Ranodo-Moblie-3

Because my last one broke. Yay

[divineandmundane]

Sterling watched the other prince carefully, alone with his new husband for the first time. They had just been married and there was expectation of a consummation of that marriage in this room. He knew nothing of his new husband save rumor, only having met him an hour before now at the altar where they had been wed. He had heard this prince warren was a party boy, fucking his way through every pretty woman in his kingdom, getting drunk and disorderly every night, and all around being a nuisance and terror to his people. Sterling set his jaw, keeping a hand on the ceremonial sword on his hip, carefully watching the older prince.

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He cringed slightly. "Actually I was pretty sober when I wrote that... I um... Haven't actually wrote anything in a long time... Was it that bad?"

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“It looked like you had a stroke in the middle of writing it… between the cum stains , the misspellings, and the handwriting, it was completely unreadable….”

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Warren guiltily looked everywhere but Sterling's eyes. "So... Next time I'll just get one of the guards to write it... Do they know how to write?"

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Alexandre was already in a cranky mood by the time they stopped for the night. Him and his husband were traveling between countries at the moment and of course that meant long days in the carriage together filled with arguments. So, the moment they stopped at the inn that the royal entourage was taking over for the night, he scoffed, said "Really? This fucking dump? Like I'll get any sleep here", and stormed off alone.

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He gripped onto the decorative cape with his family's emblem on it and pulled for a moment. He tried to resist asking for this, because he knew exactly what Clayton was going to say, but he needed to "Please fuck me now... Please... You can pull out... We're going to try again tonight... I just want to feel you..."

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Clayton had sworn on his life that he wouldn’t fuck the prince until an heir had been born, but hearing his Alexandre beg, he felt his cock stir to oblige. He hadn’t cum since the last time he was with Alexandre, hadn’t even touched himself. How could he? This cock belonged to the prince, what right did he a lowborn commoner have to pleasure it? If he fucked Alexandre, his husband would know, that hole would be gaped open for weeks “my prince….” He whined softly, “please do not ask this of me… i have given sacred vows, do not ask me to betray them, for i do not have the will to deny you…

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"Please... My love... Just give me something... At least my mouth... Please..." He clung harder to Clayton, just so desperate for anything from the man he'd always loved.

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Hearing his prince beg, his resolve crumbled, kissing him passionately as he pinned him to a tree, should his head be mounted on a spike the next morning, he would die willingly, having satisfied his prince. His massive hands ran along Alexandre’s body, his mouth devouring alexandres, his massive body towering over the small slender body of his love

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Alexandre kissed back with a hunger that his husband never got to experience. "Please... Demolish me... Take me... Use me..." He mumbled as he tried to bite and suck on every bit of Clayton's lips.

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His hand came up to muffle the prince, his massive hand smothering him. “Please…. Don’t ask these things of me…. You know I cannot deny you Alexandre…. Don’t ask me to do these things I should not….” He begged as he sank to his knees, kissing down his body, hands already disrobing the prince

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"More... Please..." Soon, most of Alexandre's clothes were on the ground and he couldn't control himself anymore. He grabbed Clayton's hand and brought it to his ass, looking right into his Knight's eyes. "Please... Use your hand please..."

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Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.

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"Nothing? Not even your name?" He furrowed his brows and glsnced over at the pile of clothes he'd had to cut off of the prince. The very obviously royal clothes.

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He frowned as he tried to think, coming up blank. “I…. I don’t remember anything…. There are impressions… fuzzy…. I was sad before… worried…. Scared…. I feel none of these things now…. And you seem… familiar, or at least i seem to trust you, or feel comfortable around you…. I did not feel any panic in realizing that i am utterly naked under this blanket, and that you have been caring for me so, must mean you knew me, right?

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"Sterling. Your name... It's Sterling..." At least he thought it was Sterling. Maybe there was more than one prince? Maybe it was something more like Starling. Too late now to change it, though. "And yes... I knew you..." But you don't know me, was left unsaid.

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“Sterling….” He repeated, the name feeling foreign in his mouth “we must have been quite close then….” He but his lip, having not realized that he had fallen for the man fully the moment he had laid eyes on him

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"Not... Really... Not close at all..." He scratched the back of his head. "Like I said. I live on this island alone..."

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Kade sat outside the school, picking nervously at his fingers. Hed never had a friend before, and he was honestly just waiting for the day that Quinn revealed that all this had just been some elaborate prank. He glanced at his phone, checking to see if the other had texted him, they had agreed to meet out here, so Quinn could come over to Kades house for the first time after school that day, but Quinn was now ten minutes late, and Kade was about to just go home alone and cry in his bed.

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Quinn rushed out to Kade about fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet. "Thank fuck you're still here" he was out of breath. "Sorry. The football team needed help with party prep for after the game tonight."

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There were already tears in his eyes, he had just gotten up to start walking, he quickly wiped his eyes, trying to disguise the crying, his voice breaking as he spoke “y-you showed up….”

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"Well yeah. I said I was gonna show up, that means I'm gonna show up." He pat Kade's back. "Come on. I can drive if you want."

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“Oh… uh thanks…” he smiled a little at Quinn, following him. He had actually called his chauffeur to come pick him up, but he quickly sent a text to cancel that, not wanting to offend his friend who he was sure was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him.

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Quinn smiled back, that confident proud smile, and dragged Kade over to his shitty little car. "Yeah I uh... This is an in between car... Totalled my porche the other day... But not too long till I'll be porcheing it up again, though." He full on lied. This was the best he could afford with his secret job, the job he'd had to quit a few weeks back. And he never let anyone know that this was his car. Until now.

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“Oh, what model?” He had a whole collection of porches in his garage. He got into the old car happily, not really caring, just happy to have someone to hang out with for once

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"Oh uh..." He froze for the moment, no one has ever asked him that question before. "The uh... Blue one..."

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Sterling knew he wasn’t really supposed to be wandering around down here, but he was curious. This castle had supposedly been in his family since ancient times and legend had it that it was haunted by some horrible monster that had spent generations terrorizing the kingdom. He didn’t really believe in all that stuff, but he couldn’t deny that it certainly was spooky down here. He was a little excited that his family was moving in here, that hed get to live in this bit of ancient family history. He was dusting things off, peeking into crevasses, only to find himself in the crypts, finding a coffin that wasn’t entirely sealed. He looked inside, finding what appeared to be an old dessicated body. He couldn’t figure out why, but he felt so drawn here. He reached his finger out, accidentally pricking it on one of the surprisingly sharp fangs on the body, a drop of his blood falling into its mouth.

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It had been centuries since Warren had given up. Losing the love of his life, so soon after becoming an immortal monster, had turned him into a much worse monster than he ever would have been. Eventually, though, he grew tired of tormenting and he retreated into a, hopefully, eternal hibernation. A hibernation that was ended early when his consciousness was woken by a familiar taste. Color and softness returned to his cheeks for a moment as he suddenly sat up in his coffin, freezing as he was staring at the perfect image of his love.

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Sterling gasped, watching this body come back to life before his eyes, everything in him was telling him to run, to hide, to flee from this predator, but terror had him rooted to this spot, unable to move

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Warren leaned forward, opening his mouth to reveal the set of fangs that Sterling had just cut himself on. He licked them slowly, his body contiuing to move slowly, sizing up his prey. A brief moment later he lunged. In a burst of speed, far more than any human could have, he had Sterling pinned against a wall as his fangs pierced Sterling's throat and he began to drink the familiar taste.

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Sterling was a bit surprised at the moan that came out of him as he was suddenly pinned to a wall, fangs sunken into his throat and being feasted on, draped in the vampires arms in the exact position that centuries earlier, his ancestor had died in having this exact thing being done to him.

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Warren drank and drank and drank, until he realized what he was doing and he pulled back, the bottom half of his face covered in Sterling's blood, but not nearly as much as he took from his original love. "You... How are you... Alive..."

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The bloodloss had him woozy, vision already starting to fade to black, mumbling incoherently as he collapsed into the vampires arms, struggling to remain conscious

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He started pulling Sterling's clothes off, remembering that his lover, from so long ago, didn't like the feeling of clothes when warren fed from him. "Baby... Stay awake please... I need to know how you're back... How long was I asleep?"

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Sterling still wasn’t entirely sure what tonights event was for, not that he ever knew what any of these galas and balls were for, his father always kept him well away from the particulars of the family business. He was the baby of the family, the spoiled pampered little princess of the Shawcross-Leightons. The crown jewel and pride and joy of the family, the most sought after bachelor of all of high society. Sterling was used to being dressed up for events like this, not thinking anything of it when his father had flown in designers and stylists from around the world, making custom outfits just for tonight, perfectly tailored to accentuate everything about him. When he finally joined the party it was an endless stream of people, everyone here seeming to want to talk to him, wandering hands, people standing far too close, compliments, promises, offers to take things to more ‘private’ accommodations, trying to steal kisses, offers to dance, and Sterling handled it all with grace and poise, only managing to free himself and escape to a secluded balcony to catch his breath for a moment, looking up at the night sky, the moonlight bathing his fair features, making him look like a star fallen from heaven longing to return to the sky. He was unaware that this had all been part of the plan, giving the son of the mafia boss the perfect opportunity to come in and sweep sterling off his feet, his prize, bought and paid for to clear Shawcross-Leighton debts.

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Warren rolled down the window and shouted out of it at Sterling. "Keep the burger king crown for next time, it suites you!" Then he sped off before Sterling could do anything about it.

The next morning he sent a selfie and "Selfie for the contact?"

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He tore the crown off his head, tossing it after the speeding car, flipping him off. His disheveled look certainly sparked talk, rumors already flying that he had been seen being dumped out of Warrens car, everyone knowing by now that hed clearly been deflowered and defiled by the future mafia don, the offers for his hand in marriage suddenly all drying up.

He yawned the next morning, still half asleep as he checked his phone, snapping a hasty photo as he got up, not realizing that his full nakedness could be seen in a reflection of a mirror in the background, leaving absolutely nothing of his body to the imagination, in what was supposed to be an innocent early morning face pic, was now secretly a slutty full nude shot, both the front and back reflected in the mirrors of his room

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Warren did what any sensible man would do in that situation... Spent half the day in bed jerking off to the picture. Once he was done, he cropped the picture and added a cartoon crown to Sterling's head. Later that day, as he was in the middle of a job, he started texting sterling an invite to hang out again and that he'd pick Sterling up in an even better car and treat him to some wine that rivaled the bottle Sterling let him taste.

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Sterling sent him a much more manicured and put together photo once he was more awake, finding one from a photoshoot to send him “so when am I getting one from you?” He responded, already having a photo for warren, of the burger king crown in the mud, his hand flipping it off.

Now that he wasn’t being hounded by offers of marriage his schedule was much more open, so he agreed to hang out with him whenever he wanted.

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Warren sent a picture of himself driving, a fresh black eye, a cut on the lip from a fight he was just in, and a cigarette out the other side of his mouth. As well as a declaration that he was going to pick Sterling up that Friday, and for Sterling to bring something to swim in.

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Alexandre was already in a cranky mood by the time they stopped for the night. Him and his husband were traveling between countries at the moment and of course that meant long days in the carriage together filled with arguments. So, the moment they stopped at the inn that the royal entourage was taking over for the night, he scoffed, said "Really? This fucking dump? Like I'll get any sleep here", and stormed off alone.

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He gripped onto the decorative cape with his family's emblem on it and pulled for a moment. He tried to resist asking for this, because he knew exactly what Clayton was going to say, but he needed to "Please fuck me now... Please... You can pull out... We're going to try again tonight... I just want to feel you..."

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Clayton had sworn on his life that he wouldn’t fuck the prince until an heir had been born, but hearing his Alexandre beg, he felt his cock stir to oblige. He hadn’t cum since the last time he was with Alexandre, hadn’t even touched himself. How could he? This cock belonged to the prince, what right did he a lowborn commoner have to pleasure it? If he fucked Alexandre, his husband would know, that hole would be gaped open for weeks “my prince….” He whined softly, “please do not ask this of me… i have given sacred vows, do not ask me to betray them, for i do not have the will to deny you…

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"Please... My love... Just give me something... At least my mouth... Please..." He clung harder to Clayton, just so desperate for anything from the man he'd always loved.

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Hearing his prince beg, his resolve crumbled, kissing him passionately as he pinned him to a tree, should his head be mounted on a spike the next morning, he would die willingly, having satisfied his prince. His massive hands ran along Alexandre’s body, his mouth devouring alexandres, his massive body towering over the small slender body of his love

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Alexandre kissed back with a hunger that his husband never got to experience. "Please... Demolish me... Take me... Use me..." He mumbled as he tried to bite and suck on every bit of Clayton's lips.

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Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.

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"Nothing? Not even your name?" He furrowed his brows and glsnced over at the pile of clothes he'd had to cut off of the prince. The very obviously royal clothes.

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He frowned as he tried to think, coming up blank. “I…. I don’t remember anything…. There are impressions… fuzzy…. I was sad before… worried…. Scared…. I feel none of these things now…. And you seem… familiar, or at least i seem to trust you, or feel comfortable around you…. I did not feel any panic in realizing that i am utterly naked under this blanket, and that you have been caring for me so, must mean you knew me, right?

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"Sterling. Your name... It's Sterling..." At least he thought it was Sterling. Maybe there was more than one prince? Maybe it was something more like Starling. Too late now to change it, though. "And yes... I knew you..." But you don't know me, was left unsaid.

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Kade sat outside the school, picking nervously at his fingers. Hed never had a friend before, and he was honestly just waiting for the day that Quinn revealed that all this had just been some elaborate prank. He glanced at his phone, checking to see if the other had texted him, they had agreed to meet out here, so Quinn could come over to Kades house for the first time after school that day, but Quinn was now ten minutes late, and Kade was about to just go home alone and cry in his bed.

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Quinn rushed out to Kade about fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet. "Thank fuck you're still here" he was out of breath. "Sorry. The football team needed help with party prep for after the game tonight."

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There were already tears in his eyes, he had just gotten up to start walking, he quickly wiped his eyes, trying to disguise the crying, his voice breaking as he spoke “y-you showed up….”

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"Well yeah. I said I was gonna show up, that means I'm gonna show up." He pat Kade's back. "Come on. I can drive if you want."

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“Oh… uh thanks…” he smiled a little at Quinn, following him. He had actually called his chauffeur to come pick him up, but he quickly sent a text to cancel that, not wanting to offend his friend who he was sure was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him.

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Quinn smiled back, that confident proud smile, and dragged Kade over to his shitty little car. "Yeah I uh... This is an in between car... Totalled my porche the other day... But not too long till I'll be porcheing it up again, though." He full on lied. This was the best he could afford with his secret job, the job he'd had to quit a few weeks back. And he never let anyone know that this was his car. Until now.

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Sterling knew he wasn’t really supposed to be wandering around down here, but he was curious. This castle had supposedly been in his family since ancient times and legend had it that it was haunted by some horrible monster that had spent generations terrorizing the kingdom. He didn’t really believe in all that stuff, but he couldn’t deny that it certainly was spooky down here. He was a little excited that his family was moving in here, that hed get to live in this bit of ancient family history. He was dusting things off, peeking into crevasses, only to find himself in the crypts, finding a coffin that wasn’t entirely sealed. He looked inside, finding what appeared to be an old dessicated body. He couldn’t figure out why, but he felt so drawn here. He reached his finger out, accidentally pricking it on one of the surprisingly sharp fangs on the body, a drop of his blood falling into its mouth.

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It had been centuries since Warren had given up. Losing the love of his life, so soon after becoming an immortal monster, had turned him into a much worse monster than he ever would have been. Eventually, though, he grew tired of tormenting and he retreated into a, hopefully, eternal hibernation. A hibernation that was ended early when his consciousness was woken by a familiar taste. Color and softness returned to his cheeks for a moment as he suddenly sat up in his coffin, freezing as he was staring at the perfect image of his love.

[divineandmundane]

Sterling gasped, watching this body come back to life before his eyes, everything in him was telling him to run, to hide, to flee from this predator, but terror had him rooted to this spot, unable to move

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Warren leaned forward, opening his mouth to reveal the set of fangs that Sterling had just cut himself on. He licked them slowly, his body contiuing to move slowly, sizing up his prey. A brief moment later he lunged. In a burst of speed, far more than any human could have, he had Sterling pinned against a wall as his fangs pierced Sterling's throat and he began to drink the familiar taste.

[divineandmundane]

Sterling was a bit surprised at the moan that came out of him as he was suddenly pinned to a wall, fangs sunken into his throat and being feasted on, draped in the vampires arms in the exact position that centuries earlier, his ancestor had died in having this exact thing being done to him.

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Warren drank and drank and drank, until he realized what he was doing and he pulled back, the bottom half of his face covered in Sterling's blood, but not nearly as much as he took from his original love. "You... How are you... Alive..."

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Sterling still wasn’t entirely sure what tonights event was for, not that he ever knew what any of these galas and balls were for, his father always kept him well away from the particulars of the family business. He was the baby of the family, the spoiled pampered little princess of the Shawcross-Leightons. The crown jewel and pride and joy of the family, the most sought after bachelor of all of high society. Sterling was used to being dressed up for events like this, not thinking anything of it when his father had flown in designers and stylists from around the world, making custom outfits just for tonight, perfectly tailored to accentuate everything about him. When he finally joined the party it was an endless stream of people, everyone here seeming to want to talk to him, wandering hands, people standing far too close, compliments, promises, offers to take things to more ‘private’ accommodations, trying to steal kisses, offers to dance, and Sterling handled it all with grace and poise, only managing to free himself and escape to a secluded balcony to catch his breath for a moment, looking up at the night sky, the moonlight bathing his fair features, making him look like a star fallen from heaven longing to return to the sky. He was unaware that this had all been part of the plan, giving the son of the mafia boss the perfect opportunity to come in and sweep sterling off his feet, his prize, bought and paid for to clear Shawcross-Leighton debts.

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Warren rolled down the window and shouted out of it at Sterling. "Keep the burger king crown for next time, it suites you!" Then he sped off before Sterling could do anything about it.

The next morning he sent a selfie and "Selfie for the contact?"

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He tore the crown off his head, tossing it after the speeding car, flipping him off. His disheveled look certainly sparked talk, rumors already flying that he had been seen being dumped out of Warrens car, everyone knowing by now that hed clearly been deflowered and defiled by the future mafia don, the offers for his hand in marriage suddenly all drying up.

He yawned the next morning, still half asleep as he checked his phone, snapping a hasty photo as he got up, not realizing that his full nakedness could be seen in a reflection of a mirror in the background, leaving absolutely nothing of his body to the imagination, in what was supposed to be an innocent early morning face pic, was now secretly a slutty full nude shot, both the front and back reflected in the mirrors of his room

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Warren did what any sensible man would do in that situation... Spent half the day in bed jerking off to the picture. Once he was done, he cropped the picture and added a cartoon crown to Sterling's head. Later that day, as he was in the middle of a job, he started texting sterling an invite to hang out again and that he'd pick Sterling up in an even better car and treat him to some wine that rivaled the bottle Sterling let him taste.

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Alexandre was already in a cranky mood by the time they stopped for the night. Him and his husband were traveling between countries at the moment and of course that meant long days in the carriage together filled with arguments. So, the moment they stopped at the inn that the royal entourage was taking over for the night, he scoffed, said "Really? This fucking dump? Like I'll get any sleep here", and stormed off alone.

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He gripped onto the decorative cape with his family's emblem on it and pulled for a moment. He tried to resist asking for this, because he knew exactly what Clayton was going to say, but he needed to "Please fuck me now... Please... You can pull out... We're going to try again tonight... I just want to feel you..."

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Clayton had sworn on his life that he wouldn’t fuck the prince until an heir had been born, but hearing his Alexandre beg, he felt his cock stir to oblige. He hadn’t cum since the last time he was with Alexandre, hadn’t even touched himself. How could he? This cock belonged to the prince, what right did he a lowborn commoner have to pleasure it? If he fucked Alexandre, his husband would know, that hole would be gaped open for weeks “my prince….” He whined softly, “please do not ask this of me… i have given sacred vows, do not ask me to betray them, for i do not have the will to deny you…

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"Please... My love... Just give me something... At least my mouth... Please..." He clung harder to Clayton, just so desperate for anything from the man he'd always loved.

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The dreams started not too long ago, and they only ever got more vivid. Sterling falling. Sterling sinking. Sterling begging. The arrows flying through the air. He couldn't handle it anymore. Some days, he would stick around his husband just in case, but most days, Sterling was too busy for him to be able to be near him.

This morning, as Warren woke up from another nightmare, he saw that Sterling wasn't in bed. After a bought of panic, he rushed to dress himself and search for him. He barely caught Sterling before he had walked out into the courtyard. "Woah! Hey! Maybe not outside today..." He wrapped his arms around his husband and walked him back away from the door. "It's probably going to rain today, so let's do some library time. Yeah? Yeah. You can read a book about... Book stuff... And I can eat you out in the way that makes it hard for you to read a book."

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"Yes... Thank you..." He dropped his forehead so it rested right where Sterling's pussy was under his pants. One week wasn't a lot but it was a week he could spend convincing Sterling not to go.

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He ran his hand gently through warrens hair, trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs having Warren’s face there “whats gotten into you lately War…. You’ve been more manic than usual…. You’re not using again are you?”

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He tensed up at that question. I'm the past, why he'd started using, was to deal with his dreams. But he wanted to be good for Sterling now, so he'd not even seen any of his old vices in months. "No... Of course not... I'd never..."

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Sterling looked down on him with such concern on his face, his hand gently caressing Warrens cheek lovingly “I truly hated that year we had to send you away to that convent… i would hate to be apart from you again….”

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Warren hugged his legs tighter "No... No... I won't use again... I made that promise... I won't break it..."

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“Then whats going on with you? You’ve been all over the place, so clingy and rambling nonsense, you’re starting to scare me darling…”

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"I can't explain it, Sterling... Just... Just trust me okay?"

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Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.

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"Nothing? Not even your name?" He furrowed his brows and glsnced over at the pile of clothes he'd had to cut off of the prince. The very obviously royal clothes.

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Kade sat outside the school, picking nervously at his fingers. Hed never had a friend before, and he was honestly just waiting for the day that Quinn revealed that all this had just been some elaborate prank. He glanced at his phone, checking to see if the other had texted him, they had agreed to meet out here, so Quinn could come over to Kades house for the first time after school that day, but Quinn was now ten minutes late, and Kade was about to just go home alone and cry in his bed.

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Quinn rushed out to Kade about fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet. "Thank fuck you're still here" he was out of breath. "Sorry. The football team needed help with party prep for after the game tonight."

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There were already tears in his eyes, he had just gotten up to start walking, he quickly wiped his eyes, trying to disguise the crying, his voice breaking as he spoke “y-you showed up….”

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"Well yeah. I said I was gonna show up, that means I'm gonna show up." He pat Kade's back. "Come on. I can drive if you want."

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Sterling knew he wasn’t really supposed to be wandering around down here, but he was curious. This castle had supposedly been in his family since ancient times and legend had it that it was haunted by some horrible monster that had spent generations terrorizing the kingdom. He didn’t really believe in all that stuff, but he couldn’t deny that it certainly was spooky down here. He was a little excited that his family was moving in here, that hed get to live in this bit of ancient family history. He was dusting things off, peeking into crevasses, only to find himself in the crypts, finding a coffin that wasn’t entirely sealed. He looked inside, finding what appeared to be an old dessicated body. He couldn’t figure out why, but he felt so drawn here. He reached his finger out, accidentally pricking it on one of the surprisingly sharp fangs on the body, a drop of his blood falling into its mouth.

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It had been centuries since Warren had given up. Losing the love of his life, so soon after becoming an immortal monster, had turned him into a much worse monster than he ever would have been. Eventually, though, he grew tired of tormenting and he retreated into a, hopefully, eternal hibernation. A hibernation that was ended early when his consciousness was woken by a familiar taste. Color and softness returned to his cheeks for a moment as he suddenly sat up in his coffin, freezing as he was staring at the perfect image of his love.

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Sterling gasped, watching this body come back to life before his eyes, everything in him was telling him to run, to hide, to flee from this predator, but terror had him rooted to this spot, unable to move

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Warren leaned forward, opening his mouth to reveal the set of fangs that Sterling had just cut himself on. He licked them slowly, his body contiuing to move slowly, sizing up his prey. A brief moment later he lunged. In a burst of speed, far more than any human could have, he had Sterling pinned against a wall as his fangs pierced Sterling's throat and he began to drink the familiar taste.

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Sterling had washed ashore, his clothing torn arrows pierced across his body, only barely clinging to life, his breaths shallow as his blood flowed like the water around him, his head bleeding from a wound that had hit him quite hard. It would be months before he had recovered enough to wake, no sign of his former life left, no memory, just the smell of a man, one who had been tending to him this entire time, the feel of his hands upon his skin the only thing his mind had held to.

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After Warren had found the man, mangled and on the verge of death, he'd done everything he could to keep him alive. While he wasn't actually trained in this kind of thing, but living alone had taught him enough to slowly nurse Sterling back to life. Of course he knew who Sterling eas was, the prince of the realm. But there was nothing Warren could do about that. Until one day when he came back from his day of fishing, when he heard a sound of movement coming from his room, where he'd given up his bed for the past few months. He walked in and carefully checked on Sterling. "Are you waking?" He asked carefully.

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Sterling looked startled, blinking confused, looking this man over. “Where….. who….” His mouth felt strange, the words not forming right in them, he had no memory of who he was and how he had gotten here, but something about this man felt, familiar, safe.

His body ached, everything felt sluggish, stiff, the rough-spun clothing itched against his soft royal skin, all of which felt too big to fit him.

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"My name is Warren. Please, let me sit you up, and you must drink. It's been a little difficult to keep you fed these past months." He already had a cup of water ready to go.

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“Warr-” he tried to speak but the words came out rough, his throat sore, he tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his chest and back, eliciting a most pathetic whimper

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"Warren" he repeated and helped Sterling sit up, putting a pillow behind him for cushioning. Then he was moving the cup to Sterling's mouth. "Drink, please. You're going to be okay."

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Sterling sipped carefully, coughing, choking as flashes of cold sea water filling his lungs echoed in his mind “where….” He croaked out softly as he coughed, eyes still a bit unfocused

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Warren took the water back and set it on his side table. "You are in my house. On the isle of... Well this place doesn't have a name really... But I call it the isle of loneliness. Since I'm all alone here..." He cleared his throat. "Sorry. Was rambling. I haven't really had anyone to talk to in a long time..."

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His voice was naught but a hoarse whisper “why….. you…. Here??” He coughed weakly, settling back against the pillows, wincing slightly at the rough textures, his soft royal skin not used to such scratchy materials

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"Um... It's a long story... Personal reasons..." He looked over Sterling's wounds when he noticed the wincing, checking that they weren't reopening. "I think the more important question is how much do you remember before you washed up on the shores riddled with arrows?"