「 King 」

Jin-Woo slept soundlessly.

Eyes watched his sleeping form, hundreds upon hundreds of dead alive eyes.

Beru, former Ant-King and now knight of the shadow sovereign, watched with them.

No words could describe his devotion to his king.

His eyes roamed his kings mortal form, the unmarred flesh which was exposed from a misplaced blanket.

Up the legs to the muscled thights and then to the hips.

His king stirred and Beru realized that he once more came in the real world and was standing above his king.

His, his, his... (Not his)

Beru swallowed his dry saliva and hovered with one of his hands above his kings ribbled stomach.

The Ant hesitated.

Images rouse unbidden in his head, of his king squirming beneath him.

Flushed, aroused, begging...

And Beru would worship his majesty's mortal form, would show his king how he was the only knight he needed.

Igris hissed before Beru could touch his sovereign.

(Never yours!)

His hands hovered over the flesh before Beru klicked in his mind, annoyed.

He doesn't like Igris (who the king trusted with his back, most trusted) but Beru removes his hand and takes a step back.

The knight watches his (neveryoursneveryoursneveryours) king, sleeping soundlessly, blissfully unaware of the dangerous (Nottohimnevertohim) entity above him and slips back in the shadows.

His time would come.