"I must thank the gracious king for taking me in as a show of faith the great Khans of the East," Neculai said graciously. Everyone seemed to be pleased and even some applauded this statement. What tale had he woven together while he was occupied with work?
Still, August just played along with Neculai's story and didn't say much so he didn't contradict him. However, his narrative seemed to be based around the Khans sending him as a peace offering to Romania, and though it was hasty, August accepted him with open arms so that there would be no fighting from the East. Now if only August could guarantee that, perhaps the narrative wouldn't be so bad. August had no idea if they would be able to maintain peace with the Mongols though, and so he was somewhat concerned, but he couldn't contradict him in front of the royal court. Therefore, he ate dinner quietly and retired back to his room as soon as he was able.
When he got to the room, he wasn't all that surprised to see Neculai already waiting.
"I sent Dracule down to have a look at the irrigation and the dams, and he found a few issues with the methods the peasants have been using. My suggestion is to have an aristocrat form a guild for farmers, and to require farmers to sign into the guild and receive lessons on proper damming techniques and irrigation models. The solution will probably take at least a month to come to fruition, but Romania was not built in a day," Neculai said.
Though August was surprised, and slightly annoyed at how Neculai seemed to have the answer to everything, he couldn't argue with his wisdom there. It seemed like a smart way to tackle the situation, and so he just nodded.
"I'll have that arranged tomorrow," he replied, and paused before he went on. "You know, Neculai, you're awfully anxious to help for someone who was as angry at being called upon as you were."
"I can be persuaded to do quite a lot for a lovely lad such as yourself," Neculai replied, and smiled as he saw the blush spread across August's cheeks. "You may be interested to know that I also managed to see the Khans today. In exchange for showing them a few parlor tricks, they agreed to leave Romania alone. They went on and on about it being a country of witches. The nerve! Them confusing vampires for witches."
"You spoke with the Mongols? But, how?" August asked. The Mongol's were at least fifty miles away from Romania, so the fact that Neculai had actually went to them and ironed their issues out was incredible. He almost couldn't believe it.
"Never doubt my powers, my boy," Neculai said darkly, a grin spreading across his pale lips. Regardless of this, August was exhausted, and he would simply have to oversee all the works that were in progress in the coming days. Having Neculai around to help was undoubtedly an amazing advantage. He could enjoy the favors that Neculai could give thanks to his experience and rather extraordinary powers, but he had to find some way to pull his own weight. If nothing else, it was a matter of pride that he oversaw the affairs of his own country, and not just allow Neculai to take over everything. Helpful or not, August was the king and despite Neculai’s past claims on the throne, it was not his for the taking.
So, August just tried to play it off as if it weren't the extravagant favor that it was. After all, he was still very wary of Neculai--and rightfully so. He was a powerful person, and even if he did appreciate him, he would attempt to maintain an air of aloofness. Now, if he could maintain that was yet to be seen, but he hoped.
"I see. Well, I do appreciate your help," August replied quietly, and went over to the wardrobe to get out a sleeping tunic. It was a thick, double lined cotton tunic that, while it wasn't his favorite, at least was modest. So, he took it into the bathroom, which as of late had become his changing room, and slipped out of the ornamented day wear, appropriate for a king, into the tunic, returned the extravagant piece of clothing to its place in the wardrobe, then got into bed. Whether it was the fact that he lost a bit of blood yesterday, or he had worked hard today to get a bunch of things squared away, or a combination of both, he didn't know. What he did know is something had made him just want to lie down for a little while and relax.
"Perhaps you might want to show me that appreciation?" Neculai asked in a deep, sultry voice that made the blush on August's cheeks grow a little darker, the implications of what Neculai meant sparked a small tendril of desire.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” August replied attempting to mutter with the air of oncoming sleep.
“Come now, my boy,” Neculai purred next to him. “It is clear that you have once enjoyed the touch of a man, though you may have put that aside for some time now. Am I wrong in my guess?”
August hesitated slightly, looking into his deep crimson eyes. Neculai was a fascinating specimen to be sure. Though his appearance was a bit strange, August did think that he was beautiful at the same time.
"What do you mean by showing my appreciation?" he asked, hesitating to agree, even though he suspected what Neculai meant.
"Why, I'm a king. I need my page, don't I?" he asked with a chuckle.
August was speechless at that, but he didn't stop him. Neculai leaned up onto his elbow and faced the young kind. “Let us be frank for a moment. We are both kings after all. We have earned the right to speak freely.”
“Alright,” August replied. Part of him found this wise old vampire incredibly attractive, even though they had only just met. Who would know, though? Besides, he could do what he bloody well wanted! He was the king after all, so he didn't need to be shy. August had always suspected that eventually he would join with some queen in an arranged marriage which would benefit both their countries, but truth be told it had been a good while since he entertained the idea of taking a lover for his own pleasure.
"I suppose you have a point, there," August conceded, looking into Neculai's eyes with lust.
“Tell me, my boy,” Neculai said. “Do you trust me?”
“Again, I confess I am not sure what you mean,” August replied. “I have woken you to help me save my kingdom, haven't I? If that does not indicate an element of trust, then I know not what would.”
“That is not what I mean. I want to know, on a deeper level, do you trust me?”
August's felt a thrill run through him. The lust in the Vampire's eyes indicated that he wanted more than conversation, and truth be told August could not resist the pull.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I trust you.”
After that, Neculai didn't hesitate to join August on the bed, his long fingers tracing along his fine frame through the cotton tunic.
"Neculai, before you do anything," August began, wanting to square away a few things before they got started. "When you were at dinner, how did you change your eyes, and your skin color?"
"I have a spell for that, m' boy. You didn't think that I could have ruled for 100 years without having a method to camouflage myself, did you?" Neculai asked, chuckling a bit. "Unfortunately, I was still found out. I gave a good run for my money, though."
"And why do you know the answer to all of my problems so effortlessly, like they're the simplest things in the world?" August asked. He just didn't understand why Neculai seemed so amazing at ruling a country. He almost wanted to give him the crown so he could rule the damn country, if he was so good at it.
"I've been around for a while my boy, and I've seen enough to know how to solve the basic ills of the country that I called mine for so many years. I lot has changed in the hundreds of years I've been asleep, but some things really never change," he replied softly as his elegant fingers still caressed his clothed form. Though August couldn’t feel how cold his skin was through the fabric, he still shivered. "I'll be here for as long as you need me, to help guide you as a ruler. You won't have to worry about that."
"Are you just pitying me because I'm a boy?" August asked, glaring at him.
"I'm not pitying you at all. Everyone needs a mentor to do something as difficult as run an entire country by yourself, and I will be yours," he replied softly, “In return I ask only that you trust me.”
Neculai hovered over August, and placed h
is hands along the young man's arms. He held a long black silken scarf in his hand. Where it came from August did not know. Neculai gently wrapped it around Augusts wrists and pulled them up above his head, attaching the other end to the headboard. August was so surprised by this that he wasn't entirely sure of how to react, but he just let himself relax, Though Neculai's skin was cold, that coldness was not all that unpleasant. August’s burning desire for him was mediated by his cold flesh, a glorious feeling indeed.
When he leaned away, August just looked at him, eyes glazed over by lust. "This is amazing," he replied.
"It's only the beginning," he replied in the same deep and sultry voice he addressed him in earlier. Though just moments ago, August was annoyed by the pretentiousness of the assumption he had made, that he would be interested in Neculai.Now August just found his deep voice incredibly alluring.
"Then please, show me what comes next," August cooed, making Neculai just grin as he proceeded to tear off his tunic, with slow and methodical movements and reveal August’s body underneath. He was lean and muscular, like a predatory animal. Yet the delicacy of his body was contrasted against him arching up towards him, as if begging Neculai to do something to pleasure him.
August could not compare how he felt in this moment to anything that had ever happened to him before. The power radiating from the vampire took him to another level of enticement. It felt strangely alluring to have all the power taken away from him. Giving a tug he tested the strength of the scarves around his wrists and found himself bound fast. He welcomed the sensation, his mind miles away from the troubles of the kingdom.
Neculai didn't hesitate to respond to him, gently running his long fingers down his hard body, exploring the gentle curves and fine structure a bit, and appreciating the youthful beauty at his mercy. Once he satisfied himself with that, he began to delicately play with his nipples, massaging them as August moaned out in pleasure. He was a responsive one, that was for sure. He loved it, and loved the eagerness of the boy.
When he took away his hands, he looked at him like he had just stolen something from him, and August arched his smooth body towards him again. "Please," he said softly.
"Don't worry, my boy. I won't leave you hanging," he said with a chuckle. He patted his hand with a light smack on August's thigh sending a delicious shock through his skin. Neculai’s fingers started to explore his firm manhood, making August feel pleasure that he previously didn't even dream of. He moaned out, trying not to be too loud, but as Neculai increased pressure and continued to stroke him, keeping the volume down was not the easiest thing that August had ever done. Still, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed himself as a wash of pleasure came over him.
August closed his eyes as Neculai continued to pleasure him with his expert hands, though August was surprised when he felt a finger slip in and begin to thrust in and out, loosening him up for what was to come.
"Oh, Neculai," he moaned out, raising his hips so as to encourage him to continue. "Give me more," he urged. The Vampire just chuckled, amused that August was so eager to continue when just moments before he'd been hesitant, but he wouldn't let his new lover go unsatisfied.
While Neculai tried to loosen him, he used his other hand to massage the younger man's cock until he thought that he was ready. August was a hot and sweaty mess by the time he'd prepared him for the main course, and Neculai just gave him a kiss and gently nipped along his jawline, making him shiver.
"Are you ready to receive your new king?" Neculai asked as he ran his long, elegant fingers along the torso, stopping to tweak his sensitive nipples.
August closed his eyes at that and moaned out, flipping over onto his stomach easily adjusting the ties on his wrists above his head, arching his body into his every touch as he moaned. He was an ambitious king, that was for certain. "Yes, I'm ready," August replied, arching his back to increase the skin to skin contact, just to feel closer to him. He was falling into bed with him a bit too fast, even for him, He had spent careful time creating an image of one who would court the right queen one day, for the betterment of the kingdom. All that had fallen away nearly effortlessly thanks to Neculai, but he at least wanted to know that he cared for him as more than just a beautiful youth that he was bedding. He was relieved when Neculai stroked him gently in response to his touch and gave him a kiss on the back of his exposed neck.
"If you’re not ready, we don't have to keep going," he said softly, holding his hand tighter.
"No! No, I'm ready!" August insisted. "I'm just a bit . . ." he trailed off, biting his lip and looking away from Neculai with a blush.
"Nervous? My boy, there's nothing to be nervous about. Just relax and let me show you how much fun there is to be had," Neculai said, and then gently pulled his hand away from August's, then ran his fingers along the insides of August's thighs, making him shiver once again.
"Okay," August agreed, looking over his shoulder at Neculai with total trust in his blue eyes. He almost felt bad for bedding such a young and eager youth, but it was clear that this young man had enjoyed the carnal touch of a man before, that he welcomed and surrendered to Neculai's power and , and that was also why he couldn't possibly resist.
Neculai carefully lined up his cock with his entrance and pushed it inside, centimeter by centimeter, though he had to stop almost immediately to let August adjust to the feeling. He gasped sharply, and his hips twitched, silently asking him to wait.
Though Neculai was quite worked up in the fun of the moment, he stopped without a second's hesitation and just leaned forward, giving August kisses on his neck, shoulders and back, and then small nip with his feral teeth along the pale curve of his neck. . The tension quickly went away, and Neculai felt the taut body below him relax. So, he slowly began to thrust--shallow at first, though August began to respond with loud moans.
"Oh, that's so good," August moaned out as he got deeper inside, and he didn't last long. As he kept thrusting, he began to rub against his cock as he had before. clit. Though it was quite a juggling act, he pulled it off with effortless finesse. Clearly this wasn't his first time, though August couldn't be bothered to worry about that as he just enjoyed himself. Not long into the pleasure, he let out a final moan, and then all went white for a moment as he experienced the first real orgasm in a long while, and certainly the best in his life.
Neculai continued thrusting until he finished inside, then he laid down and pulled him into his arms, giving August a kiss on the shoulder. "That was rather fun. We'll have to do this more often," he said, chuckling a bit as he held the young king to his chest. He just mumbled something in the affirmative through his sleepiness, yawned, and fell off into a deep and dormant sleep.
When morning rolled around, August got out of bed and got his tunic on, then walked out into the hall. He smiled when he saw Dracule, dusting the pictures in the corridor and waved to him.
"You know, I have known of your proclivity towards the masculine, but I never pictured you to be a necrophiliac, Sire," he said with a sly smile, and August could just feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"Oh, shut up! Do you want someone to hear you!" he shouted, probably loud enough for anyone in the entire hall to hear. Still, Neculai slept soundly, tucked away under the covers, warmer than he had been in hundreds upon hundreds of years.
Chapter Four
August worked out, with Neculai's guidance, a way to get the royal council to accept a union between them. He took Neculai on as the royal adviser to outside eyes, but those within the inner circles of the monarchy knew better. Neculai seemed always to know what the best solution to his problems were, to an almost frustrating degree. He had to get an answer as to how he managed.
"Neculai! Stop right there, mister. You're being held for a royal interrogation!" August said one morning as Neculai was leaving to go down to breakfast. He whined and looked over at his young king, pouting that he was being held up. Of course, he had no interest in actually eating the food, but being held for a royal interro
gation didn't sound like a very enjoyable experience.
"What exactly was your reign like, all that time ago? How did you have the experience for everything?" he asked, sitting down on their plush bed and waiting for an answer.
"Well, my king," Neculai answered, walking over to the bed and putting an arm around him. "I ruled after Vlad the Impaler. Vlad's son was actually my best friend, and the man that your Dracule is descended from. During my time, the Mongols were threatening Romania because of the Dracule line taunting them--which is a big reason as to why they had to give up the throne. In addition to that, the country was suffering from drought and other plights. During that time, I managed to see the country through all of it. Perhaps not as expediently as I helped you, but I had two hundred years to think about where I made my mistakes--and where I triumphed," Neculai replied.
August was surprised to hear about this, because he wasn't aware of much during Neculai's reign, due to the fact that he had been erased from the country's history by the scribes. He hadn't even realized that the Mongols were a problem during that time.
"That's amazing," August said, resting his head on his lover’s shoulder. August always did love how open he was. "Is that all you thought about while you were trapped in your prison?" he asked, looking into his deep crimson eyes.
"No. I also thought about how lovely it would be to have a lover with such delicious blood as yours," he said, and just laughed at the indignant look that he shot him. "No, my king. My thoughts were perpetually about the regrets that I had during my time as king. When you're trapped away from anything positive, that's all that you can dwell on."
August just held Neculai close. "I guess being trapped beneath the rock and never seeing the sun would do that to you," he commented, rather thoughtlessly. Neculai just laughed again upon hearing that.
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