A/N this was written by some very good longe term fans of mine. Enjoy and laugh as I have enjoyed and laughed. Supposed to be after chapter 6.
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The door slammed open and Ramoy appeared in the room, startling Andrew somewhat. The pair paused, locked awkward, expected eyes and then waited 'Sorry' Ramoy slurred 'wasn't supposed to be that dramatic' then he took a large swing of wine from a bottle sitting open on the table adjacent to the door and sat heavily on the leather seat.
Andrew frowned at the mess of a king before him. He was worried. So,' Ramoy sang out 'war war war, let us discuss war like MEN, for we are MEN are we not Andy?' The kings tone was sarcastic but his face held no emotion.
'War?!' Andrew took a sharp intake of breath, once again seething 'I think talk of who gets to spear your brothers head'.
Just as Ramoy started to retort another drunken song, swishing his wine glass up into the air, Nick, the dungeon guard burst suddenly through the doors.
Ramoy sighed heavily and lounged back into his chair, legs tossed aside on the arm. 'Ohh what is it Nick? What now?'.
'Who is this?' Andrew asked bitterly, he stared at the guard dressed only in a leather gimp suit.
'Oh this is Nick, my dear sweet Nicky' Ramoy said seductively pacing over to him 'Nicky helps me relief all my stresses don't you my darling' he giggled, running a hand down his body to Andrews dismay.
'I do as I am ordered Sir by the King' Nick replied awkwardly to Andrew's fixed glare.
'Damn right you do, he's a good boy!' Cried Ramoy, slapping Nick's arse (A/N They mean Ass) in the process.
'I see,' Andrew coughed awkwardly and looked towards the window which had suddenly become very interesting, a sadness crept to the young kings features. He shook his thoughts away 'pray Ramoy I'd we could only get back to business?'
Ramoy sighed heavily 'don't the grown ups try to ruin all the fun?' He chuckled flirtatiously at Nick, who remained level faced, running a hand playfully up to his face and slapping it gently. 'Oh alright' he turned suddenly, seemingly done with Nicky now, 'but let me first deal with this business, prey Nicky daaaaarling. What's wrong with my precious.... dungeon?' He cocked an interests eyebrow and swigged wine. The red that stained the kings clothes remained oblivious to him 'is it the whips? Is it the chains? Ohh no, did someone sit on my favourite paddle?'.
Nick looked down awkwardly at his clothes 'well, actually Sire it's my clothes, see people come here to be tortured mostly, not ask for your requests, so they just all do the laughing really, I haven't tortured anyone in weeks who isn't shaking with laughter in the thumb screws. It's my protruding bulge I reckon, they're a bit tight'.
Ramoy smiled and strolled over to him 'exactly my intention dear Nicky, the tightness I mean. I wouldn't worry about the comments, it's mine you should care about really' he winked over at him as Andrew sat with clenched fists and a reddening face.
'What is the meaning of this Moymoy? I know we cannot be together but this is no way to react in retaliation!'
'Relatiation?! Puhlease Andy daaarling, I don't need you,' Ramoy turned and focused on the two Andrews before him 'or you,' he pointed to an empty space beside the other king 'to tell me how to,' he suppressed what he hoped was just a belch 'live my sex life..... after all,' he swigged yet again, completely missing his mouth 'you left me for BOSSOM CENTRAL' Ramoy tripped and caught himself on nicks obvious bulge before pulling himself up, standing fully and swaying. His sad eyes locked upon the foreign king.
'Ramoy' Andrew said softly, ' you don't have to do this to yourself, you don't have to drink to hide the pain anymore, I'm sorry, you know how I really feel'. Andrew thought back to the night Ramoy and him danced in the ballroom, he thought about how the dance had ended too, with his hand leading Ramoy to his chamber. Without thinking Andrew locked lips with a bewildered Ramoy then pulled back 'is there any way I can make it up to you?'
Ramoy smiled, eyes glinting 'ohhh there sure is Andy, Nick, prepare the dungeons!'
Nick stood straight and did a solute 'Yes sire! Will you be requiring a full set up and the keys to said private dungeon?'
'Absofuckinglutely!!' Cried Ramoy, throwing the glass over his shoulder and exiting, his and Andrew's hands intertwined together.
