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[Past lives AU. In a past life, Napoleon was the Duke of Suffolk under King Henry the Eighth. Illya was the Prince of Valencia. They had met when the Duke was visiting Valencia to attend a ball in the King's name. Incidentally they met before the ball due to the Duke being on the grounds hunting and rescuing the Prince from an assassination attempt while he'd been out for a walk. The Duke had seen the Prince drowning and dove into a small lake after him. Soon after this they began an affair and fell in love, but it ended tragically when the Duke was killed in battle. Now they have found one another again. During the first chase, Napoleon felt like he knew the man chasing them and this was why he didn't shoot him. During the meeting the next day, when they were fighting, suddenly Napoleon remembered, but he kept it t himself sine he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy. Illya remembered after he almost drowned and Napoleon saved him. Of course, Napoleon knew that he knew when Illya called him by the name of the man he had been, Charles. After this, Napoleon tried to act like it was nothing, pushing Illya away even though Illya tried his hardest to get closer.)

Charles frowned as the rabbit he'd been aiming at turned and took off as the sounds of what could only be a struggle reached his ears. He turned himself, looking back towards the palace grounds before humming and heading in the same direction they were coming from. He'd only been in Valencia for two days and already he'd fallen in love with it. The city was absolutely beautiful from what he had seen so far and the game was plentiful. When he'd been given permission to do a little hunting, he'd certainly taken the opportunity. Though now he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have left the palace grounds themselves.

As he was stepping out of the forest he frowned when he saw a robed man hitting another over the head before quickly dumping him over the edge of a nearby bridge and into what looked to be a deep pond. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, running as quickly as he could towards the bridge. He raised his bow, aiming carefully and managing to embed the arrow he loosed into the attacker's leg, though he doubted that would stop the man completely from running. It might still help them identify him later. He turned, throwing the bow and his quiver down then, turning to the edge of the bridge and without a second thought he dove in, grabbing the other once he found him.

He pulled them both above the surface, gasping for air as he tried to force the other man to breath. "Come on. Breath. Breath!" He shouted, but nothing. So he swam for shore, carefully laying the man out and frowning. He was carefully as he tilted his head, pressing against his chest. It was a new technique, one that had recently made news from Amsterdam and he hoped like hell that it actually worked. He pressed a few times before pressing his mouth over the others, blowing to try and get him to breath again.

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"I wouldn't mind staying the night since you are so very accomodating." He teased, settling closer and slowly tightening the arm around him to draw him ever closer.

"But, only if we can have a repeat. Though this time we might have to switch it up a little bit." He murmured, leaning in and kissing him once more. He deepened the kiss, exploring Andrew's mouth himself before pulling away and biting at his lip.

"Oh? You think you could convince him to grant me an audience before the ball? I would so love to meet him."

Andrew smiled, letting himself be drawn closer, "It is nice to have company for a change."

"Of course," he smiled into Charles' kisses. "Oh yes, I think we could do that. After we've had sufficient rest."

"I'm sure he would be happy to meet you. I believe that fortune has brought us together for a reason. The prince may regret that he did not meet you sooner, but I'm glad he didn't."

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"That it is. I tend to spend most nights alone, especially as of late. No one worthwhile for company and certainly no one in the English court interested in more than simple dalliances." He said with a slight shrug, still kissing Andrew again and again.

"Sufficient rest and perhaps some more wine. I do look forward to meeting the prince, though I am sure it will be nothing like meeting you has been." He chuckled, winking at the other. "Mostly the reason I would seek an audience with him is to discuss what Henry has sent me here for. He hopes to open more trade between our countries and knows the prince is far more amiable than his father is."

"That's a shame. They don't know what they're missing," Andrew enjoyed the kisses, though it saddened him to learn that Charles seemed as lonely as he was.

"Indeed, we should have more wine," he said, the exercise having made him quite thirsty. Andrew could easily reach their cups for them from the table as well as the wine jug. Handing Charles his cup, he poured his guest more wine and then himself, setting the jug back over on the table. "Being excessively tall can be advantageous in a small house."

He let out a sigh when Charles talked of trade agreements. "No, I'm afraid meeting the prince will be under much more formal circumstances." He took a drink of wine and chuckled. "The king would definitely not give you an audience. He is staunchly Catholic and heartily disapproves of Henry and his new Church. Though luckily for Henry, King George is gravely ill, though he wishes no one to know it. He is not expected to live more than a few more short months. The prince is far more open to increasing trade with England and has no disapproval of your king."

"Well, if things are this much more open here, I am certainly going to have to start visiting Valencia much more." He teased, smiling wide before he shifted them, slowly settling next to him again. He slowly drew a thigh against Andrew's, tangling their legs.

He took the glass of wine, letting Andrew pour some more before taking a long pull from the cup, his eyes locked on the other man.

Andrew gave him a week smile, "If only. It is still a Catholic country. If we weren't in disagreement with Spain, a ship sent from England would have been taken as an invasion and sunk before it could make landfall." He drank some more of the wine and laid back, enjoying the feeling of their legs together. He playfully stroked Charles' foot with his own and sighed. "The state of things in Valencia at the moment is very precarious. I hate politics."

"Which is why a messenger was sent ahead to be certain that it wasn't seen as such. I mean, I am here to discuss trade. We hear about things in England and we know about the disagreement. Henry wishes us to form an alliance, regardless of the religious ties." He said, tilting his head slightly.

He chuckled at the feel of the man's foot teasing against his own. "I think if we can form an alliance now...well, when the Prince becomes King it can continue and strengthen."

Andrew swore in native Valencian. "There was no messenger to the court before you arrived. This is what I mean by precarious. It is possible that when the king dies, the king's younger brother, Ferdinand may attempt to kill the prince and usurp the throne."

This explained much. He gulped down the last of his wine and set aside his cup. Andrew turned on his side to face Charles. He was tempted to tell the man that he was the prince. But he thought better of it. It might be more dangerous for Charles to know who he'd been dallying with. "Your messenger may have been intercepted by Ferdinand's men."

Charles sat up after a moment, staring at Andrew in confusion. "How do you know there was no messenger though? How close are you to the court that you would know something like this?" He truly was curious and a little concerned.

"And if that is a true threat...well, perhaps we could offer some form of protection? My King has done so before, to protect certain alliances. I am sure he would do so now."

Andrew bit his lip. He had said too much. He wondered again if he should tell Charles the truth of who he was. Again, he erred on the side of caution, "The prince and I are... Like brothers. We've known each other all of our lives. As children, we were inseparable. Much like I have heard your relationship is with King Henry. I will advise him of your kind offer. I'm certain he will appreciate it." An alliance with the English made him feel hopeful for the first time in a very long time.

There was true concern in Charles' eyes. Charles seemed a good man, he hoped that the Englishman would forgive him this deception. Andrew truly liked him. "You have such beautiful eyes," Andrew said, looking up into Charles' gaze. "Enough of politics..." Andrew sat up and leaned over to kiss Charles.

"Like brothers? Well, perhaps that was why you were attacked. If the prince's uncle thinks you could pose some sort of threat or get in his way...he might send others after you." He murmured, licking his lips. "If we can form some sort of alliance as I hope we can...perhaps Henry will allow me to stay here. To protect you both."

He smiled then, wrapping his arm around the other man before pulling him closer into the kiss. He licked into his mouth, groaning quietly.

Andrew moaned into that kiss, "I think..." he started breathless, when their lips parted. "I like the idea of you staying to protect me... and my prince. And well, just staying." He kissed Charles again.

It took him just a few moments before he rolled them, settling himself on top of Andrew as they continued kissing, tangling his fingers on the man's hair.

After a few moments he sat up, shifting his hips as he straddled the other with a smirk on his face. "You like the idea? Well, as I said, if everything works out you might certainly be seeing a lot of me. I would enjoy the chance to get to stay for as long as possible."

And with that he latched his mouth to Andrew's throat, sucking and licking lightly while rocking his hips and letting his ass slowly press against the other man's cock pointedly.

Andrew laughed as Charles moved over him. It took him a few moments to find the pot of oil. While Charles was busy making love bites on his throat, Andrew reached down to slick his cock with the oil. Then he prepared Charles, gently sliding long fingers into his tight hole. Teasing the ring of muscle there to get him to relax.

When those fingers teased and then sunk into him he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. He rocked slowly, wanting more of this sensation, more of the other man. He sighed, fingers brushing over his body as he focused on relaxing.

Andrew teased him a little longer, drawing out the pleasure. But he knew this was not want Charles wanted. He slid his fingers out, pressing the head of his hard cock in their place. He lifted his hips, pushing in slowly.

He groaned slowly, feeling Andrew push up as he carefully sank down onto him. His head bowed, eyes closing as he blew out a shaky breath, shuddering as he was fully breached. "Oh...oh Andrew." He gasped, seating himself fully.

"Oh fuck... so tight," Andrew groaned. Staying still, Andrew kissed him and held him gently, giving Charles time to get used to his size. He would let Charles set the pace and move when he was ready.

As soon as he'd grown accustomed, he shifted his hips, lifting up slowly and then sliding right back down. "O-oh..." He sighed, letting his head fall back as he started rocking his hips slowly.

"I have...v-very rarely allowed...allowed anyone to..." He shifted, lifting up higher and dropping back quickly.

Andrew groaned as Charles settled back on his cock, taking it deeply. "Take you?" he breathed. Though the look of pleasure on Charles' face was enough to let Andrew know that he was enjoying the feeling. "I am honored. Dear god, you are beautiful..." he stayed still, letting his lover move how he liked.

"Yes." He nodded, staring down at Andrew before he changed the angle of his hips once more, taking him in deeper. It caused him to gasp, head falling back and eyes falling shut.

"You are beautiful as well. So...fair. Like a royal, or a member of the court." He said, stroking his knuckles down the side of his cheek.

Andrew leaned up to capture Charles' mouth in a kiss. His lover didn't know how close he was to the truth. When their lips parted, he laid back and started to move. Just gently rolling his hips, encouraging Charles to take more. To move. To forget about courts and royals and intrigue for the moment. They had so little time to spend together before it would all come crashing back in.

"Ride me hard, Charles..." Andre said, "I want you to feel me while you're dancing with the beautiful ladies at the ball tomorrow."

His fingers tangled in Andrew's hair, hips tilting before falling back into place. He gasped at the jolt of pleasure racing up his spine when the man's cock brushed across his prostate. "Andrew...god.."

He nodded, looking down at him, thumbs brushing his cheeks before kissing him again wildly. "I want to know that when I leave here I will feel you for days." He breathed out, swallowing hard.

"I will find you again though. I wish to spend as much time with you as possible over the next two weeks."

"Yes... Just like that," Andrew groaned into that kiss. He reached down to grab his lover's ass and pull him down harder. The friction of their bodies trapped Charles' hard cock between them.

"You will find me," he promised. "You will find me, Charles. I will be with you again."

"Sweet whispered promises..." He murmured against his lips, moaning louder at the way he was grasped at. He let himself be pulled down, rolling his hips faster at the insistence, driving himself harder.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, their sighs and groans. He just stayed as close as possible, giving a soft whine. "And I will do all I can to visit. To visit often. I want to see you after this. Beyond just my time in Valencia."

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