Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

Richard III/ Henry VII AU

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What if Richard didn't die at the Battle of Bosworth?

Henry's taken him prisoner, what does he do with Richard?

Following the logic that Mat played both Charles I and II, Ben would be Henry VII.

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[(Anonymous)]

O.O MIND READER!! Ok, you wrote my Jim gang-bang AND prompt this... wonderful thing I have always wanted yet was afraid no one else would want... SQUEE!!

*Showers you with white roses.*

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 1/?

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Richard shivered, the room he was in wasn’t cold, in actual fact it was pleasantly warm. The reason for the shiver was the fact that he was scared, a blindfold covered his eyes and his hands were tied to a ring stuck in the wall above his head. The surface he was sat on was padded, he assumed that it was a straw pallet, but he couldn’t reach the end or either side with his feet. What really scared him was the fact that he didn’t know how he had got there. The last thing he could remember was seeing the sun glinting off of the sword as it descended on him. The next thing he knew, he had woken up here. But there was one other thing that scared him even more; the fact that when he had woken up he had discovered that he was completely naked.

Giving up on trying to free his hands, Richard sat still and listened, slowly turning his head, hoping that he would hear something that might tell him where he was. But he couldn’t hear anything. How long he was sat just listening he couldn’t tell, but a noise suddenly bought him back to awareness. He had heard a noise that he knew. It was the sound of a key turning in a lock, and now he felt really scared, was the door being unlocked or locked, would he soon meet his captors, or would they be leaving him here to die on his own. As the fear clutched at his heart, Richard could feel the tears start pricking at the corners of his eyes, tears that as they fell soaked into the thick material that covered his eyes. And as the flow of tears grew heavier, he sank into a pit of misery and fear.

A finger tip dragged up the inside of Richard’s leg bringing him abruptly back to the present, he threw back his head in shock, and tried to pull his legs up against his body. But he couldn’t, a hand gripped at each of his ankles, holding them far enough apart so that he couldn’t press his knees together. The finger resumed its journey up his leg, slowly making its way up the side of his knee, then stopping to pinch softly. Although the pinch wasn’t hard enough to hurt him, the shock caused him to yelp; swiftly the fingers left his leg, only for a hand to be placed over his mouth. From the angle of the hand, Richard realised that it didn’t belong to the person who had been touching his leg. Swallowing hard, he fought to keep calm; more than one person was holding him, he could feel three hands touching him, but he suspected that there was more than two people.

From the way his legs were being held, Richard thought that there must be a person on each side of him, and whoever it was who had touched his leg wasn’t one of them. The hand left his mouth, causing him to gulp down frantic mouthfuls of air, terrified at what they might do to him next. He soon found out as the hands on his ankles pushed his legs up and further apart, bending his knees while exposing his most intimate parts to all. Dropping his head, he knew that he was blushing, a feeling that was intensified when he heard someone laughing, and that person was not one of those holding his body.

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A hand returned to his leg, and gently trailed up the inside of his right thigh, stopping only when it reached his balls, and then stroking back down to his knee. When it began the journey back up to his groin, another hand joined in, moving in tandem, stroking up his other thigh, caressing, but unlike its friend it didn’t stop at the top of his leg. It moved up to cup his balls, gently squeezing and fondling, before it moved up to wrap around his limp cock, again squeezing softly. Richard groaned, he didn’t want this to be happening to him, and he knew that his body shouldn’t be finding the hands touching him arousing, but even as his mind screamed out its unwillingness, his body began to respond to the hands caressing his flesh.

The hands continued to move over his skin, the one on his leg moved up to replace the other fondling his balls, while the hand on his cock, started to move, stroking firmly, causing his feelings of humiliation to grow even worse. His horror increasing as his left nipple was suddenly pulled into a hot wet mouth, a mouth that alternated between sucking, licking and nibbling at the small tight bud, causing waves of unwanted pleasure to spread out through his entire body.

Dropping his head back against the wall he was leant up against, Richard opened his mouth and released a loud moan of pleasure. Again he was silenced, but this time not with a hand but with a mouth, a mouth that covered his while its tongue explored inside of his mouth. He attempted to fight back, but the battle was short lived.

With all these sensations flooding his body, Richard could be forgiven for his reaction to what happened to him next. He hadn’t noticed that his legs had been pushed even wider apart, but he certainly noticed that the hand caressing his balls had pulled them up, the movement causing them to tighten. But all of this was immediately forgotten as two slick fingers stroked across the tight puckered skin at his rear entrance, circling and smoothing the oiliness into him. Teasing and toying at the tender flesh, the first finger pushed its way slowly into the tightness, twisting and turning as another finger soon joined it, now scissoring and sliding in the heat.

So lost was Richard in what was happening below his waist that he didn’t notice that the rope holding his hands to the ring, had gone, as had the mouth that had been feeding on his own. He only realised this when he felt the fingers leave his body and he found himself being moved to lie on his back. Only when his captors had settled him to their satisfaction, did the mouth reclaim his own.

He found himself moaning into the kiss as he felt his legs now being pulled up to his chest and spread apart, hands holding on to his knees and ankles. Again the fingers returned to slip inside him, this time joined by a third, fingers that seemed to be searching inside him. Suddenly Richard spasmed, his body felt like he had been struck by lightening, the shock sending a tingling sensation right to the tips of his fingers. Again the fingers slipped from his body, and much to his horror, his body felt empty, he wanted to feel like he had a few minutes before, he couldn’t believe that he could feel such carnal desires.

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Almost as soon as the empty feeling began, a sharp dragging pain in the lower part of his belly replaced it as he felt something blunt push its way deep inside of him. The mouth on his own muffled his scream of pain. He felt hands gripping at his ass cheeks as the man inside him withdrew, oh so slowly, dragging his cock back, before thrusting forward again, only to repeat the slow withdrawal again, and again, and again. The pressure built up inside him as the cock stroked and then rubbed, driving his body towards ecstasy. He flexed his hands, wanting to claw as the tingling in his fingertips grew, but his hands although not tied anymore were still firmly held above his head.

A sudden flash of sublime pleasure exploded in the centre of his body, sending out wave after wave of mind blowing sensations as with a final thrust the man inside him erupted, his body spewing boiling cum deep into his clenching bowels.
The man collapsed on top of him, his weight forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands lifted the weight from his body, moving it away to the side, although he could hear the person panting and gasping as he fought to draw air back into his body. The mouth had left his during the final deep thrusts into his heated core, as had the hands holding his, now those hands stroked his face, soft indefinable murmurs ghosting warm air across his cheeks.

The other hands returned, but not to hold him still, but they eased his stiff aching limbs back on to the mattress, stroking, rubbing, easing the cramping muscles. The hands joined by lips and tongues, all movements designed to soothe and relax Richard’s body. Unable to fight the growing fatigue any longer, he gave up and allowed both his mind and body to submit to the warm embrace of the darkness.

Slowly his mind drifted up through the grey clouds of his subconscious, floating towards the moment when he would awaken. Opening his eyes, he blinked the blindfold still covered his eyes. Feeling the ache, he moaned, muscles all over his body protesting against the pain. Feeling his brain clearing, he tried to sit up but his hands were once more tied to the ring, the memories flooding back, it hadn’t been a dream, he ached down below, and his wrists were sore from rope burns. And his fear was reborn anew as once more he heard the key turn in the lock.

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[(Anonymous)]

oooh, loving this! brilliant start, can't wait for more :D

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Entering the room, Henry stopped and stared down at the prisoner, he hadn’t even realised that Richard had been taken alive until one of his most trusted men had that morning leant in while he was breaking his fast and had whispered that his step father had a prisoner down in the cellars of the castle. A prisoner who he obviously didn’t want Henry knowing about. Curious, Henry had waited for a lull in the conversation before he’d told his step father that he wanted to see all of the prisoners that were being held there. The man had hummed and hawed a bit but had finally been forced to show Henry everyone being held in the dungeons. And it had been plain to Henry that the man had thought that he’d got away with keeping this one prisoner hidden from him, until he had stopped outside the cellar door and had asked to see the man being held in there. At first Lord Stanley had denied that there was anyone in there, it was only a cellar but Henry had demanded entry, if the room was empty then there was no reason not to show him it. Realising that he had no choice, the man had pulled a key out of his doublet and had unlocked the door.

For a long moment Henry just stood there and stared at the prisoner, taking in the blindfold, the bruised skin, the arms stretched up and tied to the wall. Stepping closer, he now saw the smears of blood and semen on both the pallet and Richard’s thighs. Crouching down, he reached out a hand and touched a leg, jerking back as Richard kicked out, his terrified whimper turning into a yelp as Lord Stanley stepped forward and backhanded him across the face, his head making contact with the wall. Immediately, Henry was on his feet, his dagger drawn, forcing the man back, away from Richard, orders being snapped out, two of the guards escorting Lord Stanley to his chamber to await the King’s decision on what he had done. Once the man was gone, Henry stepped back towards Richard, quietly talking, letting the man know exactly where he was before he crouched down and using his dagger carefully cut through the cloth of the blindfold, throwing the damp grimy rag into a corner, watching as Richard blinked his eyes, squinting as they got use to the sudden light.

Seeing Henry, Richard pressed back against the wall, seeing his end in the dagger in Henry’s hand. Seeing the fear, Henry quickly cut the rope holding Richard’s arms to the iron ring, watching as the smaller man pulled his arms down, hugging them to his chest, painful whimpers escaping as his abused muscles protested the new position, pins and needles making him cry out, tears escaping to fall, leaving tracks on dirty cheeks.

At that moment, another man entered the room, taking in the scene before moving to Richard’s other side, dropping down to kneel next to the former King, talking continually as he took in injuries both new and ones received on the battlefield. Looking across at the King, he wondered just what he had planned, if it was to have Richard taken to London for trial and execution there was no point in him doing anything. But as he continued his assessment of Richard’s injuries, he heard Henry order guards to carry the man to his chamber, the King standing to remove his cloak, draping it around Richard’s body, covering his nudity, not wanting the man to be left exposed to prying eyes. Moving forward the guards bent down to pull Richard up only for him to scream in fear and press back against the wall, an annoyed frown darkening Henry’s face before he took matters into his own hands and stepped forward and slapped Richard across the face, stopping the screaming dead. Staring up at him, fear written plain on his face, Richard whimpered, cowering back only for Henry to reach down and pull him to his feet, turning and propelling him into the guards arms, repeating his order for Richard to be taken to his bed chamber, watching as the frightened man was bodily lifted by the more burly guard and carried out, slung over his shoulder like a sack of wool. Turning to the other man, he asked him to go with the guards; he could carry out a more detailed examination of Richard’s injuries and decide on the treatment needed in the more salubrious surroundings up in the keep.

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[(Anonymous)]

First of all, you are a great, great (my vocabulary is lacking), great writer. (and I enjoy all of the things you post here!)

Second, oh poor, poor Richard! I am so glad that it wasn't Henry VII who raped him though, as I thought in the first part, and oh... it's just so beautifully described.
I want more, honestly this is awesome! :D

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An hour later, Henry sat back in a high back chair in the constable of the castle’s withdrawing chamber and stared at his step father, he’d never been keen on the man, but his mother had considered him good enough to be her fourth husband and he had been the one whose betrayal of Richard had turned the tide of the battle. But why had he told Henry that Richard had been hacked to death when he hadn’t. What did he have to gain from taking him prisoner and then raping him? He knew that Lord Stanley disliked the former king, but to despise him enough to carry out the acts he had. His physician had had to give Richard drugged wine so he could carry out his examination, his report had mentioned bruising likely to have been caused by Richard being held down in position for the act to be carried out, the actual act had also caused some internal bleeding but nothing life threatening. With rest Richard would recover from his physical injuries, the emotional would be much harder to deal with. At this moment Richard was sound asleep in Henry’s bed and would hopefully remain so for a while yet.

Deciding that he’d waited long enough, Henry asked his step father why he’d lied about Richard’s death, because of his lies and deception he was going to have to come up with someway to explain why he, Henry was calling himself King if Richard was still alive. He knew deep down that he should have Richard disposed of before it got out that he hadn’t died in battle, but now having seen him close up he didn’t want to do so. In the flesh Richard was quite comely, shorter than Henry which pleased him as he wasn’t the tallest of men, with nice legs, everything trim from many hours sat astride a horse, quite attractive. His step father speaking bought him back to the present. Listening to the man’s excuses, Henry wondered why anybody trusted him, his reasons were so flimsy, so filled with hate that they would be laughable if they hadn’t been the cause of so much pain and fear for Richard and could now bring about his fall within days of him gaining the throne.

Unable to bear hearing anymore of Lord Stanley’s vitriol, Henry ordered him taken away, to be held prisoner in his chamber until they started the ride to London and his coronation. Beckoning to one of his closest advisors, he asked the man to see if he could find out just who else had been involved with the torture of Richard, he wasn’t too interested in finding scapegoats for the crime but if they were scared enough for their own lives to mark his step father as their leader then he would have something to use to bargain a change of plans with his ambitious mother.

Getting to his feet, he dismissed everyone from the room, wandering over to stare out of the window, watching a couple of servants run across the inner ward towards the keep. He now needed to get things in order in his mind, finding Richard alive meant he could put in place an idea which would enrage his mother but was much more to his liking. He’d always kept hidden from his mother that he wasn’t attracted to women, he knew and understood that he needed to marry a highborn lady with whom he could have children, and the Lady Elizabeth was the highest there was in the land. But the thought of sharing his bed with her (or any woman) all of the time was abhorrent to him. He just had to hope that she would be easy to get with child so he didn’t need to spend too much time in her bed chamber. But now Richard had fallen into his hands, yes he should drag him to London and publicly execute him, but now having seen him close up he couldn’t, he found himself torn by his feelings. Richard had made his heart flutter in a way that no woman ever had.

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[(Anonymous)]

awww, i'm loving where this is going! Henry is wonderful and oh, poor Richard. can't wait for more! :D

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The next morning Henry woke up on a pallet bed next to the big bed in the chamber he had been given on his arrival after the battle. He’d ended up sleeping there after a heated argument with his advisors, they’d insisted that he have Richard removed to the dungeons with the other prisoners, but he’d refused. Not only was Richard the most valuable prisoner that they had, but he was the former King and as such should still be treated with respect. Also at the time he’d still been asleep, the physician having admitted to giving him slightly more drugged wine than had been exactly necessary. Richard should sleep until the next morning if not longer.

Stretching, Henry suddenly got the feeling he was being watched, slowly he rolled over to find himself looking up into Richard’s big blue eyes, his dark brown hair tousled from sleep, the sight of the former King making Henry’s mouth suddenly go dry. He shouldn’t find the view so arousing, he shouldn’t want to rush over and pin the man to the bed and kiss him senseless, but he did. But he also knew that after what had happened there was no way that Richard would want anything to do with him let alone let him touch him, he had taken Richard’s throne, named him a traitor, and then let the man who had betrayed him, rape him. He knew whatever happened he had to make sure that Richard knew that he’d had nothing to do with the rape. He had not given Lord Stanley the order to abuse Richard.

Moving slowly, he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the pallet, the bedding thrown back to reveal his naked body, a yawn escaping as he slowly stretched, pushing himself to his feet and wandering over to the closet where the garderobe was hidden, slipping through the curtained doorway to use it before returning to see if Richard needed to make use of it, he was pretty sure that the smaller man might be unsteady on his legs what with the after affects of the drugged wine and the rape. Having re-entered the chamber, he strolled nonchalantly across the room and drew on a loose robe, tying the belt firmly around his waist before turning to look at Richard. He was now sat up in the bed, although Henry was quick to notice that he wasn’t sat as such, he was actually in more of a kneeling position, not allowing his weight to rest on his sore rear. Moving closer, Henry inclined his head in a manner that could be construed as an acknowledgement of someone who in reality was his equal, after all to many of his new subjects Richard was still King, or would be if they knew he was still alive. The next few days would have to be handled very carefully if he was going to get the outcome he wanted. He would be King, Elizabeth would be Queen but as King he could make his own laws and that’s what he planned on doing, once he was crowned King he would have Richard as his consort as well.

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Having acknowledged Richard, he enquired of him if he needed to use the garderobe, knowing deep down that the man would probably refuse any help from him. But he was greatly surprised when Richard nodded his head, shifting awkwardly to the edge of the bed and carefully easing himself down onto his feet, staggering as he tried to stand. Moving forward, Henry caught hold of him, slipped an arm around his body and helped him across the room, depositing him on the wooden seat before leaving him to his own devices. He guessed that Richard would call out for help once he had finished.

Knowing that he had many things to sort out before they started out on the journey to London, Henry called for his servants and advisors, demanding hot water and cloths, so he could wash and food enough for him, his advisors and Richard to break their fast. He wanted to get to London as fast as possible; he needed to be in the place from which the country was run. But now he did have a problem that he didn’t have the day before. He knew that for his own safety it would be best if he took Richard with him, but would he be up to the long ride after the treatment he suffered at Lord Stanley’s hands. They could use a litter for him to travel in but if he had even one iota of the pride Henry guessed he did, Richard would crawl rather than be transported in a manner used only by women. There would only be one thing for it, whether he liked it or not Richard would have to ride side saddle behind one of Henry’s most trustworthy men. Or maybe even behind him. That way they could talk and maybe reach an agreement on matters pertaining to both of their futures.

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[(Anonymous)]

So lovely, I want more, and oh, Henry wanting to take Richard as his consort. Oh. <3

And oh, don't you just want to cuddle Richard (Jim) and say that it's going to be okay.

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Five hours later, his new plan was in action and the weather seemed to be on his side, being neither too hot which made for uncomfortable riding as it was still deemed too dangerous for them to ride without basic armour on. Or cold and wet which was just as bad. Glancing round at the men riding in the leading phalanx, he smiled, all of them were his men, and people he trusted and knew answered to him, not his mother. Lord Stanley was in the next group back, guarded on either side by two men who had orders to cut him down if he tried to either escape or make any attempt to get at Richard. Richard was just where he wanted him to be, his arms encircling Henry’s waist, his head resting against his back, just between his shoulder blades. Smiling to himself, Henry looked across at his closest friend Charles; the man had strict orders to keep at eye on Richard, to make sure that he was alright, that the ride wasn’t too much for him in his current state.

Returning his look, Charles moved closer and quietly told him that Richard was currently dozing, something he’d been doing for most of the ride. The physician had told Henry that he was likely to do so as it was the human body’s way of letting itself recover from shock and injury, although his ability to sleep in the saddle proved how good his horsemanship was. Nodding his thanks, Henry thought back on the meeting that morning that had led to this.

By the time their food had been delivered, Richard had made his own way out of the garderobe, and had tried to get back into the bed, but had ended up bent over it, gasping in pain. Seeing this, Henry removed his robe and wrapped it around Richard, once more not wanting either his servants or advisors to see him naked. Then he carefully settled Richard in the chair that had been brought in especially for him. Then he’d quickly got dressed, his fingers doing up his belt just as everything arrived, servants laying food out on the table and serving weak ale to all present, including Richard.

Once all was ready, Henry dismissed them, walking over to stand before the fire before he started to question his advisors on how soon they could start out for London. He needed to be there so he could take over control from his mother; he dreaded to think just what things she would be setting in motion in his name. If he wanted the people to accept him as their King he needed to show himself to be a fair man, but he knew his mother was the kind of woman who bore grudges and was likely to be imprisoning people who had looked at her in the wrong way in the past. At first his advisors had been nervous to talk openly, all of them glancing across at Richard, unsure about talking in front of the ex King, but he had insisted that they did so. If Richard became his consort like he hoped he would they would be expected to discuss everything in front of him. Actually he hoped that Richard’s experience of Kingship would help him become a great King.

They reached the castle where they would be staying the night just before sunset, Richard now riding behind Charles as Henry’s advisors were worried what people might think if they saw not only the two Kings, but the two Kings on the same horse. With Richard behind one of his men people might not even realise just who he was, they might just think that swathed in his long cloak that he was one of the men’s wife or mistress. Dismounting, Henry wanted to go and help Richard down from the saddle but he knew that that would make people want to know who the mysterious person was, and he couldn’t risk someone pulling back the hood of Richard’s cloak, it was the only thing that hid him from public view. So while he stood there and accepted the grovelling and flattery, Charles discreetly escorted Richard inside and up to the chamber that had been reserved for Henry, servants watching with great interest. Within the hour rumours were spread that the cloaked person was the Kings mistress.

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[(Anonymous)]

oh, i love where this is going, and how well Richard is being looked after! can't wait for more :D

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Glad you are liking it.

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The next morning saw a much happier Richard health wise, the evening before a bath tub had been prepared for Henry in his chamber as it was considered good manners to provide your honoured guests with a hot bath. And much to Richard’s great surprise and pleasure, Henry had insisted that he make use of it first. A long soak followed by a thoroughly cleaning left him feeling much better, the heat having eased many of the aches left from the rape and the battle. While Henry had gone down and eaten in the great hall, Richard had dined in the bed chamber, but not on his own, Charles had stayed with him just in case the brooding Lord Stanley got any ideas about causing him more harm. And the physician had come in to make sure that the long ride had done him no more damage and had stayed to eat as well. He’d retired to bed before Henry had returned and the first thing he’d known about Henry sharing the bed had been when he’d woken up first thing desperately needing to use the garderobe.

Returning, he quietly drew on the fur lined robe that Henry used, wrapping it firmly around himself before going over to look down at the man who he’d slept soundly next to. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t alone. Had he been that tired, or was it because his sub conscious knew that he was quite safe with Henry by his side and could let him slumber in peace. Shivering slightly, he made his way over to the fireplace and dropping to his knees carefully started to make up the fire, gently coaxing it into life, adding some kindling before placing a couple of carefully selected logs on top. Lifting the heavy iron poker to stir up the ashes. It was then that he realised that he was holding what could be deemed to be a weapon, all it would take was one well placed blow and Henry would be dead. A sudden wave of nausea flooded him, the poker dropping from his numb hand to land on the floor with a dull thud, his head falling into his quickly raised hands, his frame shaking. Too many had already died and if he killed Henry many more deaths would follow.

Moments later, pair of arms were wrapped round him, a voice deeper than his murmuring soft words of comfort while rocking him gently. He knew without looking up that he was being held safe in Henry’s arms, and that the man must have seen what could have happened if he had been a much harder and perhaps braver man. Once he’d stopped shaking, Henry loosened his hold on him, allowing him to sit back on his heels, although he still kept one arm draped loosely across his shoulders. Lifting his head, Richard nervously brought his eyes up to meet Henry’s, fear clouding his normally bright blue eyes. Would the knowledge that he could have killed him make Henry treat him as most of his advisors thought he should, would he now find himself in chains, dragged along for all to see before meeting his end on the scaffold.

Reading the fear written on Richard’s face, Henry did the first thing that came into his mind as a way of removing that fear, leaning forward he pressed a kiss to Richard’s lips, not stopping until he realised that the fear had been replaced by surprise, the blue eyes wide, yet not afraid. Lord Stanley’s attack had not destroyed the real person deep inside the man. Searching Richard’s face, he saw nothing to make him stop, so leaning back in he kissed him again.

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[(Anonymous)]

have to say this fic has really grown on me. great stuff anon x

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Two days later and they were on the final ride into London. As had been their habit for the last two days Richard was riding behind Henry although today was the first day that he’d tried riding astride the horse. Not that he thought he’d be riding that way the entire day; he was now finding it a trifle uncomfortable and was unsure that he could manage to keep it up. Unfortunately as they neared London, the horses were kicked into a faster pace, Henry wanting to reach the city before the gates were closed at sunset so he had to keep quiet and accept that he would be extremely sore by the time they reached the Tower.

The last two days had been a revelation to him, Henry had treated him with all of the courtesy that would be due to a queen or princess and had made it clear to all of his advisors, lords and knights that they had to do the same. What would happen when they reached London and Henry came up against his mother, the formidable Margaret Beaufort, Richard had no idea, he was certain that she would demand his immediate death, but having seen just how stubborn Henry could be he guessed it would be a close run battle. It would also be nasty, that he was sure of, and he knew that he didn’t want to be present when it took place.

Of course there were also the kisses to think about, he knew he should have been disgusted and should have pulled back when Henry had first kissed him but it had felt right. The kisses had been soft, undemanding and if he was perfectly honest he had felt a slight spark run through him as their lips had met. He hadn’t felt that since before his wife had died, no one had fired his senses like that since then. But Henry had. And it did confuse him. He’d always been taught that a man had to lay with a woman, that a man lying with another man was a sin against God. But if so why had it felt so good, was he committing a sin by enjoying Henry’s kisses.

And they hadn’t been the last ones. Each night they had slept in the same bed and Henry before they settled down to sleep had gently kissed him, soft undemanding things that had done nothing to scare him, but had been a gentle forewarning of what was to come in the future. He knew that Henry would want more, he was a virile man after all, and he would not always be satisfied by sweet kisses. He would expect Richard to yield completely to him, to give him his all. And at the moment he knew that there was no way he could do that, the thought of doing what Lord Stanley had done to him with anyone made him sweat with fear. But somewhere at the back of his mind was the memory of the pleasure that had flooded his body during the act. Maybe if he was with someone he respected and had feelings for he could perhaps learn to accept and enjoy such an act. As long as they didn’t tie him up or blindfold him.

A sudden yell drew him out of his thoughts, not a mile away they could see the City of London, the road leading down to his future life as what? Would Henry bow to his mother’s demands and have him executed, would he spend the rest of his life as a prisoner in the Tower? Or would Henry have his way and have both a Queen and an ex King as his consorts. Richard knew he would find out very soon. And he was surprised to realise that he wasn’t ready to die just yet.

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8a

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They had been met by a party of soldiers about a quarter of a mile outside the city, the man leading them a lord that Richard knew he should really recognise but at that moment couldn’t place a name to. As both parties halted and the leaders walked their horses up to meet, Richard discreetly pulled his hood up to cover his face, he’d gotten use to doing this whenever they came upon people as Henry deemed it safer for him if people didn’t realise who he was. Richard knew that there would be people who would willingly help him if they knew he was alive, but he now knew deep down that keeping up the war just wasn’t an option. If Henry could keep him safe and alive then he would be happy to stay silent and in the background, he would be quite happy if Henry sent him away to a secluded manor to live out the rest of his life. He had no idea that Henry’s plans included him taking a much more public role.

Deciding it was easier for them to talk on foot Henry waited for Richard to dismount first, the ex King wincing as he slid down from the horse, his knees buckling as his feet hit the ground, a shaft of pain spearing up through him from the ride. Luckily Charles had already dismounted and had come over to aid him down, his arms quickly encircling Richard, keeping him upright and drawing him away from the many interested eyes watching and wanting to know who the stranger riding behind Henry was. The gossip about a mistress riding with the new King had already reached the city and all wanted to see who the lady was. Watching Richard limp away, Henry had to fight down the urge to go to his aid, he could see his physician already making his way to Richard’s side. He silently chastised himself for not thinking about Richard’s comfort on the days ride, he should have realised that sitting astride for too long would be painful for him; he should have insisted on stopping so Richard could change back to a side saddle position. He would make amends once they were safe in the Kings suite at the Tower.

Once the welcoming party had greeted Henry and explained that they would escort him and his party into London, those riders who had dismounted while the meeting took place, now remounted, and one of the squires had removed the saddle pad from behind Henry’s saddle and had placed it on Charles’ horse, the knight remounting before leaning down to clasp Richard’s hand, while the squire gave him a hand boost up to settle side saddle behind him. Once Henry was sure that everyone was ready, they set off, the senior lord in the greeting party riding at his side. The ride into London went without a hitch; although the crowds of people stood on the streets to see their new King enter the city was an unnerving thing for all. Sat on the saddle pad behind Charles, Richard could not help but think back to the last time he’d ridden through the streets with the people cheering him. He didn’t want to feel slightly smug, but the cheers greeting Henry seemed muted to say the least. Privately he wondered if Margaret Beaufort’s rule was already making Henry enemies.

Riding in over the drawbridge at the Tower, Richard couldn’t help but glance up at the tower where his nephews had lived and supposedly met their end at his hands. He knew that they were safe and where they were as did their mother and sisters, but none of them would ever reveal that Edward and Richard were safe in Burgundy with their Aunt. Maybe when they were old enough then they could decide whether they should try and regain the throne, but that would be their decision not his.

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8b

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Drawing to a halt in front of the King’s Suite, they were met by another welcoming group, this one led by Margaret Beaufort and included his niece, the Lady Elizabeth, the soon to be Queen. Swallowing nervously, Richard watched as Henry dismounted and went to greet his mother, bowing to her before he kissed her hand, a frown crossing Richard’s face as he took in the fact that he didn’t try to hug his mother as Richard or his brothers would have done when his mother was alive. It made him wonder if Henry actually had any emotional feelings for the woman who had given birth to him. Now while Henry greeted Elizabeth, one of the squires helped Richard down from behind Charles, the knight dismounting to take his arm and lead him into the apartments before anyone noticed them. But they didn’t get that far; Margaret Beaufort had heard the rumours and wanted to see who the lady who was sharing her son’s bed was.

She accepted that a man needed a mistress but she needed to see if this lady was of suitable birth to be bedded by the King. Striding over she intercepted Richard and Charles, reaching up to throw back the hood of Richard’s cloak, her jaw dropping when she saw who was stood there, her face darkening with rage before she lifted her hand and slapped Richard across the face. Henry rushed to her side, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to yield ordering Charles to take Richard inside, neither him or his mother noticing that Elizabeth on seeing her uncle had beamed, the happiest smile lighting up her face since the news of her uncle’s death had been given to her. Her future mother-in-law might not want Richard there but to Elizabeth it meant that she had an ally in her battle with the woman who wanted to rule the country through her future husband.