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“Speak, and make your wish, my honorable Knight. You have served me well. I wish to reward you.” The King commanded, voice soft, but utterly undeniable.
“I wish only to serve by your side, My King. Long may you reign.”
The King stroked his long vestments, and stood. “Come now, there must be something you desire for your devotion, my noble Hound. Perhaps an estate in the country, or the finest steed in the lands. Speak it, and it shall be so.”
“My greatest desire has already been spoken, My Lord. I could not ask for more.” The Knight bows his head low, and barely glances up at his King, except to heed him as he spoke thus.
“Then I ask you to name something you do not yet already have.” The King gestured widely with his hand, and the Knight gazed at the way the tinted light glowed across his sun touched skin.
“I could not, Your Royal Highness. It would be inappropriate.”
The King’s interest was piqued. “Why such hesitation. I bid you, speak it.”
The Knight took in a long slow breath, wondering if he dared to speak the truth… giving in he said. “Then, if My King would allow it, I wish only to place a kiss upon your noble fingertips that command me and this great Kingdom with strength and virtue. To once again swear my loyalty to you until my dying day.”
“This is what you wish? In truth?” The King was taken aback.
“Earnestly, My King. I pray I do not offend you.”
The King scraches the scar across his nose, and thinks for a moment. Then another moment passes, and the Knight dips his head low, in askance for forgiveness. But coarse fingertips, those of a warrior King, smudged with ink of long days of rule, and scarred from battle, tip up the Knight’s chin, and the King gazes at his servant kindly.
“This simple thing you ask is more than permissible to me. In truth, I wish there was something more I could give you. More than your lips upon my fingers.” The Knight looks into the face of his King and sees it is growing quite crimson with blush. Shocked, the Knights mismatched eyes go wide.
The King continues. And steps forward, closer to the Knight. “I agonize over how I wish it to be your lips placed against mine. But I dare not abuse your devotion to me.”
“My King?” The royal Knight was unsure what to say. Unsure what he could say.
“Please, call me Iruka. We have known each other all our lives, there is no need for formality here, we are alone. I simply wish you could see me as more than just your King, but as a man. One lonely and yearning for your love. For I have watched you by my side all my life, and never once thought of you as ‘just another Knight.’”
“Your Majesty… Your words… they- do they mean what is implied? And if I can be so bold… Are your affections spoken, the reason for why you have not yet wed?”
The redness grew to the Kings ears, and he nodded his head.
“Royal documents turn into drawings of you, that I then must hide and ask for new pages to be drafted. I think of you constantly as if you are the moon revolving, not always seen, but felt. I yearn for your face to return to me, and when it does, the tides take me. I crave you, my hound…. my heart beats fast now, fast like it might explode, or burst into flame.” The King reaches out and pulls the Knight to his feet. Clutching those rough hands to his. Desperately needing contact. The Knight looks shocked, but not disgusted.
“My King. I have no words.”
“No words are needed, I have spoken too many already. So, to conclude this waking dream, please, a kiss upon my hand and we can forget all these sweet nothings I have spoken. Or… A kiss to my lips and may a new chapter in our lives begin. It is however YOU wish it to be. My dear, sweet Hatake.”
The King steps back, taking his hands back, and stands, one hand out, and his eyes closed. Open for a kiss on the lips, or one on the hand, whichever Kakashi chose.
Kakashi thought for a long moment, a slight intermittent quaking coming from the King as he waited nervously.
Finally, after gazing at his King, thinking, Kakashi stepped forwards, and took the King’s hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles and took in a deep breath and let it out again. And then finally closed the distance between them. Letting his lips press deeply and slowly to the King’s lips.
The King’s eyes flew wide in surprise, but then sank closed again as he wrapped his arm around his Knight, and kissed him back as passionately as he received. The two of them finally making their feelings known to each other, after decades of quiet pining.
There was peace in the Kingdom after many years of war, and now, it seemed, the King was finally able to focus on matters of the heart, and so too, could his most loyal Knight.
From then on the two were inseparable, and the Knight in time, became wed to the King. And as a wedding favor to all his people he and his Knight spent the next 12 days after their ceremony granting the minor wishes of each and every one of their citizens. And near and far they became known as The Kings of Wishes. And their land prospered even after they grew old and died. It is said that the land itself was soaked in the good fortune of wishes. And that evil could no longer take hold there. A truly blessed land.