New Thoughts and A New Love

    He loves her, or at least, he thought he loved her.

    He stood there, on the sidelines, watching silently with a very small, almost sad, smile; as the king was talking with her, the princess, Isabelle. He used to think he loved watching her; with her long blonde hair swaying this way and that and her thin curved body moving ever so slightly as she walked.

    It was hypnotizing to any guy, who would be watching, but for some strange reason, it wasn't to Jack; no, the former farm boy had unknowingly set his sights somewhere else in the room.

    To one, Elmont, it would seem.

    It was odd to think that Jack, the known giant slayer of the kingdom would turn away the princess and her request for marriage and go for someone a little… less… than her; the kings finest captain, another guy, and a much older one at that too.

    You could say that the eighteen year old grew fond of the captain when they were climbing the beanstalk to the heavens, and even more so when Elmont was at the very brink of death in the giants oven. But he thought the fondness wouldn't be stronger, at least, not until Elmont chose to stay behind to finish of Roderick and get the king's crown back.

    He was opted to protest, like the princess did, but stayed quiet; thanking this option much later when Elmont returned and helped fight off the giants one last time, defending their kingdom.

    Heh, the use of the word their felt rather right in that sentence and a string of joy came to the boy.

    Jack blinked the thoughts away just as the princess was making her way towards him, though not before seeing the small frown on the captain's face when he did so.

    "Isabelle." He greeted with his normal cheerful smile, uncrossing his arms and she smiled back.

    "Hello, Jack." She replied, her voice drawn like silk and he mentally shuddered, though not from pleasure, but from distaste. He didn't know what was wrong with him lately, and didn't particularly want to find out either. "What's wrong? You seem somewhat distant lately." She acquired and Jack cleared his throat, sparing one last glance to Elmont before turning fully to her.

    "N-nothing at all, Isabelle, just thinking about your request for marriage." He answered, forcing a smile. The statement wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either; it was just simply that and more.

    She seemed pleased with that answer. "Oh? And, have you an answer for me yet?" She asked and he shook his head slowly, mauling over the choices he had for that question.

    "I… I need a little bit more time, princess." He said before flinching. "I mean, Isabelle, I need a little bit more time, Isabelle." He corrected himself just as he saw her frown and backed away slightly, chuckling nervously. "S-sorry." He stated.

    "Jack…?" she questioned and he shook his head quickly but couldn't do anything before she spoke again. "Who is she?" she asked suddenly and he paused, blinking.

    "Excuse me?" He questioned back and she seemed annoyed by that, repeating what she asked.

    "Who is she?" She repeated in a fiercer tone and Jack gulped, shrinking back.

    "I…" he paused and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but you… you have the wrong idea." He said, looking away and finally walking out the doors.

    Once again, it wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either.

    He made his way across the halls and to his room, one that was so conveniently next to the captains quarters.

-0-

    Elmont blinked, confused as he watched the princess and Jack, silently eavesdropping on the conversation. He had heard the mention of the princess' proposal and Jack saying he needed more time to think. And then she accused him of cheating in which he just replied that she had it wrong and left.

    The boy was most certainly a curious case, one in which the captain indulged himself in quite a numerous amount of times.

    The captain wrapped up what he was doing, nodding to the guards and walked out of the room, a minute after the boy, and followed him to the rooms, seeing the boy walk into his own room and plop onto his bed, face down.

    Elmont chuckled at this, loud enough for the boy to hear, although he was really worried for the kid. "Well, well, if I hadn't known any better, I really would've thought you were putting off the princess for another woman." He smirked as Jack shot up from his bed, staring wide-eyed at the captain before frowning and looking down.

    Jack was one of those kids who entrusted everything he kept secret into one person, Elmont knew this, and he also knew that the kid trusted him most, but he didn't really think anything of it since he thought there were no secrets.

    "I… I kind of am." He said, almost in truth.

    Elmont's eyes widened and he tried his best to not sound upset, though failed greatly. "Y-you like another woman then?" He asked and Jack hesitated before shaking his head, making Elmont confused. "No? Then why say you are if you aren't?"

    "B-because I… I don't like another woman… b-but I do like… a g-guy…" he stuttered, looking away fully, afraid of the captains reaction.

    "Well, I don't much care if you like the princess or not, but now at least if I know the chap, I can do well to send a message if he ever hurt you." The captain huffed, crossing his arms as he entered the room, sitting on the bed next to Jack as he saw the surprised look on the boys face. "So, who is he, hm?" He asked, truly curious but also upset.

    Elmont, like Jack, also liked a man, or really, a boy. He liked the kid that he sat next to just now, Jack himself. It was truly odd, and most would consider him a pedophile if the boy hadn't been eighteen.

    "Well? Spit it out boy." He pressed and Jack gulped, moving away from the captain.

    "I… I-it's you…" he whispered, knowing full well he couldn't keep it from Elmont for long even if he wanted to.

    "What…?" Elmont was genuinely shocked, hearing those words from the boy and he really wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming this. "Can you… repeat that?" He asked, leaning back just as the boy fell back onto his bed, hiding his face in his pillow.

    "I like you Elmont…!" Jack said, louder this time, but it was still muffled from the pillow, though Elmont heard him. And with that said from Jack, a huge grin spread on the captains face.

    "Well I'll be damned!" He laughed, causing Jack to look up from his perch on the pillow.

    "W-what…?" Jack questioned, confused, although a blush spread across his face when he saw the captains smirk.

    "Want to know a secret, eh kid?" Jack nodded though he glared lightly at him when he said 'kid'. Elmont leaned in close when Jack sat up, causing his blush to increase. "I like you too." He admitted before closing the space between the two, watching with a satisfied smirk as Jack's eyes went wide and his face turned a bright shade of cherry red.

    When Jack regained his senses, he wrapped his arms around the captains neck, deepening the kiss, genuinely happy that Elmont returned his feelings.

    When the two broke for air, their foreheads touched and Elmont's arm found itself wrapped around the boys waist. "Y-you really like me…?" Jack asked and Elmont chuckled.

    "If I didn't then would I have kissed you?" Elmont grinned at the boys guilty look and Jack shook his head

    "I-I guess not." He answered and gave a soft sigh before he frowned. "E-Elmont…?" He looked up into the others eyes with a frown, blue meeting green, and Elmont tilted his head in confusion.

    "What's wrong now Jack?" Elmont questioned and Jack looked down.

    "What about Isabelle…? What if she finds out, what would happen to you and I…?" He asked and Elmont chuckled once more, wrapping both his arms around Jack and lifting him onto his lap, kissing him again, glad that Jack didn't hesitate this time to return the kiss.

    "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, okay?" He asked and Jack nodded lightly, resting his head on the others chest. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen, I promise." He added in a whisper, smiling softly. "I love you, Jack."

    "I… I love you too." Jack replied, smiling back.

2: 1.1.) Jalmont: Thank You, Isabelle

Isabelle's Reaction

    Jack sighed blissfully, lying in his bed, curled up beside his lover. He could definitely get used to this, even if it meant… the rough play every once in a while. He purred happily when he felt a rough, but gentle hand run through his hair and leaned into the touch.

    "Good morning, love." Elmont smirked as Jack opened his eyes, a small pleased spark in his bright angel blue eyes.

    "G'morning Elmont." Jack replied, still rather tired, and tried to snuggle closer but only ended up whimpering as the captain sat up.

    "Hey now, don't pout, it's time to get up." Elmont said, smiling softly. "As much as I would love to sleep in all day with you, we have things we need to take care of today, remember?" Jack frowned at that before nodding as he yawned and sat up. "Good, now get dressed. I will be right back." Jack nodded once more before clambering out of his bed, and the warmth, after Elmont left the room, most likely to his own.

    It had been at least a week since Jack admitted to Elmont his feelings and finding out Elmont felt the same. And during that time was both the best and the worst week Jack had experienced; both getting to spend most of his time with Elmont during the day and night, and having to avoid Isabelle's questions and demands.

    He was still rather afraid of how Isabelle would react, but they eventually had to tell her and Elmont decided today was going to be the day they did.

    "Well, here goes nothing." He murmured to his self, slipping on his clothes for the day before walking out into the hall and to Elmont's room, leaning against the doorway.

    "Like what you see?" Elmont teased; pulling his pants up, still shirtless and Jack blushed, but nodded anyway.

    After pulling on his shirt, he walked over to the younger male and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around his waist before kissing him gently, pleased when Jack kissed back. "Do we have to do this…?" Jack asked after pulling away, a small frown on his face and Elmont sighed, brushing a few strands of brown hair from the boys face.

    "We have to tell her, Jack, she deserves to know about us." He said softly and Jack looked down before nodding.

    "Yeah, I know… I just wish we didn't have to." He replied before kissing the captain once more, pulling away and grabbing his hand. "I guess it's now or never, right?" he tilted his head in that adorable way that Elmont loved and he nodded.

    "Now or never." He repeated.

-0-

    Jack gulped nervously as he watched the princess flit through her room, frowning in concentration. "I-isabelle…?" Jack called out nervously and immediately she stopped walking around and turned towards him, blinking in confusion before smiling wide.

    "Ah, Jack!" she exclaimed, walking over to him and giving him a big hug. "So glad you came to visit me." She teased and he gave a nervous smile, to which she raised an eyebrow to. "Are you alright Jack, you look pale…" she trailed and he looked down.

    Did he really look that nervous? I guess he certainly felt that nervous, but with a small glance back at the doorway where Elmont stood and a reassuring smile from the captain had him gaining confidence.

    "I-isabelle, there's something I need to tell you… and it's really important." He said before adding. "Promise me you won't get mad, or yell, or laugh, or… or do anything insulting."

    "Uh, alright…" Isabelle was a little confused when he said this, but gave him all her attention, smiling softly at him. "I promise, now tell me what's wrong."

    "I... well… I need to tell you the reason why I couldn't accept your proposal…" This gained her interest, but she kept quiet for Jack's sake. "And I guess… you deserve the truth. I couldn't accept it because I really did like someone else… but that someone wasn't a girl like you thought…" he stuttered before biting his lower lip and looking away.

    Isabelle stared at him in confusion before looking up and behind him as she saw Elmont come in with a small smirk on his face. "El-" she was shocked when she saw the captain wrap his arms around Jack and hugged him close, the boy smiling softly and looking at the older man with an expression she'd never seen him wear.

    "I do believe that what our dear little Jack is trying to say here is that he's hopelessly in love with the finest captain in the entire kingdom." Jack blushed slightly at that before looking back at the princess, smiling nervously.

    "Y-yea… E-elmont and I are d-dating…" Jack finished and Isabelle stood there, shocked.

    Silence was met with what they said and for a few seconds, Jack began to worry and panic. But all thoughts were erased from his mind as a loud, high-pitched squeak was heard and he was immediately torn from Elmont's embrace and into Isabelle's.

    She's surprisingly stronger than she looked, Jack thought bemused and confused, while Elmont smirked.

    "Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! I knew it, I just knew you two were going to get together and I was just waiting and waiting and this is wonderful!" Jack's eyes widened at that and he pulled back.

    "Wait!? You knew…!? How!?" To say Jack was confused was a complete understatement… he was in fact completely and utterly astonished by the info.

    "Well… that fact that the two of you kept giving each other looks and the way that you follow him everywhere like a lost puppy… also… I kind of heard… stuff when walking outside your room one night." She admitted, smiling sheepishly as Jack's entire face went from light pink to bright red in seconds and Elmont burst into laughter.

    "Well, that was easier than I thought, eh Jackie?" he grinned, pulling the boy close to him again, satisfied with what the princess said.

    "Oh and I have to say one thing, Jack, before you two leave to do whatever," she smirked before smiling softly at him and he returned it, still rosy cheeked. "I'm glad that it was Elmont who was the one you liked, even if it wasn't me." She said truthfully, and Jack's smile brightened.

    "Thank you… Isabelle." He replied, leaning into Elmont's embrace. "For everything."

3: 2.) Jalmont: Confessions

Confessions

    "Isabelle…?" The blonde haired princess looked over to the brown haired boy, tilting her head as she buttoned her dress shirt up.

    "Hm?" she hummed in acknowledgement, noting he looked incredibly nervous, which she mistook for nervousness about going to the ball.

    "Can I talk to you?" Jack asked and Isabelle nodded.

    "What is it Jack?" she questioned, looking slightly worried from the tone in the other's voice.

    "I…" he paused and then shook his head, putting up the usual fake smile that she always bought. "Nothing, never mind." He said and she smiled back, nodding.

    "Well then, come on, you need to get dressed, and I will not have my husband looking like a ratty old farmer." She said, not noticing her mistake as he flinched to those words.

    "Y-yes…" he mumbled, frowning when she turned away from him, tears threatening to spill but he bit them back in fear of what she would think; of what she would say if she found out.

    You see, Jack wasn't like what everyone thought. He wasn't like the fearless version of himself when taking on those giants, not like what everyone kept saying. But in truth, he was just a scared, lost, puppy looking for a home and a family, looking for someone to love and for someone to love him as who he was: just a regular, nineteen year old boy who constantly found himself scared of every little thing and who was also secretly gay as of nine months ago, when Isabelle began insulting him and expecting him to be who he wasn't.

    He dressed up in the suit she gave him, forcing a smile when she turned to him once more before saying farewell and heading out with her friends to the ball.

    He just nodded to the half-hearted goodbyes and sighed, sniffling as he wiped away the first few tears.

    Isabelle, his wife of a year now, was not the sweet, cute, funny girl that he met at the play of Erik the Great and the giants, no she was a cruel, selfish, princess who regarded him like a ruined book and treated him like he was just another common dog, a man who cared nothing for feelings or for other people. And it hurt, hurt so much that he no longer felt any feelings for the beautiful princess and actually feared her more than anything, more than the giants he once fought.

    "You alright kid?" Jack looked up suddenly, surprised to hear the familiar voice and then smiled brightly, his eyes wide with excitement.

    "Elmont!" he shouted, before running over to the captain turned traveler.

    Seven months ago, Elmont, the king's finest captain, had announced to the kingdom that he was going to become a traveler; no one knew why though and it saddened Jack to hear that since the man was the one who Jack actually trusted and felt safe near. You could even say that Jack developed a small crush on him.

    Elmont chuckled as he caught the boy in a tight hug, hugging him back tighter. "You miss me that much huh?"

    "Y-you were gone for over six months!" The boy whined and Elmont laughed at the childish whine.

    "Sorry about that, you know, lots of places to explore, new people to meet, it takes a while to do." Elmont apologized before adding. "How's Isabelle? You surviving the marriage?" he joked but quieted his laughter as Jack buried his head in his chest. "Jack, what's wrong?" he asked, genuinely worried.

    "I… she… I can't do this anymore." Jack whimpering, trying his hardest not to cry.

    Elmont frowned down at the younger boy, wrapping his arms tighter around him. "What's wrong, Jack?" he repeated, more worried than before.

    "I'm scared… Elmont…" he whimpered, before he wiped away his tears, backing away and turning from Elmont. "I-I'm sorry…" he added before shaking his head and sighing. "I… I have to be going, s-she… Isabelle will be upset if I… if I'm late… again." His voiced cracked in saying those last few words and Elmont sighed, shaking his head as well as the boy passed before placing a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

    "Jack, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll listen," he paused, smiling softly though the boy acted like he was ignoring him, "you're not alone." He finished, earning a small smile form the boy before he walked away, leaving Elmont to his own thoughts.

    I've been gone so long, it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with Jack and Isabelle during the ball, would it? He smirked to himself before going to get ready for the ball he would attend.

-0-

    Jack watched timidly as he saw Isabelle talking with her friends and took a deep breath before walking over to her, smiling as the ladies looked at him, giggling when they did and he was tempted to frown at that.

    "Y-you look lovely, Isabelle." He complimented her and she snorted, unladylike.

    "Of course I do, now go make yourself useful and get me and Jenny some punch." She said and Jack turned away, the frown intensifying. Does she… hate me…? He thought in slight dismay but he supposed that would be okay since he no longer likes her in that way anyhow.

    He was only a few feet away when he heard the loud and obnoxious giggles and laughs and heard what the girl, Jenny said. "Your right! He's such a loser!" Jack lowered his head at that and sighed, going to get the punch before returning to the girls.

    "Sorry, Isabelle…" he apologized and she sent him a confused look, tilting her head.

    "Whatever for, Jack?" she asked, her tone of someone who didn't care a bit. He shook his head and walked away from them, wanting to get out of here before anything else happened that caused him to break.

    "Excuse me, sir, would you like to dance with me?" He looked back to see a very pretty woman with a small smirk/smile on his face and he was tempted to say no but in the end nodded, saying yes.

    Her smirk grew at this and she led the boy to the dance floor, starting to dance, him mimicking her actions. He really wasn't pleased to find that Isabelle was smirking at the two and he was about to leave when his eyes widened as her foot met with his leg and he tripped, wincing from the fall and also from the laughter that erupted around him, including from the lady and from Isabelle and her friends.

    Great going jack, you're just making a bigger fool out of yourself. He turned away from them, from her, standing up and dusting his suit off before walking off towards the crowd and the doors, the people still laughing, that is, until he felt someone grab his arm and he was about to turn and tell them off until he heard a familiar voice.

    "Mind telling me why the whole kingdom is laughing at you?" Jack turned with a frightened frown towards the man and shook his head, not wanting to speak in case his voice betrayed him and stole a glance at Isabelle who was still laughing at him.

    "L-leave me alone… Elmont…" Jack stuttered, turning away from him and the others.

    "Jack." Elmont said his name in a small commanding tone that made the boy freeze up.

    "Please don't laugh or yell at me…" he whimpered. "Elmont, please don't you do it too…" Elmont gave a soft sigh and turned to glare at the others as they went back to the ball, his vision coming to Isabelle and her little group of 'friends'.

    "Come on," he led the boy over to a few benches near the punch table which was vacant and sat him down, sitting next to him. "Jack, please… I want to help." He said in a softer tone than before.

    Jack just shook his head and tried to prevent the tears from falling but failed. "I-I can't… y-you can't… you w-won't understand… no one u-understands…"

    Elmont knew the kingdom, Isabelle, expected a lot from the boy, from Jack the Giant Slayer, but he knew all too well that they expected too much from him. That was one of the reason he left, so he wouldn't see the people treat him like someone he wasn't, another reason was that he just simple couldn't bear to watch Isabelle and Jack together anymore. It was sickening to him, especially when Jack pretended everything was perfect, but he knew… he knew everything wasn't, he knew it was all far from perfect.

    "Jack, I used to be the one person that you entrusted everything to, what's so different about now? After seven months, why won't you talk to me?"

    At that, Jack snapped. "Because you weren't there!" he yelled, Elmont's eyes going huge at the outburst and the people near them stopped what they were doing in favor of eavesdropping on them. "You were supposed to be there! But you weren't! Instead you were miles away in a place that I didn't know doing god knows what and I had no one to talk to, no one that understood me, no one that cared!" he accused and Elmont for the first time in his life, looked genuinely guilty.

    "I'm sorry…" he said and Jack wiped away a few tears, shaking his head.

    "I've lived in hell… all because people expect me to be who I'm not! I'm not a fearless adult who is scared of nothing, I'm not someone that likes the title of Giant Slayer. I'm just a kid who can't live up to anything, who was afraid of the giants and who is afraid of the princess and the expectations of the kingdom. I'm a kid that just wanted someone to talk to, to look up to… to love… but I couldn't because there was no one that I could… not in the seven months that you were gone." He admitted and sniffed, looking down and away, not caring anymore if Elmont wasn't the only one who was listening.

    "But… I thought you loved Isabelle." Elmont stated, confused now and also somewhat thrilled that he was the person who Jack actually cared about and trusted more than anything in the world.

    There was only one thing in the world that he never wanted to admit, not even to Elmont, and this was it, but he was far too gone to notice he said what he didn't want to. "Yeah, well I don't like Isabelle, I don't like the princess anymore! I don't even like girls!" he shouted, and before he could stop himself, he continued. "No, Elmont, do you know why? It's because for as long as I can remember, I've liked boys, and the only one who I've ever actually loved, Elmont, is you!" he confessed and then gasped, his eyes wide, and his hands over his mouth as he looked, scared to death as he stared at the person of his affection.

    "J-jack… you…?" Elmont couldn't think of a single thing to say, not a single word that would reassure Jack that he was not going to hate him or laugh or yell at him and never talk to him again, but he just couldn't, because his mind had seemed frozen still at the boys confession.

    "I-I'm sorry… I shouldn't h-have said that…" Jack backed away more before he ran away, pushing through the crowd of people who had gathered around them before he came across a pissed Isabelle, who looked ready to kill, in the middle of the ballroom floor. "I-Isabelle, I-I can explain…!" he started before she raised a hand and slapped him, the sharp noise echoing throughout the room and Jack flinched, a bright red hand mark printed on his cheek.

    "Don't ever, ever, come near me again." She spat, and he frowned.

    "I-I'm sorry…" he apologized before she turned on her heel and walked away from him and he stood there, watching her retreat. "I'm sorry… princess…" he added and she hmpfed.

    The slap was what brought Elmont back to reality and he quickly stood up, just in time to see Jack standing there with a pissed off Isabelle in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at the sight and his fingers itched in anticipation but he held back, since it was part of the code to not hit a woman, especially the princess of all women.

    He rushed over to the boy and winced at the sight of the red mark. "Jack." He said his name softly and the boy jumped, turning around to see him, flinching visibly, afraid. "Jack I'm not going to hurt you." He said truthfully, placing his hands on the boys shoulders.

    "E-Elmont?" he asked timidly and the older man smiled softly at him, moving his hands from his shoulders to his waist, pulling Jack to him in a tight hug.

    "I'm sorry I wasn't there… I just couldn't watch the two of you live happily ever after…" he admitted and Jack's eyes widened.

    "W-what do you m-mean…?" jack inquired and Elmont chuckled.

    "It's ironic, isn't it?" he answered with a question of his own, still not letting up on the hug. "You've loved me all along but I had no idea, and I liked you and left because you, Jack, were married to a woman and not to me. It's stupid now that I think about it."

    "Y-you like me…?" Jack was thoroughly shocked to hear that and his lips twitched upward in a very small smile.

    Elmont nodded, "As crazy as it sounds, I do." He said, pulling back from the hug to look into the boys eyes and smiled wider. "I really am sorry that I left… if I had only known, then I wouldn't have. And now that I do, I won't ever-" Jack cut him off, leaning on his tip toes and placing a small kiss on the others lips.

    Elmont smirked at this, Jack pulling back hesitantly, smiling nervously. "Y-you talk a lot…" he whispered, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly and Elmont laughed before pulling the boy to him for another kiss, this one neither hesitated a bit to participate.

    Meanwhile, across the room, the king sat in his chair with a rare smirk playing at his lips as he watched the two in the middle of the room, chuckling to himself. "It's about time those two got together." He said and Isabelle huffed, crossing her arms to her chest as she stared disbelieving at her father. "About time indeed." He added just as the music started playing once more and the people began dancing around the former captain, Elmont, and Giant Slayer, Jack.

4: 3.) Jalmont: Howl With Me?

Howl With Me?(Au)

    Elmont and Jack were wolves, each of a different pack; one was a playful, black omega of the northern pack, and the other was a strong, white alpha of the southern pack. Each wanting to howl with the other; but of course, it's against the rules for an alpha to howl with an omega and both knew this very well.
Elmont and Jack had been best friends since pup-hood so it wasn't surprising when Elmont found himself, one day, crouched low in the brush, waiting for a certain black furred wolf to stroll through the lands.

    It was what he would always do when he was bored. He'd hide in near-by bushes, waiting for Jack to come along and then he would make his move.

    Which, it wasn't long before he heard the familiar happy humming of his best friend and he grinned, crouching lower as he spotted the wolf padding through the grass and dirt. Wait for it… wait for it… and… now! With these thoughts, Elmont immediately let out a loud howl and pounced on the unsuspecting Jack who let out a startled yelp before Elmont tackled him, pinning him to the ground.

    After a few seconds of panting and staring at one another they both erupted into fits of laughter.

    "I can't believe after all these moons, you still don't catch me." Elmont snickered and Jack stuck his tongue out at him, trying with all his strength to push the larger wolf off of him.

    "Yeah yeah," he huffed, shaking his fur as he stood up, looking to the other wolf and smiled.

    "So… how's my favorite omega?" he asked, already knowing the answer and Jack giggled before grinning.

    "The usual, bored and lonely." Elmont rolled his eyes at the whiny tone that the younger wolf used and then chuckled.

    "Haven't found a lovely miss to settle down with, huh?" he knew the answer to this as well as Jack stuck his tongue out again and gagged. "Of course, well, are you still going to the Moonlight Howl?" Jack brightened up with that question and nodded.

    "Of course I am!" he grinned. Elmont knew he was because the younger wolf always loved to show off his voice. It really was lovely, and quite beautiful, just like the black wolf himself. "And you?"

    "Yes I am, but unfortunately, Father wants me to howl with Isabelle." Jack grimaced at that name and sighed softly, looking away with a sad expression.

    "Oh, right… he still tries to get you and Isabelle together to unite the packs huh?" Elmont nodded, knowing precisely why the other wolf was downtrodden at the mention of that. The white wolf padded forward and licked the other male on his head, in between his ears and chuckled as he ducked.

    "Hm, I wonder what it would be like to howl with you." Elmont smirked as Jack lowered his ears in embarrassment before he glared at him, backing up.

    "You know as well as I do that omegas can't howl with alphas. It's against pack rules." He barked and Elmont frowned at his town, stepping forward but Jack only backed away again.

    "If only it wasn't then I wouldn't have to howl with her, and I'd be able to howl with you, Jackie." Jack looked away once more in embarrassment.

    "Don't call me Jackie." He bit out and Elmont smirked.

    "Why not? I rather think it's a lovely nickname." Elmont snickered and Jack glared at him, half-heartedly though.

    "Because if you start calling me Jackie then I'll call you Elli like how I did when we were pups. Remember? You never liked the nickname so I stopped calling you it." He said in a matter of fact way and Elmont's smirk only widened further.

    "Very well then, I'll stop calling you Jackie, but only until after the Moonlight Howl." He said and Jack gaped at him before growling playfully and pouncing on him.

    "You jerk!" he huffed, nipping at the others ear as he laughed and tugged gently, their usual 'fight' beginning once more.

    "Jack! Get away from my wolf!" Jack froze at the familiar voice and flinched slightly, immediately following the other alphas order.

    Elmont groaned and got up, ruffling his fur as he looked to a beautiful blonde colored wolf and rolled his eyes but he smiled anyway. "Hello, Isabelle." He greeted and she smiled back, though not before glaring at the omega that glared back but held his tongue.

    "Hello handsome, ready for the Moonlight Howl?" she said in a voice sweet and silky that made Jack gag and turn away. Elmont gave a believable chuckle that sounded pleased and nodded, only Jack seeing through his façade.

    "I'm looking forward to howling with you." He answered and she grinned, pleased with that answer before she walked away, brushing her tail under Elmont's chin who did unbelievably well with not flinching.

    Jack rolled his eyes when she walked away and shivered visibly as an exaggeration to what he really felt. "I hate her." He mumbled and Elmont smirked.

    "She's your clans' future alpha; you should watch what you say, because she could easily throw you from the clan." Jack stood high and mighty at that with a playful grin.

    "She can't throw me out if you're the clan alpha though, because 'nothing happens without the alpha knowing about it'." He quoted what Isabelle's father had told him when he went in the bogs to play with his friends. He'd gotten in trouble but at least he learned never to play in the bogs again. Elmont laughed with that and then grinned.

    "She also can't throw you out if you're my omega." Elmont said in a purr and Jack froze, blushing a bright red.

    "H-huh…?" He questioned dumbly and Elmont just smirked, turning and walking away, only giving him a wink and a few small words.

    "See you at the Moonlight Howl, Jackie." Jack stepped forward quickly.

    "W-wait, Elmont…!" he whined but the alpha was already gone. "Aw damn it." He huffed but turned away anyway and began walking back to his clan territory, to his den. "Hey wait! He just called me Jackie!" Jack seethed with mock-anger, before stalking off.

    It was finally the night of the Moonlight Howl and both clans were gathered at the pride rocks for the occasion. Isabelle waited at the top of the rocks for Elmont, while other wolves around her frolicked and gathered to howl with one another or just talk. Some omegas sat at the bottom of the rocks, trying to get pretty or handsome wolves to howl with them but most failed at this. Jack was among those that failed, but he often did this on purpose.

    Elmont hadn't even shown up yet, and the only reason was because he was trying to find a way to get out of howling with Isabelle and to find a way to howl with Jack.

    It was later though when the howling started up and chorus' of laughter and voices rose around pride rocks that he showed up and Jack, still having sat at the bottom, froze at the sight of the handsome white wolf, the moonlight shining off his fur that only furthered his beauty.

    Jack swooned and his tongue was hanging from the side of his mouth though he quickly straightened up when Isabelle hopped down from the rocks, all howling stopping at the sight of the white alpha and the blond alpha confronting one another.

    "Isabelle, you look as beautiful as ever." Elmont smiled as he complimented her, and held in a growl when she pushed Jack out of the way.

    She giggled and had the decency to look embarrassed. "Thank you Elmont. You look handsome tonight." She returned the compliment and he bowed, his smile furthering, though looking a bit strained. "Shall we?" she motioned with her tail to the top of the rocks and Elmont paused in his movements before taking in a deep breath and letting it out.

    He had come to the pride rocks for only one reason, and that was to howl with Jack, and damn it that was exactly what he was going to do.

    Elmont bowed, acting as if he was going to take her up on that offer but ended up brushing right past her, much to the amazement of the wolves of both clans, Isabelle, and Jack; who stared wide-eyed at the white wolf as he walked towards him.

    Elmont nuzzled Jack and smiled softly. "I do believe I owe you a howl."

    "B-but E-elmont…?" Jack whimpered slightly, watching as Elmont was walking towards the rocks and he had no choice but to follow, ignoring the stares until they were at the top. "I-I can't h-howl with you… t-they'll kick me out…" Jack reasoned and Elmont nuzzled him again.

    "I won't let them. And if they threaten to throw me out as well, then so be it. Jack, I'm not leaving you alone, not now, not ever. Please, Jack, howl with me?" he asked, looking hopeful and the black wolf blushed but he nodded and Elmont sighed in relief before straightening up and facing the moon, Jack doing the same.

    Elmont started the howl, in a low melody and timidly, Jack followed, both creating the perfect harmony; and after many moments of silence around the two as they howled with one another, beautifully, other wolves starting joining in. The Moonlight Howl starting out timid but after each heartbeat, the notes became stronger, clearer, and more confident.

    Isabelle stood at the bottom, seething and forgotten, by many and all.

    After many moments, the howl came to an end and Jack stopped howling, lowering his ears slightly and Elmont followed suit, confused.

    "Jack? What's wrong?" Jack blushed slightly and he looked up into Elmont's caring blue eyes and he, out of impulse leaned forward and pressed his nose to the others, his blush deepening. "J-jack…?" Elmont was shocked, to say the least. He never figured Jack would be confident enough to do that and yet, here he was, touching noses with the other and before the other could pull away, he nuzzled back. Jack's ears rose slightly and he smiled.

    "I-I love you… Elmont…" Jack blurted out after they pulled away and Elmont smirked/smiled.

    "I love you too, Jack." He murmured softly and they touched noses again before both joined in the last chorus of the howl; pitched perfect and howling beautifully with one another into the night.

5: 4.) Jalmont: Jalmont Lemon

Jalmont Lemon

    Jack didn't know what had happened, one second he was talking to the princess and then the next he was being dragged off somewhere in the castle.

    Jack, the princess Isabelle, and Elmont the captain, had finally gotten rid of the giants. Jack sent them back home, the beanstalks were cut once more, and this time, there were no beans that remained and the crown was hidden, for another time and another place.

    And yet, through all that, Jack could honestly say that he wasn't in it for the princess, no, he was in it because of his partner, Elmont, the king's finest guard turned captain and had yet to know of the captain's feelings towards him as well.

    So, after the beanstalks were cut and they all headed back to the castle, Jack was chatting with the princess about a few… 'questions' she had and he had politely turned them down before he was so rudely, I might add, dragged off somewhere else, and that was how he got to where he was now: pushed up against the wall, his eyes closed, his hands pinned above him, and lips on his.

    He knew the other was a male, since no woman could even pin him like this, so why didn't he try and push him away? Maybe the reason was just because he was secretly hoping the man in front of him was his partner, was Elmont, the man who helped him during their journey to save the princess. Not to mention that he had instantly melted into the kiss, worshipping those lips that captured his.

    After a few more moments of this, the older man pulled away, smirking and liking what he saw. Jack's eyes were half-lidded and his expression was really close to the line of sexy used to describe women you bedded. He also happened to have the lightest of pink of his cheeks and slightly confused look in his angel blue eyes that really did make him look innocent and like an angel that fell from heaven just for him.

    "E-elmont…?" Jack questioned, clearly surprised as his eyes went wide and his blush increased, causing the older man's smirk to grow.

    "My my, who ever said that fantasies were greater than the real thing clearly never had the real thing." Elmont said; in a voice sweet like silk that made Jack squirm slightly and his blush grow.

    "Elmont, w-what are you doing…?" Jack asked, looking around them to see they were in an abandoned guest room that was in the back of the kingdom.

    "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm collecting my reward for saving the princess." He said in a casual tone with a mischievous smirk and Jack didn't have any time to respond before Elmont's lips captured his own again in a small chaste kiss before moving down to his neck, kissing, biting, and sucking, trying to find that one spot that made him…

    Jack moaned, rather loudly, and Elmont smirked, lingering on the spot he was on, making a mental note that this was where it was, before going back to claim his lips. This was definitely better than his fantasies, Elmont clarified as he trailed his hand down Jack's back until he reached his ass, giving it a tight squeeze that made the boy all but jump in surprise, letting out a small squeak of surprise that made Elmont chuckle once more.

    "I think I'm getting quite tired of standing, aren't you?" It wasn't really a question, but more of a statement, considering Jack wasn't given any time before Elmont picked him up, having the boy wrapping his legs around his own waist and clinging onto him so he wouldn't fall before making his way over to the bed that was in the room, and dropping Jack on it with a small pleased grin, wasting no time in taking the boys lips once more, working on getting Jack's clothes off, not bothering with his quite yet.

    Jack blushed when he was practically naked, save for his boxers and squirmed slightly. "W-wait! I-I don't… t-think…" he stuttered, trying to find a way to finish his thoughts but only resulted in blushing more, looking away from the predatory gaze that Elmont fixed on him.

    "Don't think what?" Elmont asked, looking up at the boys' face, only to blink and sit back. "You're kidding, right?"

    Jack gulped and shook his head, still not looking at the captain, his blush increasing until Elmont laughed and made Jack glare at him.

    "You mean to say that you've never actually done this before? Not even with a woman?" Jack squirmed slightly with those words and at the slight tug to his boxers from Elmont, a smirk on his face.

    "Well well, isn't this a rare sight in the kingdom, the finest captain getting to bed a virgin who is not only a boy, but eighteen years old as well." Jack huffed, crossing his arms at that sentence and went back to glaring at Elmont. "I assume it's safe to say that you've at least jacked off, right?" Jack's eyes widened slightly and he went straight back to blushing and looking away, unconsciously pulling his knees up to himself and Elmont stared at him in disbelief. "So this is all new to you?" Elmont asked, clearly not believing the boy at all but then smiled softly as the boy hesitantly nodded and he placed his hand on one of his knees, leaning over and kissing him. "I suppose I can wait for my prize then, hm?"

    Jack blinked at that and snapped his head to look at the captain before shaking it furiously. "N-no! I-I want to d-do this… I-I mean… I… I'm just…" he frowned, fear, worry, and something similar to panic shown in his eyes and once more Elmont smiled at him, a true and genuine smile.

    "Jack, I'm not going to do anything that you're not ready for." And with this, Elmont began to sit up but was stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist and he looked back, his eyes widening slightly.

    "Please…?" Jack begged, his bright blue eyes pleading for him not to go, almost like a puppy would if they wanted attention or if they were going to be left alone. "I…" he took a deep breath, looking almost confident, "I'm yours to take." He finished and it took all of the captain's will power to keep from taking the boy right then.

    "I certainly hope you know what you're getting yourself into, kid." Elmont said; smirking before crawling back over onto the bed and claiming Jack's lips once more, the boy returning it, his lips parted in a way that said it was okay. Elmont answered by slipping his tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

    Jack moaned when the captain did so, blushing ever so slightly before he moved his hands up and tugged on the captain's shirt, making a small pleading noise.

    Elmont chuckled once more as he broke the kiss to do what Jack wanted, taking both his jacket and shirt off before going back to him and kissing him again.

    It wasn't long before both were only in their boxers, feeling each other up and filling the room with soft moans and pleas and approving noises. Elmont was almost growing impatient as he tugged at the younger boys boxers, earning a small whimper that made the captain give out a small growl-like noise and shove his hand down the boys underwear, gripping his member tightly.

    Jack's eyes widened at the contact and he broke away quickly, but not before he let out a rather loud moan in the process. "Wha- Ahh!" His head fell against the pillow harshly as Elmont's hand moved against his shaft, creating a feeling that he'd never quite experienced before to run through his body and his member.

    Elmont grinned deviously, loving the little mewls and moans of appreciation from what he was doing before he stopped, earning a whimper of disappointment and confusion before tugging down the kids' boxers.

    "E-elmon…!" he was briefly cut off when the captain licked the tip of his member teasingly, a smirk on his face as he did it again, sending Jack in a world of pure ecstasy as his mouth engulfed him whole and he began bobbing his head up and down, listening to the noises that came from Jack as he writhed in pleasure.

    Since it was Jack's very first time with this particular… activity… it wasn't long before he had come into the captain's mouth, shouting Elmont's name in the process.

    Elmont smirked wider, swallowing every last drop before pulled back with a satisfying pop and looked at the boy, who happened to be sprawled out on the bed in front of him, looking very much fuckable at the moment, panting as he tried dearly to get back his precious breath. "Well, I had no idea that you were… vocal." Elmont grinned as Jack blushed a bright red.

    "S-shut… u-up…" Jack half-heartedly mumbled, his breathing almost back to normal before the captain swooped down and captured his lips once more.

    "Don't you even think for a second that our little fun is over." Elmont said in a husky tone that sent a shiver down Jack's spine and he gulped, nervous as hell. "Especially now that you look rather, fuckable right now and might I add sexy as hell?" Jack's blush grew and he looked away from the captain's lust filled gaze.

    "D-don't say… that…" Jack squirmed slightly, trying his best to glare at him as his blush increased before Elmont reached over towards the night table and opened a draw, grabbing out a small clear bottle and opening it up. Jack watched hesitantly and curiously as the captain squirted some of the clear liquid onto his fingers and rubbed them around, meeting his smirking gaze and he blushed.

    "Now, this may hurt a bit, okay?" Jack hesitantly nodded, watching as the older man placed the lubed fingers near his entrance and he moved away slightly from the cold contact.

    "E-elmont…!?" He winced, Elmont holding him in place for a second, as he felt the intrusion.

    "Relax," Elmont leaned up and stole a small kiss from the boy, hoping to get his mind off of the pain, but was surprised when he heard a light moan and then smirked, so my little Jacky actually likes pain. Interesting.

    Still trying not to hurt the boy much though, Elmont waited a few seconds before moving his fingers around, adding a second finger after a few more, muffled, moans got his attention and then a third was added.

    Jack didn't know what he was feeling; all he knew was that, between the pain and pleasure, it was incredible. Although, after a few more seconds of this, he gasped, arching into the fingers as a whole new feeling exploded through his body.

    Elmont grinned, knowing that he'd finally found the boy's prostate and pulled his fingers out, earning a small whimper in return, deeming him ready for what was next. He grabbed the bottle once more and poured a generous amount into his hand, after removing his own boxers, rubbing the liquid around his own rock hard member before spreading Jack's legs wider and positioning himself at his entrance.

    He looked up at the boy and smiled softly when he saw what was expected, a little bit of fear and uncertainty, but also want and desire. He brushed his hand across his cheek, feeling the boy tense as he did so before he relaxed. "We can stop right now, if you want." He hated that he was even suggesting the idea but quickly took back his thoughts as Jack squirmed.

    "P-please…?" that one little plea was all he needed as he gripped his hips in order to keep him from squirming more and pressed into him, hissing at the feeling, watching the boys expression go from pleasure to slight pain and he opted to wait, once he was fully sheathed, until Jack's eyes met his and with a small hesitant nod he let out a small relieved breath, though looking uncertain himself before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, earning a small cry of both pain and pleasure.

    Elmont pulled back again and thrusted into Jack again, repeating the action, each time trying to find the right position so he could hit that one little spot that would make Jack see stars.

    "Elmont…!" Jack gripped the sheets tightly, writhing with pleasure as the captain picked up his pace, hitting that one spot every time he did. It only added to the pleasure when, after a little while of this, Elmont gripped his member and stroked up and down, timing it right with his thrusts.

    Elmont knew he was close, he could also tell that Jack was as well; after a few more thrusts, Jack came with a rather loud shout of 'Elmont', Elmont coming a few seconds afterwards, spilling his seed into the younger boy below him before all but collapsing onto him.

    Jack panted, trying to catch his breath, which was rather difficult to do with the weight that was on his chest, but managed. "E-elmont…?" Jack questioned, as the captain sat up finally and Elmont hummed in acknowledgment, looking at him, almost in confusion as he saw the boys expression. "W-why did you… d-do you…" Jack stuttered, unable to finish a full sentence or meet the captain's gaze.

    Elmont blinked a few seconds, trying to understand what he was trying to say before his eyes went wide. "Are you asking me why I, we, did this?" he asked and Jack blushed slightly before nodding his head, still not looking up. Elmont chuckled softly and pulled the boy into a sitting position before hugging him, smiling softly. "I thought I had made that part clear." He murmured, chuckling once more as Jack shook his head slightly, hugging him back, almost as if he were afraid that he would leave if he let go. "I love you, Jack; have ever since I laid my eyes on you back at that… play."

    Jack's eyes widened and they contained a small spark to them when he pulled back, looking rather happy. "R-really!? Y-you mean it?"

    "Of course I do, and I hope it' safe to assume that you return my feelings?" Elmont smirked, already knowing the answer to that question and Jack nodded his head quickly, leaning forward to place a small kiss on the captain's lips.

    "I-I do! I-I love you too Elmont!" Jack hugged him again, smiling brighter. "I really hope this isn't a dream…" he murmured after a few seconds, and Elmont chuckled before placing a small kiss on his neck and laying the both of them down, covering them up with the covers.

    "Oh, I highly doubt that this is a dream, kid." Elmont replied back, kissing him again. "Get some rest, alright?" Jack nodded, feeling exhausted now and snuggled up to the captain's chest.

    "I love you," Jack murmured, already being contained by sleep and Elmont smiled, kissing his forehead, laying his head on the pillow.

    "I love you too, Jack." He replied softly, the kid already fast asleep, him soon following.

6: 5.) Jalmont: Please?

Please...?

    Jack's eyes widened as he got the news, "Rose and I are getting married," and forced himself to smile.

    "Congratulations, Elmont." He nodded to the captain as the older grinned wide.

    "She's a wonderful girl; I don't know why you don't like her." Elmont added and Jack's smile dropped, turning his head away.

    Because she took you away from me… "Whoever said I don't like her?" Jack asked innocently looking back at him with another, brighter, fake smile. "She's sweet, kind, funny, and perfect; the ideal girl for a strong, caring, loving captain like you." He added in an almost distant voice, swimming through his thoughts to try and collect his composure before the good captain.

    "Jack, is something the matter? You look rather pale." Elmont frowned slightly as Jack looked away again, shaking his head. "Well alright. Anyway, the reason I told you, not only because you're my best friend, is because I wanted to ask you something very important."

    "What…?" Jack questioned, looking unsure as he looked back at the captain, curious this time.

    "Would you do me the honor of being my best man?" Elmont grinned while he asked and Jack's eyes widened and was about to say no but shook the thought from his head.

    "I… Yeah, of course… Who would say no to being the best man of the greatest captain in the kingdom?" Jack laughed nervously, slowly backing away as Elmont laughed as well. "H-hey uh, I have to go… I-I promised the princess I would buy some things at the marketplace." He lied and Elmont nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder and winked.

    "Well then, good luck." He teased and Jack smiled softly before turning and doing his best not to just run away from the older man.

    It had been two and a half years after what happened with the giants, Jack now being twenty years old, and when they had gotten back, he tried to work things out with the princess but failed after seven months of things going downhill and they broke up. The only reason being that he had set his sights somewhere else in the kingdom, to a certain captain named Elmont, his partner in crime.

    But unfortunately, four months after the giants, Elmont had met a very pretty girl named Rose and she was everything that any girl wanted to be. She was smart, funny, kind, beautiful, and all in all the perfect girl for someone like the captain but that only angered and saddened Jack even more since he was not only everything that was the opposite, but he was a boy to top things off and he knew that Elmont would never date a guy, let alone him.

    So when the news about the wedding came, after two years of Elmont and her dating one another, it didn't surprise him really but it instead proved only further that Elmont would never go for someone like him.

-0-

    It was now the day of the wedding and Jack smiled a soft and genuine smile as he walked into the grooms room, his tie untied only because he didn't know how to tie it, as he saw Elmont, a rather awful look on his face that instantly made Jack's smile drop. "Elmont?" he questioned and the older man looked back at him, blinking before giving a bright smile that Jack knew was fake.

    "Ah, Jack! So glad you could make it." The captain teased, walking to his best friend and leaning down slightly. "Having trouble with your tie? Hm, here, let me fix that for you." Jack blushed, annoyed that he couldn't get in a word, as Elmont expertly tied the tie around his neck and Jack looked away, clearing his throat.

    "Elmont, what's wrong?" he asked, although it should've been the other way around, Elmont asking him that instead.

    Elmont looked up, blinking as he registered the question before sighing. "Shouldn't it be me that asks you that question, Jack?"

    "I-I don't know what you mean." Jack said pathetically and Elmont frowned slightly.

    "You've been bitter and edgy ever since I asked you to be my best man. And normally I'm able to tell what's wrong with you, Jack, but I just can't seem to get it now." Jack looked down, facing away from him.

    "Shouldn't the groom be worrying about the bride instead of his best man?" Jack asked, a little bitterly for his taste and Elmont growled slightly.

    "That is exactly what I'm talking about. What is it that you have against Rose…?" He paused after that sentence and Jack flinched, hoping he didn't figure it out. "Why are you against this marriage?" Elmont asked after a long silence and Jack gave his own sigh, knowing he couldn't avoid it any longer, but wishing he didn't have to say it.

    "You'll hate me…" Jack said, his voice cracking slightly and he winced at how it sounded, along with Elmont's frustrated sigh.

    "Jack," he said sternly, making the younger boy look at him, "answer me. Why are you against this marriage? Is it because you like her and want her for yourself?" Jack shook his head at that question, still not looking into the others eyes.

    "No… I don't want her for myself… I… I don't even like her. You were right when you said that I didn't like her. But, it's not what you think." He finally got up the courage to look the captain in the eyes and took a deep breath before doing something that he knew would ruin his friendship. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them and immediately pulled back, backing away. "I-I'm sorry… but I don't… I… Elmont, I… What I'm trying to say is that I… I love you, and I can't stand to see you marry a woman, or another person, who isn't me." He said boldly and Elmont frowned.

    "Jack," the younger boy looked up immediately, seeing the small frown and backed away another step, biting his lower lip, ready for the older to yell at him or punch him or throw him out. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

    That was not what Jack was expecting. He blinked, "Huh?" he replied dumbly and Elmont shook his head.

    "After all this time, you haven't said a single word to me about this," Elmont said and Jack frowned.

    "I thought that you'd hate me… not to mention you have a lovely fiancé who is waiting to be married to you." He said solemnly and Elmont rolled his eyes.

    "I don't hate you, Jack, in fact quite the opposite. And you're right, I do have a lovely fiancé waiting for me, but that doesn't change the fact that if you tell me not to, I will cancel the wedding." Jack's eyes went wide at what he was hearing.

    "Wha-? W-what do you mean? Don't you love her…? Why would you cancel a wedding just because I asked? Are you-?" Jack questioned and Elmont gave a soft smile as he cut him off with a gentle kiss, leaving Jack a blushing mess.

    "Crazy? I might as well be." He chuckled. "You just have to ask and I will." He said, meaning every word.

    Jack frowned slightly, before looking down and sighing. "Please…?" he all but pleaded. "I don't know what I would do if you got married to her… or to any other woman for that fact." Jack said softly and Elmont's smile grew before he pulled Jack to him in a tight hug.

    "If that is what you want, then yes." He answered, kissing the younger once more. "I wouldn't want the one I love to be a broken hearted mess after this, now would I?" Jack teared up as he clung tightly onto the captain, burying his face into his chest.

    "I love you, Elmont." Jack said, his voice muffled and Elmont chuckled softly.

    "I know, and I you."

7: 6.) Jalmont: Drabbles 1-5

Jalmont: Drabbles: 1-5

1.

    Elmont gave a harsh sigh as he leaned against the wall, watching the new recruits train under the head guard in the kingdom.
    "Ugh, pathetic." he mumbled to himself.
    "Give them a chance." Another guard, Christian, said with a light chuckle, crossing his arms.
    "You can give them a chance, I couldn't care less about the new recruits." Elmont muttered to himself before pushing off the wall, nodding to the guards and watching with annoyance as the recruits dispersed and he gave another harsh sigh.
    "What's this? The infamous captain, annoyed?" Elmont turned his head with a smirk to a grinning brown haired boy with bright blue eyes.
    "Well hello, and what's a pretty boy like you doing out in the barracks?" Elmont chuckled as Jack glared at him.
    "Watch it Elmont." he huffed as Elmont walked towards him, pulling the boy close and planting a kiss on his forehead.
    "So no hello to your dear old boyfriend?" Elmont snickered and Jack shrugged.
    "Hm, hello Elmont." Jack said jokingly.

2.

    Jack sniffled, wiping roughly at his tears, sitting curled up in his bed. He had been sitting in his room for an hour, crying over a silly little break up.
    The thing that caused the breakup was the fact that Jack found Isabelle cheating on him, and she had said insulting things to him when he found out, degrading him and the worst thing was that she had been the one to break up with him, throwing him out of her house and he had to go back to his own apartment that he shared with his best friend Elmont.
    Elmont sighed, as he stood outside the boys room, frowning at the boy on the bed. "Jack?" Elmont tilted his head as the boy stifled his sniffles and looked up timidly.
    "E-elmont...?" Jack wiped more tears from his face, clearing up the small frown that he had on his face.
    "Can I come in?" Elmont asked and Jack nodded, sitting up straighter just as Elmont nsat on the bed across from him. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked and Jack looked away from him and found a small pattern on the bed particularly interesting.
    "I... there's nothing to talk about." he answered and Elmont gave a soft sigh.
    "For what it's worth Jack, I still love you, always have and always will." Elmont smiled.
    "T-thank you... Elmont." Jack said, and for the first time that day, he smiled.

3.

    Jack grumbled, slamming the door behind him. He and Isabelle had gotten into another fight about their former relationship and he once again told her off while she was desperate to get back with him.
    "Go away Isabelle, leave me alone." Jack growled, glaring at the blonde as she tried to cling onto him.
    "B-but Jack, we could've had something!" she pleaded before seething. "It's that bastards fault, it's all Elmont's fault!"
    "Don't you dare say anything bad about him!" Jack snapped and she backed away, still seething.
    "He corrupted your mind Jack, if it weren't for him, you would still be with me." she said and he huffed.
    "No! I love him and there is nothing you can do about that Isabelle!" And with that, he left.
    He sighed and sat on the couch, his face buried in his hands. For the first time in so long, he had actually said that he loved Elmont in front of another person, and he never thought he'd say that to her of all people.
    "Honey, I'm home!" Elmont said as he walked through the door in his usual cheerful manner.
    "Elmont..." Jack greeted, still upset.
    "Hmpf, well hello to you too." The older man huffed in a joking way and Jack looked up, still frowning, but as soon as he had his eyes were wide and Elmont grinned.
    "E-elmont?" Jack gasped, seeing the small black and white ball of fur on the mans shoulder. The little kitten perked up at hearing his voice and mewed in a very adorable way that instantly cheered the younger up and Elmont picked the kit off of his shoulders; handing her to the boy.
    "Happy Anniversary." he whispered in his ear, chuckling at the excitement in the others eyes.
    "You remembered!" Jack smiled brightly before hugging the older man, kissing him passionately before breaking away, almost purring softly, or maybe that was the kitten. "Thank you Elmont, I love you!"
    "Love you too, Jack." Elmont chuckled.

4.

    Jack ran through the castle as fast as he could, panicked and panting, his eyes wide with fear and worry.
    "Please be alive, please be alive!" he chanted out loud, even as he was running out of breath, but he had to get there or something worse might happen. He had to be there for him, they promised each other and he promised him he would come back alive, he had to... he didn't know what he would do if he died on him.     "Elmont don't you dare die on me!" Jack shouted into the halls, just as he skidded to a halt in front of the nursery.
    Relief flooded through his body as he heard the familiar chuckle from his best friend/boyfriend. "What a surprise." Elmont mused as he weakly stood up and Jack stalked over to him, relief washing out and filling up with anger.
    "What the hell were you thinking going up against the elite team from Hero?" Jack shouted and Elmont raised an eyebrow at him. "You could've gotten seriously injured, or worse, you could have died, and then what!" Jack growled and Elmont chuckled again.
    "So nice to see that my boyfriend was worried about me." he said and Jack stiffened.
    "How can you joke about something like this...?" he asked, tearing up. "Do you have any idea what I've been through throughout the entire month and then just earlier today when I heard that the great Captain Elmont was 'gravely injured'? I was worried sick!" he fell on the bed, hugging the man tightly, not noticing the wince.
    "Okay okay, I'm sorry... Jack, that hurts!" Elmont sighed when he saw that it was no use trying to pry the boy off of him so he sat up straighter and hugged him back. "Jack, I'm fine... you don't need to worry anymore."
    "You have to promise you won't do anything rash like that ever again... please, Elmont." Jack pleaded, pulling back and Elmont smiled sincerely, nodding.
    "I promise, Jack." he chuckled, kissing the boys forehead. "Besides, I think I'm done with being captain for this kingdom." Jack looked at him, shocked and confused.
    "What do you mean?" he asked and Elmont smirked.
    "What would say if I asked you if you wanted to travel with me, you know, go out and see the world, just you and I?" Jack's eyes widened and he nodded.
    "I... I would love to! But what about the king, your duties? What about Isabelle and your friends?" Jack asked, frowning and Elmont sighed, laying down, pulling Jack down with him, wincing only slightly.
    "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Elmont assured and Jack snuggled closer to him, smiling softly, feeling extremely exhausted.

5.

    "Jack?" The boy turned his head with a small frown as he looked to a blonde girl, the princess.
    "Isabelle," he greeted, not really wanting to talk to her because of the fit she threw when he dumped her and she thought that he did it for another woman, which was far from the truth but still oh so close. "What do you want?"
    "My father told me." he froze at that and turned to her once again, eyes trained on her. "May I come in?" He gave a soft nod to that and sat down on a small couch that was in the room.
    "W-what did he tell you...?" Jack asked, timid and afraid. He really didn't want her to be mad or hate him for the choice he made.
    "About you... and Elmont." she lowered her head at that and he gulped.
    "W-what about me and... h-him...?" she narrowed her eyes at him and he visibly shrank away. "O-oh..."
    "Look Jack," she softened as she saw how frightened he looked and scooted closer to him, "I'm not saying that I don't like it, in fact I always thought you two would've made an excellent couple..." she paused and he tilted his head.
    "R-really?" She nodded, with a small but sad smile.
    "I just wish you would've told me, and I would've been okay with it." she hugged him and he blinked for a few seconds before hugging her back.
    "Oh thank you Isabelle!" he said, giddy, now that he knew his best friend was okay with his relationship.
    Just at that moment, Elmont walked into the room, about to shout his regular 'Honey, I'm home' bit but blinked as he stumbled onto the scene before him.
    He cleared his throat, feeling awkward. "P-princess... Jack..." he greeted to the silence and Jack immediately pulled away from the hug and jumped up, running to the man and hugging him tightly, planting a small kiss to his lips, causing Elmont's eyes to widen. "J-jack...!" he choked before smiling and hugging him back, looking from the boy to the princess and then back to Jack.
    "She approves!" Jack said in an excited and happy manner and Elmont grinned, nodding to the princess who had a small smile on her face and then a smirk.
    "So... when's the wedding?" At this both boys broke apart with a choking Elmont and a giggling Jack.

8: 6.1.) Jalmont: Drabbles 6-10

Jalmont: Drabbles 6-10

6.

    "Jack, Jack!" Elmont ran into the room, looking quite frantic. Jack looked up at that moment, no longer paying any attention to the book in his hands, in favor of seeing what was wrong with his boyfriend.
    "Elmont, what's wrong?" Jack questioned, standing up, placing the book on the couch beside him and walking over to the older man.
    "He knows! The king knows!" Jack's eyes grew wide.
    "B-but how! We haven't told anyone but... but h-her..." Jack frowned and Elmont nodded.
    "She told him..." he said with a slightly bitter undertone and Jack lowered his head.
    "S-so...?" Jack looked up again and Elmont frowned slightly, still looking panicked.
    "He wants to see us... now." Elmont replied, nodding and stepping aside for Jack to walk ahead of him.

-0-

    "Yes, your majesty? You asked for us?" Elmont stood straight as he spoke with excellent poise.
    "Yes," was all he said, and Jack looked timidly from the king, to Elmont, to Isabelle who looked smug, and then back to the king. "It has been brought to my attention that you, Elmont, and Jack are, is it, dating one another. Is that true," he paused knowing Elmont was going to lie to protect the two of them and then added his name, "Jack?"
    Elmont quickly snuck a glance to his boyfriend, seeing the panic in his eyes and was about to speak up when the king shook his head.
    "It's quite alright Jack, you can tell me the truth." He knew the boy wouldn't lie anyway, especially since he now had his head lowered.
    "My father asked you a question, Jack." Isabelle spat, saying his name with venom in her voice and Jack flinched, nodding.
    "W-we are..." he said softly and then looked up. "W-we're so sorry, your majesty! We would've told you, honest! But we, I was just so scared of how you would react, to how the kingdom would react. I-I mean I-Isabelle, er, the princess only found out by a-accident!" he rambled and only stopped when the king chuckled; both boys and Isabelle looked to the king in confusion.
    "Your majesty?" Elmont questioned.
    "Father?" Isabelle was quite shocked by the chuckle, she honestly thought that he would yell at them instead.
    "Eh...?" Jack muttered intelligently, also thinking what Isabelle was.
    "Jack, there's absolutely no need to apologize." The king smirked and Elmont blinked while Jack tilted his head, still confused, but then Elmont grinned.
    "You mean...?" The king nodded.
    "I knew all along about this and honestly, it's about time!" The king laughed and Jack and Isabelle's eyes went wide.
    "What!?" the two shouted in unison, but Jack was altogether glad to hear this, as well as Elmont, though the princess herself was mortified. The king nodded and Jack, in all his excitement and dare I say, giddiness, hugged the captain beside him.
    "Thank you, your majesty!" he said, while Elmont chuckled, the king still laughing, and the princess as well as Jack's book were all but forgotten.

7.

    He was stupid he knew, but he didn't care, because standing there, in the middle of the cold rain with nothing but a light jacket some boots and normal jeans, he could honestly say that he liked waiting... He liked waiting there, against the walls of the castle, for him.
    It wasn't pleasant for his body, but it might as well have been for his mind, for he just leaned against the wall, his head back against the stone and closed his eyes, thinking while he waited.
    It was like this every sunday, monday, tuesday, thursday, and saturday for the boy, the guards knew because they watched the boy walk to the castle without fail each time and wait for their captain to come out and then with a bit of scolding from the older male, they would leave.
    However, the captain was late this time, held up by the princess's questions about new recruits and he tried to finish up the conversation but the attempt was proving fruitless.
    Finally, when the princess was finished, she headed back for her room, bidding the captain farewell and with that, he grabbed his things and climbed onto his horse, thinking that no one would be waiting for him out in rain like this. And when he reached the castle gates, he was soon to proved wrong when he heard a rather loud sneeze from beside him and looked over to see that familiar boy, hood up, sitting against the wall and in the mud, still waiting for him.
    You could say that he was beyond surprised to see his faithful boyfriend waiting for him like this but it did nothing to stop the small smile and the later thoughts of yelling at him for doing this.
    So, he cleared his throat, the boy looking up, a bright smile on his slightly red face, and offered his hand; watching as the boy stood up, walked over to the horse, and hesitantly took it, climbing on.
    This time, there was no yelling, no frowns, no scolding looks, just that small smile that the captain had and the love-sick grin that the boy held, from what the guards could see, and with a few words to the boy and a few nods to him, they were off.
    It was a surprise to the guards to see that the next day, the boy had yet to fail to wait for their dear captain, at the same time, the same spot, and with the same small smile that he always wore; except, something was off this time and they didn't know what.
    Though if anyone asked, the boy would blush and just wave the subject off.

8.

    Elmont and his best friend Crawe were standing along the tops of the walls surrounding the kingdom, a stack of balloons filled with soured milk at their feet while in their hands were a few balloons, just waiting for release.
    Below them walked several unaware guards, servants, and a few townspeople, only few unfortunate enough to cross with the balloons spiteful path to the ground.
    Crawe let go of his balloon just as a woman walked below and with a great big splat and a shriek, both the captains burst into a fit of loud laughter, hiding behind a part of the wall from the onlookers below and they waited, their laughter ceasing only slightly before going again, this time Elmont's turn.
    But, the captain was unaware of whom his balloon was going to hit, as a boy with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes walked below, humming happily to his self.
    Crawe nudged his friends shoulder with a cheeky grin before nodding. "Come on Elmont! Let it go!"
    "Aw man this is great, I wonder who it's going to hit." Elmont commented before releasing the balloon, both peering over the edge and as soon as they did, Crawe burst into laughter and Elmont's eyes went wide with fright.
    "Sh-" A sharp yelp, "it!" Elmont ducked, but not before the boy, Jack, looked up with narrowed eyes, spotting him.
    "Elmont...!" Jack growled out.
    "You're in for it now Cap." Crawe snickered, his laughter continuing as Elmont scrambled to his feet and ran down the path. "Good luck!" Crawe shouted, still grinning as his laughter died down, going to continue his fun without the older man with him.
    "Wait Jack! I didn't know, I swear!" The desperate plea was heard all through this part of the kingdom and Crawe once again burst into laughter at his best friend and the captains boyfriend, as well as the squeal of surprise from a servant below.

9.

    Jack climbed swiftly onto a small black horse just as Elmont climbed onto his trusty white mare, both looking at each other with a small sharp nod before they headed towards an open field dotted with white fluffy sheep.
    The little mammals had just escaped their pin and Jack had been asked to help herd them back into the fences, and Jack had gladly accepted the job, along with the help of his faithful partner in crime, Captain Elmont.
    "Ready kid?" Elmont questioned and Jack nodded, grinning.
    "I was born ready." Jack said excitedly before pulling sharply on the horses mane. "Hiya!" he urged on, rounding to one side of the feild, surrounding some of the sheep and leading them back to the fence.
    Elmont began doing the same after watching his lover expertly handle the little woolen creatures, somewhat failing himself.
    "Need some help captain?" Jack neared him, a teasing smirk on his face and Elmont gave a heavy sigh before shaking his head with a smile.
    "I suppose I do, just don't expect me to return the favor." He said and Jack chuckled.
    "Of course not. Well come on then."
    The two of them continued to herd the sheep until both men stood outside of the large brown pen, Jack leaning over the side of the fence to pet a small sheep.
    "You really like doing this kind of stuff, don't you?" Elmont questioned, Jack looking up at that, blinking in confusion before grinning and nodding.
    "I love it. It's like I'm back home... being with the animals and the country landscape." Jack sighed dreamily, smiling to his self and Elmont frowned slightly before tilting his head in confusion.
    "You don't like it at the castle?" He asked and Jack snapped from his thoughts, looking back at the captain, frowning slightly.
    "I never said that..." he answered carefully.
    "No, but you never said you liked it either, so come on, you can tell me." Elmont moved closer to the younger boy, winding an arm around his waist before tugging Jack to his chest, allowing the younger boy to lean against him.
    "I... well I guess not. I mean... I don't feel at home there at the castle... it just doesn't feel like I belong there with all the others, the servants, the princess... or you." he said truthfully and Elmont gave a soft sigh.
    "If you were able to, would you move back out into the country, with the animals and the other farmers?" Elmont asked, looking down at the boy in his arms with a thoughtful expression.
    Jack shrugged lightly although he answered quickly to that. "I would give anything to be out here again... it's just... I don't want to be away from you..." Jack replied, frowning before smiling as he looked up at Elmont who also had a smile on his face.
    Elmont leaned down to close the gap between them before pulling back slightly. "Hey, don't worry about it, it was just a question." he said softly and Jack nodded, kissing him back.
    "Okay..." he murmured.

10.

    Jack let out a sharp, high pitched sneeze, sitting up straight with his head against the headboard and let out a small groan afterwards. "Why did I have to get sick now of all days?" he questioned half-heartedly before turning his head as he heard a light familiar chuckle.
    "I think your little sneeze is quite adorable," Elmont commented and Jack glared at him, genuinely annoyed.
    "Don't you have guard duty?" Jack asked, not wanting to deal with Elmont's little 'comments' no matter how much he loved to hear them, even though he was a boy.
    "I gave my shift to Christian, just so I could help out my little kitten." Elmont smirked as Jack blushed, although the blush could have very well been a result to his fever, looking away from the captain.
    "I'm not your... kitten." he murmured, not at all upset although he acted like he was.
    "Maybe not," Elmont chuckled softly before sitting on the bed beside Jack, giving him a tray of soup and water, along with an apple that he swiped from the cafeteria, "but you are my boyfriend." he leaned over to kiss the tip of Jack's nose, smiling softly as he avoided his gaze.
    "That doesn't mean you have to take care of me, you know? The princess could've done it, she wouldn't have minded much, really..." Jack mumbled, almost to his self and Elmont sighed.
    "Nu uh, you're my responsibility and I will not allow her to take care of you." he said and Jack glared at him once more after a taking a small bite of the soup.
    "You say that as if I'm just some little helpless animal that you took in." he said curtly and Elmont chuckled once more before shrugging.
    "You certainly act like an animal, a little kitten in need of help." Jack huffed before eating some more of the soup, just a tad bit mad for that comment. "Come on, don't be mad, Jack." Elmont smiled at him and Jack tried not to smile back, but failed. "Eat your soup and get some rest."
    "Think I'll be better by tomorrow?" Jack asked as he snuggled into the covers while Elmont took the tray and set it on the desk next to them. The captain smiled softly at this and leaned over to kiss his forehead.
    "We'll see," he replied and Jack nodded, yawning.
    "Love you Elmont..."
    "Love you too, kitten." At this, Jack couldn't help but smile, although his smile hidden under the blanket as Elmont got up to leave the room.
    Maybe he was Elmont's kitten, but only if Elmont was Jack's wolf.

9: 7.) Fable: Forgiveness

Forgiveness

    The black haired, bright blue eyed, young prince awoke from his deep slumber, his eyes still closed as he listened sleepily to the sounds around him. Birds were chirping lively out the windows of the rather large mansion and Hiro felt a small smile tug at his lips when he realized what it was that woke him up.

    A large hand was running through his hair, petting him it would seem, and he leaned into the touch, almost purring.

    He opened his eyes as he heard a deep chuckle and looked up, his smile widening when he looked to the other occupant in the bed, his lover. An older man with dark chocolate brown hair and honey brown eyes that always managed to captivate the young prince: the one and only, Reaver.

    "Good morning." Reaver said and Hiro greeted him with a kiss and he giggled lightly.

    "Morning!" he said with a brighter smile, if that was possible, and Reaver smiled back, something that was rare unless it was around the prince himself. "Hey wait… what time is it?" he asked, looking confused and Reaver hummed as if in thought for a moment before answering.

    "I do believe, my dear prince, that it is almost noon." With that Hiro's eyes went wide and he quickly sat up.

    "I slept in?!" he gasped in shock before pouting and looking to Reaver. "You weren't supposed to let me sleep in!" he whined and Reaver smirked.

    "Oh but you just looked so cute that I didn't want to wake you up." He said and Hiro blushed slightly at the word cute before sticking his tongue out in a child-like and un-prince-like manner. "You are such a child Hiro." Reaver said as he chuckled, sitting up as well and Hiro grinned at that.

    "Yeah, but you love me anyway, right?" he asked, eyes bright with child-ish glee and what looked to be hope, causing Reaver to roll his eyes and kiss the younger man.

    "Yes, Hiro, I do." Hiro beamed with those words before jumping up. "Now where exactly are you going?" He asked, truly curious and Hiro turned back to him as he righted his weapons and shrugged.

    "I don't know…" he answered truthfully before looking up in thought. "Um… I think Walter wanted me to meet with someone to help against Logan, or something like that." He added after a bit of thinking and Reaver chuckled lightly.

    Hiro had always shared with him everything that was going on, all his secrets as well. Hiro had even told the older male about his childhood and about Logan as well. Though Reaver already knew about Logan, he let the child ramble on and on, listening to him with interest. He rather liked how animated Hiro was with him and appreciated that the prince trusted him so much, even more than he's trusted anyone else. He knew this because Hiro had told him so and he had no reason to ever doubt the young prince.

    "Good luck, love." Reaver smirked once more as Hiro blushed but nodded.

    "Thank you Reaver." He said happily, kissing the man again before standing up once more and walking to the door.

    "And do stay out of trouble, I don't know what I would do if my little Hiro were to get himself hurt." Reaver added and for a moment Hiro froze, knowing what he meant before turning back to give the man a half-assed attempt at a smile and Reaver frowned slightly, catching his mistake. "Hiro?"

    Hiro turned again, slightly confused this time and found Reaver to be standing next to him, though he can't really say he was shocked. "Huh?" he questioned dumbly and Reaver smiled, leaning down to kiss him lovingly.

    "I love you." He murmured and Hiro's face brightened at that.

    "I love you too." He replied, before adding in a small whisper, "Thank you, Rea." And with that he left, leaving a somewhat shocked Reaver behind.

    And then Reaver smirked, somewhat liking the nickname the prince gave him.

-0-

    Hiro greeted Walter, having walked to the Bowerstone Market, with a sheepish grin, seeing the man's stern glower and he waved. "Hi Walter." He said and Walter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

    "Where the bloody hell were you Hiro? I've been waiting for you here for hours, hours!" Walter scolded and Hiro once again grinned sheepishly, with the small hint of a blush.

    "I'm sorry… I slept in." he answered, truthfully, though not saying he was at Reaver's manor in fear of what Walter would do if that secret slipped. Both he and Reaver would be in deep trouble; as Logan would surely kill both him and the older man. Not to mention it was practically illegal to fraternize with someone of the same sex, let alone love them.

    Walter groaned. "Oh what am I going to do with you?" he questioned and Hiro let out a small giggle that he barely hid. Really only Reaver was allowed to hear him giggle like a little girl; after all, it was un-prince-like, very un-prince-like actually. "Well come on then, Page is waiting for us in the sewers. She'd like to meet with you I'm sure." He said and Hiro nodded, somewhat confused but didn't question anything as he started to follow Walter from the Market and to the Industries where the entrance to the sewers were.

-0-

    When they got there, Hiro was greeted with the horrible stench of the sewers and he tried his best to hold his breath as well as stay out of the water, something that he never really liked, since he could barely swim well.

    He was also terrified of water because of something that happened when he was little. He'd almost drowned in the lake because of his brother and he told this to Reaver too, un-intentionally pushing the man's hate for his brother further.

    "Tch, this is who you bring to help us? He doesn't look like much, Walter." Hiro was brought from his thoughts when he heard a girls voice and looked up to see a few people staring at him, including a woman with red hair and piercing green eyes and a tall male with blonde hair and blue eyes. They both looked relatively friendly, but then again, the girl was glaring at him.

    "M-my name's Hiro, it's n-nice to meet you…" he said, bowing politely, unable to help the small stutter in his voice as he usually became shy around those he didn't know. It was like that with Reaver too for a little while, but Hiro had soon became comfortable enough to not stutter around him, of course he still stutters but only when he's really embarrassed or when he's frightened around Reaver, which the latter never ever happened. He can't say the same though about the former, since Reaver embarrassed him quite a lot.

    "Ha, this little kid is going to help the resistance?" the blonde haired man laughed and Hiro blushed slightly, lowering his head.

    "Don't underestimate him; the kid's taken more of a beating than you ever have, Benn." Walter countered. "He's a good fighter and he'll be a good asset to the resistance." He added and Hiro beamed, happy that Walter stood up for him.

    "Alright then, if you say so, but I'm still wary." The woman, who Hiro thinks is Page, said and Hiro titled his head, slightly confused. "One mission, and if he does well then I'll let him in." she added and Hiro's confusion rose higher, along with the anticipation. He wondered what the mission was going to be.

    Benn grinned and Walter frowned while Hiro just blinked. "What…?" he questioned, looking at all the people in the 'room'.

    "You'll accompany me to the masquerade held at Reaver's manor tonight." At the mention of Reaver, Hiro brightened up considerably and he smiled, though he tried very hard to keep his features calm. "I expect you to buy an outfit fitting for the party and then meet me by the lake."

    "Okay, but why are we going to Rea's-er, Reaver's manor?" Hiro asked, catching the slip-up before anyone else did and Page sighed.

    "Reaver has a few of my men," Hiro flinched with that. Yeah, Reaver had told him that Logan had ordered him to take in some people into custody, but Reaver wouldn't tell him who they were; all that he said were that they were somehow a threat to his brother. And of course, Hiro would have asked Reaver to let them go, but he couldn't, because then Logan would've been mad and he didn't want anyone to hurt his lover, especially not his brother. "And we're going to go get them back." She finished up and he nodded.

    "Okay." He said, softly though.

-0-

    It wasn't long before Hiro bought a very pretty outfit of blacks and purples, his favorite colors, with a black and purple wolf-like mask to go along with it. And so, before he chose to meet Page by the lake like he promised, he changed into the outfit, marveling at how he looked, rather pleased.

    He was sure that Reaver would be pleased with the outfit as well.

    Hiro was blushing with that thought and he rashly made his way, securing his favorite sword to his belt, to the lake, meeting up with Page and trying not to show how excited he was for the mission.

    "You look… good, Hiro." She commented dryly, a bit confused to his style in clothing and he almost giggled but stifled it and went with a grin and a shrug, pulling on the wolf mask. "Well, let's go."

    "I didn't know there was going to be a masquerade thing at Reaver's manor… I hadn't heard of it until now." Hiro commented on their way to the manor and Page scoffed.

    "It's no surprise. The man is a wretched being; monstrous in more ways than just way." Hiro tried not to flinch with those words and successfully stifled a retort. Reaver wasn't a wretched man, he was kind and sweet and most of all loving. And he was definitely not monstrous, no monstrous man had a heart, as Rea did; and even though he did terrible things from time to time, he still tried not to. Of course Hiro understood that, because he knew who his brother was and how commanding and harsh he could be, so he didn't judge.

    When they got to the manor, Hiro heard the sounds of drunken men and women having a good time and he slightly grimaced. He wasn't one for drinking, in fact he never went near the stuff, and he definitely wasn't one for dealing with drunkards. He hated it, in fact, Reaver sometimes drank, but he tried to always keep it down to a minimum around the boy and Hiro was thankful for that. Though on some occasions, Reaver would get more than a little drunk and Hiro would have to take care of the older man; and narrowly avoid the man's attempts at bedding him.

    Well… it wasn't the problem of having sex with the man; it was more or less the problem of how… rough he could be. Yes, Hiro liked it that way, but on more than one occasion, Reaver had lost control over what he was doing and Hiro often ended up crying that night while the man slept peacefully in the bed next to him.

    "Hiro, stop your staring and let's go. I don't have all night you know." Page bit out and Hiro was brought from his thoughts once more and he nodded sheepishly at the woman before both went inside, immediately being greeted by a man in a suit.

    "Hello! You two must be here for Reaver's little party! No, of course you are, what other reason would you have for coming here, hm?" the man laughed and Hiro tilted his head lightly. The guy was probably a bit drunk off that cheap wine, or not-so-cheap wine, knowing Rea.

    "Actually, we're just here to come get a friend and bring him home." Page commented with a sweet tone, like silk, but with slight malice to it and the man immediately brightened with a smirk.

    "Ah, then you're that lovely lady that Mister Reaver has told me so much about! Yes, yes, come on then, follow me! Mister Reaver is waiting for you in the back room." Hiro immediately frowned to that. He knew where the backroom was, in fact, he knew where every room practically was. The back room wasn't… it wasn't a place where Hiro liked to be, he should say.

    They reached the room within minutes, Page ignoring the man's comments and Hiro dreading having to go into the room. Page immediately followed the man into the room, with Hiro behind, but slightly hesitating, before she dashed towards the middle of the ball-like room, to a cage hanging in the middle.

    "Kidd!" Page sighed out in relief, speaking to a man that looked much like her, only with dark brown hair and the same green eyes.

    "Page! Get out of here, it's a trap!" Kidd warned, but it was too late as the cage began to rise, much to the surprise of Kidd and Page, but only furthered Hiro's dread to the event. But, Hiro, being who he was, decided to try and help anyway, jumping up to grab the bars of the cage, seeing if there was any way to get it open without the key, but nothing worked.

    "Ah, Page, how lovely it is that you came to see me." All three turned, just as Hiro dropped from the cage, to see Reaver, dressed in his normal clothes, clothes that Hiro rather liked and on some occasion had even tried to wear his self. It was rather fun, if he had any say so. "Hm, and who might this be; another one of your… friends?" Reaver smirked and Hiro backed up slightly, not wanting Reaver to know who he was at this point.

    "He's none of your concern," Page bit out, growling as her hand itched to her gun. "Let Kidd go and come down here so we can settle this, you and me, or are you too much of a coward too." Page sneered and Hiro held his tongue, not liking the fact that she was insulting him too much.

    "Oh I would very much like to… settle this, my dear Page, but I would much rather do it the fun way, wouldn't you?" his smirk widened and Hiro felt sick to his stomach. That one smirk could only mean one thing while he was in this room… so Hiro looked towards the object in the far corner of the room that was covered by a large sheet and then it was removed, only to reveal a wheel of some sorts.

    "What is this!?" Page seethed, getting her gun out.

    "The Wheel of Misfortune," Both Hiro and Reaver said at the same time, though Hiro's voice was no more than a whisper when he said it.

    "It's got a lovely name, don't you think?" Reaver once again smirked, holding his arms out. "This one little wheel will decide your fate." He added and Hiro gulped.

    Hiro would sometimes fight the monsters that appeared on the wheel just for fun, or practice, or even for Reaver's praise, but he knew that this would not at all be fun and it would only serve for Rea's guests. He could always just back out if he wanted to, but he couldn't leave Page, and if he did, she would become suspicious and begin to question him and he definitely didn't want that.

    "Oh I do hope that my guests enjoy this little form of entertainment, as I'm most sure I will." Hiro knew Page was going to argue but he lightly shook his head when she turned to him and she shut up, awaiting what was to come next.

    Reaver spun the wheel and Hiro bit his lower lip, anxious for the first round to begin, and he was rather glad that it landed on Hobbes, something he could fight without a problem, though the little buggers were more than annoying to him.

    "Now this will certainly be fun." Reaver commented as Hiro and Page both made their way to the room where they would have to fight the annoying little things.

    While fighting them though, Hiro had tried, and failed, to keep his fighting style different; in hopes Reaver would not recognize him.

-0-

    It was perhaps hours later, only one hour though, when Page and Hiro were back in the main room, after having fought Hobbes, Hollow Men, Mercenaries, and the stupid Sand Furies.

    Hiro was slouching down, exhausted while Page was standing upright, glaring at Reaver as he just continued to smirk.

    "That was rather interesting I must say, I hadn't expected you both to make it this far, but I guarantee that won't last. Let's spin the wheel once more, shall we?" Hiro groaned at that, his fear spiking as he was sure he knew what was next. The monster that he both feared and admired the most… and he was right, because soon the wheel stopped, and only at the symbol for the proud natives of the forests: the Balverines. "Ah, Balverines, one of my favorite creatures I would have to say. I saved these vicious creatures once from mere hunters and let's just say they owed me a favor. This shall make it 'even' then, I suppose."

    Hiro eyes went wide and Page stumbled back as some of the guests started changing into the horrid creatures and Hiro felt more than sick now. He wished that Reaver would stop all this and just let Page and Kidd go… it wasn't fair, not at all, and surely Logan wasn't making him do it… or was he? Hiro stood up straight; having caught something in the man's eyes when he said those words, something akin to worry and Hiro knew then that it was Logan orders that make him do this.

    Hiro's hate for his brother spiked and he drew his beloved sword, as the Balverines jumped down.

    "You sick bastard!" Page shouted out, shooting at a Balverine that jumped in front of her.

    Hiro once again ignored her insult in favor of slashing at the Balverines that attacked him, narrowly missing hits himself as he dodged, rolling back and to the sides, hitting the Balverines over and over again with no luck of any of them dying. "D-damn it…!" he shouted out, causing Reaver to turn towards him as he stabbed a particularly stubborn Balverine in the chest, pulling out his sword and jumping back as the Balverine fell to the ground, disappearing in a flash of silvery-blue orbs.

    It wasn't really long before all the Balverines died, or so they thought, when both Hiro and Page turned to Reaver who once again had his poker face up. And though both Reaver and Hiro could read each other like open books, it was difficult to decipher what was going on through the man's head as he spoke.

    "I am officially impressed, you both did far better than what I imagined you would." He snickered slightly and Page pulled out her gun, aiming for Reaver and Hiro's eyes went wide.

    "You are starting to piss me off Reaver!" she snapped before pulling the trigger and Hiro took a panicked step forward, only to be relieved when Reaver deflects the bullet with ease. "Damn it!" Page snarled before turning to Hiro and sighing. "You'll pay for your crimes. If Logan won't then Hiro most definitely will." She snapped and a flash of recognition was seen in Reaver's eyes and Hiro whimpered, backing up slightly.

    "The Prince of Albion, what a surprise." Reaver said, his voice laced with fake surprise and admiration. "Well if that's the case, then I certainly look forward to… working alongside you against dear King Logan." Reaver said with his usual smirk and Hiro flinched, having removed his mask after his first sentence and he refused to meet Reaver's gaze, almost afraid.

    Hiro then turned to Page to see she had her gun up again and then looked to Reaver who had his back against them and a hand up, waving.

    "Well, I must really be going, go on and take your friend; I don't really care anymore what happens with him." Reaver said and Page smirked, having seen the cage lowering and Reaver's carelessness.

    Hiro's eyes went wide with the scene and he was tempted to call Reaver's name, to warn him, but went against it and instead turned to Page, unaware of what was about to happen. "Page! Don't!" Hiro shouted, pleading almost and it startled Page, so much that she missed her shot as Reaver turned around to see what was going on, both of them turning to Hiro and both having their eyes go wide.

    "Hiro, look out!" Page said and Hiro turned around, having no idea what was going on until he saw the large silver Balverine behind him and he yelped, backing up, but not before the Balverine made its attack, slashing at his chest and knocking the prince back, ripping a strangled cry from him the echoed throughout the room. "Hiro!"

    Before Hiro's world went dark, he heard a single gunshot, one that sounded very familiar, and the cry of the Balverine as it fell with a large thump.

-0-

    "Hiro…? Hiro, wake up!" Hiro groaned, waking up to hearing Page's and Walter's voice.

    "H-huh…?" The prince coughed roughly, cringing at the pain he felt and he struggled to open his eyes. "Where am I…?" he asked, cringing again, but this time from the smell.

    "You're back at the sewers kid." He heard an unfamiliar voice and looked to the side to see Kidd, the one they rescued and attempted a sigh of relief.

    "I guess that explains the smell." Hiro chuckled half-heartedly and Walter rolled his eyes, Kidd chuckled along with him and Page sighed.

    "Get some more rest, you got hurt pretty bad." That was when he remembered it all and he sat up abruptly, yelping in pain and falling back. "Damn it! Stay down; you'll only irritate your wounds more." Page reprimanded him and he ignored her.

    "W-what about… What about R-reaver…?" he couldn't help but ask and when Page growled in frustration he knew his answer and almost sighed in relief.

    "The damned bastard got away." She said, but didn't say anymore as she sighed and walked away, Kidd following after her.

    "Get some rest, Hiro, you'll need it." Walter said, leaving as well and Hiro sighed softly, closing his eyes as he thought for a bit before thinking of Reaver's disappointment and what he thought was betrayal when he was revealed. And Hiro flinched at the memory before he sat up, this time more carefully, though it still stole his breath.

    "I… I have to go s-see him… I have to apologize." He murmured softly, looking around to see he was alone and, upon regaining most of his breath, he stood up. Of course, that was when he noticed three things: that he had no shirt on and his chest was wrapped up in bloodied bandages; he could barely even do anything without it taking much of his strength, effort, and breath; and his weapons were thrown carelessly on a desk beside him.

    He groaned before trying to walk over to the desk, not bothering with a shirt at the moment as he couldn't see one and grabbed his sword, leaving his bow and arrows there, and strapped it to his belt on his pants before letting out a soft and strangled sigh.

    He then made his way to the base of the sewers, making his way out of the area and hopefully to Reaver's manor without any trouble.

-0-

    It seemed to take hours before he finally reached Millfields; exhausted and weary, as well as weak. It also felt like his wound had opened up again but he tried not to care as he made his way across the fields once more, to his lover's manor.

    He wanted to apologize before it was too late, no, he needed to apologize.

    It was again, night time, when he made it to the front steps of the manor and he about felt like he was going to pass out. He tentatively raised his hand and began to knock. "Please answer, please answer…" he chanted over and over, his vision going fuzzy.

    "Yes?" Hiro felt disappointed that the voice wasn't Reaver but he looked up, attempting a half-hearted smile and the butler gasped, having recognized him. "Y-your Highness! Oh my goodness, are you alright!?"

    "I-I need… I need to t-talk to… to R-rea…ver…" With that said, Hiro promptly fainted once more; the only thing being heard was the frantic shout of 'Master Reaver'…

-0-

    Hiro woke up again after what felt like days to him, his mind weak and his body sore, as he felt no better than what he had when he traveled to the manor. "Ow…" he whimpered slightly and went to move his arms over his chest, only to find that made it hurt worse.

    "You shouldn't move so much, it'll only hurt worse." His eyes shot open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the pain for the moment as he heard the familiar voice.

    "R-reaver!" he said, happy and excited, though also scared and worried.

    "You shouldn't have come here, not after that little incident. After all, your… friends may come and look for you." Hiro flinched at the tone of the man's voice and he looked away.

    "I-I'm sorry…" he whispered softly, shaking his head.

    "Hiro, stop moving around." Reaver scolded and Hiro winced but shook his head again.

    "No! I came here so I could apologize to you! I won't rest until you know that I'm sorry!" he shouted out, much too childishly and Reaver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't have time for this.

    "Hiro-"

    "Please…?" The word was soft but it was loud enough that Reaver caught it and he froze at the light tone that was used and as he usually did, he gave in, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed, aware that the young prince was watching his every move. "I… I didn't know that this was what we were going to do… what she was going to do… All she said was that we were going to the stupid masquerade thingy to rescue a friend… I just didn't know that this would happen." He whimpered, pulling his legs to his chest, tears gathering in his eyes and Reaver felt a small pang of guilt.

    "Hiro lay down." Reaver said gently but sternly as he seen the little winces from the actions that Hiro made and he groaned when Hiro shook his head. "Sometimes I forget how stubborn you can be." He murmured before getting up and forcing the boy to lay down, though with little protest. "You need your rest, its okay."

    "But!" Hiro frowned and Reaver shook his head, chuckling softly.

    "Just get some rest, we'll talk about this when you wake up." He said softly and Hiro, reluctantly nodded.

    "A-am I… Am I forgiven…?" he asked, and Reaver could hear the fear in his voice and he couldn't help but smile and he leaned down to kiss him.

    "Yes," he said and Hiro smiled, though tiredly, and then he yawned.

    "I wish… I wish we didn't have to hide…" Hiro murmured tiredly and Reaver frowned slightly before smiling once more.

    "I know. Goodnight my little Hiro," he chuckled and Hiro purred.

    "Goodnight Rea."

10: 8.) Fable: Saving You

Saving You

    Hiro was scared; no… he was petrified of his brother, Logan, the king of Albion. He hadn't been before… no, before this he loved his brother, so much that he used to follow him around like a little puppy; no, that's what he did with Reaver whenever he was around the older man, what he did with his brother was a bit more simpler.

    And yet, that all changed one night when Logan came home… drunk.

    "Logan!" Hiro whined, pouting as he crossed his arms, half-glaring at his brother as the king entered the doors of the castle. "You're late!"

    Logan had ignored him, and that was the first sign that something was off; that something was terribly wrong. Of course, Hiro, being the ignorant prince he was, was oblivious to that fact.

    "Where were you? Wait, what's that smell?" Hiro questioned, frowning as he sniffed the air and backed away. "You've been drinking, haven't you?" With this said, he really did glare at Logan.

    "Yeah, I have, so what?" Logan snapped, turning towards the younger boy with his well known poker face and Hiro frowned in worry.

    "Are you alright?" he asked, timidly though as he noticed Logan start to walk towards him. "L-logan…?"

    "Pathetic." Logan snipped and Hiro blinked, confused.

    "H-huh…?"

    "You are pathetic." Logan spoke again, this time louder and Hiro shrunk back, beyond worried and confused. Logan never called him names or said stuff like this. "I am truly and utterly surprised that so many of my people think that you will be a better king than I." Logan reached a hand out and pushed Hiro back with just one finger, shock and fear etching into the black haired boys face and his pretty blue eyes. "How do they expect a coward to run in place of me, to protect them, to save them from danger?"

    Logan's voice became incredibly low, his words slurred only slightly though he was definitely more than drunk. "L-logan, y-you're drunk. Y-you should go to bed." Hiro said, gathering all the courage he could to push Logan back but his hands were caught and he yelped in surprise as he was pushed against the wall behind him.

    "I am the king, no one tells me what to do." He hissed and Hiro whimpered. "Especially not my so-called little brother, the hero of Albion!" he shouted out and Hiro flinched at the volume of his words. "I think even mother thought so as well, that you would be better than me. I mean, let's take your name as an example." He snickered at that and Hiro's fear spiked as Logan leaned towards his ear. "Hiro…"

    "L-logan! Stop!" Hiro shuddered at the man's tone and pressed against the wall.

    "I told you, Hiro, no one tells me what to do…!" Logan reprimanded, shoving him hard against the wall and Hiro yelped in pain. "You… you should be punished…" Hiro's eyes went wide with those words from Logan's mouth and he whimpered. "Although it will not be just any punishment, oh no… yours will be… special." Logan smirked with that, a dangerous glint in his… lust filled eyes.

    "Y-you can't hurt me… I-I'm the prince…!" he tried to sound confident but he failed miserably as Logan just laughed and leaned forward to kiss Hiro hard, and then he pulled back, licking his lips.

    "You may be the prince, but I am the king." He murmured lowly and Hiro let out another sharp yelp as he was turned around, pinned to the wall, his hands pinned above his head by one of Logan's hands and he whimpered as Logan pressed against him. "It's such a shame that you said you were saving yourself for someone special… this pretty little body of yours would be going to waste if I hadn't come up with a great little plan. Hm, too bad your special person won't get the chance to do with you as they please when I am finished with you." Logan said, gripping Hiro's hip with his other hand and Hiro flinched as he rubbed against him. "Do you feel that? Hm, a pretty boy like you probably has no idea what he does to all the women and men in the kingdom. Such… a… shame." And with this sentence Logan pulled Hiro's pants down, yanking on them harshly and Hiro tried to struggle, to get away.

    "No! D-don't, p-please! I-I'll do any… anything!" Hiro whimpered, his eyes closed tightly and he flinched once more when Logan tightened his grip on his wrists, threatening to break them if he dared move; so he stilled, tears threatening to spill.

    "If you even so much as think about yelling for help, I won't hesitate to snap the pretty little neck of yours." Logan growled and Hiro couldn't help but let a few tears fall as Logan got rid of his own pants, his hard on pressing against Hiro's ass. "Oh don't worry little prince, this won't hurt much." Logan snickered before he positioned himself in front of Hiro's entrance and slammed inside, forcing Hiro to let out a sharp, high-pitched scream and more tears to fall.

    The first time, the morning after, Hiro tried to let it slide and eventually it was almost forgotten. And then the second time came around and Hiro was reluctant to forgive his brother, but after the third time, Hiro had tried so hard to avoid the king and that only ended up in the fourth time being the worst of all.

    "Oh Hiro, where are you my dear little brother?" Logan's voice rang throughout the castle and Hiro froze, having been helping a maid clean up one of the guest rooms after having Reaver, Hiro's favorite person, stay over for a week. Though Reaver was the one person Hiro trusted most, he kept this away from the man in fear of what he would think, or worse, what he would do. "Come out, come out wherever you are." Logan snickered and Hiro backed away from the door, looking from Megan, the servant he was helping, and the door; the footsteps were getting louder with each second and he didn't know what to do.

Megan, being the oblivious maid she was, mistook Hiro's expression for one saying that she needed to get out of there and so with a bow, she left Hiro alone and his panic spiked higher than ever.

    He didn't know what to do.

    "Ah, your highness, if you're looking for your brother, he is in there." Megan pointed out, thinking she was being helpful. Hiro whimpered with that and he could practically hear the smirk in Logan's tone as he thanked her and Hiro's eyes widened with fright as he saw Logan step into the room before he closed the door behind him, locking it with a malicious smirk that was accompanied by a dangerous glare that just screamed murder.

    "You've been avoiding me, Hiro." He said, his expression turning cold and Hiro backed up some more.

    "N-no, I haven't. I-I was just… just… attending to Reaver! Yeah, that's what I was doing." It really was what he was doing, but he still couldn't help but think that Logan knew Reaver was just an excuse for what he said and then Logan did something unexpected; he grinned… evilly I might add.

    "Ah, Reaver is it…" he snickered and Hiro felt unbelievably wary and frightened at the same time. "I knew it. I was right then, the reason you follow Reaver around like a little lost puppy… you like him, don't you?" Hiro's eyes went wide and he froze, panicked. "He was your special person… the one you were… saving yourself for." The dangerous tone was back in his voice.

    "N-no, h-he wasn't…!" Hiro shouted out, a little too loud, in fear and Logan only laughed… something that sounded cruel and evil to Hiro and then Logan merely smirked.

    "I wonder what dear old Reaver would think if he were to find out…" Logan wondered aloud and something deep inside Hiro surfaced. "Oh I know what he would do, however, do you?" Hiro shook with every word; every step and tears began to surface. "He would not only hate you, but no doubt he would tarnish your good name to get revenge."

    "H-he wouldn't d-do t-that…!" Hiro stuttered in complete shock. Hiro had dreamt and pictured about every encounter he would have with Reaver, about the day he would tell the man he liked, loved, him and sometimes Reaver would be happy and would like him back, sometimes he would be overflowing with emotions that Reaver would… would bed him; although other times he'd imagined Reaver having a different reaction, one he didn't really like. One where Reaver would yell at him, call him names… hate him and even go as far as to ignoring him. It broke his heart with those thoughts.

    "Oh he would, I know he would. Oh but enough of that, Reaver is hardly the excuse for you to be avoiding your dear brother…" Logan said, bringing Hiro from his thoughts and then he grinned once more. "I rather think you need to be punished again, don't you."

    "N-no!" Hiro pleaded, backing away again but Logan caught him by the wrist, glaring at him. Gathering up what courage he had left, he dared say what he said next. "W-when I become king you will be the f-first one to go in the dungeons…!"

    "Oh? Is that so?" Logan hardened his glare and all Hiro's courage fled and he was left a whimpering mess, like a frightened puppy. "I'd rethink your words and clean up your act unless you want your punishment to be anymore than what it already is." Logan seethed and Hiro took a deep breath, just to calm his nerves before he managed a glare that almost matched Logan's.

    "O-one of these days s-someone will find out what you've been doing," he winced when Logan's grip tightened and he could hear the man growling, "a-and y-you'll get what you d-deserve…"

    "You shouldn't be so confident in that assumption." Logan snapped before pushing Hiro against the wall again, turning him around and ripping his shirt off before grabbing something off his belt. "You need to be taught a lesson in how to speak properly to those who own you."

    Hiro didn't have enough to time to do anything as he then screamed as he felt a sharp sting on his back. That was all he could do as the tears fell, as he was being whipped, was scream. He hated it, because it hurt so much, even more than all the beatings he'd taken by bandits, by those stupid Hobbes… and even from the vicious Balverines. He even nearly died several times in completing his quests, but never once has he felt anything like this… the sharp pain as the whip struck him and even after that when Logan slammed into him with his cock; coated every time by Hiro's blood as he thrusted into him.

    He was left a whimpering and bloody mess on the floor, against the wall, tears crawling down his cheeks after Logan was finished.

    And he heard when Logan exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him, and it was even hours before Hiro picked himself up, got dressed and went back to his own room, falling onto his bed and crying harder as he remembered what he'd just gone through.

    The fifth time was just as bad, if not worse, with Logan being how drunk he was, although he had tied Hiro to the bed that time. But the sixth time that happened, in the four months that everything had taken place, he didn't cry, he didn't move, he didn't scream… he had felt numb.

    Logan had whipped him, fucked him, and had even gone as far as to burn and cut him to get him to respond, but he wouldn't. All because he felt broken, numb, like the whole world was against him.

    It was a few days after that when Reaver found him, curled up against the old willow beside the lake that he used to love going to so much.

    "Ah, well if it isn't my favorite little prince." Reaver greeted, all smiles and grins and Hiro looked up, forcing a smile as he greeted his friend/crush.

    "H-hi Reaver…" he couldn't help the small stutter that crept into his voice, as he didn't want to seem weak in front of the other man. But as always, Reaver saw right through him.

    "Huh? Hiro, are you alright?" Reaver asked, confused and a bit worried as he knelt down beside the younger man and he sat his hand on the boys' shoulder; only to pull back when he flinched, letting out a small whimper at the small gesture. "Hiro…?"

    "I'm fine…" Hiro said, fear etched into his tone and Reaver couldn't help but feel more worried than he should be.

    "No, you're not. What's wrong? What has had you on the edge these last few months, huh?" Reaver questioned, almost demanding an answer. He had noticed, over the last four months how frightened Hiro would get around anyone and everyone who would touch him and even more so around older guys, and Reaver was no exception. It hurt him when the boy pulled away from him or jumped around, frightened when he greeted him and when he used to be the one he'd tell everything to, it almost seemed like he wanted nothing more to do with that.

    And Reaver wanted to know why.

    "I-it's nothing Reaver, just drop it." He said, in a voice so soft, that Reaver barely caught it.

    "Don't give me that bullshit," Reaver growled out, gripping onto Hiro's shoulder and turning the boy to him. "Tell me what's wrong damn it!"

    Hiro's eyes went wide at the anger he found in his voice and he flinched, whimpering as he turned him towards the man, the marks on his body burning with the movement and he stared at the older man with fear, pain, and anxiety.

    Reaver's own expression softened when he saw the others and he frowned more. "Please, what's wrong?" he asked, loosening his grip and when Hiro refused to answer him, he sighed, pulling the boy into a hug. But he pulled back with wide eyes as Hiro let out a strangled yelp, one filled with pain and in answer, Reaver narrowed his eyes as he looked over him.

    Hiro closed his eyes in fear, not knowing what was going through his mind but he was shocked and panicked when Reaver spoke.

    "Take off your shirt, Hiro." He ordered strictly and Hiro shuddered slightly before complying, almost hesitantly, and he blushed slightly.

    "R-reaver… I-I-!" he was cut off sharply as Reaver gasped at the little marks on his chest, shoulders, and arms. His blushed increased as he felt Reaver's gaze on him.

    "Hiro… turn around." Hiro flinched at the tone he used, one sounding so hurt and angered. Hiro stayed frozen for only a few seconds before he did so, moving to turn his back towards him and tears threatened to surface when he did. "Hiro! What happened, who did this to you!?" Reaver questioned, clearly more shocked than he ever had been.

    "I-I-I c-can't… I can't t-tell you… h-he'll…" Hiro shuddered, curling up again and he started to cry.

    "Oh Hiro…" Reaver murmured, pulling the boy into a gentle hug and he held onto him; almost for what seemed like hours until Hiro finally decided to speak, against his better judgment though.

    "I-it was Logan… h-he came home one night… drunk…" he tried to will the stutter to go away and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was thankful when Reaver stayed silent, allowing him to continue, though Hiro could practically feel the anger coming off the man. "He started by calling me names, telling me how I wasn't good enough to become king… to take his place. A-and then… then he told me how he knew I-I was s-saving myself for someone special… and h-how it was a shame… and… and he took that away from me." Hiro shuddered violently and was thankful when Reaver's grip on him tightened.

    "He's done this more than once, hasn't he?" Reaver asked and Hiro stiffly nodded. "Hiro… how-"

    Hiro cut him off before he got a chance to ask, and continued telling him what happened. "H-he's done this six times… only twice when he was… was drunk. After the third time, I tried avoiding him, hiding from him…" he chuckled bitterly. "I really am a bloody coward."

    "Don't say that…!" Reaver reprimanded but Hiro ignored him.

    "When he found me… he told me stuff, that he knew who I was saving myself for and how he knew that person w-would ha-hate… me if I told them." Hiro willed himself to continue. "I tried to fight against him… but he started whipping me… a-and he… he wasn't too gentle with punishing me either." Hiro felt tired all of a sudden, with all this crying. "He did the same thing next time, and he was drunk to top it off…" he murmured softly. "A-and then the sixth time… which was a few days ago…" Hiro sighed… "He cut me, he whipped me, he violated me… he even went as far to burn me when I wouldn't do a single damn thing." Hiro bit out and yawned, giving a small little sneeze afterwards; having spent the night outside in the bitter cold, it was expected he'd have a cold.

    "Come on Hiro, let's get you cleaned up." Reaver said, putting the boys' shirt back on him and then helping him stand.

    "W-what are you doing…?" Hiro asked him, weary and tired. Reaver chuckled softly and gave him a small heart-warming smile.

    "Saving you…" he answered simply and Hiro couldn't help the shock and surprise creeping into his voice.

    "Why…?" he asked.

    "Because I… love you Hiro, and I don't care what you say but I will not see you get hurt anymore by that bastard who you call a brother." His tone was serious and his expression was deadly when he said this and Hiro couldn't help the small giggle and the smile that made its way to his face.

    "Y-you know w-when I said I… I was saving myself for someone s-special…?" Hiro asked as he hugged onto Reaver to keep from falling.

    "Yes…" Reaver rose an eyebrow in question, though his eyes held something keen to curiosity and Hiro once again yawned.

    "W-well… I… I was saving myself for… for you…" he blushed with those words and after a bit, Reaver's shock wore down and he smirked.

    "Is that right?" Hiro nodded, his blush deepening and Reaver chuckled, using one hand to lift the boys head up. "I would have to say that's very sweet of you, little prince." Reaver said, his smirk dying to a genuine smile and Hiro smiled back before Reaver leaned down to kiss him, the prince kissing him back.

    But it all had to end when Hiro whimpered and almost fell. Reaver caught him, picking him up bridal style and Hiro smiled once more at him, resting his head on the others chest as he was carried to Reaver's manor.

    "I promise you Hiro, that I will do everything I can to keep Logan away from you…" he whispered sweetly to a sleeping Hiro. "I love you Hiro." He added softly, vowing to keep his promise as long as he could, up until Hiro himself became king and hopefully even after.

11: 9.) Fable: Gay Chicken's

Gay Chicken's(Au)

    There's a game, that my friends and I would always play, a game that some dude created long ago: something called Gay Chickens. And it was exactly as it sounded, well not entirely.

    It was where two boys, gay or not, faced one another and went in for a kiss. If either pulled away, they were called a 'gay chicken' and the one who didn't pull away would be crowned the winner.

    I tried staying away from the game as a little kid, since I really am gay, but as I grew older, I would play with my friends and would always win; since they would pull back just before we kissed. And now that I'm in College, it's worse. Not only because of my hormones, but also because I happen to go to a school where playing Gay Chickens was a strict rule and if you didn't play, you didn't go. Which I thought was completely unfair; until I met the 'King of Gay Chickens'.

    One Reaver Benson. My childhood crush and a total hottie with dark chocolate brown hair and captivating honey colored eyes that I absolutely loved.

    My name is Hiro, Hiro Winters, by the way and I'm a black haired, blue eyed nineteen year old with a goal: to become 'queen' to the 'King of Gay Chickens'.

-0-

    "Dude, Hiro, come on, we're late for school." I sighed softly and nodded, reluctantly and followed them to the building, watching as teens stared at us, the three new kids of Albion College. I was with my friends Benn and Walter; and we've been friends since middle school, well Benn and I have anyway. Walter and me, we were friends since we were little kids; along with Reaver.

    "Did you hear," Benn started, walking closer to Walter and I and we both nodded, "you have to play Gay Chickens to come here." He finished and I frowned slightly.

    "Yeah, it's bloody unfair, that's what it is." Walter agreed with Benn's unspoken words and my lips twitched upwards.

    "Well, I don't know," I started to say and Walter bumped shoulders with me.

    "Of course you'd say that, you're a champ at the game." Walter laughed. "You won against Benn, me, and all the other kids of the neighborhood."

    Benn grinned and jerked a thumb at his self. "You know, if you weren't gay, you wouldn't be the champ and I'd be in your place. Hn, I guess that's why they called you the prince…"

    "They say Logan Reed is the king here." Walter hummed and I shook my head, though Benn talked for me.

    "Nope, not anymore. Just a few months ago, a kid named Reaver Benson challenged him and he won, they kissed, but he won and he took the 'throne'." I froze when he said Reaver's name and gasped.

    "You mean Rea goes here!?" I asked and Walter smirked.

    "Aye, you didn't know that?" I shook my head again and held tightly to my books, getting excited. "He's went here for two years now; he's pretty popular, even more so now that he's the king of that blasted game." He said to me and I nearly squealed in delight.

    "You guys are jerks for not telling me that Rea went here! Oh I have to see him!" I said before I began to run down the hallway to go find my childhood crush.

    Reaver split from the group when we started middle school, his mother and him moving somewhere far away and we hadn't seen each other since then.

    I was crushed when he left, but I still had hope I'd see him, and now I'd finally get that chance.

    Finally, finally, after running for a bit, I came to a group of students, led by a brown haired, honey eyed adult who was smirking at a girl hanging from his arm and I nearly bristled with jealousy but I pushed it back.

    "Rea!" I caught myself shouting the adults nickname, without even realizing Reaver may have already forgotten about me.

    Reaver paused in what he was doing and he looked up at me and he quirked an eyebrow up in confusion, as well as interest and amusement. "Hn, been a while since someone used my nickname." He murmured, but I didn't catch it. "That's me, though how a newbie like you got a hold of my nickname is beyond me. What do you want and furthermore, who are you?"

    I stopped myself short from colliding with the group and I was going to say something but I was cut off and when Reaver was finished, I stood wide-eyed and shocked. "H-huh, but Reaver…?" I frowned slightly.

    "Who is this kid?" the woman laughed and I glared at her. "He's a pipsqueak, what's he doing at the college Rea?" I bristled with the fact that she'd used the nickname I had given Reaver but my attention was turned to Reaver when he spoke.

    "Hm," a smirk was placed on his lips, a smirk that I knew all too well, one that was only for me, "seems like a newbie. Hey, you know the rules?" I hesitantly shook his head, though only for show, as I had no idea what was going on. "Look, if you want to be in the school, you gotta play a little game."

    "What game?" I asked, though I knew very well what game it was.

    "Something called Gay Chickens. You familiar with it?" he asked. And I nodded.

    "Yeah, I mean, me and my friends played it all the time." I said softly, holding my books tighter.

    "Good, because to stay in this school, you gotta play, and when you play, try to aim for the top." Reaver chuckled.

    "I heard… that you're the king of this game." I said suddenly and Reaver smirked again, crossing his arms and he nodded.

    "I am." He answered simply.

    "So… if I play you, then I can stay?" I asked, feeling suddenly brave and Reaver nodded again while his friends laughed.

    "You can't play the king! If you do, you won't win." The girl laughed and a man joined her.

    "The king'll have your ass for dinner dude." The man said and Reaver held his hand up, silencing them and he smiled, a smile that was also only reserved for me, but it disappeared quickly.

    "Yes. But, only if you catch me with everyone around. You play me, you win, word'll get out and you'll be the new king." Reaver said and he silenced his friends when they began to object. "You lose, well I suggest that you high tail it out of here unless you want to be embarrassed." He chuckled and I grinned, a mischievous glint in my eyes and I nodded.

    "Deal." I agreed before turning away with a smirk of my own. "You'll regret ever crossing paths with the prince of Gay Chickens, my dear king."

-0-

    It seemed to be my lucky day, for it was the day of the pep rally, and I had heard from my friends that you could play Gay Chicken any time you wanted and you wouldn't get into trouble, so I took their word and got ready to do what Reaver said.

    When the rally started, I was standing near the opened doors, just waiting for my chance to show up and when that happened, I took it, because my courage would only last for a limited amount of time.

    So when Reaver took the floor, I began to walk towards him: I was wearing a very pretty black and purple short dress and some black boots, and my hair was brushed back and in it were some black hair clips. I really did look like a girl; with the help of my wonderful friends Benn, who was all too delighted to help with this, and Walter, who was a little more reluctant.

    "-and it is with great pride that I announce this year's winner-" Reaver cut off when he noticed me and I noticed his eyes widening. "Newbie, what are you doing out here?" he asked me and I took a deep breath.

    "You told me that if I wanted to play you, it had to be where there were a lot of people, right?" he nodded and then smirked.

    "I didn't think you'd choose the pep rally to do it." He said. "But I was hoping you'd have the smarts to think of this, it's fun, knowing someone thinks like you do." He said and I smiled.

    "That's what you said when we were kids… when we first met each other." I murmured and his smirk slightly fell and he hummed in thought.

    "Is it now?" he questioned and I bit my lower lip, keeping from snapping at him as there were several people watching.

    "Look, I came here for one thing and one thing only: to prove myself to you and that's what I'm going to do." I said to him and he quirked a brow, asking me to continue. "I… I'm tired of this, and I want it to stop."

    "Well," he turned fully to me and I tensed slightly, "if you're going to play your idea through, I suggest you do it now while we have an audience." He spread out his arms and I was suddenly very conscious of the people around us, all teens and adults, and all who would end up gossiping about this.

    I looked back at Reaver and let out a shuddering breath. "I'd rather it not be in front of everyone, but it's what I have to do, if it'll get my message through to you; fine." I finally said before stepping forward and leaning in to kiss him, Reaver not moving from his spot.

    And finally, the distance between us was closed and I felt like I was in heaven. What was even better was that I found Reaver wrapping his arms around my waist and him kissing me back, so I wrapped my arms around his neck.

    When we pulled back, I let out a deep breath in relief.

    "You're braver than you were when we were kids…" Reaver chuckled breathlessly and I beamed, knowing I made him that way and then I smiled.

    "I knew you remembered…" I answered back before continuing. "I've changed Reaver, but it seems you haven't changed much at all. Still the perverted jerk I've always known." I said, and slapped his hand away from me as he laughed out loud and god, how I missed that laugh of his. "So what now?"

    "You won," he answered, as if that were plain and simple and I shook my head, pulling away slightly more and I looked down.

    "I don't want the title if that's what you mean, to be Albion's 'King of Gay Chickens,'" and he smirked.

    "Good, because I don't think I could give the title up to someone wearing a dress." I smirked back, blushing slightly. "So what will you settle for then?"

    I pulled him closer and brushed my lips against his, whispering my words. "Your queen?" I asked and he smiled.

    "I'm fine with that, Hiro." He murmured and we kissed again, and after a bit of silence around us, the teens and adults clapped, cheered, and whistled at us. "By the way, the dress really does suit you." Reaver purred and I rolled my eyes, kissing him again.

    "Don't even try it…"

12: 10.) Fable: You're Mine!

You're Mine!

    Hiro yawned wide, waking from his slumber and he stretched out like a cat; curling up into the empty warmth of the bed that had been recently abandoned. He could tell his lover of a year now had only been gone for a few minutes; maybe five minutes tops.

    "Come on little Hiro, it's time for you to get up." A familiar voice rang through the room and Hiro turned over, opening one eye to stare at his brown haired lover; who currently had an amused smirk on his face and his arms was crossed.

    "I don't want to…" he murmured before holding one of his hands out childishly. "Come back to bed~!" he purred and Reaver's smirked widened and an unidentifiable glint appeared in his honey brown eyes.

    "You really, really, should keep the whining, the begging, and the purring to a minimum unless you actually want to be fucked into the bed until you can barely walk." Reaver's voice was tight and Hiro smirked his self, giggling lightly.

    "Well… maybe I want to be…" he trailed when Reaver narrowed his eyes.

    "You never pegged me as the type to actually like it rough." Reaver hummed softly and Hiro made a small noise in answer, yawning again. "But sorry, no; while I would like to spend all day in bed with my beloved king," the older man purred out, but he continued, "you have a meeting to attend to."

    Hiro pouted. "I don't want to…"

    "You know, you aren't even supposed to be here in the first place. You're supposed to spend your nights in a comfy bed fit for a king." Reaver snickered and Hiro stuck his tongue out.

    "It's lonely staying there… in that big bed alone. And besides, I've gotten used to sleeping here, with you." Hiro smiled and Reaver rolled his eyes.

    "Cheesy." The older man huffed and Hiro giggled. "And still terribly childish." He added and Hiro grinned cheekily, up and ready to get started for the day. "So what is it you're going to do?"

    "I don't know." Hiro shrugged, answering truthfully and shrugged on his peasants jacket. "But I promise that as soon as I accept whatever 'quest' Benn has set me up with, I'll tell you every detail." Hiro grinned at him and Reaver laughed, satisfied with the answer.

    "Alright, well I look forward to hearing about the outrageous and completely unnecessary request he accepted for you." Reaver smirked and Hiro giggled before turning away and walking out.

-0-

    When Hiro returned, he was red-faced with embarrassment and standing at Reaver's doorstep, his head buried in his hands.

    He'd promised he'd tell Rea what the stupid was quest was about and he regretted those words as soon as he met the girl and heard what she wanted from him.

    Her request was embarrassing and not entirely impossible for Hiro, but that was what made it all the more worse.

    He took a deep breath and rung the door bell, lowering his head, his hair covering his eyes and the blush covering his cheeks. When the door opened, he heard a familiar voice.

    "Hm, well if it isn't my favorite little king." Reaver hummed and Hiro slipped inside, letting out a small noise in response and Reaver quirked an eyebrow up. "What in the world happened to have your spirits dropped so low?" Reaver blinked, pausing and he smirked. "Are you blushing…? Oh my, what did dear little Benny-boy do this time?" he questioned and Hiro refused to answer him until they were safe in their room, and he sat on the bed, legs crossed.

    Hiro sighed softly, finally lifting his head up to stare at red, the blush increasing as he thought of the little girls request. "B-benn set me up with a request made by some lady in the Market and I had no choice but to accept and though I can do it I'm not sure I r-really can and s-she's offering a lot of money and… and… I am so going to kill Benn when this is through." Hiro rambled and Reaver laughed despite himself, staring at his younger lover in amusement.

    "What did Benny-boy do this time?" Reaver repeated his question and Hiro's blush increased.

    He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly as he opted to say what it was that he was forced to do really quickly, in hopes Reaver wouldn't catch it. "I'msupposedtostealapairofyourunderwearforthegirl… !" he nearly squeaked out the words and was successful in saying them really fast, unfortunately not fast enough as Reaver just sat there for a few minutes before he burst into laughter. "Don't laugh!" Hiro growled out, pouting, his blush depleting slightly.

    "I'm sorry, it's impossible not to laugh at that. Who is this mysterious mistress that apparently wants a pair of my boxers." Reaver said and Hiro blushed at the simplicity of his tone and he turned away.

    "Some creepy fan of yours by the name of Benjamina or something like that." Hiro huffed, annoyed and a tiny bit jealous.

    "Hn," Reaver hummed in response. "So then I suppose you need me to complete this quest for you?" Reaver smirked and Hiro pouted with another blush adorning his cheeks.

    "I-I could always just steal a pair later and then give them to her sometime tomorrow or something…" Hiro thought, mostly to his self and Reaver snickered.

    "Yes, like my darling little Hiro is capable of stealing." Reaver said with sarcasm and Hiro glared at him.

    "I can steal." Hiro said and Reaver rolled his eyes.

    "Mhm," he hummed in response before getting up and walking over to the dresser and opening up the top drawer, grabbing out two pairs of boxers and Hiro frowned slightly.

    "Why two pairs…?" he asked, swallowing the bitterness down so it didn't show and Reaver smirked.

    "So that Benjamina will be more than satisfied and never bother my little Hiro with a request as ridiculous as this." He answered, tossing them at Hiro who caught them with wide eyes and a small squeak. Reaver walked back to him and leaned down, capturing his lips and grinned, murmuring in the younger's ear. "Just remember, you'll owe me after this little quest of your is complete."

    Hiro nodded absent-mindedly before making a dash to the door and to give the underwear to the woman, of course he'd keep the black pair as those were his favorites and weren't to be owned or even touched by someone else.

-0-

    Hiro was furious, absolutely furious.

    When he'd given the underwear to the lady, she'd done nothing but rant on and on about how she would complete her collection at last. And what really got to him was about how she ranted about how she would get Rea to become hers and make him want her just as much as she wanted him and he nearly gagged when she had told him about how she wanted to 'get wild' with the man and she had giggled and whispered to him that he 'probably knew what she was talking about with how many girls he'd slept with' and Hiro was tempted to punch the living daylights out of her.

    Never once had Hiro slept with a woman, he wouldn't cheat on Rea, he wouldn't. And he'd only ever had sex with Reaver, the man having been his first even before they started dating because at first it had actually been just a sexual relationship, but things changed.

    Hiro had turned away, took her money, thanked her, and left; leaving behind a dumbstruck Benn and a daydreaming Benjamina.

    Reaver was Hiro's, he was the kings! And he would not let lowly peasants such as that vile woman get her hands on him.

    Hiro didn't know where he was going, but he found himself at his castle and he walked in, beyond angry and he stormed to his study; pleased to find that there were still dummies and targets waiting for him, his sword, and his bow.

    He quickly sheathed his sword and struck at the dummy in the room, taking out his anger and jealousy on it and he didn't feel an ounce of guilt when the dummy was torn to shreds after his tormenting and he then walked over to the window, slumping against the glass, breathing out a soft sigh, still angry.

    It was at least of half-an-hour later when Reaver found him like that, seeing the angry look and the thoughtful but murderous expression in his eyes; a look that Reaver had not seen since the very last time they fought and he instantly became worried.

    "I figured I'd fine you here." Reaver said softly, staring at the king as he jumped, startled and he noticed that the younger man looked to be brought back to reality as the look of confusion replaced his anger. "You didn't come back to the manor," he paused and Hiro frowned guiltily.

    "Sorry…" he mumbled and Reaver sighed.

    "You had me worried. I'd thought you'd gotten yourself hurt." Reaver added after the apology and then looked around, seeing the torn dummy, the arrows in the targets, and a familiar black piece of cloth that was placed on the desk in the room that was not surprisingly clear of papers and books and actually looked neat. "Has something happened? The poor dummy looks as though he'd done something terribly wrong for you to slice and dice him up like that."

    Hiro went back to glaring out the window, the murderous look back in his eyes and Reaver frowned again.

    "Hiro…?" Reaver questioned, wanting answers, but didn't want to push it.

    "If she even so much as thinks of touching you, she's dead." Hiro suddenly seethed and Reaver blinked, startled. So Hiro continued. "All she did after I gave her the stupid thing was rant on and on about how much she loved you and her damned plans to get you to be hers." He growled out, narrowing his now dark blue eyes dangerously, his fists clenching and unclenching, looking like he wanted to punch something… or someone.

    And if Reaver wasn't careful, that someone would be him. So he cautiously walked towards the boy.

    "And this is getting you in a knot why?" Reaver asked, treading into dangerous territory.

    Hiro immediately whipped around, coming face to face with the taller man and he let out something that sounded more like a vicious growl than anything else and his eyes blazed with fire that Reaver had not seen in forever. "You are mine!" was his simple answer and Reaver couldn't help but smirk. "You are not hers and never will be." This was one of the many things Reaver liked about Hiro, he was protective and very possessive when it came to his relationship, his lover, his family, or his friends. And if anyone hurt either of those, all hell would break loose.

    "And what makes you think that I would ever leave your side for some peasant who obviously doesn't have a life?" Reaver asked, chuckling when Hiro's anger disappeared and he blinked, looking much like a child again.

    "I-I… didn't mean… I mean… I know you w-wouldn't… I was just… I…" Reaver cut off his babbling with a gentle kiss and he smiled, feeling as Hiro relaxed as he pulled the younger to him in a hug. "I love you Reaver and I just don't want to lose you." Hiro finally admitted, head lowered and he frowned.

    Reaver smiled softly at him again, lifting his chin up and he kissed his forehead. "You won't, I promise." He said softly before he smirked. "Now, I do believe you owe me for helping you with that request, hm?"

    Hiro's mood brightened considerably and he nodded. "What exactly is it that you would like me to do?" Hiro purred, wrapping his arms around Reaver's neck and the man's smirk grew. "I'm yours to do with what you please." He added and he mentally smirked when Reaver's eyes darkened and the man growled lowly.

    "Your room, now." Reaver commanded.

-0-

    Reaver pushed Hiro onto the large bed, after the two entered Hiro's room and he had locked the door, immediately capturing the younger's lips with his. Hiro moaned softly and Reaver smirked, running his hands along the boys sides and he gasped, allowing Reaver to push his tongue through and deepen the kiss.

    Reaver climbed on top of Hiro, practically sitting on the boys hips, and he removed both of their shirts.

    "You have no idea how long I've waited to do this again…" Reaver growled out and Hiro whimpered lightly in want.

    "Me too." Hiro murmured softly, before bucking up, whimpering once more as Reaver moaned and grinded back against him; the room filling with moans, whimpers, and pants. "R-reaver…" Hiro pleaded, his eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust, want, and desire, and Reaver growled before removing their pants and underwear and he leaned in to capture the boys lips.

    Reaver reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and opened a drawer, rummaging for the bottle of lube that Hiro had put in the drawer for whenever Reaver stayed at the castle with him. He let out a small noise of appreciation when he found it and broke the kiss, earning a whimper of disappointment from the boy beneath him and he smirked, leaning to whisper in his ear. "You are going to regret ever staying away from me for this long, my dear little Hiro." Reaver purred, grinding against the boy and earning a somewhat loud moan and his smirk grew with satisfaction.

    "Reaver… please…" Hiro pleaded again, writhing in desperation and Reaver growled, holding the boy still. Reaver ignored his plea and reached for Hiro's member, stroking it teasingly. "N-no… don't… t-tease me…" Hiro whimpered and bit his lower lip from moaning too loud.

    It wasn't long before Hiro had cum twice and he was tired of Reaver's relentless teasing; and he let out a low growl before gathering all his strength to flip the two over so he was on top, much to Reaver's surprise. "Note to self, never underestimate your strength…" he murmured and Hiro growled again.

    "Shut up." Hiro immediately commanded before kissing Reaver harshly and he grinded down on the older man, causing him to moan loudly and his hands found the bottle in Reaver's fingers and he grabbed it from him, opening the bottle with a small pop of the lid and he poured some messily over his fingers, getting some on the bed in his haste.

    He kept Reaver distracted, grinding against him and kissing him deeply while he tried preparing himself, pushing his fingers into his entrance and he nearly moaned at the feeling, slightly wincing.

    When the second and third fingers were added, he was nearly breathless and he was forced to break the kiss. "Hiro…" Reaver moaned, bucking against him and Hiro responded with a whimper, pulling his fingers out of himself and he winced slightly, not prepared enough but he didn't care; honestly he didn't.

    He opened the bottle again and poured the liquid in his hands, stroking Reaver's stiff and hard member and reveled in the moans and groans he received.

    "Hiro… please…" Reaver moaned breathlessly and Hiro nodded, answering with a small kiss and he positioned himself over his lover's member and he pushed down, slowly at first, tensing slightly, but he was forced to relax and his breathing got quicker, little winces surfacing every now and then.

    Reaver had to force himself to open his eyes, stare at his lover and watch his expression as he lowered himself onto him and Reaver was nearly lost to the ecstasy, but he was forced to control himself and he reached his hands up to still Hiro, shaking his head lightly.

    "Y-you'll hurt yourself, d-doing that…" he mumbled and Hiro shook lightly, letting out a shuddering breath and he went to kiss the man beneath him.

    "I don't care…" he answered, pushing down all the way and Reaver lied his head back, moaning out loud.

    After a few seconds of waiting, adjusting, Hiro pulled up and pushed down again, listening to Reaver moan and he tried not to think of the pain, knowing it'd get better.

    And it did, after a minute or two, both were moaning and panting and chanting the others name.

    Hiro pulled up once more and slammed down onto Reaver, moaning out loud in pleasure and he came again, onto Reaver's stomach and chest and on his bed; depleting him of the energy he had left.

    And Reaver took that moment to gain control again, flipping them over and he slammed into Hiro, growling lowly at the loud cry he received.

    He kept up the constant thrusting, pounding harder and going faster only when Hiro asked him to and it wasn't long when neither could take much more and Hiro wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, kissing him for a brief second before he moved his lips to Reaver's neck, and bit down, muffling his cry as he was carried over the edge.

    That bite to his shoulder had been what had undone him as he let out a loud cry of 'Hiro', spilling his seed into the boy.

    And Reaver collapsed, managing to fall beside Hiro instead of on him, and he pulled out.

    "S-sorry…" Hiro apologized against his skin and he felt as Hiro lightly licked the bite mark.

    "Don't be…" Reaver mumbled, now tired and he moved to pull the covers over them.

    "You're mine, Rea…" Hiro murmured, tightening his grip around the man in a possessive gesture and Reaver smiled. "And no one else's." Hiro finished before drifting off to sleep.

    Reaver kissed the boys forehead and chuckled. "No one else's," he repeated lightly, following suit and falling asleep by his beloved king.

13: 11.) Wincest: A Misunderstanding

A Misunderstanding

    Dean sighed softly as he sat on the edge of his and Sammy's bed, the only bed in the room of the motel they were currently staying in, and shook his head. He and Sammy, his Sammy, had just gotten done fighting over something so stupid.
About how Sam was jealous because of the way he thought Dean was looking at Castiel and the way Castiel was obviously looking at him. And Sam had been sick of the looks from the angel, and had been so hurt because Dean hadn't been doing anything about them.

    Now he was sitting in their room alone because Sam ran away after having thought he hurt Dean because of his so-called 'stupidity'.

    It wasn't long before Cas appeared in front of Dean and the older Winchester looked up, immediately pulling up his poker face before addressing the angel.

    "Hey Castiel, what's up?" He asked, appearing cool and relaxed while the angel however, looked nervous and a wreck. "Cas?" Dean questioned, now frowning in apparent concern for the angel.

    Though, before Dean could even blink, Castiel did the one thing that Dean never thought he could do. Castiel was kissing Dean.

    For weeks now, Castiel had been planning on gathering his courage to kiss Dean, so that he could show the older Winchester just how he felt. But what he didn't take into consideration was the fact on how Dean would feel… or Sam.

    Dean's eyes were wide with shock and before he could pull away from the angel when he recovered, the kiss was broken from the sound of glass shattering on the tile floor of the motel room and a pained, sharp, and broken gasp that came from none other than the younger Winchester.

    "D-D-Dean…?" Sammy stuttered out, chest tight, tears running down his cheeks, hands clenched, and his heart shattering once more.

    "Sammy!" Dean's eyes widened more and he panicked. "Sammy wait!" He stood up, pushing Castiel away quickly just as Sam took a step back from the doorway. "Sam… that wasn't what it looked like! No, Sam! Damn it!" He growled out as he watched Sam take off again and he cursed all the curse words he knew in several different languages before turning to Castiel who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "What the hell where you thinking Castiel?! Kissing me like that!?" He growled out before spinning on his heel and taking off after Sam. "Sammy!"

-0-

    Sam ran all the way to the local park, choking back his tears. He knew it… he just knew it! Castiel and Dean did like each other! He knew Dean didn't love him anymore… he just knew… Who could love a broken guy like him… a demon no less? That's what he was, wasn't it?

    He stopped running after so many seconds and felt to the ground near a fountain before breaking down completely. He didn't even try to hide it anymore from those who were looking at him in pity.

    "Sam!" He stiffened up at the voice, the shout of his name, but didn't move. No… he refused to move. To give Dean the pleasure of watching him run away like a coward again. He wouldn't do it. "Sammy…!"

    He felt, rather than heard, Dean drop beside him and felt as Dean wrapped his arms tightly around the younger brother. Sam stifled his crying and tried to push against Dean, to push him away, his body tight and stiff. "Go away! Leave me alone!" Sam cried.

    "No." Dean said in a soft voice, not faltering in the slightest as Sam tried to push him away some more, and he tightened his grip on Sam a little bit. "Sammy…" He started to say, resting his chin on top of Sam's head, after kissing the mop of hair on his head, when Sam stilled in his movements from the one word. "I'm not going anywhere until you let me explain what happened… Okay?"

    It took a few moments, a few seconds longer than Dean would've liked, but Sammy nodded his head stiffly. "O-okay…" He sniffled.

    "Okay." Dean sighed and he loosened his hold on Sam a bit but not enough that Sam could escape if he chose to. "Look, love," Sam couldn't help the little flutter his heart did when Dean said 'love' or even 'baby' to him, "that kiss meant nothing to me. Castiel just appeared out of nowhere and then kissed me. I was so shocked I couldn't push him away right away." Dean frowned but smiled when he practically heard Sam purring as he was rubbing circles on his back. "The kiss meant nothing to me…" He repeated, more softly this time and he chuckled when Sam nuzzled into him, wrapping his arms tightly around Dean.

    "I-I'm sorry!" Sam sniffed and Dean tightened the hug once more.

    "Sh… it's fine, everything is okay. I'm not hurt, Sammy, you don't have to worry." He said automatically and Sam sighed softly before pulling back just a little so he could kiss Dean.

    After so long of both sitting by the fountain, Sam sighed once more and closed his eyes tightly as he rested against Dean's chest and he smiled as he stuck his tongue out in secret. "I told you he liked you…"

    Dean chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, Sammy-boy." He responded and Sam smiled brighter. "He may like me," Dean added as Sammy looked up at him and he stole a kiss from the younger boy, "but I love you. And nothing,"He said sternly and Sam ducked his head sheepishly before looking back up with a softer smile and Dean smiled back, kissing him again, "will ever change that fact." He finished up.

    Sam let out a small sigh of relief at that and Dean flicked his head lightly, causing Sam to let out a non-manly giggle and Dean laughed. "I love you Dean," Sam murmured, tired now and Dean picked him up, bridal style. Sam didn't even care, more tired than usual, though his cheeks were slightly red.

    "I love you too, Sammy." Dean smiled at him lovingly as Sam fell asleep in his arms and he began walking back to the motel.

14: 12.) Wincest: Reading Reality

Reading Reality

    Sam smiled softly as he looked through the library, carding through each book he found, and he stopped at a book that he thought he'd never find there.
It was Chuck's latest book, about him and Dean.

    Sam pulled it out and sat on a near-by stool, reading through the book.

    It was like reading reality. But at the same time, it was… well, living what happened in the past all over again.

    "Sam!" Dean cried out into the pitch black forest and he looked around frantically. Their latest hunt had been a werewolf that had been hiding out in the forest where Dean was currently running around in.

    He successfully killed the creature but now he couldn't find Sam, his Sammy. Where the hell is he? Dean thought as he continued to run through the darkened mess of bushes and tree roots, trying not to trip in his haste to find his brother.

    "Sammy!" He called out again and nearly sighed with relief when he heard a small whimper coming from his right and he found Sam leaning against a tree, bloodied and barely conscious. "Sam, oh my god, Sam!" Dean immediately knelt beside his baby brother and looked him over. "Sam, come on, stay with me."

    After saying that, Dean looked around to try and determine where they were and he turned back to Sam when he heard the sound of a car passing by the forest, which meant they were near a highway.

    Wasting no time at all, Dean picked up Sam, despite how heavy his younger brother was, and proceeded to walk in the direction of the highway, desperate to find help.

    Sam chuckled, blushing slightly. He didn't remember much of that… everything had been fuzzy after the fight with the werewolf, but he did remember being carried by Dean and he did remember hearing the whispers and promises that everything was going to be okay.

    And everything did turn out okay.

    Sam flipped to another page and started reading there.

    Dean slammed the door shut when he walked into the motel room and he stalked into the room.

    His brother was okay, he was okay, and everything was fine. But that didn't stop Dean from being pissed at Sam for what happened.

    "Sam!" He snapped and his younger brother looked up at him from his bed. "What the hell were you thinking?" Sam looked confused for a moment, until Dean started talking again. "You don't take on a fucking werewolf by yourself! Sam, you call for help! That thing could've killed you!"

    "But it didn't…" Sam frowned, his voice soft and Dean growled out in frustration.

    "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?" He questioned suddenly and Sam sat up slightly, wincing when he did. "I had to wait five fucking hours for the damn doctors to even tell me if you were okay or not, for them to tell me if you were going to live…!"

    "I'm sorry, Dean." That was all Sam found he could say at the moment, and he looked down, that little look on his face that said 'I'm sorry I'm such a burden to you, Dean'. That one look had Dean stopping in his tracks and he shook his head.

    "Oh no you don't, not today Sammy." Dean sat down on the bed. "You are not to blame yourself for what happened. No, not going to happen. You hear me?" Sam looked up, still frowning. And Dean sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I was just… worried. I thought… I thought you were going to die… Hell, I thought you did die. Sammy, I don't know what I would do if you died."

    "But I'm still here…" Sam said in a small defeated tone, not knowing what to do or say at the moment and Dean smiled.

    "I know," he leaned in and kissed his baby brother, "I'm just saying… don't ever do that again." And then he smirked when Sam nodded. "Because if you ever die, I'm going to drag you back from hell and kill you myself, you hear?" Sam couldn't help but laugh at that and they kissed again."

    Sam smiled softly as he recalled that conversation. He had been so lost, trying to figure out what Dean was saying and what he meant and well… Chuck was right; he did blame himself for what happened, still does. He was stupid and he fought the werewolf head on and he caused Dean more trouble and he worried him and Sam felt like a burden to him.

    Sam flipped to another page and continued reading on, tears in his eyes as he remembered what happened there.

    "Two beers, please," Dean smirked at a waitress who came over to them when they sat on the stools in the bar they entered.

    "Coming right up," the waitress winked at Dean and walked over, Sam huffing out as he glared at her.

    "Sammy, Sam, Sam…" Dean shook his head lightly, now smirking at his brother who was looking away; blushing slightly. "Don't you know that jealousy does not suit you?" Dean hummed to his self and the waitress came back, placing the beers in front of them.

    "I'm not jealous…" Sam said bitterly, taking a swig of his beer and he swirled the liquid inside the bottle. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, smirking still and he took a drink of his own beer. "Okay, maybe I was, but… I can't help it."

    "Sammy, you know no matter what that I will never go for another but you." Dean smiled at his younger brother and Sam glanced to his side, before smiling once more.

    "I know." Sam said softly, gulping down his beer, before reaching over and kissing his brother.

    Dean grinned, downing his beer and he grabbed Sam, standing up and walking out of the bar.

    Getting into the car, they drove back to the hotel, and they piled into the room.

    "Hey, little brother, what are you doing here?" Sam, blushing hotly, closed the book sharply before putting it away.

    "Nothing." Sam said quickly, standing up.

    "Uh huh, sure. What was that you were reading?" Dean smirked, peering over to the shelf where Sam put the book away and his smirk widened. "That Chuck's newest book?" Sam's blushed deepened and Dean laughed. "Hm, can't get enough of our everyday lives, can you?" He asked.

    "I didn't… I mean… I wasn't…" Sam stuttered out and Dean shook his head before wrapping an arm around his younger brother.

    "I know Sammy, I do." He chuckled. "But come on, we're done here. We have to get going."

    "Okay," he smiled before adding something. "Hey, Dean?"

    "Hm?"

    "I love you."

    "Love you, too, Sammy."

15: 12.1.) Wincest: Reading Reality- Lemon

Reading Reality- Lemon

    Sam smiled at his older brother when the two got into their motel room. He was thinking about everything that has happened so far and how lucky he was to have both the greatest brother as well as the best lover he could have possibly had.

    “Hey…” Dean murmured softly when he caught Sam staring at him and the other blushed but did nothing when Dean leaned in to kiss him.

    Sam let out a small sigh of pleasure when he did, absentmindedly closing the door behind him and locking it.

    “What’s on your mind, Sammy?” Dean asked when he pulled back, only an inch, to catch their breath.

    “Nothing…” Sam answered, still blushing and Dean smirked, kissing him again, backing the taller male into the wall, trapping him.

    “Didn’t seem like nothing to me.” He said, moving his lips from Sam’s mouth to the other’s cheek and then to his jaw and down to his neck; sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

    “B-but…” Sam shuttered at the pleasure and Dean hummed lightly, trailing to the others soft spot and he nibbled there.

    “You know, little brother…” Dean punctuated his words by biting on Sams neck and the other gasped and whimpered, “I don’t like it when you lie to me…”

    Another bite and Sam melted.

    “I-I was just… I…” He let out a small breath and closed his eyes as Dean paused in his ministrations.

    “Yes?” Dean mumbled, wanting to know.

    “Have I ever… thanked you…?” That had Dean stopping completely and he pulled up to look at Sam, only to find the others eyes closed.

    “What?” Dean asked, confused, and he frowned.

    “Have I ever thanked you…?” Sam asked again, opening his eyes to look back at Dean and he was blushing again.

    “Why? What for?” Dean asked and Sam lowered his head with a small sheepish smile.

    “For everything you’ve done…” Sam murmured softly and Dean chuckled, but before he could speak, Sam continued. “You’ve been here my whole life and you’ve saved me countless of times and you’ve helped me through everything… but,” Sam sighed and Dean frowned, confused once more.

    “But?”

    “But I’ve done nothing in return. All I’ve ever done is cause you more trouble and I…”

    “Sam…” Dean growled in warning and Sam huffed out.

    “Let me finish.” Sam said and Dean went quiet, though reluctantly and he waited for Sam to finish what he was saying. “All I’ve ever done is cause you more trouble and I don’t even think I’ve ever thanked you for anything, not even putting up with me all these years.”

    Dean shook his head sharply and glared at Sam, though it held no heat. “No, Sam, don’t. You have never, ever, been a burden to me and you have never caused me any trouble. Sure I’ve had to save your ass countless times from demons and the like, but come on man; you’re my brother… my lover. I love you.”

    Sam smiled at this and he couldn’t help the lone tear that trailed down his cheek. He leaned down to kiss Dean this time and felt as Dean smiled into the kiss.

    “I love you, too, De.” Sam said and Dean let out a small laugh, grinning.

    “Come on now, no chick flick moments Sammy.” Sam chuckled breathlessly and Dean smirked then. “Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?”

    Without waiting for an answer, though Sam immediately nodded eagerly, Dean grabbed Sam’s wrists and dragged him over to the bed, pushing him down onto it before attacking Sam’s lips once more.

    Sam moaned into the kiss when Dean bit into his lower lip, roughly seeking passage and Sam granted it, opening his mouth for him and Dean plunged in his tongue, groaning at the feeling.

    A few more moments of this and both broke away from the kiss, though Dean left no time to breath as he went straight for Sam’s neck and began biting, kissing, and sucking at it, creating many little hickeys for the world to see; including that demon bitch Ruby.

    Sam moaned again and Dean smirked, moving lower after giving a particularly harsh bite to his neck and he sat up, marveling at his work.

    “Dean…?” Sam panted out, and he had a small look of confusion in his eyes, though they were half-way closed Dean could see every expression clear as day.

    Dean leaned down close to Sam’s ears and nibbled on it. “Now the pretty little ladies at the bar will think twice about messing with you, little brother.” Dean growled out, biting at his ears before pulling back again and he went to unbutton Sam’s shirt, tearing it away and he attacked Sam’s chest. “Mmm,” Dean moaned as Sam gasped when Dean went to play with one of his nipples, fingering the other. Sam bucked up and both boys moaned as their erections rubbed against the other, though still clothed.

    “D-De…” Sam moaned and Dean growled in response, leaving his current toys in favor of finding another.

    And he smirked when he found what toy that was going to be.

    Pulling up a third time, he moved his hands down and unbuttoned Sam’s pants, getting off for a moment to pull both his boxers and his pants down and off of the younger brother.

    Dean licked his lips when he saw the sight before him; Sam naked and panting beneath him. He also saw, with pleasure, Sam’s cock standing tall, hard, and leaking at the tip… just for him.

    Dean licked his lips again and had to resist the temptation to just swallow Sam whole. Instead he chose to play a bit, taking his fingers and he lightly ran them up and down the pulsing erection, reveling in each moan, gasp, and even the slight twitch the other’s cock gave.

    “So hard… Sammy,” Dean smirked, fingers gripping lightly at the base of Sam’s dick, “and we’ve barely done a thing.” He teased, giving a small jerk of his wrist and Sam cried out.

    Though really Dean couldn’t say anything, since he was just as hard, maybe harder, from hearing Sam’s beautiful moans and of course from having his little brother completely at his mercy.

    Another jerk of his hand, and another cry from Sam, had Sam wilting under his touch.

    “So beautiful…” Dean murmured. “And all mine, isn’t that right…? Sammy?” He squeezed Sam’s cock and Sam immediately nodded his head.

    “F-fuck…! Yes, De… yes!”

    “Yes what?” Dean smirked. He was enjoying this.

    “I-I’m all…” he choked on his words when Dean gave another jerk of his hand. “A-All yours…”

    “Good boy.” Dean grinned predatorily and he swooped down, taking in all of Sam’s erection.

    Sam cried out, louder this time, and tried to buck into the welcoming heat that swallowed him, but was unable to because Dean’s had were now gripping his hips and holding him down.

    Dean pulled up, letting the cock slide from his mouth with a loud, wet pop and he chuckled. “Be a good boy now, Sammy, or you won’t get a treat.” Dean licked his lips and ran his tongue from the base line to the tip, lapping at the pre-come that leaked from the slit. Sam whimpered, letting out a shuttering breath and he closed his eyes tightly as Dean once again enveloped his cock.

    “Ah, fuck!” Sam cried as Dean began bobbing his head up and down, and every time Dean came up, he would lick at the slit, teasing the head and then he would come back down. “D-De… please…!”

    Dean smirked and continued this for a few more moments before he felt the familiar twitch and Sam came, with a loud cry of ‘Dean’. Dean swallowed everything that came at him.

    Dean hummed and he bobbed his head a few more times, licking up all the come, before stopping completely, pulling off, and he licked at his lips, pulling up and kissing Sam, letting the other taste himself.

    “De…” Sam moaned, coming down from his high and Dean grinned.

    “Yes?”

    “I… I want…” Sam panted.

    “What?” Dean asked, smirking once more. “What do you want Sammy?”

    “I want you i-inside me… now.” Sam huffed out, kissing Dean again after and Dean grinned wide.

    He didn’t need to be told twice.

    He got up and discarded all the clothes he wore before going to the nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube.

    Climbing back on top of Sam, he kissed his younger brother once more as he opened the bottle and poured some over his fingers, maneuvering them down to Sam’s entrance when he was done and he rubbed lightly at the hole.

    Sam moaned into the kiss and tried pushing back into the touch, but Dean pulled his fingers away when he did; smirking.

    Sam relaxed finally and Dean was able to slip his fingers into him, one at a time, stretching the younger male. A few more fingers and he was easily fucking into Sam and Sam was already hard again while Dean felt as he was about to burst.

    When Sam moaned again, Dean pulled his fingers out, ignoring the small whimper that escaped Sam’s lips and he grabbed the bottle again, pouring a generous amount into his hand before slicking up his own cock, hissing at the simple pleasure that shot through him.

    He really was about to explode if he didn’t get inside Sam now.

    He positioned himself at Sam’s entrance and looked up at Sam, smiling when their eyes met and he leaned down to kiss him again. “Ready, Sammy?”

    Sam nodded, kissing back, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck, and Dean began slowly pushing inside him.

    Dean moaned at the pleasure of being sucked into the tight warm heat that was Sam and he shook as he tried to keep himself upright. He was tempted to start thrusting in and out but he stilled when he got in all the way, waiting for Sam and it was killing him.

    Finally Sam nodded, pushing back onto Dean and the older man nearly let out a breath of relief as he pulled back and pushed immediately back in.

    Both moaned at the movement and Dean repeated the action, angling his hips differently before pushing back in and he grinned in triumph when Sam cried out.

    He repeated the action several times, thrusting in erratically and striking Sam’s prostate brutally and quickly, not giving Sam enough time to think straight.

    After a few more thrusts, he struck a particularly hard blow to Sam’s sweet spot and Sam came again, crying louder this time.

    Dean didn’t pull out though, but instead kept the pressure on the bundle of nerves inside Sam, rolling his hips and Sam whimpered, shifting to try and relieve the pressure from inside him and Dean smirked.

    He pushed in more and Sam panted out, but then he pulled back out and thrusted back in, harder this time and Sam bucked up, meeting the thrust with his own.

    “D-De… fuck…!” Sam cried out, whimpering at the pressure that was there again and Dean chuckled.

    “So… fucking beautiful…” Dean panted out, swooping down and kissing Sam before continuing thrusting in and out, swallowing any moans and mewls Sam might have made.

    A few more thrusts and Dean came, shouting out a loud ‘Sam’ before he collapsed on top of Sam.

    Dean grinned when he caught his breath and he shifted so that his weight wasn’t on Sam and he was laying beside his brother. “We should do that more often…” He chuckled breathlessly and Sam let out a small laugh, huffing out a breath and he turned to face Dean.

    “Definitely.” Sam murmured before yawning and then he snuggled up against Dean’s chest and Dean smiled, pulling the covers over them.

    “Good night, Sammy…” He kissed the top of Sam’s head, though the younger was already asleep. “I love you.”

    And then Dean was out as well.

    Chuck stopped typing there and he smiled, pleased with how he ended the story.

    He was about to save the document and print it until and idea came to his head and he smirked.

    It might piss off the fan girls, but he was the writer, so he was allowed to do what he wanted.

    And he wanted to keep that last little bit for him. And who knows, maybe there will be something more he can write for the fan girls in the next book, hm?

    Chuck laughed to his self before making the changes to the document and printing everything out.

    When he was done, he separated the pages before putting the last scene in a small pile in a drawer in his desk.

    ‘Private Wincest Stash: Keep Out’

16: 13.) Fable: Target Practice

Target Practice

 

     A loud gunshot rang through the air and a dummy that stood blew up. The only two people occupying the courtyard at the time were none other than the prince, Hiro, and the immortal, Reaver.
     Hiro stared wide-eyed at the dummy and then turned to Reaver with a look of awe. "Wow!" He exclaimed and Reaver smirked at him, blowing away the smoke from his gun.
     "Come now, Hiro, that's no more impressive than you getting a bullseye on a target three hundred feet away. With a bow no less." Reaver laughed.
     Hiro blushed slightly and shook his head. "But you blew that dummy's head up!" He said and Reaver chuckled at the childlike awe.
     "Imagine that, the famed prince that rarely ever gets surprised is in fact so by me simply blowing up a dummy." Reaver hummed in thought. "You truly are childish, love."
     Hiro simply stuck his tongue out at the older man before getting out his beloved bow, Serum, and he readied an arrow. "Which target shall I hit?" Hiro asked, simply because he loved getting praised by the older man.
     Reaver smiled, because he knew the prince asked because of his praise when he did something right or completed a difficult task. "If I must, then I say... Hm..." he paused before surveying the field. "See that moving target, about a hundred seventy feet away?" Hiro nodded, frowning. "I want you to aim for that and hit it directly in the head." Reaver then smiled and added, "I'll give you a kiss if you can hit the dummy's heart as well."
     Hiro smiled at that and lowered his bow before grabbing another arrow and he pulled the two back, positioning them so they would hit their targets exactly. Reaver watched, intrigued and then Hiro released the arrows.
     To be honest, Hiro didn't think he'd make it, but imagine his surprise when both arrows hit their intended marks.
     "I-I did it... ?" Hiro questioned and Reaver nearly laughed at the teen's expression. "I made it! I actually made it. Reaver! I did it!" Hiro exclaimed and he all but jumped unto Reaver's arms in excitement.
     Reaver chuckled, catching and hugging Hiro to him. "You did." He murmured, "and now I believe I owe you a-" Reaver was cut off when Hiro kissed him and the boy giggled.
     "A kiss." Hiro finished childishly and Reaver smirked, kissing Hiro again.
     "Good job, love." Reaver whispered when he pulled back and he smiled when Hiro purred and smiled that adorable smile that Reaver loved.

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This was actually kind of fun to write, though it seems a bit rushed and not very good... *shrugs* Oh well...