Covered In Darkness (Manxman|| #lgbtq)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

   Cyn remembers the first time he saw Ian. Those mismatched eyes, wondering how the boy breathed under all those layers of clothes. It was as if Ian were hiding himself from the world. Even Ian's face was covered just short of his eyes like a Muslim female.

It was quite awkward walking through the Taj Mahal Palace in nothing but a tight pair of pants beside the young Prince Ian. Women stared and men glared at him.

"Why are they staring? Have they never seen a bare chest before?" Cyn had asked and almost swallowed his tongue when Ian stopped abruptly and turned his eyes to Cyn.

"They have. Just none so godlike" Ian answered flatly and resumed his steps.

"I see?" well, Cyn didn't see.

"What do you mean?"

"King Cyn, you have the body of a man every woman dreams her future husband would have and one every other man envies" Ian opened the big doors to his father's study.

"And what of you?" Cyn knew he was a man blessed in both looks and physique. And he would not mind being fancied by the boy.

"What of me?" he gave Cyn a dry stare.

"Oh, you mean whether I find you attractive?" Ian stopped and gave Cyn a once over.

"You are rather beautiful but I fear the size of your cock would destroy me" Cyn sputtered at the dainty Prince's answer. Well he definitely wasn't expecting that.

"I think you could take me" Cyn gave Ian a salacious stare once he recovered from the bluntness the boy wielded.

"You think? I do guess for a dragon as yourself you've bedded quite a number of men and women well into the hundreds of thousands I presume, so you would know what you're capable of sexually" Cyn was sure Prince Ian pursed his lips under his face covering.

"Try again little prince, but you need to lower your number, drastically lower" what in the hell kind of conversation was he having with the Cobra Prince? Cyn asked himself.

One brow arched "tens of thousands?" Cyn shook his head no.

"Thousands?" again he shook his head no.

"Hundreds?" The Prince tilted his head.

"Non" Cyn smirked when both Prince Ian's eyebrows rose in disbelief under the cloth. Oh what he would give to see the boy's expression.

"Twenty" Cyn smiled.

"But, you're hundreds of years old!" Ian exclaimed.

"So? I do have standards you know. I don't go around falling into bed with everyone that bats their eyes at me much like that servant girl over there" Cyn defends his low number of conquests.

"I see. My apologies then" Ian mumbled and Cyn was positive he was blushing.

"Why are you so covered?"

"Because I'm hideous" Prince Ian didn't even hesitate to respond.

Cyn smirked more to himself "you know little Prince, if you had shifted your eyes a little and maybe clasped your hands together I might have believed you had I not known that your skin is venomous" Cyn said continuing his strides and smiling a little when Ian gasped.

"How? How do you know that?" Ian ran to catch up to Cyn's long strides.

"I can smell it emanating from you" Cyn simply replied.

"Oh figures? My particular poison is quite potent" Ian mumbled.

"Aye, it is. But not to me" Ian pinned Cyn with those eyes again doubt swimming around. Doubt and something else.