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Henry has been dating Zach for a few weeks now. "Dating" is a big word for some quick make-out sessions before the curfew. But he knows he won't get anything better than that, being in his position. It doesn't matter if he wants romantic picnics in the shadow of a tree and late-night visits to art museums with his partner; as the Prince of England, his duty towers above all distractions, and that includes any potential boyfriends.
Today is Zach's last day in England. Henry has spent the whole night trying to bake some biscuits in the royal kitchen. He has deep undereye bags, but he became a specialist at hiding them. Zach tends to leave a lot of marks on him, no matter how much Henry protests, so he had to invest in a good bottle of concealer.
This might be the last time they get to see each other in a while. Zach has just finished high school and is already applying to various colleges in the US. Henry, on the other hand, still has two years left at Eton.
He can't help but feel wretched about it. Zach has always been an anchor for him, especially when he goes through those dark phases. He always knows how to distract him, whether by bringing him to parties he wouldn't have access to just yet or by making him get on his knees.
Henry has got to experiment so much with Zach. Zach is quite an adventurous person, he would say. He always brings up new things to try, always finds new places where they can grope each other and always has a comment to make about their sex life.
Henry knows that Zach wants to fuck him. He has never been shy about saying it. But Henry always finds a way to avoid it. He doesn't know exactly why. Something just feels off. So instead, Henry perfected his blowjob skills. After all, Zach can't fuck him if he already came and is satisfied.
Zach has invited him to his goodbye party. All of his mates will be there. According to Henry, they are the most obnoxious rich boys on the planet. He is quite clearly not very close to them, but he'd do anything to spend more time with Zach.
The alcohol is already flowing and Henry is taking advantage of that. He drinks shots after shots until hanging out with Zach's friends doesn't feel so unbearable anymore.
While he's getting his fifth drink of the night, Zach comes up behind him, his hand grabbing his waist. Henry turns round a tad too fast and his head spins in response. His face lights up when he sees Zach's dark eyes staring back at him.
"Hey, princess. Are you not having fun?" Zach's grip gets tighter.
"Was waiting for you." His words slur together. Zach always finds him cute when he gets drunk.
"Already feeling good, uh?". Henry subconsciously nods. Zach could say anything and he would agree in a second. "Let's get you away from the crowd. Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself by how needy you get when you're drunk, right? That's only for me to see." Zach always takes care of him. He'll make sure he's safe from the world.
Henry follows Zach round the house. The walls all look similar. People become more sparse the longer they walk. Zach finally opens one of the doors in the hall and Henry recognises his bedroom. Even drunk, he wouldn't be able to forget that room: his first handjob, his first blowjob,...
Henry sinks down into the mattress, grateful when the world stops spinning round him. He smiles widely as Zach approaches him.
"I waited all night for you to give me my goodbye gift," he starts.
"Oh, right! The biscuits should be somewhere in the kitchen," Henry chimes in.
"I'm not talking about the damn biscuits, Henry," he snaps and Henry jumps back in surprise. "You know what I want, princess," he starts again more softly. His hands wander under Henry's shirt, touching the small of his back.
Henry's brain short-circuits. He knows he had a reason for not letting Zach fuck him but his hands feel so strong against his soft skin. Maybe he can do it for Zach. It is his last day after all. What was he thinking with his stupid biscuits?
Zach manhandles him to make him lay down on the bed and is already well on the way of taking off Henry's trousers. Henry is still frozen in shock when Zach pulls off his pants. He tries closing his legs to protect his last bit of decency while Zach undresses himself but his boyfriend is quick to notice.
"Don't act like a fucking prude now, princess." He grabs his thighs and almost folds Henry's body in half, leaving his ass exposed.
His soft cock lays uncomfortably against his stomach. It looks ridiculous next to Zach's hard dick, which Zach doesn't fail to notice. "Thank God we don't need this," he says disgustingly, moving Henry's dick out of the way.
Henry thought Zach would open him up or at least use some lube. But it seems that spit will do. Zach pushes in with much difficulty and Henry screams at the top of his lungs. The pain radiates through his body. The alcohol can't mask that much. He doesn't even know where he is hurting; everything is aching. He tries to fight back but it is useless against the grown man above him. He feels a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to muffle his screams.
Zach, however, seems to enjoy it. He groans and swears once in a while. Henry just needs to make it good for him. It'll go faster that way. So he starts moaning at what he deems as appropriate times. Zach goes faster which means the end is close. But it also makes it harder for Henry to keep up the act.
After the longest minutes of his life, Zach finally comes and fills up Henry's ass. He bites down on Henry's neck. Henry wonders if he managed to puncture his skin this time. Zach collapses on top of Henry and stays there for a few seconds. The pain finally dulls and Henry can take a few shallow breaths. But when Zach pulls out, it feels like his insides are tearing up once more.
Zack mumbles something about going to the bathroom to clean up the blood on his dick. Henry doesn't waste his time. He gets up ignoring the sting in his legs, throws his clothes on and runs outside.
He walks a few blocks until he realises he has no idea where he's going. He sits down on the pavement and grabs his phone with trembling hands. He scrolls through his contacts but his screen looks blurry. He hadn't even noticed he was crying.
His finger keeps hovering over Shaan's name. He's only known him for three months but it's the best choice he has, the only choice he has. He calls him because he can't bother to try writing on a screen he can't see. Shaan somehow picks up even though it is the middle of the night, maybe the morning already.
"What can I do for you, Your Royal Highness?". There's not even a hint of tiredness in his voice, always professional.
Henry takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "I'm so sorry to call you this late, Shaan. I didn't know who else to call and-," he rambles and a lump is forming itself in his throat the more he talks. "I need a ride," he breathes out.
He hears fabric fumbling through the phone. "Of course, Your Highness. Where are you if I may ask?".
"I don't know?" He looks around but it is too dark to see anything. "Near Zach's house. Zach Thorne from Eton.". Just saying his name gives him nausea. The remaining alcohol doesn't help his case.
"I'll be there in ten minutes.". Shaan must know something is deeply wrong if he doesn't hang up to drive. He keeps the conversation light, trying to keep track of where Henry might be. He asks him how David is doing, which contestant in "The Great British Bake Off" he is supporting this season, anything to keep his mind off of whatever could have happened.
It isn't long before a nondescript car stops in front of Henry. Shaan rolls down the window and when he sees Henry's state, he gets off the car to come help him. A deep red mark is left on the pavement where Henry was sitting. It might be the first time that Henry has seen any expression on Shaan's face. He simply wishes it didn't have to be worry.
Henry falls asleep as soon as he touches the seat. When he wakes up, they are in the garage of the palace. Shaan has used the most discreet entree there can be in a palace.
"I took the liberty of calling the doctor on the way back. He is in the infirmary, should you choose to see him.". He sees Henry trying to stand up to leave the car and rushes to go help him.
"It's nothing. I'm fine," he grits his teeth from the pain.
"Without any disrespect, you can't stand on your own and you've been bleeding out for who knows how long. You need medical attention, Your Highness.". Shaan's voice lets transpire his worry.
"I just need some sleep-". He tries to take a step once again but his vision begins to blur. His knees weaken and Shaan has to help him lay down on the hard concrete floor.
He vaguely hears Shaan making a phone call, he supposes to the doctor. He gets ready to see an army of doctors and nurses and any kind of assistant come encircle him. He releases a breath when he sees one single doctor coming towards him. Shaan might be a good equerry after all.
The auscultation is very blurry in his mind. He remembers having numerous samples taken and being given some medicine. The doctor has kept his clothes for additional testing but thankfully Shaan has brought his tracksuit to change. He is supposed to come back later during the day to discuss the possibilities but he'll deal with that later. Now he just needs a scalding hot shower. Shaan helps him get to his chambers and tells him to call him if there's anything he can do.
He rushes past the mirror and goes straight into the shower. He'll remember this night's feelings his whole life. He doesn't need to add a visual image to it. His legs don't have the strength to hold him up under the showerhead so he sits down on the cold floor.
The sight of his own body is too much for him right now, so he keeps his eyes closed. He scrubs his skin to take off the dried blood and continues until his skin is raw. His thighs and waist are littered with bruises and he doesn't even attempt to avoid them while he's washing himself. Cum tainted in red dribbles out of his ass but he doesn't dare approach that area. He simply lets it flow by itself.
His brain is strangely quiet for once. Nothing hurts anymore, or maybe everything hurts. But he doesn't feel it. Henry is thankful for that respite.
He stays under the trickling water. The notion of time doesn't have any meaning anymore. That is until he hears some scratching noises coming from the door. Oh right, he forgot about David. He probably woke him up when he came back. And he didn't even say hello to him. What a bad owner he is.
He gets back up as fast as he can, which takes a few tries, and slips into his pyjamas. When he opens the bathroom door, David jumps in his arms. He always knows how to make his owner feel better. Henry grabs David's favourite treats, toys and brush.
They spend the rest of the night taking care of each other. Henry brushes his fur and gives him treats once in a while. At the same time, David licks Henry's hands and face to make the tear tracks disappear.
At what he supposes is the morning, he hears Shaan knock at his door. He gives David the rope he was playing tug with and invites Shaan inside.
"Good morning, Your Royal Highness. I'm here to bring you some information concerning last night you might find useful before your appointment."
Henry leads him to the bench in front of his bed.
"Dr. Stevens will probably offer you to take legal action; we have more than enough proof to incriminate Mr. Thorne. However, this might not be the most discreet way for such an intimate matter. There are other ways we can take care of this problem and as the heir to the throne, we have quite unlimited power to protect you," he says choosing his words carefully. "Should you choose to opt for one of those routes, I ask you to let me know. You don't have to decide today or anytime soon. Even years later on, you can just give me the word."
Henry notices his eyes are slightly colder than usual. He nods to show his understanding.
Shaan continues, "I also took the initiative to make a list of therapists more specialised in that area but still approved by the crown. You should have received it in your inbox. Naturally, all formal public outings for this week have been cancelled. I wish you a quick and full recovery, Your Royal Highness. I'll be in the office if you need me."
"Thank you, Shaan."
Henry spends the rest of the day thinking about that proposition. He could make him pay; make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else. But is he ready to take the life of a human being, even if that human is closer to a monster?
In the middle of the night, Henry knocks on Shaan's office door.
"Get rid of him, Shaan."
"Understood, Sir."
As Henry leaves the room, Shaan dials a number on a phone he's never seen.
In the morning, all he hears is the school group chat talking about Zach's car accident. For the first time in days, he comfortably falls asleep.