The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Emperor x Drake x Grayson

If you haven't read both of the Emperor x Drake stories, then this one might be confusing or very strange!
There is a suggestion that tells you what happened in the second part, but nothing graphic happens in this one.
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The emperor finished locking the hybrid's neck in chains, making sure that it was a perfect fit. Drake grabbed it, and lightly pulled on it to feel it choke him. It had been four months since he was brought to the palace as a prisoner, but this chain wasn't to keep him captive; he didn't know why the emperor had wanted him to wear it. It brought back unpleasant memories.
The collar he had worn for months. It was something the emperor liked to have him wear at almost all times. It was something that reminded the hybrid of his place, and remember that he now belonged to the royal tyrant.
Since the night that he was brought to the palace, and realized that he couldn't escape, he chose to stay with the royal man and began to live like a noble. Of course, there was a price to pay, but he had grown used to it. Give his body to the emperor to keep Grayson safe if he was ever captured. It was something that Drake literally couldn't refuse. Either way he was stuck here, so he figured that agreeing to the deal would at least keep him from being locked in a cell, and maybe keep Grayson from dying.

"Why do I have to wear this, master?" Drake asked, using the name the emperor preferred the hybrid to call him by.

The emperor smiled. "Remember that I told you of a prisoner that was brought in the other day?"

  "Yes master, but what does that-" Before he could finish, the emperor pulled him forcefully by the chain on his neck.

  "You'll find out in due time." The emperor finally replied.

Drake growled as they walked down the hall. Why did he have to have a crush on this jerk? He let out a sigh, looking down at the red carpeted floor as he was pulled along. He had grown used to his life here, but sometimes he would remember the freedom he once had. He didn't like being used, but he had grown to become hopeless with escaping the emperor's hold on him. But, this place kept him from feeling alone.
He wore a blue military jacket, with purple trims. His pants were the same shade of blue, with a black leather belt and long black boots. He also wore gray gloves, with a grey cape. He liked having new, clean clothing, as well as being able to clean his hair properly. His brown and black locks were no longer greasy and now a more natural fluffy. One of the many benefits of living in the palace.
They entered the throne room, where the emperor sat down, letting Drake stand by his side. Drake looked at the man in the corner of his eye, noticing the smile and look of satisfaction and anticipation on his face. Drake blushed, wondering what thoughts were going through his mind.

"Now, don't do anything stupid, darling." The emperor said to him.

Drake gave a slight bow of his head. "Yes, master. Why would you assume I'd do something like that?"

The emperor never gave a reply. He looked back at the golden doors, waiting for the prisoner's arrival. Drake looked down at his side, grabbing the hilt of the diamond sword that rested within it's sheath. If this prisoner was dangerous, then he had to be prepared to protect the man he had grown to love. Even if he was held back by a collar and chain.
Sure, the emperor was cruel, but he knew no other way to describe how he felt. The emperor was the only person he had truly been around and treated him somewhat kindly in the four months he was here. Even the magi guild didn't treat him too kindly unless the emperor was around. To everyone, he was a monster. No one seemed to understand why the king had any affectionate feelings towards him.
Though, he had felt those strange feelings like love the first night when he was bought here. When he...
Drake was pulled out of his thoughts when the large golden doors suddenly swung open, the guards pulling in a struggling prisoner. His skin was bruised and scarred, with his lip bleeding. His clothes were torn, with some spots covered in blood. Drake gasped and his mis-matched eyes widened, recognizing that blonde hair and that black jacket.