Torn

Chapter Seven: The Special Bond.

Victor rested against Cyrus. The male eagerly pulled against the blonde's hip. Once they had arrived back at home, the two of them were rather quiet. The King had taken Cyrus to the side of the fire once they had gotten inside. Both of them seemed unsure of talking about what had happened right off.

Cyrus laid quietly. His head rested on his arms. The male's wing's flapped lightly as he nervously sulked beneath Victor, "W-why did you do that?" The male rolled over on his back. He looked at him shyly as he shifted about.

"Hmm?" The male looked down at Cyrus. He placed his hand tenderly on the Prince's cheek, "I'm not sure. I just can't stop myself around you." Victor confessed. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the male's neck, "I know you feel it as well." The red head's markings began to glow red as his fingers trailed down Cyrus's own blue one's, "You're special. I feel it."

Cyrus gasped softly. The male gave a light shake of his head. His markings began to glow. The small male breathed heavily. His cheeks flushed nervously as Victor held his cheeks. The fairy gave a light shake of his head, bringing his hands up and placing them gently on the male's glowing marks, "I can't explain it." He mumbled softly. The blonde's cheeks darkened as he shifted underneath Victor, "You make me feel safer then I have felt in quite some time."

The King smiled as he leaned in and rested his forehead tenderly against the other male's. Victor rolled over top of Cyrus before shifting his leg up. The red head began to undo Cyrus's shirt. He shifted his head upward and lightly leaned his head forward. The fire next to them roared within it's cage. Victor was gaining back his powers, and it was beginning to show, "Even if I'm a monster?" He leaned closer as he traced his thumb against his lower lip. "Oh I want to kiss you again."

Cyrus gasped as Victor spoke. He shook his head lightly, "You have a gentle heart, it's just engulfed in your fiery rage. I can feel it." The sprite gasped as Victor's lips met his own. The blonde held the king's cheeks. His cheeks darkened as he leaned in. Cyrus couldn't help himself. Just like Victor, there was a overbearing feeling to just feel the other. He turned his head a bit and shook his head, "What you did, w-why did you do that do me back there?" Cyrus was truly mind boggled, but his mind was so drawn to Victor that he couldn't get enough himself.

Victor groaned as he shifted his groin between the small male's legs, "I wanted to show you how much I can please you. More so, I want to make love to you." The King ran his fingers through his hair lightly before gripping and pulling him close, "I won't let anyone hurt you, Cyrus. I'll keep you safe so long I'm capable. Just be mine, I've never wanted someone more in my life." Victor loved the purity that Cyrus had. Truly he had such a innocence about him that the fire king couldn't get enough of. Victor had never found someone that left him in such a state of bliss in such a short time.

"Make love?" Cyrus shifted a bit beneath him. His cheeks darkened before he turned his attention another direction, "I've never done anything like that. The only time I recall hearing about it was when the maids rambled about in the castle when the knights would come home. I was to young to understand." Though, he didn't understand now. He shifted a bit as he attempted to get comfortable beneath the large male.

Victor rubbed Cyrus's chest gently as he looked over him. The King pushed himself between Cyrus's legs. He leaned down and began to plant kisses against the small male's neck, "Let me show you." The King's breathing was heavy, seducing. He grinned softly before leaning in and nipping on Cyrus's ear, "It will hurt the first time, but it will get easier over time. Victor was honest. He didn't want Cyrus to lose what trust he had for him. Victor wanted him.

"I-I don't know." The sprite brought his hands up and covered his face. He was beyond embarrassed already. More so frustrated with what had happened a little over a hour ago. His heart pounded in his chest. He sulked; thinking quietly to himself as he hid from Victor's dominant glare. "Why do you want it so badly? What must be so good about it?"

Victor's brow raised as Cyrus hid his face as he spoke. The King could hear the wear in the Prince's voice. It was clear that he was much more nervous then Victor. He brought his hands up and grabbed Cyrus's wrists. The red head shoved the snow haired male's hands back into the mound of blankets and soft furs, "Don't hide from me, love. You're to lovely to be hiding that face." Victor leaned down and pressed tender kisses against his cheek, "I can't explain why I want it, but I can tell that you do just as badly, do you not fear someone ripping it from you against your will?" Victor's eyes glowed at the thought, "I couldn't imagine." The King rested his forehead against Cyrus's. He tenderly held the sprite's hands. His markings began to glow as the fire grew. Outside, a light rain could be heard followed by a soft roar of the awakening storm.

Cyrus arched his back lightly. He sulked a bit before giving a nervous shake of his head as Victor took his hands off his face. "G-gah." The smaller male gasped softly. His own green and blue markings beginning to flash as the raining outside became heavier, "You are a powerful being, m'lord. You could have already hurt me." Cyrus's pulled his hand out of his tender grasp before reaching it up and placing it on Victor's cheek, "I do want it, but not from anyone else. If you promise to be gentle if it hurts, then you can make love to me." Cyrus's pointed ears gave a soft flick. He sulked nervously as he spoke. Why would he do this? He was drawn to Victor. His touches just weren't enough. Cyrus was looking for something more.

Victor smiled softly. He brought his hand up and tenderly rubbed Cyrus's cheek. He curled his fingers gently into the sprite's blonde locks as he gave a light pull against it, "I'll be gentle. Making love is special. I'll make sure too." Though Victor had a aggressive nature, his passionate attitude about sex seemed to pour out. He leaned in and lightly licked Cyrus's cheek, "Take off your clothes, and I'll take off mine."