Burdens - Game of Thrones: Stannis/Davos - Guilt, Power Play- PG-13
He shouldn't want this. He shouldn't take part, cave into these mad desires that plague him. He is a good man, as good as a sailor can be. He's paid his penance for his crimes when he took his rewards. Davos was even in the eyes of the seven- he would hope- and of the laws of men. He knows that his King is a good man. Solid. Strong in his sense of duty and loyalty to the realm as much as his men.
Davos knows how his King feels about his younger brother's...tendencies. There has been no amount of love shed on the matter. Yet something lingers with his kings gaze that makes the sailor wonder if perhaps it is not an isolated case within the family. May the seven help him, he hopes it to be even though the very notion sends guilt coursing through his veins.
It's not supposed to happen. He's not supposed to feel like this. He loves his wife, though she is far from him. When it does happen, when somehow in the shadows far away from the light and that damn fire witch, the only thing he can do is hold on as under practices lips attack him with every severity as the stern man would project with his usual 'charm'. Stannis had always been decisive. At least he'd let the world believe. Davos has seen men at their best and their worst, been through war and famine. He is familiar with the signs of fear. All of their age are. He detects the hesitancy in hands. He feels the tension that has coiled its way around his king ever since the death of his younger brother. Stannis' unease nearly chokes his words when he isn't required to speak them with force. He has never bothered with masks around the sailor.
So he does what he must. He fists the back of his king's throat, whispering a brief apology of his insolence against the king's stubble. Davos should never handle his king in such a disrespectful way. Stannis swallows his bitter remark knowing the truth of it all. He cannot justify this lapse of judgment on his own accord. Stannis has made a decision. It's Davos' duty to see it complete.
This is what he tells himself as he presses his king to the ground. Stannis resists him on principle. It's a charade he soon discards. The king allows his future hand to pin him against the damp soil and weeds. He flinches at the clunk of his belt being undone, the zipping of it being pulled fiercely away. He allows calloused hands to strip away every scrap of robing leaving him prone to the world even though the other is shielded by his own coverings.
He scowls for a moment. He hadn't been a fan of the secular aspects of all this. His duties to his wife were mandatory. He did what was expected with minimal exposure. But Davos had never been raised with such...discipline. While the thought of his own body made Stannis doubt his conviction, the burning behind Davos' eyes and his own hesitance willed it away. He had shamed himself this far. What was one more barrier.
Reaching for Davos' waist the other brushes him away, taking his wrists in hand and pushing them down until Davos hovered above his king. “No.” Stannis inhales sharply as the word that had long been foreign in its direction towards him stings and inflames his senses.
Davos is afraid for a moment that he has gone too far. When he is not condemned he presses on, exploring the king in ways he's certain the other has not permitted others to. He is such a prideful man. And still he gasps into the shadows as the other presses silent commands into flesh. Davos knows of his own skills and while he hasn't practiced them on the male form they seem to be effective. He feels his king clamor for his touch, to be released of the burden that comes with command for the briefest moment.
It is a service Davos is willing to provide should it ease his king's mind. It is one he foresees that will be repeated. He will ask for forgiveness later. After all, he can adhere to the seven's punishment after the Stranger comes a calling. Right now, he listens to only one man. Rather, only one man listens to him.
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He shouldn't want this. He shouldn't take part, cave into these mad desires that plague him. He is a good man, as good as a sailor can be. He's paid his penance for his crimes when he took his rewards. Davos was even in the eyes of the seven- he would hope- and of the laws of men. He knows that his King is a good man. Solid. Strong in his sense of duty and loyalty to the realm as much as his men.
Davos knows how his King feels about his younger brother's...tendencies. There has been no amount of love shed on the matter. Yet something lingers with his kings gaze that makes the sailor wonder if perhaps it is not an isolated case within the family. May the seven help him, he hopes it to be even though the very notion sends guilt coursing through his veins.
It's not supposed to happen. He's not supposed to feel like this. He loves his wife, though she is far from him. When it does happen, when somehow in the shadows far away from the light and that damn fire witch, the only thing he can do is hold on as under practices lips attack him with every severity as the stern man would project with his usual 'charm'. Stannis had always been decisive. At least he'd let the world believe.
Davos has seen men at their best and their worst, been through war and famine. He is familiar with the signs of fear. All of their age are. He detects the hesitancy in hands. He feels the tension that has coiled its way around his king ever since the death of his younger brother. Stannis' unease nearly chokes his words when he isn't required to speak them with force. He has never bothered with masks around the sailor.
So he does what he must. He fists the back of his king's throat, whispering a brief apology of his insolence against the king's stubble. Davos should never handle his king in such a disrespectful way. Stannis swallows his bitter remark knowing the truth of it all. He cannot justify this lapse of judgment on his own accord. Stannis has made a decision. It's Davos' duty to see it complete.
This is what he tells himself as he presses his king to the ground. Stannis resists him on principle. It's a charade he soon discards. The king allows his future hand to pin him against the damp soil and weeds. He flinches at the clunk of his belt being undone, the zipping of it being pulled fiercely away. He allows calloused hands to strip away every scrap of robing leaving him prone to the world even though the other is shielded by his own coverings.
He scowls for a moment. He hadn't been a fan of the secular aspects of all this. His duties to his wife were mandatory. He did what was expected with minimal exposure. But Davos had never been raised with such...discipline. While the thought of his own body made Stannis doubt his conviction, the burning behind Davos' eyes and his own hesitance willed it away. He had shamed himself this far. What was one more barrier.
Reaching for Davos' waist the other brushes him away, taking his wrists in hand and pushing them down until Davos hovered above his king. “No.” Stannis inhales sharply as the word that had long been foreign in its direction towards him stings and inflames his senses.
Davos is afraid for a moment that he has gone too far. When he is not condemned he presses on, exploring the king in ways he's certain the other has not permitted others to. He is such a prideful man. And still he gasps into the shadows as the other presses silent commands into flesh. Davos knows of his own skills and while he hasn't practiced them on the male form they seem to be effective. He feels his king clamor for his touch, to be released of the burden that comes with command for the briefest moment.
It is a service Davos is willing to provide should it ease his king's mind. It is one he foresees that will be repeated. He will ask for forgiveness later. After all, he can adhere to the seven's punishment after the Stranger comes a calling. Right now, he listens to only one man. Rather, only one man listens to him.