Rating: NC-17 - implied violence, incest

Spoiler: None

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, they belong to themselves and their respective companies. This is purely fiction.

Horses hooves thunder on the floor, the brunette in front laughs maniacally spurring his horse on. The horse responds easily for it's master, it has done this many times before. With a swirl of its black tail it turns the corner at high speed, not needing to be guided.

The brunette, sensing something wrong, pats his horse on the shoulder. The horse snorts in response before rearing up, spinning round and galloping back the way it came. It's master somersaults off it landing gracefully on his feet. He watches the horse run off in the direction of the camp, joining some of his people as they left the village.

The guards make their way upto him, he smirks knowing that he could defeat them in a heartbeat. His chocolate eyes sweep up the figure in the middle, he wasn't dressed like the other two. His very being radiated beauty, his every movement graceful. He held himself upright and suddenly, without a doubt, Matt knew he was the one. Dimly he feels the blonde guards tying his hands together, but the emerald eyes command him to keep still, so he does.

Jeff smiles, this is the one he has wanted for a long time. The one who could disappear without a trace. The one who he, the king, wanted in his power. "Put him over the front of Aradia, I wish to gallop back."

The guards followed his order without a murmur, even though it was strange for a prisoner to get a ride back, muchless on the king's horse.

Jeff smirks to himself as the captive is lifted onto his horse. Glancing down his eyes take on the prone form before he rests a hand on his back. Spurring his horse on viciously, they take off at high speed towards the castle.

An hour later the prisoner was in chains, two holding his arms, two around his ankle and a steel band around his neck. The guard moves forward again and ties a rope around his neck in a slip knot which tightens everytime he moves.

The door opens, Jeff walks in with the two blonde guards that captured him and another he recognised. The one who threw him out of his home, scarred him mentally and physically, raped him, broke him and made him. The captain of the guards, Hunter. Quickly he retreats inside himself, shielding himself from emotions, from the hurt.

Hunter takes in the form and smirks, knowing instantly who it was. A scar runs down his arm from when he got away. "Where did you find him?" He asks Jay the younger of the two guards.

"Ten miles north sir, he was with a whole gang of them. The rest got away."

Jeff looks at him, "You know there's one thing that I have always wanted to know about him," Jeff states pointing to the captive. "What is his real name?"

"Matthew," Hunter answers.

"Right, now leave, I want to play with Matthew." Jeff glares at them, making them leave as quickly as they can. Jeff slowly walks closer, "Now Matthew, we are going to have a little bit of fun. I want to know things that you know and I want to know them tonight. I want to know where your gang is so I can kill them all quickly and maybe painfully, I haven't decided yet." Jeff advances and rips Matt's top off, slowly letting a finger drift down his chest, finally circling round his belly button. Jeff smiles faintly as Matt gasps at the sensation, slowly Jeff trails the finger round Matt's side and up his spine. "Tell me."

"Never," Matt replies, knowing he would rather die than get his people killed.

Jeff's lips tighten, he hates being disobeyed. Quickly he kicks Matt's legs from underneath him, grabs a whip with spikes on it and lashes Matt's back with it.

Matt recoils from the pain causing the rope to tighten even more. He struggle to get his footing back when another lash takes the remaining bit of his breath away and causes his knees to buckle. Agony shoots through his back, blood trails down, soaking into the thin pants he wore.

Jeff laughs faintly, watching Matt trying to get away from the whip and struggling to breathe. Stopping after another 10 lashes, Jeff waits for Matt to get his breath back before asking him again. "Where is your hideout Matthew? I can carry on like this for ages, you however cannot." Jeff moves in front of the prisoner, lifting his head and looking into his pain filled eyes. The chocolate orbs drew him in, away from reality. Suddenly images of himself and Matt in bed dominate his mind, Matt controlling him, filling him, making him his.

Jeff steps back in shock, he shouldn't be thinking like that. It was wrong, sinful. But another glance into Matt's eyes flashed the images again, he flushes and moves away. Leaning his arms down on the table he rests his head in his hands. Trying to quieten his breathing down which he hadn't noticed had become erratic. He shouldn't be thinking those images, it wasn't right. His eyes harden, it was him trying to soften the king up. How dare he project those images into the king's head?

Jeff stands up, hatred flowing through his veins. He looks at the table and rams two spikes into the furnace nearby. He glances at Matt who is watching with narrowed eyes. Jeff smiles faintly before seeing that the spikes were hot, quickly he grabs one and rams it through Matt's leg, narrowly missing the bone.

Matt screeches in pain, his knees buckle cutting him off pretty quickly. His flesh burns and sizzles around the hot metal, agony filling his body, overwhelming him. His chest starts heaving for air but his legs won't support him.

Jeff watches him struggle for a few moments before getting the other spike and doing the same to the other leg. He smirks with pleasure when Matt manages to scream before losing the battle and passing out. Jeff sighs, pulls the spikes out and unties the rope round his neck. Matt collapses on the floor, Jeff looks disgusted. He had hoped he could play longer. Turning slightly he sees Hunter walk into the room and hears him chuckle to himself. "What?"

"Well, I had hoped that you wouldn't have gone to using the spikes and half killing him. I have some news for you, Jeff meet your brother." He says gesturing towards Matt's body on the floor.

Jeff frowns, he didn't have a brother as far as he knew. "I don't have one."

"You do," Hunter replies. "He was banished from the kingdom shortly after you were born. He became a disgrace to the family when he started hanging around with peasants. Your parents gave him an ultimatum, behave like a prince or be banished. He killed your mother and left."

Jeff looks at the body on the floor and felt nothing. He hadn't a chance to love his mother and his father had been killed n battle shortly after. He didn't particularly care for anyone. "I don't want to play anymore, deal with him." Jeff said, walking off.

"Yes, your majesty," Hunter replies, grinning sadistically. He had wanted to get this little bitch back for a long time now.

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