a strange feeling wanting someone so fiercely again. Uther honestly had no intention of things becoming so intense between himself and a servant. This was something that had completely taken him by surprise, and he could not have been happier. If only there wasn't Arthur's current situation...