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[center Charlotte could easily tell that Johannes was examining her. It was clear to her that this man was trying to figure out who she was and honestly? Charlotte desperately wanted to laugh and confess who she truly was. But there was no way she was going to do that right now so publicly. Especially in front of Claude Henri and his companions. Despite their presence, Charlotte chose to not pay them much attention at all given that she was there specifically to talk to Johannes. And so formal Johannes was! He truly was a man of formal procedure it seemed like no matter the circumstances. This was endearing in its own way, but Charlotte still found it quirky. [i Austrians.]]
[center [#900 “You are more than welcome, monsieur von Hügel. Hospitality tends to be my specialty.”] she smirked but remained polite enough. Good God above, Johannes really had to be blind! Charlotte did not think that Johannes knew who she actually was. And if he did, then he was doing a spectacular job at hiding it. [#900 “I say, though. The pleasure is all mine.”] she smiled before taking a delicate sip of her wine. But that was also when Claude had decided to try and interject with his own introduction. This did not stop Charlotte from enjoying her wine in that moment though. Purposely taking her sweet time to savor the sip, Charlotte glanced at Claude. Looking him over as if he were in an inspection. [#900 “Oh, I know who you are, Claude. You and your friends.”] she noted calmly. Charlotte knew all too well just how slimy the Comte and his friends were. And to be frank, she wanted nothing to do with them beyond brief formalities. Charlotte was all too aware of how they were all looking at her. And usually this would not bother her. But they were all married with wives! And if there was anyone Charlotte refused to be involved with it was married men and women. The idea of such infidelity made her skin crawl.]
[center Thankfully, though, Johannes offered her a dance! Taking a final sip from her glass Charlotte nodded. [#900 “I would love nothing more than to have this dance with you, Baron. I adore dancing!”] And given that Claude had a free hand, Charlotte also gave him her glass. [#900 “Do give your wife my sincerest regards. I hear that pregnancy can be quite taxing on the mother-to-be.”] she nodded. Charlotte knew of the Comte’s wife, Anaïs, and happened to be decent friends with her. However, as Anaïs’s pregnancy progressed she had been coming out less often due to sickness and pains she experienced. Charlotte knew that Claude regularly had affairs on the side, and she would take every opportunity she had to remind that man of the actual wife he had. It saddened Charlotte to see Anaïs being taken advantage of in such a way. But there was not much she could do other than support her as much as possible.]
[center But Charlotte swiftly left with Johannes, though, just as the music began playing throughout the hall. While preferring ballet than ballroom, Charlotte still loved dancing all the same. But she felt torn. She wanted to tell Johannes who she was because she teased him then he would likely feel put off instead of excited. However, Charlotte wanted to ruffle his feathers just a bit. So, she didn’t know what exactly she wanted to do. Besides. How would Johannes even react? While Charlotte was not too worried about that part, there was always the possibility that Johannes would be disgusted and cut off contact. But she had a feeling that Johannes was not the type of man to do that to a person, though. [#900 “Claude certainly is a piece of work, isn’t he? I would act surprised by his leering, but everybody knows he likes to bed just about anyone that walks. He is revolting, honestly.”] Charlotte rolled her eyes, thinking back to Claude. He truly was a sly bastard. If there was anybody in the French court that was a manipulative and conniving asshole, it was him.]
[center [#900 “Aside from that, monsieur…,”] Charlotte began, moving on from talking about Claude, [#900 “Do you think that you’re missing something, though? Maybe you haven’t noticed something you should?”] she asked, curious as to just how oblivious the Austrian man was. [#900 “Or would the incident of Matthias knowing that I am more of a threat than you help jog your memory? I know sometimes I have some trouble remembering things.”] she casually mentioned. But she lowered her voice some so just her and Johannes could hear. [#900 “Where have you been, though? I haven’t seen you in over a month, Johannes!”] Charlotte stated with a mix of sadness and aggravation. [#900 “Although, I have to admit, your ability to write letters to me have improved. I love them very much. Schatzi is quite a precious nickname for being a German one.”] Charlotte admitted. While she found that nickname a little odd, she absolutely loved it because it was from Johannes for her and nobody else.]
[center [#900 “I hope you don’t mind, though? I’ve missed you a lot…”]]
Johannes hated to admit it but when Charlemagne caught him staring and winked at him, Johannes blushed. Charlemagne’s words left much for him to think about and he decided to try and remedy his own words by crawling back into bed with the gorgeous man.
Charlemagne was missed. The few days that Charlemagne was bedridden were some of the best days Johannes had the pleasure of experiencing in recent years. After the first day Johannes had put in more effort to be tactile with Charlemagne by adding more cuddling and Johannes had even started pressing soft kisses to Charlemagne’s cheek or forehead every now and then. These steps weren’t big steps in most people’s books, but they were large strides for Johannes.
There was a part of Johannes that was embarrassed at the fact he was acting like a fool and shying away from touch. All of Johannes’ relationships were lacking when it came to affection that wasn’t sex. With his wife they only touched for appearance sake, those touches were chaste, and the two times they did sleep with each other Johannes had been dunk and was a disappointing lover. Leopold Leitgeb, the last man he was with prior to his marriage, was more of a ‘hurry up and get out of bed’ type of lover and the man before him was very much the same. Even the incident with Matthias was spurred on by alcohol or else nothing would have happened. With Johannes prior relationships and his upbringing, small gestures of affection were a challenge for him. Johannes knew that how he showed his affection was gift giving and he also knew he would have to try to show Charlemagne that he is trying to be more tactile.
After those bedridden days Johannes REALLY liked Charlemagne and would love to keep his interest. Which Johannes believed he did if the letters he had been receiving were any indication. Finely written letters, smelling like Charlemagne, were making their way to Johannes home on a regular basis and Johannes would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to them every day. Each letter was read, and read again, until the words were burned into Johannes mind before being carefully stored away. Johannes replied to those letters as quickly as he could, and while there wasn’t as many sweet and honey words on the page Johannes managed to at least include some of his yearning for Charlemagne. Writing love letters happened to not be Johannes forte.
Johannes had actually finished his first, somewhat awkward letter, when Matthias asked to speak to him. A part of Johannes felt that the request was weird because Matthias, his only friend, was free to speak to him at any time, but Johannes went with it and made sure his schedule was clear from any gatherings. Thankfully, it was one of those rare nights where Johannes was not expected to socialize with others.
After finishing the household finances and setting out the money to pay the staff, which Hans would do in the morning, Johannes made his way down into the sitting room as Matthias stoked the fires. Johannes took a seat in one of his favorite chairs, accepting the whiskey with a small thank you. As the silence continued Johannes arched a dark eyebrow at Matthias which seemed to be enough to get the man to speak. And the topic was Charlemagne. Johannes wished he could say he was surprised that Matthias was asking about the Frenchman, but he wasn’t. It was something Johannes had expected since Charlemagne was injured.
Taking a sip of his whiskey Johannes took a moment to form his words. Johannes was rather eloquent when it came to his work or the family business, it was when he spoke of love or emotions that his words seemed to fail the most.
“You would be correct in saying that there is something between Charlemagne and I that isn’t just sex. Our relationship is still in its infancy and we haven’t discussed it, but I do find myself caring for him,” Johannes admitted as he took a moment to just stare at the whiskey in his hand. Charlemagne was needing as Matthias had called it. “I am not having second thoughts about pursuing Charlemagne. I am just simply…” Johannes paused a moment trying to think of how to say what he was feeling. “stuck? All my previous relationships haven’t been like this. I think the most affection Leopold showed to me was when he would rest his hand at the small of my back. Now that I am thinking back on it, I think all other contact and affection was reserved for our intimate moments.” Johannes shook his head at that thought and took another sip of whiskey. If it had been anyone else asking these questions Johannes would have said nothing, but this was Matthias, his unofficial therapist and best friend who wanted to know about his love life so he would keep trekking forward. “I do not think the affection bothers me. When Charlemagne would curl up against me, I was happy with his presence. I just never think to initiate contact and I do not want sex to be the foundation of our relationship. I do, however, worry that I won’t make Charlemagne happy. As you said Charlemagne is needing and I fear I won’t be able to give him what he wants. Which is why I haven’t mentioned my fledgling relationship.”
Johannes wanted a long-term relationship where the relationship wasn’t built on sex. He wanted to find a partner to live out the rest of his days with and have people unwittingly acknowledge his relationship by calling him and his partner greatest of friends and other terms that really meant they were gay. He wanted someone to be there while the kids grew up and be another parent to them because his partner wanted to. Johannes didn’t want countless flings where any hard surface was an acceptable place to fuck and the person to walk out right after. He also didn’t want a relationship where his partner pretended his kids didn’t exist. Now Johannes did know what he wanted was hard to find, but he could see Charlemagne being the one. Charlemagne, despite their brand-new relationship, treated the kids with a kindness that is rare, and Johannes really did like the man. Johannes would forsake his own home if that meant staying with Charlemagne.
Johannes didn’t want to go to this party. Freiherr Von Wächter had demanded Johannes presence because his father-in-law did not want to go and was delegating this duty to Johannes. The only good thing about the party was that Freiherr Sierakowski had to return to Budapest and Anne had left with him. This meant Johannes wouldn’t have to entertain the lady. The bad parts, however, were numerous. In the last letter Johannes had received from Charlemagne he was informed that he wouldn’t be seeing the other man. That information alone had ruined Johannes day since it had been so long since he had seen Charlemagne. The letters, while loved, had cause Johannes to miss Charlemagne so fiercely that Johannes was purposely volunteering to go in the palace to deliver letters for the queen or to Comte de Mercy-Argenteau when he was with the queen. So far all of his attempts were in vain and he hadn’t seen Charlemagne since the injury.
With a glass of wine in Johannes’ hands he made his rounds around the room. Johannes was not a social creature. He preferred being at home, book in hand, and his kids snuggled up to him. Parties like these were a drain on Johannes but his upbringing had taught him how to go through these event as if they weren’t torture. The tricks he learned was to float about the groups, finding people he could tolerate, until the party ended.
He was with a group of French noblemen, whose names escaped Johannes mind, when he saw her. While Johannes was not attracted to women, he wasn’t blind and was willing to admit that this woman was beautiful. There was something about her that Johannes couldn’t fully place, and it was in the face. She looked painfully familiar, but Johannes just couldn’t place where he had seen her before.
It seemed that his staring was noticed because the woman was approaching him with two glasses of wine in her hands. He carefully sat his empty glass down upon the table before she came over and offered the glass. “Thank you, My Lady,” he said as he accepted the glass. With her this close he could really spend some time examining her face. What make up she wore was well done and not smeared on like some of the other ladies in the room. She somewhat looked like Charlemagne, there was something in her features that reminded Johannes of the man he was trying to court. Maybe she was a family member of Charlemagne’s such as a sister or cousin? Or maybe it was just Johannes’ longing to see Charlemagne that made him think that Charlotte and Charlemagne shared some features. Either way he decided that he wouldn’t try to skirt away from Charlotte’s attention like he tended to do.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Charlotte,” He said with a small bow, “I’m Johannes von Hügel.” At random meetings like these Johannes tended to drop his family’s title. Saying he was a Baron created an assumption that wasn’t fully correct. Was his family Barons? Yes. Was Johannes considered one? Yes, because the title was applied to all his Father’s children. Would he receive any of the land that made them Barons? No. His son was also not styled as Johannes Freiherr von Hügel II, because the title did not trickle down to him. Explaining that he wasn’t a Baron in the traditional sense was tiresome, so Johannes tended to not mention it. That didn’t stop his companions from saying something.
A few of the men had been leering at Charlotte, before one of them spoke up. “Excuse me Baron,” One of the men said as he inserted himself between Johannes and Charlotte, “I am Claude Henri, comte de Pontécoulant.”
Johannes was pretty certain that the Comte was married, and his wife was pregnant which would make Johannes nose scrunch up in disgust if it wasn’t for the fact they were in public. So instead Johannes did the one thing he could do. With the music having stopped moments ago and the orchestra about to start another piece Johannes manage to give his wine to Claude while not taking his eyes off of Charlotte. “May I have this dance, Lady Charlotte?”
Meanwhile Claude looked shocked at the audacity of Johannes while Johannes was okay with that.
[center Charlemagne watched Johannes carefully as the other seemingly tried to bribe him with affections in exchange for good behavior. [#900 “I am just thinking about loud here, but I believe that you should offer cuddling, period.”] the Frenchman shrugged. [#900 “I don’t know about you, Johannes. But I just like touching others and being touched in return.”] Charlie added before turning his attention back to the food as Johannes went to write the letter he needed to at his desk. Out of his peripheral vision, Charlemagne saw when Johannes moved away from his desk. However, Charlie also noticed how he stood in one spot for a bit longer than expected. Looking up from the remainder of the breakfast platter he found himself arching a brow at the Austrian man he caught staring. Charlemagne did not say a word, though. Instead, he just shot a wink and an accompanying kiss Johannes’ way. If the man was not going to sleep with him any time soon, then Charlie was going to have to express his affections in other ways in the meantime.]
[center After a few days of being meticulously looked after at Johannes’ home by Matthias, Charlie had been allowed to go back to work at the French palace. Realistically, Charlie’s bruises were going to take weeks to fully dissipate, but the doctor made sure that the Frenchman could walk around and otherwise perform his duties with minimal impairment. The King and Queen were not all that happy about Charlie’s situation, but the combination of Maximilian, Matthias, and Johannes’ letters quelled their frustrations enough to not outright fire him after his first day of absence. The chef was immensely grateful for this, honestly, and had made a point to make sure the meals were nothing short of absolute perfection as his way to apologize to the royal family.]
[center And while Charlemagne was thrilled to be able to get back to work, he was less than pleased about having to leave Johannes’ home when Matthias finally gave him an ‘all clear’. He had enjoyed bundling up in bed with Johannes, occasionally getting invaded by the Austrian’s children. This had not fazed Charlie in the slightest. He adored children and felt like Johannes’ kids made his predicament of being injured a little less shitty. Charlemagne also made a point of consistently writing the Austrian man sweet love letters to linger on. With every letter Charlie signed off on it with as much love as he could muster before packing it in a sleek envelope with a delicate spritz of his favorite parfum. Charlie wanted to love the other man. But he also wanted to tease Johannes. To seduce. He wanted Johannes to have to deal with an overwhelming sense of yearning that made him [i squirm]. If Johannes was going to hold back like he did, then Charlemagne was going to make it as painful as possible if he had any say about it.]
[center At Johannes’ home, though, Matthias requested to sit down with the other man a day or so after Charlie’s departure. It had been later into the night because Matt did not want to worry too much about the children interrupting these discussions, although Matthias was ready for that just in case. For said meetings with Johannes, Matt made sure to bring over a fine cask of whiskey to share. Having stoked a fire in one of the sitting rooms Matthias carefully poured two glasses of the whiskey. He set Johannes’ glass upon the table before taking a seat on the couch next to it. Matthias was very curious, thus he stared at Johannes for a solid minute while sipping his whiskey. He was mostly wanting to know about what was going on with the other man and Charlemagne.]
[center [#12561c “I can only draw conclusions based on inferences, but I would like to know the true facts.”] the male mused, casually swirling his glass. [#12561c “It is very clear there is something with you and this Charlemagne character. But, knowing you and hearing Charlemagne bitch, it’s not just for sex.”] Matthias hummed with intrigue. It was funny just how much reservation Johannes had with his partners, but Matt knew he couldn’t say much. Usually he was out and sleeping around because he could. But after finding his Vincent in Switzerland, Matthias had to control himself so much more than he was used to. [#12561c “So, what is going on? You have not said too much, which is interesting to me. Are you having second thoughts? Charlemagne is quite… needing. Does this bother you?”] He didn’t even mean it in a rude way either. Matthias figured that was the most likely reason, although it wasn’t the only one. And he knew that his assumptions could be entirely wrong too. [#12561c “I’m just curious, that’s all.”]]
[center It felt like that it was not very long after Charlemagne’s return to work that the palace was hosting yet another soiree. Charlie had last track of how many parties there were a very long time ago. He thought that it was far too much, but whatever the royal family wanted, they got it. However, Charlemagne was [i not] ready for the virtually back breaking work that went into catering for such a large-scale event. Instead, he relegated his other kitchen staff to carry out his pre-planned directions. In all honesty, Charlie had just wanted to attend the party for once instead of being one of the people who was behind the scenes for a majority of the event. It wasn’t often that he got the opportunity to do so, but Charlie was quite excited. The only downside of the arrangement was trying to decide if he wanted to attend as himself or as [i Charlotte].]
[center People close to Charlemagne knew that he had a lovely female alter ego name Charlotte. He was not able to dress as Charlotte as often as he would have liked, but the evening’s soiree was better than never. It took extra time and effort, though, to dress and primp himself up accordingly. But that was what Charlie enjoyed about being Charlotte. The process was soothing in a way, minus the borderline torturous waist cinching of lacing corsets. But Charlie took great pleasure in just being able to be beautiful and express the elegance of femininity that he found so alluring about women. There was something bewitching and powerful about the female form and Charlemagne was always tickled pink to be able to have that for himself as Charlotte despite it only being temporary. Everything was a delicate affair to prep and put on, from clothing to makeup. For himself, Charlie greatly preferred softer, natural makeup as Charlotte purely to avoid looking garish and unappealing. Considering this, Charlie made sure he wore an appropriate dress of the occasion and accessorized accordingly.]
[center And at the party Charlotte felt like she was having quite a nice time, all things considered. Of course, a lot of the people were quite snobbish, but she appreciated being able to dance and mingle with people so care-free. To those at the party she was Lady Charlotte of Bordeaux. It was quite funny to have people try to guess who her family was, but since Charlotte was but and alter ego, she was purposely vague although she had plenty of stories to entertain with. At one-point Charlotte found herself standing and chatting with a small group of women, all of them sharing their gossips whilst fanning themselves. The one benefit of having worked plenty of parties before is that Charlie could use all of the gossip he acquired to better blend in with the other women when dressed as Charlotte.]
[center But Charlotte spotted Johannes, who was not all that far away. For a minute, Charlotte contemplated if she should approach Johannes under such circumstances. Ultimately, she didn’t see anything wrong with some socialization, thus excused herself from her gossiping posse to grab wine for herself and Johannes. Trying to hide all hints of a smirk, Charlotte approached Johannes to offer him the wine before delivering a kind curtsey. [#900 “I am sorry to be bothering you so suddenly. But I couldn’t help but notice you and thought that I just had to introduce myself. I’m Lady Charlotte.”] Her smile was quite bright, but that was entirely because Charlie was entirely too giddy to be sneaky like this. Would Johannes recognize him? How would he react? These were all questions in the back of Charlotte’s head, but she was not all that concerned since her attire was quite convincing so far. [#900 “And who might you be?...”]]
Johannes let Charlemagne’s comment about food presentation go in favor of sipping at the hot tea. He may hate the Ottoman Empire, but he was grateful that their failures brought coffee to Vienna. The few sips he had managed so far was warming Johannes belly an easing Johannes into a happiness that could only be achieved by fulfilling his coffee addiction.
As Charlemagne began to explain his predicament Johannes couldn’t help but agree with the man. There was no way out of bed rest especially with Matthias as the doctor. As Johannes placed his mug back down on the tray so he can take the offered pastry, he said, “While I am sure you are a splendid dueler between your back and Mathias own skills I don’t think it would last long. Sadly, I don’t even think the duel would make it in any books though when your back is healed I wouldn’t mind watching that much fairer duel.” Johannes took the pastry from Charlemagne and took a bite.
“You do not need to apologize Charlemagne. I was concerned about your injuries and less over the commotion. Tibor lives for chaos and commotion; I think it is the pirate in him.” Johannes grabbed a piece of meat and was enjoying his food until Charlemagne had to suggest some rather sinful things that Johannes wasn’t opposed to. He was just not expecting such a comment from Charlemagne, causing him to choke on his food. Johannes looked away as he coughed, a blush crossing his face. Charlemagne was going to be the death of him.
When Johannes finally could manage to speak was when Charlemagne mentioned Matthias’ threat, a small smile found its way on his lips. That was a punishment that his friend would actually carry out. Matthias was a sweet, almost carefree, guy but he was not to be messed with. His words were law and Johannes had learned that the hard way. Johannes also knew that Matthias didn’t think Johannes to be the threat. Johannes had admitted to the other man many months ago, while drunk, that he always had a problem making the first moves. Johannes could court someone for days but the moment it got physical, while Johannes wasn’t opposed to the actions, he wasn’t the one to make the first move. This hesitance could be from countless things like Johannes Catholic upbringing, to the fact that Johannes didn’t have the most affectionate household. So, Matthias knew who the real threat was. “Charlemagne… he knows you are the real threat here. Like you said, I am not the threat.”
Johannes finished up the food he had in hand before returning to his coffee. Charlemagne had to ask the dreaded question on why Johannes was making this handsome man wait. Johannes could go into the real reasons, but Johannes didn’t want to go down that dark a depressing road with such a new relationship. “Because I am Catholic and us Catholics like to suffer by denying ourselves.” His response wasn’t too far off the mark from the truth.
“I need to write to Freiherr Von Wächter to inform him that I won’t be able to come into the embassy today. I doubt he will have much to say about my absence so I should be free all day. What entertainment I can offer you is chess, or my horrible poker skills, a wide variety of books, and if you are very good and don’t get me in trouble with Matthias, I may even offer some cuddling.” Johannes was pretty sure at some point of the day the kids would be invading the room. Maria tended to get fussy by noon and when Johannes was home, he tried to care for her. With Maria also came Johannes’ son who would tend to just play on the floor, content to just be near his family. With the kids having a busy morning they probably wouldn’t see them until afternoon.
Johannes stood up and made his way to the desk he had utilized the previous night. Unlike the Queen’s letter, the letter that his father-in-law received had been quick, concise, and completely in German. All it said was that Johannes was hosting an injured friend and will be back to work when his friend felt better. Very little thought went into this letter, so it took him a minute to write it. As he waited for the ink to dry, he turned his attention back to Charlemagne, openly appreciating the man. The Frenchman looked so handsome. Johannes didn’t understand how he for lucky enough to be in the presence of this man. Johannes also was making a note to get Charlemagne a silk nightshirt because he just looked gorgeous in it.
[center Charlie felt gross and knew that he probably looked like a pitiful piece of trash in that moment. He swept his hair over to the side as he relaxed into the bed and pillows. Although it felt like his back wanted to pop anywhere and everywhere Charlie had to admit that the bed was very comfortable. It was likely his only saving grace, honestly. Well, that and Johannes’ nightgown that Matthias had instructed him to wear. The material was quite smooth. Silk, perhaps? It was a funny thought, such a steely looking man indulging in something so extravagant. But why wouldn’t Johannes do that? He was literally a part of the nobility. The man could probably do just about whatever he wanted. At least that is how Charlemagne perceived the upper class from any nation. Because it did not appear that the Austro-Hungarians were no different than French high society in the sense that they enjoyed their privileges whenever possible. [#900 [i ‘Restrained, my ass.’]] Charlie rolled his eyes. Nobility really did not differ between empires and kingdoms.]
[center The Frenchman then peered from under the billowy sleeve of the nightgown when he heard the door open again. At first, he thought it was Matthias. Charlemagne knew that the doctor meant well and was only doing his job, but Charlie really did not want to see him more than he had to in that moment. But to Charlemagne’s surprise it was Johannes! The man’s expression was soft but appeared to be bordering on exasperation and embarrassment. Carefully, Charlie propped himself up into a sitting position to inspect the platter that Johannes brought along with him. [#900 “The last thing I really care about right now is food presentation, Johannes.”] the man admitted. Sometimes simplicity won over decadence. However, Charlemagne was not too sure of his own person appetite. But he did feel that it would be best that he tries to eat something even if it were sparsely so.]
[center Otherwise Charlemagne was quiet, occasionally picking at most the grapes and eggs. His dark gaze then looked up at Johannes when he mentioned Matthias. [#900 “Apparently I am not to leave this room, hence the guards outside the door.”] Charlie shook his head. God, it was thoroughly embarrassing to be relegated to bedrest like this! [#900 “There is definitely no way I could fight my way out of that one.”] the Frenchman managed a small chuckle. As confrontational as he could be, Charlemagne could at least gauge when he was at a less than desirable disadvantage. [#900 “Although that would certainly be a duel for the books, huh?”] the man sighed before taking a pastry and tearing it into two pieces, offering Johannes a half. [#900 “I’m sorry about making a commotion in your house.”] Charlie said, quiet. He did feel bad for Johannes. Although he would never be remorseful about telling Tibor to fuck off. [#900 “Although I’ve had my scuffles with Spanish pirates all over the Iberian Peninsula. Tibor is of no concern to me. The English too. If the English Navy does not faze me, neither will he.”] the man took a moment to scoff. While Charlie himself had never participated in piracy, he did protect his family’s wine trade with his life. Business was important, and their winery was everything to the Marquis family.]
[center [#900 “And I didn’t mean to snap at you like that in the kitchen… But make no mistake I am no wife.”] Charlie asserted, trying to straighten out his posture. [#900 “Unless you somehow decided to use me like one.”] he added before winking at Johannes. Eating his half of the pastry Charlie contemplated what it was that they could do in the meantime without Matthias losing his mind. [#900 “He did mention no nefarious activities, which is a mood killer. He said he’d ban you to another room, like you’re a threat.”] Charlemagne mentioned facetiously. With how conservatively Johannes acted, Charlie believed that it would have been him that was the ‘threat’ since the Austrian had continuously denied him. [#900 “But I don’t think that completely rules out kissing and caresses? There is no way he’s [i that] unreasonable.”] the Frenchman smirked. [#900 “Because I yearn for nothing but your touch, Johannes. Why must you make me wait?”] he was honestly just messing with Johannes, but Charlie genuinely was an affectionate person. He enjoyed touching other people, and feeling their touch upon himself.]
[center [#900 “So what do you suggest we do since I’m apparently on lockdown like a child?...”]]
Johannes was not expecting Charlemagne to snap at him. What Johannes had said was true. The man had been injured and Matthias, the doctor in charge of Charlemagne’s care, hadn’t even seen to the other man. Johannes, however, did not take offense from Charlemagne’s words. He could understand the frustrations of being injured and out of one’s element. So, instead of returning the favor and snapping at Charlemagne, Johannes let out a soft, “You are injured. That is why I am concerned about you being out of bed.”
Charlemagne continued to explain that he was looking for food and upon finding kitchen was promptly being verbally abused. Johannes wished he could say that his staff would do no such thing but it was right up Tibor’s alley, The larger Hungarian man didn’t like his domain invaded, especially by strangers, and as an ex-pirate the man’s manners were more or less nonexistent. In all honesty Charlemagne was just lucky that Tibor didn’t throw a knife at him. Tibor had done that once in anger when a guest had taken it upon themselves to complain about the quality of his cooking.
Before Johannes could say anything, in an attempt to salvage the situation, Tibor decided to open his big fat dumb mouth. Johannes didn’t even catch what the man said but the tone was enough to realize it wasn’t anything good. Charlemagne seemed to come to the same conclusion because soon the smaller male was bac at it again. Yelling filled the kitchen and rattled in Johannes brain. By the end of this shitshow Johannes was going to have an impressive headache.
Johannes decided to take a moment for himself, before he separated Charlemagne and Tibor, yet it became completely unnecessary with Matthias’ appearance. For a whole second Johannes had hope that this incident would end with no issues and Matthias wouldn’t be furious. That feeling was killed the moment Johannes saw the look on the doctor’s face. There were three people in Johannes household the people should not piss off. Matthias and Hans were the two that’s anger hurt the most while Tibor was just more likely to get physical. Between Matthias and Hans, Matthias’ anger hurt the most to Johannes and he knew that he was going to be at the receiving end of it.
They didn’t even need to wait a whole minute for everything to go to shit. One moment Charlemagne is unarmed, the next Matthias is taking the knife and putting it in the cutting board. Matthias was officially done with the shenanigans. All three of them were called out, but Johannes’ verbal lashing hurt the most. He flinched at Matthias telling him to learn how to deal with his staff and to grow a backbone. Johannes also couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment from such a talking down to in front of a man that he had been trying to court. His embarrassment only continued when Charlemagne was thrown over Matthias’ shoulders and Johannes was, not so kindly, to move. Of course Johannes stepped out of the way and let Matthias take Charlemagne bac to the room.
Once the two males were gone the kitchen was left in an awkward silence for a few minutes. Only once Johannes was able to shove his embarrassment into the mental closet where he kept most of his “unsavory” emotions did he break the silence. “We will talk later about how you treat guests, Tibor. Prepare breakfast for Charlemagne and myself as well as coffee an tea,” He calmly said as he spun on his heel.
Instead of going to Charlemagne right away Johannes went and checked on his children. Maria was full, clean and happy while Johannes Jr was a little bit grumpy. Sadly, Johannes couldn’t hide out with them in their room because they were on their way out to have breakfast with one of Johannes Jr’s friend’s family before playing. Johannes was at least able to kill some time until he returned to the kitchen where Tibor was putting the last of the food on the tray. Breakfast consisted of bread, cold ham slices, boiled eggs, grapes, and some pastries. It wasn’t anything fancy and didn’t require a whole lot of skill to create but Johannes had never been big about pulling out the stops for breakfast.
Johannes took the tray with a small thanks grunted out before going up the stairs and to his room. When he arrived Matthias was gone, leaving only the awkward air between Johannes and Charlemagne. Both of their prides had taken a beating and Johannes was going to pretend it never happened. “I brought breakfast. It isn’t anything amazing though that is mostly my fault. I’m not very invested in breakfast so Tibor just put down what I normally eat. I can have him make you something else if you want me to,” Johannes said as he brought the tray to the bed and laid it down next to Charlemagne while taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
From his position he could pick at the food while easily talk to Charlemange. Food, however, was not the first thing on Johannes mind. Coffee, sweet, bitter, and delicious coffee was the first thing on Johannes mind which led him to pick up one of he glasses and carefully take a sip out of it. “I take it Matthias has confined you to bed,” Johannes began, knowing that they needed to talk about what happened but as Matthias Said, Johannes didn’t have a backbone so this conversation was going to be like pulling teeth.
[center Charlemagne did not even hear the doors to the kitchen open because he was busy telling Tibor to [i ‘go fuck a chicken with your burnt shrimp dick’]. There came a point where Charlie was going off strictly in just French, even the comment about violating a poor chicken. The yelling kept on going back and forth, although it was essentially between just Tibor and Charlemagne. The rest of the kitchen staff had merely stared at the two men borderline threatening to skin each other alive. The collective gaze of the kitchen staff shifted, though, when Johannes suddenly arrived. They figured that he had been alerted to the argument in the kitchen by other estate staff members.]
[center The Frenchman had turned around, though, and spotted Johannes standing there in all of his fresh out of bed disheveled glory. Charlie had paused for a minute blinking, staring at Johannes. He then found himself looking back and forth between Johannes and Tibor. Charlemagne could not understand a lick of what they were saying to each other, though. The man heaved a sigh, making a hand gesture at Tibor to go up one. But Charlie’s exasperated demeanor had then directed itself towards Johannes. This morning was just not shaping up well at all! [#900 “You’re telling [i me] that I shouldn’t be out of bed yet? Who am I to you? Your wife???”] Charlemagne crossed his arms. He was just mad as hell at Tibor. [#900 “I woke up feeling hungry and I figured I could make some breakfast so you wouldn’t be bothered. Then I walk in here and this [i asshole],”] Charlie began as he pointed at Tibor, [#900 “Told me to piss off out of his kitchen! So naturally I told him to go shove his head in a stone oven and now here we are. A total fucking disaster!”]]
[center Charlie inhaled deeply before he had heard another snide quip from Tibor, which then restarted the whole cycle of a shitshow that this kitchen had turned into. Charlemagne was just so pissed off by Tibor’s arrogance, that he had ignored the injuries his back sustained the night before at the café. In the moment he had completely forgotten about them and only cared about defending his own personal honor since Tibor wanted to be an instigative prick. God did Charlie already hate the other man with a fiery passion! And this only fueled the argument between the two. And as they continued with their screaming match of hideous insults, Matthias slipped into the kitchen, having heard the commotion from all the way down the hall. The doctor was horribly confused at the sight and at how Charlemagne was not doubled over in pain like he had been the evening prior.]
[center Matthias looked at Johannes for answers, having also just rolled out of bed at the request of one of the maids who came to him with her concerns about the commotion in the kitchen. But clearly nothing was being done to resolve the problem. With a furrowed brow of pure aggravation Matthias put himself in front of Charlie so he could not try to get in Tibor’s face anymore than he already had. Unfortunately for Charlemagne, he had the audacity to try to sidestep around Matthias. And practically being a mountain in height, Matthias easily blocked Charlie’s motion and even pushed him back a little since he was clearly not calming down anytime soon. It was then that Charlemagne scooped up a freshly sharpened kitchen knife and pointed it at Matthias to try and get him to move the hell out of the way.]
[center Anyone who knew Matthias knew that he was usually a calm, reserved man who was not an advocate for trouble. But it was also well known that Matthias had a very short fuse for nonsense. Without a second thought, Matthias swiped the knife from Charlemagne’s possession and swiftly planted the blade into the wooden cutting board on the counter beside them. The taller man’s expression was deadly serious which seemed to throw off Charlie a bit. Matthias glared at the Frenchman pretty harshly before saying, [b “[i You] will shut your mouth.,”] before turning to point at Tibor, [b “And [i you] will cut out your bullshit.”] Matthias then looked back to Charlie before locking eyes with Johannes. [b “And [i you] will grow a backbone and figure out how to direct your own staff.”]]
[center Charlie then moved like he was about to say something before Matthias closed his eyes for just a moment, praying to God to give him the patience, before moving to toss Charlemagne over his shoulder. This was humiliating in Charlie’s mind. But also excruciating as it jostled his back more than anything. But if this was how Charlemagne decided to act, then this was the consequence he would receive. [b [i “Out of our way, Johannes.”]] Matthias demanded plainly as he carried Charlie out of the kitchen. Saying that Matthias was pissed off was clearly an understatement.]
[center But Matthias carried Charlemagne is dead silence back to Johannes room before setting the smaller man back on his feet. But Charlie did not dare to move at that point as Matthias went to rifle around in the room’s closet. Having pulled out one of Johannes’ sleeping gowns the doctor ordered Charlie to strip down and dress properly for bed. Initially Charlemagne protested because he did not want to be naked in front of Matthias. But did the doctor care about that? [i Absolutely not]. While he was angry at the childishness of the whole situation, Matthias still cared about Charlie as a patient. He was still quite injured and had no business being out of bed like that. After short insistence Charlie, red in the face form embarrassment, stripped down and changed into the sleeping gown he was given. Shortly thereafter Matthias made sure that Charlemagne was promptly put back into bed regardless if the other man wanted to be there or not.]
[center After ensuring that everything was right again, Matthias left the room to assign butlers outside of the door. He had given them the instructions to make sure that Charlie did not leave that room under any circumstances. Matthias then went about his daily list of duties. There was just way too much to do that day for something like the kitchen squabble to happen. The man really did not have patience for that at all. But it was resolved for the time being. And if anyone had a problem with him then they can personally take it up with Matthias. Although the doctor really could not be bothered at that point to care about their idiotic qualms.]
[center In the bedroom Charlemagne indignantly lied again in Johannes' bed. None of this was any fun and now his body was becoming sore once again as the energy from the argument wore away. Developing a headache, Charlie draped an arm over his face. He was embarrassed and humiliated. To have his pride kicked down in such a way in front of Johannes? It felt horrible. He must have looked like the most ridiculous fool. On some level, Charlie wished he could just sink into the bed and temporarily disappear. He did not want to be seen like this. But what choice did he have?...]
Johannes never sought a partner out for something as simple as sex. The few men he had sought out had all been with the intention of becoming something more than a one-night stand. Johannes never expected forever with these men, but he did hope for months and years with every single one of his bed partners. He had the same feeling for Charlemagne. He wanted a relationship that wasn’t built solely on the foundation of sex or lust which was why Johannes was so insistent on this courting and dodging Charlemagne’s advances. And Charlemagne almost made Johannes break down and put everything on the table. The way Charlemagne looked at Maria, not in disgust but adoration, melted Johannes heart. Never before did he think he would find a man so openly accepting of his children. Even men who were normal seemed to have a dislike for Children being seen and heard.
Not Charlemagne though. Defying all odds Charlemagne turned his attention to Maria and looked upon her with true kindness. While Charlemagne looked upon Maria, Johannes looked upon the other male with his own brand of awe and adoration. He actually wanted a forever with this man. Two dates in and knew that months or years wouldn’t be enough. No, he wanted a lifetime or two to be with Charlemagne. This handsome Frenchman who was kind, intelligent, and a pure sin had officially won Johannes over.
“I would have never sent her back. No one here would have gotten any sleep from her screaming plus I do love her despite her best attempts to gross me out,” He softly said as he pulled his gaze away from Charlemagne to look at the little bundle of joy sleeping away on his chest. She was cute when she wasn’t screaming her little head off or getting poop all over herself.
Feeling a kiss to his shoulder Johannes looked away from his little demon and at Charlemagne. He longed to roll over and press a kiss to Charlemagne’s lips but the slight weight on his chest made it impossible. If Johannes moved too much she would wake up and be grouchy, something Johannes didn’t want to deal with. So, instead Johannes settled with Charlemagne’s kiss to his shoulder, a faint smile finding it way on his lips. “Good night,” He softly replied as he settled in for the night.
Johannes slept like the dead. The odd warmth to his side did not bother him and Maria had been content to sleep through the night. It was only after Charlemagne had left the bed did Maria stir. When Maria was fully awake, and ready to start her day, she let out an ear piercing cry which woke Johannes from a dead sleep.
“Maria,” he groggily said as he opened his eyes to peer at the crying baby. It took a few seconds for him to figure out what she wanted, and the smell to creep up. Hungry and wet. Sadly, Johannes didn’t have any nappies for her in his room. The last having been used the previous night and were awaiting to be brought back up. Normally Johannes wouldn’t leave his bed in sleepwear but what Maria had released in her diapers was foul. Getting up from the bed he softly hushed his crying daughter as he slid a dressing gown and a pair of slippers before making his way downstairs.
The wet nurse was out of the children’s room the moment Johannes stepped foot in the hallway and was offering to take Maria right away, not even blinking at how rumpled Johannes looked.
“I can change her,” Johannes offered, hesitant to hand off his daughter just yet.
“I have it, Sir. There is some commotion in the kitchen that you should see to.” She simply said as she took the baby from Johannes arms and went back into the room.
Johannes sighed, but went to go check in on the kitchen, not putting two and two together and realizing that it would most likely be Charlemagne in the kitchen. To be exact Johannes had forgotten about Charlemagne staying the night especially since he had more pressing matter on his mind.
So groggily Johannes made his way to the kitchen only to hear a litany of curses in Hungarian, German, and French. He was still tired enough that it took him a moment to understand what was being said amongst the two parties or even figure out who was talking. It was only when he got closer did, he even remember that Charlemagne had stayed the night and of course the man found the kitchen. Johannes then came upon the horrible realization that Charlemagne was about to see him… like this. Johannes hadn’t yet shaved and his hair was standing up in some places. He looked like a mess compared to his normal put together self and for a short moment he considered turning tail and getting ready for Charlemagne. The only thing that kept him from not leaving was Tibor, his cook, loud booming voice calling Charlemagne a dick hat with no taste and has a whore mother who was sleeping with Satan. Which made Johannes really hope Charlemagne didn’t know Hungarian at all.
In fear that he did, and fear for Johannes’ household, he hurried up and burst into the kitchen to see a stand off.
Tibor was the first to see Johannes, arms crossed and a scowl marring his face. “Freiherr, please remove your man from my kitchen he knows nothing about cooking. He insulted paprika!”
Johannes just wanted to groan. It was too early for this. Of course Charlemagne would insult a central spice in Hungarian cooking and therefore insult a large group of people. “Charlemagne isn’t my man…yet and he does know a thing or two about cooking. He is the head chef for the king and queen,” Johannes replied back in Hungarian.
“That means nothing. The French have no appreciation for spices. They are bland people,” Tibor grumbled.
Johannes did everything in his power not to roll his eyes and instead turned to Charlemagne. “How are you feeling? You shouldn’t be out of bed yet. Matthias hasn’t even checked up on you.”
[center Charlemagne’s expression of pain and fear softened considerably when Johannes had taken his hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. The man couldn’t help but grip onto the other man’s hand just a little bit tighter. While Charlie knew Johannes was right beside him, he really did not want Johannes to let his hand go. But still, the Frenchman’s gazed begged the man to not let him go. However, Charlemagne understood that Johannes had to write the letter to the Queen about their predicament. Charlie hoped that God himself would have mercy on him and allow forgiveness to be granted by the royal family. Maybe even Maximilian could assist in explaining what had happened. The Queen would likely believe Max over anyone else relating to the situation that went down at the café.]
[center Johannes’ last kiss on the hand made Charlemagne heave a sigh, as painful as it was to do so. The man also appreciated how gentle the Austrian had been putting that same hand back down to rest on the bed. [#900 “I will hold you to your word.”] Charlemagne responded with a slight chuckle. He was certainly is no position to be persuading anybody to do anything. When Johannes turned to make way to the desk in the room, Charlie felt his body sink just a little bit further into the bed. The medicine was truly taking effect since he began to feel drowsy, Charlemagne yawning quietly. Despite being without a shirt now, thanks to Dr. Riedl’s examination, Charlemagne simply allowed his body to relax as much as it could on the sheets.]
[center It took a minute, though, to register what Johannes was doing. Charlie was just a second away from asking what the man was even doing because he clearly was not writing any letters. In response, the Frenchman had a furrowed brow as he just stared at the other man. Then for a split-second Charlie could feel his face flush slightly. [#900 “I can’t say this is what I imagined either. I pictured it as less one-sided and with a lot more debauchery.”] Charlie retorted before thinking for a moment. [#900 “You strike me as more of a leg man, anyways, so this makes sense regardless.”] the Frenchman couldn’t help but laugh, although that led to a forsaken coughing fit. After taking a minute to catch his breath again Charlie cursed for being injured in the first place. [#900 “I already didn’t have a shirt anyway. I don’t mind nudity, though. The pants can come off if you want them to. I can’t promise I’d be the most energetic, though.”] Even in recovery, Charlemagne was as audacious as he would have been under normal circumstances.]
[center When Johannes went to his desk to write the necessary letters Charlemagne found himself dozing in and out of consciousness. He was trying to battle sleep, but it was winning by quite a large margin. But Charlie did not want to go to sleep without ensuring Johannes was beside him. He had not been paying a whole lot of attention to the man when he himself changed into appropriate sleepwear. Charlemagne the tiredly watched as Johannes made his way out of the room, letters in hand. He heard Johannes speaking with another person in the hall. The Frenchman was confused, but too tired to really care all that much until Johannes walked back in while carrying a small infant!]
[center This captured Charlie’s attention almost immediately, the man feeling a pang in his heart. He had always had a very soft spot for babies, especially after his brother had his daughter. Charlie’s niece was his everything in the realm of children. He then gazed at the other man as he carefully got into bed with the baby on his chest. [#900 [i “Am I okay with Maria being here?”]] Charlemagne echoed, almost incredulous. [#900 “[i She’s your baby.] Of course, I’m okay with her being here, Johannes!”] his voice no higher than a whisper. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb the sleeping child. Going from looking at Johannes to Maria, Charlie was already smitten. [#900 “I would have been significantly more offended if you refused to bring her in.”] being honest, Charlie felt that it was the responsible thing to do. [#900 “She is absolutely precious.”] he added before glancing back at the sleeping Maria. [#900 “Get all the sleep you need, petite fille.”] Charlie softly said, lovingly even.]
[center He then tried to move his body over as much as it would allow him to get closer to Johannes. As much as Charlie wanted to kiss the man goodnight, he settled for bestowing the kiss upon Johannes’ shoulder. [#900 “You too. You need to rest as well.”] Charlemagne mumbled before finally drifting off to sleep himself. He felt comfortable, warm, and safe. And he couldn’t thank Johannes more for that.]
[center Throughout the night Charlemagne slept like a rock, not moving a single inch. Waking up, though, was not as pleasant. Charlie’s body was [i sore]. It definitely did not hurt as bad as last night, but the man winced as he tried to stretch the drowsiness away. Compelled by habit, Charlemagne rubbed his eyes and carefully shimmied himself out of bed to avoid waking up Johannes and Maria. Charlie just knew that his bruises were going to be nasty for a while. But the man forced himself upright to at least compose himself enough to walk out of the room. He wanted to find the kitchen, but where was it? Charlie was still drowsy and bleary-eyed from his night’s sleep. So, lazily he wandered around the estate. He had passed by a few people, but most of them had been speaking Hungarian from the sounds of it. At least that is what it sounded like to Charlie. He had such little experience with the Austro-Hungarians that he had to focus extra hard to understand their German. But Charlie was hopeless with Hungarian. He did not know a single word!]
[center Eventually Charlemagne did begin to smell pungent spices as he walked along an open hallway, figuring he was finally nearing the kitchen. But when he walked in all he saw was the kitchen staff stopping to stare at him and shouting at him in Hungarian. They were wondering who he was, but Charlemagne had no idea on how to respond! The man Charlie assumed to be the head chef kept on shooting rapid fire Hungarian at him, and in response Charlemagne responded in what became equally annoyed French. Then one of the staff said something in German about French arrogance. That really ticked Charlie off! While the French and Hungarian were already explosive enough, the German getting thrown in brought it to a whole new level. Constant piss-taking out of one another and defensive protectiveness of their equally sized egos and prides.]
[center [#900 “There is no way that Hungarian cuisine can be better! You clearly don’t understand the complexities of flavor and how to manipulate them to your will!”] Charlie exclaimed, aghast that someone truly thought that there was cooking out there better than what his country had! [#900 “You might as well just stick your face into a fire with all of those peppers! You cannot even enjoy what you’re eating because you might as well just be acquainting your mouth with the pits of Hell.”] the man rolled his eyes heavily. It just made no sense! He didn’t even care if this man was clearly his senior. Pride and honor were at stake! And Charlemagne was not about to let someone just trample all over it…]
The carriage ride was making Johannes nervous. He knew that Charlemagne was in pain and the umps in the road couldn’t be helping at all. Sadly, this was the fastest route to get Charlemagne the help he needed. There was something that Johannes hadn’t even thought about and that was Charlemagne’s job. Royalty was rarely known for being understanding and in this economy, everyone needed to hold onto their jobs as tightly as possible. The only problem was that Charlemagne was not in a good shape to go back and work. Charlemagne was holding onto Johannes’ arm like his life depended on it. There was absolutely no way that Johannes would be letting Charlemagne leave. If the King and Queen did fire Charlemagne then he would offer Charlemagne up a job or even find one for him if need be, but he wasn’t letting Charlemagne leave without Matthias checking on him.
“Charlemagne,” Johannes softly began. He reached up to the hand that was tightly gripping onto his own arm and stoke Charlemagne’s fingers. “I’ll send the Queen a letter. There is no guarantee that she will care for what I have to say, but it is worth a try. What is more important is that we get you help.” Johannes hoped that his wife’s friendship and dedication to the now Queen would at least let Johannes put his foot in the door and get her ear. Worst case Johannes would use underhanded methods and use his kids, the kids that the Queen had demanded to see upon birth, to get her to listen.
Thankfully, they pulled up to Johannes home and Hans was instantly out and opening the door for them. Hans only needed to look at the sorry state that Charlemagne was in to say he was getting Matthias and spinning on his heel to get the family doctor.
The wait wasn’t long and soon Matthias was approaching the carriage. “It isn’t me,” Johannes quickly assured, hoping to alleviate any concern his friend and doctor had. Not that it helped Johannes. He was hopelessly worried about Charlemagne. Once Charlemagne was extracted from the carriage Johannes followed, leaving Hans to pay for the carriage.
“I’ll tell you the story later,” Johannes said after Charlemagne pitiful attempt to explain what happened. All Johannes really cared about was Charlemagne getting check out as soon as possible and it seemed lie Matthias agreed because soon enough they were making there way to Johannes room. A small smile twitching on his lips and Charlemagne glared at him and told him not to leave. “Don’t worry, ‘ll be in the room with you,” Johannes replied, leading Charlemagne to his bed.
While Johannes had plans on Charlemagne being in his bed this wasn’t the situation Johannes had imagined. He would court Charlemagne until the man was frustrated and finally demanded that Johannes bed him. Johannes would happily oblige, sweeping up Charlemagne, and taking him to his room where he would utterly destroy the smaller male. After there time rolling around the bed Johannes and Charlemagne would cuddle, and everything would be great. Too bad some idiots had to ruin everything and Charlemagne’s first time in Johannes home and bed was not going to end in anything spectacular.
Johannes took a few steps back, giving Matthias free reign to loo over Charlemagne. The whole time Johannes did his best to keep his face impassive, knowing that his worry wouldn’t help Charlemagne. Hs efforts weren’t that great, and his concern shone in his eyes and posture as he catalogued every bruise. Thankfully, Matthias was there to help Charlemagne and soon he was passing Charlemagne a tea that Johannes knew from experience tasted horrendous. “Thank you, Matthias,” He said as he finally began to hover over the side of the bed.
Once Charlemagne took his tea Matthias took his leave, leaving the two of them alone. Johannes heart even broke a little as Charlemagne reached out to him, asking him to lay down with him. Johannes had planned on sleeping in a chair, but he really couldn’t deny Charlemagne this little request. Taking Charlemagne’s hand Johannes pressed a chaste kiss to it. “Give me a few minutes to write that letter and then I will lay down with you,” Johannes gently said, needing to at least get the letter to the Queen done in hopes of ensuring Charlemagne’s job.
Pressing one last kiss to Charlemagne’s hand he laid it down on the bed and moved away. As he took a moment to look over Charlemagne he noticed that his shoes were on and so were his stockings. While neither bothered Johannes, especially since Charlemagne was in pain, he doubted he would be comfortable. At least Johannes wasn’t when he had occasionally fallen asleep in feel dress. Going to the foot of the bed Johannes took off Charlemagne’s shoes before deciding to remove his stockings as well. “This isn’t how I imagined I would be undressing you,” Johannes light heartedly said as undid the bottom buttons of Charlemagne’s breeches so that he could remove the man’s stockings. Once the leg of the pants were open Johannes gently removed the white stockings, exposing Charlemagne’s beautiful legs. Johannes had to stop himself from thinking about what Charlemagne would look without his breeches and instead carefully laid the stockings down next to Charlemagne’s shoes.
With some of Charlemagne’s comfort seen to Johannes went over to the desk and true to his words it only took him a handful of minutes to compose the two letters he needed to write. Maximillian’s letter was nothing more than a quick, we made it home and Matthias looked Charlemagne over. The Queen’s, that took the longest to write and was filled with so many apologies and promises to bring the children over. Once Johannes was done with both letters he sealed them and took the time before dropping them off to change into his night shirt. The last time he had changed in front of Charlemagne he had been cautious, but this time he threw caution to the wind and carefully stripped and changed into his night shirt.
When Johannes was done he gathered the letters and was a foot out of the door when Hans materialized with Maria.
“She was starting to fuss again and was waking Johannes up. I know that you have someone in your room with you but you are the only one that calms her down,” Hans whispered. As if n cue Maria shifted and started to let out a small whine, her precursor to full out crying.
“I will take her. Could you please see these letters delivered,” Johannes said as he handed over the letters before taking his daughter. Almost instantly her sniffles stopped, and her little head found its spot on the small portion of bare chest.
“Of course, Freiherr. Maria has been fed and changed; she should be good for the rest of the night.”
Johannes nodded as he walked back into the room. “And it looks like we will have to share the bed with someone else,” Johannes stated as he went over to the bed. He was a pro when it came to getting comfortable with Maria passed out on his chest. With ease he slid underneath the covers, a hand pressed to Maria’s back to keep her in place. Maria, content to finally be laying on her papa, had instantly fallen asleep.
Johannes watched her for a few moments before rolling his head and looking over at Charlemagne. A part of him growing worried that Charlemagne wouldn’t be okay with their intruder. A lot of men that Johannes knew wanted nothing to do with the kids. If Charlemagne didn’t like children, then Johannes wouldn’t know what he would do. “Are you okay with Maria being here? If not, I can go lay down somewhere else. She gets fussy when she doesn’t sleep with me.”
[center Maximillian’s stare sharpened immensely when he saw Johannes’ gaze stay on him for a moment. Their current situation did not afford them the luxury of time to just stand around and play staring games. The prince also did not want to waste time by arguing with Johannes about what he needed to do. Maximillian was quite relieved in that moment when he saw that Johannes was relenting by turning his attention towards Charlemagne. The poor man truly looked like he was going to be in need of some serious assistance. Max nodded, though, at the other’s statement. [#c2a900 “Please do. Now hurry up and get him out of here.”]]
[center Still on the ground with broken pieces of table, Charlemagne was struggling to catch his breath. Everything from the waist up hurt like hell. The man was trying to move as little as possible to prevent further suffering. He also felt hot tears well up in his eyes, Charlie cursing to himself. He really hadn’t been able to focus on what anyone else around him was saying. But, through the mental fog he could hear Johannes trying to talk to him. Charlie felt like he couldn’t entirely understand, but he did feel a sense of calm knowing that Johannes was still there. But [i help up]? Then it registered what Johannes was trying to do when the Frenchman felt his hand being gripped by the other man’s. [#900 “I can’t!”] Charlemagne coughed, grimacing in pain. He just wished he could detach his arm when Johannes began pulling his body up onto his feet. But Charlie could feel himself relying heavily upon the bodily support Johannes was providing with the arm around the waist.]
[center Once they were outside Charlemagne had just focused on trying to breathe more deeply. The coolness of the night air was refreshing, but Charlie still felt great pain in his back and chest while respirating. He simply just followed Johannes’ lead. He appreciated the assistance, although Charlie had no idea where they were going once they were seated inside of the carriage. The bumps in the road shot jolts of pain up his spine. During the ride Charlie had attached himself to Johannes’ arm to steady himself. The man could only hope that nothing too serious had happened to him. But then a sensation of panic consumed him. [#900 “The King and Queen are going to be furious if I’m not back at the palace in the morning!”] he stressed, worried about how they’d react to his predicament. Charlemagne knew he could easily be dismissed over not being in attendance at the palace as it would be viewed as an inconvenience to the royal family. [#900 “Christ, how am I going to tell them?”] Not only would his livelihood, but also his brother’s could be at stake. The royal family had invested heavily in their family’s winery that if they no longer had that patronage, it could seriously threaten their ability to survive. Charlemagne knew that he was skilled in his art with food, but the man also knew that the king had made it a point to the entire staff of the palace that they were expendable. They could all be fired and replaced at a moment’s notice. Charlie did not know where else he could go if the royal family decided he was inconveniencing them.]
[center The tears that had been threatening to spill over from the pain finally began to roll down Charlemagne’s face from the sudden increase of stress. The man just wanted the carriage ride to be over with already. Charlie forced himself to stare out of the carriage window. While watching the scenery move by outside was a welcomed distraction, Charlemagne was drawn out of his bubble when the carriage came to a halt. While he had most of his wits about him at this point, Charlie was surprised when the door was opened by a man dressed as a butler. Charlemagne had made eye contact with the butler before that other man made a hasty mention about something with a doctor. The Frenchman couldn’t really tell as the butler had spoken too quickly for his rattled head to decipher.]
[center After that it hadn’t taken very long for another man to come outside. He looked like he had just been sleeping since he was dressed in the appropriate shirt and pants for such an occasion. [#1a7584 “Johannes?”] the man spoke, as he approached the carriage. He had been immediately called out of bed, but he hadn’t quite heard what for. All Matthias had heard was the butler mention Johannes and a carriage, so he immediately assumed that Johannes was injured or ill. But then he had seen Charlie, who clearly was not in the best of shape in the slightest. [#1a7584 “Let’s get this gentleman inside, yes?”] Matthias mentioned as he assisted in extracting Charlie from the carriage. For the Frenchman, this was not a fun affair as he could still barely stand on his own two feet by himself. [#900 “Who even are you??”] Charlie mustered as he tried to walk while leaning on Matthias. [#1a7584 “Dr. Riedl, at your service.”] Matthias replied calmly. He had been the family doctor for Johannes’ family for a few years now. Before this position he had served in the capacity of a military doctor for men wounded out in battle. It was by no means an easy or glamorous job as it had included a lot of messy surgeries, amputations, infections, and casualties. To simply work for a wealthy family had been a fantastic change for Matthias. While he was more invested in the specialty of bones and their relation to the musculature of the body, Matthias didn’t quite care if he did not have to be in bloody war zones anymore. Caring for Johannes and his family allowed for more time to dedicate to research and literature.]
[center [#1a7584 “What on Earth happened to you?”] Matthias asked before Charlie rolled his eyes disdainfully. [#900 “Idiots. That’s what happened.”] he had replied sharply. Dr. Riedl certainly didn’t take offense, though. [#1a7584 “I would imagine so. But I need to know what actually happened to you to help.”] Charlemagne then tried to explain the best he could that he had been thrown against a wall and through a table. Matthias then looked at Johannes before going back to Charlie. The doctor had known about Johannes’ preferences ever since he began working for the von Hügel’s. Matthias knew of this because he was also of the same orientation, although he did have a partner from Switzerland that he tried to see as often as his schedule would allow. But with urgent need to privately examine Charlie’s physical condition, Matthias directed that Charlie be taken to Johannes’ chambers. Initially Matthias was instructing Johannes to wait outside of the room, but Charlie had given the Austrian men the sharpest glare. [#900 [i
“Don’t you fucking leave me.”]] Charlemagne had said before allowing Matthias to remove his shirt.]
[center On Charlemagne’s back were a collection of splotchy bruises in their early stages of development. Another concern of Matthias’ was about Charlemagne’s spine. He had found a spot towards the lower portion of the Frenchman’s back that felt out of place. A few times he had seen colleagues use physical manipulation of a patient’s body to ‘reset’ certain bones in limbs and vertebrae in the back. And that is what Matthias wanted to do for Charlie here. But God was it wretched! Charlie had let out a string of colorful expletives shortly after Matthias adjusted his lower back. But other than his back being banged up, Matthias had decided that the only other issues were a minor concussion and contusions on Charlie’s ribs as nothing felt broken or out of place there. [#1a7584 “I’m going to step out for just a moment. I will bring you some medicinal tea and medication to assist with pain management. Otherwise I’d advise you to lie down in bed so you can rest and begin to heal.”] Matthias stated before Charlie voiced his concerns about his work at the palace. [#1a7584 “I can send over a letter, so they at least will know. But I cannot guarantee how they will interpret that information.”] Charlie deflated slightly. He just didn’t want to lose his job over what some idiots did to him. [#1a7584 “We just need you to rest for now. We will take this one step at a time. Johannes, if anything changes please let me know. You know where I am, okay?”] Matthias nodded before putting Charlemagne to bed himself. [#1a7584 “Fair warning, though. The tea will likely taste horribly bitter. So, I suggest you drink it as quickly as you can with the medicine.”]]
[center As if it weren’t one thing after another, Charlie did detest the flavor of the tea Matthias brought back. He felt like he was gagging trying to down the medicine too. It was all just purely disgusting. But it didn’t take very long to feel the effects of whatever Dr. Riedl had given the Frenchman. Charlemagne felt more fatigued than anything. He had been examining the room a bit before he found himself staring at Johannes. [#900 “Lay with me, please? Don’t leave me alone. I’m really cold.”] Charlie said, his voice much softer and quieter now the medicine was kicking in. He simply reached out with a single hand in hopes that Johannes wouldn’t deny him. [#900 “I promise I won’t hoard all the blankets.”] a whisper of a plead. Charlemagne just really didn’t want to be left on his own, at least while he was still awake. He just hoped that Johannes would afford him the privilege…]
The Café did smell absolutely amazing. Johannes, in his anxiety, had hardly eaten anything because he was so focused on his and Charlie’s date. Now sitting down, with a Prince and the man he wanted to court, surrounded by the delicious aromas his hunger made it’s presence known and his stomach grumbled.
For a moment Johannes worried that the growl was too loud and alerted his companions but as he pulled his eyes away from his surroundings to look at Charlemagne, he noticed the man staring at him. A few seconds later a blush spread across his cheeks and he was quickly pulling his gaze away. Johannes couldn’t help the faint smile that fell on his lips. Charlemagne’s attention was all Johannes wanted and he was so happy to receive it. Even his heart did a little flip from the small interaction.
[i] ‘I’m doomed,’ [i] Johannes thought to himself as he glanced over to see Maximilian’s reaction. Johannes had a feeling that the prince knew on some level that Johannes was attracted to men. It was never discussed and there was only one rumor that had been floating around the palace around the time Johannes had gotten married so not many knew. Maximilian, however, was rather observant in Johannes’ opinion and probably picked up the subtle looks Johannes had shared with men in the palace. All Johannes saw was a raised eyebrow from Maximilian and that was it though that just couldn’t be enough for the Prince. No, he had to ask Charlemagne if he was flushed. Charlemagne only got more flushed as Maximilian teased him over the flush and obvious lie. Johannes was about to jump in and save Charlemagne from Maximilian’s teasing when Maximilian finally told him that he wasn’t being serious. Instead Johannes rolled his eyes at Maximilian and turned his attention away to the waiter.
He listened to the other two order as he thought over his options. Shrimp sounded delicious but you couldn’t go wrong with a chicken soup. Or he could get the pot roast that he saw on a few tables. Such a hard choice. After a few moments he decided on the roast, wanting that delicious mix of tender meat and vegetables. “I will have the roast. Thank you,” he replied.
With their orders in the waiter began to leave and Johannes turned towards Maximilian to ask him how he was doing. It had been awhile since he had last seen his favorite—not that Johannes will admit it—Prince. Before the words could fall from his lips a cup went soaring across the room and into the wall, dangerously close to Charlemagne’s head. Johannes spun around quickly to see who the angry patron was only to see the men from the market. “Seriously?” Was the only thing Johannes said.
The men seemed happy enough to ignore Johannes, this time angry at their fellow countryman, but that didn’t mean Johannes was spared from their anger either. As the larger man pulled Charlemagne across the table Johannes was standing up. His chair slammed into a solid mass right behind him. Only two men had come up to the table, so Johannes was confused at first about why his chair ran into something until he realized there had been a third party, lurking on the sides. Before a fist could come down on Johannes he ducked out of the way. The fist only met empty air as Johannes crouched behind the chair. He had no plans on a fair and honorable fight especially with Charlemagne being attacked. He just needed a way to end this one quickly.
Then an evil, cruel, idea popped into Johannes mind.
The plan was a simple one and something he would normally not do but they threatened not only a member of the Royal Family but the man that Johannes wanted to be with. Neither of those things were acceptable in Johannes opinion so he took a cheap shot. The first thing he did was pick up the chair, throwing the other man into a loop of confusion, before sing the chair as a weapon and jamming a leg of it into the man’s nether region. Almost instantly the man went down, vomiting all over himself as he fell into fetal position. Johannes, only adding insult to injury, tossed the chair at the man and spun around to check on Charlemagne only to see Maximilian having the situation in control.
For a moment Johannes almost argued with Maximilian. It felt wrong abandoning a Prince in favor of his love interest especially when it had been ingrained in Johannes brain that the royal family came first. But as he gazed over to Charlemagne, trying to catch his breath, Johannes knew they had to go and Maximilian could handle himself. “I’ll send you a letter tomorrow,” He simply said to Maximilian as he approached Charlemagne.
“Charlemagne,” Johannes softly said as he crouched next to the man who still just trying to breath. “Let me help you up.” He offered up a hand and when Charlemagne finally started to get up Johannes gently helped him to his feet. An arm wrapped around Charlemagne’s waist to keep him steady as he led the man out into the cool night. For a moment Johannes was at a lost on what to do next. Did he take Charlemagne back to the palace? This time of night Johannes wouldn’t be admitted in but they would let Charlemagne go. But would he get the care he needed? Johannes wanted Charlemagne checked over to make sure nothing major happened. So did he take Charlemagne to his home? These circumstances were not how he wanted to take Charlemagne home with him. He always thought Charlemagne’s first visit would be either because of a party or because a date led to fiery passion. Instead it was because some xenophobic asshole beat the shit out of Charlemagne and Johannes was worries about the other man. With his decision made he flagged down a carriage.
“Faubourg Saint-Germain, 105 rue de Grenelle,” Johannes awkwardly said. It felt weird giving his address to someone who didn’t know it. He was so use to drivers knowing where he lived that the words almost felt foreign. This thought, however, got pushed to the side as he helped Charlemagne into the carriage.
[center Charlie did quickly glance around to see the theater staff lurking about. [#900 “It’s a shame we have to leave.”] he sighed. The man had wanted to be sly and tease Johannes more out of the sight of others just to torture him. But unfortunately, this idea just was not feasible. Especially since Maximilian was now going to be expecting them outside. Charlemagne knew the struggle all too well of needing to tidy up an area after an event, so he definitely didn’t want to cause any unnecessary problems for the staff at the theater.]
[center Silently, though, Charlemagne brooded over his frustrations about Johannes, but at least it was not all too painful thanks to awe of having actually met Maximilian. For a prince he truly did not seem all that bad! He was surprisingly normal for a man of such high status, and Charlie felt pleasantly shocked by that revelation. Once outside, though, the man felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up when Johannes closed some of the distance between them. Although they weren’t visible thanks to his clothing, Charlemagne could definitely feel goosebumps tickling his arms. [#900 “Why must you play with my heart like that?”] the Frenchman responded quietly, huffing out a sigh. He then looked at Johannes, examining him briefly. [#900 [i “One of these days I will get what I want, Johannes.”]] The man then straightened himself up when Maximilian had reappeared to meet up with them.]
[center The man only laughed at Johannes’ remark about the speed in which he had changed. [#c2a900 “After so long in theater and dance one has be to quick at changing for the sake of the performance!”] Maximilian patted Johannes’ shoulder. [#c2a900 “I’m pretty sure waking around with tear-smeared makeup and ripped clothing would not be appropriate for public outings with men such as yourselves.”] he added, gesturing lightly towards both Johannes and Charlemagne. [#c2a900 “Although I will have to admit this outfit is particularly plain, so I might even be [i underdressed] compared to you two! But at least you don’t try to tell me it’s ‘disgraceful to the crown’ like some people we know, Johannes.”] Max rolled his eyes. The nerve some nobles had were far too much in Maximilian’s opinion. And rarely did they ever had the audacity to try and say it to his face. But the prince was all too aware of what others thought of him. The disrespect angered Mac, but c’est la vie. He tried to not let it aggravate him too badly.]
[center The subsequent stroll to the Café was not all that bad. Maximilian was careful to match the paces of Johannes and Charlie to stay with them as he had a bad habit of not paying attention to just how fast he was walking. While the outside of the Café was not too crazy with foot traffic, the inside was fairly packed with hungry theater goers and casual night owls. Maximilian politely held the door open for his two companions, though, taking a deep breath as the warmth of the café enveloped him and the delectable smells teased his senses. [#c2a900 “I don’t know what that smell is, but it is to die for!”] Maximilian remarked as he got settled down with Charlie and Johannes. He could already see looks being thrown their way, but the prince honestly hoped that they could at least eat and lounge in peace.]
[center Charlemagne was starving, but also stoked beyond belief. He could not believe that he was actually sitting down with Maximilian to share a dining experience with him and Johannes. He knew he probably looked like an overexcited child on Christmas. Did Charlemagne care about that? Absolutely not. He was living in the moment and loving every single second of it. And to share all of this with Johannes made it feel even better! Charlemagne did look over at Johannes, attempting to hide his growing smile despite feeling so incredibly starstruck.]
[center Despite this awe caused by Maximilian, Charlie felt as if time suddenly moved in slow motion as he gazed at Johannes. The Frenchman felt like his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest and onto the table! The Austrian sitting on the opposite side of the table look so radiant in the warm lights within the café. Charlie felt like he was staring at a masterpiece that could easily be on display at prestigious art gallery. So captivated did Charlemagne feel, he felt a distinct warmth spread over his cheeks. [i A blush!] Almost immediately after Charlie’s realization he averted his gaze.]
[center Maximilian raised an eyebrow at this behavior. While he had never directly asked Johannes, he had heard of his escapades with other men. He then wondered for a moment if Charlemagne was suddenly flushed for similar reasons. While he could not relate to those kinds of feelings, Maximilian honestly didn’t care all that much. He felt that what a man did on his time and in his own bed was his own business. Max honestly felt that he wasn’t even in a place to judge anyway as he used to have awfully high levels of promiscuity before becoming engaged to a wonderful Hungarian princess. Initially, their relationship was honestly to continue strengthening Austro-Hungarian bonds within the empire, but over time Maximilian had grown quite soft for his fiancée, Elizabeth. She was a fierce woman who refused to be trifled with. And Max respected that fiery passion greatly as it only made him love her more. He was super excited for there wedding that was to take place in the following Autumn! Maximilian truly couldn’t wait, but he knew that the time would come soon enough.]
[center [#c2a900 “Are you okay, Charlemagne? You look awfully flushed there.”] Max inquired. This caused the poor Frenchman’s posture to stiffen. [#900 “[i Flushed???] I’m not flushed! I feel just fine.”] Charlie quickly objected although he felt like he was only turning more red. [#c2a900 “It almost looks like that is a lie… Are you [i lying to me, Charlemagne??] And to think! I thought we were going to be such great friends!”] Maximilian teased, a hand of betrayal grasping his shirt for the dramatics. Charlie probably looked as though he had seen a ghost after that exclamation, though, because Max patted Charlie’s shoulder whilst cackling. [#c2a900 “I’m not being serious in the slightest, Charlemagne. Please don’t pass out in your chair.”] Heaving a sigh of relief Charlie tried to relax some as a kind enough looking waiter approached them.]
[center [#175612 “Welcome, gentleman! Were you all ready to order your food and refreshments?”] the kind man greeted, Maximilian giving a thoughtful hum. [#c2a900 “How about your finest wine for us here? And I will take anything that has shrimp in it. Maybe with noodles? I would like to try something new.”] Max was not much of a picky eater despite growing up as a royal. [#175612 “Understood. I believe we have just the thing for you tonight! And you, monsieur?”] looking over at Charlie. [#900 “I could go for a hearty chicken soup.”] [#175612 “An excellent choice! And for you?”] the waiter asked Johannes.]
[center But the warm jovial atmosphere soon turned sour, however, when a glass cup was hurled across the café. The glass narrowly missed the waiter’s head before it shattered against the wall behind Charlie. [b “You think we came in here wanting to see your disgusting face in here too???”] a voice yelled. Many patrons began to scurry out the door as to avoid any trouble as an angry man stormed to the back of the café. It was the same man from the other day who threatened to attack Johannes, but he was followed by a different henchman friend of his this time. Charlie immediately grew angry as the poor teenage waiter was roughly shoved off to the side. The kid was clearly confused and frightened. Maximilian was immensely confused as well as Charlie tried to shake of as much broken glass off of his body as he could. [#900 “Are you seriously trying to come in here and restart an already unnecessary argument??”] Charlie hissed, swiftly standing up from his seat. Unfortunately, this triggered the bigger grunt of a man to snatch Charlie by the collar to drag him across the table to pin him against a wall. This was followed by much shouting before Maximilian stood to at least attempt to negotiate. But the man from the original conflict was livid and not willing to talk, thus throwing a pretty hefty fist at the prince. Despite his usually open and kind personality, Maximilian was not an easily stunned man. He was hardened in the sense that his pain tolerance was quite high thanks to his father demanding he serve time in the empire’s military for the sake of experience.]
[center Maximilian was quick to dispose of the man right out the back door into the alleyway, though. A very colorful string of expletives coming from both men as their squabbled continued outdoors. Max did come back soon enough though, but only quick enough to see Charlie get tossed like a rag doll right back into the same table he had been dragged across. At times like this he cursed being of such small stature, but there was little he could do as he fought to catch his breathe among the pieces of broken wood. [#c2a900 “Johannes, take Charlie and get out of here. I’ll handle this situation and see to it that they are properly punished.”] Maximilian didn’t mean to make it sound like such a strict command, but he was furious that his night out and dinner were ruined because of some xenophobic fools. But the man knew he would have to check up on Johannes at the embassy soon to make sure Charlie was okay…]
Charlemagne’s little comment about a night of debauchery had caused Johannes to lightly blush. The thought playing in his mind as he talked to Maximilian, hoping, if not praying, that the man would leave so that he could reply to Charlemagne. His prayers, however, were ignored and it appeared that Charlemagne’s attention was now on Maximilian instead of Johannes.
[center There was still hope though! ]
[center [i Until there wasn’t.]]
What little hope Johannes had felt about being alone with Charlemagne was harshly destroyed by Maximillian excitedly saying that the Café was an excellent choice and that he was hungry. A part of Johannes really wanted to suggest that Maximilian not come with them but as he glanced over at Charlemagne, who was obviously starstruck, he couldn’t find it in his heart to squash this one thing. Perhaps later he would have some time alone with Charlemagne to respond to his inquiry. “Of course. We will be waiting for you,” Johannes plainly responded before the Prince up and left to change. Just like Charlemagne the Austrian hadn’t expected their night to go like this either. “So, it seems, and we probably should go. It appears the staff is anxious to clean up the theater,” Johannes said as he eyed the group of men and women that were peaking around the corner; ready to swarm the theater and clean it.
Following Charlemagne, and moving through what lingered of the crowd, Johannes did his best to be a gentleman and keep his eyes on Charlemagne’s back. His earlier words about keeping Charlemagne lonely and frustrated made a grand reentrance into his thoughts. Slowly, his eyes trailed down Charlemagne’s figure. Johannes was just as frustrated, and he knew that it was all his fault. There was a hang up where Johannes just couldn’t let go and be as open as Charlemagne. He wished he could be though. Charlemagne’s proposition during the banquet had nearly broken Johannes and his return home was filled with regret for not taking up the offer. At the same time Johannes knew he wouldn’t have been able to just give in. He liked knowing his bed partner, courting them, the best a man could with their own gender, before sleeping with them. On the small list of bed partners that Johannes had only one of them had never been courted and that had been near disastrous. It was only the fear of Johannes father, the true Freiherr von Hügel, that stayed his bed partner’s lips from spilling their deeds. Did Johannes believe that Charlemagne would do the same thing? Absolutely not. Still he liked the idea of courting Charlemagne and leaving him wanting because when, not if, they fell into bed together the reward would be that much sweeter.
Once they were outside Johannes basked in the night air and he considered just abandoning Maximillian and whisking Charlemagne away but squashed that thought. While he was peeved that Maximilian was ruining his date, he couldn’t be that rude to the Prince though he did find that he could tease Charlemagne a little bit. Shifting a little bit closer to the handsome man Johannes softly said, “There was a chance that I wouldn’t leave you alone and frustrated tonight but then Maximilian came along. He will hardly want to leave us any time soon.” His words were a little bit unfair to Charlemagne and Maximilian because Johannes had planned to leave Charlemagne frustrated anyways but the other man didn’t need to know that. With Maximilian’s intrusion Johannes was given a scape goat.
As Johannes moved away from Charlemagne Maximilian reappeared, void of all makeup, and looking nothing like the Prince he was supposed to be. “We just got outside. That was impressively fast of a change,” Johannes commented, “And I wasn’t intending on taking a carriage. The weather feels amazing tonight, so I had full intentions of taking advantage of it and walking the short distance.” Johannes had only been to Café Procope a handful of times, but he knew the path well enough to lead their group through the last of the people lingering outside the theater.
The walk to the Café was rather uneventful and only took a few minutes. The moment they approached the door it was clear that the Café was busy and filled with people that had come for a drink after the show. Johannes opened the door for his two companions while scouting out a spot to sit. The back part of the Café was devoid of people, with everyone centered near the door and open windows, loudly talking about the play. Johannes had full intentions on taking a seat towards the back though he feared that they may be harassed by the other patrons since Maximilian was with them. That was a bridge that Johannes would cross later.
[center Upon hearing Johannes’ retort Charlemagne’s brow automatically cocked itself up upon his face in intrigue. The gall of the Austrian before him was so astonishing, but Charlie was indeed pleasantly surprised by such a development. [#900 “Only in the right ways.”] the Frenchman winked impishly. [#900 “Soft enough for affection, but not too soft that I cannot do anything fun.”] Charlemagne chuckled. The man felt fairly lustful, so he was not too sure how Johannes would deal with this sudden influx of demand. And on top of that, Charlemagne also felt frustrated because all his previous attempts to bed the man were thwarted in some way that forced him to wait even longer. The Frenchman was not accustomed to waiting very long, if at all when trying to sleep with someone. But Charlie did not think it was too bad because he was genuinely enjoying Johannes’ presence and company by itself, no sex required.]
[center Regardless, Charlemagne was pleased to hear that Johannes could confirm that he had no curfew to strictly abide by since he was a man of rules and order. At least that was the impression that Charlie had been given this entire time. [#900 “Ten in the morning?? So,”] Charlemagne began to muse, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, [#900 “Theoretically, I could keep you for a sordid night of delightful debauchery?”] the man inquired, probably a little more excited than he should have been. [#900 “Or would you rather I be lonely and even more frustrated, Johannes? I do not like going to bed alone. Would you really do me like that?”] Charlemagne asked, although most of it was in jest. But the man was honest in saying that he did not like going to be by himself, though. Charlie much preferred the presence and warmth of another person, even if it were for only one night. Just the feeling of having another person with him was relaxing and soothing to his soul.]
[center But, when Maximilian inserted himself into the conversation Charlie felt his lust for Johannes turn into being starstruck by the Austrian prince. The Frenchman could feel himself staring, honestly. But Charlemagne was just such a huge fan of Maximilian’s work and could not help himself! Luckily, though, Maximilian’s attention seemed to be on Johannes for the moment. [#c2a900 “Unsavory characters…”] the man huffed and rolled his eyes. [#c2a900 “Drama. He seems to have nothing but drama surrounding him no matter what.”] Max shook his head disapprovingly. [#c2a900 “Such is life, I suppose.”] he then shrugged. [#c2a900 “At least there are several showings this week for the play so he can come whenever he is able if he would like to.”]]
[center Running a hand through his hair, Maximilian grunted lightly in frustration. Before he came to France to live and work the prince had well-groomed short hair, often skipping on wigs as he often found them too uncomfortable to wear. But since arriving in France the culture rubbed off on the man. He had grown out his hair and truly immersed himself into the arts. His immediate family did not mind so much, although some thought he looked foolish with his long blond curly hair. With an arched brow, the prince looked between both Johannes and Charlemagne. The man smiled widely, always loving the opportunity to personally meet new people! [#c2a900 “It is a great pleasure meeting you, Charlemagne!”] If the Frenchman was not already flustered enough, the man could muster nothing more than a nod of acknowledgment. The prince genuinely chuckled and patted the shorter man on the back. He could easily tell that Charlie was all types of awestruck. Maximilian found it hilarious, honestly. [#c2a900 “Thank you so much for your kind words, Johannes. You know many of the other nobles do not approve of my interests and activities, so I am thrilled to hear that somebody appreciates the effort it requires.”]]
[center [#c2a900 “That café is an excellent choice if I dare say!”] Maximilian exclaimed before thinking about the location for a split second, [#c2a900 “I am quite famished myself… Would you mind if I came with you? My treat.”] he added. [#c2a900 “I would have to clean up really quick, but it wouldn’t take too much. I will meet you two outside.”] the man explained before disappearing back into the bowels of the theater. The prince knew the workings and passages of the building like the back of his hand! After Max has disappeared Charlie looked over at Johannes. [#900 “I surely was not expecting that at all.”] he chuckled, straightening out his posture while he recovered from his case of being starstruck. [#900 “But it looks like we have an addition now.”] Charlemagne mentioned. [#900 “Shall we get moving then?”] Charlie then turned to begin leading the other man down the hallway so they could meet Maximilian outside as suggested by the male.]
[center In what felt like record time to Maximilian, he had cleansed his face of any makeup he had on and changed into his regular clothing which was fairly plain by the standards of nobility. The one thing that Max did not like to do in public was flaunting his wealth around in other people’s faces. The French public had been very kind to him and he did not want to betray that trust or make anyone feel terrible about their status. That was not what Maximilian was there for. He knew that he was there by his own choice as an actor. But he was quite excited to see Johannes around along with Charlemagne, a familiar face along with a fresh and new one. After doing one last check of his attire Max pulled all of his long curly hair back into a typical ponytail secure with a ribbon. He then bid his fellow co-stars farewell before hurrying outside to prevent Johannes and Charlemagne from waiting too long.]
[center [#c2a900 “Hopefully I did not keep you two out here for too long! The café is not too far away so I figured it would have been ridiculous to summon a carriage for us. Is that okay with you two?”] the man asked, not wanting to put the two into an odd position is they had not planned to walk themselves…]
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