"They're letting you have Bill for the night," Ryan says, not a question because it's quite apparently fact.
Mike is sitting on the edge of Ryan's bed with Bill's long, familiar form kneeling at his feet.
"Never let it be said that His and Her Majesty are not generous rulers," his brother says dismissively.
He has one hand tangled possessively in Bill's hair, the other resting atop Ryan's sheets, and he looks more at ease than Ryan has seen him look in months. The effect that Bill has on Mike is disgustingly obvious. At least Ryan and Spencer managed to hide their affection away until the end. Even now, Ryan is struggling to prove that he doesn't need Spencer. He's living a lie, but it's much safer than what Mike is doing. He's in love with a sex slave and if he doesn't try to harden himself to it, or at least act like he isn't so damnably stupid as to have made such a mistake, the King and Queen will do more than take Bill away from him again.
"Where's your slave?" Mike asks after a moment.
Ryan lifts his shoulder in an apathetic shrug. "Probably getting painted up like all the others," he says, looking pointedly at Bill who is mostly naked save something around his hips and miles and miles of green ink marking patterns all over his sinuous body.
"You know," Mike says casually, "you're not as cold as you would like us to think you are. You burned hot for your old slave. If this new one isn't doing his job, he can be replaced."
As if the practice of sex-slavery isn't distasteful enough, the rest of the kingdom's calm acceptance of it is beginning to turn Ryan's stomach. He never cared before, but he had a best friend and a lover and a constant companion. Spencer was never a slave. Ryan sighs and turns away from his brother. It's possible he shouldn't judge. He's just as soft-headed as Mike is, just as much of an abomination to the family legacy.
"He's doing his job," Ryan says. "I'm just nervous about tonight."
It's as good an excuse as any. The princess he's betrothed to will be in attendance tonight and all eyes will be on the both of them. It's going to be their match that will ensure peace between their kingdoms. In addition to that, Ryan is sure the King and Queen will be watching him carefully, waiting for him to make a mistake or slip up in some way.
He's not truly nervous, but he has every reason to be.
"You? Will be fine," Mike says, just as the door to the room opens and Brendon enters, head bowed low, shoulder's hunched.
Ryan has always admired Brendon for his beauty, for the angles and curves of his body, the darkness of his eyes and the plumpness of his lips. He is not and has never been interested in replacing Spencer in any way, but he isn't blind, either. His slave is one of the most beautiful in the harem and he is well aware.
Painted up, with black lines cutting across his body in patterns that draw attention to the bruises across his hips, to the enticing swell beneath the delicious dip at the small of his back, Brendon is more than beautiful. He's exquisite. Ryan's breath catches as Brendon moves forward, quick and unobtrusive, to kneel at his feet.
Slave!AU - Part Two
"They're letting you have Bill for the night," Ryan says, not a question because it's quite apparently fact.
Mike is sitting on the edge of Ryan's bed with Bill's long, familiar form kneeling at his feet.
"Never let it be said that His and Her Majesty are not generous rulers," his brother says dismissively.
He has one hand tangled possessively in Bill's hair, the other resting atop Ryan's sheets, and he looks more at ease than Ryan has seen him look in months. The effect that Bill has on Mike is disgustingly obvious. At least Ryan and Spencer managed to hide their affection away until the end. Even now, Ryan is struggling to prove that he doesn't need Spencer. He's living a lie, but it's much safer than what Mike is doing. He's in love with a sex slave and if he doesn't try to harden himself to it, or at least act like he isn't so damnably stupid as to have made such a mistake, the King and Queen will do more than take Bill away from him again.
"Where's your slave?" Mike asks after a moment.
Ryan lifts his shoulder in an apathetic shrug. "Probably getting painted up like all the others," he says, looking pointedly at Bill who is mostly naked save something around his hips and miles and miles of green ink marking patterns all over his sinuous body.
"You know," Mike says casually, "you're not as cold as you would like us to think you are. You burned hot for your old slave. If this new one isn't doing his job, he can be replaced."
As if the practice of sex-slavery isn't distasteful enough, the rest of the kingdom's calm acceptance of it is beginning to turn Ryan's stomach. He never cared before, but he had a best friend and a lover and a constant companion. Spencer was never a slave. Ryan sighs and turns away from his brother. It's possible he shouldn't judge. He's just as soft-headed as Mike is, just as much of an abomination to the family legacy.
"He's doing his job," Ryan says. "I'm just nervous about tonight."
It's as good an excuse as any. The princess he's betrothed to will be in attendance tonight and all eyes will be on the both of them. It's going to be their match that will ensure peace between their kingdoms. In addition to that, Ryan is sure the King and Queen will be watching him carefully, waiting for him to make a mistake or slip up in some way.
He's not truly nervous, but he has every reason to be.
"You? Will be fine," Mike says, just as the door to the room opens and Brendon enters, head bowed low, shoulder's hunched.
Ryan has always admired Brendon for his beauty, for the angles and curves of his body, the darkness of his eyes and the plumpness of his lips. He is not and has never been interested in replacing Spencer in any way, but he isn't blind, either. His slave is one of the most beautiful in the harem and he is well aware.
Painted up, with black lines cutting across his body in patterns that draw attention to the bruises across his hips, to the enticing swell beneath the delicious dip at the small of his back, Brendon is more than beautiful. He's exquisite. Ryan's breath catches as Brendon moves forward, quick and unobtrusive, to kneel at his feet.