Ricky's POV
I woke up and checked the alarm clock, 5:00 am. I was about to get up when what felt like two iron bars on my waist held me down. I was cuddled into Liam and he had his arms wrapped protectively around me. So I just shrugged and went back to sleep.
I woke up again at 5:45 am. Liam was still asleep and as cute as can be. No bad Ricky, no fantasizing about the STRAIGHT prince.
Fifteen minutes passed so I woke up Liam. "Where's breakfast," he groaned. "The kitchen," I shrugged. "Why?" he growled. "I can't get up because I have two arms wrapped around my waist," I snarled. He immediately let go,"Get dressed so we can go down to the kitchen, so that you can cook me breakfast," he smirked. I got up and got dressed in white skinny jeans, red band T-shirt, and black high tops. Liam was in blue jeans, a white button up, and combat boots.
We walked down to the kitchen which was surprisingly empty. "Where are the cooks?" I asked. "I told them to leave so you can cook for me naked," he smirked and grabbed my you-know-where spot. "Are you sure that you are straight," I groaned. "I think I'm bi. Anyway off with the clothes." "Sorry not happening," I pushed him away. He easily pulled off my shirt, then pants and shoes,"Semi-naked then, get in the kitchen woman," he yelled and smacked my ass. "Ouch," I moaned and rubbed my butt. He chuckled and sat at the bar,"I want a cup of AB- and an omelet," he ordered. "Yes sire," I muttered.
Liam's POV
I watched Ricky move elegantly around the kitchen. Did my pants just get tighter? No focus Liam, remember you are to be wed to Princess Sophie by the next full moon. And then my boner went away. I'm defiantly gay. I watched as he took a knife and sliced his wrist before pouring his blood into a cup. I downed it and groaned,"Forget about the omelet. Get your little ass over here." He walked over and sat on the seat next to me. I pulled him onto my lap and sank my fangs into his throat. He moaned and tugged on my hair,"Stop. We can't do this," he moaned. "Why not?" I pulled away and lapped at the wound. "Because I'm your servant. And we both know that the King won't allow you to be gay," he said pointedly. I reluctantly let him go and stalked away.
"Father, what would you do if I was gay?" I asked. "I'd call you mad and send you to a mental hospital," he said like it was perfectly normal. "Nice to know," I stalked back out of the room and went back to the kitchen where Ricky was getting his clothes on. "Follow me," I growled and stormed off to the tournament grounds. "What do you want me to do?" Ricky asked timidly. "Hold that shield." As soon as he picked it up I launched a knife at him.
Ricky's POV
As soon as Liam threw that knife I lifted the shield in the air. He threw it so hard that it jarred my arm and made me fall to the ground. "Shit, are you okay?" Liam ran over to me. I whimpered at the shield and he slowly lifted it off. I laid my head in his lap and he stroked my black mess of hair. "We're mates, you know that right," I whispered. "Do you have the dragon tattoo on you left hip bone?" he asked. "Yes, sire," I answered excitedly. He chuckled and kissed my forehead,"You know that means you're mine, right?" he smirked. "I know," I smiled and closed my eyes.
I woke up on warm bed with warm arms wrapped around me. I opened my eyes and came face to chest with Liam's perfect torso. I traced my hand down over his eight pack and he woke up with a seductive growl.
Knocks sounded on the door,"Sire? My lord are you awake?" "Yes," he answered gruffly. "May I enter?" "Yes," he flashed across the room and threw on some pants. A servant walked in the room and said timidly,"You father wishes to speak with you," her eyes wandered around Liam's bare chest. I growled causing her to run out the room.
Liam chuckled and sat down on his bed. I climbed onto his lap and buried my face in his chest. "I have to go, babe," he stroked my hair. I whined and snuggled into him more. I felt his arms lift me up and slide one of his shirts over my head. "You are so tall," I muttered because his shirt came to just above mid-thigh on me. "6'4, babe," he smirked and did a little dance. "I'm 5'8," I muttered. "Aw, my poor little baby," he pouted and ruffled my hair. I glared at him and pulled on some pants. Liam pulled on a shirt only this one was like a shirt from the TV show Merlin on BBC. It had a v-neck that showed like half of his chest. He threw an arm around my shoulders and smiled down at me.
