Not so perfect prince

Chapter 1: Wow

A/N: Hi

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Ameer POV:

I was board. I am sitting in another one of my father's council meetings where all they discussed was 'I'm filthy rich, but not rich enough' and 'oh, that's fine, we are the best people ever so we deserve loads of money' or if it's about me 'why aren't you married yet?'

Well for that simple question there is a simple answer, I like men.

I'm brought back to reality by my father asking me a question.

"Why aren't you engaged yet?" My father, King Caracas, asks.

"I don't know," although I did. The questions are getting all the more frequent.

"What about that lovely girl, Penelope, she is a great candidate, also very eager." Eager, eager is an understatement for that gold digger. She practically throws herself on me every time she sees me. I swear that girl has memorized my every move, actually I wouldn't put that past her. My father and everyone sees her as a lovely young lady but I just see her as a slut. Although I don't think she would like what she saw if she took of my shirt. All the 'Noble' families hate any type of body art especially tattoos and I definitely have a few of those. As well as that I have many scars, too many.

After the meeting I finally finished I head to my training room. My training room is basically my room as I spend most of my time here. I have trained in hand to hand and all types of weapons but especially daggers, bow + arrow and my favourite duel swords. This stuff came in handy more often than not and not in the way people expect.

I get changed into my 'work' clothes that are tight navy pants, a loose white shirt and boots. The top shows all my tattoos threw the material especially the top corner of a curled dragon on my left peck were the buttons are undone. I add the last part of my 'disguise' which is my earrings. I have many on both lobes, some hanging, some rings and some studs. Once I am done I walk over to the giant window in the corner of the room and jumped out.

Once on the ground I took off walking in the direction of the village. I walked past all the nobles houses out to where the main townsfolk lived by the bay. When I walked past said bay I saw a black ship in the docks. I knew exactly who that ship belonged to, Photia, the most infamous pirate around. He was my greatest enemy; he had told me that I alone could catch him. And funnily enough he was the only prisoner that had ever escaped me.

I walk into the village bar and walk over to the man at the counter. He looks at me and nods.

"Lots of bets on you today, me included, better win lad" He says, a little on the tipsy side.

"Counting on it" I wonder why anyone even bets anymore, the outcomes are always the same with me.

As I walk into the back I see many people surrounding the ring and a 30-ish year old many wrapping his wrists ready to fight. I size him up to decide how this fight is going to go, short or long. While I do that I take of my shirt exposing my wing tattoos on my back.

Once I am good to go I walk into the ring. The ref signals to start and we, meaning I and the man, start to circle each other. He takes the first move by lunge stepping and throwing a side swing at me. Wrong move, I easily duck under and give him a harsh uppercut, as he stumbles back I kick him in the back of the knee and he falls. As soon as he is up I go at him with a full kick and he starts to fall forward and I push him into a headlock face down on the floor. The ref rings the bell I get of him then once he is up I shake his hand and walk to my shirt. All the audience cash their bets and start to leave.

I'm about to go when a man about my age, 19, but a little smaller than my 6'3" looks at me. He has very familiar caramel skin and black curly hair. I walk over, interested.

"The fight was good, but too short," he says once I have reached him. I laugh.

"It's too short because no one can last against me" He smirks

"Are you sure?" I smirk back

"Want to find out?" He doesn't reply only walks onto the mat and looks back at me. I climb over the side. "You're challenging me?"

"Yes, isn't that obvious?" I don't answer and just start circling. He does the same, but after a few minutes I realize that he is smarter than I thought and knows not to take the first move. I quickly brake away and uppercut his jaw. He dodged, well that wasn't supposed to happen, I swiftly kneed him in the jaw, oh that felt good. But unfortunately he barely moved.

This back and forth went on for a while sometimes one of us would score a hit on the other but nothing damaging. Finally we were both to bored to continue and stopped to talk. I looked him in the eye, something was familiar about him, but not, this young man had nice soft brown eyes and no tattoos, not like Photia who had golden eyes and many tattoos including a feather below his right ear on his neck. Not that I had studied that in anyway.

"Are you going to keep staring or are you coming to the bar," He smirks again, oh how I hated that smirk.

"I am not staring"

"You were so" I scowl

"I was not; I was just trying to work out were I have seen you before" I say with a huff

"You do look familiar, but those purple eyes I haven't seen anywhere" I now know that he has only seen me when I'm the prince, as I cover my unique eyes in the noble class, but what would he be doing with nobles.

As I was thinking the boy had started to walk off into the bar. I follow as I need to know more about him.

I grabbed a drink from the bartender and headed over to the private corner were the boy was lounging against the wall. 

"Are you going to tell me your name?" I ask

"Sorin, what about you?" Fuck, I can't tell him.

"it's, uh, Ferox" 

"Unique, so, " He leans in closer "you going to tell me a bit about yourself" Damn, I could punch that smirk right of this face, "like what you do around here?"

"Depends on what your thinking about." Keep it cool, Ameer, keep it cool.

"Oh, i was thinking you might be able to show me," Fuck this inhumanely attractive boy, I'm the one that's meant to make you flustered.

"Maybe, but would you be able to keep up"

"We'll have to find out" He begins to push me back against the wall but i flipped us over startling him. Without giving me time to think Sorin pulls my head down, my lips on his. The kiss starts soft with just both our lips moving against the others. Then I bite down on his bottom lip and he gasps so I slide my tongue into his mouth tasting his almost cinnamon taste. Sorin sucks on my tongue making me moan so I put my leg in between his and rub making him whine. When the need to air gets to great I break away from the kiss and start to suck down Sorin's jaw line leaving hickies along my path to his ear. When I reach his lobe I snag my teeth making him moan then i continue kissing and biting down his neck. Once i reach his collar I am pulled back up into a breath taking kiss. 

"I have a room up top" Sorin says breathlessly.

"yep"

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A/N So how'd you like that? Don't worry it is a slow burn of them admitting feelings but i wanted a bit of action to keep it interesting.