**Victor**

Finally! Classes are officially over, and tonight, I get Sang all to myself. I've been waiting all week for this. Seeing her in class while were taking our finals just wasn't enough. Studying with her just wasn't enough. She's been the only thing on my mind. She's always the only thing on my mind. And tonight, I finally get her alone. We'll go to dinner, take a walk under the stars, come back and change and then spend the rest of the evening with my brothers at the party. As much as I want to keep her all to myself, I can't deny hem their chance to see her now that we don't have to worry about classes anymore. For now, at least.

I wonder if she's thought about where she's staying during break. I have an idea I'd like to present to her. I hope she takes it. This way, we can all be together, and the guys can stop worrying. We can have her all to ourselves for almost a month. Nothing but spending time with her and watching our love grow.

Owen was right. If we have even a fraction of love for her, it wouldn't matter if she chose one of us in the end. Just as long as she stayed with us. I don't want her to choose. I want her to stay with us, always. We make her happy, I know we do. No one else is going to love her like we can. I think I've been in love with Sang since I first saw her in Japanese. We won't lose her. She'll stay. I know she will.

I'm straightening the tie on my suit when the door opens and Kota and Nathan come in.

"Dude," says Nathan. "What are you doing? We're supposed to be setting up for the party."

"No can do," I respond. "I've got a date with Sang tonight."

"So, she's not coming to the party?" Kota asks.

"We'll stop by after," I tell him. "Don't worry, I wouldn't keep her from you guys."

"Cool, so where are you taking her?" Nathan asks.

"Bellissimo's," I tell him with a smile.

"Woah, big spender," he chuckles.

"Well you know me. Only the best for our girl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a princess waiting for me."

"Have fun," they say together.

I grab my wallet and my keys from my desk, and then leave the room.

Taking a deep breath, I walk down the hall and knock on Sang's door. The sight that greets me is enough to steal all the air inside my lungs. Sang stands in front of me in a gray and silver lace dress, with a high neck and three-quarter sleeves. The material under the lace looks like silk, with a v neck, leaving just enough cleavage and her collar bones on beautiful display beneath the gray lace. Her makeup is subtle, and her hair cascades down her back in big curls. The silver of her kitten heels matches the lining of the dress perfectly.

Gabe even managed to get the right shade of silver for her nails. He really does think of everything. There's a silver stripe in my black tie that matches her outfit perfectly.

"Wow, Princess," I breathe. "You look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself," she smiles, and my life is complete.

"You ready to go?"

"With you? Anywhere."

I take her arm in mind and we head off into the night.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Bellissimo's isn't the most popular restaurant, but it does have the best Italian food in this part of South Carolina. We make light conversation over our pasta dishes, and I only broach the subject of the upcoming break once dessert has been served. Sang chose a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, caramel, and chopped nuts, while I got a slice of peach cobbler.

I'm cutting into my piece when I ask, "Sang, have you thought about where you're going to go for break?"

She gives a light laugh that lacks mirth before saying, "I was really hoping you wouldn't ask me that."

"I'm just concerned, Princess, we all are. We want to make sure you're safe, and there's no way we're letting you go back to that God-awful family of yours."

"I never intended to go back to them Victor," she sighs. "I just...Kayli and I are just getting back to a good place and I don't just want to leave her out in the cold."

"I'm pretty sure her guys wouldn't let that happen. They've probably already asked her to stay with them over the break. And they aren't that far from me and the guys. Promise me you'll at least think about it."

"I don't know Victor. Isn't it a bit too soon to be living with each other?"

"It would only be temporary, Princess. Just during the break. Heck, if you want, we could get you your own place. I know that you said you didn't want a whole apartment to yourself since you won't even be there because of school, but there are some places that let you pay by the week if you don't plan on staying long term. Or we could just get you something for the month. I just, we, just wanna know that you're safe."

"I know that, and I thank you all for thinking of me, I just... I'll think about it. Is that alright?"

"That's all I ask," I smile. "Are you going to finish your glass of champagne?"

"No, I think I'm done for the night. I'd rather keep a clear head at the party."

"Of course. Let me just get the check and we'll get out of here."

Sang gives me a nod, before standing and going to the bathroom. I signal for the waiter and hand him my credit card. Everything is all squared away by the time Sang gets back to the table, and soon, we're back into the night, driving back towards campus.

**Sang**

When we get back to the dorms, we go to Victor's rom first so that he can change. Something about him not wanting me to be alone with everyone out celebrating tonight. I'm sitting on his bed, looking at the items on his bedside table as he changes by his closet.

As hard as I try, I can't ignore the sound of him changing. My cheeks flame as I hear his shirt hit the floor and his zipper slide down. Try as I might, I can't stop myself from looking over my shoulder as his pants hit the ground.

I'm faced with Victor's white and gray boxers and his thin t-shirt that he wore under his button up. My body has a mind of its own as I stand from my place and walk around the bed. He's picking his pants up from the floor when I reach him. He's standing perfectly still as my eyes dance across his exquisite back and the tightly coiled muscles in his arms. He's tense, and I want to do everything I can to help him relax.

I bring my hands up, and trail them lightly down the back of his arms. He shudders slightly as I trail them up his back before taking ahold of his shoulders and kneading the muscles.

"P-princess," he stutters. "What are you doing."

"You're so tense, I'm helping you relax."

"I-I'm fine, Princess," he gulps. "I'll be finished in just a sec ok?"

"Oh, ok."

I press a light kiss on his upper back before turning and walking over to his keyboard. I skim my hands over the keys, pressing lightly enough to not make a sound, waiting for him to finish getting dressed.

"Princess," he calls me. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping my hands occupied."

"Why?"

"Because if they're not, I might touch you again," I reply with a hidden smirk.

"Then you should probably keep them busy," he chuckles.

"Aww, Victor," I mock pout. "Do you not want me to touch you?"

"That's not it, Princess," he replies, as I feel the air shift as he moves behind me. "I just know that if you do, I won't want you to stop."

His arms come around me, trapping me in front of the keyboard as he taps on one of the keys lightly.

"Play something for me?" I whisper.

"What do you want to hear?" he asks in the same low voice. His proximity causing goosebumps to sprinkle over my back.

"Anything," I sigh.

He steps in closer, becoming flush with my back as his fingers dance over the keyboard, creating a dramatic scene as I close my eyes. I get lost in the music as my prince plays for me, colors representing the notes moving behind my closed eyelids.

Before I know it, the music stops, and as I open my eyes, Victor places his hands on my waist. I lean into him as he places a light kiss at the delicate skin behind my ear, slowly moving down with kisses as light as a butterfly's wings. I sigh as I turn my head to look at him, and give him more space simultaneously.

As he makes his way back up my neck, he traces across my jaw and captures my lips in a heated kiss. I close my eyes as I turn into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer.

Somehow, we move over to the bed, and I find myself under him with his hard member poking into my stomach. I move one of my arms from around his waist, and lightly trace the outline. I stop my ministrations as Victor pulls out of the kiss, leaning on his elbows and taking deep breaths.

"Victor? What's wrong?"

"Princess, you can't touch me like that."

I frown a bit, while my eyebrows furrow. "Why not?"

"Princess, Sang. I don't know if I'll have the strength to stop you if you touch me like that. I don't want to rush you into anything."

"Victor...I touched you because I wanted to. I love you Victor, all of you. And if there's any way to celebrate us being done with classes and moving on to something better, well...I can't think of anything better than spending it in the arms of one of the men I love."

"Princess," he husks out. "You can't say things like that. You don't know what it does to me."

"So tell me," I plead.

He sighs, "It makes me want to strip you bare and have my way with you." He growls, not unlike North, and shivers wrack my body. "It makes me want to plunge myself inside of you and possess every inch of your beautiful flesh. It makes me think how lucky I am to have someone like you. Someone to love me, and be loved by me. I love you, Princess. I think I always have."

He whispers the last few words like a secret, his eyes a blazing inferno of love and lust. I'm drowning in his eyes as I say, "Make love to me Victor."

Needing no more encouragement, his lips claim mine in a bruising kiss. My hands trail up his sides and attach themselves to his silky locks. My nails scratch his scalp lightly as he grinds into me. Our passionate embrace is only broken for the removal of clothing, and then we're under the covers.

Wrapped in each other's arms, he pulls back slightly to pepper kisses down my body. His tongue performs elaborate magic acts on my tight nub, and before I know it, I'm breaking over the precipice and seeing stars. I moan out his name as I shatter, my nails biting into the skin on his back.

Victor pulls away only long enough to sheath himself in a condom before he's placing himself at my entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asks, giving me ample opportunity to back out. But I don't want to back out. I want this. I want him. I give him a slight nod before leaning up to place delicate kisses wherever my lips can get, and soon enough, I'm lost. There's a slight pinch as he thrusts in and breaks the barrier and I'm lost. So deliciously lost.

He stills for a moment, waiting for me to adjust to this foreign penetration, before my gentle urging has him pulling out, and thrusting back in, drawing a long moan out of my lips. His lips capture mine, silencing me as he moves inside of me. Possessing my entire being as he said he would.

My legs curl around his waist as he thrusts into me and once again, I'm lost. Lost in his kisses. Lost in his love making. Lost in his passion. Lost to Victor. My sweet Prince Victor. I run my hands through his hair in time to his slow, deep thrusts. Caressing his long locks the way his lips caress mine.

On his next thrust, he hits something deep inside of me, and it has me arching off the bed, moving him even deeper with the change in position. A gasp of ecstasy leaves my mouth, breaking our kiss. Victor, never to be discouraged, trails kisses down the column of my neck, his thrusts getting ever deeper.

My hands move from his hair, to his back, my nails raking his skin; marking him, claiming him as mine. I gasp his name in pleasure as he nibbles on the sensitive exposure of my neck.

"Sang," he moans into my neck. "I love you. God, how much I love you."

"I love you too," I reply with a breathy moan. "Oh Victor. My Prince. I love you so much."

"Princess," he moans out. "Sang. Princess, I love you. I'm so close...God, Princess...so tight."

"Ahh," I moan. "Victor."

"Sang," He grunts out.

His thrusts become faster, more erratic. We're calling out each other's names in pure ecstasy as he brings his finger to rub my overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Two flicks and I crash, I feel my walls tighten around Victor as I cry out his name, seeing stars yet again. Victor follows after me, calling out my name while thrusting once more before he stills, lost in his own orgasmic bliss. This is heaven, this is home.

I wince as he pulls out of me to dispose of the condom before pulling me into a tight embrace. Our breathing harsh and labored, the sweat coating our skin making me shiver and burrow in closer.

Victor pulls the covers in tighter around us, placing a light kiss on my forehead. "I love you so much Sang."

"I love you too, Victor," I breathe.

"Stay with us," he mumbles.

Iclose my eyes as I snuggle deeper into his embrace. "Always," is my mumbledreply, before sleep takes me.