Servienne (LGBT)

8-Visitation Hours

    As his father had said, Aaron received no work that day. But he was restless. He had done nothing but sleep in those eight days, and even with his body still worn out and tired while the sickness faded away, he couldn't bring himself to sleep for the first two days. On the third day, he was back to normal, going out to the edge of the woodlands to sit on the bench facing towards the lake, wandering about the halls, pestering Gertrude. Everything was going back to normal. It was peaceful.

  On that third day, he requested a meal with water, having been banned from anything else but water and nutritious meals until he recovered. He'd also been banned from looking at any other paper but that from a novel he may be enjoying on his mandatory vacation.

  He barely looked up when he called for the person knocking to enter, but after a long moment of silence and stillness, he glanced up from where he laid on the bed reading, eyes widening. He sat up, staring at the door, Noll staring back at him in surprise. "You're better..." Noll muttered, seeming to be in shock. "Yes, I am. Now leave the tray on my desk and leave, servant," He ordered coolly. Noll seemed a bit taken aback, but said nothing, lowering his head as he walked deeper into the room to set the tray down as he had been ordered. "Now leave," Aaron said, watching him carefully. Noll flinched, looking up at him. "But, Prince Aaron--"

    "Are you disobeying a direct order?" Aaron questioned, getting to his feet, eyes calm.

    "No, Aaron, it's just--"

    "Prince Aaron to you, peasant--"

    Noll moved before Aaron had a chance to react, slamming him against the wall enough to near knock the wind from his lungs. "Listen to me!" Noll snarled, but Aaron was ready. Noll froze, looking down where Aaron pressed a small dagger lightly into his side, threatening to bury it into Noll's stomach. Noll met Aaron's cold, unfeeling eyes as the prince lowered his voice. "I will not hesitate, Noll. I won't. Back down." But Noll did not. He just stared at Aaron, deep into his eyes, as though genuinely hurt by this. He brought up his hands, wincing as Aaron dug the dagger deeper as a warning, ignoring it as he cupped Aaron's face. "I thought you were going to die just because you didn't want to see me." He said softly. Aaron hesitated, looking up at his soft dark eyes. "No, I, I didn't mean to..." Aaron let out a sigh of frustration. "I just want to.... Focus. You distract me."

  "I distract you?" A small grin played across Noll's lips as he stared down at him. Noll's mind was racing. He was distracting. Did that mean Aaron felt this way too? He couldn't know, but he had to know. It was torturing him. Noll went to say something before Aaron scoffed. "You know what? Screw you. Forget I ever said anything. Get away, off of me!" He demanded, but as he pushed Noll off, the man's hold tightened. Noll brought his face close.

  Aaron froze as still as a statue when he felt Noll's lips press to his cheek. His face lit up red. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" He shouted, struggling to get away, but Noll wasn't letting that happen, kissing down his face, along his jaw, to his neck. Aaron's heartbeat sped up, his whole body reacting. He couldn't stop it. The dagger dropped to the floor. "N--Noll, stop..." He cried out lightly as Noll's teeth bit down on the skin of his neck. "Noll, st-stop it!" With all of his might, he pushed against Noll, ducking and moving away to put several feet between them. He was panting heavily and Noll lightly, Noll's eyes wide, lips puffed slightly, skin redder than usual. Noll opened his mouth to speak, but it was several moments before any words came forth. "I'm sorry."

  Before Aaron could speak himself, before he could do anything, Noll brushed past him, leaving him yet again to sit there in shock and disbelief.

    He had just been kissed--on the cheek and neck, at least. Not the way he wished to be kissed if he ever was kissed. He had been kissed roughly and cruelly. He had been borderline assaulted. Yet, when he brought up his fingers to brush his cheek, still lingering with the feeling of Noll there, he wished it had lasted longer. What was wrong with him? Had he gone mad? He had fallen so far that it was just pathetic. Yet, he felt not ashamed nor worried, not mortified nor scared. The kiss felt not disgusting nor awful, despite how he tried convincing himself. Of all of his feelings, the worst was the one that brought that terrible reality to him:

    He actually quite liked it.

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A/N: I'm terrible at scenes like this, forgive me. Just thought I'd beg forgiveness lol