Louis did not envy Charles many things. He certainly hadn’t envied him his life lived in exile, toiling round the courts of Europe begging for help, he didn’t envy him his country – ghastly place with terrible food and worse weather and he certainly didn’t envy him his wife.
He did however envy him Sotherby. The French court was a nest of vipers and he’d grown up watching first Richelieu and then Mazarin rule over his parents. Louis had sworn he would rule alone and he did. Charles however had his loyal Sotherby, devoted, intelligent, hard working Sotherby, - and not only that but the man looked like a god and was, uniquely, completely unaware of how attractive he was.
Louis looked him up and down from behind his mask. Firm jaw line, soft lips, broad shoulders, strong thighs and, Louis was willing to bet, a very solid cock.
“More wine Sothers?”
“I think not your...Charles; I wouldn’t want to forget myself”
Louis laughed merrily “oh Sothers, surely everyone is allowed to forget themselves once in a while, even you”
“Well maybe just one more then”
Louis smiled and handed Sothers another glass of wine not noticing the powder Louis slipped into the glass beforehand.
Where was Sothers Charles wondered, he hadn’t seen him for ages. The ball had been in full swing for several hours but Sothers was nowhere to be found. He shrugged, poor Sothers had probably gone to bed to get a much needed but rarely obtained early night. Strange he hadn’t said good night though...
Sothers slowly woke up. God his HEAD, this was why he didn’t drink. Who wanted to wake up feeling like this? He couldn’t remember much about last night, just lights and dancing and wine and...
Oh yes! He remembered some other things. Hot skin, frantic kisses, licking and sucking, groaning, a mouth on his cock, legs round his waist. He smiled. Obviously Charles had come to bed with him last night. He turned over to smile at the familiar face on the pillow next to him – and got the shock of his life. There next to him was not Charles but Louis!
Sotherby let out an involuntary gasp which he stifled with his hand. Louis! He had slept with Louis? He put his head in his hands. He’d betrayed his King with another man – and that man the King of France,
Charles own cousin. Trembling he eased himself out of bed as Louis began to stir.
“Sothers” he purred
“Sire” spluttered Sotherby trying to gather is clothes “I must beg your leave to return to my room”
“Oh” pouted Louis looking so much like Charles it was uncanny “I thought we could carry on where we left off”
“I err no sire”
“No?” Louis quirked his eyebrow “you were willing enough last night”
“I...I...”
“Oh just go then. Run back to Charles” and Louis pulled the pillow over his head.
Sotherby gathered his clothes together as best he could and fled back to his room.
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Fill 2a/4 Your Advisor - Louis XIV, Charles II and Sotherby PG Warning Dub Con
Date: 2011-11-06 01:59 pm (UTC)He did however envy him Sotherby. The French court was a nest of vipers and he’d grown up watching first Richelieu and then Mazarin rule over his parents. Louis had sworn he would rule alone and he did. Charles however had his loyal Sotherby, devoted, intelligent, hard working Sotherby, - and not only that but the man looked like a god and was, uniquely, completely unaware of how attractive he was.
Louis looked him up and down from behind his mask. Firm jaw line, soft lips, broad shoulders, strong thighs and, Louis was willing to bet, a very solid cock.
“More wine Sothers?”
“I think not your...Charles; I wouldn’t want to forget myself”
Louis laughed merrily “oh Sothers, surely everyone is allowed to forget themselves once in a while, even you”
“Well maybe just one more then”
Louis smiled and handed Sothers another glass of wine not noticing the powder Louis slipped into the glass beforehand.
Where was Sothers Charles wondered, he hadn’t seen him for ages. The ball had been in full swing for several hours but Sothers was nowhere to be found. He shrugged, poor Sothers had probably gone to bed to get a much needed but rarely obtained early night. Strange he hadn’t said good night though...
Sothers slowly woke up. God his HEAD, this was why he didn’t drink. Who wanted to wake up feeling like this? He couldn’t remember much about last night, just lights and dancing and wine and...
Oh yes! He remembered some other things. Hot skin, frantic kisses, licking and sucking, groaning, a mouth on his cock, legs round his waist. He smiled. Obviously Charles had come to bed with him last night. He turned over to smile at the familiar face on the pillow next to him – and got the shock of his life. There next to him was not Charles but Louis!
Sotherby let out an involuntary gasp which he stifled with his hand. Louis! He had slept with Louis? He put his head in his hands. He’d betrayed his King with another man – and that man the King of France,
Charles own cousin. Trembling he eased himself out of bed as Louis began to stir.
“Sothers” he purred
“Sire” spluttered Sotherby trying to gather is clothes “I must beg your leave to return to my room”
“Oh” pouted Louis looking so much like Charles it was uncanny “I thought we could carry on where we left off”
“I err no sire”
“No?” Louis quirked his eyebrow “you were willing enough last night”
“I...I...”
“Oh just go then. Run back to Charles” and Louis pulled the pillow over his head.
Sotherby gathered his clothes together as best he could and fled back to his room.