Nnnnnnnnnn, god, it's so much fun to write this pairing. For a long time, it's the first pairing where I like an onesided approach. I like harmony too much right now :P

This is a chapter that dances on the border between T and M, in my opinion. The prompt was "Lust". I think that should give you some kind of hint what this chapter is about.

Entering King Fado´s private rooms was always a challenge for Seth. He never knew what he would see. Often enough it was perfectly harmless and the king wouldn't look much different than he did in the public. But sometimes, when a report or news came late, Seth had to seek him out after he had turned from "king" into a "normal man".

At those times, it was almost unbearable for Seth to see him. King Fado´s normal appearance already made his heart go haywire, but the easiness and warmth the king radiated when he acted casually caused so many unwanted (and unclean) thoughts in Seth that it was pure torture. He must be a masochist, Seth reasoned as he knocked on the king´s bedroom, for he still came back and was excited despite this knowledge.

"Who is it?" he heard the king call behind the door.

"Lieutenant Seth, Your Majesty!"

"Oh, come in." Seth licked his lips once and blanked his expression before entering. King Fado looked up at him, smiling friendly; he was sitting on his bed with his bare left foot on his lap. It seemed that Seth had disturbed him during a foot massage. Before Seth could apologize, Fado stood up and walked over. "Who's it this time?"

"Lord Desilver," Seth answered curtly. He offered King Fado the letter; he took it and went over to throw the letter carelessly on his desk.

"What does he want?" he asked as he walked back to his bed and picked up his sleeping attire. Seth swallowed heavily after eyeing the white shirt and shortish pants.

"I do not know the details, but it seems to be about the problems he has with some of the border villages."

"Still?" Fado asked over his shoulder; he stared at the light pants and after a second he threw them on a chair by the window. Seth swallowed again. The shirt is too short to cover much. Seth bit hard on his lower lip and shooed the mental image away. "I thought I told him to contact the mayors or Queen Ismaire. I don't want to intervene if he doesn't even try to resolve this peacefully." King Fado shook his head and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Seth dropped his eyes to the ground as King Fado made to pull it off. He focused his gaze on the edge of the intricate carpet.

"He claims to have talked with them. With no solution."

"'He claims'..." King Fado repeated thoughtfully. "Seth, has General Karl sent someone to investigate?"

"I don't know." There was a short silence.

"Seth, are you lying to me?" Seth flinched visibly and yanked his head up. For a moment, the shock even kept him from noticing King Fado´s bare upper body.

"S-sire?"

"Or is there another reason why you're staring at the ground?" The king didn't look angry, for which Seth was grateful. The look of being offended was only marginally better, though.

"I'm sorry, sire. I just didn't want to-" he swallowed hard again, "stare at you." King Fado raised his eyebrows high.

"I didn't believe you would be uncomfortable if I change." Seth quickly shook his head, his heart slamming against his throat for a variety of reasons.

"I'm not, sire. I just found it improper to watch." He bowed his head. Suddenly King Fado laughed loudly.

"Don't be silly, Seth." When Seth peeked through his bangs, he saw the king waving his concerns off and turning around. "Well, then. Has Karl told you anything else?" Seth straightened, forced his heart to stop from jumping all around his chest and turned his gaze on the king. The sight of the king´s broad and muscular back was no help, though. Feeling ashamed off himself, Seth let his gaze quickly roam over his liege. King Fado didn't look his age, Seth observed once again.

"Not much, sire," he said, almost in a trance. Seth watched the muscles move under his skin every time the king shifted; it was too fascinating.

"Anything about his behaviour towards Jehanna?" Seth´s gaze wandered up to King Fado´s strong neck; his hair stroked his skin whenever he moved and the sudden wish to kiss his neck overcame Seth for a second. His eyes lingered there for a long time. Seth´s mouth became dry.

"No, sire. We have no reports of any complaints."

"At least something." Suddenly Seth´s gaze was magically yanked downwards. He had already registered the certain movement of King Fado´s arms before, but only now as the trouser was falling, he was able to stop his goggling of the king´s upper body. Seth was still every time aroused by the king´s relatively small hips and tight behind. A big lump was stuck in Seth´s throat. "Very well, I hope there's a bit more information in the letter."

Seth balled his fist and ordered his blood to stay in the upper part of his body – it didn't help much. His gaze flickered up and down – the king´s strong arms, to his ass again, then down to the lean legs, up to his ass again, then to his shoulders, down to his ass again – and his breathing grew short and laboured. Suddenly King Fado twisted his body to the side and a gasp got caught in Seth´s throat. Almost, almost he had seen the front. Seth bit down hard, very hard, on his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. His groin was throbbing with yearning.

"Yes, sire. May I return to my duties now?" Seth asked, trying to make his voice sound normal, and opened his eyes. The king had pulled his sleeping shirt over by now and only his hairy legs were still visible.

"Of course," Fado said, smiling at him. "Sleep well." Seth bowed hastily.

"Thank you, sire, good night." He turned on his heels and almost stormed out of the room.

Seth walked directly back to his room, avoiding to talk or even look at anyone. When he was finally in the safety of his room, he drew deep breaths. Since after a few minutes of silence the throbbing in his groin still hadn't disappeared, he groaned in defeat and dropped his pants.

Strangely enough, afterwards he no longer felt pained. Quite the opposite, he couldn't wait for the next time he had to visit the king´s room late in the evening and could feel the forbidden excitement.