Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Butterfly ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Flaming Jello 
When dreams get a little out of hand, Leo can only stand back and watch his life smash to peices.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.18.2008 | Updated On: 03.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 268 | Status: Completed
When dreams get a little out of hand, Leo can only stand back and watch his life smash to peices.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.18.2008 | Updated On: 03.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 268 | Status: Completed
My friend wrote this story for me based on a poem that that I wrote and (oddly enough) I really like what she made for me! But really, I appreciate it! Nobody makes me stuff... sad, right? T.T Well, the actual author has something for you, too. >.>(...can't imagine why...)
F-J
From the author (who wished to remain anonymous due to the nature of this story):
Hi! My very first lemon! If you could call it that, since it isn’t a fanfiction whatsoever. It’s actually about two people I know, and I wrote it for one of them. R-Rated, so if you’re under 18, you shouldn’t be reading this. Haha… I’m under eighteen. Does that mean that I can’t proofread my own work? *Sigh* A paradox. I’ll just break the law this once… And it’s not even that bad. I’m new at this so it’s pretty light. But if you don’t like boy-boy stuff then you shouldn’t read this. It was pretty awkward for me to even write it, cuz I’m really not into this kind of stuff… and it was turning into an outrageously long all-out sex story so I cut out a shower scene, the whole ballroom scene, and a couple B/J scenes. I also refrained from using foul language, only a little bit so I hope that makes some people happy for reasons that I cannot fathom.
Thanks to:
-William, for helping me get the initial idea. He’s adorable. When I wanted details on Leo’s perception of Michael, voila! Ask Will.
-J He’s a genius. And he’s one of the many loves of my life.
So I admit --- the sex did not come from my own head. I’ll have to thank the only teenager I regularly talk to that has had more gay sex than every teenager at my school combined. Jackie, you’re my savior for helping me write “those” parts. Thank you for being there for me at six in the morning when I woke up and called you so you could get on messenger when I finished writing this. Good times.
Also, the reading of Yellow helped me. Yes, I’ve read that- but if you want to read mine, then I guess you can’t judge me. So ha.
Spring Break. Absolutely essential. Gotta love spring break.
Google is also the ninth wonder of the world.
The Butterfly
by HFCS
The eyes closed slowly, and then a hoarse, unkind voice called him insistently.
“Leo! Rise and shine!”
Startled, the boy woke up. He looked outside his window, and saw the faint rays of sun barely peeking over the deep green hills. He sighed with distinct dismay, and then opened his closet. Violently bright colors invaded his vision as the sun’s feeble rays illuminated his few outfits. The spectrum of colors reflected onto his skin, and he smiled a bitter smile that was mixed with a sense of deep longing.
An unsteady shaking hand chose a neon blue outfit with black accent. He tugged it off the hanger and threw it onto his bed. He sluggishly slipped his boxers over his feet, and threw them casually down the laundry chute. Another side drawer was opened, and clean boxers were selected. He started to put them on, and as his hand ran up his thigh, a flashback of his dream hit him like a train.
He was staring into deep pits of coffee, and his arms were pinned above his head by his companion’s hand. He struggled slightly, but immediately ceased when he felt a warm, insistent hand snake up his inner thigh.
He shook his head roughly. Fantasies about him weren’t just childish; at this point they were also dangerous. He continued to put on his boxers, and as soon as he had, an old, haggard woman burst in.
“Leo! You’re not even dressed, you pathetic scum. The king requested you. You should wear that one suit…” She spied the blue suit that Leo had picked out, and cracked a small half-smile.
“You must be a psychic! That’s the exact same suit that the king complimented last month when you performed for him!”
Leo knew it too well. Of course he remembered when the young king complemented his suit, he thought of that afternoon every single night before he went to sleep.
The royal blue suit that clung tight to his skin had made him so self conscious that he sweat slightly in his nervousness, which in turn made the suit cling more tightly and outlined every bulge of muscle he had. At the end of the performance, he had bowed before the king, sweaty and feeling naked. He bowed as far low as he could, and the king placed his hand on the back of his neck.
A shock of unprecedented pleasure perforated his already adrenaline-pumped system and he bent even lower to try to hide the aftereffects of the king’s simple gesture.
“You did well,” the king said simply, and his hand still lingered there.
“Thank you, your majesty,” Leo replied in a throaty awed whisper, his body still laced with excitement from the hand on his nape. The fingers twitched ever so slightly, making a barely audible scratching noise against the tight, moist fabric. Or maybe that was just in his head.
“This suit that you wear, it pleases me,” the king stated. A million thoughts raced through Leo’s mind, and he blushed with embarrassment.
“Thank you, your majesty,” he replied reverently, raising his head a fraction of an inch so he could feel the young king’s fingertips slide down his back. The friction sent pleasure coursing through his body, and it was all he could do not to moan.
“I wish for you to perform whenever I am at this castle,” the king stated even more loudly, a tone of confusion barely present in his voice. The king brushed his hand up Leo’s neck, and the strong fingers lifted up his chin so that Leo could look at the king. Leo was thrown into a purely physical world, where sound and scent did not exist. He immediately met the king’s eyes, a desperate wanting hunger creeping over his body.
A few lost strands of the king’s raven hair fell into the most complex, deeply brown eyes he had ever seen in his life with a few sparse flecks of dark bronze. The king opened his mouth to speak, and Leo watched them move up and down. Then suddenly, the king’s eyebrows furrowed, and Leo opened his ears.
“I said, what is your name? I will not repeat the question!” the king thundered.
“I’m most sorry your royal majesty, I am a lowly peasant who is dumb and unworthy of your majestic presence. My name is Leo.” The kings brusque tone reminded Leo of his place, and he carefully eradicated every sensual thought that he had in his mind.
The king smiled a smug smile, pleased of how he could make the lowly peasant jump about. “I like you. I definitely want you to perform for this castle.”
“Thank you majesty. You are most kind.”
“You may leave.”
Leo collected all of the thoughts in his head, and thankfully became aware that his body had calmed down. He got up as gracefully as he could manage from the position he was in, and rose like a cobra. He saw the king’s eyes scan his body. He returned the favor and scanned the king’s body in the seated chair, and astonished he thought he saw a slight rise of the heavy fabric between where the king’s thighs should have been. Half wanting more clothes on, and half wanting less, he walked out of court. From the reflection on the smooth gold wall, he saw the king’s eyes follow him every step of the way out.
Leo basked in the happy fact that he would see the king again. The tight fabric had grown even tighter over the muscles that he was developing. He threw on a robe to battle the chill, and went to join the old woman.
“But why should I be up so early?”
The old crone shook her head with puzzlement. “The king’s request was for a private performance first, and then a public performance down at the Rivedall Square. I don’t know why, and I never question the king!” She grew more animated and more gruesome with each accented word. Her puffy cheeks constricted, sending sickening strings of spit out at Leo. He flinched slightly at her foulness, then paced quickly to his advisor.
“Apparently, I have a performance for the king? Two performances?” he queried.
“Yes. He wants you to go directly to his chambers for the first, and then later this evening,” she replied professionally.
A foreboding thrill jolted up his leg, and his dream took over again temporarily.
The brown eyes closed, and Leo’s neck was gently forced up by a hand that had entrapped itself into his hair. He felt a hot, wet, rough tongue travel across his neck and explore his collarbone as he groaned anxiously.
“Leo? Leo!”
For the third time that day, Leo had lost himself in his fantasies. He vowed it would be his last, and set himself to doing his work. “When is he expecting me?”
“In about twenty minutes. You need this pass,” she handed him a plaque, “and you need this map,” and she handed him a folded piece of parchment. “Go now. He doesn’t like people who are late.”
Leo paced the hallways, taking hairpin turns and passing through several guarded doorways that required him to show his pass. As he descended through the levels of the castle, the furnishings grew more and more luxurious. The carpet quieted his footsteps.
He finally came upon a daunting double door with double the guards that he had encountered previously.
“This is it. Focus,” Leo muttered to himself.
“What was that?” called the lead guard. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
Leo jumped. “I was just talking to myself,” he explained, hoping that he hadn’t just botched up his opportunity.
“Well then, let me see your authority to be here,” the guard eyed him suspiciously.
“Here,” Leo said, handing the guard the plaque.
The guard checked it over, then handed it to one of his subordinates, who immediately left with it.
“The king is expecting you,” he said, while the remaining two guards heaved the doors open.
The huge doors creaked open ominously. Leo stepped in cautiously, and the guards started to heave the doors closed.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Leo said quickly, his pulse rising.
“We’re closing the doors. It’s protocol,” the lead guard replied, leaning against a marble pillar with a sardonic smile on his face.
The doors grinded shut, with a sickening thud at the end. Leo was reminded of bones grinding on each other, with no cartilage to cushion them. He stared at the long hallway before him. The subtle lighting seemed to make the white marble walls glow incandescently and a deft bend lay near the end of the hallway, so that the destination was hidden from the eyes of anyone not directly next to it. Taking every shred of willpower found in his body, Leo placed his right foot in front of his left, and started a steady pace down the hallway.
As he traveled down the hallway, flashes of his dream slid into his consciousness. He grew stiff, and as much as he willed himself to control it, he could not help but reminisce of every single night’s dreams since he had met the king for the first time. The skintight suit showed his feelings quite clearly, and he was sweating from nerves. Should he wait until he could control it, and risk the king’s extreme anger of being late, or should he just walk in with a hard on?
Leo decided that being late was worse, so he quickened his step in hopes of getting it over with. As soon as he passed the bend in the hallway, he saw a smaller set of plain wooden doors. He knocked softly, and when no response came, he knocked with slightly more force.
The door creaked open on well-oiled hinges, and he entered a spacious antechamber. He was confronted with a tropical paradise. Huge banyan tree trunks were stretching through the glass ceiling and scratching the sky with their mushroom shaped clusters of contorted, gnarled branches. A small flock of rainbow parakeets flew across the room, scolding Leo for entering without permission. Leo quickly shut the door behind him, so none of the birds would get out. A bold macaw swooped around him, circled him a couple times, then perched onto his left shoulder.
“What’s your name?” the bird screeched unpleasantly.
Leo, easily amused, replied, “My name is Leo.”
“What’s your name Leo?” the bird replied happily.
Leo, stumped, simply said, “Yeah…”
“Yeah! What’s your name Leo?” the bird said.
“Um… my name is Leo,” the confused teenager stated.
“Oh, stop teasing the poor boy Simon!” a voice casually rang out from behind a particularly large tree trunk.
“His majesty king royal brat Michael!” the macaw cried out happily, flying towards the voice.
“You dratted bird, I told you no! Don’t say that!” the young king cried, walking out from behind the tree with an abashed, stern expression on his face.
“Dratted his majesty king royal brat Michael I told you no!” the macaw crooned, perching on his left shoulder.
“You pest! You are an absolute pest, you do realize that?” the king replied to the bird, scratching its head.
The bird, extremely happy from the scratching he was receiving, lovingly replied “You absolute pest, dratted his majesty royal brat Michael.”
Leo, who had been staring at the pair in wonderment, came to his senses and immediately collapsed onto his knees and prostrated himself upon the leaf-covered floor.
“Oh, do get up. I’m not a king in here, I’m merely Michael. As this utterly worthless bird so aptly informed you,” the king stated plainly. “You’re Leo, am I correct?”
“Yes, your majesty, that is what they call me,” Leo replied, unaware of how to respond to the king’s candidness.
“Oh no, don’t be like that,” the exacerbated king sighed exasperatedly.
“You’re majesty, I must be respectful at all–“
“My name is Michael. Well then, let’s see you perform! Why don’t we go to my bedchamber?”
Leo walked towards the kings outstretched arm, looking idiotic as he attempted a crablike side shuffle in attempts to hide his reaction to the king. But as Michael gave him a puzzled look, Leo resigned himself and started walking like a normal human being. The king spotted the bulge that Leo had been so ardently trying to hide. Michael was taken aback, and his arm lowered a fraction of an inch as he gazed for a few hungry seconds. Then, as if he had been oblivious to what he was doing, his eyes snapped back up to meet Leo’s face, and he smiled a confident, radiant smile that showed no indication of Leo’s present state.
“Hurry up,” Michael called. Leo passed him curiously, and then walked slowly around the huge trunk that concealed a modest wooden door. He grasped the hewn handle, pressed down on it, and turned it slightly. He pushed it inwards and…
“This is my bedchamber,” the king stated proudly. It was a low ceilinged room, with ample floor space and an oversized bed in a deep purple red.
“There,” the king commanded, pointing to what seemed to be a miniature stage directly to their left. “Perform some acrobatics.”
Leo stood in the middle of the room, preparing himself. He breathed in five slow, deep breaths and then counted off.
“One, two, three.”
Leo flung himself into open space. After every 10 tricks, he would take a ten second pause to breathe, then do a different set of tricks. His body seemed to mold with the air, and he whirled and spun with a fluid grace that captivated the king. Leo lost all perception of reality, and focused only on the task at hand. He forgot whom he was performing for and where he was.
Turn flip turn flip roll bounce spin hop double flip
Breathe, and slowly inhale five, again go
He had been moving around so much that the wall was directly behind him. He quickly outlined 10 acrobatics that would allow him to travel forward without hitting the wall. He was bracing himself to do a forward flip, when his whole body was hurled into the wall. Leo felt Michael’s hot breath in his ear, felt his hand grope his lower back wantingly. He froze, unacquainted with how he should react to the ruler of his country in a situation such as this. Michael felt his stiffness and instantly peeled himself off. His face was a brilliant crimson, and he coughed to break the loud silence that hung in the air.
“Maybe…”
Leo was frozen with terror. The king could have him executed. The king had just answered all of his prayers and dreams and hopes, yet he had remained stiff. He stared at Michael in horror, praying for a second chance.
The king cleared his throat, and he tried to speak again. “Why don’t you take a shower, get yourself cleaned up. The towels are already in the bathroom.”
Leo walked into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. He slipped out of his clothes, then started the running water.
“I’m sorry. About that,” Michael called awkwardly. Leo stepped into the shower.
Out of fear that Leo could not hear him, Michael increased the volume of his voice and continued on.
“I’ve been with women. Several women actually. It was nice. But for me, it was never the gratifying experience that my friends made it out to be. The first time I watched you perform, and just then…”
The king paused. Leo could only stipulate that it was from embarrassment again. He was suddenly presented with an idea, and his body responded to it.
“…I thought it was, well, sexual in nature. But they’re simply animal instincts with no basis and are pointless. I’m sincerely sorry if you feel molested in any way, and I promise you it won’t happen again.”
Leo stepped out of the shower decisively. He took a small towel and wrapped it around his waist, without drying off, he strode to the door.
“Sure, I enjoyed watching you,” Michael went on babbling, “but who does not take pleasure in seeing something done well? It was nothing sexual.”
With those last words, Leo reached the entryway, and flung the door open. Michael stared, speechless, feeling the unisexual animal instincts that came when someone did something well rise up in him. Leo walked to him, deliberately looked in his eyes, then asked a simple question.
“Michael?”
A devilish grin formed on Michael’s face, and the king traced the edges of Leo’s lips with his tongue while sliding his left hand under the towel. His right hand clumsily fumbled with the knot in it’s haste. The towel fell away, and a soaring feeling was present in Leo’s stomach. Michael slowly kneeled before Leo. Leo’s arms, which had been massaging Michael’s chest, traveled up to his shoulders and gently drove Michael down to his knees.
Michael’s tongue first hovered around the base of Leo’s hard shaft, sending Leo careening into a sensual world of hot pleasure. He threw his head back, and Michael ran his tongue up from the base to the tip. Leo arched his back, curling his toes slightly as a soft moan escaped him. Michael then took the tip and manipulated his lips and tongue to please Leo, as if he were making out with it. A hot, salty load of cum shot into the back of Michael’s mouth, and he swallowed it eagerly and continued, hoping for another taste. Leo pulled him off and laid him flat on the floor, trapping Michael’s arms and legs with his own.
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” he breathed heavily into Michael’s ear. He licked his pointer and middle finger, then quickly plunged them deep into Michael. Michael cried out, but Leo silenced him with a heated kiss. He twisted his fingers around the inside of Michael’s tight hole until Michael’s cries of pain became moans of pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to cry,” Leo said, licking the sharp edge of Michael’s jawbone. He removed his fingers, and lifted his legs up. He positioned himself, then quickly thrusted forward.
“Leo,” Michael cried out again, a mix between extreme pleasure and a small amount of pain. Again and again, Leo thrusted until they were both trembling with ecstasy and excitement.
..
“More, harder, harder, harder, oh!” Michael screamed. Leo, unable to contain it anymore let loose a huge load of cum. Michael writhed, screaming “Fill me Leo, fuck me harder!” Leo plunged deeper and released another huge load into Michael, making him twitch and moan uncontrollably. “More, more,” Michael begged, deliriously happy and on the edge of climax. “Oh!” Michael let loose with a soft scream as Leo pumped in and out of him, and he arched his back, an expression of oblivion coming over his face. Milliseconds later, Leo released his final load and went into climax, biting Michael’s neck until he bled. Then, a heavy sleep overcame both of them…
..
Leo spun and flipped in wild acrobatics, and the crowd cheered at Rivedall square. Leo was dizzy from the happiness that he felt, and extremely nervous about what was soon to come.
“We’ll get out of here, you and I,” Michael said, as he woke up to Leo staring at his perfection. “We’ll leave, and never come back,”
“Will we?” Leo wondered. He doubted the young king would leave his entire kingdom just for him. But Michael’s gloriously dark, sentimental eyes stared on without amusement.
“Don’t you want to leave with me?” he asked seriously, sliding his hand up Leo’s chest.
“Yes, with all my heart,” Leo replied honestly.
“Well then, we’ll leave after your performance,” Michael stated, and got up to get dressed.
“But…” Leo watched Michael’s muscles ripple, “what about the kingdom?”
“Fuck it,” Michael called, attempting to put on a heavy cape and not succeeding in clasping it right. Leo quickly stood up, and helped him fasten it. Michael looked deep into Leo’s eyes over his shoulder, then stole a kiss.
“You have the most beautiful gray-green eyes I have ever seen.” Another chaste kiss. “So, after you perform, you will be led to my car, and the driver will drive us to the next country. I will have enough money to pay for our living for quite a while, and the kingdom is willing to give us small amounts of money to support us. We’ll live humbly, but we’ll never starve and we will be moderately comfortable,” Michael continued on.
“Would you really give this all up?” Leo asked.
“For you I would,”
“And when did you make these plans?” Leo wondered. He was sure that Michael had been sound asleep, for he’d been watching him rest casually on the bed for a few hours now.
Michael looked into his eyes. “I had these plans ready from the moment I saw you.”
..
Leo executed his final bow, and a set of guards let him through the curtains in the back of the makeshift stage. A stretch automobile was waiting for him, and one of the guards opened the door for him. Michael was waiting inside, and Leo quickly sat down next to him.
“It worked,” Leo said, stunned that he was leaving behind his life to be with the man of his dreams.
“Well, the car ride is about three hours long, and there’s a barrier between us and the driver. What do you say?” Michael said with a sly grin.
Leo tackled him, and they slowly started to undress each other while kissing passionately.
The driver, slightly disturbed from the moans and noises that the pair were making in the backseat, turned Queen up to as high as the cheap radio could go. He took a left, and smiled as he left the large city.
F-J
From the author (who wished to remain anonymous due to the nature of this story):
Hi! My very first lemon! If you could call it that, since it isn’t a fanfiction whatsoever. It’s actually about two people I know, and I wrote it for one of them. R-Rated, so if you’re under 18, you shouldn’t be reading this. Haha… I’m under eighteen. Does that mean that I can’t proofread my own work? *Sigh* A paradox. I’ll just break the law this once… And it’s not even that bad. I’m new at this so it’s pretty light. But if you don’t like boy-boy stuff then you shouldn’t read this. It was pretty awkward for me to even write it, cuz I’m really not into this kind of stuff… and it was turning into an outrageously long all-out sex story so I cut out a shower scene, the whole ballroom scene, and a couple B/J scenes. I also refrained from using foul language, only a little bit so I hope that makes some people happy for reasons that I cannot fathom.
Thanks to:
-William, for helping me get the initial idea. He’s adorable. When I wanted details on Leo’s perception of Michael, voila! Ask Will.
-J He’s a genius. And he’s one of the many loves of my life.
So I admit --- the sex did not come from my own head. I’ll have to thank the only teenager I regularly talk to that has had more gay sex than every teenager at my school combined. Jackie, you’re my savior for helping me write “those” parts. Thank you for being there for me at six in the morning when I woke up and called you so you could get on messenger when I finished writing this. Good times.
Also, the reading of Yellow helped me. Yes, I’ve read that- but if you want to read mine, then I guess you can’t judge me. So ha.
Spring Break. Absolutely essential. Gotta love spring break.
Google is also the ninth wonder of the world.
The Butterfly
by HFCS
The eyes closed slowly, and then a hoarse, unkind voice called him insistently.
“Leo! Rise and shine!”
Startled, the boy woke up. He looked outside his window, and saw the faint rays of sun barely peeking over the deep green hills. He sighed with distinct dismay, and then opened his closet. Violently bright colors invaded his vision as the sun’s feeble rays illuminated his few outfits. The spectrum of colors reflected onto his skin, and he smiled a bitter smile that was mixed with a sense of deep longing.
An unsteady shaking hand chose a neon blue outfit with black accent. He tugged it off the hanger and threw it onto his bed. He sluggishly slipped his boxers over his feet, and threw them casually down the laundry chute. Another side drawer was opened, and clean boxers were selected. He started to put them on, and as his hand ran up his thigh, a flashback of his dream hit him like a train.
He was staring into deep pits of coffee, and his arms were pinned above his head by his companion’s hand. He struggled slightly, but immediately ceased when he felt a warm, insistent hand snake up his inner thigh.
He shook his head roughly. Fantasies about him weren’t just childish; at this point they were also dangerous. He continued to put on his boxers, and as soon as he had, an old, haggard woman burst in.
“Leo! You’re not even dressed, you pathetic scum. The king requested you. You should wear that one suit…” She spied the blue suit that Leo had picked out, and cracked a small half-smile.
“You must be a psychic! That’s the exact same suit that the king complimented last month when you performed for him!”
Leo knew it too well. Of course he remembered when the young king complemented his suit, he thought of that afternoon every single night before he went to sleep.
The royal blue suit that clung tight to his skin had made him so self conscious that he sweat slightly in his nervousness, which in turn made the suit cling more tightly and outlined every bulge of muscle he had. At the end of the performance, he had bowed before the king, sweaty and feeling naked. He bowed as far low as he could, and the king placed his hand on the back of his neck.
A shock of unprecedented pleasure perforated his already adrenaline-pumped system and he bent even lower to try to hide the aftereffects of the king’s simple gesture.
“You did well,” the king said simply, and his hand still lingered there.
“Thank you, your majesty,” Leo replied in a throaty awed whisper, his body still laced with excitement from the hand on his nape. The fingers twitched ever so slightly, making a barely audible scratching noise against the tight, moist fabric. Or maybe that was just in his head.
“This suit that you wear, it pleases me,” the king stated. A million thoughts raced through Leo’s mind, and he blushed with embarrassment.
“Thank you, your majesty,” he replied reverently, raising his head a fraction of an inch so he could feel the young king’s fingertips slide down his back. The friction sent pleasure coursing through his body, and it was all he could do not to moan.
“I wish for you to perform whenever I am at this castle,” the king stated even more loudly, a tone of confusion barely present in his voice. The king brushed his hand up Leo’s neck, and the strong fingers lifted up his chin so that Leo could look at the king. Leo was thrown into a purely physical world, where sound and scent did not exist. He immediately met the king’s eyes, a desperate wanting hunger creeping over his body.
A few lost strands of the king’s raven hair fell into the most complex, deeply brown eyes he had ever seen in his life with a few sparse flecks of dark bronze. The king opened his mouth to speak, and Leo watched them move up and down. Then suddenly, the king’s eyebrows furrowed, and Leo opened his ears.
“I said, what is your name? I will not repeat the question!” the king thundered.
“I’m most sorry your royal majesty, I am a lowly peasant who is dumb and unworthy of your majestic presence. My name is Leo.” The kings brusque tone reminded Leo of his place, and he carefully eradicated every sensual thought that he had in his mind.
The king smiled a smug smile, pleased of how he could make the lowly peasant jump about. “I like you. I definitely want you to perform for this castle.”
“Thank you majesty. You are most kind.”
“You may leave.”
Leo collected all of the thoughts in his head, and thankfully became aware that his body had calmed down. He got up as gracefully as he could manage from the position he was in, and rose like a cobra. He saw the king’s eyes scan his body. He returned the favor and scanned the king’s body in the seated chair, and astonished he thought he saw a slight rise of the heavy fabric between where the king’s thighs should have been. Half wanting more clothes on, and half wanting less, he walked out of court. From the reflection on the smooth gold wall, he saw the king’s eyes follow him every step of the way out.
Leo basked in the happy fact that he would see the king again. The tight fabric had grown even tighter over the muscles that he was developing. He threw on a robe to battle the chill, and went to join the old woman.
“But why should I be up so early?”
The old crone shook her head with puzzlement. “The king’s request was for a private performance first, and then a public performance down at the Rivedall Square. I don’t know why, and I never question the king!” She grew more animated and more gruesome with each accented word. Her puffy cheeks constricted, sending sickening strings of spit out at Leo. He flinched slightly at her foulness, then paced quickly to his advisor.
“Apparently, I have a performance for the king? Two performances?” he queried.
“Yes. He wants you to go directly to his chambers for the first, and then later this evening,” she replied professionally.
A foreboding thrill jolted up his leg, and his dream took over again temporarily.
The brown eyes closed, and Leo’s neck was gently forced up by a hand that had entrapped itself into his hair. He felt a hot, wet, rough tongue travel across his neck and explore his collarbone as he groaned anxiously.
“Leo? Leo!”
For the third time that day, Leo had lost himself in his fantasies. He vowed it would be his last, and set himself to doing his work. “When is he expecting me?”
“In about twenty minutes. You need this pass,” she handed him a plaque, “and you need this map,” and she handed him a folded piece of parchment. “Go now. He doesn’t like people who are late.”
Leo paced the hallways, taking hairpin turns and passing through several guarded doorways that required him to show his pass. As he descended through the levels of the castle, the furnishings grew more and more luxurious. The carpet quieted his footsteps.
He finally came upon a daunting double door with double the guards that he had encountered previously.
“This is it. Focus,” Leo muttered to himself.
“What was that?” called the lead guard. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
Leo jumped. “I was just talking to myself,” he explained, hoping that he hadn’t just botched up his opportunity.
“Well then, let me see your authority to be here,” the guard eyed him suspiciously.
“Here,” Leo said, handing the guard the plaque.
The guard checked it over, then handed it to one of his subordinates, who immediately left with it.
“The king is expecting you,” he said, while the remaining two guards heaved the doors open.
The huge doors creaked open ominously. Leo stepped in cautiously, and the guards started to heave the doors closed.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Leo said quickly, his pulse rising.
“We’re closing the doors. It’s protocol,” the lead guard replied, leaning against a marble pillar with a sardonic smile on his face.
The doors grinded shut, with a sickening thud at the end. Leo was reminded of bones grinding on each other, with no cartilage to cushion them. He stared at the long hallway before him. The subtle lighting seemed to make the white marble walls glow incandescently and a deft bend lay near the end of the hallway, so that the destination was hidden from the eyes of anyone not directly next to it. Taking every shred of willpower found in his body, Leo placed his right foot in front of his left, and started a steady pace down the hallway.
As he traveled down the hallway, flashes of his dream slid into his consciousness. He grew stiff, and as much as he willed himself to control it, he could not help but reminisce of every single night’s dreams since he had met the king for the first time. The skintight suit showed his feelings quite clearly, and he was sweating from nerves. Should he wait until he could control it, and risk the king’s extreme anger of being late, or should he just walk in with a hard on?
Leo decided that being late was worse, so he quickened his step in hopes of getting it over with. As soon as he passed the bend in the hallway, he saw a smaller set of plain wooden doors. He knocked softly, and when no response came, he knocked with slightly more force.
The door creaked open on well-oiled hinges, and he entered a spacious antechamber. He was confronted with a tropical paradise. Huge banyan tree trunks were stretching through the glass ceiling and scratching the sky with their mushroom shaped clusters of contorted, gnarled branches. A small flock of rainbow parakeets flew across the room, scolding Leo for entering without permission. Leo quickly shut the door behind him, so none of the birds would get out. A bold macaw swooped around him, circled him a couple times, then perched onto his left shoulder.
“What’s your name?” the bird screeched unpleasantly.
Leo, easily amused, replied, “My name is Leo.”
“What’s your name Leo?” the bird replied happily.
Leo, stumped, simply said, “Yeah…”
“Yeah! What’s your name Leo?” the bird said.
“Um… my name is Leo,” the confused teenager stated.
“Oh, stop teasing the poor boy Simon!” a voice casually rang out from behind a particularly large tree trunk.
“His majesty king royal brat Michael!” the macaw cried out happily, flying towards the voice.
“You dratted bird, I told you no! Don’t say that!” the young king cried, walking out from behind the tree with an abashed, stern expression on his face.
“Dratted his majesty king royal brat Michael I told you no!” the macaw crooned, perching on his left shoulder.
“You pest! You are an absolute pest, you do realize that?” the king replied to the bird, scratching its head.
The bird, extremely happy from the scratching he was receiving, lovingly replied “You absolute pest, dratted his majesty royal brat Michael.”
Leo, who had been staring at the pair in wonderment, came to his senses and immediately collapsed onto his knees and prostrated himself upon the leaf-covered floor.
“Oh, do get up. I’m not a king in here, I’m merely Michael. As this utterly worthless bird so aptly informed you,” the king stated plainly. “You’re Leo, am I correct?”
“Yes, your majesty, that is what they call me,” Leo replied, unaware of how to respond to the king’s candidness.
“Oh no, don’t be like that,” the exacerbated king sighed exasperatedly.
“You’re majesty, I must be respectful at all–“
“My name is Michael. Well then, let’s see you perform! Why don’t we go to my bedchamber?”
Leo walked towards the kings outstretched arm, looking idiotic as he attempted a crablike side shuffle in attempts to hide his reaction to the king. But as Michael gave him a puzzled look, Leo resigned himself and started walking like a normal human being. The king spotted the bulge that Leo had been so ardently trying to hide. Michael was taken aback, and his arm lowered a fraction of an inch as he gazed for a few hungry seconds. Then, as if he had been oblivious to what he was doing, his eyes snapped back up to meet Leo’s face, and he smiled a confident, radiant smile that showed no indication of Leo’s present state.
“Hurry up,” Michael called. Leo passed him curiously, and then walked slowly around the huge trunk that concealed a modest wooden door. He grasped the hewn handle, pressed down on it, and turned it slightly. He pushed it inwards and…
“This is my bedchamber,” the king stated proudly. It was a low ceilinged room, with ample floor space and an oversized bed in a deep purple red.
“There,” the king commanded, pointing to what seemed to be a miniature stage directly to their left. “Perform some acrobatics.”
Leo stood in the middle of the room, preparing himself. He breathed in five slow, deep breaths and then counted off.
“One, two, three.”
Leo flung himself into open space. After every 10 tricks, he would take a ten second pause to breathe, then do a different set of tricks. His body seemed to mold with the air, and he whirled and spun with a fluid grace that captivated the king. Leo lost all perception of reality, and focused only on the task at hand. He forgot whom he was performing for and where he was.
Turn flip turn flip roll bounce spin hop double flip
Breathe, and slowly inhale five, again go
He had been moving around so much that the wall was directly behind him. He quickly outlined 10 acrobatics that would allow him to travel forward without hitting the wall. He was bracing himself to do a forward flip, when his whole body was hurled into the wall. Leo felt Michael’s hot breath in his ear, felt his hand grope his lower back wantingly. He froze, unacquainted with how he should react to the ruler of his country in a situation such as this. Michael felt his stiffness and instantly peeled himself off. His face was a brilliant crimson, and he coughed to break the loud silence that hung in the air.
“Maybe…”
Leo was frozen with terror. The king could have him executed. The king had just answered all of his prayers and dreams and hopes, yet he had remained stiff. He stared at Michael in horror, praying for a second chance.
The king cleared his throat, and he tried to speak again. “Why don’t you take a shower, get yourself cleaned up. The towels are already in the bathroom.”
Leo walked into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. He slipped out of his clothes, then started the running water.
“I’m sorry. About that,” Michael called awkwardly. Leo stepped into the shower.
Out of fear that Leo could not hear him, Michael increased the volume of his voice and continued on.
“I’ve been with women. Several women actually. It was nice. But for me, it was never the gratifying experience that my friends made it out to be. The first time I watched you perform, and just then…”
The king paused. Leo could only stipulate that it was from embarrassment again. He was suddenly presented with an idea, and his body responded to it.
“…I thought it was, well, sexual in nature. But they’re simply animal instincts with no basis and are pointless. I’m sincerely sorry if you feel molested in any way, and I promise you it won’t happen again.”
Leo stepped out of the shower decisively. He took a small towel and wrapped it around his waist, without drying off, he strode to the door.
“Sure, I enjoyed watching you,” Michael went on babbling, “but who does not take pleasure in seeing something done well? It was nothing sexual.”
With those last words, Leo reached the entryway, and flung the door open. Michael stared, speechless, feeling the unisexual animal instincts that came when someone did something well rise up in him. Leo walked to him, deliberately looked in his eyes, then asked a simple question.
“Michael?”
A devilish grin formed on Michael’s face, and the king traced the edges of Leo’s lips with his tongue while sliding his left hand under the towel. His right hand clumsily fumbled with the knot in it’s haste. The towel fell away, and a soaring feeling was present in Leo’s stomach. Michael slowly kneeled before Leo. Leo’s arms, which had been massaging Michael’s chest, traveled up to his shoulders and gently drove Michael down to his knees.
Michael’s tongue first hovered around the base of Leo’s hard shaft, sending Leo careening into a sensual world of hot pleasure. He threw his head back, and Michael ran his tongue up from the base to the tip. Leo arched his back, curling his toes slightly as a soft moan escaped him. Michael then took the tip and manipulated his lips and tongue to please Leo, as if he were making out with it. A hot, salty load of cum shot into the back of Michael’s mouth, and he swallowed it eagerly and continued, hoping for another taste. Leo pulled him off and laid him flat on the floor, trapping Michael’s arms and legs with his own.
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” he breathed heavily into Michael’s ear. He licked his pointer and middle finger, then quickly plunged them deep into Michael. Michael cried out, but Leo silenced him with a heated kiss. He twisted his fingers around the inside of Michael’s tight hole until Michael’s cries of pain became moans of pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to cry,” Leo said, licking the sharp edge of Michael’s jawbone. He removed his fingers, and lifted his legs up. He positioned himself, then quickly thrusted forward.
“Leo,” Michael cried out again, a mix between extreme pleasure and a small amount of pain. Again and again, Leo thrusted until they were both trembling with ecstasy and excitement.
..
“More, harder, harder, harder, oh!” Michael screamed. Leo, unable to contain it anymore let loose a huge load of cum. Michael writhed, screaming “Fill me Leo, fuck me harder!” Leo plunged deeper and released another huge load into Michael, making him twitch and moan uncontrollably. “More, more,” Michael begged, deliriously happy and on the edge of climax. “Oh!” Michael let loose with a soft scream as Leo pumped in and out of him, and he arched his back, an expression of oblivion coming over his face. Milliseconds later, Leo released his final load and went into climax, biting Michael’s neck until he bled. Then, a heavy sleep overcame both of them…
..
Leo spun and flipped in wild acrobatics, and the crowd cheered at Rivedall square. Leo was dizzy from the happiness that he felt, and extremely nervous about what was soon to come.
“We’ll get out of here, you and I,” Michael said, as he woke up to Leo staring at his perfection. “We’ll leave, and never come back,”
“Will we?” Leo wondered. He doubted the young king would leave his entire kingdom just for him. But Michael’s gloriously dark, sentimental eyes stared on without amusement.
“Don’t you want to leave with me?” he asked seriously, sliding his hand up Leo’s chest.
“Yes, with all my heart,” Leo replied honestly.
“Well then, we’ll leave after your performance,” Michael stated, and got up to get dressed.
“But…” Leo watched Michael’s muscles ripple, “what about the kingdom?”
“Fuck it,” Michael called, attempting to put on a heavy cape and not succeeding in clasping it right. Leo quickly stood up, and helped him fasten it. Michael looked deep into Leo’s eyes over his shoulder, then stole a kiss.
“You have the most beautiful gray-green eyes I have ever seen.” Another chaste kiss. “So, after you perform, you will be led to my car, and the driver will drive us to the next country. I will have enough money to pay for our living for quite a while, and the kingdom is willing to give us small amounts of money to support us. We’ll live humbly, but we’ll never starve and we will be moderately comfortable,” Michael continued on.
“Would you really give this all up?” Leo asked.
“For you I would,”
“And when did you make these plans?” Leo wondered. He was sure that Michael had been sound asleep, for he’d been watching him rest casually on the bed for a few hours now.
Michael looked into his eyes. “I had these plans ready from the moment I saw you.”
..
Leo executed his final bow, and a set of guards let him through the curtains in the back of the makeshift stage. A stretch automobile was waiting for him, and one of the guards opened the door for him. Michael was waiting inside, and Leo quickly sat down next to him.
“It worked,” Leo said, stunned that he was leaving behind his life to be with the man of his dreams.
“Well, the car ride is about three hours long, and there’s a barrier between us and the driver. What do you say?” Michael said with a sly grin.
Leo tackled him, and they slowly started to undress each other while kissing passionately.
The driver, slightly disturbed from the moans and noises that the pair were making in the backseat, turned Queen up to as high as the cheap radio could go. He took a left, and smiled as he left the large city.