Courtesan 6, Supernatural RPS AU, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Courtesan 6 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/OMC, Jensen/JDM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3756
Summary: Total AU. Jensen entertains Prince Fallon, and discovers that a gladiator from his former house is coming to court. How much will he risk to find out more? And when the King overrides his son's desires, will it come back to haunt Jensen in the end?
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. Here there is sex. I'm just saying.
Art, from apieceofcake...
"I saw your former Lord while I was gone."
Jensen's hands faltered only slightly in the act of removing Prince Fallon's robes. "Indeed, Highness?"
Fallon's hands fluttered up Jensen's sides, his smile sly. "Indeed. He misses you, I think."
Jensen knew better than to say anything to that. He ducked his head and guided his hands softly down to Fallon's waist. "Would your Highness like a bath?"
"No, I'm not interested in the long seduction today. I have business to deal with."
"As you wish, Highness."
"He will be coming here soon, your Lord Jeffrey."
Jensen licked his lips and pressed down the flair of hope at the thought. "You are my Lord, Highness."
Fallon smiled, his hand sliding up over Jensen's face and into his hair. "Yes. I am. I was just making sure that you understood."
Jensen went slowly to his knees, pressed down by Fallon's hand. His cock was not yet hard, he liked it when Jensen licked him to make him ready. "May I, Highness?"
Fallon nodded and Jensen opened his mouth, taking the whole cock inside him to wet it. It was beginning to respond even as he slid his mouth off and began a slow circle of small licks, tiny flicks of tongue along the head and under.
"He is bringing a gladiator with him. Damn fool thinks his scrappy warrior is a match for a trained swordsman."
Jensen kept his eyes and mouth on the task. Fallon was a talker. He would ramble on about matters of various importance the whole time he was there. Jensen mostly didn't listen. He'd hear enough that if a response was required he could make the appropriate sound. But, as his mouth moved over Fallon, preparing him for what Jensen could guess would be a long night, that hope he'd tamped down suddenly flared within him.
A gladiator.
He could only mean Jared. Jensen's warrior. Not a day had passed that Jensen didn't touch his rose on his vanity and think of him…of the last day they saw one another. The hurt in his face, the anger in his voice. The passion in his kiss.
Fallon pulled his head back. "Enough. I wish to take your ass today."
Jensen smiled softly and eased himself to his feet. "Come then, Highness. The bed is made ready." Jensen walked ahead of Fallon, crossing into the bedroom and laying across the bed on his stomach. He spread his legs easily, making room for Fallon to come between them.
He had already prepped himself with oil, having heard from the kitchen boy that morning that Prince Fallon had returned. Jensen had known Fallon would be visiting. He always did when he'd been away. He was a demanding lord, sometimes visiting Jensen's suite three times in a day.
It had been difficult at first. Fallon would come to him at all hours and he demanded perfection, regardless of whether Jensen had been asleep or entertaining another family member. He demanded Jensen's make up and hair be perfect, that his body be clean.
There was punishment when he wasn't ready, even when Fallon walked in as his brothers finished with Jensen. The princes exchanged greetings and jokes, and when the two younger men had left, Fallon had examined Jensen and found him wanting. He called in Master Melicus to show him that Jensen's make up was melted and flaking, that his body was slicked with sweat and come.
Jensen had been paddled with a flat wooden paddle covered in leather, leaving his ass bruised and tender. When the paddling was done, Fallon had used him anyway, and when he left, Jensen had been unable to move for nearly an hour. The next three days Jensen saw no one. There was no food nor wood delivered. No key turned in his door. The better for him to think on his mistakes and correct them.
He had learned to anticipate, to be ready. He kept himself clean, bathing twice a day as usual, but washing up in between. He set his make up more carefully, so that it wouldn't run.
Fallon didn't often bother with niceties. He expected Jensen to be prepared to accept his cock at all times. He loomed over Jensen before lifting his knee to the bed, positioning himself and thrusting in hard. Jensen grunted into the pillow, but said nothing.
"I informed Lord Jeffrey that you were quite pleasing. You bring honor to his house."
"Thank you, Highness." Jensen murmured, relaxing now that the initial entry was done. Fallon would take his time. He required little of Jensen other than to lie still.
"When he was last here he asked for you."
It was not the first Jensen had heard of this. The kitchen boy was a horrible gossip, and while it was forbidden to talk to him, Jensen listened all the same. "Of course, he is noble, but not royal, so I had to forbid him."
Fallon thrust deep into him and chuckled. "Of course, I would have forbidden him anyway. He is a fool. It pleases me to take things from him." His hand stroked down Jensen's back. "Like you. He went to great lengths to hide you from me, which only proved to me that he desired you."
Jensen had long hours to think about that, about the strange behavior Lord Jeffrey exhibited, and his words. Jared had told him that Lord Jeffrey wanted him to win, wanted him to spend those days with Jensen. When it was over and Jensen was sent to Lord Jeffrey's rooms, Lord Jeffrey had been angry. For a long time Jensen had feared his anger was with him.
The speed of Fallon's fucking increased and Jensen tried to force his attention back to the prince. There would be punishment if he wasn't attentive. Jensen prided himself on pleasing whomever he served. He seldom needed correction before coming to this place.
Fallon grunted as he finished, filling Jensen with heat before he rose. Jensen slid backward off the bed, going to his knees beside Fallon. He would be expected to clean the prince. As his tongue moved along his spent cock, Fallon's hand fell on Jensen's head again.
"I will not be bested by anyone, least of all a backward country noble like that one." His hand tightened, pulling Jensen's face back. "I will take anything of his I please. Including that gladiator. You know Jeffrey is one of those who fucks his warriors, just as much as his courtesans." Fallon's smile was cold. "Once he is here, he is mine. And I will ensure his ass is well used. We will see how well he can fight then."
He let go of Jensen and stepped back, holding out his arms for Jensen to dress him. Jensen scrambled to his feet, fetching the prince's robes and helping him into them. "I will be back this evening. You will feed me."
"Yes, Highness. I look forward to serving."
The door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place. For the moment, Jensen was alone. He had work to do to be ready for the evening. He needed food to prepare. He moved into the kitchen and opened the small door over the shelf through which his food was delivered. It would signal the kitchen boy that something was needed.
Jensen opened the drawer under the table and pulled out parchment and a quill and ink. Prince Fallon liked meat in his evening meal. Jensen already had bread dough rising. He scribbled down his needs and left the list on the shelf while he went to bathe. By the time he was done, the boy would be back.
Jared was coming. The thought filled him with hope and dread. Fallon would hurt him to hurt Jeffrey. The fights he would be given would be bloody and difficult. Jared might not survive.
Jensen shook at the thought. He settled at his vanity after a quick clean up. Jared was strong. He fixed his face quickly, touching up make up that had melted some in the heat of service.
Jensen's eyes fell on the rose and he lifted it. Almost a year had passed since Jared had given it to him. It still brought a blush of affection each time he held it in his hand.
He heard a sound that told him the kitchen boy had come. He drew his robe closer around him and went to the kitchen, clearing his throat so the boy knew he was there.
"Hey, didn't think you were coming out."
Jensen licked his lips, keeping out of sight.
"I brought you some venison. Cook says its really good."
He wasn't allowed to speak. It was forbidden. Jensen shuffled closer to the small opening.
"There's carrots and onions today, and the sweets you asked for."
The boy might know though…might know when Jeffrey was coming. Might know of Jared. Jensen glanced around him as if expecting to be caught.
"Do you…" Jensen froze. He couldn't.
"Hey, you do talk. I was beginning to wonder. No one's ever lasted as long as you." His hand pushed the carrots and onions in along side the meat. Jensen took them and put them on the table, returning to the opening.
"I wonder if you get to the games?" Jensen's voice was barely a whisper.
He heard the kid chuckle. "Yeah, Cook likes to keep up, you know? He bets on the fights. So I get to keep tabs on them. You like the fights?"
Jensen grimaced. He wasn't overly fond of them. "There is a gladiator, from the House of Morgan."
"You must mean Jared. Lot of talk about him. Say he's the best fighter in the kingdom."
"He is coming here?"
Jensen got the sense the kid was leaning in.
"He's here. Got here yesterday. He's fighting this afternoon. If I'm lucky Cook will let me go see it."
Jensen swallowed. Jared was near. Jared was close by and preparing to fight.
"Rumor is your old Lord is here too. He's gone and asked the king to see you."
Jensen hung his head. It wouldn't be allowed. Prince Fallon had made that clear. "Thank you." Jensen whispered.
"You need anything you just ask. I'll see you for your regular food tomorrow, yeah?"
Jensen nodded, forgetting for the moment that the boy wouldn't see him. He took the last of the food the boy put on the shelf and shut the door. He had a meal to prepare. He needed to put thoughts of Jared or Jeffrey out of his head. If he wasn't perfect Fallon would bring punishment.
The remnants of dinner lay on the low table in the sitting area. Jensen knelt between Fallon's legs, gently licking him clean after his second orgasm of the evening. He was naked, his ass opened slightly and oozing come.
Fallon showed no signs thus far of being sated and ready to leave. Nor was he talking much. His first orgasm had come when he hand pushed Jensen face first into the floor and fucked him hard, angrily.
Wine and food had calmed him and the second time had been more relaxed, with the prince in the chair and Jensen allowed to use his skills to bring him to pleasure, first with his mouth and hands and finishing by sliding onto him and riding him until he came.
Behind Jensen, a key turned in the door. Fallon's hand on his head kept him glued to his task, even as the door opened. Only another member of the royal family would dare.
"When you didn't come to dinner, I expected you were here."
Jensen knew that voice. It was Fallon's father.
"I was not aware I was required at dinner, Father…what with your company."
"Cover yourself and stand up, Fallon."
Fallon let go of Jensen and pushed him away, standing. Jensen kept his eyes down and tried to make himself small and unnoticeable. "What is he doing here?"
"I understand you forbid him from the courtesan when he was last here."
Jeffrey. Jensen's heart sped up.
"This courtesan," Fallon's hand was on his head again, turning it to face the door, "is reserved for royalty."
"You forget Fallon, Lord Jeffrey is married to your cousin. Royalty enough, I think."
"I don't."
"This rivalry of yours wears old, Fallon. I've offered Lord Jeffrey the night with him. Get out."
Jensen didn't move. He didn't blink as Fallon released him and stormed away. There were quiet voices and then the door closed.
"Jensen?"
He lifted his head slowly, blinking at tears he didn't want to cry. Jeffrey was there, right there in front of him. "My Lord…I…"
Jeffrey's hand was light on his face, but Jensen pulled away. "I am dirty, my Lord. Let me…give me a moment." Jensen got to his feet, but Jeffrey pulled him close, his lips closing over Jensen's.
"I don't care Jensen."
Jensen's mouth fell open dutifully, he melted against Jeffrey, surrendering to the insistence in his hands. "I have missed you." Jeffrey said when he finally let Jensen go.
"As I have missed you, my Lord." Jensen's hands were trembling. "At least allow me to wash myself for you. I will only be a moment."
Jeffrey nodded and Jensen withdrew to his bathing chamber. With a damp cloth he washed the sweat from his body, then ran it over his ass, cleaning Fallon's come from him. When he emerged, Jeffrey was in the bedroom, standing beside the bed, his clothing in a pile at the foot of the bed.
Jensen smiled hesitantly and Jeffrey held his hand out. Jensen went to him, sliding his hand into Jeffrey's and blushing lightly as Jeffrey drew his naked body up against his own. "You are still the most beautiful courtesan in the whole world." Jeffrey murmured. "Have they treated you well?"
"Well enough, my Lord."
"It must be lonely, all locked away in here all the time."
"I have adjusted."
"And are so well trained you wouldn't tell me even if you were miserable." Jeffrey said with a smile. "Come, sit with me a while." Jeffrey slid back onto the bed, drawing Jensen with him.
"Do you not wish for me to serve you?" Jensen asked lightly.
"We have all night, Jensen. For now I wish to look at you."
Jensen let Jeffrey draw him down, laying against him. Jeffrey's hand ran idly down Jensen's arm. "When I last saw you I spoke harshly to you. I apologize. I was not angry with you."
"There is no need, my Lord. I understand."
"Do you?" Jeffrey pressed his lips to Jensen's head. "Fallon and I--we are rivals, Jensen. Ever since we were children. I dislike losing, even more so when it is to him."
"He does not speak well of you, my Lord." Jensen stiffened after he said it. He shouldn't speak of one Lord to another.
Jeffrey chuckled though. "No, I don't suppose he does. When I was but seven and he was nine, we faced each other in a competition that is held every few years between noble families. His father pressed Fallon to enter even though princes are not required to participate. I was the youngest."
"You beat him?" Jensen asked, his hand sliding over Jeffrey's stomach.
He nodded, a small smile turning his lips upward. "I did. In five of seven contests. We have been enemies ever since."
Jensen rose up so that he could look down at him. His words explained much. Prince Fallon was the sort to hold that against a man his entire life. Jensen pressed kisses along Jeffrey's chest. "Prince Fallon is no longer here, my Lord. There is only you…" He let his tongue dance around Jeffrey's navel. "…and me…let me show you pleasure, my Lord. Let me put the prince and his games far from your mind."
Jeffrey shifted beneath him as Jensen kissed his way slowly down, over his hips. Jensen was well trained in the ways of giving pleasure. All too often with Prince Fallon pleasure came only by using Jensen. It had been a while since he had used the skills at his disposal.
His hands moved over Jeffrey's skin, down his sides. He licked up the length of Jeffrey's cock, feeling it stir before abandoning it to flick his tongue over hip bones, and down onto his thigh. Jeffrey's legs parted, offering Jensen room to continue. He kissed down to his knee, up the inner thigh, drawing abstract patterns with the tip of his tongue.
When Jeffrey moaned low and deep, Jensen smiled against his skin before moving to repeat the kissing and licking over his other thigh. By the time he had eased back to Jeffrey's cock, it was standing hard and full, the tip starting to smear with pre-come.
Jensen licked over the tip, then down the side before once again turning his attention away, kissing now up to his navel, letting his tongue slide around it, then down into the small hole. Jeffrey wiggled beneath him.
"Are you teasing me?" Jeffrey asked, his voice shot through with lust and desire.
Jensen lifted up enough to smile at him. "I thought you liked it when I teased, my Lord."
"I like all that you do for me Jensen."
"But you wish me to be more direct?"
Jeffrey's smile was playful. "I wish you to make me come."
"As you wish, my Lord."
Jensen opened his mouth, hovering over Jeffrey's cock, his tongue dangling down as he slowly lowered, letting the tongue brush lightly over the head, tickling through the slit before he closed his lips over it, sucking in, letting the head press against his tongue before pulling his tongue back and taking more of his cock.
Jensen sucked his way back to the tip, licking around and under the head before dropping down to take the entire length into his mouth, opening his throat. He worked his tongue and throat until he had to pull off to breathe, sliding swiftly up and off. Almost as swiftly, he dropped back down, bobbing up and down as Jeffrey made the most appreciative sounds in the back of his throat.
Jeffrey's hips snapped up as he came and Jensen sucked him in, swallowing and following him back to the bed, licking his way up and off before kneeling up and smiling at Jeffrey.
"Are you pleased, my Lord?"
Jeffrey nodded, sitting up. "As ever, Jensen."
"Are you hungry? I could fix a light supper."
"I'd like that."
Jensen rose from the bed, padding out to the kitchen. There was still food left over from feeding the prince. He cut some bread and laid thin strips of venison on it. He added some cut up apple to the plate and poured wine into a goblet.
Jeffrey was sitting up when Jensen returned, pillows set up to hold the plate. Lord Jeffrey was accustomed to eating in bed when Jensen was with him. "If it pleases, my Lord." Jensen set the plate on the pillow and handed him the wine.
Jeffrey ate in silence for a few moments and when he next spoke it was without looking at Jensen. "I am here because Prince Fallon requested Jared to fight in the coliseum."
Jensen bit his lip lightly. "Is he well?"
He couldn't read the look on Jeffrey's face. "He is…amazing, Jensen. He fights like a man possessed."
"He brings honor to your house."
Jeffrey nodded, then shook his head. "It is far more than that. He fights to gain his freedom."
Jensen's eyes rose to Jeffrey's face, half expecting that the Lord was kidding him. "Is such a thing even possible?"
"It is not easy. It will take much effort and many fights." Jeffrey sipped at his wine, then set the goblet on the bedside table. "He fought today in front of the princes. He won a victory over two large cats and two warriors."
Jensen closed his eyes, imagining Jared in the arena, fighting, bloody. "Is he…was he injured?"
"Scratches. Minor. My surgeon has declared him fit to fight again."
"Prince Fallon…" Jensen looked away, not sure if he should say what he was thinking.
Jeffrey's hand caressed down Jensen's arm. "What about him?"
"He spoke to me today about Jared…well, I assume now he meant Jared. He plans to hurt him."
Jeffrey nodded. "He already tried. Last night."
Jensen pulled his hand away. "He said he would…that he would use Jared, that he would have others use him…the way…" Jensen stood and paced away. "That he would have them fuck him, my Lord. Over and over until he could no longer fight."
Jeffrey stood and came to him, wrapping his arms around Jensen. "You care for him as much as he does you."
Jensen trembled against him, afraid to admit what was so strongly forbidden. "He fights for you, Jensen. For his freedom and a chance to win you. I brought him this far. I will see him safely through."
Morning came far too early. Jensen served Jeffrey a quick breakfast of quail eggs on yesterday's bread.
"Will you see Jared today, my Lord?" Jensen asked as Jeffrey readied to leave.
"I will. Have you words for him?"
Words were not what he and Jared shared most. His eyes wandered around him, then out into the small, closed in garden. "One moment." Jensen slipped into the garden, to the bush filled with roses of a deep red hue. He picked one and broke it's stem, bringing it back to Jeffrey. "Tell him…I think of him every day."
Jeffrey took the rose, then drew Jensen close, kissing him deeply. "I will." At the door he paused again. "Be careful. I have a feeling Fallon might take things out on you the next few weeks. Don't give him any reason to find fault."
Jensen blinked back tears, nodding. "I will be perfection, my Lord."
"You always have been."
Jeffrey was gone. Jensen looked around him. There was much to be done. Prince Fallon's dishes still sat on the table and Jensen smelled of a long night of pleasure. He anticipated Fallon would return before the day was much gone.
But, Jared was there, and fighting to be free. Jeffrey had come to him and told him that Jared still loved him. If it was to be believed, Jeffrey was helping Jared. Jensen didn't begin to understand it all, but he had promised perfection. He would do his best to deliver.
Title: Courtesan 6 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/OMC, Jensen/JDM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3756
Summary: Total AU. Jensen entertains Prince Fallon, and discovers that a gladiator from his former house is coming to court. How much will he risk to find out more? And when the King overrides his son's desires, will it come back to haunt Jensen in the end?
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. Here there is sex. I'm just saying.
Art, from apieceofcake...
"I saw your former Lord while I was gone."
Jensen's hands faltered only slightly in the act of removing Prince Fallon's robes. "Indeed, Highness?"
Fallon's hands fluttered up Jensen's sides, his smile sly. "Indeed. He misses you, I think."
Jensen knew better than to say anything to that. He ducked his head and guided his hands softly down to Fallon's waist. "Would your Highness like a bath?"
"No, I'm not interested in the long seduction today. I have business to deal with."
"As you wish, Highness."
"He will be coming here soon, your Lord Jeffrey."
Jensen licked his lips and pressed down the flair of hope at the thought. "You are my Lord, Highness."
Fallon smiled, his hand sliding up over Jensen's face and into his hair. "Yes. I am. I was just making sure that you understood."
Jensen went slowly to his knees, pressed down by Fallon's hand. His cock was not yet hard, he liked it when Jensen licked him to make him ready. "May I, Highness?"
Fallon nodded and Jensen opened his mouth, taking the whole cock inside him to wet it. It was beginning to respond even as he slid his mouth off and began a slow circle of small licks, tiny flicks of tongue along the head and under.
"He is bringing a gladiator with him. Damn fool thinks his scrappy warrior is a match for a trained swordsman."
Jensen kept his eyes and mouth on the task. Fallon was a talker. He would ramble on about matters of various importance the whole time he was there. Jensen mostly didn't listen. He'd hear enough that if a response was required he could make the appropriate sound. But, as his mouth moved over Fallon, preparing him for what Jensen could guess would be a long night, that hope he'd tamped down suddenly flared within him.
A gladiator.
He could only mean Jared. Jensen's warrior. Not a day had passed that Jensen didn't touch his rose on his vanity and think of him…of the last day they saw one another. The hurt in his face, the anger in his voice. The passion in his kiss.
Fallon pulled his head back. "Enough. I wish to take your ass today."
Jensen smiled softly and eased himself to his feet. "Come then, Highness. The bed is made ready." Jensen walked ahead of Fallon, crossing into the bedroom and laying across the bed on his stomach. He spread his legs easily, making room for Fallon to come between them.
He had already prepped himself with oil, having heard from the kitchen boy that morning that Prince Fallon had returned. Jensen had known Fallon would be visiting. He always did when he'd been away. He was a demanding lord, sometimes visiting Jensen's suite three times in a day.
It had been difficult at first. Fallon would come to him at all hours and he demanded perfection, regardless of whether Jensen had been asleep or entertaining another family member. He demanded Jensen's make up and hair be perfect, that his body be clean.
There was punishment when he wasn't ready, even when Fallon walked in as his brothers finished with Jensen. The princes exchanged greetings and jokes, and when the two younger men had left, Fallon had examined Jensen and found him wanting. He called in Master Melicus to show him that Jensen's make up was melted and flaking, that his body was slicked with sweat and come.
Jensen had been paddled with a flat wooden paddle covered in leather, leaving his ass bruised and tender. When the paddling was done, Fallon had used him anyway, and when he left, Jensen had been unable to move for nearly an hour. The next three days Jensen saw no one. There was no food nor wood delivered. No key turned in his door. The better for him to think on his mistakes and correct them.
He had learned to anticipate, to be ready. He kept himself clean, bathing twice a day as usual, but washing up in between. He set his make up more carefully, so that it wouldn't run.
Fallon didn't often bother with niceties. He expected Jensen to be prepared to accept his cock at all times. He loomed over Jensen before lifting his knee to the bed, positioning himself and thrusting in hard. Jensen grunted into the pillow, but said nothing.
"I informed Lord Jeffrey that you were quite pleasing. You bring honor to his house."
"Thank you, Highness." Jensen murmured, relaxing now that the initial entry was done. Fallon would take his time. He required little of Jensen other than to lie still.
"When he was last here he asked for you."
It was not the first Jensen had heard of this. The kitchen boy was a horrible gossip, and while it was forbidden to talk to him, Jensen listened all the same. "Of course, he is noble, but not royal, so I had to forbid him."
Fallon thrust deep into him and chuckled. "Of course, I would have forbidden him anyway. He is a fool. It pleases me to take things from him." His hand stroked down Jensen's back. "Like you. He went to great lengths to hide you from me, which only proved to me that he desired you."
Jensen had long hours to think about that, about the strange behavior Lord Jeffrey exhibited, and his words. Jared had told him that Lord Jeffrey wanted him to win, wanted him to spend those days with Jensen. When it was over and Jensen was sent to Lord Jeffrey's rooms, Lord Jeffrey had been angry. For a long time Jensen had feared his anger was with him.
The speed of Fallon's fucking increased and Jensen tried to force his attention back to the prince. There would be punishment if he wasn't attentive. Jensen prided himself on pleasing whomever he served. He seldom needed correction before coming to this place.
Fallon grunted as he finished, filling Jensen with heat before he rose. Jensen slid backward off the bed, going to his knees beside Fallon. He would be expected to clean the prince. As his tongue moved along his spent cock, Fallon's hand fell on Jensen's head again.
"I will not be bested by anyone, least of all a backward country noble like that one." His hand tightened, pulling Jensen's face back. "I will take anything of his I please. Including that gladiator. You know Jeffrey is one of those who fucks his warriors, just as much as his courtesans." Fallon's smile was cold. "Once he is here, he is mine. And I will ensure his ass is well used. We will see how well he can fight then."
He let go of Jensen and stepped back, holding out his arms for Jensen to dress him. Jensen scrambled to his feet, fetching the prince's robes and helping him into them. "I will be back this evening. You will feed me."
"Yes, Highness. I look forward to serving."
The door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place. For the moment, Jensen was alone. He had work to do to be ready for the evening. He needed food to prepare. He moved into the kitchen and opened the small door over the shelf through which his food was delivered. It would signal the kitchen boy that something was needed.
Jensen opened the drawer under the table and pulled out parchment and a quill and ink. Prince Fallon liked meat in his evening meal. Jensen already had bread dough rising. He scribbled down his needs and left the list on the shelf while he went to bathe. By the time he was done, the boy would be back.
Jared was coming. The thought filled him with hope and dread. Fallon would hurt him to hurt Jeffrey. The fights he would be given would be bloody and difficult. Jared might not survive.
Jensen shook at the thought. He settled at his vanity after a quick clean up. Jared was strong. He fixed his face quickly, touching up make up that had melted some in the heat of service.
Jensen's eyes fell on the rose and he lifted it. Almost a year had passed since Jared had given it to him. It still brought a blush of affection each time he held it in his hand.
He heard a sound that told him the kitchen boy had come. He drew his robe closer around him and went to the kitchen, clearing his throat so the boy knew he was there.
"Hey, didn't think you were coming out."
Jensen licked his lips, keeping out of sight.
"I brought you some venison. Cook says its really good."
He wasn't allowed to speak. It was forbidden. Jensen shuffled closer to the small opening.
"There's carrots and onions today, and the sweets you asked for."
The boy might know though…might know when Jeffrey was coming. Might know of Jared. Jensen glanced around him as if expecting to be caught.
"Do you…" Jensen froze. He couldn't.
"Hey, you do talk. I was beginning to wonder. No one's ever lasted as long as you." His hand pushed the carrots and onions in along side the meat. Jensen took them and put them on the table, returning to the opening.
"I wonder if you get to the games?" Jensen's voice was barely a whisper.
He heard the kid chuckle. "Yeah, Cook likes to keep up, you know? He bets on the fights. So I get to keep tabs on them. You like the fights?"
Jensen grimaced. He wasn't overly fond of them. "There is a gladiator, from the House of Morgan."
"You must mean Jared. Lot of talk about him. Say he's the best fighter in the kingdom."
"He is coming here?"
Jensen got the sense the kid was leaning in.
"He's here. Got here yesterday. He's fighting this afternoon. If I'm lucky Cook will let me go see it."
Jensen swallowed. Jared was near. Jared was close by and preparing to fight.
"Rumor is your old Lord is here too. He's gone and asked the king to see you."
Jensen hung his head. It wouldn't be allowed. Prince Fallon had made that clear. "Thank you." Jensen whispered.
"You need anything you just ask. I'll see you for your regular food tomorrow, yeah?"
Jensen nodded, forgetting for the moment that the boy wouldn't see him. He took the last of the food the boy put on the shelf and shut the door. He had a meal to prepare. He needed to put thoughts of Jared or Jeffrey out of his head. If he wasn't perfect Fallon would bring punishment.
The remnants of dinner lay on the low table in the sitting area. Jensen knelt between Fallon's legs, gently licking him clean after his second orgasm of the evening. He was naked, his ass opened slightly and oozing come.
Fallon showed no signs thus far of being sated and ready to leave. Nor was he talking much. His first orgasm had come when he hand pushed Jensen face first into the floor and fucked him hard, angrily.
Wine and food had calmed him and the second time had been more relaxed, with the prince in the chair and Jensen allowed to use his skills to bring him to pleasure, first with his mouth and hands and finishing by sliding onto him and riding him until he came.
Behind Jensen, a key turned in the door. Fallon's hand on his head kept him glued to his task, even as the door opened. Only another member of the royal family would dare.
"When you didn't come to dinner, I expected you were here."
Jensen knew that voice. It was Fallon's father.
"I was not aware I was required at dinner, Father…what with your company."
"Cover yourself and stand up, Fallon."
Fallon let go of Jensen and pushed him away, standing. Jensen kept his eyes down and tried to make himself small and unnoticeable. "What is he doing here?"
"I understand you forbid him from the courtesan when he was last here."
Jeffrey. Jensen's heart sped up.
"This courtesan," Fallon's hand was on his head again, turning it to face the door, "is reserved for royalty."
"You forget Fallon, Lord Jeffrey is married to your cousin. Royalty enough, I think."
"I don't."
"This rivalry of yours wears old, Fallon. I've offered Lord Jeffrey the night with him. Get out."
Jensen didn't move. He didn't blink as Fallon released him and stormed away. There were quiet voices and then the door closed.
"Jensen?"
He lifted his head slowly, blinking at tears he didn't want to cry. Jeffrey was there, right there in front of him. "My Lord…I…"
Jeffrey's hand was light on his face, but Jensen pulled away. "I am dirty, my Lord. Let me…give me a moment." Jensen got to his feet, but Jeffrey pulled him close, his lips closing over Jensen's.
"I don't care Jensen."
Jensen's mouth fell open dutifully, he melted against Jeffrey, surrendering to the insistence in his hands. "I have missed you." Jeffrey said when he finally let Jensen go.
"As I have missed you, my Lord." Jensen's hands were trembling. "At least allow me to wash myself for you. I will only be a moment."
Jeffrey nodded and Jensen withdrew to his bathing chamber. With a damp cloth he washed the sweat from his body, then ran it over his ass, cleaning Fallon's come from him. When he emerged, Jeffrey was in the bedroom, standing beside the bed, his clothing in a pile at the foot of the bed.
Jensen smiled hesitantly and Jeffrey held his hand out. Jensen went to him, sliding his hand into Jeffrey's and blushing lightly as Jeffrey drew his naked body up against his own. "You are still the most beautiful courtesan in the whole world." Jeffrey murmured. "Have they treated you well?"
"Well enough, my Lord."
"It must be lonely, all locked away in here all the time."
"I have adjusted."
"And are so well trained you wouldn't tell me even if you were miserable." Jeffrey said with a smile. "Come, sit with me a while." Jeffrey slid back onto the bed, drawing Jensen with him.
"Do you not wish for me to serve you?" Jensen asked lightly.
"We have all night, Jensen. For now I wish to look at you."
Jensen let Jeffrey draw him down, laying against him. Jeffrey's hand ran idly down Jensen's arm. "When I last saw you I spoke harshly to you. I apologize. I was not angry with you."
"There is no need, my Lord. I understand."
"Do you?" Jeffrey pressed his lips to Jensen's head. "Fallon and I--we are rivals, Jensen. Ever since we were children. I dislike losing, even more so when it is to him."
"He does not speak well of you, my Lord." Jensen stiffened after he said it. He shouldn't speak of one Lord to another.
Jeffrey chuckled though. "No, I don't suppose he does. When I was but seven and he was nine, we faced each other in a competition that is held every few years between noble families. His father pressed Fallon to enter even though princes are not required to participate. I was the youngest."
"You beat him?" Jensen asked, his hand sliding over Jeffrey's stomach.
He nodded, a small smile turning his lips upward. "I did. In five of seven contests. We have been enemies ever since."
Jensen rose up so that he could look down at him. His words explained much. Prince Fallon was the sort to hold that against a man his entire life. Jensen pressed kisses along Jeffrey's chest. "Prince Fallon is no longer here, my Lord. There is only you…" He let his tongue dance around Jeffrey's navel. "…and me…let me show you pleasure, my Lord. Let me put the prince and his games far from your mind."
Jeffrey shifted beneath him as Jensen kissed his way slowly down, over his hips. Jensen was well trained in the ways of giving pleasure. All too often with Prince Fallon pleasure came only by using Jensen. It had been a while since he had used the skills at his disposal.
His hands moved over Jeffrey's skin, down his sides. He licked up the length of Jeffrey's cock, feeling it stir before abandoning it to flick his tongue over hip bones, and down onto his thigh. Jeffrey's legs parted, offering Jensen room to continue. He kissed down to his knee, up the inner thigh, drawing abstract patterns with the tip of his tongue.
When Jeffrey moaned low and deep, Jensen smiled against his skin before moving to repeat the kissing and licking over his other thigh. By the time he had eased back to Jeffrey's cock, it was standing hard and full, the tip starting to smear with pre-come.
Jensen licked over the tip, then down the side before once again turning his attention away, kissing now up to his navel, letting his tongue slide around it, then down into the small hole. Jeffrey wiggled beneath him.
"Are you teasing me?" Jeffrey asked, his voice shot through with lust and desire.
Jensen lifted up enough to smile at him. "I thought you liked it when I teased, my Lord."
"I like all that you do for me Jensen."
"But you wish me to be more direct?"
Jeffrey's smile was playful. "I wish you to make me come."
"As you wish, my Lord."
Jensen opened his mouth, hovering over Jeffrey's cock, his tongue dangling down as he slowly lowered, letting the tongue brush lightly over the head, tickling through the slit before he closed his lips over it, sucking in, letting the head press against his tongue before pulling his tongue back and taking more of his cock.
Jensen sucked his way back to the tip, licking around and under the head before dropping down to take the entire length into his mouth, opening his throat. He worked his tongue and throat until he had to pull off to breathe, sliding swiftly up and off. Almost as swiftly, he dropped back down, bobbing up and down as Jeffrey made the most appreciative sounds in the back of his throat.
Jeffrey's hips snapped up as he came and Jensen sucked him in, swallowing and following him back to the bed, licking his way up and off before kneeling up and smiling at Jeffrey.
"Are you pleased, my Lord?"
Jeffrey nodded, sitting up. "As ever, Jensen."
"Are you hungry? I could fix a light supper."
"I'd like that."
Jensen rose from the bed, padding out to the kitchen. There was still food left over from feeding the prince. He cut some bread and laid thin strips of venison on it. He added some cut up apple to the plate and poured wine into a goblet.
Jeffrey was sitting up when Jensen returned, pillows set up to hold the plate. Lord Jeffrey was accustomed to eating in bed when Jensen was with him. "If it pleases, my Lord." Jensen set the plate on the pillow and handed him the wine.
Jeffrey ate in silence for a few moments and when he next spoke it was without looking at Jensen. "I am here because Prince Fallon requested Jared to fight in the coliseum."
Jensen bit his lip lightly. "Is he well?"
He couldn't read the look on Jeffrey's face. "He is…amazing, Jensen. He fights like a man possessed."
"He brings honor to your house."
Jeffrey nodded, then shook his head. "It is far more than that. He fights to gain his freedom."
Jensen's eyes rose to Jeffrey's face, half expecting that the Lord was kidding him. "Is such a thing even possible?"
"It is not easy. It will take much effort and many fights." Jeffrey sipped at his wine, then set the goblet on the bedside table. "He fought today in front of the princes. He won a victory over two large cats and two warriors."
Jensen closed his eyes, imagining Jared in the arena, fighting, bloody. "Is he…was he injured?"
"Scratches. Minor. My surgeon has declared him fit to fight again."
"Prince Fallon…" Jensen looked away, not sure if he should say what he was thinking.
Jeffrey's hand caressed down Jensen's arm. "What about him?"
"He spoke to me today about Jared…well, I assume now he meant Jared. He plans to hurt him."
Jeffrey nodded. "He already tried. Last night."
Jensen pulled his hand away. "He said he would…that he would use Jared, that he would have others use him…the way…" Jensen stood and paced away. "That he would have them fuck him, my Lord. Over and over until he could no longer fight."
Jeffrey stood and came to him, wrapping his arms around Jensen. "You care for him as much as he does you."
Jensen trembled against him, afraid to admit what was so strongly forbidden. "He fights for you, Jensen. For his freedom and a chance to win you. I brought him this far. I will see him safely through."
Morning came far too early. Jensen served Jeffrey a quick breakfast of quail eggs on yesterday's bread.
"Will you see Jared today, my Lord?" Jensen asked as Jeffrey readied to leave.
"I will. Have you words for him?"
Words were not what he and Jared shared most. His eyes wandered around him, then out into the small, closed in garden. "One moment." Jensen slipped into the garden, to the bush filled with roses of a deep red hue. He picked one and broke it's stem, bringing it back to Jeffrey. "Tell him…I think of him every day."
Jeffrey took the rose, then drew Jensen close, kissing him deeply. "I will." At the door he paused again. "Be careful. I have a feeling Fallon might take things out on you the next few weeks. Don't give him any reason to find fault."
Jensen blinked back tears, nodding. "I will be perfection, my Lord."
"You always have been."
Jeffrey was gone. Jensen looked around him. There was much to be done. Prince Fallon's dishes still sat on the table and Jensen smelled of a long night of pleasure. He anticipated Fallon would return before the day was much gone.
But, Jared was there, and fighting to be free. Jeffrey had come to him and told him that Jared still loved him. If it was to be believed, Jeffrey was helping Jared. Jensen didn't begin to understand it all, but he had promised perfection. He would do his best to deliver.