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The King's Chambers
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Alistair walked down the hall that contained the royal families rooms. When he reached the King's, he stopped. He spent a few minutes straightening his uniform so that he was dressed perfectly for him. He didn't know why he still did it after knowing him for twenty-three years. It had to be one of those habits that once you did it for a while, you never stopped doing it. Once he was sure his uniform was perfect, He raised his arm and knocked twice, paused, then knocked three times, to let Oberon know that is was him at the door.
Oberon blushed slightly, he wasn't expecting Alistair today. He cleared his throat before saying, rather coldly, "Come in." He didn't dare let his voice show any emotion - lest people become suspicious. His heart beat slightly faster in his chest. It wasn't like didn't love Juliet, he did. But he also loved Ali...It was hard to explain, but he didn't want to hurt Juliet. Nor did he want to hurt Alistair.
Alistair's stomach flipped as he was told to come in. He opened and closed the door swiftly. "I, uh, I just wanted to let you know that the safety measures that will be needed at the arrival of the Selected are almost complete," he told his king in his slight Scottish accent. He stood facing Oberon in a more relaxed 'attention' stance. His stomach was still doing flips and the tips of his ears were slowly becoming the same color as his hair.
The king twitched slightly, then finally gave in, unable to restrain himself any longer. "F8ck, I can't wait any more!" He grabbed Alistair and pulled him in, slamming the door as he brought his lips to Alistair's in an embrace. "Did anyone see you?" He asked, between hard, deep kisses that made him breath heavy. He loved the feeling of Ali's scruff against his face - a feeling Juliet never gave, or at least, he hoped would never give. He went down to Alistair's neck, kissing it softly, then biting an ear playfully...his arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in close.
Alistair chuckled as he kissed Oberon back as hard as he kissed him. Twenty-three years and still they had such passion between them. He lived for moments like this. "No, no one saw me," he told him, kissing his lover's jaw once he had released his ear. His arms were around Oberon's neck, holding him close. They were about the same height, with Alistair being an inch shy of six feet. "You were very anxious to see me. What's got you all worked up?" he asked him gruffly.
"Just the thought of the Selection...reminded me of how painful mine was...not being able to chose you." He buried his face into his lover's neck. "I missed you. It's been weeks." He said slightly angered, "I thought..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, to say that he believed his long-time paramour had found a greater love in the arms of another. He was glad that they were together, and he could put his fears to rest, for not, at least.
"You thought I'd found someone else to be with." Alistair finished for Oberon. "Oberon, there is no one else in my life except you. I was absent because I had to plan and train some new guards and get them ready to protect the Selected girls till they come here and making sure there are extra patrols through the halls while they are here." He kissed Oberon's temple and tightened his hold on him.
"I know, I know." He said, and slowly pulled Alistair to the bed. "I...I am sorry for thinking such things." He sighed as he laid back, pulling Alistair on top of him. He wanted to just lay there, together, to fall asleep in each other's arms, like he did with Juliet a thousand times. But in his heart, he knew they couldn't. They'd be caught. Then who knows what would have happened.
Alistair propped himself up on one arm and looked down at Oberon. "You don't have to apologize to me," he murmured to him, tracing the features of Oberon's face with his finger. He leaned down and kissed him gently. "What are you thinking about?" he asked as his finger traced the worry lines on his kings face. Lines that had not been there when they had first met.
"Nothing...it...it doesn't matter." He pulled Alistair down into a kiss. He half-consciously began to undress. He ran his hand across Alistair's chest, underneath his shirt. He kissed him again, then held him close. He felt his lover's warmth next to him, and he grew calm. His worries about his son's selection melted away.
Alistair kissed him back. He wriggled one arm out of his uniform jacket and leaned into the hand Oberon had under his shirt. He moved so that one of his legs was between Oberon's as he deepened the kiss. "How much time do you have?" he asked him, his voice husky and his face flushed from their kisses. "I have a little over an hour before they'll start looking for me."
"An hour is all we need, my love." He said, "As that is all the time I have, myself." He began to undress hastefully. He did not want to waste any time. "I want you, badly." He admitted, and pulled off Alistair's jacket before tugging on his shirt.
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Alistair dressed in his uniform once more. He tugged at his jacket till it lay straight before he looked at Oberon. "I hate that I have to go," he said reluctantly. "But, I've got to finished preparing the Palace Guards." He kissed him tenderly.
He cupped his face, "I know, my love. I should go to Juliet..." He started, but his voice trailed off. He looked away, "Sorry..." He felt guilty, mentioning her by name in front of Alistair. The truth was that he loved them both. But he felt like there was some one-sided competition for his heart. That Alistair had to fight to get his attention. That by loving Juliet, he was hurting Alistair, and vice versa.
Alistair smiled at him. "Don't be sorry, Oberon. She is your queen and I know you love her. Even a blind man could see how much you care for each other. But, I know that you love me as well." He kissed him again. "I knew from the moment I fell for you that I would have to share you. It doesn't bother me. Truly, it doesn't. The love you have for each of us is different. And that is what makes this work." He pressed his lips to Oberon's one last time before he headed towards the door. "I'll see you at the meeting to discuss the plans for the protection of the Selected."
Oberon nodded, "Okay. I'll see you at the meeting." He blushed softly. He nodded as Alistair walked out, and heaved a heavy sigh. He then slaughtered over to his restroom and turned on the shower. After scrubbing himself clean, he donned his professional garb and styled himself, getting ready to go meet Juliet.
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Oberon sighed as he, once again, undressed and redressed himself. He took a shake breath as he buttoned up his blue suit. He thought about love, about responsibility, about duties, about how they overlapped and how they fought each other over the rule of one's life. He thought about Juliet, he thought about Alistair, he thought about James, and the Selection, and the wedding. He adjusted his suit before heading to the meeting. He hoped it didn't end in fighting or screaming with his son and wife.
This is the king's room, where he will spend his night, and where the new king will eventually sleep. There is an adjoining door that leads to the Queen's room.