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Title: A Blue King's Story: Meeting
Author: Me
Genre: Smut, Cardverse AU
Pairings: USUK and only one paragraph CanadaXUkraine
Rating: P for Porn
Warnings: Smut, First-Person POV, King-Courtesan relationship
Summary: Cardverse AU smut between Alfred, the King, and Arthur, who's been trained for years for this moment.
I'm still not completely sure how he got there, all I know is that one day Arthur was sitting on my bed wearing enough clothes to preserve modesty should he get thrown out, but that still showed exactly why he was there.
His white tunic was unlaced, revealing a triangle of pale skin that stopped just above his navel. To match that he wore light blue silk stockings that were met by short tight navy breeches that barely came onto his legs and hid nothing except color from the roving eye. On his feet he work navy and bright blue pumps that resembled the fashion of a few months past.
“Your Majesty,” he purred after giving me a moment to drink in the sight of him. When I didn't respond, too shocked to even think of moving, he slowly, gracefully, stood and glided across the room with none of the overt sexuality of a common whore, but all the natural ease of a nobleman. “What do you wish of me?” The words ghosted over his pale pink lips, lips the color of the Queen of Hearts' cherry blossoms.
I knew that he meant me no harm, because if he had he wouldn't have made it past the magical wards set in place around my room. But even so, I had no idea who this man was or what exactly he was after.
He watched me with his green eyes, green like the Clubs Kingdom's finest clover hedges. When I still gave no response, he cupped my cheek with his hand. It was soft, I noticed, unused to work, unlike my own. He caressed my cheek slowly, letting his hand run down my face, down my neck, to the collar of my shirt, where my own hand met his, captured it, and pulled it away.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded softly, but firmly. “Who are you?”
His flirtatious expression didn't falter or change at all as he answered. “My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I'm here to please you, Your Majesty.” He slid his free hand over my waistcoat to rest his fingertips on my collarbone, still hidden beneath layers of clothing.
“Kirkland,” I muttered, placing my free hand over his to keep him from moving it any farther. “Aren't you a noble then?” The Kirklands had always been a moderately powerful family in the Kingdom of Spades, although I hadn't seen them much since taking the throne and had heard rumors that they'd fallen upon hard times due to the eldest brother's gambling streak.
Arthur nodded, somehow managing to make that simple affirmative one of the most sultry things I'd ever seen. “By birth, yes,” he whispered breathlessly, as if asking him about his background had somehow aroused him.
“What,” I asked, pulling his hand off my chest and bringing all our hands between us, “is a nobleman doing in my room, acting like some tart off the streets?” I placed both of his hands in one of mine easily, gently pushing him back towards the bed.
His face flushed, probably from embarrassment, but he played it off as arousal. “The Kirkland family has always offered to provide companionship for the Spade Royalty. I assure you, I'm very skilled, and I can use magic too. If you'd prefer a woman, I could easily...” he trailed off, eyes slipping closed as the back of his legs hit my bed.
“How did you get in here?” I let Arthur's hands go and grasped as his shoulders instead. I could feel the hidden strength in his body through the thin material of his tunic, lean muscles that could doubtlessly contort into any position I could imagine.
“Magic,” he exhaled softly. He slowly turned his brilliant green eyes on me, half-covered by his lashes in a disturbingly good imitation of modesty. “Will you tell me what you want, Your Majesty?”
Now, I have always tried to be a good king, a good man, an upstanding man. But when Arthur looked at me that way, I found my resolve crumbling. I wanted to do what would be right: force this stranger out of my chambers and refuse to have any part of this revolting arrangement, but with Arthur's eyes on me like that, I just couldn't do it. Suddenly I found my arousal at this situation, at this man who had presented himself to me, at the forefront of my mind. I found my long-suppressed desires emerging from where I'd hidden them even before I'd become king.
I wanted this. Badly.
I hesitantly took my hands from Arthur's shoulders and used them to cup his face, gently guiding him into an amateur kiss. Arthur must have understood what I was unable to do or say because he immediately took control, opening his mouth and guiding my tongue through it, then conquering mine in return, in a way that spoke of his plentiful experience.
When he released me, I pulled back and panted heavily as he watched, a sultry smile on his face.
“Is this your first time?” he asked tenderly, helping me remove my navy blue tailcoat and letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
I swallowed nervously before nodding. My only other experience had been when a farm girl from Clubs had mistaken me for my brother and proceeded to kiss me senseless until Matthew had appeared and separated us. She had burst into tears and begged forgiveness for her mistake, which we both, naturally, gave to her.
Arthur simply offered me a gentle smile as he slid his hands over my waistcoat, letting them rest just below my shoulders. “Then I'll make it easy for you,” he purred. I watched as he made quick work of the waistcoat's buttons and pushed the whole garment off my chest. His face showed nothing but a generally sultry look as he traced his hands up my chest to just below the knot on my azure tie. He took the piece of silk into his hands and carefully led me onto my bed. Once there, he decided that the tie was now useless, swiftly undid it and tossed it aside, moving on to removing my button-down shirt.
“How much control do you want, Your Majesty?” he asked as he slowly worked at opening my shirt. “You'll be inside me, naturally, but do you want me to entirely please you or do you want to help too?”
“Alfred,” I murmured, running my hands uselessly up and down his sides. “Call me Alfred, please.” I'd never truly gotten used to people using my title to talk to me, and I couldn't stand him using it in this situation.
Arthur nodded, finishing the last button before speaking. “Very well, Alfred. There are three ways we could do this: me on my back facing you, me on my hands and knees with you behind, and you on your back with me riding you. Which would you prefer?”
I tried to imagine each of the positions he described, but I naturally had no idea which was better. However, I knew that I didn't want to hurt Arthur in my ignorance. “The last one?” I answered tentatively, guessing that Arthur would be best able to keep the experience pleasant that way.
“Alright,” he whispered. He reached his hand down to undo my pants as I slid out of my shirt. But as I did, he looked into my eyes and whispered “Whatever you want, you can have.”
I took that as an invitation and slid my hands down to his hips, then ran them along the waistband of his breeches until I found the laces that held them up. With shaking hands, I untied the strings. We both sat there for a moment, me half-naked and him half-dressed, both our pants undone, watching each other hungrily. He knew exactly what was going to happen next, and while I didn't, I did know that whatever it was, I wanted it.
Arthur moved first, sitting up and sliding the breeches to his knees, then rolling back and pulling them all the way off, all in one smooth motion. Although I'd gotten a flash of pale skin when Arthur had rolled back, the style of clothing he'd worn meant that his long shirt covered his hips, but it also doubled as underwear, and the knowledge that I didn't have to remove any other layers from Arthur if I didn't want to aroused me to the point where my open pants were uncomfortable. I got off the bed and slid them off and my underwear too, letting them pool on the ground, then rejoined Arthur, who had just finished pulling his shirt over his head and tossed it into some corner of the room.
He watched me with half-lidded eyes, his blue silk-covered legs spread, revealing to me his hard cock. Compared to his mine looked almost swollen; it was a dark, reddish color, and, now that I could see it, I could feel its ache and the desire for release.
Arthur drunk this in, the sight of me, a virgin king, eager and needy for his assistance, the help of a trained courtesan. When I made no move to do anything more Arthur sighed and commented on my situation. “Foreplay will have to wait, I see.”
He turned onto his hands and knees and crawled over to my bedside table, revealing his beautifully shaped ass. I had never wanted to touch something so much in my entire life. So I did. If he was startled by the sudden placement of my sword-and-plow-calloused hands on his soft, smooth rear, he gave no sign. He did, however, turn his head to give me a smoldering look over his shoulder. “Why don't you undo the stockings,” he suggested with his velvet voice.
I ran my hands across his hips and thighs until I found the strings for one of the stockings on the inside of his upper thigh and the other stocking's in the same place on his other leg. With trembling hands, I undid the ties for both and, trying my best to keep the silk from clinging to my rough fingers, slid them down to Arthur's knees.
Once I'd done that I glanced over to see what Arthur was doing at the table and saw him fiddling with a blue clay jar that I'd never seen before and definitely hadn't put on that table. “What is that?” I asked curiously.
“Oil,” Arthur replied, pulling two of his fingers out of the jar obviously well-coated in the stuff. “You should put some of it on yourself, it will make it feel better.”
I looked at him, then at the jar, then back to him. “Where do I put it?” I asked, realizing the answer as soon as the question had left my mouth.
Arthur let out a soft chuckle and looked pointedly at my cock. I blushed in embarrassment and crawled over to reach my hand into the jar. I quickly, though probably poorly, covered myself with the stuff.
“What are you going to do with it?” I asked, glancing at his slick fingers.
A sultry smile appeared on Arthur's face. “Lie back and I'll take care of everything,” he purred, rewarding me with a series of kisses down my neck when I lay down. Arthur followed me quickly, straddling my hips. His oil-covered fingers disappeared behind him, but I guessed from what I could see of his hand, that they were going into his asshole. A soft whine escaped my lips, I was suddenly very envious of those fingers.
Arthur looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “Soon, Alfred,” he promised quietly. Barely a moment passed before he removed his fingers and positioned himself over my aching erection. I watched, moaning somewhat, as Arthur slowly lowered himself down onto my cock. He paused a bit to observe my reaction. I was panting, desperate for movement, my face flushed with arousal and desire. My hips snapped up of their own accord, catching Arthur a little off-guard, but he quickly regained control.
He slowly lifted his hips up, letting my cock slide mostly out of him, and then snapped them back down, engulfing me once more as our skin made a slapping sound when it met. My own hips moved too, bucking on their own with no pattern or method.
Arthur had only moved a few times before I came, a jumbled mess of words escaping my mouth, stars appearing before my eyes, losing myself from this world.
When I regained awareness, Arthur was sitting between my spread feet with a wet cloth in his hand, my seed cleaned away. “You're still hard,” I commented as I sat up, noticing his obviously unsatisfied erection. For some reason this shamed me. This had been my first time, and Arthur had done all the work, but I still felt like it was my responsibility to give him his release.
He looked away, a sliver of embarrassment playing on his face. “I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty,” he stammered, head bowed slightly. “I didn't think to make myself cum first.” He looked so ashamed of himself. I wanted to reach out and hold him, but I didn't think that would be appreciated.
“I'll do it,” I announced suddenly. I couldn't watch him like that, and I couldn't just let him sit there without release. I may have been a virgin before that night, but I knew how painful it was to have to ignore a needy cock.
His head shot up, messy blond hair swirling freely about his head before falling back into place. “What?” he asked as if he couldn't believe or understand what he'd just heard. “Your Majesty?”
“Come here,” I said firmly. “I'll take care of it.” He stared at me for a moment, incredulous, then he crawled into my lap, placing the cloth on the table beside the jar of oil.
“Your Majesty?” he echoed, still seeming a bit lost. I ran one hand through his hair and down his face, resting my fingers just behind his ear, my thumb on his cheek.
“Alfred,” I insisted, slowly running my other hand down his chest, enjoying how he felt. Arthur was lean, but he was strong. There was power hidden inside his slender frame. My hand came to a halt on his hip. “It's Alfred, Arthur,” I whispered to his awe-struck face as I carefully grasped his cock and began to stroke.
It was wonderful to get to watch his face as I tried my best to please him. Arthur let me handle stroking him as best I could, but he took my other hand in his and guided it across his body, helping me find where to touch and how. As we did this, Arthur had a gloriously aroused and pleasured expression on his face. His mouth hung open, his tongue just barely held behind his teeth, and his entire face covered a beautiful red blush as he mewled and panted and moaned at my touch. I don't know how much of his reaction was real and how much was faked, but I didn't care. Arthur was gorgeous like this, not focused on giving me pleasure, but on receiving his own.
And when he came, Arthur screamed my name. Maybe he did it to please me, I don't know, but please me it did.
Arthur quickly recovered from his high, which disappointed me because I was more than willing to keep watching that dazed happy look on his face for a while longer. He looked up at me, his lovely green eyes hazy with pleasure.
“Th-thank you...Your Majesty,” he panted out, trying to support himself rather than give into the temptation to lean on me. “Will that...will that be all?”
I nodded, a little stunned by how quickly Arthur had returned to formality and a business-like attitude. Arthur jerked his head and grabbed the cloth from the table, quickly cleaning his spend off my chest and himself. Once that was done he moved to leave.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, finding my voice again. “Stay. Here, with me. Please?” I'm not sure why I asked that of him. Maybe because it was my first time and I wanted to at least pretend that it had an intimate experience between two people who cared for each other rather than Arthur's job. But Arthur slowly, almost warily crawled back to me. “Now go to sleep,” I murmured, pulling him against me as I lay down. I knew that there would be problems in the morning, probably from me regretting this, but right then I just wanted to sleep holding the man I'd lost my virginity to in my arms.
The morning didn't bring any lessening of guilt, like I'd hoped, but rather the light that shone into my room made it all the more obvious that I had done wrong. Night, and the darkness it brings, had provided a cloak to hide the extent of my sin from me, but this shield scurried away under the damning light of the sun.
Arthur was still wrapped warmly, naked, in my arms. As I lay cursed by the morning, he slowly roused.
“Your Majesty?” he asked blearily, sleep still maintaining a hold on his mind, fogging his brain and slowing his thoughts.
I looked at him. I still couldn't believe what I had done. I, who had so strongly objected to the slavery of the Clubs kingdom and large brothels of the Diamond kingdom, had taken a courtesan, from a long line of courtesans, to bed.
My horror and disgust must have shown on my face because Arthur quickly crawled out of my weak grasp and pulled on his shirt. “I'm sorry,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence. “I...I'm sorry.”
I think something like “Oh god what have I done” must have fallen out of my mouth because Arthur just stood where he was, his head lowered as an apology, and I may have started crying. At some point Arthur came over to me and knelt beside my bed.
“Your Majesty,” he murmured, “if you want me to, I'll leave and never return. I could even erase last night from your memory, if you'd like.” I stared at him in amazement.
“What would happen to you?” I asked softly, sounding lost and broken, weak, like the farm boy I was and always would be no matter how many rich garments and jewels I wore.
Arthur raised his head and looked at me curiously. “You need not concern yourself with me, Your Majesty. There is always a place for someone with my...skills.” He offered me a small self-deprecating smile that didn't come anywhere close to reaching his eyes.
“Arthur...” I was caught. I couldn't let him leave, not knowing what would happen to him. Even if I wouldn't remember, I knew now and couldn't let it happen. I couldn't let this horrible practice continue, not when I could stop it.
“I'll just cast the spell and leave,” Arthur announced quietly. “I-I'll need your hand, Your Majesty.” He held out his own hand in order to take mine.
“No,” I declared, taking hold of Arthur's arm. “No, you won't.” I pulled him up and partially onto the bed. “You'll stay here with me.” Now it was his turn to be lost.
“Your Majesty?” His whole body was trembling, but whether it was nerves, excitement, or cold, I didn't know. “I thought you didn't...”
“I don't,” I confirmed, pushing myself upright into a sitting position. “I want to marry you.”
Arthur's mouth fell open and his lips moved frantically, but no sound came out.
“I have to marry sooner or later,” I explained. “And since I'm a bastard farm boy,” Arthur visibly twitched at my blunt mention of the condition of my birth, “it's expected that I'll marry a noble so that the queen will be able to better help me, and you are a noble.” I waited for a response, when none came I let out a sigh and dropped Arthur's hand.
“I should sleep in the Queen's chambers,” Arthur said suddenly, drawing my attention back to him, to his lovely face. “That way people won't think you're marrying me for...other reasons. You shouldn't sully your reputation by publicly linking yourself with the Kirklands, but since you plan to, you should give the impression of ignorance.”
I felt a smile spread entirely across my face and it took all of my will-power to keep from leaping off the bed and embracing Arthur. “Thank you!” I exclaimed. He had accepted. I was absolved of my guilt and together we could work towards eliminating the horrible practice entirely.
“Don't misunderstand, I'm not doing this for your sake,” Arthur said huffily, turning away from me slightly, but not enough to hide the smile on his face. “I'm doing it for the good of the kingdom.” He turned back to give me a disdainful look, but then quickly dropped it and belatedly added. “Your Majesty.”
“Alfred!” I insisted, deciding to pull Arthur into an embrace despite our undressed state. “Always call me Alfred.”
“V-very well then...Alfred,” Arthur murmured, letting himself be hugged and burying his flushed face into my shoulder.
“Thank you,” I whispered softly, but if Arthur heard me, he made no sign.
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A/N: So one day I sat down to work on my two meme fills, one is at a fluffy point and another is at an angsty point, but my brain said "No, you will write porn now" and who am I to argue with that? I think part of my inspiration for this fic is my fascination with the idea of courtesans and my love of the Cardverse AU.
In this story, "courtesan" is used more in the modern sense meaning a prostitute or escort, especially one that attracts after wealthy clients, but courtesans are more like Europe's geishas in a way. Sex was only a part of what they did, many had a career in the arts, and they had to be ready to discuss many different topics.
Arthur is basically a Companion, if any of you are Firefly/Serenity fans out there, intended to serve one member of the Spade Royalty (King, Queen, or Jack) exclusively, although he would also be willing to serve a member of the upper Spade nobility if rejected by the Royalty. The Kirkland family has traditionally trained at least one member each generation to be a "courtesan" (Arthur would call himself, yes, a companion). For various reasons, that probably won't make it into any further installments of this, none of his other siblings received this training. For those of you who are curious (in order of age, all are male unless marked otherwise): Ireland (female) was arranged into a beneficial marriage at birth, Scotland as first-born son was appointed heir, Wales joined a monestary before his training could begin, Northern Ireland trained to be a knight instead, and Sealand was chosen to be a Joker.