RPS Fic: Spoil Of War [Adam/Tommy] 7/14

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[Part 6]
[Master Post]

Part 7

Tommy paced Adam's chambers in a state of hyper-arousal, his erection having come and gone several times over the course of the day. He glanced out the window for the millionth time and his stomach did a little flip. The sun was mostly gone, just a sliver still visible above the tree line in the distance. It was almost time. Crossing to the window, Tommy watched, excitement and nerves coiled in his gut as the sun slipped the rest of the way down, disappearing from sight, leaving a soft glow along the tops of trees in its wake.

On cue, the chamber door creaked open. Tommy whipped around just as Adam stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Of their own volition, Tommy's legs carried him across the room almost before he could process it. He stopped short inches from Adam, hands fisted at his sides in an attempt to keep from throwing himself at Adam. Normally, he didn't have much use for pride, but since he'd been stripped of everything-including the clothes on his back-it was all he had left and he'd be damned if he was going to give Adam that last scrap of himself without a fight.

One of Adam's eyebrows shot up and an amused smirk curled the corners of his mouth. "Is there something you want?"

Tommy's gaze dropped to Adam's mouth and he licked his lips. He could practically taste Adam's kiss, could almost feel Adam's body against his.

"You promised," Tommy said shortly, eyes flicking up to Adam's.

Adam's smirk widened to a smile. With a teasing glint in his blue eyes, Adam asked, "I promised what?"

Tommy swallowed, cheeks heating as he said, "You promised to finish me off."

"Ahh, yes," Adam said, as if he'd only just remembered. "So I did." Stepping back, his gaze ran over Tommy from head to toe and back again, lingering on Tommy's cock, which was at half mast. "And did you follow the rule? Did you deny yourself your own hand?"

Tommy's gaze dropped, embarrassed over the rule and how eager he'd been to obey even though he'd desperately wanted to finish himself off. Several times over the course of the day he'd nearly given into the urge to touch himself, reasoning there was no way possible that Adam would know, that anyone would know. But he'd know. He'd know he disobeyed Adam and would either have to lie to him when Adam inevitably asked, or tell the truth and face the consequences. He had no idea what those consequences might be, but he was in no hurry to find out.

And then there was the fact that it had inexplicably aroused him to follow Adam's insane rule.

Adam touched a finger under Tommy's chin, urging his head back up.

When their eyes met again, Adam asked, "Is that pretty little blush staining your cheeks because you disobeyed, or because you obeyed and liked the challenge in spite of yourself?"

Tommy swallowed, remembering the honesty rule and hating it just a little right then. "I didn't disobey."

Adam shook his head, making a tsking noise. "No, Tommy. No skirting around the real answer. Tell me."

Tommy's felt his already hot face heat even more. Sure he would burst into flames at any moment, Tommy admitted haltingly, "I-I liked it. The challenge."

Adam's pleased grin did things to Tommy's insides that he didn't understand. It made him feel warm and mushy and pissed off all at the same time. This was supposed to be an act dammit. A means to an end. He was only supposed to be biding his time until Monte got word to him that it was time. He wasn't supposed to get caught up in his role.

Closing off, Tommy stepped back and glanced away, body tensing.

"Hey," Adam said, following him. He cupped Tommy's chin and made him look at him again. "What just happened? Why did you shut down on me?"

Tommy pressed his lips together and considered not answering. But there was a glint in Adam's eyes, past the curiosity, past the affection, that warned Tommy off of pushing too hard.

Taking a deep breath, words started tumbling from Tommy's mouth. All the frustration and confusion he'd been feeling since he'd been taken as a slave and found himself wanting Adam came out in a rush. "I just. I don't understand this. Or you. Or-or me, or why I wanted to follow your order today. Not to mention why I want you in the first place when I've never had these … urges for a man before."

Adam's gaze softened and suddenly Tommy found himself pulled forward. Adam's arms wrapped around him, holding Tommy against him. For a moment Tommy held himself stiff and tense, then decided he was being ridiculous and defiant, neither of which became a pleasure slave. And he was a pleasure slave-Adam's pleasure slave-for all intents and purposes, no matter that he was just biding his time until the plan could be put into motion and he could take his rightful place as king of Tousma again.

Tommy felt lips press against his temple, and then Adam asked quietly, "I told you before I have no interest in forcing you. Do I need to back off?"

Tommy closed his eyes and swallowed. As much as it would make things easier, it also made him ache somewhere deep down inside at the thought of Adam leaving him to himself. Heart pounding in his ears, Tommy wrapped his arms around Adam's waist in return and turned his face so his mouth was pressed to Adam's chest through the material of his tunic.

Taking a deep breath, Tommy said, "No. I-I don't want you to back off."

Tommy felt air brush the side of his head and realized Adam had been holding his breath, waiting on his answer. Adam's arms slid from around Tommy and then there were hands at Tommy's shoulders, setting him away. Tommy looked up at Adam and steeled himself against the serious look in Adam's eyes.

"Consider this moment as if it was the true ceremony, not that sham in front of the king the other day. You have a choice to make. Accept me as your master and yourself as my pleasure slave, or decline. But know that I won't ask you again, so be sure. From here on out, if you agree, I will assume your consent, just as any master would post ceremony."

"And if I don't?" Tommy couldn't help but ask.

"If you don't, I'll respect that. We'll keep up the pretense in front of others because it's in both our interests, but in private, I won't lay a hand on you," Adam said, face open and honest.

Tommy knew he should do the sane thing and decline. Adam was giving him a way out. All he had to do was take it. Instead, he found himself sliding to his knees, hands moving behind his back to clasp at each other, the perfect picture of submission, and it felt … right.

"I accept, My Lord. I do not need you to ask me again. I am yours."

Adam muttered a curse under his breath and stepped forward, one hand sliding into Tommy's hair to grip it. Tommy bit back a moan as Adam held his head still, forcing him to look up.

"Get on the bed on your back, legs spread, arms over your head."

Tommy waited until Adam released his hair, then stood and crossed to the bed, hyperaware of his nudity and the fact that Adam was watching him. With only a second's hesitation given this was to be his first time with a man, Tommy did as he was told, fingers curling over the edge of the bed above his head. Awkwardly, he spread his legs, unsure whether he should have his knees bent, feet planted on the bed, or legs out straight. He settled on straight and splayed wide. He only jumped a little when Adam walked over and brought a hand to rest on his ankle.

Their eyes met and Adam asked, "Nervous?"

Tommy nodded.

"The words, Tommy," Adam said. "I want your words."

Tommy licked his lips and admitted out loud, "Yes."

Adam's hand slid up Tommy's leg, fingers tracing the inside of his calf, then his knee, then his thigh, stopping just short of brushing Tommy's balls. Adam dug his fingernails into the tender flesh of Tommy's inner thigh and Tommy arched off the bed, head pressing back into the pillow beneath it, a hiss of pleasure-pain escaping his lips.

"You like that," Adam said.

It was a statement, not a question, but Tommy answered anyway. "Yes."

Adam did it again, that time scraping his nails down toward Tommy's knee a little and Tommy moaned, spreading his legs wider. He didn't understand for the life of him how the pain was giving him pleasure, but he wasn't about to argue the fact, not when it was making his dick throb.

"Please," Tommy said brokenly when Adam merely brushed his fingers, feather light, up the underside of Tommy's cock

Adam climbed on the bed and lay down on his side facing Tommy, head propped up on one arm. "Please, what?" Adam asked, voice suddenly right next to Tommy's ear.

Tommy jumped a little, mouth opening as he tried to catch his breath. "Please touch me."

Immediately Adam wrapped his hand around Tommy's dick and started pumping.

Tommy cried out and bucked up, only to feel Adam squeeze his dick. Hard.

"Lie still." Tommy nodded and Adam relaxed his grip slightly. "Tell me why you need to understand this."

Tommy's eyes widened. "Now?"

Adam smiled, hand moving lazily up and down Tommy's cock. "If you don't, I'll keep you on the edge like this for hours."

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into Adam's fist and take his pleasure. Between gasps for air, Tommy managed to say, "B-because otherwise I can't be prepared for whatever happens next."

"Why do you need to be?" Adam asked, sounding for all the world like he was only mildly curious.

Tommy turned his head and stared into Adam's eyes, losing himself in them and the rhythm Adam had set up with his fist. Before he could stop himself, he blurted, "Because a king always needs to be prepared."

Adam's hand stilled on Tommy's cock, although he didn't release it, and Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, unable to believe he'd said that.

Not unkindly, Adam said, "But you aren't a king anymore."

Tommy didn't want to lie, didn't want to break the honesty rule, so instead of answering straight out, he answered with what was most important in that moment. "I was groomed to be king. My whole life was about one day taking the throne and leading my people, same as you. I was taught to always think five paces ahead, to anticipate what would happen next and be prepared for it. It's not a mindset I can't switch off so easily."

Adam stared at him for a moment before eventually nodding. "I understand."

Tommy exhaled and tried to ignore the urge to thrust up into Adam's fist, no matter that he was so hard he nearly hurt.

After a moment, Adam started pumping him again. "I understand," Adam reiterated, then went on, "but I expect you to fight that mindset and learn your place."

Tommy tensed and opened his mouth to say something, but Adam shut him up with a look and continued to pleasure him as he kept talking. "You need to do this as much for yourself as because I'm ordering it. You're not king. You never will be again. You're my slave. You're body is mine to take pleasure from, and to give to it when I choose. You have no power, no people to take care of. The sooner you accept that and believe it, the better it will be for both of us. As long as you keep thinking like a king, you endanger your life and you chance ruining my future. One misstep in front of the wrong person and my uncle will take us both down. With pleasure."

Tommy knew what Adam was saying was true. He got why Adam was pushing so hard, why he had made a big deal about redoing the ceremony, why he'd made it a point to spell out to Tommy that he fully intended to treat him as any other pleasure slave. He was trying to get Tommy to see himself that way for both their sakes.

Knowing his life and Adam's future throne depended on Tommy adjusting and accepting his role-however short-term-Tommy made himself relax back against the bed and let Adam do what he wanted with him.

"That's it," Adam said, smiling down at Tommy. "Just let go. Give yourself to me. I promise you won't regret it."

Tommy bit his bottom lip and tried not to think about the fact that he knew without a doubt that he would regret it eventually. Just as Adam would.

Closing his eyes against Adam's penetrating stare, Tommy pushed his head back into the pillow and let himself feel. Adam's fist was tight around him, sliding up and down his length in a steady rhythm, thumbing the head on every upstroke, twisting a little on every down stroke.

It was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because Adam knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it amazingly well, and hell because Tommy had been on edge all day and at the pace Adam was taking it, it didn't appear he had any intention of ending the torture anytime soon.

When Tommy felt lips on his neck, he arched, giving Adam better access. Adam picked up speed on his cock and Tommy wondered if that was a reflex or a reward. He got his answer a moment later when Adam hooked a leg over one of Tommy's and pulled it toward him. Tommy willingly accommodated, bending at the knees to spread his legs even wider. Again Adam's hand sped up.

Tommy panted and turned his head toward Adam, opening bleary eyes to stare at him. Adam stared back for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. Tommy opened eagerly, moaning when Adam's tongue slid into his mouth. Tommy licked at Adam's tongue, reciprocating but not trying to take over. Adam's hand sped up and Tommy's fingers dug into the edge of the bed. He had to press his butt down against the bed in order to keep from thrusting up into Adam's fist.

Adam broke the kiss and nipped at Tommy's ear, saying in a low, thick voice, "Good boy."

Tommy panted and tossed his head back and forth, the urge to move his hips almost overwhelming. "C-can't-"

"Yes you can," Adam said firmly. "You will."

Tommy clenched his jaw. His thighs tightened and relaxed reflexively. His arms shook with the tension in them and his hands ached from clutching the bed edge so tightly.

Adam pressed a kiss to the underside of Tommy's arm. "You may come when you're ready."

Tommy's eyes flew to Adam's. He hadn't realized he'd need permission for that too.

As if reading his mind, Adam chuckled. "From now on, though, if you don't ask, I won't offer. Even when you do ask, sometimes I'll tell you no, just because of how gorgeous you look like this, desperate for it."

"B-bastard," Tommy bit out, voice gone raspy with need.

"Maybe I should take back my permission, since I'm such a bastard."

Tommy's eyes opened wide, all thought to holding on to his pride out the window. "Please, no. I'm sorry. W-won't call you that again. Promise."

Adam's smile was easy and warm and more than a little turned on. "Lucky for you I like my bed partners mouthy."

In spite of how close to the edge he was, Tommy found himself grinning in reply. "In that case, you're an absolute ass for making me wait all day for this."

Adam threw back his head and laughed, even as his hand sped up again and tightened, letting Tommy know he approved. One more twist, one more rub over the head of his cock with the pad of Adam's thumb and that was it. Tommy pressed his head back against the bed, body arching as he came, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips as his release spilled over his stomach and chest.

Tommy's body stayed locked for a long moment before he sank back on the bed, suddenly boneless, body singing with pleasure and aftershocks as Adam gave his cock a couple of more pumps, not letting go until Tommy whimpered, overstimulated.

Tommy's stomach contracted when Adam swiped a finger through the mess on it. His whole body tightened when he felt Adam reach between his legs and finger his hole with a come-slick finger.

"Shh," Adam said, mouthing along the side of his neck. "Relax. I won't hurt you."

Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on releasing all the tension in his body as he exhaled. He relaxed somewhat and opened his eyes again, focusing on Adam.

Adam held his gaze as he pushed his finger inside. "All right?" he asked.

Tommy bit his bottom lip and nodded, then remembered Adam wanted words and said, "Yes. Just feels … odd."

Adam smiled. "Give me a minute and odd will be the last thing you use to describe it."

Tommy snorted, but didn't bother arguing. He'd said the same thing to more than one virgin girl, and by the end they'd been writhing and moaning on his cock. And then Tommy was hit with the realization that now he was going to be the one writhing and moaning on a cock. Instead of it turning him off, his dick twitched, valiantly trying to come back to life.

Adam fucked him with his finger a couple of times and Tommy felt … something sneaking in around the edges of the odd feeling, something almost … pleasurable. Before the feeling could take hold, though, Adam slid his finger out. Tommy made a noise of protest and Adam's face lit up. He swiped two fingers through the mess on Tommy's stomach and returned to Tommy's ass, pressing them both in together. Tommy let his legs fall open even wider, arching his hips up to meet Adam's thrusts inside, chasing the feeling that had eluded him the first time. And then Adam touched something that sent sparks flying through Tommy's body, from his fingertips to his toes.

Tommy arched and gasped. "W-what was that?"

Adam chuckled. "Feel good?"

"Gods, yes," Tommy said, thrusting against Adam's fingers more vigorously.

Adam pulled out of him again, swiped his fingers through what was left of Tommy's spend and reached between his legs once more. When he started to push in that time, Tommy's eyes widened and he shook his head, realizing Adam meant to put three fingers in him.

"Won't fit."

"Yes they will," Adam said firmly. "I'm bigger than this and I'll fit, so they definitely will."

"No, please," Tommy begged, suddenly too scared to go through with it.

He let go of the bed above his head where he'd still been holding on and pushed at Adam's hand as he tried to close his legs. In response, Adam abandoned his attempt to push his fingers into Tommy in favor of grabbing both of Tommy's wrists and forcing them back up above Tommy's head. Holding them there with one hand, Adam pried Tommy's knees apart and slid his hand back to Tommy's hole. Instead of trying to push in again, he started massaging it. Light, teasing strokes that made Tommy squirm and gasp, even as his stomach continued to flip over and over anxiously.

"Look at me," Adam ordered. Tommy met and held Adam's gaze, fear and anger warring for dominance inside him, even though he didn't fight Adam's hold on him. "Your body is mine. Mine to use and mine to pleasure."

Tommy wasn't too sure about this whole thing-was scared truth be told-but one thing he was figuring out fast was that it helped when Adam used that tone of voice and told him what to do. Tommy didn't know what to make of that. He'd never had a partner order him around in bed before.

Tommy swallowed, the firmness and calm in Adam's voice grounding him, bringing him back from the edge of panic. He calmed and relaxed in Adam's hold, swallowing hard as he forced his legs back open, showing his surrender. As much as the authority in Adam's voice helped, it also helped that Tommy could see the truth in Adam's eyes, the truth he wasn't saying. If Tommy really didn't want this, Adam would back off despite what he'd just said, no matter that he had the right to use Tommy's body as he pleased.

"Good. All right. If I let go, are you going to fight me?"

"No."

Adam studied him for a moment, then released him and climbed off the bed. Tommy started to straighten his legs, but Adam stopped him cold. "Keep them open. I'm just getting some oil."

Tommy nodded and let his legs fall open once again, hands still above his head and crossed at the wrists, the way Adam had left them. Heat suffused his cheeks at the total wantonness of the position, even as it made his cock twitch.

Adam came back with a bottle of oil in his hand and put it on the bedside table, then stood by the bed and stripped. Tommy watched him, dick jumping as each bit of freckled skin was revealed … until Adam undid the belt holding his trousers up and dropped them, revealing his erection, which Tommy was absolutely positive was never going to fit inside him.

Tommy didn't even realize he was panting with anxiety again until Adam climbed back on the bed. Laying on his side, Adam rubbed a hand over Tommy's stomach, making shushing noises. When Tommy finally calmed a little, Adam smiled down at him and said, "Would it help if I told you I've fucked many men and not one of them has split in two?"

Tommy snorted. "They must like pain, then."

Something dark and heated flashed through Adam's eyes. "I do believe we've established that you do, too."

Tommy shook his head. "Not that kind of pain."

Adam leaned down and kissed Tommy's lips, taking his time until Tommy melted into the bed and moaned into the kiss.

Pulling back, Adam said, "There won't be pain. I promise. Trust me."

Tommy stared up at him and nodded, throat dry.

Adam reached for the oil and opened it, drizzling some on Tommy's stomach, right over his belly button. Adam set the oil back on the nightstand and swirled his fingers through the pool of it on Tommy's skin before reaching back between Tommy's legs to touch his hole. Tommy breathed deep, making himself relax as he exhaled, and then Adam was pushing in, pushing deep, and Tommy could feel the slide, feel the stretch, feel the discomfort, but true to Adam's word, there was no pain. When Tommy felt Adam's hand bump up against his ass, he realized Adam was all the way in. With three fingers.

"Wow," Tommy said, staring at Adam in wonder.

Adam grinned. "I told you that you could take it."

Tommy felt his face heat. "Sorry. I'm normally in better control of myself than that."

Adam silenced him with a kiss and started finger fucking him, stretching him open, fingers massaging that place inside that Tommy was starting to fall a little bit in love with. He moaned and pushed down against Adam's fingers as his dick lengthened and filled. A few more thrusts and Adam pulled his fingers free. Quickly, Adam swiped his hand through the oil on Tommy's stomach and climbed up over him, settling between Tommy's thighs as he reached for his cock and slicked it up. Tommy watched him through hooded eyes, all fear gone, leaving only arousal and a little bit of nerves in its wake.

Adam hooked Tommy's uninjured leg over his arm and braced his hand on the bed. With his other hand, he lined himself up. And then he was pushing into Tommy and Tommy was taking it, breathing deeply, wrists still crossed above his head.

"T-touch," Tommy asked, hands fisting. "Please. Need to touch you."

Adam nodded his head and Tommy's hands flew to Adam's shoulders. He pulled Adam in, pulled him down, and then they were kissing while Adam worked his hips against him, getting a little deeper with each thrust until Tommy felt Adam's balls against his ass and knew Adam was all the way in.

Adam stilled, breaking the kiss to ask, "Need a moment?"

Tommy nodded and pulled Adam down again, thankful Adam was indulging him, letting him have a little bit of control this first time. Their tongues licked over each other and inside each other's mouths, taking and giving until Tommy was breathless with the wonder of it and the knowledge that Adam was inside him.

Pulling out of the kiss, Tommy said softly, "I'm ready."

"Thank the gods," Adam said, voice sounding desperate as he started to pull out.

He thrust in as slowly as he pulled out and Tommy moaned, finding he enjoyed being fucked much, much more than he'd ever expected.

"Feel good?" Adam asked, voice low.

Tommy groaned as Adam's next thrust rubbed over that place inside. "So good."

Thrusting slow and easy inside him, Adam leaned down and bit Tommy's shoulder.

Tommy twitched and squeaked in pain and arousal. "What-"

"That's for doubting me," Adam said, a teasing grin on his lips as he lifted his head back up.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could scold me after you're done fucking me?"

Heat flashed through Adam's eyes, darkening them. "Good idea."

There wasn't a lot of talking after that as Adam thrust into Tommy over and over, faster and harder until Tommy had to let go of Adam's shoulders and reach up above him to brace his hands against the headboard so his head wouldn't slam into it. He moaned and writhed on Adam's dick, begging for more and harder and faster and just … more. Adam gave him everything he asked for and then some, groaning and whispering filthy things to him as he fucked him.

When Tommy felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine as his balls tightened, he remembered he needed permission and gasped, "Please. Need to come."

"Not yet," Adam said, voice hard. "Hold on a little longer for me, Tommy."

Tommy whimpered and writhed, hands scrambling at the headboard ineffectually, head thrashing back and forth. "C-can't-"

"If you come before I give you permission, I'll fit you for a chastity belt so fast your head will spin," Adam warned.

Tommy cried in frustration, trying to think of any and every turn off he could in an attempt to keep from coming.

It worked, barely, and then Adam's thrusts were coming faster and out of rhythm and he finally said, "Do it. Come for me," punctuating it with several long hard thrusts in a row to that spot inside that drove Tommy insane.

Tommy seized up and screamed as his orgasm ripped through him, toes curling and asshole clenching around Adam's cock. Adam thrust into him a couple more times then slammed in one last time and froze, groaning long and loud, his cock jerking and twitching inside Tommy.

Tommy relaxed back on the bed, boneless for the second time in an hour and shocked silent by it, and by the sensation of Adam coming inside him. Eventually, Adam pulled out and dropped to the side, leaving Tommy to stare at the ceiling and wince a little as some of Adam's spend leaked out of him. Tommy felt the bed move, but didn't think much of it until suddenly Adam was running a wet cloth over Tommy's stomach and down between his legs.

Tommy's face heated and he mumbled, "Shouldn't I be taking care of you?"

"My choice, Tommy, not yours. I like to do this, so shut up and let me."

Tommy clamped his mouth shut, embarrassment winding through him, even as his stomach fluttered at the careful way Adam attended to him.

Afterwards, Adam tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers up over them. Tommy shivered as his body cooled and he realized just how much the temperature in the room had dropped since sunset.

"Cold?" Adam asked softly.

Tommy nodded. "A little."

"Come here," Adam said, lifting the blanket and his arm along with it.

Tommy slid over and snuggled in against Adam, one leg sliding between Adam's, one arm over Adam's waist, his face pressed to the side of Adam's neck. Adam settled the blanket around them and wrapped his arm around Tommy, pulling him closer yet.

"I need to cuff you," Adam murmured sometime later.

Tommy inhaled Adam's scent and breathed out slowly. "I know. Just a couple of more minutes, please?"

"If I fall asleep, I trust you to take care of it." Adam said, his arm tightened around Tommy.

Tommy had to swallow hard against the guilt that slammed through him any time Adam alluded to trusting him.

"Thank you," Tommy said in a small voice, but Adam was already drifting off, arm resting heavily on Tommy's waist as his breathing evened out.

In the silence that followed, only broken by the crackle of the fireplace, Tommy laid very still and tried desperately to find a way around killing Adam when the time came.



"These are for me?" Tommy asked, staring at the tunic and undergarment Taylor had left lying on display on the bed. He'd been fitted for clothing several days ago-the morning after the first time he and Adam had sex, in fact-but this was the first glimpse he was getting of his actual garments.

"They are. Do you like them?" Adam asked from directly behind him, one arm circled around Tommy's waist, holding Tommy's naked body back against his.

Adam, Tommy had discovered, loved to touch and be touched. Tommy still wasn't used to how often he ended up with Adam wrapped around him whenever they were in the same room. Just because he wasn't used to it, though, didn't mean he didn't enjoy it.

Tommy swallowed and reached out, fingering the silk of the tunic. It was sheer, richer and more delicate than anything Tommy had ever worn for day-to-day wear as the crowned prince. In fact, it was right on par with the ceremonial garbs Tommy had worn before his enslavement, with one glaring difference. It was very nearly see-through. It didn't give him much comfort that at least the undergarment was opaque.

"I-" Tommy began, then broke off.

"The truth," Adam reminded him.

Tommy took a deep breath and said, "It's beautiful. And much softer than my previous slave clothing."

Adam's arms slipped from around Tommy's waist and came up to squeeze his shoulders lightly. "But?"

Tommy bit his bottom lip briefly, then blurted, "But it will leave little to the imagination."

Adam wrapped both arms around Tommy's waist that time and leaned in, resting his chin on Tommy's shoulder. "It's another adjustment you need to make. This is what pleasure slaves wear here in Vox. As I'm sure you've noticed, we as a people are very open with our bodies, and so it is expected that pleasure slaves are to be on display in public. I'm actually surprised tradition allows for clothing for you at all, to be honest."

Tommy took another deep breath and thanked the gods for that at least. "I just … need a minute."

Adam pressed a kiss to his shoulder and stepped away. Tommy suppressed a shiver as the cool morning air whispered over skin previously warmed by Adam's body.

Tommy stared at the clothing a moment more before grabbing up the undergarment. Quickly, he slipped it on and tied it at the waist with the silk belt provided. Next came the tunic. Picking it up, he stared at it, rubbing the sheer fabric between his fingers and his thumb for a moment before lifting it and dropping it over his head. It slid down to cover his torso and he put his arms through the slits on the sides, dismayed to find he would not even have sleeves of any sort.

The silk laid against his skin, falling to mid-thigh and feeling heavenly after the coarse fabrics he'd been wearing since becoming a spoil of war. He closed his eyes as he remembered the last time he'd worn silk. It had been after the birth of Monte's and Lisa's twins. While childbirth itself was rife with danger, the successful birth of twins wherein the mother also survived was rare and considered worthy of a celebration.

Tommy tried to breathe through the pain of the memories of a better time, a time when his kingdom hadn't been swallowed whole by another and his people had been free. He'd been free.

Hands closed over his silk-covered shoulders and Adam stepped back in close, saying against the side of his head, "Talk to me."

Without thinking it through, mainly because he'd become somewhat accustomed to Adam's insistence that he not hold back his thoughts or feelings, Tommy said, "The last time I wore garments like this was in celebration of the birth of my twin cousins."

Adam sucked in a sharp breath. "Twins? Were they Monte's children? The ones you said died of influenza last winter?"

Surprised Adam had remembered Monte's name since Tommy made a point of never mentioning him, not since that first day on the field when he'd told Adam that Monte was dead and his family along with him, Tommy just nodded, biting his bottom lip and hoping against hope he wouldn't have to break Adam's truth rule.

Adam sighed, turning Tommy around and pulling him into the circle of his arms.

Normally, Tommy enjoyed Adam's hugs. Now, though, it just made him feel disgusted with himself. Tommy's pride in obeying Adam's rule commanding the truth from him at all times was a joke. If he'd truly been obeying it, he would have disclosed his and Monte's plan from the start. Instead, he'd let the lie of what really happened to Monte and his family stand, and worse yet, continued to conceal a plot to overthrow Adam's kingdom that involved killing him and those he loved.

A hand rubbed over Tommy's back and it made him hate himself a little more. He tried to pull back, but Adam just held him tighter until Tommy gave in and sank against him, bringing his own arms up around Adam's waist. He turned his face and pressed it against Adam's neck and just breathed.

"I wish things could have gone differently," Adam said at last.

Tommy lifted his head and stared up at Adam's face. "You mean that, don't you?"

Adam nodded. "I do." He looked for a second like he had more to say, but then the look was gone and he was leaning down, taking Tommy's lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

Tommy kissed him back, pushing away the guilt and self-disgust in favor of enjoying what time he had with Adam before Monte got word to him that it was time to enact the plan.

After a moment, Adam broke the kiss and stepped back, eyeing Tommy from head to toe. "You look amazing in that. Put on the belt."

Tommy did so, then stood before Adam and waited, baffled to find he felt slightly odd being dressed again after so many days spent naked.

Adam nodded his head. "Almost perfect."

Tommy's eyebrows rose in question. "Almost?"

Adam crossed to the chest at the end of the bed and opened it, pulling out a rich, velvet cloth that was folded over and very obviously holding something inside. Walking over with it, Adam set it on the bed and unfolded it, revealing two diamond encrusted triangles with a single loop at one end of each and a clasp at the other, along with a matching diamond encrusted collar.

Tommy swallowed.

Picking up one of the triangles, Adam said, "Hold out your hand."

Tommy did so and soon discovered the loop was for his middle finger. Adam laid the triangle of diamonds over the back of Tommy's hand and fitted the clasping end around Tommy's wrist, locking it shut with a key he produced from his satchel. Dutifully, Tommy held out his other hand and Adam did the same.

Looking at Tommy's hands afterwards, Adam asked, "Did you have these in Tousma?"

Tommy shook his head.

"They're called slave bracelets," Adam said. "They're worn by pleasure slaves of royalty. Something to set them apart."

"Like I need even more to do that," Tommy said, shaking his fringe into his face a little, both to make a point and to hide his expression.

His emotions were a jumble, somewhere between pleased Adam was adorning him with beautiful things and anger at himself for being pleased over such a thing, especially considering he couldn't take them off if he wanted to. With the way they were fitted, he'd never be able to work the loop off his finger, and even if he could, there was the matter of the locked clasp at his wrist to contend with. Essentially, it was further proof of his enslavement.

In response to Tommy's comment alluding to his hair, Adam reached up and tucked his fringe behind his ear, it having grown out enough to do so. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't generally keep my own slaves."

"I did notice," Tommy said, lifting his eyes to Adam's.

It was something he'd wanted to ask Adam about, but never got around to. Now didn't seem the time either, even though Adam had brought it up, because it looked like Adam had something else to say and was trying to find the right words.

"Then know that I love that your hair sets you apart. To my way of thinking, it makes you mine. Yes, it symbolizes your status as a spoil of war, but if you'd been just a regular knight captured with the rest of the army, my uncle wouldn't have cared at all about breaking you, and therefore he wouldn't have given you to me."

Put that way, Tommy found himself a little thankful for his fringe of hair. Swallowing, Tommy said softly, "I am glad he forced this on us as well."

Adam's smile was blinding. He sobered after a few seconds and picked up the collar. "This is also something worn by pleasure slaves of royalty."

Tommy nodded and lifted his chin, giving Adam access to his neck. Adam stepped forward and slipped the collar around Tommy's neck, fastening it at the back with the key he'd used on the cuffs. Afterwards, he deposited the key back in the satchel hanging from his waist.

"I'm the only one who can remove them," Adam said needlessly.

Tommy didn't think he should be turned on by that, but he found he was. Silently, he wondered if there was something wrong with him. Maybe he'd hit his head along the way somewhere and just didn't remember it. It was the only explanation as to why he liked all these things Adam did to him and with him. Either that or he had to face the fact that he indeed enjoyed being owned. A thought that disconcerted him greatly.

Adam ran his finger along the top edge of the collar lightly. "The shop keeper assured me the smooth underlay and curved edges would make this comfortable to wear. Was he truthful?"

"Yes, My Lord. It's comfortable." Heat suffused Tommy's cheeks as he found himself admitting without prompting, "I like it."

Adam's pleased smile made Tommy's stomach flutter. Quickly the pleased look on his face turned to a heated one and he slipped a finger between the collar and Tommy's throat, pulling Tommy to him. Tommy sucked in a sharp breath when Adam snaked an arm around his waist and ground against him. Adam was hard.

Leaning in, Adam nipped at Tommy's bottom lip, then said against his mouth, "I find I am in need of your mouth before we join the others for the evening meal."

Tommy shivered. He had yet to suck Adam off, mainly because Adam normally couldn't wait to fuck him whenever they were alone together. Nervous and excited at once, Tommy slid to his knees and reached out, running his hands up the fronts of Adam's thighs, gaze on Adam's face, watching for his reaction.

Adam stared down at him through hooded eyes as Tommy slid his fingers up under Adam's tunic and over his hips. When Tommy encountered the waistline of Adam's undergarment, he found and loosened the tie, then dragged the undergarment down around Adam's knees.

Pushing Adam's tunic up to his waist, Tommy stared at the erection in front of him, nerves making his breath short as he leaned in and tentatively licked at the head. Adam groaned, spurring Tommy on and Tommy licked at it again, lifting a drop of moisture from it. He tasted it, weighing what he thought about it and deciding it tasted strange, but not bad.

"Take me in your mouth," Adam instructed, reaching down to hold his tunic out of the way, freeing Tommy's hands from the task.

Tommy slid one hand to Adam's hip to stabilize himself, and wrapped the other around Adam's dick. Leaning in, Tommy parted his lips and fed the tip of Adam's cock into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, tongue darting out to lick more pre-come from Adam's slit, encouraged by Adam's moan of pleasure.

A hand made its way to the back of Tommy's head, and he felt Adam press him forward, encouraging him to take more. Tommy opened wider and more of Adam slid into his mouth. Tommy groaned at the feeling of it, sinking down around Adam until his lips met his hand.

"That's it," Adam said breathlessly. "Take my cock. Gods you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me."

Tommy looked up at Adam through his eyelashes and moaned around him, turned on by the way Adam was talking to him. Slowly, he pulled off Adam's dick until only the tip was in his mouth again. Using what he knew he liked when being pleasured this way, Tommy sucked on the head, flicking his tongue at the tip repeatedly. He watched as Adam's head dropped back and the grip on the back of Tommy's tightened.

Adam cursed, then lifted his head and looked down the length of his body at Tommy. "Keep that up and I'll come much too soon."

Tommy would have grinned if he didn't have a mouth full of cock, but he did, so he settled on moaning around Adam, trying to communicate how much he wanted to make Adam lose himself that way.

Adam got it, and smirked. "So, you want to make me come sooner rather than later, is that it?"

Tommy answered by sucking harder at the head of Adam's dick.

"Open wide, boy," Adam said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth."

Tommy groaned and opened, his own dick filling as Adam made good on his word and used Tommy's mouth for his own pleasure. Closing his eyes, Tommy concentrated on breathing and sucking and working his hand over the part of Adam he couldn't fit in his mouth, until Adam's thrusts sped up and started to fall out of rhythm, signaling he was close.

"Open your eyes," Adam panted, thrusting faster and faster.

Tommy opened them and stared up at Adam, feeling suddenly powerful as Adam shuddered and lost his rhythm completely.

"Keep your eyes on mine until I come," Adam ordered.

Tommy moaned around him and sucked harder, wanting desperately for Adam to explode in his mouth. Because of his mouth.

Adam groaned, pulling Tommy's head in as he thrust forward harder and faster until Tommy's eyes started to water with the effort not to gag, in spite of his hand holding half of Adam's dick back. And then Adam froze, head dropping back, fingers digging into the back of Tommy's head as salty liquid flooded Tommy's mouth. Tommy swallowed as much as he could, the rest leaking out the corners of his mouth.

After a moment, Adam's grip on Tommy's head loosened. Once Tommy had sucked every last drop from Adam's cock, he pulled off with a wet pop and leaned his forehead against Adam's hip as he fought to catch his breath.

One of Adam's hands came down and pushed through Tommy's hair, lifting his fringe before letting it drop again. "That was amazing."

A warm thrill shot through Tommy at the compliment, and he pressed a kiss against Adam's hip in response.

Adam ran his fingers back through Tommy's hair and tugged lightly to get his attention. "Are you hard?"

"Yes," Tommy mouthed against Adam's skin.

His dick was throbbing between his legs and had been for most of the blowjob.

"Good," Adam said. "We're ready for the evening meal then."

Tommy's head shot up and he stared at Adam in disbelief. "Like this?"

Adam nodded. "Just like that. Don't worry. It'll taper off by the time we get to the hall, I'm sure."

"But-" Tommy started, only for Adam to interrupt.

"I wasn't finished," Adam said. "Your arousal will taper off, but the frustration will stay, just as I want."

Still on his knees, Tommy swallowed, his spirits sinking.

"You said I did well," he mumbled, referring to the blowjob.

Adam tugged on Tommy's fringe until Tommy took the hint and rose to his feet.

Kissing him and licking the come away from the corners of Tommy's mouth, Adam said, "You did. I was extremely pleased. If that's how well you do with no experience, I'm sure I will pass out from the pleasure once you become skilled at it."

"Then…" Tommy trailed off, truly at a loss.

Adam sighed. "What do you think will happen if we walk into that hall and my uncle finds you've become a smiling, pliant slave?"

Tommy frowned. "I thought that was the point, that he sees I have accepted my lot in life. That you made me accept it."

Adam shook his head. "The point was to prove I'm unfit for the throne. Seeing you miserable, which he was absolutely sure would happen if you were forced to submit to me, was also the point."

Tommy glanced down, gaze landing somewhere in the vicinity of Adam's tunic-covered chest. "So you want me obedient in order to thwart his plan to keep the throne from you, but frustrated at the same time so I won't appear at peace with the way things are."

Adam nodded his head, reaching between them to palm Tommy through his silk clothing. "Something I've found over the last several days is that when you're frustrated, you're anything but pleasant, although you also do not defy me. It's the perfect balance."

Tommy moaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting into Adam's hand, in spite of the fact that he knew he wouldn't be getting any relief anytime soon.

Gasping as Adam squeezed him one last time before pulling his hand away, Tommy mumbled, "Perfect balance for you, maybe."

Adam chuckled and kissed Tommy, briefly but firmly. "Admit it. You love when I torture you this way."

Tommy scowled. It seemed to be Adam's favorite pastime since the first day they'd had sex. He liked to get Tommy all worked up and leave him that way, so that by the time he came back hours later, Tommy was ready to beg him to fuck him.

Knowing Adam liked the game, liked verbally sparring with him, Tommy refused to give in so easily, even if they both knew it to be the truth. "You're insane."

Amusement dancing in his eyes, Adam said, "Later, I'll have you writhing on my dick and I won't let you come until you admit it."

Tommy smirked at him. "You can give it your best try."

Adam's eyes flashed with heat and Tommy groaned as Adam fisted his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his collared throat.

Staring deep into Tommy's eyes, Adam said, "You can count on it, love."

By the time Adam released his hair, Tommy was panting in anticipation.

As they left the room together, Tommy trailing behind as was the custom for a sex slave, he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for Adam to hear but not for the guard, "I won't cave so easily."

Adam's chuckle accompanied by a confident, "We'll see," had Tommy's hackles up instantly, which he knew was exactly the point.

The bastard.



Tommy knelt next to Adam's chair on the mat provided for him and sat back on his heels, preparing himself for a long, grueling meal. His erection had subsided as Adam had predicted, but he was so sexually frustrated he could have punched someone. Namely Adam.

His scowl must have been something because when Prince Neil walked up with Jeni, Neil did a double take and commented to Adam, "Judging by the look on his face, brother, I wouldn't give him any sharp objects anytime soon."

Adam grinned. "He's the perfect picture of a slave that hates his submission, isn't he?"

Neil sat down and tilted his head a little as he studied Tommy. For his part, Tommy refused to drop his gaze, instead challenging Neil to say something about it.

Neil smiled after a minute, as if Tommy had passed some test, and glanced over at Adam. "He's got fire. Just what you need to keep you on your toes."

Adam smiled affectionately at Tommy, which made Tommy feel all warm and funny inside, which in turn pissed him off all over again. As did the fact that he wasn't allowed to speak in public unless spoken to, a law Adam was taking full advantage of by talking about him rather than to him. Adam laughed as Tommy glared daggers at him.

To Neil, Adam said, "Yes. I do believe he is exactly what I've been needing in my life."

Jeni glanced at Tommy with something akin to sympathy, which got Tommy's hackles up further, until she spoke and he realized it wasn't sympathy over his forced enslavement. "You'll have to excuse them. They're both idiots of the first order."

Tommy found himself smiling at her in spite of himself, but quickly schooled the look back into a scowl as the king entered the hall, his presence made known by a guard who shouted for the whole hall to hear.

Jeni's smile widened as if she knew exactly what was going on, which Tommy had to allow was a good possibility when she winked at him before turning away.

The king strode over, stopping by Adam's chair to give Tommy the once over. Tommy held his gaze only briefly before lowering his own as was expected.

After a moment, King Gregory said to Adam, "I did not expect him to look so … healthy."

Tommy tensed, knowing the king was questioning why there were no signs of a whipping visible through Tommy's see-through tunic.

As the king sat, Adam said, "There are plenty of ways to make a slave submit that do not permanently mar his skin. I didn't want to look upon a back mottled with scars when I fuck him, so I employed other tactics of persuasion."

Tommy clenched his jaw as if remembering those tactics. The king bought it.

Chuckling, King Gregory said, "You shall have to share those tactics with me sometime. I might find them useful with my own slaves."

The more the king talked, the more Tommy had to restrain himself from jumping up from his mat and beating him senseless. Possibly running him through with something long and pointy. It seemed that Adam's plan was working, though, and the king was pleased with him, so Tommy held on to that, knowing it meant the king would leave him to Adam as long as that was so.

"So," King Gregory said. "How did you get the collar on him? Did he fight it?"

Again Tommy tensed, both at being talked about like he wasn't there and at the absolute glee in the king's voice at the thought of him fighting Adam. Suddenly he was very sure the king had at some point asked Adam if he'd fought the first time Adam fucked him. Tommy wondered what Adam had said.

"He balked at first, but I brought him in line quickly enough. I made him bare his neck and beg for it, in fact."

King Gregory threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, how I wish I could have witnessed that," he said after he got himself under control.

Adam grinned. "It was a sight, to be sure."

Tommy knew the words coming out of Adam's mouth were lies calculated to win over the king and ensure both their safety and future, but he couldn't help the way his gut twisted anyway.

The king cocked his head to the side and asked, "How did I never know you had this side to you? I should have demanded you take a pleasure slave long ago."

Adam lifted his goblet and took a drink before answering, "I suppose you should have. It's been rather … enlightening."

The meal continued on that way, with the king and Adam alternately discussing him and affairs of the kingdom. Once it was apparent everyone had taken all they were going to, Adam picked up an empty plate he'd had a servant bring out and filled it with all Tommy's favorite foods.

Turning, he passed it down to Tommy. "Eat everything on your plate, slave."

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy said, keeping his head bowed as he took the plate from Adam, his stomach growling with hunger.

"You should make him eat your scraps," the king said, tone disproving.

"I'd rather have him in good health for when I want to make use of him," Adam countered. "Besides, I made sure to give him only the dishes he doesn't like. He has yet to earn a meal of food he enjoys."

Tommy looked at King Gregory from under his fringe as the king smiled approvingly at Adam. That in mind, Tommy did his best to keep a look of revulsion on his face as he slowly ate every bite of his food.



Once the evening meal concluded, Adam rose and beckoned for Tommy to follow. Just as Tommy got to his feet, though, King Gregory spoke.

"Surely you are not leaving yet," the king said. "I would like a demonstration of your slave's obedience."

Tommy stopped breathing, every muscle in his body tense as he waited for Adam's response. So far the king hadn't made it an actual order, but he very well could if Adam said the wrong thing. Or maybe Adam wouldn't protest at all, would just go along to keep up appearances. Tommy had no idea what he'd do if Adam made that decision. Tommy wasn't ready to have sex in public. He doubted he'd ever be ready, in fact.

"He is still a work in progress," Adam said, sounding saddened at having to decline. "Allow me to continue working with him, Uncle, so that his performance is all that it should be."

King Gregory's gaze slid to Tommy's, and Tommy felt his skin crawl at the cruel smirk on the king's lips and the lust in his eyes. Quickly, Tommy dropped his gaze so he wouldn't have to see that expression on his face.

"I don't know, " the king said. "I might enjoy seeing him fight you."

"It's amusing, to be sure," Adam said. "But in front of the other knights it might discredit some of my authority. And then there is the matter of the sovereign. If word were to get back to her that a slave had been forced into sexual servitude…"

Adam left that sentence dangling and Tommy snuck a peek from behind his fringe at the king's face, hope leaping in his chest at the considering look the king was giving Adam. Finally, King Gregory nodded and Tommy let out a slow, silent sigh of relief.

"Very well. You raise good points. Take the time you need. I'm sure the wait will be worth it."

"Good night, Uncle," Adam said.

Adam turned and motioned for Tommy to follow. Tommy wasted no time hurrying after him, eager to get as far away from the king as possible.

[Part 8]