Sinful

Sinful

Chapter Four

Invidia

Notes: I am so glad so many people are visiting this story! 12 Reviews! That is awesome! I really hope to get more :D I love to read ya'll's responses ^-^.

Alright, I do not hate Anne Bolyen(Nor am I a fan of her either -hides away from throwing axes-), Charles dislikes her for his own reasons XD (you guys know why ^-~. Anywho, I am bad about this and the characters personailities may be a little odd towards the middle. I was not sure who should be dominent in the sexual situation so I finally came up with the answer! But ya'll will have to do the reading XD.

Warnings: Cursing and some sexual stuff.


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“Tis the beginning of hell in this life, and a passion not to be excused. Every other sin hath some pleasure annexed to it, or will admit of an excuse: envy alone wants both.” -Robert Burton

May 1, 1527 Greenwich Palace

The world could end today, or end any other day. Sure enough Charles was not going to allow Anne Bolyen the King’s whore to ruin Henry.

When Henry first met Anne it was when Catherine introduced her into the ladies in waiting. A vivacious woman the Duke might add, her wisdom on certain subjects exceeded others; the French must have taught some of these subjects if Charles was not mistaken.

He felt the twinge of regret, knowing that Henry was going mad over this woman…Or was he?

Maybe Charles could be wrong; maybe he was hiding his true feelings and now is obsessing over that tart. Could it be that Henry is just playing him the fool?

Whatever Charles may think, Henry chased after the woman whose family is full of conspirators!

Damn him to assume that but he would not have the King become a monster because of these idiots.

Sighing heavily, Charles leaned against the wall in his room holding a sealed note. He opened it listlessly, reading each word over and over. Until one line literally chilled him to the bone.

‘Our liege…Would like an annulment from Catilina of Aragon.’

His eyes widened at the words he just read. The King wanted to divorce the Queen?! But why? Why did he not know about this?

Oh, that is right; he forgot the King utterly loathed him because of the kiss he caused. Now Charles sounded like a child crying for a toy! Miserable he was Charles should have been paying attention when reading the note that he grasped firmly.

A small knock woke him from his awe as he traveled towards the oak door and opened it cautiously.

“You read the note?”

Charles mouth tried to form words but could only nod stupidly. Why in God’s name did the King have to come to him now? In his room? Why?!

Maintaining his posture and breathing in fresh air, Charles opened his arms towards a chair were his ailing King sat.

“My God…I…Just do not understand…”

Crystal blue eyes stared at the man sitting before him. Noting that he was wearing a black tunic with a silk long sleeve blouse underneath. Tight pants cotton pants that showed off his muscular thighs.

“What do you not understand? You are divorcing your wife for some…Woman who probably only wants your wealth?” to Charles, the situation was a double-edged sword; he would be happy if the King eliminated both wives but he knew he would have to keep one. The one that he did not want ruling either…

Henry grasped the arms of the chair firmly, leering at the man he tried to avoid but could not. Everything he did Charles seem to be right there for him. Maybe Charles was confused as well? Just a slight lust for him, who would not lust after the King?

“It has been…Nine years…” the King closed his eyes for a moment. Trying to recollect that memory of when he and Charles kissed but it only grew faint.

At first the Duke was confused, but then caught on after Henry stood up slowly. Trying to form words with himself but could only mutter a few sentences about how sorry he was.

Charles had now seen the vulnerable side of the King. Not like he had not before, but this side seemed to be like a child who was caught stealing in the kitchen. He wanted to hold him however knew that if he did not stay in his stoic position Henry would think otherwise.

“Henry…” Charles frightened himself at how deep his voice resonated in the room. It was like nothing other, not even when he had his great wives or fornications with other women.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion; first the King recoiled his arm, then his fist slammed into Charles’s face. The blow did not make him fall to the ground but just stagger about like a buffoon. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he spat out the excess in a silvery bowel.

“Why did you do this to me?!” Henry’s eyes bulged out in utter fury, clear streaks climbing down his cheeks as he grabbed Charles by the shoulders.

“Your highness…” those were his only words before Henry tugged him down to be eye level with him. “Say something! Damn you Charles!” before the King could let go Charles took a hold of Henry’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

“I want to taste you your majesty…” their lips met briefly before the King pushed him into the wall.

“Shut it you fool! You have no idea what you are saying!” he could hear his highness’s voice crack. Contemplating what to do while Charles only persisted.

“I do not care if you hate me…I just want to know the truth…”

Finally, the truth comes from his mouth as Henry shaking in fury turns to face him.

“The truth?” the words were more bitter then his punch. Scorn played upon Henry’s face as he neared Charles again. “You want to know the truth?”

Chuckling darkly, the King grasped Charles’s neck with all force. However, his conscious decided against it. He leaned in closer, mouths closing on one another trying to taste the satisfaction of power.

Grabbing his highness’s waist, he moved it closer to his body while exploring his mouth greedily. He felt his erection popping up but to his surprise did not feel his own touching his crotch.

Henry moved away, breathing heavily as he tried to put together what had just happen. Instead the resumed, more forcefully.

Henry tugged at Charles’s hair while the Duke bit his bottom lip teasingly. They carried themselves to the bed ungracefully while Henry started to move his hands up under Charles’s shirt. Feeling the ridges of his abs underneath, he had forgotten how strong Charles is compared to him.

Their hearts raced with one another, Charles lying underneath the King’s lean body as they eagerly locked lips. Dried blood being wiped away by Henry’s mouth as he breathed in the Duke’s scent. Henry’s fingers trailing to Charles’s pectorals tweaking his nipples teasingly. Charles moaned from the new sensation as he pulled Henry’s body upon his hips as the macular man lifted his cotton shirt over his head.

Unlike women, the King did not care about devouring his body or telling how good he looked. The same with Charles, it was just licking, touching and that is all he cared about.

With a swift kiss on the lips, Charles traveled down the King’s throat. Kissing away the sweat that created a salty taste in his mouth. His tongue lapping it away greedily while Henry grabbed his back forcefully silently begging for more.

Then their eyes met for a minute before Henry started to take off his own tunic. Charles thought to hide back a laugh, remembering that Henry had servants to undress and dress him. Good thing the King knew how to take off his clothes…

…However Charles thought to help, knowing it was not the best of ideas for the King only huffed as he pulled off the male blouse. Words were not said as Henry leaned in and licked Charles’s lips mischievously. Rolling his fingers over Charles’s muscular shoulders. Henry knew this was wrong, utterly wrong indeed. Yet at the moment it felt so wrong that it was right.

“Remember you tell-“ Charles only shushed him with his lips, knowing full well of the consequences if he did say anything. The King complied, a little too eagerly as he bit down upon Charles’s neck.

Ah so Henry liked to play rough? Charles was not about to submit to him, King or not. He started to nip at the King’s chest teasingly, knowing well that Henry would not oblige.

Of course he was right, and the King pushed him harder against the bed. His brow furrowing as Charles only smiled mischievously, grabbing Henry’s arms and pulling him closer while rolling over so that he was on top.

“The King-“ damn why does he have to talk? Charles again shushed him with his lips. Tormenting Henry with utter lust in his groin. He liked how Charles had some authority over him, it made him feel human for once.

With one swift motion, Charles started to buck Henry. Kissing him forcefully while Henry tried to fight it by bucking harder against Charles’s hips. The Duke tried to stifle a laugh; the King always had to compete, even sex.

His lips traveled down over his stomach, fiery kisses ignited the King with utter ecstasy. He placed a hand upon Charles’s head but the Duke only laughed. “I am not going to do that…”

The King backed away quickly, leering at Charles with much fury as possible.

“What do you mean you will not do it for me?”

The Duke took in a large breath calming down his erratic heart beat. Looking for his loose shirt while Henry glowered at him.

“Now is not the right time…You seem to be getting acquainted with Anne…And your willing to tear the ties with the church?”

Now it was Charles turn to leer, even though he was in the wrong to love Henry. He knew that Henry was doing more damage then he could ever imagine.

“Anne is my everything…” he mumbled, looking for his own clothes in the process.

“If she is you’re everything…Then why are you with me right now?”

Henry’s eyes widened in rage, however he kept his temper in check as he put his blouse on. “A man cannot love another man…It is not heard of…You know that better then I do…”

Charles’s glare softened as he neared Henry. Kissing him tenderly upon the lips, “…Yes…But I also know that love can be shared between ones that have affection for each other..”

Henry lifted his eyes to stare at Charles, almost forcing himself to restrain from anymore touching. “You will stay here…”

“Not long my lord…I too have a wife…” why would Henry feel a jab at his heart? Charles had been betrothed to Catherine Willoughby for a few years. Maybe he had just force himself to forget, but Charles did not seem unfazed by the King’s hurt gaze.

“You are to leave tomorrow by morning…Come as you please, I will write to you personally if I ever want to see you again in private…”

Henry placed upon his tunic luckily covering the bruise upon his neck. Charles too had his own and knew he would have to explain to his wife about his bruised jaw and neck.

“When will that be..?” he sounded almost desperate, but the King seemed to have gotten the last laugh as a small malicious smile curled upon his lips.

“Whenever I am in the mood…”
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I am also questioning history, I know Henry and Charles never had a sexual relationship but if they did...Would Charles be the one to tell Catherine Henry no longer wants to be with her but be with him? XD You shall find out ^^

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter...The next will be slightly sad because of Catherine, I promise Anne will only be bashed slightly by Charles. It will only just be one or two words in his mind, the rest will be Anne friendly ^^(Le gasp will Charles be friends with Anne Boleyn! XD)