When I sat down to
write Alexios' Fate, I didn't realize just how busy this young man would be. He
was only supposed to have one lover, but somehow along the way collected three.
I was working towards a final hot scene that was inspired by this photo.
The photo evoked an
m/m spin on the story of Andromeda, a young princess whose mother's bragging
gets her in trouble with the gods. To punish her mother, Andromeda is chained
to a rock and a sea serpent is sent to devour her. Fortunately for her, Perseus
shows up just in time to rescue her and whisk her off to be his wife.
I intended to write a
short story about how Prince Alexios finds himself chained to a rock and
awaiting his fate at Apollo's hands. But first his father needed to commit
hubris and for that I needed a rivalry.
Enter King Lykos... A
man who had once drawn Alexios' father's unrequited passion. A man who I had
intended merely to spark a bout of one-upmanship that would culminate in
Alexios' father speaking the fateful words that would seal his son's fate.
Lykos is a mature bear of a man with confidence in spades, exactly the
kind of man a youth like Alexios would chose to be his mentor. He is in his
late 30s, powerfully built with body hair and a beard. Alexios suddenly finds
himself drawn sexually to a man for the first time in his life. Lykos returns
his interest, much to Alexios' father's disgust.
Interrupted before they can pursue their attraction, Alexios finds
himself alone with his slave Galen. He's never really considered Galen in a
sexual light, but he's all hot and bothered from being hit on by Lykos. So he
takes a closer look at the slightly older man whom he has known for years and
decides to experiment.
Thus begins the romance between the two young men.
The story continued to expand, first from a short story to a novella
and then to a novel. As is common with my stories, Alexios' Fate took on a life
of its own. Alexios was telling me his story and I rushed to set it to paper as
fast as I could.
In the final scene, Alexios is offered up to Apollo and doesn't know if
he will survive his fate.
I hope you enjoy reading Alexios' tale as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Blurb: The mature
King Lykos has a sexy confidence that turns Alexios' head. Seduced by Lykos,
Prince Alexios discovers a world of men he's never known before.
Meanwhile his slave Galen has gotten tired of waiting in the wings. He
sets out to woo Alexios and win his heart.
Even Apollo can't leave Alexios alone. The young prince finds himself
pursued by a god and in danger of a perilous love.
How will Alexios follow his heart when he unwittingly wins the favor of
a god? Can Alexios escape the fate of Apollo's past lovers and have the man he
wants?
Alexios' father, still red-faced and with fists clenched, followed him
into his room and glared at his slave Galen until the young man left. Demetrios
twitched the mantle covering Alexios with contempt, almost as if touching the
offending garment sullied his hand.
"Explain to me why my son comes back to me in Lykos' care, wearing
another man's mantle? I'm sure the other kings want to know as well!" His
voice took on a dangerous quality, "Don't play the wanton and act like
you're already his."
Alexios jerked his head up, thrumming with restrained anger. "I am
a prince of Dicaea! I belong to no one!"
"See that you keep yourself that way. I intend for you to make a
marriage alliance. Whichever of those men becomes your father-in-law will have
the mentoring of you." His father stalked to the door before turning.
"I expect you to compete with the other youths at the games for your
coming-of-age."
Feeling like a prize bull being offered to the highest bidder, Alexios
tore the mantle from his body. He stood in no more than he would be wearing when
he competed. Alexios realized his father not only wanted him to show his
prowess, his father also wanted him on exhibit for the other kings.
"The alliance means so much you don't care if you have to put me
on display to get what you want?"
"This alliance is more important than your wounded sensibilities.
A betrothal will offer us the support we need to expand. A prince's loyalty is
to his father. You will obey me in this!"
In spite of his father, his cock filled as he envisioned being on
parade before Lykos and the other men. The fantasy of their eyes watching every
move his body made gave rise to a shivery feeling at his core. Would they only
have eyes for him or would they compare him to the other oiled bodies competing
with him for the laurel? Would the victor also become the prize in some
fashion?
The blood left Demetrios' face. "That...that man...excites you,
doesn't he? Keep away from Lykos!" his father stuttered with a burgeoning
air of alarm.
The dismayed man staggered through the doorway. He shoved past the
slave standing in the hall, without thought or seeming awareness of his
surroundings. Galen bowed to the king and kept an eye on Alexios' father as he
stormed down the corridor.
Alexios still stood in openmouthed shock when Galen reentered the room,
trying to fathom what his father's outburst had been all about. Bemused,
Alexios wondered why his father wanted to keep him away from Lykos. For a
moment, he had thought his father was jealous.
"Master..."
"Never mind him. He's not angry at you."
The air cooled his heated skin as he searched for a tunic to cover his
nakedness. Galen reached past him to pick up the garment first. His arm brushed
against Alexios' sensitive skin and a shudder ran down Alexios' frame.
Alexios turned and caught the look of surprise on his slave's face.
Galen's carefully schooled his features to exhibited polite interest, nothing
more.
Alexios gazed at the slave with speculation, contemplating what he knew
of the man. Galen saw to all his needs, often before he realized he wanted
something. The young man served him with such devotion Alexios had never been
forced to rebuke him. In fact, Galen went to greater lengths than necessary,
certainly more than duty required. He never wondered about the depth of Galen's
dedication before. Why was Galen so diligent?
Taking the chiton from Galen's hands, Alexios replaced the garment on
the chest at the foot of his bed. He feasted his eyes on the hale and comely
slave. He had intended to slake his lust in one of the slave girls, but his own
slave stood before him. Maybe he didn't need to go in search of someone else.
"Do you know what to do with this?" He gestured at his
engorged cock.
An enigmatic mix of emotions washed across the young man's face.
Distaste, hope, and despair jumbled together to distort the handsome features.
Without a word, Galen slid to his knees and his hand stretched out to Alexios'
cock.
About Me:
A knight and a former princess, Kayla Jameth now spends her time
writing m/m romance. A true Renaissance woman, she has done everything from
cross stitch like a proper lady to welding with the best of them. An eclectic
life has left her with a unique understanding of the world inhabited by men and
an appreciation for the difficulties faced by men in m/m relationships. It is
her devout wish that her experiences translate into a richer telling of such
tales. A minor in classical history left her with a special love of ancient
history, especially during the classical period.
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