My King's Seraglio

by Ann T. Ryan

  Adam choked out a laugh. "Not a good feeling is it?"

  "No. But I am slowly getting used to it," Tobey rubbed his head against Adam's chest lovingly.

  * * * *

  Adam loved stroking Tobey's hair. It made him feel a lightness in his chest that had been missing 'til Tobey came along. He looked down at Tobey's sleeping form, huddled close on his bare chest, his breath teasing Adam's nipples. About to kiss Tobey awake, a knock interrupted him. Not wanting to rouse Tobey, he went to the door.

  "What?!" he asked the clearly shocked royal guard. After all, the High King himself had answered the door.

  "Y-Your Majesty. Forgive me. It is just…" he gestured towards the attendant standing a metre away.

  "You interrupted me for a mere attendant? Did I not order that I was not to be disturbed?"

  "He is Lord Zachary's personal attendant, your Majesty."

  Adam raked a hand through his hair roughly. "What is it?" he asked the attendant.

  "A message, your Majesty, from milord."

  "Fine. Give it to me and take your leave."

  "Yes, your Majesty."

  Taking the missive, Adam shut the door firmly in the guard's face.

  "Adam?" Tobey called out.

  "'Tis nothing, Tobey, go back to sleep." Adam walked back to bed and took Tobey in his arms.

  "What is wrong, who was it?"

  "Just Zachary's attendant."

  "Zachary?" Tobey went quiet for a moment. "What did he want?"

  "'Tis nothing, Tobey."

  "What did he want, Adam?" Tobey repeated. The firmness in Tobey's voice was surprising considering he'd been fast asleep a few minutes before.

  "He sent me a bottle of perfumed oil and a message, that is all."

  "He wanted to see you, didn't he?"

  "You will not let it rest, will you?"

  "I am stubborn, you know that. Go to him." Adam refused to let go of Tobey when he attempted to push away.

  "What?!"

  "I have kept you with me long enough. I heard the seraglio is not happy about that."

  "Did they do anything to you?" Adam looked in Tobey's eyes intently, trying to read the truth.

  "No…"

  "They did, didn't they?"

  "'Tis nothing, Adam."

  "Tell me."

  "I can stand up for myself. Do not worry."

  "You are a funny one, Tobey Mitchell. Telling me to see my other concubines. Telling me not to worry." Adam looked at Tobey, bemused. He caressed Tobey's cheek lightly, half in wonder that he had this man in his arms.

  * * * *

  "They were here first and I took something of theirs. I would hate to feel that way if I were in their position." Tobey laid his head on Adam's shoulder, inhaling his smell. If he could have him, he would want Adam all to himself. But he could not be selfish, Adam was High King. Adam belonged to the rest of the seraglio as much as he belonged to Tobey.

  "I never belonged to anyone. But, right now, I just want to be with you. Is that not enough?" Adam looked at Tobey, the sincerity clear in his eyes.

  Tobey bit Adam's shoulder hard, earning a gasp from Adam, before licking the injured skin. Cupping Tobey's butt, Adam brought their groins together, rubbing their hardening cocks against each other. No more words. Just moans, gasps, whimpers and grunts.

  CHAPTER 5

  When Tobey first arrived with Adam at Court, the Ministers looked at him in bewilderment, wondering at his role in the biweekly court procedures. Tobey meekly walked two steps behind Adam and followed him to his throne. He remembered the gasps that echoed through the courtroom when Adam pulled him onto his lap from beside the throne. His surprised expression had reduced the High King to loud chuckles, which made the Ministers look further bemused.

  This bemusement turned into admiration in the following weeks when the Ministers soon realised Tobey would not merely act as a form of entertainment for the High King. Tobey listened intently to the reports given by the various Ministers, offering his opinions and coming up with proposals to aid in the improvement of the welfare of the Kingdom. He would converse quietly with the High King whilst still being seated on the man's lap; a weird sight for all to see. One Minister dared to remark on why Tobey could not be simply given a chair and the High King laughed and said his brain processed information better when Tobey sat on his lap. The Minister blushed and Tobey had discreetly pinched Adam's side.

  * * * *

  "Your Majesty."

  "Jeff. What is it?" Adam looked up from the papers he perused. Jeff rarely looked him up in his study unless it was urgent. He wondered what brought Jeff to him now.

  "May I speak freely, your Majesty?"

  Adam sighed. "Yes, Jeff, you may. You have been by my side for more than a decade now."

  "There have been murmurings of displeasure from the seraglio."

  "I see. And?"

  "Take care not to dismiss the seraglio so easily, your Majesty. Jealousy can make one do many things."

  "Did you hear anything that may be of threat to Tobey?" Adam asked worriedly.

  "Your favourite used to be Zachary. How has that changed in just a matter of months?"

  "Is it Zachary, then, where all this jealousy is stemming from?"

  "No. But the servants gossip. You have to treat them equally, your Majesty… or, at least, visit the others too."

  "And for the first time since I became High King, I feel no such inclination."

  "Then I hope you might come to a suitable solution for all. May I take my leave, your Majesty?"

  "Yes you may, Jeff." Adam frowned, his thoughts mired deep in memories of the previous High King's seraglio.

  * * * *

  Tobey trailed a lone finger down Adam's chest. He looked at Adam's closed expression and knew something had happened. Adam had entered the bedchamber, barely concealed lust all over his face, and taken him right there against the wall, hard and fast and furious. He did not even manage to clean himself up before Adam had carried him easily to the bed, as if he weighed nothing, and held him close.

  "What is wrong, Adam?"

  Adam kept quiet till Tobey poked him in the side. "Ow! Stop that!"

  "Then tell me what is wrong."

  Adam opened his mouth to speak but closed it again before kissing Tobey gently on the lips. "I love you, you know."

  "I know. I… I l-love you, too, Adam." Tobey confessed almost breathlessly. He never thought he would fall in love. But he had. With a man who wanted to give him everything within his power. He knew Adam loved him. He could finally believe in it. It showed in the way he held Tobey after they made love. It revealed itself when Adam smiled gently only at him. "But something is bothering you. Tell me." Tobey said firmly.

  "The seraglio. Jeff told me some things."

  Tobey's heart broke a little then. Sometimes it was easy to forget he slept with the High King. The High King with his own seraglio of men. He remembered two months ago, when Zachary had came to Adam's door, trying to lure Adam back to him. He also knew Adam had rejected Zachary that night. The High King hadn't slept with anyone else since he'd arrived.

  "You should go to them," Tobey said softly.

  "Why?"

  "To be fair," Tobey said simply.

  "You want me to sleep with other men to be fair?!" Adam pushed Tobey away and got up to pace the floor. "What is wrong with you, Tobey?" He voice broke. "I thought you loved me!"

  "I do, Adam!" Tobey willed himself not to cry. He knew what the seraglio thought of him. He knew most considered him a threat. He knew some in the seraglio had royal connections that could threaten Adam's life. "But—"

  "I get it, Tobey. Please go back to your own bedchambers."

  Tobey looked at him in confusion.

  "This is where I sleep with all my concubines. Or did you not know that?" Adam said viciously.

  Tobey nodded before quickly covering himself with a shawl and, moving to leave, closed the door quietly when he left. He made it to his own bedchambers bef
ore his tears began to fall.

  * * * *

  Word soon spread that Tobey was no longer the favoured concubine. Some in the seraglio mocked him when he appeared in the common baths. Others took to shredding his clothes. Tobey never once cried in front of them. Only in the safety of his room would he let down all his defences. He missed Adam and often wondered whether the love Adam had showered on him over the past few months had been a dream.

  "You have to stop this moping, Tobey, and win him back." Luke urged. It was always Luke.

  Tobey sighed. "He has grown tired of me. I told you so."

  "No, he has not. I remember what you confessed to me when you broke down after leaving his bedchambers that night. You left him."

  "No! He asked me to get out! Did you expect me to beg him to let me stay like a mere dog?!" Tobey shouted, tears falling down his face.

  "You told him to sleep with the others, Tobey. What did you expect?" Luke said softly.

  "I miss him. God, I m-miss him."

  Luke took Tobey into his arms and whispered, "Then get him back. He was always yours to begin with."

  "I d-do not know how…"

  "We will figure out the how later, Tobey. For now, we need to get you healthy again."

  * * * *

  It turned out that they didn't have to figure out how. The opportunity came when the King of Kelleigh came over to the Radcliffe kingdom for a 'visit'. Tobey knew more went on than just a visit. He heard from Luke that the King and Adam had been in a meeting for hours. He had once been privy to such meetings, now Adam did not even invite him to court sessions. His heart sank further at the thought.

  Tobey thought he'd lived through the worst until he saw the beautiful man who sat on Adam's lap when he came down to dinner. Tobey left his face carefully blank when he walked into the room, Adam's eyes following his movements. He wanted to choose a seat as far away from Adam as he could, but that wish did not get granted.

  "Tobey. Come here." Adam's voice rang out clearly.

  Tobey nodded before making his way to Adam's side in silence.

  "Sit there." Adam pointed towards an empty chair right next to the King of Kelleigh. He used to sit in the chair the King of Kelleigh now occupied, on Adam's right hand side. That had changed when Adam threw him out of their bedchamber. The other concubines glared at Tobey, noting the significance of his current position. Jeff, who sat to Adam's left, stared at both of them worriedly.

  "Yes, your Majesty," Tobey replied softly. He knew why Adam insisted he sit there. Adam wanted Tobey to see what he had brought on upon himself. He refused to allow Adam to see the pain within him when Adam stroked the beautiful stranger's arm.

  "This is Kyle, Tobey. Pretty, isn't he? King Kelleigh here is giving him to me as a present."

  Tobey willed back the tears that threatened to spill. He had chosen this path. He would live through it with pride. Adam would never see him cry.

  "I thank you, King Kelleigh, for the beautiful gift you have bestowed upon our King." Tobey turned towards the young King, bowing his head.

  "Kyle is a beauty all right, but you…" King Kelleigh reached out, lifting Tobey's chin lightly to meet his gaze. "You are precious, Lord Mitchell."

  Tobey looked at the King, who he might have found attractive before Adam. The young King had ascended the throne after his father's recent demise. His green eyes sparkled when he looked at Tobey, almost mischievously, his fingers lightly grazing Tobey's lips.

  "Get your hands off him." Adam yanked Tobey from King Kelleigh's grasp and into his arms, unseating the man already there. Tobey tried to look at Adam but the latter held him tight against his chest. He could only hear Adam's fast heartbeat and his own, rapidly increasing.

  "I apologise, High King. I did not mean anything by it." King Kelleigh murmured.

  "He is mine. And you don't touch what is mine." Adam ordered harshly.

  "I will remember that. What about my proposal?" King Kelleigh asked, worried.

  "Speak to my Chamberlain."

  With that, Adam lifted Tobey into his arms and strode away from the dining hall, unaware of the mixed emotions of the men he left behind. Some amused. Others bewildered. And not a few blinded by rage.

  "Your Majesty?" Tobey said tentatively when Adam threw him on the bed, pausing to look at him intently.

  "You are mine, Tobey. Do I need to remind you of that?"

  Tobey could only shake his head. Adam stripped himself of clothing before putting a knee on the edge of the bed to reach for the oil bottle.

  "Get your clothes off, Tobey. I have no time for gentleness, it's been too long." Adam stroked his cock with oil as he continued to look at Tobey.

  Tobey tore his clothes off as fast as he could before reaching out for the bottle in Adam's hand. He lay back on the bed, pouring some onto his hand. Spreading himself wide, he prepared himself for Adam. He was tight, tighter than usual; Adam had not called for him in weeks. That period had taught him how to please himself, however, and he did it now, inserting two of his fingers and spreading them wide inside of his ass. He hit his pleasure spot and his hips jerked involuntarily into the air.

  The mixed scents of their arousal filled the air making Tobey's nose flare in excitement. He watched with wide eyes as Adam approached him almost in a predatory manner, his hand pushing Tobey's away before he spread Tobey's legs further apart. Tobey's cock strained up, turning a deep red as the tip glistened with pre-cum. He whimpered as Adam leaned forward to lick the wet spot.

  "Adam… please…"

  "Please what, Tobey?" Adam asked as his tongue teasingly swirled around Tobey's cock.

  "In me. Please, Adam. C-can't last long." Tobey groaned.

  "So pretty, Tobey. So pretty when you want my cock so badly." Adam whispered hoarsely as he gathered the pre-cum that leaked from his own cock and spread it around Tobey's puckered hole. He guided his hard prick to Tobey's entrance and pushed in with one smooth move.

  Tobey's tight passage throbbed around Adam's hot shaft. He knew that he wouldn't last long. Tobey bucked under him, seeking completion as Adam started to move.

  "Mine, Tobey. You are mine." Adam grunted out as he rammed his cock into Tobey again and again.

  "Yours. Always yours, Adam." Tobey moaned. His body flushed pink, his eyes dilated black as Adam pounded him into the sheets.

  Stars exploded behind Tobey's eyes as Adam's cock touched his pleasure spot again and again. All too much. The love he felt for Adam. The familiarity of Adam in his arms again.

  "Open your eyes, baby. I need to see you." Adam groaned out.

  Tobey opened his eyes and Adam slid out halfway only to push into him once again. The look of love that blazed in Adam's eyes combined with his smooth thrust made Tobey come. Adam followed close behind, Tobey's wet heat convulsing around him.

  Later, when Adam tried to pull out of him, Tobey wrapped his legs tight around Adam's waist. He didn't want to let Adam go just yet, having missed the fullness of Adam inside him and the wetness seeping out of his hole. Adam only smiled, shaking his head when Tobey's lower lip jutted out in a pout. Turning to lie on his back, Adam hauled Tobey on top of him, ceasing his previous attempt to pull out. They fell asleep that way, Adam's arms wrapped protectively around Tobey, his limp cock still resting inside Tobey's sore hole.

  CHAPTER 6

  Almost as if the last few weeks never happened, Tobey moved back into Adam's bedchamber. He sat in on court sessions again. Some of the Ministers had even been relieved to see him there. Later, through Luke, Tobey found out that Adam had taken out his anger at their separation on everyone around him, including the Ministers.

  "He is calmer when you are around," Luke had said to him.

  Tobey stayed up late during the nights with Adam to speak of many things; their childhoods, their fantasies, their first loves. Though Adam got jealous when Tobey started speaking of his and proceeded to change the subject by making love to him as a strong reminder of whom he loved now.

  Afterward,
when Adam asked him whether he still felt anything for the ten-year-old Suzie of the past, Tobey laughed.

  They spoke of many things, except the one still causing distance between them.

  * * * *

  Adam felt torn. For the first time in his life, he realised he could be, that he was satisfied with only one man. And the man he held in his arms now was not him. He had come with images of Tobey running in his mind. It was not fair to any of them.

  "Your Majesty?"

  "I am going back to my chambers, Zachary."

  "So soon? You are not staying the night?" Zachary stroked Adam's chest, moving downwards to his now flaccid cock.

  "I need to get some sleep," Adam moved off the bed, putting on his robes.

  "He is there, isn't he?"

  Adam did not answer; instead, he kissed Zachary one last time before making his way out of the room. If he had turned back, he would have seen Zachary's face wet with angry, silent tears.

  * * * *

  Tobey woke up to the feel of Adam's arms around him. He smelled Adam's fresh scent and knew he had showered before coming to bed. The thought of Adam with another man made his heart clench almost painfully. But it had to be done. Adam had to be fair to the rest. One of the men in Adam's seraglio could even be carrying his heir now. That thought made the pain in Tobey's chest grow sharper. Without realising it, tears fell down Tobey's cheeks. Tobey wondered when he had become so weak.

  "Tobey… are you crying?"

  "N-No…"

  Adam turned Tobey to face him, grasping Tobey's chin. Tobey struggled and laid his head flat on Adam's chest instead. Adam felt the hot tears. "You are crying. What is wrong?"

  "Nothing, Adam. I'm fine. Just go to sleep."

  "Talk to me. Or I won't."

  Tobey continued to keep quiet.

  "I am sorry, Tobey."

  Tobey looked up then into Adam's eyes. "For what?"

  "For causing your tears. I'm sorry."