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The King and the Tutor	By : phoeyay Category: -Misc Anime > General Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: By the Fireside
- 2-Chapter 2: In the Bath
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A/N: This is where the story gets... adult. Enjoy!
One evening, Heine walked through the door to the king's chambers with an odd stiffness in his gait, as if he were in pain. Victor stood from his desk, stepped forward and placed a hand on the tutor's shoulder as he approached. "What's troubling you, friend? You don't look well."
"Your sons, naturally," was the sardonic reply. Heine gave something resembling a small smile in order to soften the harshness of his words. "I had a particularly strenuous bout of chasing down Leonhard for his lessons yesterday, and my muscles are simply reminding me that I am no longer young."
Victor suppressed the habitual curiosity that made him want to ask when, precisely, Heine had been young. He knew his old friend would always find a way to evade answering.
"I have just the thing." Victor smiled warmly. "Join me in my bath."
"Pardon?"
"In my private courtyard there's a heated bath, much like a small version of the public ones in town. It's perfect for easing muscle aches, and we can easily both enjoy it with room to spare. Come..." Victor was already on his way towards the French door that led out to his courtyard, peeling off his clothing as he went.
"I'm honored, Sire..." Heine followed along looking dubious, still walking stiffly and now feeling an odd apprehension to boot.
Victor showed him to a bench by a small wicker hamper, one side free for him to sit on, one side piled high with fluffy towels. "The hamper is for your things. Please make yourself at home."
Heine sat uneasily on the bench, still fully clothed. He watched the king, now shamelessly nude, stride over to the bath and dip in first his toes, then his entire lower body.
Disrobing in company had never been easy for Heine. His small body was not, in fact, that of a child, but had the sinewy muscles of a man's. In its way this made him more self-conscious. He himself found it grotesque and offensive to look at, and didn't want to offend others in the same way. Faced with such beauty as the king's, it seemed even worse somehow.
The redhead shook himself irritably. If I make a fuss over it now, it only draws more attention, he decided, and reluctantly began to remove his garments and place them in the hamper.
Victor, whose back was turned, happened to glance behind him at a most inopportune moment, when the tutor had just removed everything and had yet to wrap himself in a towel. "Coming?" he quipped, an amused smile on his face. Heine was suddenly hot all over. He felt himself turning red from head to toe, half with embarrassment, half with rage. Beautiful people are truly a curse upon humanity!
Seeing the blushing Heine, the king realized he'd made his guest uncomfortable and tried to change tack, pretending he hadn't noticed. "When the air has a nip to it like this, the water feels particularly wonderful. You're going to love it."
Heine, now wrapped firmly in a towel that covered him from his chest to his knees, made his way to the bath. He shucked off the towel and plunged himself quickly into the water, taking care not to splash, but then found himself turning red for a different reason. "h-h-h-h-hot!"
The king chuckled. "Sorry, I should have warned you. It's best to ease oneself in a little at a time. You'll get used to it momentarily, though."
After the initial shock, the tutor found that Victor was right, and that the water was calming his frayed nerves as well as relaxing his aching muscles.
"Divine, isn't it?" The king smiled happily. He liked to see the habitual sour expression banished from his friend's features, if only briefly. When relaxed, he's truly beautiful to look on..
Though Heine seemed more at ease now, Victor could still sense an over-arching discomfort permeating the atmosphere. I know what usually takes care of that though... "Oh, but I've forgotten the most important part! The wine. Please allow me to pour you some, as your host."
"Wine, in here?"
"Why not?" Victor emerged from the bath, returning a moment later from his room with a perfectly chilled bottle of riesling and two glasses. Heine closed his eyes so as not to stare at the nude vision before him. Annoyingly, Victor didn't immediately slip back into the water but sat on the edge, taking care to set up the bottle and glasses where they would not fall, and slowly pouring out a portion for each. Heine's attempts to avert his eyes became more and more difficult and obvious as the process was drawn out. Finally, Victor held out a glass and Heine took it with relief. Now he could stare into the depths of the pale liquid instead of at the glistening king. They're similar, though... he mused pointlessly. ...with his golden hair and elegant build, he is very like a glass of fine white wine... Heine realized with some embarrassment that his body had begun responding to the sight of Victor in the nude, dripping wet. He gave a prayer of thanks for the heavy blanket of steam that obscured everything beneath the water.
"You seem deep in thought. Anything of interest?"
The tutor immediately masked himself with nonchalance, inwardly kicking himself for his stupidity. "Merely some airy aesthetic thoughts I don't usually indulge in. I was considering how lovely the wine looks reflected in the crystal."
Victor eyed his own glass idly. "Wine is truly beautiful when shared with those we care for deeply." His blue eyes flicked up over the top of his glass and locked with Heine's brown ones. Such large and lovely eyes, such a sweet face...
Heine took the challenge and stared steadily back into the king's eyes. I will not turn away or blush like some kind of virgin maiden. I am a man. Despite what he told himself, though, Heine felt a soft warmth in the pit of his stomach at Victor's words. When had friendship changed into this? He hated it. It was weakness, and he wanted to squash it like an offensive insect. His eyes narrowed as he continued to stare Victor down. "You always were disgustingly maudlin, weren't you, Your Majesty?"
Victor was in the habit of flinching and turning inward when the tutor addressed him formally, but to Heine's surprise his reaction was different this time. His eyes grew even more warm and tender, and he moved to close the distance between them. "You call me Your Majesty when I've begun to break down your defenses, don't you, Heine? It's your last desperate attempt to maintain the distance between us."
Painfully aware of his continuing stubborn arousal, Heine maintained his calm and detached outer veneer, raising his eyebrows slightly to indicate a keen intellectual interest in the conversation. "No matter how close we are in an informal setting, Sire, the social distance between us must be acknowledged whether we like it or not. As for maintaining it, I wouldn't do that if I had any choice in the matter, but the fact is that it will never go away."
Victor was close now, sitting beside Heine on the ledge built for that purpose inside the bath. The king's knee brushed carelessly against the tutor's. He leaned in, his voice soft and full of feeling. "Perhaps in society, perhaps in the minds of the ignorant, you and I will always be denizens of different worlds. But reality is manifold, and we can create our own little world right here."
"I don't desire an escape from reality, Sire. It would end badly for the two of us, and worse for the kingdom and royal family that we both care for."
"Nor did I propose an escape - merely the creation of a new reality, one we can step into and out of as we see fit." Victor set his wine glass back onto the rocks at the edge of the bath, and sat for a moment staring down at the swirling ghosts of steam on the surface of the water.
"Heine..." ...as he heard the king speak his name, Heine's eyes widened and that soft, tender weakness in the pit of his stomach caught fire. The tenor of the conversation had abruptly changed.
"Heine," repeated Victor, turning to look at the smaller man, his voice oddly hushed and his gaze almost desperate in its intensity "...may I touch you?"
Heine set down his wine glass with a shaking hand. "I have an alternate proposal, Your Majesty."
Heine's hand caressed Victor's jaw lightly. He pulled himself forward in the water, tilted his head to the side, and planted his lips firmly on the king's. He was rewarded with a shudder of surprise and pleasure as Victor realized that in this kiss was the sharing of a secret - the secret of just how deep Heine's hidden emotions ran. Heine took command of the larger man's mouth, sucking and probing, asserting his own desire, his own need, rising to Victor's challenge and surpassing it.
He pulled reluctantly away and stared searchingly into the ice-blue eyes. To his surprise, the king did not seem shocked or repulsed. "I was trying to protect you from these feelings by holding them back from you, Sire. You pushed me too far. I am sorry."
Victor smiled languidly, as if he had just polished off a particularly delicious slice of torte, then he reached for Heine and returned the kiss.
Heine felt himself pulled close to the well-muscled chest, his slim back and shoulder blades encircled by Victor's strong arms, the king's mouth covering his. Victor's left hand crept up to cradle the back of the tutor's head, ruffling his shock of ginger hair, holding him in place, steady and yet shaking ever so slightly with pent-up emotion. When the kiss threatened to make them both short of breath, Victor finally stopped, but kept Heine close to him, losing himself in the tutor's steady gaze. His words were the merest whisper. "Your apology is accepted, but your deed can never be undone. You will take responsibility."
Heine took a moment to find his voice again.
"You don't find my body... unattractive, then?"
The king stared for a moment at his childhood friend's puzzled expression, and could not suppress a chuckle. "You fool. What do you think?"
"This is an abomination of a body. I gave up on any possibility of a love life long ago because of it."
"So you've told me. But you were wrong, Heine." Victor's expression grew more serious, as he realized he needed to convince the smaller man of just how wrong he was. He grasped one of the tutor's delicate long-fingered hands, and guided it shamelessly down through the water and between the royal thighs. Heine shuddered with desire as his hand slid down the length of the king's raging hard-on. The desire only became more pronounced when the larger man whispered in his ear "That's all your fault, you know."
Suddenly, Heine drew his hand away, an expression of anguish on his face. "I am sorry, Victor. I cannot..."
"Why not?"
"Do you remember when we spoke of the great loves of our lives? You told me there was someone you had loved for a long time, and I told you there was no one. I lied."
A sharp pain pricked the king's heart. "You have someone..."
"You, Victor. I love you and only you. That's why I can't bear to be a substitute for the one you told me of, the one you long for but can never have."
"Oh, Heine..." the king's voice broke and he seemed close to tears. He threw his arms around the Heine's neck and buried his face in the smaller man's chest. "Heine, forgive me for being so unfeeling towards you for so long."
He raised his head and looked deeply into the redhead's eyes, wanting to make sure his message was delivered, and that he saw the reaction.
"It was you that I spoke of, Heine." The tutor's eyes, normally so guarded and expressionless, widened in disbelief. Victor wiped away an errant tear from the smaller man's cheek.
"It has always been you that I have loved. Alw-..." he was cut off by the royal tutor's deep kiss.
The king basked in the joy of holding his lover tightly, exploring his soft mouth, knowing... Heine drew away, only to murmur softly into the king's ear. "Victor... my Victor..."
Heine, as he was so often wont to explain, was a full grown man. In his small chest beat a man's heart. Through his veins ran a man's red blood, and in the pit of his stomach, at the base of his groin, in the depths of his soul, slept the voracious and unforgiving appetites of a full grown man. Victor knew this, understood it viscerally from the look that darkened the small tutor's eyes as he pulled back from the kiss. The look awakened Victor's own appetites, no less strong, but perhaps more yielding in some way. Victor knew what the redhead needed most now. He remembered with some embarrassment the times he had thought of those sincere and unflappable features as pretty, cute, or sweet. How did I not see this boldness, this predatory hunger? What must it mean for a man to spend his life not looking like a man?
Victor reached down to caress the tutor's erect member. He was surprised at the size, which wasn't a match for his own but was still respectable, even for a grown man. He focused in on Heine's piercingly beautiful eyes, alive now with desire, and relished the feeling of how he was making those eyes shine with each gentle stroke. The eyes of the one he loved, the one he had never believed he would be able to do this with...
"Heine ... " it spilled from his lips before he could think of what he was saying. "I want this..." the king felt his face flush pink... "I want this inside me."
And just like that, after lying dormant within the tutor, locked away for long years by decorum, self-loathing, fear of ridicule and rejection, a wild passion awoke. Victor could see it, could feel it, taking hold in every ounce of Heine's being. His velvety voice, huskier than usual, seemed to caress the king's eardrum even as his right hand reached down to boldly caress the king's ass. "How can I refuse a request from His Majesty, the king himself?"
Victor's muscles were already relaxed by being submerged in the warm water, and two delicate fingers slipped easily inside him.
Victor leaned back against the side of the bath, his chest and shoulders above the water and everything else submerged. Heine continued to probe and scissor until he felt Victor's opening loosen and relax further around his fingers. "Can I put it in now?" he asked, still not completely able to believe what he was about to be allowed to do to the king of Grannsreich.
Victor looked up at the redhead, a slight blush touching his cheeks, his eyes shining with lust or love or both. "y-yes."
Heine placed the tip of his manhood at the opening and paused just for a moment as even that sensation seemed like it would overcome him. Victor...
He eased himself partly in but found it difficult to go slowly because of Victor's tightness around him. He thrust forward and shoved it in as far as it would go. Victor let out a gasp that was half pain and half animal lust as he felt the tutor enter him.
Heine looked down at the beautiful man below him, the muscled shoulders leaning against the side of the bath, the long arms that had been carelessly resting there, now clinging to the tiled surface in an attempt to ease the pain he felt. I can't move inside him yet, not while he's like that.
But when Heine dared to look up at the king's face, he saw nothing but love there. Victor seemed to glow with happiness, even as he clung to the side of the bath, seemingly for dear life. "I have wanted this for so long, Heine." The tutor saw tears standing in his lover's eyes. He bent forward gingerly and kissed the king's luscious mouth, taking time now to enjoy the feel of it with leisure rather than the desperate possessiveness he had felt earlier. Tasting him, feeling his breath and pulse through the motions of his lips and tongue.
But the possessive feeling had not left Heine. He drew back from the kiss and saw again the king's beauty laid before him, and he was full of jealousy. He belongs to his family, his children, his subjects and his kingdom.. I want him to be mine and only mine, but such a thing can never happen. Only right here, right now, do I have him to myself.
"Will you be alright if I move?"
Victor nodded, no longer trusting his voice, and Heine slowly drew himself out partway, then pushed back inside as gently as possible. The king moaned deliciously as he felt the tutor's member push back inside him.
"if you continue to make such lewd sounds, Your Majesty, I will not be easy on you."
The king looked up at his lover in a haze of desire. "...don't want...easy..." he managed, stopping to take a breath that ended in another shuddering moan. "ahhhh... I just want you, Heine... want you buried in me ... to the hilt..."
Inside Heine, a small thread snapped that he hadn't noticed was in danger of snapping. Suddenly, his self control was nonexistent. Love, desire, jealousy, all of it became fuel for his actions, and rationality fled. In a harsh whisper by the king's ear he managed to get out one coherent thought "don't say... I didn't warn you."
Heine drew out again, almost completely, and this time he was not gentle. He slammed into the king repeatedly, thrusting with everything he had, drawing out the beautiful moans and gasps, his mind and soul consuming the lewd sounds like a starving man eating his first full meal in years. Heine's violent thrusts shoved Victor's glistening, perfect body roughly against the tiles.
The king regained some mobility and pushed back against Heine with his hips, forcing the tutor's cock even deeper inside, wanting to feel every inch of it in him, and damn the pain. The pain now was quickly giving way to pleasure at any rate, and Victor felt it mounting in his groin. "Heine.. I think I'm about to... "
The tutor stopped at the end of his thrust. "No, not yet." He reached down and gripped the base of the king's throbbing cock forcefully, cutting him off from his release. He bent down to whisper in the blond man's ear. "You will cum when your tutor tells you to cum."
Victor shuddered in an ecstasy of pent up desire, staring up at Heine in a kind of haze, on the brink of tears and yet savoring every moment of what was happening. "Yes... Teacher..."
Heine wanted to make this moment last forever, but he knew he was almost at his limit as well. He cupped his hands around the king's hips and hoisted the larger man up, planting him on the edge of the bath.
The sudden exposure to cool air brought Victor away from the brink of orgasm, but feeling his lover lifting him so effortlessly meant that he was not even close to going soft. Where does that uncanny strength come from? Ah well, he'll never tell me... He looked up admiringly at the small man who had captured his heart and yet remained such a mystery.
Heine stared sharply down at the soaking wet and beautifully exposed king. "This way you won't dirty the water," he said. "And..." this in a low and intimate growl as he bent over his lover and shoved himself deeper inside, "and, this way I get to watch as you spill yourself all over me." Victor would have done just that, immediately, if Heine had not foreseen his reaction and clamped down again on the base of his large, straining cock.
In spite of his insecurities, Heine did know some things about the congress of a man with a man, and one of them was that the one on the receiving end should not be allowed to climax first, as any further contact after that would likely cause pain. They would go together, or Heine would go first. That possessiveness rose in his breast again. "Let me fill you up with me, Victor. Let me mark you."
Gasping in a prison of lust and pleasure and pain, Victor's voice cracked beautifully as he mouthed out "...yes...please..."
Heine doubled the force of his thrusts, but slowed the speed, letting himself become lost in the sensation of being squeezed by the tight channel. He felt himself on the brink. His gaze pierced into the king's eyes again, both faces aflame with passion, reflecting one another. "Now, ask your teacher nicely... if you can cum."
"Ah!" The sensation and the lascivious words of his lover overcame Victor, and for a few moments he could manage nothing but harsh gasping. "S-s-sensei... please... may I .. cum.."
"Very well," Heine whispered as he released the pressure on the king's member and thrust himself inside one final time.
Victor felt the warmth of Heine's seed spilling into him, wetting him and making him feel he was melting inside. No longer able to hold on, he released his own load. He watched it arc upward, drops bedewing the small tutor's face and chest, some of them splashing back warmly onto the king's belly. Someone was letting out the most embarrassingly lewd moan he had ever heard. Victor realized it was him. Heine held himself inside the king for as long as he felt like Victor would be able to stand it, and reached out his hands to touch that lovely face, now covered with tears and contorted with passion as he had never dared hope to see it. "My Victor..."
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Prince Licht looked over the test that had been handed back to him for today's private lesson. "It seems to me you grade me more harshly than my brothers," he complained to the tutor.
"I grade each based on their progress and their abilities. From what I've observed, you haven't advanced as much as you should. It is particularly irksome to me that the questions you get right are the ones that most others find unusually difficult, while the ones you get wrong are the most elementary."
"Is that so?" Licht scowled faintly at his paper. Then he looked up, pinning Heine with a surprisingly perceptive stare.
"Say, do you remember the first question I ever asked you? You never gave me an answer."
Heine rankled at the memory of the incredibly impertinent question. The prince had implied that since Heine had the appearance of a child, he must have a child's nether regions as well. Insufferable brat!
He maintained outward composure and favored young Licht with a frosty look. "That's because it was a question unbecoming of a candidate for the throne."
A mischievous smile lit up the princeling's face. "Interesting you should say that, since you seem to have no qualms sharing the answer with the one who sits on the throne. Though I doubt he'll be doing much sitting today..."
Heine struggled to school his expression but could feel the blush suffusing his face. His mind began racing furiously. This is the end of my career, the end of everything, how could I possibly explain this away? What...
Licht placed a steady hand on his tutor's bony shoulder, and offered a conspiratorial grin. "Hey Teach, don't be so uptight. No one else saw. You know my big secret too, right? So yours is safe with me, and now we're even."
A/N: Aaaand that's all she wrote. This was not quite PWP (in my own opinion anyway) but it was short and to the point - I kind of just felt the need to write it after the huge BL-boner I got watching this show. Yes, I put Heine on top... I spent a really long time debating who it should be, but the way I wrote him he already seemed so vulnerable and sad, I felt that making him an uke would sort of make him seem even more powerless, and I didn't want that at all. Besides, Victor seems to me to be so soft and sweet in his personal relationships that he would actually really enjoy being fucked like that, especially if it gave Heine the confidence boost he could tell was needed. It's like he had extra personal power so he wanted to be a sport and lend it out by taking the more vulnerable position. I might write another one flipping them in the future though, just to see what it's like. I'll start thinking about that now :3
Anyways, enough blather - I really hope you liked it - I don't expect it to be for everyone, but I really put my heart into it so if someone enjoyed it I will be super happy! Thank you so much for reading :)
xoxo phoeyay
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