The Slimes Satin Sheets

by LcnnyIsLosingIt

Summary:

Derek is a well known knight across all the land who travels from kingdom to kingdom in searches of a new king to serve, as everytime he does, they always end up being killed by a criminal with a long streak of regicide behind him,,,,a criminal that goes by Derlorde 👀

any ways he finds him self in the garden of carcosas palace and is approached by the kings next in line, the slime prince Avery.
perhaps Derek has a bit more reason to stay than he thought.

or

KNIGHT DEREK MEETS SOME SLIME PRINCE FINE SHYT AND THEY CRACKKKKKK!!! 👅👅

The palace was a rather empty place. Prince Avery had walked lonely halls for what seemed like hours and still, somehow, had managed to not bump into a single person. Not a knight, not a visitor—gods, not even a sister of his! He almost began to worry, up until he found himself staring down from one of the castles large windows down into the courtyard, his eyes fixated on the back of a lone man who had been standing in his personal flower garden.

‘A visitor?’ He questioned to himself, ‘He doesn’t look nearly as proper as any of the other guests father allows in to the ballroom, heavens— Never mind my garden!’ His face flushed with unnecessary embarrassment, ‘though, father has always found amusement in entertaining the more unfortunate…’ Quickly becoming indignant, Avery made his way down many stairs to get to the ground in desperate hopes of finding the person who had so rudely welcomed themselves into his garden.

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Elsewhere, Derek found himself admiring an emerald pendant he had snatched from the King himself, The simplistic necklace swaying gently from his beaten fist— ridden with too many freckles to count and scars he doesn’t even remember the origins of. Derek almost giggled at the sight of it, such a dainty thing in the palm of his rough hand. He didn’t deserve it all, but it almost looked as if it was always meant to be his.
He pocketed the necklace quickly as to make sure he didn’t accidentally get himself caught by the mere mistake of hubris. ‘Not again at least.’ He thought.

Originally, his plan was the wear it himself, as he has decided it would be a lovely addition to the eye of Ender he already wore proudly against his collar bone, but before he could get lost in his own head again, he was interrupted by the sound of clicking heels.
‘The King? At this hour?’ He questioned silently, before turning around and almost letting out an audible sigh at the sight of the man who was currently making way to him now,
‘No. Of course not, just his son. Just a prince.’

Derek fully turned around to look at the man who was now stood in front of him, eyes sweeping to look him up and down, coming to a simple conclusion: the Prince is rather short.
“Your Highness,” Derek bowed to him, putting on his casual stoic face.
“Sir,” Avery replied very simply, “you are?”
“Derek, Your Highness, and you are Prince Avery, yes?”
“That is correct, yes.”
The brunette squinted his eyes very subtly, or at least it would have been considered subtle if not for Derek’s silly talent of reading people.

“I’m sure you are wondering why I am here, aren’t you?” A charming grin painting itself onto the taller boy’s face.
Avery’s voice caught in his throat, his usual snarky quip dying on his tongue as the impossibly handsome man seemed to silently laugh at him, as though his mere existence was funny to him.
“Indeed I am, Derek. Fill me in, won’t you?” Avery gathered just enough dignity to respond.
The dark haired boy chuckled and Avery fought against every urge he had to rip out a lock of his own hair.
“Well,” Derek began, “I am a Knight looking for a king to protect, Your Highness, I continuously find myself in palaces quite like your own, just to find my self a worthy position, and if I don’t? Well I do not return to one place more than once. In fact—I am rather well known around the country for it.”
“Is that so, Derek?”

Well it wasn’t entirely a lie, Derek was certainly known around the country if the wanted posters and police reports had anything to say about him, countless acts of violent regicide under the alias of Derlorde. ‘It’s probably best if I don’t mention that around a royal.’
After a minute of simple staring, Avery nodded and beckoned the man to walk with him, to which Derek happily obliged. The two men passed flowers one by one, with small talk flowing between the two as easily as running water, conversation switching from things as hearty as rough home lives to as casual as simple trivia like favourite foods and silly anecdotes with a few snide comments thrown back and forth between the two.

For the first time in a while, Avery found himself enjoying their conversation, their little game of verbal catch was a refreshing change from the usual overly formal small talk between him and royals he would never remember the names of.

Banter was always being a fun pastime for him along side sparring, even if it was a rare thing—the only company he lived with was two sisters that were much too sensitive to manage any of the insults he dished out after all. In all honesty, Avery was rather lonely, not having any friends because of his constant stuck-up attitude towards others, that no matter how hard he tried to, he just couldn’t push it down. Always letting his pride stand before what others wanted, hell— even his own wants at times, but right now, walking with Derek?
He seemed to be getting on with him just fine.

The way the taller man carried himself was almost intoxicating, how his chest was always a little puffed up with his posture, how his hand came up to rest on his forehead whenever he laughed, even down to the way he bore his teeth when he smiled at Avery speaking was enough to…well, the prince didn’t know how to describe it. He almost wanted to say ‘blush’ but before he could finish that thought, Derek interrupted him with a snigger.

“You’d think a prince would know where to look during conversation, wouldn’t you?”
Derek stated plainly. It was a very simple remark, but it one that was most definitely drenched with knowing.

Damn it, Avery had been staring, hadn’t he? A foolish mistake even for a commoner never mind a prince like himself! How could he be so careless as to stop paying attention to where his own damn eyes had drifted to for god sake!?
What kind of clueless fuck was he—

“Im not exactly opposed to whatever it is you’re fantasising, Your highness.” The words slid off of Derek’s tongue and through Avery’s abdomen with the precision of a trained knights spear. The princes stomach twisting as much as it would have if he had actually been stabbed too.

Oh.

Oh.

“What are you implying.” It was less of a question and more of a command.
“Im sure a boy as intelligent as yourself should be smart enough to deduce it by yourself.”
Derek quipped back quickly,
watching as a shade of pink he quite liked grew in the face of the short prince, starting at his nose and resting at the tips of his now bright red ears.
“Do not speak to me that way, Derek. I am above you in the chain of being.” The prince snarled, his words would’ve cut deep if he was under any impression that Derek wasn’t the one in power between the two, not only that but it was also a lie. Avery might have been a prince, and therefore more powerful than him regarding status, but Derek was a red blooded human, while Avery was a mob hybrid. A slime one at that.
Derek just smiled as he took the prince’s hand, noting that it was just the littlest bit smaller than his, and placing the gentlest kiss he had given in years atop the knuckles adorned in golden jewellery.

“Im quite sure it is not my manners, or lack there of, that have you as spellbound as you seem to be now though, is it? Surely there is something else you must want from me, Your Highness?” Derek didn’t even bother taking his face away from the prince’s hand as he spoke, his lips brushing gently against him with every word he mumbled.

Avery could’ve melted into a puddle of green goop right then and there if he was being honest, widened eyes staring dazedly at the traveller before him. ‘Right, he’s waiting for an answer, isn’t he?’ He thought to himself, quietly weighing the pros and cons of a single night of broken pride and bliss, but the worst of this all was the fact that Derek’s dark eyes never once faltered as he looked up at him. Just waiting for a response.

“J-Jesus… if you so desperately insist…” Avery mumbled his words out with a roll of his eyes and feigned annoyance, a veil of which Derek saw through entirely.
“Very well then.”
The taller man brought the prince up to his chest, holding him by the back of his neck, other hand still wrapped around Avery’s. Derek left the ghost of a kiss on the brunettes lips, his mouth slightly agape, all before muttering into his ear very quietly,

“Take me to your chambers now, wont you Avery?”
Avery swallowed thickly.
Then he nodded.

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After some foolish scrambling and light kisses shared between the two, they arrive at the prince’s dorm, just barely making into the room and onto the bed before Derek had his hands all over the prince, soaking in every little noise he could drive out of his arrogant mouth. The silent room was quickly filled with quiet moans and whimpers slipping out of the slime before he could even register the fact he was trying to keep up a bratty persona.

“nnhh!~… ff-uck Derek…” the prince keened,
his dignity becoming a lot harder to hold on to, as the taller man kept his kisses consistent, slowly unbuttoning Avery’s pristine white shirt as his mouth traveled lower and lower, the only response the brunette was graced with being a simple “hm?” From the man currently undoing him by the seams. He felt exposed, like a slab of meat in a butchers window, hung up with the only purpose of being taken down and consumed.

Derek had never been a man to keep his hands to himself, always stealing and punching and doing whatever it was he needed to get what he needed, and by god he was not going to let this moment be the sudden change he should probably think about having.
His hands wandered freely on the man beneath him, fingers drifting over just about anything he could possibly assume would be sensitive, feeling his throat and then his waist, his lips and then-

“A-aah!..”

There it is. Derek stuck his thumb in his mouth before bringing it back down to rub on the princes nipple, drinking in the whiny little “hey!”s and “w-wait!”s that spilled from the brunette.

“You’re doing good sweetheart,” He drawled, lips curling into a smile. “Don’t ruin this now.”

Avery quickly turned his head plush against the green silk pillow, grip tightening as he desperately pressed his face to the side in hopes of hiding his embarrassment. Derek watched and paid no mind, just continuing to rub dangerous circles into the prince’s nip, he was getting inpatient however, quickly moving his face to replace his fingers and lapping at his chest with vigour. Avery let out a startled moan, face immediately shifting into a deep crimson as his head snapped back to gawk at the man on top of him.

With his hands now free, he shifted his attention to the princes trousers, using his left hand to undo both his and the boys fly while his right stayed firm on Avery hip, keeping him in place.

Finally getting them off, Derek stared down at his handy-work with pride. The prince was a mess. His mouth was slightly agape, his plump lips redder than they should be after the constant pressure upon them, tears just barely threatening to fall from his partially glazed over eyes. ‘If this is how he’s acting after some light teasing then i cannot wait to know what he’s like after the real thing.’ Derek thought to himself as he made use of his mouth again, slicking his middle and ring finger with saliva before shoving them roughly into Avery’s hole.

The scream that left the royal should have been enough to alert every knight in the palace if not for the fact that the King had so generously given him the freedom of empty halls by hosting a ball dance all the way on the other side of the castle. He continued to move his fingers in a scissoring motion inside the man, It didn’t matter if he was currently clueless to the deflowering of his son that was occurring right now in the princes own chambers.

“Oh pleaseeee Derek…. I need thisssss…~” Avery whined breathlessly, wiggling his hips as if trying to get as much of Derek’s hand inside him as
“Gods, you’re…so, so needy, aren’t you?” Derek started “Practically falling apart with the slightest touch…how pathetic. You don’t need anything, but you want it.”

Derek slowly took his fingers out, wiping the slick onto Avery’s expensive trousers and laughing at the quiet whine that escaped the brunettes throat as he did.

Derek mumbled seductively, lining up his cock and pressing in as he spoke,
“I guess I’ll indulge in those sweet like fantasies of yours, ‘seems like you may crumble if I don’t, hm?”
”aaughh… mnnhm..” Avery pouted, his eyes squinted with no real aggression. his hands gripped onto the sheets beneath them as the other man began to move,
“mhm…that’s- mmh- that’s it, you’re doing so good for me-“
Derek murmured, gently rubbing a thumb on the other boy’s jaw as he pouted, before fully pushing into the smaller man.

The brunettes eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as he felt him push in, the stretch being almost unbearable. almost.
”a-aah!..” he let out a small squeak as his jaw fell slack and his legs wrapped around the taller boy. The Knight’s knees pressed into the soft mattress, caving slightly as he stilled, one hand now wrapped around the princes wrists as the other was planted firmly on his hip. Derek almost giggled at the sight of it, such a dainty thing in the palm of his rough hand. He didn’t deserve this all, but it almost looked as if he was always meant to be his.

Derek was still for a moment, allowing the smaller man time to accommodate the intrusions as he muttered small praises,
”cmon, you’re doing so good, aren’t you? Such a pretty, good boy for me-…”
”aaahh!… c-can you jus-mmphh… j-just fffucking move alreadyyy!!..” Avery whined loudly his clenched fist hitting the chest of the man above him, not hard, but definitely purposeful.
Green eyes glared with half hearted hate for whom he had currently found himself beneath. The taller man’s eyes squinted, head tilted as he leaned down over the smaller man, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw before he reached his ear, muttering,
”do you think impatience is going to get you anywhere? Hitting me? It’s pathetic, a waste of your time. I’m being so nice, aren’t I? And what are you doing?”

Avery swallowed thickly and stared at Derek, a new persona having grown onto the taller man, a persona that was certainly doing things for him.

“Being an ungrateful brat.”
Derek continued, “Do you think ungrateful brats get rewarded? Do you think I’m going to think about your pleasure as much as mine until you act like the good boy I know you can be?”
The words escaped his lips in a hot breath, brushing against his neck as he stilled completely, being teasingly slow with his kisses

“d-dont..” the prince stumbled over his words, eyes flickering over the taller man in search of…he wasn’t sure. Either way, he scrunched up his nose again,
“d-dont fucking call me t-that….its-ugh..!” He yelped as the man above cruelly licked a stripe along the nape of his neck, Avery however, was not going to stop fighting for his own dignity.

“i-its weird! Completely perverse, and i dont even like it...”
”do you not-? Because if you don’t like how this is going, I can pull out right now, leave you here to deal with this alone,—is that what you want?” Derek remarked, glancing down at the smaller man’s painfully hard member.

A bead of precum glistened on the tip as he let go of his wrists and grasped him in his hand, stroking slowly as the taller man began to slowly move inside of him, still subconsciously trying to let the short boy get used to the intrusion, even if he didn’t want to make it exactly comfortable for Avery.

“so, what should I call you? Sweetie? Honey? My bitch? Just tell me, why don’t you?”

It was taking everything in the royal now not to bottom out, to beg with him, to wrap his arms around his neck and plead to be used. No, unfortunately for both of them, Avery was more concerned with his image as a prince than as this man’s bitch, ‘although he desperately wanted to let go’.
Soon enough he bit his lip and cursed out his next sentence,

”i…i dont mind… um.. g-good boy…i guess.. or um.. bitch…”
Avery was going to hate himself forever and ever and ever he had decided.

A small, silky chuckle slipped past Derek’s lips, smooth like caramel and as delicious as it too. He pulled out almost fully, leaving the head of his proud member inside before fully thrusting in, one hand wrapped around the base of the princes length as he continued to set a hard, sensual, heavy pace, small groans falling from his plump lips as he spoke with a tinge of snark,
”bitch? You’re a bitch type? The high and mighty prince, unraveled in his own satin sheets likes to be degraded, does he? You want me to play the role of the big menacing sadist?”
He coughed up a heavy laugh again,
“Because I can assure you…I’ll be glad to.” he murmured, quickening his pace as his free hand found its way to his hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he thrust in deeply.

”nghh..-hhaghh!!~…nnfgg f-fuckk!!…”
tears began to form in Avery’s eyes as his short and curly locks were harshly tugged. He was practically hyperventilating with the stimulation he was being tortured with, trying so so very hard not to make it obvious that he was bouncing his hips to ride the older man in sync with his thrusts, he was being greedy and he knew it, but what can you expect from a man next-in-line?
a small groaned spilled past Avery’s flushed lips, beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts as he tried to keep a steady pace for Avery, voice laced with the sweet honey of pleasure as he spoke
“f-fuckk… keep your eyes open, be a good boy-…you can do it, k-keep looking at me-“
he said, voice wobbling slightly as he started to notice the distant feeling of pleasure creeping up on him.

Avery’s eyes rolled back again as the hand that was once gripping the sheets moved to cover his mouth, desperately attempting to muffle the string of moans that left him like tugged chains. Chains…He decided not to think about that actually in fear that he might finish right then and there, in a pathetic amount of time.
Against his own better judgment, he slowly wrapped his shaking thighs even tighter around Derek, begging, praying silently to himself that there wouldn’t be any comments made about his obedience or heaven forbid—submission… he could only hope.

Derek’s eyes flicked to the smaller man’s thighs wrapped around him, slightly quickening his pace as he noticed Avery’s not-so-subtle shaking, determined to bring him to the brink before he himself reached it. His hand moved in time, the other resting in his hair as a way to ground him, tugging slightly. Every so often a loud groan comes from Derek, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex and pumping him into overdrive, hips driving forward as he grit.

”you being a good little bitch now? Not- fffuck… n-not gonna hit me now? Right? G-gonna be a good boy f-for me?” His breath came out in heavy pants from the pleasure mixed with exertion, covered in a thin sheen of sweat which made him shine in the light of the princes chambers.

“aaauhh!!! f-fuck please!!” Avery was soaking in the degradation,
his words slipping between his fingers entirely on accident, but he was barely lucid enough to care anymore, so fucked out of his mind he was ready say anything, do anything, for Derek—just to make sure he kept talking down to him like he was now. he couldnt even describe it, having lived with compliments and suck ups his whole life he had honestly forgotten the embarrassment of being insulted. he had almost forgotten how much he loved it.

Derek was slightly taken aback by Avery’s response to his words, pumping faster now as he leaned down to whisper in his ear, his tone low and sultry as he continued to pound into the smaller man, the hand in his hair gripping harder and pulling his head up to meet his piercing gaze,
”you like that? Being my bitch? What- You gonna cum from me telling you how much of a spoiled brat you are? Just think about what people would say if they saw you right now. So utterly spent, my dumb whore bitch-“
“FFF-FUCKK!!~” Avery saw stars.

The prince’s back arched violently as his vision faded to white, he could feel Derek still pumping inside him, pushing through the earth shattering orgasm he was going through currently. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he slipped quickly into overstimulation, the only thing escaping him other than white streaks being continuous ah!..ah!..ah!..’s falling out of his mouth in rhythm with Derek’s relentless thrusting. The traveller watched as stray tears fell freely from his green eyes, drool seeping almost endlessly from the corner of the princes mouth, cheeks flushed red and he was babbling unintelligibly at Derek too, mumbling the prettiest little “pleasepleaseplease”s he had ever heard.

‘Seems the prince likes my pillow talk…’

Derek continued his relentless pace, obviously observing Avery’s orgasm, stroking him through it before both of his hands grabbed Avery’s hips, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and frantic in pursuit of his own climax, strings of curses coming out of his mouth before his hips jutted and stilled, the larger man’s eyes shutting tight as he exclaimed,
”fuck! Ffuck-…oh, shit,m! So-…mmpffhh- cumming!”
he yelped, groans slipping past his lips with reckless abandon as he saw stars, rocking into him as the product of his orgasm stopped, last remnants beading at tip as he stayed inside for a minute, catching his breath.
Avery heaved, his breathing harsh and rough after basically screaming out his lungs. The both of them lay there silently. two boys just breathing.
Avery broke the silence,

”um….th…thank you… Derek…”

Derek rolled over so he was lead beside the prince, his hand still holding the back of Avery’s head, almost petting him.

“My pleasure, your highness.”

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The day after was quiet. Avery woke up in an empty bed that morning with an awfully cold room, ‘the window is open.’ Was the first thing he noticed as he sat up, the second thing was how he had been redressed already, he wanted to believe it was Derek who had dressed him, an overly chivalrous act from a man who might have been anything but. He knew that wasn’t true, he wasn’t naive enough to let himself fall for silly false fantasies. Avery knew that one of the kings many butlers had probably come in and dressed him earlier before he had awoken, and Avery knew that Derek had probably left him the minute he fell asleep.

The stood up and groaned at the sensation, the weight of his actions catching up to him as the pain in his lower back slowly made itself prevalent.
He walked over to his open window, leaning over just to look into the flower garden beneath him, the prince wanted to pretend he could see the silhouette of a tall man walking out the gates of his garden,
‘Don’t be foolish’ he thought ‘it’s sick that you even met him, forget missing him.’
Words sliced through him like a guards sword and with that his mind was directed to the doors of his room.

On the handle of his door, swinging gently, was an eye of Ender attached to the end of a black string necklace. Avery, convinced he had been hallucinating, hesitantly made his way over to the other side of the room, delicately wrapping his hands around the accessory. Avery almost giggled at the sight of it, such a rough thing in the palm of his dainty hand. He didn’t deserve it all, but it almost looked as if it was always meant to be his.

Notes:

lowkey the italics kinda carried this fic 😢😢
also i describe the eye of ender to be a “rough” thing because although it’s very pretty its self, i imagine it has a pretty brutal essence because of the means you have to go through to get one (going to the nether, killing blazes, killing endermen, yk)

hope u like my first fanfic 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️