Paw patrol one shots

Respect

"Okay what's wrong?" Marshall demanded, gently grabbing Chase's wrist and pulling him back. He'd managed to find his spouse just before they got back to the grand hall in the palace.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Chase denied, looking up at the Prince while his free hand smoothed the skirt of his gown.

Marshall studied the brunet carefully: he knew he was lying, but decided to drop the matter. For now at least.

The raven haired nodded and slipped his hand from Chase's wrist to his palm and gently intertwined their fingers. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of the other boy's head before leading him back into the crowded room.

All eyes turned respectfully to the young couple but Chase couldn't help but notice the gaze of the subjects was of course more focused on the Prince that was royal by blood. He couldn't help the almost silent sigh that left him.

Once the two were sat back on the thrones, on the right hand side of Marshall's father's, the chatter and music continued, allowing the brunet to relax some.

He felt a squeeze to his hand that his husband was yet to drop and looked to his right, hazel eyes colliding with blue.

"You're an awful liar." Marshall whispered - voice more concerned than accusing.

"I promise I'm okay." He tried to reassure him but there was a slight crack to his voice. Chase swallowed thickly when he noticed the King give a sideways glance - almost glare - to him. His eyes dropped to his lap, his empty hand fiddling with the hem of the slit in his dress.

Marshall caught this action and leaned closer to Chase.

"I don't care how my father is. I know he treats you differently because you're a carrier. I know that he shows no respect to my mother and minimal to myself. But I promise you - as I did in my vows - that I will treat you as my equal. You have my respect Chase. You have my undisputed love, respect and loyalty. I know what he is trying to tell me to do, but I am not him. I swear to you."

"That's just it." Chase countered. "I know that I have your respect. But... that's it. No one else will respect me because of how he tries to condition you and the Kingdom. He hasn't allowed you - or anyone to show me any kind of decency outside of our rooms. He will always step in front of me when I try to be by your side. He talks over me when I try to speak. He hardly calls me by name - just 'the carrier'. He sees me as something with one job and that is to spread my legs to let you in and hopefully a prince out. I know you have witnessed some of this but the rest is said when you're absent. He's the same with his own wife! How can I believe that these people will respect me when the majority of the family I married into can't?" The brunet's voice cracked and Marshall's grip tightened.

"Chase I-"

"Marshall!" The King hissed. The blue eyes turned but kept his spouse's hand in his own.

"Yes Father."

"Drop it's hand and shut your mouth." He ordered. Marshall glared and gripped Chase's hand tighter.

"I will not drop his hand. And I will not shut my mouth. My husband is upset and I am trying to console him." He grit back.

"Not in public you won't. We are royalty. We don't have problems."

"We are human - of course we do. I will comfort my husband when I see he needs it. Unlike you I don't want to be in a marriage strained of love that requires one party to find satisfaction elsewhere because they're too emotionally unavailable and too stubborn to solve the problem. I spoke my vows to Chase from my heart and I have every intention to keep my word like a man."

Chase smiled. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Queen do the same.

"It is a carrier. I only allowed this marriage to continue because you will get an heir out of this. None of our people will respect a carrier - they are below us."

"They will have to respect him."

"What could you possibly do to warrant that?"

"This." Marshall snapped back and stood from his own throne, Chase's hand still in his own. As before, all chatter ceased and eyes turned to the Prince.

He stepped so he was stood before his spouse and reached forward, fingertips brushing his jawline and tilting his chin up slightly, their eyes locking, making the corner of Chase's mouth twitching into the faintest of smiles.

The brunet's expression fell in shock when Marshall knelt before him with no warning. A quiet collection of gasps and muttering arose while Chase tried to stand. His husband just pushed him back gently by the hip, making him sit again.

Marshall looked up through his eyelashes, his head still bowed, and brought Chase's hand to his lips, gently kissing his knuckles, lingering for a few seconds. Chase's eyes stayed on him the whole time, his breath hitching at the gesture.

He knew the King was watching with a fire filled gaze.

The couple ignored everyone else within the four walls and took in the sight of one another.

Marshall couldn't help but notice his husband's breathing pattern change, the slight tug his teeth did on his bottom lip and the way his dress had moved, the slit now exposing the smooth skin of his thigh.

He looked up innocently before smirking a little. Chase swallowed thickly.

The blue eyed turned his head slightly, still kneeling, before speaking.

"Leave us." Those two words alone cleared the room of everyone except the King and Queen. Marshall's mother wanted to listen to her son and leave - her eyes said it all - but her husband had control of her.

"What do you-"

"I said leave Father." Marshall demanded in a slightly sterner tone that made Chase's legs twitch unwillingly.

The two royals glared at each other before the King huffed and strode off, his wife in tow. She mouthed a 'well done' to her son and smiled at her son-in-law before leaving and closing the door behind them.

The couple were alone and Marshall finally stood, the brunet doing the same.

"What the hell was that?!" Chase asked.

"A 'fuck you' to my father and anyone in the kingdom who thinks you don't deserve respect."

"You knelt at my feet in front of everyone." Chase stated.

"And?" Marshall shrugged, stepping closer, hands slipping to the others curved waist. "Did you not like that?"

"We'll no, I guess I did like seeing you from that angle." Chase muttered, still feeling slightly flushed.

"Yeah? Liked seeing me almost between your pretty thighs?" He mumbled, rubbing his lover's hips.

"Perhaps." Chase smirked, pushing the prince so he landed in his throne and positioning himself on his lap, placing his hands on the royal's shoulders.

Marshall smiled and leaned in, kissing his husband tenderly, basking in the glow of their adoration. He pulled away slightly, their noses resting against each other.

"So," he began, "I have proved my respect to you publicly." The prince slipped his hand to the exposed flesh of his lovers thigh, lightly tracing his fingers across the smooth surface. "How about I prove my love privately?"

"That sounds great," Chase replied, hands moving the the back of the other's neck. "Your Majesty."