Royal Attraction

(OOC) ~ ~ ~ Let it be known that all characters/persons in the story are my original creations. And as I usually do, it\'s written in an RP format (Role Play) So it\'s the person\'s name, then their spoken words. Anything between the asterisks (*) are actions. ~ ~ ~

(OOC) ~ ~ ~ Some of this story is written from the POV of the one character (when he\'s in a scene)



*War dominated the life of the kingdom. Battles raged almost every day and night for one reason or another. Rebellious commoners sought to destroy the destructive legacy, and bring freedom to themselves. Those not of noble birth were treated like nothing more than beasts, while the royalty lived high lives in their retreated castles. Many rebels and groups formed over the years, posing a high threat to the king and his men. Then the rebel wars began. Casualties burdened both sides as the battles staggered on. Eventually it all came to a close,... the rebels defeated, and the king reveled in his victory. The common people sank into the depths of despair, realizing that their dreams of pure freedom,... had been vanquished.*

\"People stopped caring a long time ago.\"

*He would say to me as we rode along the dirt paths. I always listened the story of my past, of how I came to be. Of how my father came to his power, and our kingdom has risen since. But it was built all in blood.*

\"The people who fought for their very existence, their freedom, their lives. They were all struck down by your father\'s men. Many of them struck down by your father himself.\"

*I was the prince of the new era, destined to follow in the footsteps of my father when I came to power. At the age of 17 I was becoming a man already. And I was being taught a lot of lessons from all of my mentors.*

\"Needless to say the kingdom won the battle. The people diminished slowly, and just followed like normal commoners.\"

*All I could hear was him speaking, as I kept my gaze on his face and listened. When he would pause for a moment I could only hear the horses trotting.*

\"Your father wants me to teach you all that I know for battle. We\'ve gone through a few things, but he wants you to be prepared.\"

*He was Altair. My knight, guardian, and mentor. I had known him since I was a young child. He must have been about 6 years older than I. His long blonde hair was held back in a ponytail behind his head, and his azure blue eyes glistened with every flash of light. Most of the time I couldn\'t free my gaze from his handsome face. He was probably the best looking person I\'d ever seen. Strong, and powerful,... confident in everything he did. I sometimes caught myself wondering things about him,... that I should not be thinking of. I would stare sometimes, wishing I could get beneath the gray metal armor he always wore over his chest. I knew he must look twice as good without it on. Without clothing on for that matter. Sometimes I just got lost in thought. I myself was a daydreamer, probably why my father worried about me so in combat.*

Altair: Prince Joseph?

*I felt my gaze shoot back up to his face as he had stopped a few feet behind me on the horse. We had reached the training ground. A well worn area in the forest where trees had been sheared back, and the dirt free of many rocks and debris. Several trees around had cuts and slices in them from various weapons. I took in a breath and tried to calm myself down,... after thinking about him so long. I nodded to my knight and dismounted the horse, tying the reigns to a nearby tree. Altair was already done that, and was just waiting for me to come to him for practice. I wondered if he was so fast with other things,...*

Altair: Now the trick to swordfighting is,...

*Altair began speaking, as I readied myself, drawing my silver blade. The sword I had my father had handed down to me. The grip was blood red, while the cross guard was golden. It was a good sword, it had lasted many battles for my father. He had handed it down to me in hopes that I would follow in his footsteps of tyranny. I was a few feet in front of Altair as he began to speak about footing, and stances while fighting. I would follow him, and test the movements as he had shown me. Of course this was just kind of a pre-practice.*

Altair: Suit up Joseph.

*Having known him so long, we were comfortable enough around each other to use our informal names. I never minded not being called by my title of prince. It was so hard to see myself in that position as it was. I walked over to a bag that the horse had carried on its back and untied it. Inside were a few pieces of leather padding for armor. I pulled one across my chest, struggling to get it fastened behind me. While both of my hands were reaching I felt another set of hands touch my back. I looked behind myself and saw Altair pulling the straps closed for me. I looked back ahead of myself, just trying to cope with it all. His hands touched my back at brief intervals, while he was looping the straps around. As he got onto my lower back it was harder to resist the urge to just move towards him. He pulled the last one closed and just smiled at me from behind, moving away. I turned and faced him, thankful of the guard I was wearing between my legs,... as it kept me from practically ripping through my own pants. As we began the practice I allowed my mind to focus for once on the battle, instead of on my beautiful knight.*


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*There was no sound,... except for the sudden loud thud of a shoe being thrown. In a very small room, just about enough room for one bed, a figure was lying underneath the sheets, the shoe landing on the figure\'s back. The person turned, and sat up, he was naked from the chest up, and actually from the waist down for that matter.*

\"Bloody hell, what was that for?\"

*The figure glared up at another person standing at the foot of the bed. This one, completely stark naked. He had short and messy brown hair, with hazel colored eyes. His figure was tall, and a good physique. He had muscles across his chest, but not too much of a tone. And his arms were strong as well as his legs, and what was between them seemed to be a record breaker itself.*

\"We should have been at the meeting nearly fifteen minutes ago Archer, get your ass up and moving.\"

*The figure in the bed swung his feet over the edge and rubbed his forehead.*

Archer: Can I help if you\'re a damn monster in bed, Daniel?

*Archer shot the taller man a grin, who returned it, and jumped onto the bed. The entire bed moved, and Archer was tackled down by Daniel. A little bit of light shone in from the window. Archer had a short redish-brown hair color, with jade green eyes. His voice came off with a slight Irish type accent. As he opened his mouth to speak, it was covered by the lips of his partner. Daniel pressed against the smaller man, who had a thinner build, and less strength to him in general. He always got control of Archer, no matter the circumstances. Daniel\'s hand slipped down around Archer\'s length, and started to stroke him up and down lightly. The smaller man moved into the touch, grunting slightly.*

Archer: ,... Christ Daniel,... I don\'t think I have the damned strength to do it again, we were at it all night.

*Daniel had no words for his partner, only another kiss, this time deeper, to silence him. His kisses rained down Archer\'s chest, making his way to his lower body, and stopping right under his abdomen. Archer\'s hands were clutched onto a pillow under his head.*

Archer: Daniel,... we- Uhhhh,..

*Archer caught his words in his chest as he felt the larger man\'s tongue lap over him and around him. He let out panting breaths, as Daniel sucked against him lightly. He made his way up to his tip and ran his tongue over the sensitive edge. Archer jumped up for more contact, but Daniel only backed away, denying him what he craved. He leaned back again, pressing Archer\'s hips down to the bed so he couldn\'t move anymore. Archer squirmed under the contact and the warm mouth around his length. Daniel moved expertly around his partner, taking him up and down in his mouth, licking his way around him as he went.*

Archer: Ughhhh,.... Ahhhhh,... come on,....

*Archer moaned lightly as his partner reveled in his actions. Daniel then pulled back completely, moving up to come face to face with Archer again. He kissed him roughly, catching moans before they could escape his mouth. Archer kissed back just as deeply, tasting himself on his partner\'s lips. He put his head back onto the bed as Daniel separated his legs as wide as he could. He knew Archer was no stranger to this, and that going slow annoyed him so much. Daniel moved up, and slid one finger into his opening, pushing lightly inside of him.*

Archer: ,Ahhh,... you,... bastard,.....

*Archer squirmed, pushing down against his partner as hard as he could, wanting more than just a finger inside of him.*

Daniel: What, am I bothering you in some way?

*Daniel\'s grin spread across his face, and sweat began to make its way down Archer\'s brow.*

Archer: ,... ugh,..... do it,...

Daniel: Do what?

*Daniel pulled back, still only moving one of his fingers into him. Archer was about to just go on his own. He felt himself hardening even further.*

Archer: ,... Ah! ,... I want,...

Daniel: Want what?

*Daniel continued to deny his partner, running his free hand along his length and rubbing his tip lightly.*

Archer: Ahhh! I want you,... inside,... ughh,... just do it already!

*Archer was near tears from the taunting of his partner. And somehow Daniel always knew when his partner had had enough. He moved up to him quickly, Archer\'s legs up above his shoulders as he positioned himself at his entrance. He gave little time before he pushed himself into him. Archer let out a sharp pain and pleasure mixed cry. More so pleasure because he was no stranger to the penetration. Daniel moved quickly into him, he knew his friend liked it fast and hard. He sped up his movements, the bed actually shaking a bit with their actions. It was Archer who released first. He arched up and released himself, mainly onto himself and his friend above him. Daniel moved a few more times up into his friend, before he felt himself come inside of him. Archer jumped, but welcomed the warm feeling up in him just as well. Daniel slumped down over his friend, pulling himself out of him. He looked down at Archer, whose eyes were closed as he caught his breath.*

Daniel: I think,... we\'re going to be a little more late,...

*Archer opened his eyes up to his friend, and smirked at him.*

Archer: Yeah, but at least this time I can pin the blame on you for it.

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