Torn

Chapter Nine: Victor's Heart.

Cyrus breathed heavily. He winced a bit as the large male kept himself buried deep inside his small frame. The sprite's cheeks were flushed. He was frustrated, and hurting. He winced lightly as Victor held him closely. After a moment, the king rolled on his side and pulled Cyrus close against him. He leaned down and pressed his lips tenderly against the male's neck. The King held him closely, "I'm sorry it hurt. I couldn't help myself. Are you okay, darling?"

Cyrus sulked a bit. His ears flickered shyly. The sprite placed his fingers lightly against Victor's cheek. He took a deep breath; lightly wincing as he attempted to get comfortable. The blonde cried out. His eyes swelled with tears. He wrapped his arms tightly around Victor's shoulders. he leaned in and pressed his face against the redheaded male's cheek, "It hurts to move." Cyrus's cheeks darkened. He took a deep breath before leaning back on to the bed of furs.

Victor lifted his head. Cyrus was much smaller then him. Perhaps he had gotten carried away in the midst. They both seemed to had lost interest in much else. The king sat up. He pulled the blanket down to look over Cyrus.

The male tensed as he looked between the fairies legs. His release covered him, but a mess came along with it. Cyrus had bled quite a bit; quickly making it clear that Victor had hurt him. He frowned before leaning down and gently kissing Cyrus. "The bath should be warm. The sun warmed it all day, but I can warm it up a bit more." Victor picked up Cyrus and carried him over to the large washtub. Cyrus had built it himself out of some sort of smooth clay and put it where the sun would always shine on it.

Victor placed the small male in the water. He grabbed two towels and laid them on a wooden stool. He climbed in the water and got behind Cyrus, "I can make your pain go away to darling." The male's ember eyes flashed, as if they were scorching hot. Victor had always let off a strong heat. He was always warm.

Cyrus looked at Victor curiously as he was placed in the water. The fairy's wings fluttered lightly as he looked down between legs. Slowly, it became a light pink. The young male sulked a bit. He rubbed his shoulder nervously before closing his legs, "Don't look, Victor, what are you..?" Cyrus looked up at the King as he got behind him. He looked up at him shyly. The Prince was frustrated and more so confused. He turned his attention away shyly as Victor got behind him, "Why are you in here? You can heal?" Cyrus seemed confused, but immediately he could tell that the water around him was warming up. The snowy blonde sat quietly as he looked over his hands.

The red head rolled his eyes. He wrapped his arm around Cyrus's chest and gently pulled him up into his lap. Victor's markings continued to glow and soon, the water was warm enough to steam, "Don't hide from me. I know what I've done. Relax. It's normal." He nuzzled against the fairy's neck as he gently rubbed against his cheek, "I cannot heal," Victor stated, "But I can make thing's more bearable." The King held him close. He rocked back and forth as he tenderly petted Cyrus, "Do you like this? I'll dry you and lay you down to rest when your ready." Victor was never one to show anyone heart, but Cyrus had opened it up in him. The male shifted a bit as he looked about. He didn't enjoy seeing Cyrus so hurt, and it being his fault made it worse.

Cyrus nuzzled closely. His cheeks flushed as he turned around to look at Victor. The small male placed his hands on his cheeks. His frail legs wrapped around Victor's hips. The King's warmth was so addictive. Cyrus had never felt water so warm, or felt someone with the body heat that Victor had. The small male rested his head against the red head's chest. His markings glowed vibrantly as he curled close to his chest, "Do you love me?" Cyrus asked quietly. His fingers traced against Victor's chest, "How can you do that to someone so soon?"

Victor tensed at his question about love. The tan male's cheeks darkened before he brought his hand up and ran his fingers through his hair, "Love? I haven't felt it in some time, but with you," The King took hold of Cyrus's chin and held it gently. His fingers lightly grazed against his cheek, "You're quite a lovely one, my Prince. I've never laid my eyes on such beauty-"

"So you only love me for my looks?" Cyrus shifted back uncomfortably. His turquoise eyes lit up softly as he looked up at the larger male. The sprite had cut him off, but only because he was already confused.

"Because of your heart, darling. You awakened something in me that I haven't felt in hundreds of years. You're not just beautiful because of those eyes or that smile, but because of the innocence you hold. This utter beauty that I have not seen in so long. You are a perfect soul. I could not harm you." Victor leaned down and pressed his lips against Cyrus's. His arm wrapped around the small male's back before pulling him up against his chest, "I do love you, and even so more capable of showing you if given the chance."

Cyrus smiled softly. He pressed his forehead against Victor's own. The sprite truly felt the same way. He had lived in fear for so long and had been alone, that he was craving such affection. A love. Cyrus leaned in and kissed the male's shoulder, "I love you too. You have such a angry past, but it doesn't have to be that way anymore." Cyrus leaned back and took hold of the other's cheeks as well, "Stay here with me? We don't have to go back." The blonde curled closely against him.

This all felt like a dream for the both of them, Victor knew. He leaned back and took hold of Cyrus's chin. He held it up before lightly tilting his head, "I will do whatever you wish, my love. So long as you will do one thing for me."

"Hmm?" Cyrus danced his hands across Victor's chest, "What might that be, m'lord?"

"Become my bride."