Got this idea from the song The Evil King by NateWantstoBattle (sort of based off the song)

Akihiko glared at the large castle in front of him as his companion cautiously walked up beside him. "I will take back what was mine." He grit his teeth as the boy backed up, not wanting to be in the way of his friend's anger. "Don't worry Misaki. I won't hurt you." He turned and faced the brunette, anger still clearly written on his face.

"When do you think you'll take it back my lord?" Misaki asked carefully, worry filled his large green eyes. He knew it would take awhile to take back the throne. His companion walked passed him, not even looking at him.

"Come. I will take it back when the time is right." The banished king spoke quietly as he continued his long stride towards the village. He had a plan but it would take a few years to get it into full motion.

Misaki happily chased after his true ruler. He had always adored his lord and followed every command that he'd been given. When he had first worked at the castle, he had started off as a simple servant who made sure that the place had always been clean. He and a few other servants would clean it as best they could, trying to make sure nothing was dirty. But when the brunette had forgotten to change his lord's sheets, he had become frightened for failing to change them. He rushed to his master's room quickly with clean sheets but found that the king of the castle was already there, removing his clothes to get ready for bed.
Slowing his pace a bit so he was a few yards away from Akihiko, he recalled what had happened next.

"F-forgive me, master!" Misaki stared a bit longer before turning away, his face completely red with embarrassment and shame. "I had forgotten to change your sheets this morning after you had left." He thought he would be punished for interrupting but instead his lord simply turned his head and smiled at him softly.

"I don't mind." The king spoke softly, causing the new servant to look up in shock only to look down again as his grip tightened on the bundle of sheets. "What's your name?" King Akihiko sounded so calm it actually made Misaki tighten his grip even more.

"Misaki, my lord. I've been here for a few months now." He didn't dare look up at his master again as the great king had been nearly naked, showing his broad shoulders, back and bare bottom; the red outfit hanging and covering his legs and left arm.

Turning around to face Misaki, Akihiko frowned, seeing that the brunette had his head down, not even looking at him. Sighing, he walked up to the servant boy, letting the rest of his clothes fall off and land on the polished wooden floor. He could see that the boy was afraid and he knew why. He had heard that some of the servants had spread rumors about him; saying that if you looked at the king, you would be severely punished. "Misaki," he stopped in front of the brunette, "look at me. Please? I know about the rumors but I can promise you they aren't true."

"But isn't it still offensive to look at my king? I heard from my brother that if I look at you at all, I would be thrown into the dungeons." Misaki still didn't look up. Hearing another sigh come from his master, he froze and his heartbeat quickened.

"That had been my father's law but it isn't mine. I don't care if someone looks at me." Akihiko continued to frown before saying "as your king, I command you to look at me."

Knowing he couldn't disobey a command from his ruler, Misaki slowly raised his head. He looked at his king and his heart nearly stopped. Soft, violet eyes stared back into his green ones and he knew immediately he wanted to cry. He could feel tears well up in his eyes as he looked the man over. The king's silver hair looked soft and neatly brushed, his smile was gentle, and his body perfect and beautiful as his fit and naked body made the brunette look away again. "Would-would you like me to change the sheets now or later, my lord?"

"Later." Akihiko's voice was alluring as he placed a soft hand on his servant's chin and made him look again. "Right now," he began, "all I want… is for you to stay." The boy dropped the sheets on the ground in shock. "I've been watching you work hard to keep the castle clean and it seems I've done something that could get us in trouble."

"Us?" Misaki asked curiously before his king gently grabbed his face and lightly kissed his chapped lips. His mind didn't know what to think other than the amazing feeling of his king's mouth on his. The silvered haired king tasted sweet and the brunette leaned into the kiss.

"Misaki." The once king was now staring at him with confused eyes. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, my lord, of course!" Misaki laughed lightly and ran to catch up with his king, glad to follow him wherever he went. "I was just remembering when we actually first met."

Akihiko's eyes furrowed a bit just before asking "Do you think that I was using you?" He looked up into the setting sun. The sun was orange as was the sky but it was still beautiful like always.

"Of course not! I would never think that." Misaki noticed how his companion looked like he was glowing from the bright orange sun. Remembering an old memory once again, he began frowning.

As he scrubbed the floors in the hall with only a small cloth and a bucket of soapy water, he smiled, glad that the king had wanted him to stay. He didn't notice the pair of angry black eyes watching him carefully until he heard footsteps nearing him. Pausing in his work he looked up and his green eyes widened. It was the general for the king's army. His armor was all black as was his hair. "General Haruhiko," he carefully spoke so as not to be punished. "I, um, I'm almost done here but I'll be quick so you can get through."

"I know what you did." The general spoke with hate in his voice.

Misaki had no clue what he was talking about. "What do you mean?" His voice lightly shook.

"Don't play dumb with me. I saw you look at him. You know it's forbidden to look at the king." Haruhiko quickly grabbed the brunette by his green livery (livery is a type clothing that servants wore in the Middle Ages). Misaki stared at the guard who held him by his clothing, not realizing that when he had been grabbed his foot knocked over the bucket of water. "You know the penalty, don't you?"

Stammering, Misaki twisted the bottom of his clothes as his blood ran cold. "Y-yes, but the king- !" He was cut off when the general slapped him, causing the left side of his face to turn red. It burned but he didn't cry. He knew what was coming next, knowing it would be awful. He felt himself being dragged down the brightly lit hall but was too afraid to fight back. 'My lord,' he thought as they approached a small wooden door, 'forgive me. I don't know why I had kissed you back but it was amazing. But I must know, why had you watched me clean and why did you kiss me? Why do you care about a servant like myself? I'm not special at all.'

General Haruhiko then forced him down the stairs, trying to get his task done so he could return to training the newbies. "Hurry it up!" He nearly shouted as he shoved the boy down cold stone stairs. "I haven't got all day."

The servant didn't want to go to the dungeons but he was just a servant while Haruhiko was higher in status than him. Nearly running down the steps barefoot, Misaki had realized he had reached the cells when he noticed how cold it was. There was barely any light but it seemed the general knew every part of the dungeon by heart as he opened a cell door that creaked loudly and echoed throughout the room.

"Get in and don't make a sound." The tone of his voice was harsh which made the boy silently walk in the empty cell, the bars rusting a bit from the dampness.

'I'm supposed to see the king again in his room but now that I'm in here…' Misaki shivered and hugged himself tightly.

"I'll see you later." With those final words, Haruhiko left him alone to suffer in his solitude.

"Master," Misaki whispered as tears fell from his eyes, "what will you do when you don't see me tonight?" He gathered himself into a corner and cried. The flame from the only light flickered as it began to burn out. He was afraid of the dark for his parents had been murdered in the night by the previous king's guards. He shut his green eyes tightly, trying to imagine the sun warming his skin.

He was brought out of the memory when he felt a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry. I got lost in thought again." Misaki looked away upsettingly.

"What were you thinking about this time?" Akihiko asked. He was concerned for his young servant. Misaki had never constantly gotten lost in thought.

"Just when Haruhiko had thrown me in the dungeon because I looked at you but then you got me out of there." Misaki squirmed a little at Akihiko's touch. It felt nice but it made him wonder why his king cared so much about his feelings even after being with him for nearly six years. He wanted to ask but he held the question back.

Akihiko pulled him into a light hug before pulling away and taking his hand in his own cold one. "Forget the past for now. We should hurry before night falls." He pulled the boy towards the village which was a mile away from the castle. "And Misaki…" the king didn't even look back at him as he spoke calmly. "Just call me by my name. I don't want to hear you calling me 'lord' or 'master' or anything related to me being the king. I've told you before to call me by name when we're alone."

"Okay sir… I mean, Akihiko." Misaki said with uncertainty. It had been awhile since the two had been alone together… at least four months. Akihiko and Misaki had been too busy with their jobs to see each other. Changing the subject as they headed towards the village, he said "I know a place we can stay until you take back the throne." He gave a weak smile when they grew closer.

"I guess you should take the lead then." Akihiko smiled happily at him and let Misaki head in front of him, still holding his small hand.

'Let's just hope that brother lets us in. I know how much he hates Akihiko from the way he would speak about him. But that was close to five years ago. Maybe he's changed a bit; then again, probably not. I mean, brother would say that 'I hope someone kills that bastard of a king soon.' And 'From what I hear from other servants, the king is cruel and harsh to everyone.' But I didn't care what he said. After all, I was able to get a job at the castle and on top of that, Akihiko isn't cruel or harsh at all. He can actually be very kind.' Misaki took a glance back before smiling.

Exactly 2,008 words and in less than a day! Wish I could do that for all my other stories as well.