Shawn knocked on the door to Bret's private room three times. His hands were shaking and he was very nervous. He didn't know what this was about. Why did he want to meet with him in private? Could he have the mask?

"Come in." Shawn took a deep breath before opening the door and walked in. Shawn closed the door behind him and turned around. He watched as Bret rose from his chair and walked over to him.

"Hey." Bret said and approached Shawn.

"Hello, sir."

"I just wanted to know how your head was going." Bret said. "I tried to find out from the doctor but Orton wouldn't tell me anything."

"Oh, I'm fine." Shawn started. "There might be a little bump there tomorrow but I'm fine and I have ibuprofen just in case I have some pain but thanks for your concern." Shawn said and mentally sighed in relief. Bret didn't ask about the mask so maybe he did just misplace them.

"That's good." Bret said. "I was worried you might have a slight concussion. That box looked quite heavy."

"It was but I'm fine. I'm pretty tough." Shawn answers and Bret smiled.

"Come here." Bret grabs Shawn's hand and leads him to the table. "Sit down, I want to show you something." Bret pulls out a chair and Shawn sits at the table. "I'll be right back." Bret says and walks out of the living room.

Shawn looks down at the table and sees maps and plans. They are the same plans that he was working on when Shawn had visited Bret the last time. Shawn moved the maps around and his earring fell out of one. Shawn picked it and looked at it. Bret still had his earring. Shawn smiled and placed the earring back under the map.

Shawn looked up when he heard the door open. He watched as Bret walked over to him holding a black briefcase. Bret put it on the table in front of him and then stood behind Shawn. Shawn felt like he was in one of those cop shows and he was about to be interrogated.

Bret put his hands on Shawn's shoulders. "Open it."

Shawn unlocked the briefcase and opened it. His jaw set but he kept his breathing normal and his shoulders relaxed. He knew what Bret was trying to do. It was an old military tactic to get people to relieve things. If the shoulders tensed up or your breathing changed, it meant you were hiding something.

Bret felt on Shawn's shoulders and nothing about his demeanor had changed. Damn, he was good.

"They're very beautiful." Shawn said. "Must have cost you a fortune. Did you wear these at the parties?"

Bret chuckled. "Yes, they are beautiful and they are actually home made and." Bret leaned down so his lips were right over Shawn's left ear. "I think we both know who wore these to the parties."

Shawn didn't say anything. He just shook his head no. Bret took his hands off of Shawn's shoulder's and stood on his sides. Bret knelled down and put his hand under Shawn's chin and turned his face so he would look at him.

"Lets not play anymore of these cat and mouse games angel." Bret said.

Shawn turned away from Bret and stood up. He was about to sprint out of the door but Bret was prepared for that. Bret stood up and grabbed Shawn and pulled his close to him so that Shawn's back was against his chest.

"Stop it Bret. I can't, we can't." Shawn sobbed.

"Angel, it doesn't matter that you're of a lower class." Bret tried to explain but Shawn stopped him.

"It's not that…if we get together, people are going to start digging in my past. They're going to want to know about my family. I don't want any of that reflected back on you." Shawn said and slummed over in defeat.

Bret turned him around and made Shawn look at him. "Tell me." Shawn didn't say anything. "Tell me about your family."

"My grandpa is Richard Flair." Shawn said and Bret's eyes widen.

"The man that killed General Nash." Bret had heard how the old man was crazy and killed the general in one of his crazy fits of rage. He was taken into custody and later executed for his crime under the old king.

"Yeah, everyone remembers him as a crazy old man that killed out of cold blood but that's not the case." Shawn looked up at Bret. "General Nash raped my mother."

"What?"

"Before my grandmother died, she told me everything." Shawn starts. "My mom was coming home from work and Nash and his boys were out drinking, having a good time, and they saw my mom and he had his way with her. She told my grandpa who told the police but they didn't believe him because Nash was a general. He couldn't possible do something like that. Well, my granddad decided to get his own revenge and you know how the rest of the story goes." Shawn looked down. "No one knows who I really am expect Brian. I changed my last name to Michaels after my grandma died and came here for work."

"Your mother?"

"Left after I was born." Shawn stated. "I reminded her too much of him." Shawn let out a shaky breath and let some tears fall. "You're a damn good general Bret and I don't want to ruin you."

"Hey, look at me." Shawn raised his head. "If they fine out anything, you tell them what you told me and if they don't believe you, then they can go to hell. I want to be happy and you make me happy and if I have to give my position, I will because I just want to be happy and I want you to be happy. What makes you happy?"

"You do Bret." Shawn answered.

"The don't worry about anything else." Bret put his hand on the back of Shawn's head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Shawn opened his mouth and let Bret deepen the kiss. Shawn sighed. He could really get used to this.

"Your majesty." Brian said and Hunter looked up.

"Come over here and sit by me." Hunter requested and Brian walked over to the couch and sat down where Hunter had patted the couch, which was awfully close to him.

"How are you?" Hunter asks and places his hand on Brian's shoulders. "Doctor wouldn't tell me anything about your condition after the fall."

"Oh, there's no need to worry, I'm fine." Brian started. "You caught me so everything is fine and in its correct place." Brian said and Hunter nodded.

"Who knew playing catch with my dad would help me one day." Hunter said and Brian chuckled.

"Yeah, who knew?" Brian repeated and looked down at his hands in his lap. He was starting to feel a bit strange.

"Hey." Hunter said and Brian looked up. "You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Brian repeated.

"Good because I want to show you these." Hunter leaned forward and took off the black cloth that covered the coffee table.

Brian looked at the table and his eyes almost popped out of his head but he managed to keep his composure. "Those are very nice." Brian said as he looked at his masks that were perfectly laid out on the beautiful coffee table. "Are they yours?"

So, he wants to play that game, huh? Hunter thought. "No, they belong to someone I really love but…I don't think he loves me back."

"Why do you think that, your majesty."

"Please, there's no need to be formal." Hunter started. "But I think it's because every time I confess my feeling for him, he runs away like he can't stand to be near me."

"Maybe he does love you too." Brian said. He couldn't believe Hunter was questioning his feelings. Of course, he loved him. Why else would he let him kiss him. "Maybe he's just worried?"

"What could he possible be worried about?" Hunter asked. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Brian shrugged. "Maybe…maybe he's worried about what others may think. Maybe he's worried about hurting you."

"Hurting me?" Hunter questioned. "Why would I get hurt?"

Brian shrugged again. "Maybe he's of a lower class and is worried that his status will hurt you politically."

Hunter sighed. "The young people in my cabinet don't care and the old people only care as long as he can give me an heir." Hunter started. "As long as he can give me at least one child then everyone will be happy."

Brian let himself smile but only a small smile. He was a carrier. He could give the king a child. He could be happy.

"Brian, do you want to be happy?" Hunter asked.

"Of course, everyone wants to be happy." Brian answered.

"Then Brian." Hunter pushed Brian down on the couch and Hunter crawled on top of him and pinned him down. Brian gasped. "Don't ever run away from me again."

Brian smiled up at Hunter. "I won't. I promise." Hunter smiled and leaned down and kissed Brian on the lips. Brian wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck, pulling him closer, and Hunter placed his hands on Brian's slender hips.

"I hope we're not interrupting."

Hunter broke the kiss when he heard Bret's voice rumble through the air. Hunter and Brian turned their head's and looked towards the door. Bret and Shawn were standing the door frame. Bret had his arms wrapped securely around Shawn's waist, as if he was scared that Shawn might run off again.

Hunter got off of Brian and helped him up. "What do you want?" He asked Bret, he was a little pissed that he just interrupted his make out session.

"It's time to eat. You know how chef gets when we're late. Come on." Bret said and laughed when Hunter gave him a mean look. "There will be plenty of time for that later." Bret said and left the room with Shawn still plastered to his side.

Hunter grabbed Brian and pulled him tight to his side and they left his office as well, following in behind a giggling Shawn and Bret.

"Why are you holding me so tight?" Brian asked.

"The way you run, I'm not taking any chances." Hunter said and Brian laughed.

"I told you. I'm not running anymore."

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