Chapter 27

The King of Spades didn't need an invitation to simply waltz through the front door unannounced. Frantic butlers and maids and solidered flurried around him in protest while some went to fetch the Queen to complain or plead with him to rid them of this terrifying man. King Akefia smirked. One trait he did share with his 'real world' counterpart was that people had a habit of being scared of him for no reason. It might have been the smirk, or the scar on his face, or the confident stride that dared anyone to defy. He didn't know, and didn't care. He liked it that way.

"My oh my, dear King Akefia." The Queen mocked as he too waltzed through the foyer doors, two elven maids pulling them open for him so he didn't have to use his delicate arms. "The tournament is tomorrow, I'll have you know."

"And I do know that, your Highness," The King mocked, sarcasm dripping from his lips with his use of the term, "However before I participate I felt the need to examine the prize and deem it worthy of my efforts to attain it."

"Oh my dear, do you not trust me?" The Queen gasped, easily faking shock with a feminine hand to his mouth. "That could be called treason!"

"Ah, but it isn't, by official law." King Akefia grinned at him, not smiling, never smiling. This man before him didn't deserve his smiles.

"Who was it that wrote those laws and who is it that can change them?" The Queen of Hearts giggled in a slightly hysterical way. "But you have a point. It's not fair to have you play without knowing your prize. It'll make you work all the more harder and I do love to crush someone's dreams." He smiled sickly sweet and turned to lead the taller and far more toned royal dignitary to the dungeons.

The King of Spades followed, digusted by the spikey haired queen walking with a bounce in his step. He was gaining to much glee from the Ringleader's torment and it was wrong. So wrong. The Ringleader was a strong man; dominant, malicious, sadistic. Something was terribly wrong in the universe when it came to such a man being broken down and forced to submit.

What he noticed the most on his decent into the stony dungeons was the slowly falling temperature. The King of Spades wore a similar attire to the Ringleader in that he wore no shirt with white pants and gloves. He subconciously pulled his cape tighter around him, wondering and hoping that his... he supposed he should call him his friend... hoping that his friend wasn't freezing. King Akefia pulled his hat further over his eyes to shield the emotion he knew must be showing. He wouldn't let on to Queen Bitch how much it affected him.

"Right in here, King!" The Queen finally announced, spreading his arms wide in front of a solid wooden door decorated with firm steel bars. "You may inspect your prize. I'll be back down in half an hour. Magician!" He suddenly called to the purple haired guard on duty by the door. "Take a break." The Queen then turned back to the King and winked in a way that made his skin crawl. He was happy when the Queen and his loyal servant left and he was free to explore the dungeon without being watched.

The pale eyed royal took the ring of keys off of the hook on the wall and unlocked the solid door, pushing it open with a creak and carefully making his way down the dark and dank corridor. The cells were almost sunken into the walls themselves, more like holes with bars than proper holding spaces. Every one he passed was empty until the very last one, lit by a single torch and a small amount of light draining through the metal in the tiny window. He held back an uncharacteristic sob when his gaze finally rested on the strong master of ceremonies chained to the wall.

It was obvious he'd fought back at some point, if the bruises littering his torso had anything else to say. His wrists were bleeding, suggesting that he's struggled against the metal shackles so much that he'd badly chaffed his skin. His head was bowed, submissive against his approacher, tiny whimpers falling from his lips as he anticipated what was to come.

"Akefia." The King called out, still slightly unused to calling his own name. "Akefia, look at me. Look up. Akefia!"

Akefia finally raised his head, and when his eyes came to rest on the tall and sturdy form of the King of Spades he let out a relieved cross between a gasp and laugh. "Its you. Holy shit, its you, its you." He gushed in a very out of character way, sounding almost desperate. Fuck, what had happened in three days?

The King used the keys he'd taken to unlock the cell, thankful that one was easily recognised as a skeleton key and so he didn't have to search for the right one. He then quickly unlocked the shackles binding his reflection's wrists to the wall. He was shocked when the Ringleader suddenly latched on to him in a hug and began to tremble. Luckily he wasn't crying, and the King of Spades suspected the trembling was because of the cold. He growled when he noticed the Ring King's usual red coat was no where to be seen.

Despite his instincts to embrace the freezing clone in his arms, the King forced him away, growling low in his throat when he saw the pathetic expression on the once noble Ringleader's face. He slapped that face with his gloved hand; not so hard to hurt but enough to sting a little. He nearly growled again when Akefia let out a whimper.

"Akefia, look at me." He demanded, and at once the Ringleader sat up straight and looked him in the eyes as if afraid to defy him. "What the devil happened to you?"

"Uke-shrooms." The tanned man grumbled in a more normal voice before breaking off into a whine, trying to cuddle him once more. But again, the King shoved him away.

"Fuck, those things are nasty." The King sighed in annoyance, looking around the cell to find a tray of what he could only guess was stew, and the red dust scattered in the remains was clearly powdered uke-shrooms. "Right, I have a plan." His mind had thought it up fast and while he might not really like it, he hoped it would help out in the long run and regain the Ringleader's dignity if only slightly.

He pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth, keeping hold of Akefia's shoulder with the other. Swiftly he managed to open and unzip the man's white trousers, much to the surprise of the one wearing them, and he forcefull grasped the unconfined cock that lay beneath, making the Ringleader squeak in delight and surprise. He worked quickly, the tanned male soon rolling his head back and shallowly thrusting his hips to create more friction from the hand that pleased him.

But that had was removed quickly and the King let go of the Ringleader's shoulder, bringing out another uncharacteristic whimper from the man. The King forced himself not to roll his eyes and get down on his stomach instead, laying himself down in front of the Ringleader in pretty much a total act of submission. He didn't wait to be begged or pleaded and simply sucked the tan cock in front of him into his mouth with a cry from the man it belonged to.

"Oh god!" Akefia moaned, and the King was pleased it was a moan and not a cry or a whimper or a mewl. It was a definate gutteral moan that only came from the most dominant of people. The next line was better. "Suck it, bitch."

The King smirked around the flesh in his mouth and began to bob his head up and down the stiff column, sucking fiercly and not wincing when the white haired master knocked his hat off to twist his fingers in his hair painfully. He used all the tricks he knew, which weren't many considering he didn't do this very often as he was as top as his mirror image, but they seemed to do the trick as Akefia slowly unravelled under him.

The moans became groans which soon turned silent as Akefia edged closer to oblivion. The only warning the King of Spades had before the man shot his load down the back of his throat was the tightening of the fingers in his hair and the thigh muscles on either side of his head. He didn't choke, but simply swallowed it all down in the same way he would expect all of the Ringleader's submissives to do.

The King stood and picked up his hat, straightening himself out and making his clothes look as presentable as possible. Below him Akefia zipped his pants back up and had a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. A smirk, not a smile, the King was happy to note.

When the black and white clad royal picked up the keys and walked out of the cell, he heard Akefia say 'Thanks, asshole' before he turned to walk back the way he came.

His plan had worked, for the moment, and for that he was glad. The King of Spades could go about his game with a small weight lifted off of his shoulders.