Sora wiped the unspent tears from Annalisa’s eyes then held her as they said good bye before the large crowd of emotionally-charged peasants who hung on every action and word made by the seemingly ecstatic royal couple. As was tradition in her homeland, she was returning to Duband to prepare the marital home for Prince Sora’s arrival. With more senseless rituals than Antoni wished to count, he did not much care why she was leaving, only that she would be elsewhere for the final six weeks of their engagement. Her absence was his final opportunity to realize his dream and make what he gave up in pursuit of his desires worthwhile. And if he failed…
He closed his eyes and ignored the nagging voice in his head that reminded him time and again just what failing would mean. An eternity of belonging to the witch-boy is a fine I wish not to pay. I’ve come too far to let that distract me from what I want… what I deserve. Sora would be his and he would do anything to have him. Even…
He kept his distance during the farewell show and waited painfully for the object of his obsession to sneak off away from the crowd and retreat into the sanctuary of his personal chambers. Antoni followed, fueled by lust so powerful, he could barely think about anything besides what he wanted to do to that boy.
* * *
Sora was tormented by conflicting desires that he feared he could share with no one, not even his beloved brother. He also feared for what the two halves of his heart could destroy if he gave into the wrong side. He loved Antoni, that he could never deny, but he knew if he cast aside his responsibilities and family’s traditions, many terrible things could befall his kingdom and home. As his brother would say, follow you duty, not your heart were both freedom and prison; no need to decide on his own yet what he wanted most was far from the king-consort of Duband that duty was to make him. It was difficult enough accepting that he would never rule in his own right but to spend his life with someone not Antoni made his future that much less appealing.
Why am I even thinking of this? Am I not happy when she is around? I may not love her the way I love him but there is something between us that may well become a lifelong love story. And yet I cannot banish these erotic thoughts I have of Antoni and I…
His breath caught as a wicked sensation traveled along his skin from between his thighs. He bucked his hips, forced the water to toll over his most intimate of parts. He gasped as he slid his hands down his stomach until his fingers found his excited flesh. With a slow, tight movement, he imagined his hand to be Antoni’s tight body.
He bit his lip to try and muffle his moans as he worked himself towards release; he body tightened and his gripped the edge of the tub as he moved his hand faster, harder until his toes curled and he came with a hushed cry. Breathless, he dropped his arms down and stared up in a daze.
“You have the most adorable crossed eyed look when you climax.”
Sora rolled his head to the right to see Antoni, his shirt open and his hand in his pants, smiling at him. Sora blushed and wished he could slip under the water and disappear as his stomach flipped. Could I be any more embarrassed? He knew there was no need for shame as they had been together and done far more than pleasure themselves yet something inside whispered how wrong the entire encounter was and he found it difficult to ignore that damn voice. Stop being foolish. It’s only sex. He pushed away the guilt-ridden thoughts and returned the smile as Antoni sat on the edge of the tub.
“I must admit,” Antoni said, “that was sexy.”
“Oh.” Sora blushed. “Um, why thank you.”
Antoni leaned down and kissed him and the blood rushed straight down. Before he pulled his lips away, Sora was again excited and Antoni smiled at the sight as he reached down and grabbed him. With lust reawakened so soon, Sora was overcome with desire for Antoni; he grabbed him by his hair and dragged him on top of him, pressed their eager bodies together. As he began pulling at Antoni’s clothing, a heavy knock echoed through the room as the door creaked open.
“Forgive the intrusion, Your Highness,” Samuel, Sora’s personal courtier, said from just beyond view, “but the queen has requested you see her in her quarters immediately.”
“Damn,” he spat, not wanting to push Antoni away. “Alright, tell Her Majesty that I shall be there shortly.” He looked at Antoni, saw the pout. “I’ve been summoned.”
“Perhaps later then?”
* * *
Antoni watched from the tub as Sora ran off to his dressing room. Annoyed and distracted by his lost moment, he did not take care in stepping out of the tub and slipped on the wet floor. A laugh reddened his cheeks and he rolled onto his side to see who dared mock him.
“I amuse Your Highness?” He growled at Tidus. “So glad I could make you smile.”
“Watch your tongue, peasant.”
“Watch your own.”
“What?” He took a step forward, fists balled. “You dare-”
“Why yes, I do.” Antoni pushed to his feet and stepped close enough to feel the heat radiating off Tidus skin. “In fact, I dare to tell you that your ill treatment of me will no longer be tolerated and if you continue acting like a spoiled brat, I will be forced to teach you a very painful and very permanent lesson, You Highness.” He pushed passed the astonished prince, slammed the door on his way out.
TO BE CONTINUED