He first saw the little whore dancing at one of his banquets. The dancer had apparently been a gift form one of his enemies that wanted a truce. He didn't really believe it of course, but the dancer was skilled, every man and woman in the room, even those promised to another watching him. Lust in all their eyes.

He knew there was more to the dancer then just, a gift. The knives glittering at his ankles told him that.

After the performance finished, the dancer disappeared. Although no one else had, so he could not have gone to burn off some energy with a member of the Pharaoh's court.

Which lead said Pharaoh to believe that the dancer was there for him, probably hiding in his rooms. Waiting for him to come back, most likely drunk and an easy victim.

He smiled, tonight would be a good night.

He caught the small wrist in his much larger hand, the sharp blade it was holding only inches form his heart.

The dancer's purple eyes widened, not expecting a member of royalty to be so quick, or strong. He had been hired for his agility and grace, not his strength. He couldn't break free form the Pharaoh's hold.

"Well, Hello there", The Pharaoh said, almost sounding happy to have found an assassin in his bedroom, aiming a knife at his heart.

'Maybe he is,' the assassin thought, gulping, he had heard of this King, his cruelty towards his people. He couldn't even begin to think of what he would do to a foreign assassin.

"You know", the bigger man continued, "If you were smart, you would seduced me, then when I was asleep killed me"

"I'm not going to whore myself out just to get a kill", the assassin spit, "No matter how attractive the target"

"Oh so I'm attractive am I?"

"…yes, now shut up and die", the assassin pulled another knife, this time aiming it at the King's ribs.

"Stop that", the Pharaoh said, grabbing the wrist, and lifting. The assassin dangled in the air.

"GAH! PUT ME DOWN YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE!" the assassin yelled, his feet waving in the air.

"Wow you're light", he looked closer at his assassin. His blond bangs fell into his face, the rest of his hair spiked up and a deep purple. He would have looked like an innocent child if not for the murderous expression on his face, and the silver knives in his hands. "And cute"

"Put me down", the dancer demeaned, his legs still swinging he tried to kick the Pharaoh, anywhere to make the man release him.

The older man pressed on both wrists, the assassin released both knives, sending them clattering to the floor. He released on wrist and wrapped that arm around his prisoners waist, repeating the process with the other arm. Instinctively the assassin wrapped his arms around his captor's neck.

"You might want to put your legs around my hips," The Pharaoh whispered.

The purple haired male, grumbled but obeyed, only because his legs hurt. Or at least that's what he told him self, and it wasn't because he really wanted to.

As soon as he did, he say a flaw in his plan not to sleep with the target, their crotches were pressed together. He could feel how hard the other man was already, he whimpered, him already being half hard, this brought him to a full erection.

"Enjoying yourself already, Little One?" The Pharaoh whispered, nipping at his ear.

"My name", he felt so warm, "Is Heba"

"And mine, is Akefia. Remember it, because you'll be screaming it in pleasure"

"Is that going to be all done standing up?" Heba asked, "Or…"

Akefia only smiled, before dumping the smaller man into the bed, and crawling on top of him. He grinned like a predator that had capture his prey at last. The purple eyed male underneath him shivered anticipating what was to come.

The Pharaoh slipped the dancer's arm bands off, tossing them to the floor.

"As beautiful as I would imagine you would look just wearing those and a look of pure lust would be, I'd rather not have anything obstruct my view of you tonight"

Heba had to smile at that, the man seemed to honestly want to be with him, this night and maybe more nights. He liked the idea of that, staying with Akefia for some time, being more then just a one night stand that he threw away. A firm kiss placed on his lips brought the killer back to reality.

The Pharaoh had taken off his crown while his bed mate was day dreaming, he was currently working on his collar, he unclasped it, and tossed it to the side. Heba grabbed one of his arm bands, and slid it off while Akefia worked on the other arm. Devoid of jewellery, they came together in a kiss. The Pharaoh pulled Heba's sash off, before slipping his hand downward, causing the small male to gasp.

That night lead, as Heba and Akefia had both hoped to many other nights, most leaving Heba unable to move with out assistance until he had soaked his aching bottom muscles. He spent most of his soaking time, cursing his lover's name.

The Pharaoh found this hilarious, just kissing the smaller man and saying You love it in responses.

It only took a few short months, barely five for them to fall completely and totally in love with each other. Although it took Heba longer to accept it then his carefree lover. Living the life of an assassin then suddenly giving up it was hard on him. Accepting being in love was something totally new to him.

Heba moaned as Akefia traced circles on his back. He liked these moments, when they had finished making love, and they just laid beside each other. Enjoying each others company. Nothing sexual about it, but it could turn into another round in a second.

"I love you", the Pharaoh murmured, kissing the back of the former assassin's neck.

"Love you too", he said rolling over to face the other man, "And to think six months ago, I was trying to kill you"

"Trying being the operative word, you failed at it"

"Hey! That's only because you knew I was coming", he insisted, nuzzling the bigger man's neck.

"If you had killed me, you wouldn't have such a wonderful life right now"

"Being with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me, ever"

"Well…, I have proposal for you", Akefia said, taking Heba's hand, "Heba, would you be my wife, my queen?"

He was left speechless, all those months together and he had never thought of something like this. During their time together, he enough forgot that his love was the ruler of Kemet. And every king needs his queen.

"Of course I will", Heba said, rolling over on to the Pharaoh, "You shouldn't even have to ask you fool"

The ceremony was long and ridiculous, it was also interrupted by the Thief King, who was quickly chased away by one well placed dagger by the newly crowned queen. Even months after not being an assassin, his skills were still as sharp as his knives.

The Pharaoh scooped up his queen, grinning down at the smaller man, before stealing away to their bed charmer, to consummate the marriage.

"My Pharaoh, I am forever, yours. faithfully"

"My Queen, I am forever yours, faithfully"

If they had only known forever would only last barely half a year more. That to stop the Thief King form running all their plans, Akefia would have to seal his soul away along with his enemy.

Somehow though, Heba knew he would see his Pharaoh again, and he would continue to be as he had said on their wedding night, "Forever yours, Faithfully"

A/N: Inspired by the song, Faithfully.