Pledged Silence

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The weeks passing by in the mansion were quiet, but they weren't cold. The two certainly made sure of every second they spent together. Not once had either of the boys pushed the other away since everything that had happened in the past few months. They had nearly lost each other too many times to already to risk it once more and it still terrified them that they could lose each other again.

So you could say everything was kind of calm. Maybe even call it the calm before the storm but that would ruin the mood. Of course the atmosphere was still kind of depressing, it was hard to let go of it, but the boys made sure that they kept each other sane, even by doing small but meaningful acts.

However of course they knew their price could not last and one morning a letter arrived right after breakfast, addressed to them both. As they both sat at the lounge room staring at it, the all too familiar stamp on the back f the letter, Moloch's hands clenched tightly; his knuckles beginning to turn white.

"We should tear it to pieces," Moloch said, looking at the letter as if would randomly either explode or turn into a monkey and start dancing around. "His voice doesn't deserve to be heard."

Archer sighed and after minutes of hearing Moloch make angry comments he reached for the letter out of the grumbling prince's hands, opening it and immediately reading the words Moloch's father had sent to them.

Neat handwriting was scrawled across the page.

"My dearest son,

I am writing to inform you that due to your mother's death you shall be forced to move into my home. I also believe this is an excellent chance to meet your new found 'love', I certainly do hope that he meets up to my expectations. You know I don't tolerate failure or weakness. Come visit soon, I wish to discuss these plans with you.

- Your king."

Moloch scoffed, an angry scowl present on his face now. Getting up, he next flopped onto one the leather couchs. "He's no king to me," he muttered. "And he's definitely not my father."

Archer sighed over at his slumped figure. He walked over to the back of the couch and unconsciously in an absentminded manner began to run his fingertips along the demon's shoulders as if to calm him down, causing electrifying shivers to tingle down Moloch's spines.

"Listen," Archer started, "I know you don't want to go; but wouldn't it be smart to at least meet him?" He stopped gently massaging Moloch's now relaxed shoulders nearly making the prince whine at the loss of his touch. "We can refuse his offer if you really don't like it. And besides he said come by soon, we still have some time to ourselves before having to deal with him."

Archer buried his face in the back of Moloch's neck, just as the prince sighed in what seemed like nearly defeat. An idea hit the human and he slowly started to smirk. He began gingerly placing butterfly kisses up Moloch's neck. A few moments later a rather large pop resonated through the room.

"You can't use my tactics against me!" a red faced Moloch screeched (in a totally manly way), jumping 10 feet away from him.

"I was just getting revenge." Archer's smirk didn't disappear as he jumped over the back of the couch, flopping down on the comfy seat on which Moloch had sat moments ago.

"You got revenge, remember?" Moloch raised an eyebrow. "Czarina sent me the video from the bachelor party. Oh, and I do plan on sticking to what I said to you. And I will do so with great joy may I add, sweetheart."

"Oh, shit."