French Rennaisance

French Renaissance 3



Hey, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Sorry for my lack of updates, I did warn about them being sporadic and unplanned. I need to juggle education, work and personal life around my computer time and personal life has taken a busy turn. Here’s chapter 3 and I hope it’s all okay.



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One thing that grieved Merethist the most was how thoroughly French everyone had made him, like they expected him to forget he was British-born. French outfits, French food, French pets, French words and even French underwear! Everything he had brought along with him had suddenly disappeared and been replaced by French things. Merethist sighed, looking at the fluffy pink pastry-things they had brought him for a tea accompaniment with a look of mixed curiosity and worry. Were these wax or pastry? They looked like wax. He looked across the table to his silent fiancé, who so far had failed to keep his eyes from wandering over Merethist and the other felt a bit…. well….intrigued as to why the other would not stop admiring him silently.



“…Gren?” Merethist asked, finally reaching the stage of feeling thoroughly uncomfortable. Gren looked up at the pink-haired prince with a blink of his eyes and a flick of a finger through dark blue hair.



“yes, love?” he replied smoothly, a smile lighting the edges of his lips.



“why are you staring at me like that?” Merethist asked innocently and Gren had to keep reminding himself that Merethist was very much the virgin bride when it came to their wedding.

Still, the prospect of having to slow down the wedding night because of Merethist’s virginity just did not appeal to him at all and he decided it would be deliciously naughty to secretly deflower his fiancé right under his father’s nose.

“just imagining you in a wedding dress, dear” Gren answered smoothly, standing with a silent grace. Merethist looked down at their half finished chess game and pouted. He had been winning. He was confused, Gren was like fire and ice to him right now and Mathius showed him a cold sort of malice, his honey sweet rank formalities laced with a hidden venom. He hated being hated, it made him feel evil and it was even worse when he had no idea of why someone hated him when he had been nothing but kind to them.



“but why? It will be the same as all the other dresses, so fancy and frilly and utterly confining!” Merethist answered flatly, showing his discomfort for the French dresses. The corsets were always worn a size below the size of the person and it made breathing uncomfortable. He even had fresh bruises lining his chest where the corset had pressed the skin too tightly to the bone. Most uncomfortable.

“because, I need to work out how to undress you the fastest” Gren purred lowly, moving around to trail a hand over the exposed skin of his fiancé’s shoulder blades suggestively. He felt a shiver run through the British prince and the goose bumps lined his skin as quickly as the shiver went. Perfect, he was responsive.

“I-is that so?” Merethist asked, a plush staining his pale cheeks. Oh dear lord, it was hard being yourself when you were being touched and seduced through words by an extremely handsome French prince. The accent just set it off perfectly, he felt himself react a little. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath, this was not what was called for, he would not be deflowered before the wedding!



“yes” Gren answered, rather forcefully pulling Merethist to his feet and back against him, knocking the chair the other had been sat on to the side where it clattered noisily to the floor. Gren’s powerful arms encircled Merethist’s waist, pulling the other flush against him with minimal chance for escape for the other.

“Gren! What are you doing…?” Merethist asked, his cheeks flushed red and fighting against the other with small wriggles.

“I’m going to make you mine, love” Gren purred in Merethist’s ear, running his tongue along the delicate shell of the other’s ear. Gren wasn’t stupid, he knew about Merethist’s little gender secret and was even happier that the other was a male. He preferred males.

“n-n…oo….” Merethist whined, trying to deny the pleasure he was starting to feel. Merethist stumbled forward into the table, hands crashing through the china on the table as he tried to stop himself falling totally onto the bone china plates. He needed to get away from Gren before it was too late. "Gren! atop it!" he wailed, just as there was a knock on the door and it opened.

"G--Lord Gren, your father has asked for Merethist\'s company in the formal living room" Mathius said, one hand holding the doorknob still as he stared straight at Merethist, who looked ruffled and more embarrassed about being caught in such a way. Gren let Merethist go, stepping back while straightening out his creased clothes and watched as Merethist stood up and quickly left the room, brushing past Mathius in his haste to leave.



There was a long, awkward silence as Mathius shut the door after Merethist while staring accusingly at Gren. Gren had promised! He had sworn down that he wouldn\'t agree to this stupid engagement! The red head crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation. "well?" he asked finally, voice clipped in anger. Gren sighed and righted the chair he had knocked over while trying to get at Merethist and sat down on the cahir, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"I have nothing to say"

"thought not" Mathius replied bitterly, his gaze narrowing into a glare. Bastard, he always was a selfish, heartless and silent bastard. Gren stood up and moved over to Mathius, wrapping his arms around the enraged male. "can you blame me?" he asked quietly, moving to nuzzle his face into Mathius\' neck and Mathius let out a small sigh, feeling his defenses crack. "I don\'t know" he hissed in aggitation, trying to stay angry at the french prince.

Gren chuckled and raised his head, aiming a kiss at Mathius\' lips. Mathius stayed unresponsive until he felt Gren\'s tongue pushing insistantly against his lips and only then did he snap and give in. He opened his mouth and tilted his head, his tongue darting out quickly to tangle around with Gren\'s. This was one thing he disliked aswell, the fact that Gren could make him submit in so little time. It was impossible to ignore him. He hated it.



Hated him.



Loved him.



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Merethist was hardly in an alert mood as the french king whittled on about treaties and requirements expected of him and such things. It was boring! The embarrassment had died after he had left to see the king, though the feel of Gren against him was burned deeply into his mind, his body tingled in the places he recalled the hands had touched him. It was very weird, why was he so infatuated with Gren already? It was stupid! His mother had always said that you don\'t fall in love with someone too early. It was too early, even if Gren wanted to touch him.

"Merethist?" Gren\'s father asked, jolting the young english prince from his thoughts. Merethist smiled at the puzzled king, brushing his hair back over his shoulders. "sorry, i\'m listening" he assured, trying to look alert. Gren\'s father smiled. "good, then you\'ll know the wedding is next week"



Next week?!



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Haa~ I hate this chapter so much, it didn\'t turn out well no matter how many times I rewrite it.

Happy very late new year everyone. I hope you all had fab holidays!

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