War of Sorts

AN: Hey guys! Well, it was late and I didn’t feel like working on the threesome fic… So I was bad and decided to write a one-shot. Ha. Now what? I hope you guys enjoy. This is sort of referring to My Desire. But it has absolutely nothing to do with the fic, I just felt like using some of the stuff from that fic, like Tarna. And Geriah. Haha. But yeah, it is in no way related. I hope you guys enjoy. And as for My Desire… I don’t know if Im actually going to update on that anytime soon…. Whatever. O.O


War Of sorts—



“You would do this to your own kingdom?” Spherical hissed, his dark eyes showing the anger that so well hid itself from others. But he knew better. Jonas knew better, he knew what troubled the all mighty king.


“No, you will do this to my kingdom. I have no intention of backing down. I do not care for such meaningless treaties. I do not care what our fathers swore. I will not give my child’s child away in such an inhuman way.” Jonas crossed the room, standing face to face with the man that he had once looked up to more than anyone else. His strength had always challenged his own. He wasn’t one to back down though. He wouldn’t.


“The honor of our father’s means nothing to you, old friend?” Spherical said as he walked around Jonas. His footsteps softly echoing in the expensively decorated room, fit for only a King.

“There is no honor in this… She is too young for this. She’s scared… and I love her.” It was dangerous to confess such a thing to councils, they wanted a logical reason, love was not worth the falling of a whole Kingdom. Jonas knew that Spherical would do nothing of his confession though. The King wouldn’t use it against him— couldn’t.

“It is not possible to do this without a war. You know what my council has to say of the matter. Geriah love’s her and wishes to marry the girl. The treaty will be broken and our alliance will be made void.” Spherical turned to face him once more, the anger gone, replaced with remorse and guilt. Jonas could see how his old friend suffered. He knew the pain.


“I know what this means,” Jonas whispered weakly, hating that the man always made his knees tremble. Hating that he always became what he most hated when it concerned Spherical. Hating that he would never, after this, see him again. “I will not back down.”


The silence enwrapped itself around them, like a wool coat trying to warm them in a horrible blizzard. It was hot though, and Jonas knew he was sweating, from both the heat and the nervousness. He should have let Alexander, his son, take care of this. He shouldn’t have come. Though he knew that even now, as he stood in the same room with the man that he had loved more than anything in this world, the idea alone was absurd. Any chance he got to see Spherical was always welcomed.


He closed his eyes, because even though he was now the King of Tarna, even though he was now vastly feared by many, he would always be just Jonas when it came to this man. He would always hurt, knowing that he could never have this love. This love that from day to day, tried to suffocate him at all times.


“You’ve always been so foolish…” Spherical’s voice was soft though, it didn’t hold the usual traces of disgust, of regret, of hatred. It was soft… As if though he knew exactly what Jonas was going through. That pain that tugged at his heart at the knowledge that this would indeed be their last encounter.


“Is there no other way?” He mumbled as he fiddled nervously with his garments. He knew there really wasn’t. But he still couldn’t help but ask if perhaps he had over looked something. If maybe there really was a way to end this with peace.


“We are men of war. Men filled with rage, blood thirsty. Peace is no longer an option.” His voice was laced with a sudden seriousness, and Jonas looked directly into those brown pools of sorrow. Surprised that the King of Esteries had somehow gotten very close… without him feeling it. He knew though that it shouldn’t have taken him by surprise, because Spherical always managed to take him by surprise. It wasn’t something new. Nothing was new.


“I’m scared,” He confessed, sighing as the King of Esteries wrapped his arms around him. “I want to die in your arms.”


“You would wish such a fate upon me?” Spherical’s voice sounded suddenly angry, and Jonas knew it wouldn’t be long before he felt those lips on his skin. It always ended in that way. “I would rather die than take your life,” Spherical cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes sternly, but Jonas was no fool, he saw the resignation in them.


“You’d let someone else do it?” He whispered into Spherical’s neck, nuzzling the King as he pressed his body into his. “I’d prefer to die now, like this.”


“She’s just a girl, Jonas. She’ll be happy. I’ll make sure of it… Please.” It was the last time he would try, Jonas knew. If he wanted to back out, now was his chance. Spherical, no matter how much pain, no matter how much hurt and loss, he would rather go to war than injure his pride. It had already taken quite a beating, after all.


He buried his face in his lover’s neck. Inhaling his spicy scent, pretending that tears were not strolling down his cheek… pretending that he wasn’t shaking. “I love you,” He whispered into the King of Esteries’ neck.


It was true, after all. He loved him… loved him more than anything in this world— even more than his children, his Kingdom. Not because he had chosen to… It’s just the way it was. It didn’t mean that he would choose him over his Kingdom and children though, of course not. And it most certainly didn’t mean that he would let it cloud his judgment. But that still didn’t make it any less true. He loved Spherical, so painfully damned much. “Make love to me.” The words slipped from his mouth before he had a chance to even think them.


“You are so foolish,” The king of Esteries repeated once more, entwining his fingers with Jonas’ own, “My love.”


Their lips met, tongues dancing with each other, missing each other, welcoming each other back. The longing was so overwhelming, the pain, the need. Spherical’s free hand untied his royal robe, the knot easily enough undoing. Jonas’ body shivered at what was coming next.


Cold hands brushed lightly against his broad chest. Jonas felt a twinge of pleasure travel down his spine. He marveled slightly as he noticed that his lover seemed to be in a strangled daze. Fighting himself over his actions, yet knowing he could do nothing to control them. Spherical had always been the one with the brains, the more reasonable one, the one to always remind him of their sins.


He forced his lover against a wall. His mouth automatically connecting with Spherical’s neck, biting down a bit too harshly in the place where he always made sure to leave a mark. The King of Esteries moaned lightly, his breath ragged, his erection pressing into his own.


Jonas cupped his lover’s manhood, enjoying the hardness in his hand as it pulsed. Enjoying the deep hiss that he was rewarded with for his efforts. Clothes were discarded, thrown to the side in a deep heat. Chest to chest, a lick here, a moan there. “You are my downfall,” Jonas whispered as he brought a pink nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly.


Hands touched him in places he had never been so aware of. He didn’t know the world could be this hot— his body could be this hot. He sighed as his lips connected once more with his lover’s, massaging his tongue with his again.


Jonas was pushed to where a royal desk, embedded with bronze, was proudly holding the treaty papers. He didn’t notice as he was properly placed on it, he didn’t notice his feet slightly dangling from it. He did notice however, his lover taking his manhood into his mouth. That tongue playfully swirling around his erections head. Taking in an inch or two before going all the way down on him. His hips bucked, his hands found hair. He moaned as his lover’s free hand found his balls, massaging gently as he desperately tried to find his release in that hot mouth.


Spherical chuckled around him, sending a vibrating sensation throughout his whole system. A whole eternity could have gone by and Jonas wouldn’t have noticed. It was so good… this was so right— his lover’s tongue doing sinful things to him.


In a sudden instant though, The King of Esteries stood, frustrating Jonas enough to make him glare dangerously… “Bastard…” He whined, before his mouth was attacked again.


“I’ve been called worse,” Spherical whispered into his ear, pulling his hips closer to him. Their manhood’s meeting, greeting, weeping. Jonas felt the sudden urge to touch what was rightfully his— his hand shot out, cupping his lover gently in between their sweaty bodies.


“Gods,” Spherical bucked into his hand, their balls touching against each other. Jonas fondled him gently, taking care to brush the head, like he knew the older man loved. Swiping the pre-cum around the entire length, enjoying the rough feel of the pulsing organ.


They lasted for a while with only touching, their bodies creating more sweat against each other, their muscles tense against each other, Jonas’ hand handling both their erections as one. It was bliss, to be like this with the man he loved. It felt wonderful, he felt younger.


“I want you inside me, lover.” Jonas gasped as Spherical bucked particularly hard against him. The moment seemed so unreal to him, the war that would be declared as soon as they both sat down with a sauntered council making him all that more desperate. Desperate for this last moment in his love’s embrace to last… desperate to be one again.


One soul, one body.


He felt the tip of his lover’s erection press against his entrance, forcing itself into his unaccustomed body. A sharp pain shot throughout his lower body… but it was okay because Spherical embraced him, stilling himself, waiting for Jonas to say it would be okay to move.


This was love… this was patience. This was his soul mate.


Instead of words, because he felt that if he spoke, the moment would somehow be defiled, he pushed forward, impaling himself completely on his lover’s erection. Loving how painful, how hard, how fulfilling it was. He hadn’t been prepared, it’d take longer for him to become used to it, but it was worth it. Jonas needed to feel this.


Spherical panted into Jonas’ neck, his hips pushing forward, before slightly pulling back out, only to push forward once more. It was a tight fit, Jonas groaned, feeling as if though he were being split in half. He had no regrets.


The two kings rocked against each other, Jonas’ legs wrapping tighter against Spherical, wanting him as close to him as possible. The desk rocked, squeaking in protest as it was being abused. Jonas bit down a bit too harshly onto one of his lover’s nipples, abusing it while being abused at the same time. He enjoyed the feel of being penetrated as the pluck in his mouth moistened.


He saw white. Complete blissful white. The pain suddenly disappeared, replaced by immense pleasure. And there it was again. “Gods,” He moaned, his nails digging into his lover’s arms as Spherical continued to aim for his sweet spot. He was so close to his release, he could feel it, taste it. “Harder,” He hissed, his head falling back as his lover hit him in that place that seemed to drive him mad.


He couldn’t hear anything but the sounds of making love. The ragged breaths, the slurps of sloppy kisses, the feel of his lover’s sweaty balls slapping harshly against him. And then he saw stars… it felt better than being hit in his sweet spot. He found his release— he shivered, withered in his lover’s arms. His cock jerking as it spilled his royal seed on his lover’s chest.


He clenched down on the hardness inside him, loving how his lover growled, loving how he was filled suddenly with his lover’s essence. Loving how he would always have this. Knowing that he would always have this… even if they died.


They would always have their love.


-- End story--


AN: Omg, so that was totally an excuse for smut! Haha, well, I need to work on smut, I know, and I was definitely bored when this happened. But I’m happy with it. I hope you guys liked it. It’s like my break from ‘It’s always been us all’. Please review people! :D


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