Arthir groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He struggled to grasp his surroundings, feeling a bit dizzy for a moment. He closes his eyes again, gathering his bearings. That's right, he was shot by an assassin. He opened his eyes again, eyes moving from left to right to find that he was in a fairly dark room, but light slowly began to peer through the glass window.
He sat up, wincing a bit.
Suddenly, he heard a door slide open.
"Arthir!" That voice.
Arthir turns to the source, a familiar royal rushing to his side. "Cyris-"
Before anything could be finished, Cyris wrapped his arms around Arthir gently, being careful. Arthir hugs backs, listening to Cyris's voice. "Thank goodness...Oh Arthir..."
"I'm here, Cyris." Arthir rubs his back.
"Yes..."
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"A few days." Cyris replies, pulling away to sit beside his fiance properly. Arthir lifts his shirt to see bandages wrapped around his torso. "...What happened?"
"You're alright, Arthir." Cyris said immediately. "He missed your vitals and I found you just in time. Does it hurt?"
Arthir had nothing to worry about since Bestetian's medical technology is highly advanced. "I feel a bit sore, but...the assassin?"
Cyris looked away, staring at the door. Arthir couldn't see his fiance's expression, but he could feel how tense Cyris had suddenly become and he could see his shoulder's trembling in evident rage. Arthir leans his body against Cyris's back, placating the man easily. "He's dead."
"..."
Arthir had expected it, but he wondered if they were able to extract information out of him. "Did I...?"
"You didn't kill him." Cyris said. "He was unconscious."
"..."
"I managed to make him talk when he woke up. He was sent by your family to steal data and assassinate me if you were pregnant." Cyris's tone was especially bitter at the mention of Arthir's family. Arthir could already guess why they wanted Cyris dead if he was pregnant. It was truly power they wanted and control over the heir of the Bestetian Empire.
"...You understand what must be done, right?" Cyris asked, voice low.
Arthir knew what must be done...
"They can't play the fool when everything the assassin had said has been recorded with evidence." Cyris adds.
"I understand."
Cyris turns his body, reaching out his hand to cup the side of Arthir's face. With a smile, he strokes Arthir's cheek with his thumb. His smile slowly fades as he said, "You've taught me forgiveness and what it means to love, but I don't think I have it in me to forgive anyone who hurts you Arthir. I...I'm sorry..."
"Cyris..." Arthir calls him name softly. "I understand how you feel Cyris...If something were to happen to you...If that assassin somehow manages to kill you...I...I don't know what I would do."
"Arthir." Cyris gently presses their foreheads together, closing their eyes to relish in the silence.
I just wish I could've told you.
Arthir recalls that moment, heart pounding painfully against his chest, but now it's different. It's a wish and he will grant it himself. The opportunity was always there and it was time he took it and opened his heart and everything to Cyris.
"Cyris, I love you."
"..."
"Wah-"
Cyris presses his lips deeply against Arthir's, gently holding the back of his head with his left hand and right hand wrapped around Arthir's waist. Cyris pulls him closer, licking his tongue into Arthir's mouth. Arthir's soft moan muffled by his fiance as he gently pushed back to lay on the bed.
Arthir's hands grab a fistful of the back of Cyris's shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline. "C-Cyris..."
"I love you..." Cyris pulls away, whispering against Arthir's lips. "I love you, Arthir."
Cyris keeps kissing him, seeking his lover's warmth. Nothing else mattered at that moment, they just wanted to stay close to each other, to feel that this was real and they were alive. What Cyris felt when he saw Arthir on the floor, bleeding and unconscious, his vision turned red and everything around him fell apart within seconds. Heart sinking and dark thoughts surrounding him...It also hit Arthir much more now...If the assassin hadn't missed, if the assassin actually...
Cyris lets Arthir cling to him desperately, completely understanding why.
But now they were in each other's arms, what they've sought has been found. You're here with me. You're okay.
"Shh..." Cyris whispers, pulling away and cutting a string of saliva. "Arthir, breathe..."
"C-Cyris..." Arthir pants, wrapping his legs around Cyris. "More please...please, kiss me. Don't leave me...Please don't..."
"I'm here, Arthir." Cyris breathes out, presses his nose against Arthir's hair, leaving kisses at the side of his face and slowly meets Arthir's lips again. The kiss more languid yet full of desire. Cyris's lips trail down, sucking at Arthir's skin gently until he reached Arthir's neck where he sucked eagerly.
"Ah!" Arthir gasped, twisting his fingers into Cyris's shirt. Cyris was treating him so gently, it made Arthir's heart feel full and loved, but it was frustrating at the same time. "C-Cyris...ahh...mmn..."
Arthir was ashamed of the embarrassing noises he was letting out, but he could care less about that at this moment. This longing...It was much more valuable. He pleaded softly, almost whining, "Cyris, please...please, I can take more. I'm okay."
"But your injury..."
"Cyris, I'm fine...I really do feel fine." Arthir doesn't know how red he has become, but he questioned...was he being too clingy? Was he asking for too much at the moment? All those negative thoughts were wiped away when he looked into Cyris's eyes more properly...His fiance wanted this just as much as he doesid.
"Cyris please..."
"...Okay, I'll be gentle though."
*TING*
"...Check that." Arthir says quietly with a pout. Cyris groans and pecks Arthir's lips and pulls away. Cyris removes his phone from his pocket and sees an urgent message from his Father and his presence is needed as soon as possible. Cyris shoves his phone back and crawls on top of Arthir with a regretful expression.
Arthir chuckles. "It's okay. Your Empire needs you, your highness."
Cyris lets grunt. "You also need me."
Arthir looks away, flustered. "I-It can wait! Now go!"
"Just let me stay for a little while..."
"..."
"..."
"Hehe, I didn't expect my first kiss to be so passionate." Arthir whispers, cupping Cyris's face and gingerly brushing the strands of Cyris's hair away with his thumbs. Cyris smiles, closing his eyes to immerse himself more in Arthir's soothing touch. Honestly, he could doze off any moment with how delicate Arthir was being with him.
But there was so much that still needed to be done.
"Next time..." Cyris whispers and presses a kiss against Arthir's forehead. "I'll come prepared so it doesn't hurt."
Arthir turns redder, what happened a few minutes ago flashing in his mind. He hides his face in shame, remembering how much he begged for Cyris. Cyris smirks and pulls away while saying, "It was endearing."
"S-Shut up..." Arthir suddenly declares, "I'll be the one making you beg! Just watch!"
"Hmph, I look forward to it."
And with that, Cyris leaves Arthir.
The next day...
The General watches as Arthir takes a stroll inside the palace halls, followed by Cyris. There was no need for the General to rub his eyes and take a look again. Nobody questioned their future Emperor's decision to always want to stay by his love's side.
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