Frog Prince

Part 5

The two men hadn't even had a chance to speak before the room was being filled with guards.  It was a mad house.  The guards were trying to shackle Gregory.  The prince was shouting at the them to stop.  The room was being destroyed.  The queen finally pushed through the chaos and with a barely raise voice, "Quiet! "  Immediately the room fell silent.  Even Gregory stopped struggling despite his undressed state.

"Mummy..." the prince started, but fell silent when the queen raised her hand.

She looked over the scene in front of her.  There were overturned chairs, smashed tables and water every where.  Two guards were holding the arms of an older, albeit handsome man.  She didn't bat an eye at his nakedness.  Her son was standing next to the guards, obviously trying to pull them away from the prisoner.  Lady Anthea slipped in during the ruckus and watched from the doorway, unnoticed.

"Please get the man something to wear.  I'm sure he's cold." the queen commanded with a twinkle in her eye.  "Now son, can you please explain why we are all standing in your bed chamber while you are entertaining?  Last I left you, you were mourning the loss of your frog."

Mycroft and Gregory both turned five shades of red.  "Mummy," he said in embarrassment. He went on to tell the story of how frog appeared - to the kiss - to Gregory being in the room, nude.  The queen stood there and listened.  "You do believe me, don't you, Mummy?" he asked.

It was at this point Lady Anthea came forward. "Prince Gregory, why were you cursed?"

"I was cursed for my bad manners."

Lady Anthea raised an eyebrow at that.

"I lacked the proper manners and respect for others befitting my station and was cursed to be a frog until I learned my lesson." he intoned in a formal tone.  He glanced at her for confirmation, and was rewarded with a smile.

"Did you learn your lesson, Gregory?" the queen asked.

"Yes , Your Majesty. I did." he replied with bow.

"So, if you just needed to learn some manners, why did I need to kiss you?" Mycroft asked in confusion.  Looking between his teacher and friend

"It's a simple learning curse coupled with a true love kiss release.  Their reward.  Isn't that correct, Lady Anthea."

"That is correct, my queen." 

The prince gaped at the two women. "How?" 

"Son. It was the same thing with your father.  I suspected that was what was happening with Frog."

"Yes. The king's curse was from my sister.  She prefers birds.  I like to stay with tradition."

Gregory rolled his eyes. "Just my luck.  I got the traditionalist." he muttered.

"I can turn you back." she warned.

"My apologies Lady."

"I can see we are no longer needed. Gregory can answer any further questions my son may have.  Lady Anthea, I would like to speak with you further, if you are amiable?"  the queen announced.

"Of course, Your Majesty." Lady Anthea replied with a  curtsy and followed the queen from the room.

The guards continued to hold Gregory, unsure what to do.

"Unhand him and leave."  the prince ordered.

The guards obeyed, post haste.

They just stared at each other, not sure where to start. Greg rubbed the back of his neck, "Shall we sit?"

They looked at the mess of furniture and then at the bed, "I suppose we could sit here." Mycroft suggested.  Greg shrugged and perched himself on the edge. The prince sat next to him, almost touching. Suddenly they burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

"So. What happened?" asked Mycroft.

"I was a prince of the Lestrade family.  France.  I was a lot like you; a pompous arse." He bumped  shoulders with his friend, letting him know he was teasing, sort of.  "I insulted the wrong person, your Lady Anthea, and she turned me into a frog."

"Lady Anthea is a witch?"

"Yes."

"Why is she teaching me protocol?  Doesn't she have anything better to do?" the prince questioned.

"In a manner of speaking.  She was trying to avoid cursing you. Wait." he told the young man before he could interrupt. "You are a pompous arse and were heading towards trouble.  That's where I was the last couple of days.  Discussing how to help you.  We decided you were to be given a test."

"A test." Mycroft was still in a daze with everything he was hearing.  Curses, witches, tests, all were known to him.  He just had never been part of any of it before.  Until today. Then it all happened at once.  He was starting to get a head ache.

"The kiss.  If you gave it to me, you kept your word.  If you refused.  We would be sharing flies at the well right now." Gregory smirked.

"I guess I passed then." 

"Is there anything further you would like to know or can we partake of some other activity?"  Greg leaned over to place a kiss behind his lover's ear.

Mycroft let out a soft hum of approval.  Greg laid his finger tips on Mycroft's jaw and turned his face to his for a soft kiss.  It was so much better than in his dreams.  He knew it was real this time.  His true love was real.  The soft lips were real.  The hand covering his own was real.  He silently thanked Lady Anthea for giving him his prince.

The prince was loosing himself to the pleasure of Gregory's kisses.  There was still a part that wanted more.  Wanted the hot demanding kisses he knew his lover could give.  He pulled away and crawled to the middle of the bed, removed his gown and laid back against the pillows.  He held his arm out and beckoned his lover.  A gentle smile on his lips.

Gregory grinned back. Hunger showing in his eyes. He rose from the bed and let his robe slip to the floor. He walked to the side table where there were several bottles and jars lined up. He looked them over carefully. Pausing to smell one jar or another. The young man watched with out comment. He knew what his lover was looking for. Finally, a simple pot containing a white cream was chosen. Greg handed it over. "Put it on. I want to watch."

AN: I know, I know. I'm being mean. I didn't want this to be a super long chapter. The next/ last chapter is nothing but gratuitous smut. Enjoy. -DD