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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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He gasped, then moaned against Charles' mouth, a shudder racing down his spine. It had been a while since he'd been with anyone and it did take some getting used to. But it felt so good to have Charles inside him, but Andrew needed more. "Move... please..." he panted between kisses.

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He didn't have to be asked twice. He smiled against Andrew's skin, nodding slightly before shifting and carefully rocking his hips. He stroked his hands over the man's skin, touching anywhere he could as he worked to set up a rhythm between them.

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"Oh, yes..." It didn't take long before Andrew was moving with him. He kissed and nibbled at Charles' neck, hands roaming over the other man's body as they moved together.

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He cocked his head back, giving the other more room to roam as he shifted, thrusting a bit harder. Though he was still doing his best to stay mindful of the man's injuries. He bent down, capturing his lips again in a passionate kiss, one hand grasping the back of his neck and just holding him there. "Never found someone so...like you."

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"Neither have I," Andrew panted, looking into the Englishman's beautiful eyes. "I mean..." he chuckled. "I've never met anyone like you." He lifted his head to return Charles' kiss as passionately as it had been given.

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He smiled into the kiss, shifting even as he pulled back once more and thrust hard, knowing he'd hit the other man's prostate. He groaned, hands moving to the backs of his thighs, squeezing.,

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The hard thrust brought a cry from Andrew, "Fuck... yes. Again Charles. Fuck me hard." He wanted to feel Charles every time he moved for days.

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He kept thrusting just like that, pumping his hand over Andrew's cock quickly. He wanted the man beneath him to come, to feel him tighten around him.

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Each deep thrust drew a cry of pleasure from him. Charles was going to get his wish very shortly. His back arched again. Every muscle in his body seemed to spasm with pleasure at once, come splattering over his belly.

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He groaned against his skin, mouthing and biting as he thrust harder into him before he finally came. He filled the man, shuddering and pressing their lips together.

Sorry for the slow reply!

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Andrew shuddered beneath Charles, feeling him come. He chuckled softly against his lover's lips as he kissed him. Wrapping his arms and legs around Charles, holding him. He loved the feel of Charles' weight on him. Andrew ran his fingers through the Briton's sweat dampened curls and kissed him again.

"Will you stay a while?"

Re: Sorry for the slow reply!

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"You want me to stay?" He asked, slowly pulling away and making a sound as he shuddered a bit at how sensitive he felt. After a moment he rolled to lie beside Andrew, wrapping an arm around him and chuckling. "Now that is something I've never had asked of me in this situation. Most want me to leave as soon as possible."

He leaned in after a moment, slowly sliding his hand around the back of the man's neck so he could pull him in to a soft kiss. "But yes, I will stay. I have nowhere to be until tonight anyways because of the ball."

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"I have never asked anyone to stay with me before, Andrew wasn't actually surprised at Charles' reaction, "You are welcome to stay the night if you like. It is very private out here. No one bothers me. If any one asked, you can tell them how you rescued me and you had to take care of me. It certainly wouldn't be a lie."

The truth of it was, the prince was very lonely. It was nice to have someone to talk to and spend time with who wasn't a servant or one of his uncle's lackeys. Andrew bit his lip, still hesitating to tell Charles who he was. It might be safer for the Duke not to know.

"Tomorrow I must get up early and be at the palace in the morning to help prepare for the ball. I am very close to the prince and I am certain that he would grant you an audience."

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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."

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"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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.