Chapter Four: Bitter

Michael was asleep on his bed in his bedroom when he heard the door open. Him being a light sleeper opened his eyes ready to draw out his sword if this was a danger. But he was put to an ease when he came eye to eye with Arthur.

He sat up from bed. His hands rubbing at his eyes. He pulled out his sword from the other side of his bed. Placing it on the little table close to his bed.

"My king. What brings you here?"

Arthur had no answer for him. He should have been with his wife. It was nightfall but he couldn't seem to be able to force himself to go sleep in his bedroom . The bedroom that had his wife in. It had only been a few hours since they had gotten married. The queen was still not seen by anyone because she stayed where her husband left her. She still waited for his return but the king didn't return. Even now instead of being with her he was in his knight's bedroom .

He stalked the bed. Michael didn't quite know how to react to him. This was not the king's first time in this room. Sometimes he had slept here. "My king your wife is waiting" he reminded the king what he must have forgotten.

The king didn't seem to care as he unbuttoned his three buttoned jacket. Michael saw that Arthur was here to stay so he got up from the bed. Went to help the king with his shoes.

He was done removing all the unnecessary clothing from himself Arthur now only had his trousers on. His chest was bare. His chiseled features not hidden anymore. Which made the one who he had come to swallow a lump up his throat.

Michael went back to bed. Arthur blew on the lone candle that was still lit on the table close to Michael's bed. Making it dark in the room. His reason for doing this was impure. He knew Michael's only fear was darkness. The minute he got into the covers he felt Michael's hands taking a cling on his. "Why did you blow on the candle? "

Arthur held him to his chest. "Because I wanted you like this"

Michael narrowed his eyes. "You wanted me scared?"

Arthur shamelessly nodded. "It's the best way I could think of to get you like this. You're always so strong. So overprotective. I also should do something. I also should feel like I'm protecting you from something. And that's how I feel when you cuddle up like this to me. When I feel your heart beating faster and when you grab at my arms making sure I am holding you. It makes me feel so very wonderful. That at least I'm not so useless. Even the greatest knight in the kingdom sees a use for me."

This made Michael to hold onto Arthur even tighter. "When have I said you are useless? When has anyone told you that? And if you wanted me to cuddle up to you. To hold onto your arms you should have asked me to. I would have done it without even being scared of the darkness."

The king of Emerald softly chuckled. "Hmm. Really?"

Michael nodded into Arthur's chest. " I can do anything for you "

The king's hand went lower than it has ever traveled on Michael's back. His hand landed on Michael's ass cheeks. Rubbing at them with his large hand. "Anything?"

Michael gasped when he felt Arthur's hand there. But he didn't panic. Even when the hand got inside of his sleep trousers. Sliding down to his ass hole. As if waiting for his answer the hand stayed there unmoving. Michael looked up to Arthur's eyes. Even if it was dark Arthur's emerald green eyes always shined brightening up Michael's heart. "I can do anything. Even this"

That was all it took for one finger to be inserted into the tight virgin hole. In and out it went. All in preparing Michael for what was to come next. Michael winced when the third finger got in. Arthur was too consumed by desire to even hear the wince. And Michael was thankful. He knew if Arthur had heard it he would have probably stopped. And that would be very painful and unsatisfying for the both of them.

When the fingers were pulled out Michael whined his ass hole feeling like something had been taken away from it.

"Turn around" the king ordered and like a good and obedient subject Michael turned immediately. He heard the king spitting into his hand. Michael knew this would so hurt. But he was ready for it . Ready for the pain. In fact he wanted the pain. He craved it. He needed it.

"Are you sure you want me inside you?" This was a question asked by a man who was restraining his instinct of just pouncing into the man his body craved for.

"I am sure" Michael's breath was gaspy and it showed his desperation for this. He felt his trousers being pulled down. Not way down just down enough for the king to insert his manhood in the tight hole that seemed to want to swallow him whole just at the first thrust. He held Michael's hips in place. As he slowly made love to him. Not what he had done to his wife. His wife was just a reason to a means. Michael. Michael was so much more.

He has loved this man since the first time he met him. He never loved anyone but him. " mhm" those were Michael's soft moans to every thrust he was given by the king.

Their love making was silent but it could not go unnoticed by the red moonlight. This was a night of great joy to married couples. Because everyone who became intimate with each other right at this moment would be blessed by this night. Blessed with a child.

The king did not know this. He was supposed to. His teachers had taught him this in his schooling years. His royal mother (stepmother ) had taught him this. He never listened because he was too busy chasing after Michael in everything. Michael had been cautious about him then. He had not wanted to associate himself with royalty. He didn't want to be treated like a servant. Michael was of course drawn to Arthur like everyone else. He was the prince then.

One day at school Arthur had had enough of Michael's constant running from him. He had followed him to the school's playground now. "I am not going to chase after you again!" He shouted knowing that Michael could hear him.

The others in the playground were afraid to stay there because they knew of the king's bipolar behavior. Right now he was mean the next day he would be kind. He was really a strange prince. He wanted no guards. No one following him around like he should be.

Michael stood in front of Arthur. "I don't care. I will be happy if you'd stop"

"Finally. I get to see you up close" he has always seen Michael from far away. Every time he wanted a closer look Michael would run away. He smiled getting even closer to Michael. Touching his face. "You're really beautiful"

Michael shivered at Arthur's touch. "You shouldn't touch people you do not know" he warned removing Arthur's hand from his face.

Arthur's smile widened. " feisty too."

"You said you'd stop chasing after me."

"I did. And I'm not chasing after you anymore. I am going to follow you around now. Like this" he placed his arm on his shoulder. " Now I'll always be with you. Forever. "

Those memories were a bitter taste in Michael's mouth. Then Arthur had promised him forever. Now. He was going to be gone in two years. That wasn't forever. If it was then forever was very short.

Arthur kissed his lips as he let his seed to spill inside of Michael. Michael knew it wouldn't drip out. Not tonight. Tonight his body would accept the seed. And if the red moonlight was really as the legends said it was it would give him Arthur's child. An heir for the kingdom...another one.