Take Me as A Gift, My Lord.

Prompt: (by enochianusername) Jaime being the Sultan, Khaji Da his not-so-nice advisor and Bart being a concubine who was sent as a gift to Jaime.

This version is a little bit more explicit than the one on my tumblr, aha.

"The rest of your gifts are here, my Lord." Khaji Da held back a sneer at the word 'Lord.' Honestly, he hated the brat he was forced to work for, and he couldn't wait for the day he could finally be rid of the pesky menace.

'Accidental death of Sultan Jaime Reyes' was currently third on his bucket list, if he wasn't mistaken. Right after find out Freiherr Queen's secret chili recipe, and get the slaves build a much larger, sturdier monument for himself.

Not even bothering to look up from the grimy nails of his left hand, Jaime brawled out a lazy "Send them in." with an idle wave of his other hand.

"As you wish." Khaji said through gritted teeth, motioning for the guards at the large door to open it, so the rest of the 'staff' could bring in the gifts.

One by one, a line of carefully selected 'gifts' made their way into the chamber, and stood before Jaime. He got up, inspecting each and every one of them as he made his way down the line.

There was a girl with dark skin and long blonde hair- cute, he thought, but she looks like trouble.

Next to her was a boy with black hair, shining blue eyes and the physique of a very flexible man. No doubt from a family of performers. I don't have time for a show off. I need someone fast-

His thoughts were cut off as he noticed a boy down the line who just would not stop fidgeting. Frowning at his rudeness (How dare he be so disrespectful - did he not know who's presence he was in?!) Jaime made his way down the line towards him.

Stopping before him, Jaime was met by, quite honestly, the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, with hair as brown as the leather beneath his feet.

The fidgeting ceased immediately and green eyes stared back at Jaime, unblinking.

"You," Jaime said, "your name. Tell me, now."

There wasn't even a stutter of nervousness as the brown haired boy replied hastily, "I do not have one."

Eyes squinting at the obvious lack of manners, Jaime looked over the boy. Young, healthy, and apparently with plenty of speed… Just what I need.

"Bart." Jaime said decidedly. "Your new name is Bart. Khaji Da, remove yourself and the others at once. I will not be bothered for the rest of the day, now."

With that, Jaime took Bart, his new 'gift', and headed down the chamber.

Moments later, Sultan Jaime Reyes and his gift were atop his silk lined bed, the former straddling the latter.

Bart could not keep his movements still.

Despite its annoying status, Jaime couldn't help but find the trait… endearing.

"Is this your first time in a bed?" Jaime asked, his hands moving to clasp each side of the brown haired boy's hips, forbidding him from moving.

"That depends," The boy quipped back, and before Jaime could even register the response, he was flat on his back, the positions reversed - although Bart was holding his hands hostage above his head with one hand, while the other was tracing circles on his abdomen. "Is this your first time with a boy?" He said huskily, lowering his face down to plant a kiss where his fingers had previously been.

Jaime had absolutely no idea when or how his clothe had been removed, but it had. And he had absolutely no objections.

Hell, a boy this fast deserved to be with him.

"No." Jaime answered, truthfully, and for the love of God he couldn't figure out why he had. The boy had no business knowing the private affairs of the Sultan; no business at all!

"Then it is not my first time in a bed, either." Bart answered, his lips brushing against the moist skin of Jaime's stomach - moist because Bart had been non-stop littering it with kisses.

"Good." With moves that fast, there was no way it could have been. Jaime was just glad the boy didn't have the gall to lie to him.

It would be a pity to have to kill the boy before the fun even started, it would indeed.

And what fun it would be.

To Bart, coitus was both a job and a pleasure - and he always made certain it was nothing but the latter for his client.

His mouth and hands and other areas had deflowered many a pretty specimens - men and women alike.

He had no preference, except for those who could pay.

Or give him food and shelter; he wasn't really picky to be quite honest.

So he started this job like he would any:

First, the littering kisses. Check.

Second, the actual kisses.

Bart climbed his way up Jaime's body slowly before resting atop his groin, both hard members resting against each other; Bart's thin cloth the only barrier between them.

He bent forward, eyes closed, and took Jaime's lips in his own.

His hands moved into the Sultan's hair as Jaime's moved to grasp Bart's waist.

The make-out grew heavy and heated in a matter of seconds, both parties hungry for more.

Desperate lips sought out frantic tongues as teeth smashed not-so-gently against each other in their haste.

Check.

Third, the not-so-conspicuous-grinding.

He started off slow, still kissing the hungry mouth.

His round notions were undetectable, yet he knew Jaime could feel them. Well, his cock could, at any rate, even if his brain hadn't registered them.

He gained momentum slowly, increasing the pressure every now and then. Eventually the thin garment between them was soaked with pre-cum, and he could taste Jaime's moans in his mouth.

Check.

Fourth, the marks of a lover.

Slowing his grinding, but not coming to a halt – no, never to a halt, Bart released Jaime's lips with a soft nip.

He kissed his way down to the base of Jaime's neck, where his kisses turned into a mixture of licks, sucks, kisses and bites.

He continued until there was a definite bruise on the rise, where after he moved along to the other side.

His hands gripped at the sides of Jaime's stomach, leaving finger-shaped imprints on his skin. But they faded quickly, too quickly, and Bart wanted them to stay.

So he kept indenting his hands, his mouth moving lower and lower until it found a perked nipple.

His mouth enveloped that too, and it was hot and warm and Jaime could feel the air blowing out of Bart's nose, onto him, prickling his skin. It was bliss.

He did the same to the other side too, whilst his hands still gripped like vices, deep and sharp but not quite enough to draw blood.

Check.

Fifth, the finish.

With one last, lingering kiss on the lips of the Sultan, Bart re-positioned them in a way that gave him easy access.

Presenting his hand to Jaime, the Sultan took it in his mouth, no questions asked.

Jaime's tongue worked its way around the digits, licking and sucking until they were nothing if not wet.

Bart withdrew his hand, slowly, never taking his eyes away from the pair watching him.

He began with his fingers; rubbing circles around it, teasing.

First one, then two, then three.

Bart's green eyes looked into the half-lidded, lustful ones of Sultan Jaime Reyes.

"Are you ready, my lord?" He whispered, nice and low.

There was a sharp intake of breath as Bart prodded the hole with his tip, and Jaime nodded.

Smiling, because honestly, Bart was really enjoying himself, he thrust in, fast and hard.

There is a second chapter to this, but it's more of a spin-off than anything, between Khaji Da and the blue-eyed boy dear Jaime refused.

I hope you guys liked it!