Torn

Chapter Fourteen: A Promise.

Cyrus had only had time to grab a few things. He didn't seem to be after much. More so, just a old box and a small worn out doll. The male was quiet as he wiggled about. Garth hadn't said much more about the two of them. His demeanor had become almost innocent as he spoke to Victor. The blonde wasn't interested in hearing the mess, and he seemed to be more so frightened then anything. Cyrus had never had any intentions of leaving his home, but now he didn't have much of a choice. He either left now or faced the male's wraith later.

Victor pulled Cyrus close as they road in the carriage. Outside the walls everyone was silent. Occasionally someone would call out to make sure that the King didn't need anything, or Garth could be heard arguing with his men about Cyrus coming along.

Victor had refused leave without Cyrus. The two large male's had even gotten into a argument about the matter. Victor had made it clear that Cyrus was going, and not to be touched. The King had no intentions on leaving Cyrus behind.

Victor leaned back in his seat. He sighed softly before glancing over at the small male. The King brought his arm down and wrapped it around the blonde's shoulder. Victor pulled him into a tender embrace before leaning in and lightly pressing his lips against the sprite's forehead, "I know you're frightened." Victor stated, "And I know that you didn't want this, but after some time with Garth, we'll depart for my, I mean our home." The red head smiled softly before leaning in and pressing his lips against the small male's forehead, "Please understand, this is the safest thing we could have done."

Cyrus was in a daze; lost in his own mind as he looked out the window. The Prince was tense, and the fact that they were moving closer and closer to his monster's domain left him in quite a panic. Never in a million years had he thought he would go to such a place, and more so, with the King that caused it all, his new lover.

Cyrus gasped as he was pulled up against the larger male. His cheeks darkened as he looked up at him. The male's cheeks flushed as he felt Victor's tender lips against his forehead. The blonde let out a deep sigh before pressing his frame against the king's, "I wanted to stay with you." Cyrus stated. He climbed up and sat in the male's lap. The sprite pressed his small frame against Victor's own, "I didn't have to go if I didn't wish to, but I couldn't let you go without me. Even if I had no choice in the matter. Though, I do look forward to seeing our own home." Cyrus leaned in and pressed his lush lips softly against Victor's. He brought his hand up and lightly ran his fingers through the king's hair, "Just don't ever let me go." His cheeks darkened as he looked up at the King. He smiled nervously before resting his head against Victor's, "I'm not going to be without you, alright?"

It wasn't often that the king blushed, but Cyrus left him with a deep flush over his tan cheeks. Victor brought his hand down and rested his palm gently on his cheek. The King didn't like this side of Cyrus. The young Prince was scared, and all to frustrated. It seemed that the water sprite had fell into a sort of daze. Victor had never been quite a caring person or even, affectionate towards anyone. After the death of his mother, nothing had mattered, but seeing Cyrus in such a flustered mess is hurt him. The King leaned in and kissed the male tenderly. He pulled Cyrus into a sudden embrace and rested the feminine male's head on his shoulder, "Relax darling." Victor stated. He ran his hands up and down the male's small frame, "I'm never letting you go, you understand that?" He smiled softly as he pressed his lips against his neck. Victor caressed him tenderly; merely wanting him to be at ease for their arrival, "I won't leave you anywhere alone unless it's our room. I do have things to attend to." Victor was still the King, and as King, he had to make sure that people knew his rule, "But I will not leave you a moment longer then I have to."

Cyrus smiled softly. His wings gave a soft flutter as he pressed his frame against Victor's. As Victor nipped and kissed at his neck, the blonde began to blush, "A-ah.." He mumbled. Cyrus's cheeks darkened before he pressed against the large male's chest and looked at him stubbornly, "Don't do that here, my lord, I don't want anyone to hear." Prince Cyrus still had quite a frustration when it came to sex or just finding arousal.

King Victor's brow raised as he was pushed back. The male grinned lightly before tilting his head, "So what if they hear you." The male took a hold of Cyrus's chin and held him in place, "These men fuck the same women." Victor rolled his eyes, "Besides, I think Garth should know who you belong to." Victor grabbed Cyrus's rear and pulled him firmly against him. The King was a powerful person, dominant. His mind often became drawn to what he wanted, and Cyrus was the only thing on his mind.

Cyrus winced as he was pulled forward. The male's vibrant turquoise eyes locked against Victor's golden eyes. The red embers dancing in them. His cheeks darkened as the king spoke. The small male grabbed on to his shoulders as he was lifted up. He winced a bit as Victor held him against him. After his first time, he was still rather sore, "E-Easy m'lord." Cyrus mumbled. He gave a stubborn shake of his head, "I don't want them to hear me. They shouldn't get that benefit." He frowned as he was pulled closer, "I-I don't want anyone to hear me except for you." Cyrus held in to Victor's shoulders. His wings folded down as he leaned forward and pressed his frame against the king's.

Victor sighed softly. He let out a low growl and rolled his eyes. Of course he wasn't going to let Cyrus be uncomfortable. The King couldn't help himself. Cyrus was beautiful, and the red headed male just couldn't get over it, "I'll wait, but when we're in our own room, I'll show you how good it really feels." Victor leaned down and pressed his lips tenderly against the small male's. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. The King pushed his tongue between Cyrus's lips and parted them. If he wasn't going to make love, he'd at least enjoy the touch of the Prince's tender lips.

Cyrus gasped softly. His cheeks darkened as Victor's lips pressed against his own. As the king's tongue wrapped around his, Cyrus let out a soft moan. Cyrus followed the same movements that Victor did as he danced with his tongue. He brought his hands up and held on to his cheeks. Cyrus breathed softly as he laid against Victor.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Garth stood. The two had been so lost in the kissed, the male had caught glimpse of it. The raven haired male sneered his lip light and rolled his eyes, but it didn't seem in hatred, but jealously, "We are hear, Uncle. Perhaps you two can swap later."