Stratos - The cursed

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This is a short story that I dreamed of last night, and I needed to write it down. This inspired me to start this blog where I could publish all my short yaoistories. Awesome, isn't it?  (^0^)

This story is pretty short and the setting is in a kind of antique Greece or something. It's about a young king who finds a secret down in the underground corridors of his palace. What could the secret be?

Because this was a dream I didn't get all the answeres to the questions I had when I woke up. So sorry if it's incomplete in a way.

I don't know why but my dream was in a way inspired by "The Sleeping Beauty", but in a weird version. LOL! Hope you like it! ♥

Stratos The Cursed by Amabells on deviantART

Once upon a time there was a king with a secret no one knew about. He was an old man without an heir. He had reigned over his wealthy and sun blessed country for about 50 years now, and his health had begun to worsen.

When it first became known that he was ill many people pointed their eyes on the throne. Shortly after that, the old king died and a battle between the possible candidates who could take over the throne started. Whoever won the battle was promised the throne.

One young man, Luka, won the fierce battle against the last man who stood between him and the throne, and so the country got a new king.

Luka was a tall twenty two year old son to a village leader. He was born with a charming personality – though sometimes he could do things that would surprise his advisers and officers. Once he had brought a wild horse to the palace and tried to tame it. Over and over again he was cast off of the horse’s back, but he never gave up.

His eyes were green like the fresh green grass on the harvest fields, and his skin was kissed by the sun. His hair was originally black, but he spent so much time in the sun that his hair had become dark brown with golden highlights. He was truly beautiful.

One day he was strolling down a corridor he hasn’t visited much. It was deep down in the lower parts of the palace under the ground. There was no windows and poor ventilation. The corridor was narrow and moist, but he wanted to go through there no matter what to see what lied at the end of it.

He came to a big golden door he’d never seen before. It had beautiful carvings on it representing their gods who did their daily duties. He slowly put his hand on the big handle and pulled. The heavy door slowly opened and inside he could see another golden door. He stepped inside the small room and was surprised by a gasp next to him. He looked over to the source of the gasp and saw an old man with silver long beard.

“My king! I’m sorry but you can’t be here! Please, leave this place and forget about it!” the old man said and bowed down on the floor before his king’s feet.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I have full right to be here. I’m the owner of this palace, and you – a mere servant – have no right to order me.” Luka answered coldly.

“But my king! This is the place that the former king left behind without any instructions of what to do with it. It’s his secret and his alone. I’m not allowed to let you through that second door. Please, leave!”

Luka became angry and shouted at the man:

“Move out of my way, you old man, or I’ll kill you here and now!”

The old man didn’t budge, and Luka kicked him out of his way. He walked to the door and put his hands on the handle, and pulled it open.

Inside was a beautifully decorated room without windows. The room was decorated with golden statues of their gods, and beautiful silk curtains hung on the walls. On the center of the floor lay a big Persian carpet and on top of it was a big bed with sheets made of white and golden silk.

He went inside the room and took a closer look at the bed. There lay a beautiful boy with white hair. The boy was sleeping. Around his naked ankle hung a golden chain which was chained through the carpet to the floor next to the bed.

“He’s beautiful. Who is he?” Luka asked.

The old man came inside the room and looked sadly at the boy.

“He’s  Stratos, the son of our gods. He was a gift to the former king for making the country as wealthy as it was.”

“You mean he’s not human?” Luka asked and stared at the sleeping boy who was breathtakingly beautiful.

“No, he is human, my king. But he’s not allowed to wander outside the palace. He’s not even allowed to look at the outside world. The gods gave him to our former king with these rules so that the boy could be the former king’s possession, and his alone. That’s why he’s locked inside this room,” the old man explained.

“What happens if he sees the outside world?” Luka asked.

“The boy dies, my king.”

Luka couldn’t believe what the old man said and sat down on the bed next to the boy. He put his hand on the boy’s forehead and caressed the white bang away from his face.

“Stratos…” Luka said and felt the sweetness of calling out the boy’s name on his tongue.

“Please, I’m asking this from you again, my king: Leave this room and never come back here. The boy isn’t your possession and belongs down here in this room.”

Luka looked at the old man with angry eyes.

“He will not be left down here alone and rot away! I’ll give him a room higher up in the palace, and there’s nothing you can do or say about it! This is an order!”

The old man looked at his young king with sadness and bowed his head.

“As you wish, my king.”



There was a smell he never felt before. It was sweet and pleasant. Stratos felt something wet and heavy against his lips, and he could guess who it was.

“My king…” he whispered when the heaviness on his lips disappeared. He opened his eyes and was expecting to see the old king, but instead of staring at an old man he saw a beautiful young man with dark hair and green eyes.

Stratos yelped and sat up on the bed.

“I’m sorry for startling you like that. Your old servant told me that the only way to wake you up is to give you a kiss. I didn’t believe him at first, but I guess it’s true now that you’re awake,” Luka said and looked at the boy. “I have never seen a person with white hair and red eyes before,” he then explained.

Stratos looked confused at the young man before him.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” he asked carefully.

“I’m this country’s new king, Luka. The previous king died a few months ago. Don’t tell me you’ve been asleep for this whole time?” Luka exclaimed in surprise.

Stratos’s eyes became watery and he looked down on the sheets covering his lower body.

“Are you sad about the late king’s death?” Luka asked, and Stratos shook his head.

“I’m not happy, but not sad either. I never really liked him. Sometimes he could be nice and loving against me, but mostly he had these urges and forced me to do things I didn’t want to. So I guess I’ve been untouched for a few months now that I’ve been asleep,” the boy explained with a weak voice.

“Why were you sleeping for so long?” Luka asked innocently.

“After each time I’ve been copulating I fall asleep until someone gives me a kiss which wakes me up.  I don’t fall asleep until someone copulates with me again,” the boy explained and looked pained. “I hate it…”

Luka was overwhelmed by the boy’s story, and started to wonder why the gods would give the previous king something like this boy. Was this boy the reason why the old king didn’t get any heirs? Was this boy supposed to prevent the previous king from getting an heir? But why?

“Where am I?” Stratos suddenly asked, and Luka’s thoughts were interrupted.

“You’re in my room. The curtains have been drawn shut so you don’t need to worry about seeing the outside world. But please, don’t touch the curtains,” Luka said, and Stratos looked confused at him.

“You took me out of my prison? But why?”

“I couldn’t let you be locked away in a room like that. You’re far too beautiful to rot away down there all alone.”

“But I can’t grow older than this, so I wouldn’t rot away,” Stratos said, but Luka smiled.

“That’s just a figure of speech.”

Shortly after that the door opened and five maids came in and served a big meal for them. They left the room with hurried steps as if they were scared of Stratos’ white hair and skin, and his red eyes.

They ate and talked about Stratos’s life with the previous king, and Luka got to know that the late king was obsessed by Stratos. Not that he could blame him – he too felt an urge to hold Stratos and do all kinds of things with him. But he was scared of the spell Stratos would cast on him if he did. But still – the boy was so beautiful that he knew he couldn’t let him be.

And he was indeed right. When the night cast it’s dark mantle over the country and the clouds filled the sky with rain and lightning, Luka and Stratos lay in Luka’s king-sized bed. Stratos was shaking in the young king’s arms and yelped every time the dark noise echoed outside the window, quickly followed by shots of sharp lightning across the sky.

“Calm down. It won’t hurt you,” the king whispered in the boy’s ear.

“I can’t! I’ve never experienced this kind of thing before!” Stratos cried and hugged tighter around Luka’s neck. “I’m too scared.”

“It’s just sounds and flashes, nothing more,” Luka tried to calm him down.

“I know! I know that, but I can’t help it!”

Luka sat up and leaned on his elbow and looked at Stratos who lay under him. Let me make it disappear, he thought as he leaned down and kissed the boy’s pale lips. But as soon as he gave the first kiss he felt a craving for more. So he kissed the boy deeper and deeper. His tongue whirled around inside Stratos’s mouth and explored it greedily. Stratos couldn’t do anything more than grip Luka’s shoulders and squeeze them hard with his frail hands.

“Mmh!” he protested, but Luka didn’t hear him.

Stratos was nervous. He had had sex plenty times before, but that had only been with the late king. This new king who went by the name Luka was another person he never met before. His heart felt like it would burst.

“Please!” Stratos yelled when he finally got to breathe. “No more.”

“Aren’t you scared of the thunder?” Luka asked. “You said that you’ll fall asleep if you have sex, so why not sleep during the thunder?”

“But…”

Stratos didn’t have time to finish his sentence before another loud noise came from outside and a lightning lightened up the room for a short second. He yelped again and was about to throw himself around Luka’s neck when Luka pressed himself against the boy’s body.

“Ah!”

Luka pressed his hips hard against Stratos’s, and the boy squirmed under him. Stratos was feeling hotter and hotter like the desert sand in the morning sun. He knew what Luka wanted and didn’t protest. He wanted to sleep a long and deep sleep, and maybe even dream about something pleasant. So he spread his legs wide and invited Luka in between his legs.

“Don’t say anything. Just do it,” he whispered to the king and shut his eyes tight when a new lightning shot through the sky.

“Ahn!”

Stratos moaned when he felt Luka’s hard member against his opening. It pressed so hard and greedily that it hurt. But he didn’t protest. He just wanted to get it over with and sleep. But finally Luka thrust inside Stratos’s body and the boy opened his eyes wide with surprise. It hurt, but he was being filled to the point that it felt good. His body wanted more, and so he begged Luka to move.

Luka did as told and started to thrust in and out, and with such smooth motions that the pain went away after a while. Stratos’s body went limp by the pleasure. He hadn’t felt like this with the late king, and for once he was feeling happy when copulating.

“Aah! Haah! Harder,” he begged, and Luka changed his smooth motions to more rough ones. Stratos moaned louder by the sweet friction inside his body. He wanted to move his hips in rhythm with Luka’s, and his arms searched their way around Luka’s neck and drew him closer to a kiss.

They both moaned with their lips locked together, and when Stratos’s lips were released Luka moved even rougher and Stratos shouted out the pleasure.

“Ah! Oh! Nnaah! So … good!” he moaned and moved his hips.

“That’s good. Enjoy every second of it.” Luka whispered with ragged breath as he rocked on top of the boy.

They kept going and going for a long time. The thunder had already disappeared when Stratos felt the pleasure transform into something violent inside him. He needed to come, and in a few seconds his body released and he shouted when he got to climax. Right after him Luka filled his body with his semen, and collapsed on top of the boy.

They both felt exhausted and tried to catch their breaths.

“Are you getting tired?” Luka asked and looked at Stratos’s half closed eyes.

“Very…” Stratos answered, and in a few seconds he fell asleep.

Luka caressed the boy’s forehead and placed a light kiss on his skin, and then lay down and took Stratos in his arms and fell asleep with his head leaned against Statos’s.



When morning came it was still raining. He looked at the sleeping Stratos and smiled gently. He kissed the boy’s lips and whispered him good morning, and Stratos started to wake up and stretched his limbs out and yawned.

“Did you sleep well?” Luka asked, and Stratos nod his head. “Good. Stay in bed and I’ll go and do the morning offerings to the gods.”

Luka stood up from the bed and put on his clothes, and then left the room without a word. It was like he wanted to get the offerings over with so he could return to Stratos’s side.

When the king closed the door behind him Stratos sat up in the bed. He could hear the sound of the rain outside on the balcony, which was covered with a thick cape so he couldn’t look outside. He took one of the sheets in the bed and covered himself up with it before he went to the entrance of the balcony and sat down on the floor. He stretched his hand out under the cape covering the doorway, and felt the raindrops soak it. He was so curious about seeing how rain looked like, and feel the feeling of raindrops against his face.

Can’t I go outside just for a little while? he asked himself.

Suddenly he heard a small chirping sound on the other side of the cape. It sounded like a small animal of some kind.

Maybe it’s a bird? he thought and pulled the cape carefully aside so he could only see the floor of the balcony. He saw a small bird take cover under the balustrade between two short pillars. It was a beautiful bird with a dark blue back and white stomach. He wanted to touch it.

He reached out his hand to the bird carefully not to scare it, but it flew away almost instantly. He didn’t want to lose sight of it so he ran out on the balcony to look where it disappeared. Before him he saw a big city. The rain was falling heavily over it and the streets were covered with water.

Then he remembered the rain and looked up at the sky. It was the first time he ever felt rain against his face. He became so happy he stretched out his hands against the sky and started to twirl and laugh. It felt so nice he thought he was dreaming.

I am dreaming! I am! This is so wonderful that I…

He couldn’t finish his thought. He felt a weird sensation in his chest, and almost in an instant it felt like his heart would stop. His legs gave way under him and he collapsed to the floor with the rain falling down on his face. He realized that he had broken the taboo to look and walk outside the palace. He wasn’t supposed to know about the outside world.

But why...?, he thought. Tears fell down his temples. Why…?

He felt sorry for Luka who would soon come back from the morning offering ritual and find Stratos on the balcony – lifeless. He wanted to say he was sorry about breaking the taboo, but he couldn’t help his curiosity.

Everything went dark and he knew that this was his last breath. Then everything disappeared. His body lay limp on the balcony floor looking up at the sky with empty eyes.