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It had been a long day and to make it more difficult Zyion had already felt the king's gaze on him the whole afternoon and it was wearing him down more than he would like to admit. It was a sweet promise of what was to come as soon as the sun settled but it was also a reminder of all the hours that still lay before now and then.
Of course the queen had also noticed, there rarely was something that would slip her attentious eyes. So in addition to the heated gazes of the king, he had to deal with the knowing and exasperated looks she threw him once in a while, as if to say "See what I have to deal with all day". As if he didn't know exactly what she had to deal with, seeing as he spent every day with both of them.
So the aftenoon went on, dinner just felt like pure torture with the way it stretched and seemingly never wanted to end.
Then, after it was finally over and he assumed his post in front of the king's chambers, he realized with dawning horror that he was stationed with one of the new guards. Fresh out of school and completely green behind the ears, let alone that they had no idea of the inner workings of the palace yet. Zyion would've loved to bash his head against the wall behind him right about now.
He groaned internally, what had he been thinking when he made that schedule? Well, he probably hadn't been thinking quite clearly, darkly remembering that it had been one of those days, on which he had been completely exhausted and overworked, much prefering his bed than any work that still needed to be done. Consequently, he ended up just scribbling something down, that seemed to work and didn't question it any further.
And on any other day it wouldn't have been a big deal...but today turned out to be one of _those_ days, so it actually was. On the other hand, there were rarely nights in which he spend the night infront of the king's chambers rather than inside them.
To this day it still surprised him and filled his chest with warmth, that not a single word of his nightly activities had left the palace walls. It was the most well known secret inside the palace. Of course there were whispers behind their backs but any of them had yet to turn malicious, the way it was just accepted by the staff warmed his heart every time.
They all knew the king and queen were married and with that performed a ritual that bound their very souls but it was also widely known that they didn't do it out of any romantic feelings for each other, still no one would call them anything less than soulmates.
So being the one that filled the role of a lover for their king, felt still very much like a honor, even more so being accepted as such by the queen and obviously also by the rest of the palace. Not even his guards complained much about it, which bordered on being a miracle, considering that they were the ones witnessing most of their realtionship in the first place. While their loyalty was a requirement for their job it very much filled him with pride knowing all of them kept their mouths shut. It also lifted his spirits because it saved him from going through the trouble of having to find out, who couldn't keep his tongue (and yes, he ment that very much literally).
While Zyion now stood infront of the king's doors threatening the moment they would open, he thought about maybe doing some damage control, no doubt would his new guard get the shock of his life or worse he would think badly of their king, getting into bed with his subordinates...which of course was the case, but it also was a special case.
But then again there was no easy way of telling your own subordinate, that you were frequenting the king's bed. And more importantly there was no dignified way of doing so now.
Better he found out from the gossip of the other guards, which was too late now he realized, wincing slightly at the thought.
So, without getting himself to open his mouth, they just stood there. No one saying a word. He wasn't sure if he was glad about the other not trying to start any small-talk, considering that he looked quite nervous, standing next to his superior, shifting from one foot to there other, sweathing slightly, and he definitely looked like someone who talked a lot when he was nervous. Zyion silently admired his restraint.
His thoughts continued to drift to different scenarios, trying to find a way to deescalate the stituation as soon as the king would inevitably look for him.
Like on cue he could hear the doors behind him slide open. To his horror, instead of just pulling him inside (like Zyion had prayed for), the king wrapped his arms around Zyion's waist from behind and dropped little kisses on his neck.
Had this man no shame?
"My king?" It wasn't actually supposed to be a question and his voice wasn't supposed to sound this hoarse either, damn it.
A hum was the only answer he got to his question though. And of course more kisses, up his neck, behind his ear and now a little bit farther down. Every single touch of his lips sent tingling down his spine. Gods, this man knew exactly what to do to him to make his knees go weak and let his resistance crumble.
A short glance to his side showed a very horrified young guard, who did his best to just look straight ahead but all in all, kept his composure quite well. Good. Or well, as good as this situation permited.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the king's hands move around his waist, one trying to sneak under his uniform the other wandering further south to- fuck. He could feel Erik smile against his neck.
"My king.", he growled and when he didn't stop, more insistently, "Erik!"
He had known from the beginning, that they would end up in his king's bed, going after his mood Zyion would also be the one pushing them onto it but he had hoped they could've done so with a little less....well, a little less of what was currently happening in the hallway of the palace.
Though the moment Erik's tongue made contact with his skin, Zyion spun them around, pushing his king up against the door (Erik's grin showed that this had been his goal all along, the tease!), with his free hand the head of the guard opened the door to his king's chambers and pulled him inside.
Their lips finding each other automatically and with practiced ease. Zyion had half a mind to actually pull the door shut behind them.
"You're going to be your dead." he murmured in between kisses, while they stood in the candle lit room, his hands already getting rid of his king's shirt.
"Don't you mean I'm going to be the dead of you?" came the teasing reply, whispered against Zyion's skin, while kissing along his jawline, over his neck. He had to stiffle a moan before answering.
"Actually," he growled and pushed Erik suddenly backwards, so that he landed on the top of the covers with a surprised little yelp, "no."
Zyion pulled his own shirt over his head, his actual uniform lay on the floor already forgotten. When he finally joined Erik on the bed, he pinned his king's arms above his head, holding them in place with one hand before leaning down and starting to place a short kiss at the base of his throat, continuing to trail his lips over his chest downwards. Kissing, licking and teasing with feather-light touches.
"You're going to be your own dead, because you never let me do my job." Zyion breathed against Erik's chest before allowing his lips to trail farther down towards his stomach. "I should be outside right now, making sure nothing happens to you, my king."
"There is a guard outside- ahh. That...sould. be. enough-...to sound the ahh-larm sould- something happen."
Erik brought out in between gasps of pleasure. "Now come up here and kiss me." he added breathlessly.
"As you wish, your majesty." Zyion pressed his lips to Erik's in a chaste kiss, which made the later growl in frustration.
"Don't be a tease, not tonight."
"Oh like you haven't been mere minutes ago."
"It's been a long day and I'm not in the mood for teasing anymore."
With that he freed his hands from Zyion's grasp and flipped them over, pressing his whole body to Zyion's and kissing him hungrily, the guard's lips parting under the press of his king's tongue without further resistance. Very soon also the rest of their clothes joined Zyion's uniform on the ground and lost themselves in each others touches.
All while a very confused and paniced guard stood right in front of the door, hearing the moans and gasps coming from the other side and not quite knowing which came from his superior and which from his king. He didn't know if knowing would've made it worse, what he did know though, was that he wanted to see the faces of the others when he told them about this.