The Swords Of Love (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 3: A Noticeable Change, A Child No Longer

After that kiss things kind of just fell silent and that made me realize it was not a dream. My dreams usually always had some kind of talking, whispering or some action. This kiss felt different, "you missed a spot" Tre says as he turns and chuckles pointing at his shoulder but then sees my face still red with blush from the kiss. His face no longer had that smile but a sad frown "I'm...." He was about to continue.

"Sorry sized off, yes I did miss that spot" I cut him off before he could apologize. "don't dare apologize for that, It sent my body into a place I have never been before, and my heart fluttered" I continued seeing that smile of his appear again even bigger. I don't know what came over me next but I fell silent and finished cleaning his wound then went to help him get up from the bath but I slipped on some water that had slipped over the edge and began falling to the ground, but before I could feel the ground I felt steady, firm arms catching me inches before hitting the ground. As I looked up I saw his gorgeous smile once again and I could just feel butterflies in my stomached. I had never felt this way before, ever, but he managed to do it. My first friend, my first personal servant, my first kiss, but most of all my first hearts desire.

"I got you, don't worry" his voice sounded like an angel fluttering their wings for the first time. I couldn't not notice that he was one of the most beautifully scarred man I have ever met or seen. How does this work? A beautiful scarred up man that serves me and kisses me? That is unimaginable, not even in my wildest dreams. Maybe now my wild dreams will change.

*KNOCK KNOCK* Then the door knob begins to shake.

"Son! Unlock this door this instance!" I hear my father tell from outside the door.

"One moment father" I replied with a drowsy voice. "hurry up and put your clothes on and go open the door formyl father. I'll pretend I am laying in bed." I looked at tre as his luscious widened at my plan. "I hope it works."

As Tre goes to open the door I cover myself into the bed and sit up. "Son what are you doing in bed? And what are you still doing in bed? It's supper time." My father Slammed the door open hitting Tre straight into the wall and the groan I heard leaving his lips was intolerable now yet he kept speaking but I cut him off In mid sentence.

"Father! You may not hurt my servant, he is mine, these actions will not be tolerated again." I replied ignoring my father's question. I do not know where I got this power of authority but I very much liked it, especially the fact that my fathers mouth dropped because I had never questioned or commented on his actions before. This time was different, I had no regrets to an action and I felt in power. This must be what it feels to be king, I like it.

"Son, you have been acting differently these last two days. Are you alright to start sword practice tomorrow morning?" My father changed histone of voice very fast after my interruption. His voice was now only cautious and in worry. I would understand his worry and caution. I am no longer a small boy, I have changed and I have Tre to thank for that.

"Shall we go to supper?" I said as I grabbed my gold and wool prince cost and gestured for my father to lead the way. "Tre, you go get the maids to clean up the blood you have spilled on my new rug, and go get cleaned and have the maid grab you something better to wear, you must represent a princes royal guard not a slave." my voice now assertive and full of lies. I did not expect my father to see through my lies, which he did not only Tre saw through them.

"Yes my prince" Tre replied with a nod of his head.

"oh and meet me at the supper table after you have finished" I continued, then put my hand over my fathers back and began to walk down the stairs to supper. All I could think about was Tre and his body of a God, scarred and still godly a mixture that makes my heart jump.

We all sat at the supper table filled to the edges with food, a feast like every day and night, but this time was different. As my father began to eat I saw my brothers staring at me so I looked up and saw that they were awaiting my signal. I had never had that respect from them. It felt nice so I began eating and that was the signal to begin eating just in the same aspect as giving respect to my father to wait till he begins to eat so I can. As we begna eating a minute goes by and liam opens his mouth to speak and I see he has food in his mouth. "fath..." liam begins to speak but I cut him off as I throw a fork straight across from me into the chicken dish infront of him. He got the point as I noticed since he swallowed a peice of chicken whole unchewed and went back to eating without another word.

As we finished supper and we had time for father to drink his liquor, that was when liam stared at me without a word asking me to begin speaking, and I nodded in acceptance to begin talking. So he did, "Brother? May I be excused?" liam spoke with such fear in his voice.

"father? I will be excused as well I have to begin preping for practice in the morning, I need my rest." I turned to father as I heard liam get up and leave the room and father nodded in agreement and I got up to leave.

As I left the feast room, I heard Tre cry out "What have I done?" then I as I inch closer I see my brother swinging his arm back with a whip in his right hand.

"LIAM!" my voice has never been harsher, but at this moment my mind had no control over my actions it was all my heart. I grabbed the whip as it sprung back whipping my forearm and making me bleed but I stuck holding it until he turned around to find that it was me. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU ARE NOT THE KING! YOU ARE NOT HIS MASTER!" I begin to calm down and look at Tre, seeing that he was not terriefied any longer now that I am here. Then I look back at Liam and pull the whip out of his hand and let it drop behind me as I speak with a calm voice "do yiu not understand the concept of ownership, that if another ia to punish a master's slave without permission, it is punishable by your hand being cut off?" he only stared at me and looked into my eyes where I when saw his fear grow more and more in which I pulled my hand back and thrusted it into his shoulder making him spin away from me and scream in pain then with my other hand I pulled him by the back of his hair and began dragging him toward the feast room. As I began dragging him I looked back to fin that tre was gone.

Liam is in for a very rude awakening from his small childish games that I will no longer let go. I kept dragging him as he squirmed holding my forearm and scratching deeply and making me to begin to bleed. I kept dragging him and as I was about to open the feast door I felt Liam slip away from my hand and when I looked back I saw his hands pull back and thrust into my chest pushing the air out of my lungs and pushing me far into the feast room hitting a table but catching myself before my back hit it.

"You have no rule over me brother! You are not king, you are not my father!" Liam yelled as he entered the room fixing his hair. Liam was a strongest out of my brothers. He was always sword playing and pushing himself and the limits to find newer ones. His body was muscle and mine was of average build. So his thrust into my chest was brutal but I had no choice but to dicipline him, I am his elder brother, soon to become king. As I looked up at the table I saw my father about to stand and my brothers gigling.

"Father please don't enter this quarell, it is between Liam and I. You twi will be dealt with after I am done diciplining your triplet!" I began to walk up toward Liam and his eyes were filled with fury. "You really want to challenge me brother?" With stating this question, it brings my first test into play. Discipline!