The castle was quiet besides, of course, the sound of the knight's metal armor clanking and echoing off of the stone walls. The knight was on duty patrolling the kings quarters in the large castle.

The paintings of former rulers hang on the wall, their cold faces as still as the air around them. The knight could only look at the paintings over and over as he paced the halls to keep the current king safe. Safe from being one of those paintings on the wall, that is.

The knight was on his second lap around the kings quarters when the heavy wooden door opened and the handsome king poked his head out.

"Nick? In here a second." The door was opened wider and the knight stepped into the room.

He had been in the room several times before. It was a large room with an enormous royal bed in the center, red and burgundy velvet sheets fit it perfectly. The rest of the room was very lived in, nick-nacks and souvenirs from the kings travels scattered around the room in no real order.

"Yes, sire?" Nick bowed, hand on his sword and the other behind his back. The king scoffed.

"I told you to call me Cole, Nick." The king sat at his vanity and checked himself in the mirror. He was confident like that.

"Yes, sire Cole." Nick couldn't help the small smile that crossed his face at Cole's playful groan.

The king and the knight had grown a friendship over the years. Nick was assigned as Cole's royal guard at the young age of ten, so naturally the boys grew up together and acted as best friends.

Nick went through vigorous training at the young age just to be the young princes friend, and Cole loved it. He ate up every detail of Nick's adoration for him.

Yet, he didn't quite know how far it truly went. See, at around 17 the pair had gone on a sort of adventure together. In short, they ran away and lived in the woods for a week.

During that week, Nick couldn't help but notice his feelings for the young prince. How his heart lept from his chest at any slight touch, the way his face would heat like charcoal thrown into a fire when he made the king laugh, and don't get him started on the way his body felt every time the blond would look him over.

And ever since then, the knight had been head over heels for the King. Even after he was forced to marry a woman, and even after he was forced to bare the throne.

"I thought you could use a break from the walking, especially in the heavy suit. I never really think to invite you in but I needed to have a word with you. Take off your suit and sit with me." Cole commanded, sitting against his headboard and patting the spot next to him. Nick rolled his eyes before doing as told.

After his suit was off he was left in a tight black turtleneck and a pair of black shorts. He kept his dagger holster around his thigh, just in case they were to get attacked out of the blue.

He walked over to the large bed and trailed a hand along the wooden frame. Centuries in the royal family after being carved by the first king.

Sitting on the velvet sheets, Nick was immediately overwhelmed with a sence of comfort.

"What was it you wanted to talk about, my liege?" Nick asked as he took the spot directly next to Cole. Maybe he sat a bit too close, he thought after he felt the soft touch of the king's thigh against his. But once the king didn't move, only stared at it, he thought it might have been ok.

"I, uh, actually wanted to talk about.. you. And me, well- us. I guess you could say us." The king's face was red and Nick was confused.

"Sire, is everything alright?" He brought a hand to the Kings forehead and felt. He wasn't feverish, it must be something else.

"Yes, my knight, just forget what I said. My Queen is out on a visit to her family, so I thought I would have the pleasure of enjoying some time with the you, just like old days." He pulled a bottle of alcohol from the his side table and grinned. "Whiskey?"

Nick laughed and nodded, taking the bottle from Cole's hand and taking a swig.

After a half an hour the two were tipsy, to say the least. The king was sprawled over the bed, his large frame taking up most of it, and the knight was curled at his side, head on his chest and heart pounding.

"Can I say something, my knight?" Nick hummed and the king let out a soft laugh. "I used to fantasize, about us. It was stupid teenage hormones, one could say, but I would think about you every waking second I had." The king giggled in spite of himself and Nick sat up, head going dizzy at the sudden movement.

"What?" Soft words from the knight.

"I'm not joking. You plagued my mind.. like a weed out of control in a garden of roses. Not to say it was bad, but it was ruinous." The king had a stupid grin, as if this were somehow funny.

"Your eyes were the thing I thought about the most. The way they change from a brown to a beautiful green, how easily it is to make them angry. God you look so good when you're angry." The knight could only stare in what the King thought was disgust. The kings breathing faltered.

"M-my apologies. Again, forget I said that. I am just drunk I can't think straight." He chuckled dryly and sat up too, hand to his temple as he tried to slow his thoughts. He leaned against his headboard again.

"N-no. I know what you mean, my liege." Cole stared at the knight as if he were alien. He couldn't believe it. "You overtook my senses, too, and all I could think was you. Your presence left me breathless at any moment and I could never think right with you."

The two had gotten closer at some point in the knight's rambling. Cole was hovering slightly over Nick's face and the smell of alcohol was strong in his breath.

"Nick, please, tell me you aren't kidding." The kings breath was shaky as he took a hand to Nick's waist and pulled him closer.

"No. Not since we were 17. Ever since then you've been on my mind nonstop. Even now. Even now I can't stop myself from these fantasies that roam in my head, the fantasies of.." Nick trailed off and could only stare into the wide green eyes of the king.

"Tell me," Nick was pulled into Cole's lap. "Tell me what you fantasize about. Tell me everything, my prince." The king said. And although Nick wasn't a prince the title felt all the more empowering. He felt wanted.

Nick brought his hands to Cole's face and felt every inch of the handsome features. "I fantasize of your eyebrows, the way they crease when I say something stupid. I fantasize about your eyes, the way the green reminds me of the forest I lived in when I was younger. How they shine when you're in the sun and the way they change depending on your mood. The sort of fire they hold when your gaze lands on mine, it's enrapturing.

"I dream about your lips. How soft they would be pressed against mine. The way they'd feel against my skin.. the marks they'd leave if you weren't careful. I fantasize about you not being careful." Nick's words were airy and Cole's heart was racing in his chest as he listened to the words from the younger man's mouth. He brought a hand to the knights hair and pulled him forward. He connected his lips to the underside of his jaw.

Nick stopped talking, breath faltering as Cole carefully caressed his skin in his lips. But Cole pushed on. He told him to continue talking. "Tell me more about these fantasies of not being careful. What do I do, my sweet prince, what do we do."

Maybe it was the alcohol but Cole felt free. Free of the burden of being king and the burden he called his queen. He wanted his Knight. His best friend. His prince.

"You always go slow, too slow. You're always scared of hurting me at first, but as the fantasy goes on you stop caring. You bruise and you bite and you pull and it feels amazing." He dropped his head against Cole's shoulder and shuddered as he sucked a small portion of the skin under his ear. He wasn't being careful.

"Tell me about your favorite one. The one you keep refreshing in your mind every time we talk," The king was already hot and bothered, a lot more than he would've been with his wife. If he was honest, he was guilty of having a fantasy play on loop every time he saw the young knight.

"My favorite?" Nick moaned out and Cole encouraged him with a bite to the shoulder. In all honesty, Nick's brain was fogged over.. but he didn't want to upset his king.

"It starts in the weaponry cabinet. You find me there, playing with my blades, admiring them. You admire them with me, fetching my sharpest, most intricate blade. Pulling me in by the waist, you take the blade. You turn it around in your hands before you take me up to the mirror and you.. you hold it to my throat." Nick didn't care what he said at this point, he was loving the attention the king was giving to his neck. "It makes my stomach flip with excitement every time. You run the blade over my Adam's apple, then my collarbone, sometimes drawing blood, and then you run it over my shirt. The whole time you tell me how I'm yours. No one else can have me but you. No one else wants me but you. You cut off my clothes and leave my bare." Nick was hard now. Admitting the fantasy to Cole was more arousing than he thought it would have been.

"Do I do anything else?" Cole asks, taking the dagger from Nick's thigh holster. Nick nods and brings his head up to watch Cole.

The movements are slow, careful not to hurt Nick as he takes the sheath off of the blade and looks it over in the dim bedroom candle light. Nick shivered and he could see the fire in his King's eyes.

"Do I mark you?" He asks, holding the knife to the knight's throat. Nick nods. He trails the knife down his throat, pressing lightly but not enough to draw blood. Nick squirms under him and he has never felt more satisfied. "I cut you. I leave you with a reminder of what is mine, don't I?"

Nick whimpers and nods his head, watching as Cole moves the blade down his body and to his thighs.

Cole pokes with the knife, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to see how absolutely amazing they are. Soft and round, Nick's thighs are unmarked before him.

"Can I?" Cole asks, taking Nick's face in his free hand. He nods and Cole grins.

The sharp blade of the dagger presses gently on the pale skin. Cole traces a small cut along the skin and Nick winces in pain. He stops but when Nick lets out a soft moan he finishes what he started and adds two more slices to the expanse of skin. Right there, written into the skin, is a K. So anyone who touches him knows he's the King's.

"It's bleeding." Cole realizes. Nick giggles and nods. He takes some blood on his finger and opens Cole's mouth. Cole looks confused until the finger is pressed to his tongue and he tastes the metalic sting of blood.

The two stare at eachother for a moment before the king looks down again and smirks. He puts Nick on the bed, leaning between his legs to lick the drops blood from Nick's thigh. Nick grips Cole's shoulders and throws his head back.

Cole came back up and brought Nick back up to his lap, this time much closer. Their bodies were flush against each other and they could feel each other's cocks.

"You got me hard, prince. You'll have to help me." The king says and pulls Nick closer, if that's even possible. Their dicks rubbed one another as Nick tried to get comfortable and he was overcome with pleasure.

"Jesus, Nick. T-that felt good." Cole managed out as he adjusted himself.

"Gosh, just kiss me already." Nick pushed his lips against Cole's and in a moment their tongues were dancing around each other.

Cole couldn't believe what was happening. Though he wasn't drunk, he didn't expect this to happen. He thought maybe Nick would slap him and go back to patrolling the grounds.. but oh was he wrong.

"N-Nick, take off your shorts." Cole breathed, pushing Nick off so he could also take off his clothing.

After their clothes were thrown clumsily around the room the two were back on eachother in a moment, bare cocks creating friction.

"You're so handsome, prince." Cole kissed Nick and felt the younger male melt into him. Nick's hand roamed his body, down his chiseled torso to the heat that was previously hidden behind his pants.

The knight took the king's cock in his hands and felt the larger man falter under his touch. Cole's breathing became ragged as Nick stroked his cock.

Cole moaned into the knights mouth and gripped his waist. Nick didn't know what exactly he was doing but oh god did he love it.

He pulled away from the kings lips and watched as the king melted in his hands. He couldn't get over the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as if it were his first time ever being pleasured, or the fact that his moans sounded so genuine.

"Nick," the king breathed. Nick stopped and the king continued. "Lay down on the bed."

Nick did as told and watched as the older man positioned himself in between his legs, lining himself up with Nick.

The king thought for a moment before looking up to meet Nick's eyes. "Can I?" Nick nodded and Cole continued.

He brought his finger up to Nick's hole and pushed in, gauging his reaction. When Nick didn't flinch he added in another, this time Nick winced but encouraged Cole to go on.

After Nick was stretched enough, Cole kissed Nick lovingly and aligned himself with Nick's stretched hole. Nick shivered.

"Are you ready?" Cole asked. Nick sighed and nodded, moving his head up for another kiss as he felt Cole pushing inside of him.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, but they would learn together. Cole pushed all the way inside and watched Nick's face for any sort of discomfort. When he was sure Nick was ok, he started thrusting as he would with his wife, hoping it'd make Nick feel good too. He knew he felt good.

When Nick's face turned to ecstasy he knew he'd done the right thing. Nick threw his arms around Cole's torso, digging his nails into his back. He'd never felt this good in his life.

"Nick, you can't leave marks. The queen will find out." Cole moaned absentmindedly as he thrust faster into the knight.

That made Nick dig his nails in harder, feeling possessive over his King. Cole suddenly held the dagger to Nick's throat and grinned as Nick brought his hands back to himself.

Cole didn't bring the dagger away, instead he slid it across his prince's neck, back and forth softly grazing the skin as he fucked into him hard.

Nick was over the moon, all of his senses telling him to run while also telling him that this is exactly where he was supposed to be. He couldn't help himself when he climaxed suddenly, his cum spilling over his stomach and the burgundy bed sheets.

Cole could feel himself getting closer too. He only waited a while longer to fill Nick up and then collapsing next to him.

They stared into each other's eyes and couldn't help the smiles on their faces. Cole pushed a strand of long hair from Nick's face.

"You better not let me catch you in the weaponry, my prince." Cole joked, but he knew he wanted that more than ever. Sex with his knight was the most exhilarating thing to happen to him in years.