Lately I've been reading several stories that involve the Junjou couples mixing things up and sleeping with one of the other characters. So this has given me an idea for a story, I don't know, however, if it is a good idea. Please read and review to let me know. OOC and AU. Don't like: don't read. I'm also aware this is a short chapter but more should be coming soon.

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Chapter One: Harem

The Great Lord Usagi sat on his throne and heaved a deep sigh of boredom. His silver hair was decorated with a gold crown filled with bright jewels of different shapes and sizes. A violet stone stood out among these, perfectly mirroring the color of the Lord's eyes. Eyes that now followed the dancers who had been sent to entertain him. The women and men were dressed in almost nothing, moving their bodies seductively in time to the music.

The King found himself totally unstirred. A problem he'd been having lately, though he refused to admit it. Even his harem held no pleasure for him. He had countless men and women vying for his attentions but it was rare he took one to his bed. These dancers before him were hoping to end up as another of his lovers but as he was unmoved they were going to be disappointed.

To his left was a tall giant of a man holding a tray of his favorite dishes. Nowaki was one of his first in his harem and they had spent many enjoyable and memorable nights together but now he found that he'd grown tired of the man and rarely visited his rooms. No one stood to his right, this was a place reserved only for the person he'd bind to his body, heart and soul for eternity.

He glanced now at the empty space. The one with whom he wished to bind to himself so completely was a neighboring King and long time friend. He was now married to some princess and living happily with his younger brother, someone he'd never met. On the rare occasions that Lord Usagi had seen his love he'd been alone, except when he'd come to introduce his bride. Lord Usagi had resisted the urge to slap the woman, but only just. King Takahiro had held his heart for as long as Usagi had known the man. Their kingdoms were close and peaceful and always had been.

Lord Usagi had wanted to unite the kingdoms with a marriage bond but when Takahiro had announced his engagement those hopes had vanished. Turning his eyes back to the dancers in front of him he knew his desires had almost completely vanished since. Now, with the face of his beloved in his mind he felt his lower body stirring. He glanced at the giant of a man next to him but he needed someone closer in build to his love.

He stood and the music stopped. The dancers turned hopeful faces to their king and were hurt with the obvious rejection as he left the throne room without a word or back words glance.

The King moved through his palace ignoring those who would stop and bow before him, rushing off when he passed. He made his way through giant doors not bothering to look out the windows to see the land he ruled. Lord Usagi was a fare king and his people loved him. Unlike most Lords he did not take all of the gold and jewels for himself but shared his wealth with those he ruled over. His people, however, would say he was a distant king, never leaving his towers to visit his subjects. He was not unjust and his punishments were fare. Those who disobeyed his laws were made examples of.

The Lord didn't care what they said about him. He knew that he wasn't an unkind man but he did things his way with no regard to how anyone else felt. And now he would make his way toward his rooms which were linked with that of his harem. He found three men sitting at a table puffing smoke out of long hoses. They were reclined and relaxed enjoying each other's company. The Lord had only taken men into his harem as he was un-attracted to women. Thus far he'd found four men with which he shared his bed. Nowaki, the tall dark haired giant with stunning blue eyes, a young man in his late teens with blond hair and big brown eyes named Shinobu, a tall scholar who went by Miyagi with short brown hair and sharp, intriguing features and finally a man who'd been raised as a servant, one with whom he'd grown close. Hiroki was of a slim build with light hair and eyes of a reddish brown.

The Lord cleared his throat and his subjects stood, bowing deeply before him. "Hiroki." His voice was just loud enough to be heard but with a tone of command. Just as the smaller man reached his side the door opened and Nowaki came in. He stared from one man to the other with a look of pain on his face. Lord Usagi glanced down and saw hurt and acceptance in the glance Hiroki gave the giant. Obviously there was something here he hadn't noticed before.

Deciding that his needs came first he moved to the door leading to his bed, knowing the man would follow. The Lord turned just as he went through the door and saw the look that passed between the two men before Hiroki shut the door behind them. Yes, there was definitely something there. They looked at each other the way he knew he looked at Takahiro. But right now his need was too great to be ignored.

He moved to one side of his round bed, laden with pillows and stuffed animals he'd obtained after accepting the throne. Swiftly he undressed himself, keeping his crown low on his head. This would be the one garment he would not take off until he was bound to his beloved. On the other side Hiroki undressed himself and moved to the center of the bed waiting for his King to join him.

Lord Usagi moved to him kissing down his neck to his chest lavishing attention to each of his nipples eliciting groans from the smaller man. Closing his eyes he saw Takahiro lying underneath him. His slender frame, bathed in the harsh sun of the desert. It was his voice echoing in his ears. There were three things the Lord never allowed in bed. One was that he was never the uke. Two he never kissed on the mouth as it was too intimate. Three, he never let his uke's be on top, he was the one in control and they knew it.

When Lord Usagi slipped inside the other man he imagined it was Takahiro was meeting his thrusts, Takahiro who clenched around him so tightly. It was Takahiro's name that spilled from his lips as he spilled his seed. When he was done he rolled over and turned his back to the man, signaling him to leave. He heard the rustling of clothes behind him. Before Hiroki made it to the door Lord Usagi called out gently, "I will not be in need of your services in here again. Relay the same to Nowaki."

He heard a sharp intake of breath before the man bowed and said a quiet, "Thank you my Lord." And with that he left the room.

Lord Usagi rolled onto his back and stared up at his ornate ceiling, boredom coming back. Sex was a small reprieve but it only lasted a moment before the weight of the world came crashing back on him. With a heartfelt sigh the King dressed and left his rooms. He'd go to his library and escape there for awhile in his own mind.