Kingsbane

Chapter 10

     It was not a fever or an ache that woke Grayson, but instead an absence. Siva wasn't with him. The bed was empty, and he was alone. It was strange. For the last two days the king had not left him, had stuck by his side, flirting and shoving vitamin mixture down his throat. They'd gone to the theatre, roamed flea markets, strolled the park, and watched the sunset every evening.
    "Siva?"
    "Here." The Fae's voice whispered. Grayson rolled over to find the man he sought sitting in an old chair, in his true form, staring absently out the window. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
    "No." Gray replied, running a hand over his face and hiding a yawn with the back of his hand. "Are you okay?"
    "Yes, don't worry." He replied, a soft smile touching his lips briefly as he rolled a cigarette. "I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you with my tossing and turning."
    Gray watched silent for a few moments as the other man lit his cigarette. It felt as though he should ask what was wrong, but then, he didn't want to pry. If Siva wanted to tell him, he would. So, eyes still heavy, he lay back down.
    Minutes trudged by, and even though he was still tired, he couldn't fall back to sleep. Instead, he laid there, dark eyes on the Faery King. Siva didn't seem to notice his staring, that, or he didn't care. Flipping ash out the open window, the man looked at his scars with vacant eyes. "Grayson." He breathed, "Distract me."
    "From what?"
    "Sverre said no." Siva blew smoke and then rested his face in his palm. "He doesn't want to help us."
    "Oh." Gray snuggled deeper into his pillow. "Well, it was a lot to ask."
    "No. It wasn't." Siva hissed vehemently, "Not when I have asked nothing from him my entire life. How hard is it to kidnap you, and push you across the border? It would be simple for him. He's got that whole territory under his control."
    "Maybe he's just doing it to keep you safe. If you get caught you'll be in a lot of trouble, right? He's probably trying to protect you."
    "I have it all worked out. If he follows my instructions, no one will ever know." Though Siva's words still held a trace of irritation, it was obvious that his theory had brought his anger to a simmer.
    "I'm not really comfortable with you taking such a big risk either, honestly. It's not worth screwing things up with your wife and causing such a huge scandal. Sverre knows that. I'm sure that's why he doesn't want to help."
    "So, I'm supposed to just let you die?"
    "I guess so." Grayson closed his eyes, the tormented look on Siva's features too hard to witness. "It's okay."
    "It's not!" Siva cried, abandoning his tobacco and getting to his feet. "I have to go back to Faery in five days." Here he held up his hand, fingers splayed. "Five. Do you understand what will happen when I get there? I'll be forced to attend stupid ceremonies, perform annoying fertility rituals, and knock up my brother's soul-mate, but worst of all, Grayson," His tone grew soft again, and his eyes misty. "by the time all that is over, you'll already be dead."
    "How long will you be gone?"
    "Siofra is only fertile for a month every one thousand years. So, at least that long." Siva sat down heavily on the bedside, shoulders slumped, elbows resting on his knees, and head in his hands. "One week here is a day in Faery... So a month there..."
    "That's over seven months."
    "And you've only got two, if your lucky."
    "Then we better stop wasting time." Grayson whispered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Siva's neck from behind. "In all the time you've squandered sulking, I could have come twice."
    "You little brat." Siva chuckled, tilting his head to the side so that Grayson had a larger area in which to nip and kiss. As he did so, Siva shuddered and his dick hardened. He tried to restrain himself, knowing Gray was trying to seduce him in the gentle way so befitting the boy, but slow and steady was not something that came naturally to him. He wanted it. Now.
    "Siva." Gray growled, as he turned on him and pinned his back to the mattress, green eyes alight, his slit pupils thin. It was a little unnerving, but at the same time, enticing. Just how wild could this creature become? Gray decided to antagonize it a little more, but before he got the chance, Siva shredded his t-shirt and practically ripped the boxer shorts from his hips.
    Just as he was about to complain, the Fae flipped him over. "Wait-" Gray gasped, "Are you serious? Already?"
    "Hush up." Siva breathed, "You asked for it."
    "Siv-"
    The Fae cut the boy's plea short with a thrust of his hips. Gray whimpered, and balled his fists in the comforter. The sound of it only egged Siva on. With each pounding Grayson uttered a knew and exciting little noise that sent his lover reeling with pleasure. Sweat rolled down their bodies and both panted before Siva came. With a long and praise filled moan, the Faery King was sated.
    "Now, your turn." He smiled, remaining inside of his partner as he reached his long arms around the boy's hips and grasped his throbbing cock. With the other hand he teased Gray's right nipple as his tongue and teeth ran rampant all over his back. Coordination was the key, and good God, did Siva have the whole ring.
    Just before Gray finished, Siva pulled out of him, hitting that perfect spot just in time. Grayson saw white lights flash across his vision and his whole body shuddered as an unimaginable ecstasy racked him. His heard thundered in his ears and he couldn't catch his breath. Siva caught him as his strength failed him, cradling him in his arms against his chest where his heart too, was drumming madly.
    To his dismay, Gray found himself too weak to hold his own head up. Siva caught his cheek in his hand and looked down at him. "I'm so sorry." He murmured, already seeing the purple bruises forming where his fingertips had held to hard. "Are you alright?"
    "Perfect." Grayson managed to mumble as his tongue began to melt. His muscles began to tremble and he could no longer fight the weight of his eyelids. After such splendor, the sickness he felt now only seemed worse. But worth it. Even if he died tonight, it was worth it. He'd completed his letter to his family, quit his job, and willed all his shit away. There was nothing left undone now. Death could have him, so long as it waited until Siva laid him down. He could not bear the thought of something, anything, taking him from the king's arms at that moment.
    As Gray faded out, Siva clung to him, tears running down his face for the first time in hundreds of years. No words could have explained the magnitude in which this boy had shaken him, demolished him. It was the sweetest decline into madness he could ever have dreamed of, but damn it if he didn't fear the darkness. Without Gray, all light would be gone.
    He had to get Sverre to reconsider.