Warning- Contains BoyxBoy Scenes esp. in the last few pages.

(This is during Alina’s first day of school in Chapter 11. Before Zac had acknowledged Dmitri’s presence)

***Some – ehem – intimate parts near the end. You’ve been warned twice people. Don’t make me reply to your ‘ew gross’ comments because I will go straight Trinidadian on your asses and believe me that would be a cussin that’ll make a sailor blush. I’m a Shakespeare with expletives. :D enjoy heh.

::DMITRIUS::

We were back at school again. The smell of new filled the hall. New book bags, new books, new clothes, new cells. The smack of high fives being exchanged echoed in the ancient building and I didn’t seem to be able to ignore the loud chatter. Everyone wanted to gossip with their best friends about what happened over their vacations. I was forced to catch snippets over who slept with whom and who was dating who and, of course, who had gotten what from mummy and daddy. Not how I wanted to start the day. By the sounds of it, the Hamptons had been pretty full of West Montgomery Prep teens this vacation. The tell-tale tans and sun-bleached hair were hints enough.

Maids trailed behind us as Raine and I walked down the hallway, aware of the looks we were getting. Lack of sun had made us paler over the vacation and our hair had been styled at the salon yesterday despite my complaints. At the moment, we were definitely looking out of place among the others. I could imagine how ghostly our complexions seemed while walking through the sea of tanned bodies. Glancing over at Raine, I saw that she had disappeared to go to her room so I went to go to mine on the other side of the staircase.

Pulling out the keys, I pushed the right one into the lock. Tap Tap Tap! I froze as a familiar sound raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

Coming down the hall was Zachery Benson. It was as though his entire name was one word the way people said it sometimes. Though I knew that it made no difference, I fixed my shirt and tossed the blonde fringe out of clear, blue eyes.

Today was going to be the day. How hard could it be to strike up a conversation with him, right? People did it all the time. My heartbeat thudded in my ears. He was sauntering over to me with a new girl on his arm. I knew that Vanessa was his girlfriend but there was no taming Zachery Benson…especially not on his first day back. I had accepted that a long time ago but even that didn’t stop the crush from developing.

The girl laughed at everything he said as they walked down the hall. I couldn’t give the girl wrong. The man could be charming when he wanted to be. Zachery’s eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses and he smiled at the girl easily. His grace and swagger were undefeatable. I was yet to meet anyone, with sight or without, who could grab attention and hold it without even noticing. It was sexy, especially on him.

When he was two seconds away from me, I took a breath, “Hi Zachery.”

He nodded in my direction and replied with a short but friendly, “Hey.”

The reply was so vague that it could have been aimed at anyone. I doubted that he even knew who he had greeted in the first place. By now I knew not to underestimate Zachery, but there were so many people who were constantly around him that I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t know that it was me. He couldn’t possibly know everyone’s voice and I rarely spoke to him in the first place.

I opened my door and went inside. It was empty. Most people in school had roommates but Raine, Zac and I were the only three without any for security reasons. After taking a quick shower I changed into my clothes. The shower cleared my mind a lot and I needed that more than I could say.

There was a very problematic thing about my little fascination with Prince Zachery Benson; he was straight.

There was no doubt about that. He was always with a girl on his arm, leaving a girl’s room or ushering one out of his. The man was never at a lack for a girlfriend. That knowledge, plus the fact that as Princes we couldn’t ‘practice homosexuality’, had kept me from asking him out. But a man could dream though, right?

It was damn near impossible to resist his forever messy, black hair and snake scale grey eyes. He had the sort of smirk that made your heart race and the tone of voice that ticked you off while it turned you on. There was something dangerous about the man and I couldn’t seem to put my finger on it. I kept a sort of barrier up when he was around. The man was amazingly perceptive and I didn’t need his sixth sense picking up on something that it shouldn’t. My face was usually a mask that only my sister saw through some of the time.

This mask was meant to keep people at bay. A light frown, a cold gaze and an expressionless face. My stance was never inviting and my aura pushed people away. The most effective was my voice. I didn’t know why it sounded that way but even I thought it was unnatural. I hated it but it successfully pushed away others. My voice had the nails-scraping-blackboards effect that made you cringe. I sounded like a snake. Not literally in the sense, but it was a strange experience to hear it. It was English words and a heavy French accent with a light hiss behind every phonetic sound I made. I usually preferred to stay silent unless I absolutely needed to say something.

The bell rang for assembly and I groaned. No one ever wanted to go to assembly but it was mandatory. I considered ditching. Raine was probably not going anyway. She insisted that commoner rules didn’t apply to Richmonds. The girl definitely had a way with people. If I could keep people at bay, she absolutely repelled them.

I sent her a text message to see where she was and wrapped my scarf around my neck. When I got the reply, I was shocked. She was actually in the hall for assembly already. She never went. Then again, since when was my sister ever predictable? I locked my room behind me as I left though no one in West Montgomery was brave or stupid enough to enter it.

When I came into the hall, it was filled with students in uniform already sitting in the many chairs. I spotted Raine almost instantly. She sat near the back with her pale blonde hair carelessly tousled and her clear blue eyes mildly interested in what the prefect on stage had to say. Her school shirt was a light pink, silk button down and her school skirt was replaced with a midnight blue, Armani pencil skirt. Many silvery chains adorned her neck and on her finger was an elaborate ring given to her by the Pope himself. All in all, the girl stood out.

As I passed the seated students to get to her, chairs pushed back to allow me easy access. Commoners could be so accommodating. I felt like Moses sometimes when I walked through the halls. Students parted without me even having to look at them.

Plopping beside her, I pushed a lock of blonde out of my eyes. “Why are we here exactly?” I asked in a low voice. The girl on the other side me shivered at the sound. I ignored her, staring at my older sister. “It’s mandatory,” Raine replied, “Besides, we haven’t been in school for two years. I wanted to see what the big deal is with this assembly. It’s lame as hell though.”

“Well what did you expect? If it wasn’t lame then they wouldn’t have had to make it mandatory in the first place,” I replied, “and now we’re both stuck here.”

“No one told you to come.”

“Yeah well what was I supposed to do? Watch TV? There’s nothing on at this hour, God forbid I have to watch MTV or something,” I said.

She shrugged indifferently and rest her head on my shoulder. I felt her cell vibrate against my leg. Raising up and pulling out her phone, she smiled to herself and began texting. I personally didn’t know anyone worth texting and now that I thought about it, neither did she. I doubted that Tara and Zara were the cause for her grin. The two girls were equal pains in my ass and I made it obvious that I didn’t like them. Honestly speaking, I didn’t like commoners much on the whole.

“Who are you texting?”

“McGregor. He’s visiting Aristoria today now that both Damien and I are in school again,” she said.

“That child creeps me out. She’s only ten and it’s like talking to a twenty year old,” I murmured.

“I know. I prefer children like that. It’s so irritating when they’re running about making a bunch of unnecessary noise,” she said, “Now that I think of it, I was like that too.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

At the moment, we were talking in French. There was no real reason to speak English with no one else around who we needed to talk to.

“Nice outfit by the way. Kind of tortured artist chic,” Raine said suddenly.

“Thanks. I was in a hurry this morning.”

“You should be in a hurry more often,” she nodded, “The I’m-not-trying look suits you.”

The assembly took forever to end and I was anxious to leave when it did. On the way out, a prefect stopped us and made us come out of the line of teens heading out of the hall.

“Excuse me but this semester we’re taking a lot more care over school uniforms. We’re trying to get people to start wearing their full uniforms correctly,” the boy said firmly.

“Is that so?” Raine said, “And what does that have to do with us exactly?”

“You’re not even in school uniform. The rules require you to wear the black school skirt, the white school shirt and black sneakers or flat shoes.”

“Yes I suppose those are the requirements. I happen to prefer custom made Armani over cheap, commoner designs that become washed out and faded and make me look like everyone else. This is a school not a cult. I may have blonde hair and blue eyes but I’m not a Nazi. I really don’t see the purpose of uniforms anyways.  Teachers should be grateful that what I’m wearing has any semblance to the monstrosity that you’re wearing.”

“Those are the school rules and you have to follow them,” he countered.

“I’m a Richmond, your rules don’t apply to me. I don’t have to do anything,” she laughed, “Do you see any other student wearing a ring from the Pope? No. That’s because none of you are worthy of it. Don’t try to lump me with the rest of the commoners.”

“You go to a commoner school so you’ll be treated like everyone else.”

“Do you think so?” she smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“One of these days someone will knock you off your pedestal,” he sighed.

“And who’s going to do it?” she laughed, “You? I’d like to see you try. I’m a Princess, you’re a prefect?”

“As if he can even reach your level to kick you off your pedestal,” I chuckled.

“He’s not worth the muck under my shoe,” she smirked back at me.

“What?” he asked, “I don’t speak French.”

“Pick on a fish that’s actually in your food chain, boy,” she pat him on the shoulder, making ‘boy’ sound as degrading as was possible for any word to sound.

Her eyes froze on his for a while, waiting for him to object. Her aura gave off a familiar coldness that I was used to. He stepped back to let her pass.

“New prefects entertain me so. Thinking they have authority because they wear a gold painted badge.”

“It’s kind of adorable really.”

She put her hand around my neck laughing, “Come, little brother.”

We made our way to the first class leaving a thoroughly spooked prefect behind. The others looked at us as we strode inside without a word. Mrs. Martin never bothered to harass us. She knew that even if Raine and I ditched every class, we would still get the two highest grades this semester unless Zachery scored above us. Glancing to the side, Zachery was fast asleep.

He was especially good at this subject and never sat in front for this one. I had never seen him take a note but he always passed the exams with flying colors. It irritated the others who were trying their hardest to do well and still fell short each time.

Looking across at Zachery, I saw him snoozing away with apparently no sort of barrier to hide that he wasn’t remotely interested in what Mrs. Martin had to say. People usually hid behind books when they weren’t paying attention but he didn’t even bother. Most of the students had to catch up on the sleep they’d missed from late night rendezvous in each others’ dorms or sneaking out to St. Anthony’s Park to smoke a few spliffs of weed and guzzle a bottle of Johnny Walker. Drugs weren’t his thing it seemed so with Zachery, the first one was more likely.

It baffled even me why I was so focused on the one guy who had been with more women than can be counted on an abacus. Of course, it could have been that he was the first guy that I had ever set eyes on that was both my age and not a commoner. Or it could have been the fact that he was ridiculously handsome in the sort of way that often kept me and my right hand awake more nights than I cared to admit aloud. Then there was the possibility that he was the one that had made me aware that I wasn’t truly into girls the way I was supposed to be. No matter which reason it was, there was no doubt that he took up most of my conscious thoughts despite me not knowing anything about him. My attraction to him was purely physical to the point where I didn’t care that he was blind.

Watching him maneuver his way around the school with so much confidence and grace was fascinating. His sense of style was so effortless and so laidback; so unlike the other royal men. There was a sort of careless coolness that he carried himself with. It was impossible not to pay attention to him. People were naturally drawn to him the same way they were pushed away from me. He was almost always surrounded by adoring friends but sometimes he looked like he wanted nothing more than to get away from them.

I often saw him looking bored out of his mind in a way that his friends wouldn’t see. It was the look of practiced interest that all royal teenagers had developed. It was a mask for when we were forced into some meeting that couldn’t possibly be more tedious. I knew that look better than anyone. It was almost always plastered on my face when I was at home. The downfall of being a part of a powerful family was that there was almost always a meeting like that.

Chancing another glance, I noticed that he was alone. I could have easily sat in the empty seat beside him. I could have woken him up with a friendly nudge, maybe strike up a conversation. I could have done many things to get his attention but I didn’t. I stayed in my seat. As much as he drew you in, there was something about Zachery that made him unapproachable; an invisible barrier that read ‘Out of Your League. Keep Away’. Every time I went to get up, I instantly got shy. Me…shy. The idea was laughable but it didn’t stop it from being true.

The last thing I needed was rejection from the first guy that I had ever liked. The second to last thing I needed was him telling anyone of importance that I was gay. That was the Throne gone and out of my hands for good. I didn’t take him for the snitching-type, but I was not risking my future for a hunch that I couldn’t prove about a guy that I didn’t know.

So I did the safest thing and sat still. There was nothing wrong with admiring from far. I had been doing it for years. Three years to be exact.

Raine was still text messaging McGregor though I couldn’t see why. He was her English tutor, advisor and best friend but what could they possibly be talking about for so long? He never seemed that amazing to me. Then again McGregor and I never spoke much. He wasn’t my advisor or tutor so he really didn’t have any reason to approach me.

I turned at the sound of Zachery shifting. He pulled out a book and began reading something. Peering into the book I spotted the tell-tale goosebumps of Braille. From a distance the book seemed empty. That was one of the few things that I knew about him. He read a lot and though he never raised his hand to answer questions in class, he always had a correct answer on the tip of his tongue when asked. He was usually the last resort when teachers couldn’t get an answer from anyone else in the room.

As he read, he unwrapped a lollipop with his teeth and popped it into his mouth. He was one of those people who were such good students that they actually got away with being delinquents. Like delinquent nerds. After a while I had to look away. There was no need to eat a lollipop like that unless you were planning on giving the class a strip tease afterward.

I forced the purest thoughts into my mind to drown out the image of him and that damn candy which was currently getting a bloody blow job in broad daylight. His expression irritated me even more. Nonchalance. How dare he turn me on and wear a nonchalant expression at the same time. It was impossible to do what he was doing and read at the same time. No one was that talented.

With an annoyed growl I turned to Raine who was looking at Zac with a raised brow. At least I wasn’t the only one who noticed the show that was going on in the middle row. A boy sitting two seats up and one isle across was staring at him as though he was planning on jumping him at any moment. As possessive as that made me, I couldn’t blame the guy. It was pretty hot in the most innocent and unintentional way.

“Zachery!” Raine called out to him.

“Mmm?” he turned to her.

“Are you planning on eating that like a normal person or are you waiting until it has a bubblegum orgasm first?” Raine hissed in French.

“Why can’t I do both?” he replied with a laugh, clearly joking.

“Oh. Well don’t let me interrupt you and your candy boyfriend,” she smirked.

“Thank you. Lolli and I are trying to enjoy ourselves here,” he chuckled with an especially raunchy lick and a wink at Raine.

“Such a pervert,” she shook her head.

“You’re the one who took my completely innocent candy eating out of context,” he responded, “I’m sure Dmitrius didn’t even notice it like that. Why? ‘Cause you’re the super freak of the family.”

I snorted at the idea of me not noticing. Glancing over again, I saw him idly running his tongue over it. Damn you Zachery. He was going to make this one long semester.

***

The semester was long over and I was going to the Traviz Castle for the remainder of my Christmas vacation. Raine still wasn’t very happy with me but I had expected it. After coming out to her, I might as well had killed myself as far as she was concerned. I knew that she wouldn’t have taken it well but the disgust in her eyes was enough to give me whiplash. She never spoke to me and it was rare when she actually looked at me. She would always be my twin and I would always care about her, but she had to forgive me first before we could go back to the way we were before. I suppose me dating a guy was bad enough but that guy being the one she couldn’t stand was more stamina for her loathing.

I looked out the window and couldn’t see a thing. A soft sigh fogged up the glass. When the plane landed, I left it and was smacked across the face with the icy wind. Snowflakes littered my hair and I felt the cold water trickle down my scalp and neck. Pulling my coat around me, I made my way through the blistering cold with my back as straight as a rod and my chin stuck out. Ignoring the burning on my cheeks I walked up to the steps and the help carried my bags behind me.

At the door, the King and Queen of Bordeaux greeted me. I was polite and respectful and complimented their home which reminded me too much of my own. They took me to see their sons and I had dinner in the dining room with them. I knew that this honor would last only one night. They would not be having any more meals with me after this.

After what was undoubtedly an awkward dinner with people nowhere near my age group, I bumped into Alina. A large grin found its way onto my face. “Alina! I missed you, love,” I said and crushed her in a large hug. I heard her muffled giggles.

“I missed you too, Mitri! Come, I’ll show you my new room,” she said excitedly and pulled me along.

I shook my head and smiled at the young girl. I let her take me to her room. She was by far my favorite of all of Raine’s friends. Though I knew she was a commoner, something that Raine didn’t know, I still liked her. She made me re-think my thoughts on non-royals. I wasn’t so quick to judge anymore. They weren’t as bad as I thought. I was protective over her and I had the strange urge to spoil her as I would spoil my own child.

The girl was my first and only real friend. Hanging out with her was a kind of acceptance that I wasn’t yet used to.

As we came to a door, I froze. This was the room that the other Alina had died in. I remembered a maid pointing it out once when I had asked on a previous visit. It was a widely known fact that the other Alina, Prince Traviz’s ex-girlfriend, had died a horrible death in that room. I saw a picture of her dead body once and it had given me nightmares. There was blood everywhere and slices on her arms. When she hanged herself her head was drooped over at an odd angle with her mouth gasping for breath. Her face had been pale and grayish blue and her eyes stared with the most woeful expression. Her lips were turning purple and it hurt to watch. That single picture had taken a toll on everyone but for Prince Traviz to actually walk in and smell the death of his ex-girlfriend and see her blood dripping down her arms and hear the body spinning on the rope had to affect him horribly. I heard that he went for therapy for years before he left the castle.

Before I could enter the room, McGregor came in front of it. “Good evening young Master Richmond,” he smiled. I returned it easily. The older man and I had always been on good terms with each other.

“Good evening. How are you?” I asked.

“I’ve been better,” he glanced at Alina, “but I’m doing pretty well.”

“That’s good. How is Aristoria?”

“I don’t know,” he frowned slightly, “I haven’t seen her in months. King Traviz says that I have to be here for Damien with no disruptions.”

“He’s keeping you from your daughter? Can he do that?” I scowled, knowing how much he loved the little girl.

“He can and he is. He’s the king and you know as well as I do that that means he can do what he likes. It’s fine really. If your sister and Damien pull through with the wedding, I may be able to see her for her birthday if I’m lucky,” he said with mild hope, “She’d never forgive me if I missed her eleventh birthday.”

“I know. She does miss you when you’re away. She tells Raine,” I told him, “Well I hope everything gets settled. It’s not good for a child that young to be living on her own.”

“She has maids,” McGregor said though I could see that he didn’t feel comfortable with that answer either.

“We both know that there’s a difference between having guardians who tell you what to do and guardians who get told what to do,” I told him.

“I know. So how is Raine?” he asked changing the topic.

“I wouldn’t know. She doesn’t speak to me anymore and she seems to be always talking to you,” I said drily.

“I know but I haven’t seen her in a while. So you two aren’t speaking? That explains everything. I thought she was being distant,” he murmured, “What happened?”

“That’s none of your business,” I cut that topic short.

“Come, let’s talk for a little while,” he said and lead me away.

I promised to talk to Alina later but I spent such a long time talking to McGregor that by the time I was finished, she was already asleep.

As I walked down the long corridor, I found Zac’s room. It had been so easy to go from calling him Zachery to calling him Zac. We had gotten so close now that we were almost inseparable most of the time. He was my first boyfriend and I honestly couldn’t think of anyone else to be with. Other than the fact that he was the only gay royal in knew in France.

I knew that I had to marry someone else one day but I could ignore that for now. It would be a hard relationship for her because I wasn’t remotely into women and we were expected to consummate the marriage on our wedding night. I dreaded that. The thought of being with woman in that way disgusted me just as much as the idea of cheating on Zac. Eventually I would have to break up with him. The longer we were together, the harder it would be to break it off.

I could imagine his reaction at seeing me. I had ignored him all vacation. Dealing with Raine had been bad enough and I really didn’t want to talk to anyone. For the past few weeks my phone was hidden from hearing or sight. I knew that he had probably called but there was nothing to do for that now.

I opened the door and saw my bags in the hallway that led to the bedroom part of the room. Walking through the darkness, I realized that this room had no light bulb in the ceiling. I suppose it would be a waste to have a light bulb in here. He didn’t need one.

“Hello,” a deep voice rumbled from behind me.

My heart did a back flip in my chest and I gripped the wall, startled. “Don’t do that, Zac. You scared me,” I snapped. Turning around, I didn’t see him.

Holding out my hands, I tried to get my bearings. How the hell does he do this so easily? So gracefully? I almost tripped over my two feet. A pair of lightly muscled arms wrapped themselves around me. “Did you miss me?” he murmured against my ear. I shivered against him.

“Yeah, I did actually.”

Looking around, I saw him disappear from my line of sight and into the darkness. There was a splash of liquid hitting glass. I heard a clink before the sound returned. The carpet muffled his footsteps into extinction and I tried to pinpoint where he was but failed miserably.

“So how was the flight?” I heard him behind me.

My breath hitched and I spun around. A cool glass was pressed into my palm. “Drink up.” As I put the glass to my lips, I felt him tip it up forcing me gulp an entire glass of whiskey in one go. I winced as the sharp burn scorched my throat while a light sweetness lingered on my tongue. Black and White Scotch Whiskey. “It was pretty boring to be honest. Um…can’t we get a maid to put a light bulb in here?” I asked, “It’s fucking dark as hell.”

“No,” he laughed, “Why should we go give more work to the maids at this hour of the night. Kind of inconsiderate, don’t you think?”

“But I can’t see.”

“Neither can I. We’re equal now,” I heard the smile in his voice, “Tell me, love. Why didn’t you answer your phone when I called?”

“I – um – I didn’t know you called. I didn’t keep my phone on me this vacation,” I said looking around for him.

“Then that would explain why you didn’t call me either. Hmm…” he seemed to ponder over something.

“Yes. Seriously, would you stop moving about? I can’t see a thing,” I scowled reaching out.

“Join the club. You don’t hear me complaining do you?” he said with a chuckle.

“But you’re used to it.”

“That’s the problem with you sighted people. God blessed you with five senses and yet you use one and forget the others. Listen, smell, touch…taste,” he said and I felt his breath against my lips.

I moved closer to kiss him but he was too quick. I gave a frustrated grunt. The damn boy was toying with me. He’s bloody enjoying this.

“You’re pretty hasty for a guy who refuses to call his boyfriend for two weeks and ignores all of his calls,” he said drily and I heard the familiar splash of liquid against hollow glass.

“I’m sorry, Zac,” I rolled my eyes, “You know that I hardly ever use my phone. Should I have brought you flowers and chocolate? I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”

“I don’t think that’s a question that you want to ask me in your vulnerable state,” he said directly next to me, “Here.”

The glass was pressed into my hands again and I hesitated as I looked at the shadow before me. He raised it to my face and I gulped the burning liquid down. “I haven’t heard from you in two weeks. Did you ever consider that I was worried? You are a Prince, Dmitrius Richmond,” he said in a hard voice and I flinched at my full name, “there are people who would not hesitate murder you in your bed.”

“I know that. I didn’t consider that you would worry though,” I raised a brow, “It’s unlike you.”

“Did you know that a King and Princess were assassinated last week…from different cities?” he asked, “Of course I was worried about you and your guard, but apparently you don’t care enough to pick up a phone.”

I blinked once and he was gone by the time I opened my eyes again. Again, I heard the splash of the whiskey filling the glass. He brought it to me but when I gulped it, I found that it wasn’t scotch. It was vodka and the glass was almost completely full. I choked at the burning going down my throat. I felt better knowing that he was drinking with me. I didn’t want to be drunk alone. I wasn’t much of a drinker unless you counted wine and champagne and the mixed drinks were already making my reactions slow.

“What was the last thing you gave me?” I asked.

“Stolichnaya. Russian vodka,” he said.

I sat on the bed at his reply. Stolichnaya was supposed to be really strong. “What’s with the drinks?” I asked suddenly.

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how you react to alcohol. Curiosity really,” he said, “Think of it as an experiment.”

The room was getting a bit warm and I began sweating. I drank wines and only that. I usually never ventured out of that arena.

“So as I was saying before. I called you. Ten times to be exact. Not a single message I got back. “

I hadn’t even noticed when he came on the bed too. He was nothing but a dark shadow behind me at the moment. “Zac…” I muttered but he ignored me. A pair of fingers pulled my face to turn to him. His fingertips traced my jaw line leaving a blazing trail behind them. They easily found my lips and traced them gently. I was getting impatient and grumbled to myself. I had been here for twenty minutes and not a single kiss yet. “I missed you,” he breathed, “Two weeks has been too long.”

I saw his head lower toward mine and I closed my eyes, waiting for the familiar taste of his lips against mine. I gave a startled jerk when the cool lips pressed against my flushed neck instead. His mouth sucked at the flesh, surely leaving a mark on my pale skin. Squirming away I felt the tightening in the front of my jeans. Moving from one light bruise, he seeked a fresh spot as he nibbled and nipped at me. Blinking furiously, I tried to clear my mind but it was getting fuzzy.

“You’re tense,” he whispered against my ear, his wrist brushing the bulge in my pants accidentally. At least I think it was accidentally.

“Of course I’m tense. You’re tormenting me,” I responded with a glare.

“Poor thing can’t even speak English. I think you’re under stress,” he gave a dark chuckle.

I felt him leave the bed and I groaned lightly. He knew that my neck was my soft spot and that just had to be the part he went to first. Moments later, I felt his presence beside me again. Trained fingers well in tuned to touch unbuttoned my shirt and pushed them off, freeing my shoulders. His hands trailed down my stomach and slid behind the waistband of my pants, running against my skin with cruel slowness. The throbbing in my jeans was left unattended to and it was distracting me too much to allow me to enjoy Zac’s work.

I felt the belt unloosen and my pants and briefs slid off together. My hand quickly reached to touch myself but an even quicker hand slapped it away. “No no no. None of that,” he murmured into my ear. It was so chilling and yet so seductive. As he pulled off my shoes, I felt his bare shoulder against my leg. Clearly he was shirtless.

“Roll over,” he instructed before he disappeared from view again.

The dominance in his voice caused a shiver to run through me but I was smart enough to know when to challenge this future king and when to bow.

“Now relax,” he muttered. Something warm was running down my back and it smelt distinctly of baby oil. Smooth hands rubbed against my shoulders and felt every inch of skin there. His tongue trailed along the curve of my ear and my breath caught. Without thinking my hand reached down again in a desperate attempt to release some of the tension building in me, but he pulled it away. How did he always know? “I told you no,” he said firmly, “If I have to tell you again, I swear I’ll tie you to this bed and you really don’t want that.” He was right on one count.

Biting my lip, I forced myself to stay still as his hands devoured every inch of my back. His fingers ran over the skin and then the feeling of nails lightly scraping and teasing followed. His attention to touch was unwavering as he mentally mapped out my entire body. So far he refused to go anywhere past my waist and it was driving me insane. My toes curled as he skipped an entire part of me and massaged my calves. His hands pressed against it and rubbed the skin firmly. I felt his hands slide up to my thighs and I squirmed. He’s evil. Absolutely evil.

Finally, what felt like a half an hour later, a pair of warm hands cupped my ass. I gasped and went rigid with forced control. His hands didn’t linger though and my breath came out uneven. I was extremely hard and it hurt to feel him so close to me and not able to touch him.

“I love you,” he murmured against my neck.

I opened my mouth to reply when his fingers passed a barrier that I wasn’t expecting. My hands balled themselves into fists, nails cutting into my palms. The smooth stroking sensation caused me to grind into the sheets. “Behave yourself, love,” he chided with a particularly sinister thrust of his fingers. I grabbed his arm and my nails dug into his wrist with a moan. I felt his lips kiss my neck before piercing it with his sharp incisors in a playful nip. He sucked at the flushed skin, his fingers hitting a spot inside of me that caused me to moan his name in an unnatural voice. He had been purposely missing that spot all this time. Now his fingers brushed against it with every thrust and I grabbed fists full of sheet with my eyes shut. I was close to coming and he seemed to sense it. When pulled out, I whimpered.

Damn it. I was Prince Dmitrius Richmond. No one ever brought me to my knees like this. I can’t allow this. Raising up, I turned around. Before I could say anything, he covered his mouth with mine and I felt his own need brushing against my own. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. He grinded against me and I tried to catch my breath as the hot skin caused the most erotic friction imaginable.

He rose from on top of me and turned me around again. His hand coaxed me to my knees and I obliged willingly, holding onto the bed frame. All malice from before left the moment I realized that he was willing to give in.

I felt the tip of him at my entrance and laced my fingers with his. He didn’t let go and slowly slid inside me with the entire length of him. I hissed lightly and my toes curled as I waited for my body to adjust to him. I chewed on my lip with my eyes squeezed shut. It hurt but slowly it was fading.

“Do it…go ahead,” I breathed.

Zac didn’t seem to need any more than that and pulled out a bit before slamming into my prostate. I gripped the antique, wooden frame hard as his head slammed into me a second time, taking my breath. His fingers rubbed against my nipples and I had to force myself to breathe. His name fell from my lips and my back arched as he stroked inside of me with a single rhythm. His hands travelled along my body as I smacked against his bucking hips. “Zac…” I groaned. I felt blinded for a moment, blues and purples slipping across my vision. My body sweated out the alcohol which was already making me extra sensitive to every caress, every kiss, every nibble and lick. My hand reached up and tugged on his hair. I heard his breath hitch behind me. “S-Stop that,” he commanded hoarsely and grabbed both of my hands in one of his.

He reached out and grabbed a hold of my erection, kissing me lightly. I caught the sweet flavor of champagne. Matching the rhythm of his hand’s strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts, I lost all sense of control. It didn’t take long before I came violently into his hand. My muscles contracted in the heat of the moment, convulsing in ecstasy and milking his orgasm from him.

His hands let go of me and he dropped onto his back. My knees were weak and I lay down beside his spent body. He reached for the remote on the table and pressed the button on it. I saw the curtains part, letting in the moonlight flood in. My eyes took a second to adjust.

“You couldn’t have told me about the window?” I turned to him.

“You never asked. You wanted the light bulb, you never mentioned anything about the window,” he smirked.

“Bastard…”

“Well maybe next time you’ll pick up the damn phone and call, right?”

“Yes,” I said still trying to catch my breath.

“Mission accomplished then,” he chuckled, “I still love you though.”

“Love you too,” I sighed, “As sick and twisted and sadistic as you can be sometimes.”

“Mehh,” he shrugged and pulled me into a hug, “I’m not picky, I’ll take what I can get.”

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I've written a lot of things in my life - some that might scar you for life - but strangely I've never done a gay sex scene. Until I wrote it I didn't realize that that was one of the few things I've never put in before. Usually I try to do everything once in my life. Like a literary trisexual lol. Which is why I love Zac so much. He'll try anything once if it won't kill him cuz he says he'll only try death once and before he does it he wants to try everything else first. Weird guy but I created him so I love him. He's one of my babies. Like Damien and Dmitri and Alina and Cookie. <3 <3 <3

Yeah it's my first try (practicing a bit for my boyxboy) like I've said so many times before so don't complain. If you have a problem with something in it then use constructive criticism. I hate when people go off on something they don't like in a story and then don't tell you how to improve. Show me how to get better or tell me what part to change if there was a part you don't like. Saying "It was horrible" won't help the writer do well later on. 

And if what you didn't like was the actual boyxboy part, you already had two warnings in the beginning, you know the character in this one shot is gay, i prolonged the dirtier part to give you a chance to get out of the story whenever you wanted to. The choice to stop was in your hands a long time ago.