Till Death Do Us Part

A/N: New chapter, peeps, featuring Lachlan and Luther. I told you guys I was horrid at sex scenes! Well, you'll just have to deal with this one! Oh, and if the scenario of this sex scene seems familar, then yes, I did get the idea from elsewhere, but if you didn't know that, then I don't feel the need to tell you where I got it from.

Yay! Wedding scene coming up really soon! I'm so excited!

To all my reviewers: Thank you so much!

yvie: I knew there would be someone out there that was going to take a liking to Lachlan! He's not an angst character for I intended him to be the comic relief of the story. He's cool and all, but Lachlan also has a darker side, and unfortunately he will have to go through some strife in this story, but I'll do my best to make you happy!

Rini: I never thought how long this story was actually going to be. Actually, all I can say is that you'll probably be reading this for a while; I was never a fan of "short stories". I'm more of an epic person.

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~Chapter VII: Love & Play~

They were well along their way back to planet Ariadne now. Caecelija had retreated back into her own room, but not before Luther approached her and slipped that diamond ring he had tried to give her the previous day on her finger.

Caecelija stared at it unable to say anything, so Luther spoke for her.

“It would make sense for you to wear this, now wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah…” she replied, eyes fixated on the large stone. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“I need to start treating you as a lover rather than my child,” Luther continued. “It seems as though I have found myself straying into the father-daughter relationship, but that will all change very soon. You shall see.”

Luther brushed his lips against hers and prompted her back into her room, and he returned to his own. There was something that he needed to take care of before he could go on with his life.

And that something was Lachlan.

Luther knew that Lachlan would come to him. After all, he did owe him big for leaving him at the hands of a deranged princess. Any other time Luther would not have minded Lachlan coming to him for his payment, but now he was engaged to Caecelija and he intended on staying true to her. But perhaps, Luther could do it just this one last time. No one would know---it would be their secret. They deserved it, at any rate, being celibate for over two months: a new record for them.

“Oh, Luther…” called Lachlan, slowly craning his head into the doorway, setting the automatic door to “lock”. He took careful steps, approaching his golden-haired friend with eloquent ease.

“Lachlan…here so soon?” Luther arched an eyebrow.

Lachlan snaked his hands around Luther torso. “Of course, you owe me, after all…”

Lachlan was much shorter than Luther, but that didn’t stop him from tugging harshly on those beautiful golden locks and bringing the two into a searing kiss.

“Part your lips for me,” Lachlan commanded.

He did. Lachlan kissed Luther with more ease and Luther felt Lachlan’s tongue glide over his lips, then ease inside his mouth. He moaned and slowly sagged against Lachlan’s body.

“Lachlan…” he whispered against his parted lips.

“Heh,” Lachlan smirked, stroking Luther’s golden hair as if he were his pet dog. “The most powerful man in the universe and you still bend like a sex-depraved animal to me.”

He dropped Luther unceremoniously on the hard floor. Luther did not move, but simply stared up at his best friend who was leaning over the length of his body, carefully fingering the beautiful, ruby-encrusted, golden circlet on Luther’s head.

“We’re going to play a little game, Luther,” Lachlan said, snatching the ornament from Luther’s head. “You know: the game where I’m the King and you’re my little sex-slave. Remember that game, Luther?”

“Yes, Master,” Luther replied.

Lachlan slapped Luther hard against his cheek then strode over to the mirror, adjusting the circlet on his own head. He looked at himself for a moment.

“Something’s missing,” he said to himself then went back over to Luther to snatch him up by the collar. He violently yanked the black velvet cape with the lovely golden chain over the older man’s head. Lachlan went back over to the mirror to try it on. “That’s much better.”

“Lachlan…” Luther muttered weakly from the floor.

“How dare you….” Lachlan whispered in a dangerous tone. “How dare you address as so, you filthy whore!”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Luther pleaded, sitting up. “Forgive me!”

But Lachlan had backhanded Luther, and his head lolled helplessly on his shoulders.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, whore!” Lachlan spat.

“Yes, your highness,” Luther replied brokenly.

Lachlan shut of the lights with a snap of his fingers so that the entire room was darkness save for the fireplace that burned evermore.

“Good,” Lachlan relaxed into an armchair beside the fireplace. A devious smile played across his lips.

Luther and Lachlan loved this dirty play; they weren’t sure exactly how it all began, but they’d always played this game of slave-an- master. There was nothing more that Lachlan enjoyed seeing than the almighty Tyrant of Ariadne bending to him like a beaten dog.

Legs crossed in lazy relaxation, Lachlan gave Luther a quick look-over, analyzing him, critiquing him. Eventually he nodded in approval and said, “Come here.”

Luther knew better than to disobey an order from his “Master”. He crawled over to Lachlan and stared up into those pitiless orbs of emerald green.

“Kneel,” Lachlan commanded; Luther slowly kneeled, looking up at the ebony-haired man.

He understood this ploy very well. Lachlan was used to always looking up at Luther, obeying his every command, always looking up at Luther. He did it everyday, and it was a refresher for Lachlan to be able to put Luther in the situation he endured all the time, to let him know how it felt to have someone look down on you like you were nothing. Luther said time and time again to Lachlan that he was his best friend and never thought to belittle him, but Lachlan countered and said that when you were the King of Ariadne, then no matter whom you were, everyone in the universe was just a tiny, insignificant particle.

This game would most definitely fuck with Luther’s superiority complex, and Lachlan loved every minute of it. But how long would it be until he broke and countered? They would know soon enough.

For what felt like an eternity, Lachlan finally began tugging on Luther’s robes, opening the top layer to expose his hard upper body to the somewhat colder air. Luther could feel himself getting hard already, and Lachlan knew it.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Lachlan mused, absently playing with Luther’s left nipple. “Do I make you eager?”

“Yes,” Luther whispered, then grunted when Lachlan grabbed a fistful of his beautiful golden hair.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Master…”

“Good.”

Lachlan’s hand searched for something on the small table beside him. He was greeted by a large, metal object. He merely touched it when it crackled and fizzled, turning into something new.

“Lachlan!” Luther yelled. “What the fuck are you doing? Don’t start transmuting my things without my permission!”

Another hard slap greeted that beautiful face.

“What did I say about calling me that?” Lachlan growled. “And you’re fucking up this game, Luther! Damn, it was just a fucking paperweight! Now shut the fuck up!” He couldn’t have Luther break…not just yet.

Luther muttered something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like: “I hate fucking Alchemists”.

“Yeah,” Lachlan retorted, “and I hate little bitches who don’t obey their masters!”

Lachlan took the paperweight, which was no longer a paperweight, and fastened it around Luther’s neck: it was a dog collar. A leather dog collar that looked liked it would’ve been used on a rather large breed. It was heavy and uncomfortable, but Luther was an Adriadnian: he was strong and powerful and did not shoulder the weak constitutions of feeble humans. This was nothing to him.

“Good boy,” Lachlan smiled and tugged on the chain a bit, pulling Luther slightly off balance.

Note to self, Luther thought. Make Lachlan’s life go from bad to worse from now on.

It was damn well sick how Lachlan got off on treating Luther like an animal and how Luther himself was turned on by this.

“Such a good pet,’ Lachlan murmured, his own arousal now clearly visible through his tight leather pants.

Of his own accord, Luther started licking and rubbing Lachlan’s arousal through the leather, causing him to throw his head back and utter a low, guttural moan.

Lachlan helped Luther free himself from the restricting material, releasing the obvious erection. Now was one of Lachlan’s favorite parts of the game.

He tugged on the chain a bit. “You know what to do, my obedient pet.”

That was all Luther needed, licking his lips once as he leaned in and took all of Lachlan into his mouth.

Oh, Luther was very skilled in fellatio. He had been doing it for years and it seemed to Lachlan that he only got better at it all the time.

Lachlan hummed in contentment as Luther stared to move his mouth up and down his massive erection, occasional interrupting his slow rhythm to get comfortable---the weight of the collar made things difficult. The sheer perversity of this didn’t bother Luther, but the fact that he had to do this in order to repay a friend’s favor did. Perhaps he shouldn’t doge his responsibilities anymore. He hated being treated like a slave, kneeling in front of him wearing a dog’s collar, having to suck off his friend’s cock while he treated him like a dog.

Lachlan leaned back in his chair, watching through half-lidded eyes: the flush to Luther’s cheeks, the way they hollowed around his cock. He ran his fingers into Luther’s golden locks, holding the man still and thrusting slowly into his mouth.

Luther made a little choked noise, tensing as one of those thrusts went too deep, and Lachlan let go --- if it became too unpleasant, the King would fight, and that wasn't what Lachlan wanted at all. He wanted Luther to bear with this as long as possible.

But this was just the right amount of discomfort to teach but not inspire rebellion: when Lachlan gave him control again, Luther tried to mimic the same rhythm, head bobbing as he sucked, the occasional graze of teeth just enough to intensify the pleasure. Lachlan smiled. "Mmm...good, like that..."

Without warning, Lachlan tightened his grip on Luther’s hair, holding him down, and came in his mouth, hissing through clenched teeth. Luther made a little outraged sound, but when Lachlan didn't let him up, he swallowed. Lachlan’s semen was dripping from the corner of Luther’s mouth and he carefully lapped the rest of it away on his fingers.

“Fuck,” Lachlan said hazily and before Luther knew it, he was on his stomach on the floor, and Lachlan was kneeling behind him struggling desperately to get the rest of their clothes off. However, Luther’s prized circlet never left his head.

No, Luther had dealt with this too many times. He hated it, but at the same time it turned him on. But he was the King; he shouldn’t have allowed Lachlan to strip him bear, and force his slick cock into him. He shouldn’t have allowed Lachlan to yank on the chain, forcing him to submit when he fought the penetration. He shouldn’t have moaned like a whore when Lachlan thrust in and out of him.

Oh yes, Lachlan’s thrusts were fast and ruthless. They hit Luther exactly in the right places to get the best results. Luther groaned as Lachlan’s damp hand closed around his cock, and the other trapped his arms around his torso. Before he knew it, Luther had reached his own release, spilling himself all over Lachlan’s hand; Lachlan reached his climax for the second time.

Lachlan reached up and put his soaked fingers into Luther’s mouth, forcing him to lick the spoils of his own pleasure, and he obeyed.

“Such a whore…” Lachlan breathed heavily into his friend’s ear. “You’re so pitiful, Luther, always clinging to me. You need me. You’re nothing without me. You---“

A slap: this time by Luther. That was the final straw for him.

Lachlan lay sprawled against the floor; a large red handprint seared his face.

“Touchy, aren’t we, best friend?” he laughed.

“Never again, Lachlan,” Luther replied getting his clothes back on and taking the atrocious collar off his neck. “I, of all people, should not have to bend to you because of a simple favor. You are my general; it is your duty to obey me, and if you were not my best friend I would’ve never allowed this. Lachlan, if you were anyone else I would have killed you already!”

“Oh, but you love it so much, don’t you?” Lachlan said amusedly, clapping his hands once so that the lights turned back on. “For someone of your stature to be used like this, you enjoy it.”

“Humph!”

Luther stood in front of the mirror and tried his best to make himself look presentable; however, his neck was red and sore from that disgusting leather torture device, and his normally perfect hair was disheveled and tangled. His hands were wet and sticky (he would have to wash them off), and he was even more red and abused from Lachlan’s harsh treatment to his face.

“Lachlan….take your things and get out of my sight….” Luther said regaining the regal command that was normally heard in his voice.

Lachlan re-dressed himself, tossing Luther's favorite circlet on the bed, but he did not leave as Luther had instructed. He merely looked at Luther, studying him.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Lachlan asked sarcastically. He knew Luther wasn’t mad, but he loved to provoke the hell out of this man.
“Lachlan, did I stutter? Get out!”

“So you really are marrying that little girl,” Lachlan said out of nowhere.

Luther did not turn his attention away from his reflection. “Yes, Lachlan, I am.”

Caecelija: that was her name. Lachlan knew who that girl was, but it was probably best that Luther didn’t know that he knew her. She was special to Lachlan, very special. Lachlan could not help but feel envious. Luther always took advantage of Lachlan! He played games with him; he made him do favors for him; he took things that he wanted (unknowingly, of course); and he was the general of his army, so he even fought Luther’s wars! Luther benefited much more than Lachlan ever would and he was supposed to be his best friend!

Lachlan just couldn’t find it in his heart to blame Luther, however. It had been easier for them when Luther was younger and just a little prince at the time, but when Luther’s parents died when he was sixteen he had to shoulder the responsibility of King. Lachlan couldn’t expect Luther to devote all of his time to make sure that he was happy and he was never devoid of Luther’s attentions. It would’ve been selfish of him, and besides, they were both adults with their own paths in life.

But Caecelija was another story. Luther had taken something from Lachlan that Lachlan wanted badly. It wasn’t Luther’s fault, but that didn’t stop Lachlan from being upset.

“What kind of game are you playing at now?” Lachlan said finally. “A thirteen year old girl with nothing for you? Have you finally gone insane?”

“I’m happy, Lachlan,” Luther said turning his attention to him. “When I’m with her I feel at ease. I can feel all those years of stress die when I’m with her. Lachlan…she makes me happy.”

Oh, and Lachlan didn’t make Luther happy?

“Okay…” Lachlan said.

“Okay, now get out before you really cause me displeasure!” Luther demanded.

Lachlan didn’t need to be told a fourth time. He left immediately.

Never again, Luther thought. He wanted to be with Caecelija; he loved her, and he would not let Lachlan hold him down. They were friends---no longer friends with benefits. They were just friends---not lovers. This would be the last favor that Luther, the King of Ariadne ever had to repay to him. This was the last time he would let himself be victim to Lachlan’s sick and twisted games. He grew up with Lachlan, trusted him, and a friend that he could confide in, but that did not mean he would let himself controlled by him. Lachlan had other people he could do that to.

Ariadne was just three days away. Just three more days until Luther went from most powerful man in the universe to happiest man in the universe.

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