Author's Note: Do these get annoying? I'm a babbler in real life. Srsly. Thank you for your reviews again! I love you all soooo much! To Holi-cat, the chapter I promised you too long ago! X3.

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As the Rush Comes

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Wilhelm was a bit more hurried than usual today. The Princess Lorena was visiting from a neighboring Kingdom, and the Prince and the King both had spared no expense to please her. That is, the King was a pathetic mess who was tossing around his money and power to try and impress the Princess, while Ludwig simply played his natural charm. It was the Prince that Lorena seemed to be interested in, obviously, but that didn't mean that she made it easy for him. In fact, she had been absolutely frigid to him the entire day. She would bat her long eyelashes, flip her wavy golden hair, and hold her narrow nose high as she pushed forth her more than ample chest.

Just under twenty-four hours, and Ludwig had gotten nothing more than the 'pleasure' of kissing her hand. Hard-to-get was never an obstacle for Lui, and he had played the adoring suitor as much as he could. Blinding smiles, bedroom eyes, 'careless' brushes of his skillful fingers across any exposed skin that she so 'carelessly' let him touch. She was a calculated woman it seemed, and she was determined not to lose this game. And unfortunately for the Prince's assistant, that included angling him out of the picture.

Her careless hand had brushed Wilhelm's thigh while he had moved to pour her tea, causing the shy servant to miscalculate his actions and spill it instead. Ludwig had sent the dark-haired teen away with an annoyed expression. Later when Lorena had dropped a expensive perfume bottle that she had been carrying, Wil had bent to assist her in cleaning it, and had been cut by a shard as she handed it to him. The Prince had gotten a rather irritated look then as well. She'd been startled by an unseen frog near the pond, and bumped into Ludwig, who had then nearly fallen into Wil, who slipped right into the murky water with a splash. When they had all gone to change, she had asked for Wil to bring her a glass of wine, only to slap the servant when he came in before she was finished dressing. No matter how Wil apologized to her, she refused to forgive him, and no matter how he pleaded with his Prince that he had clearly heard her say 'Come in.', Lui's expression wouldn't change.

As if he was swiftly losing all patience with his clumsy servant, Wilhelm knew it was only a matter of time before he began to feel the repercussions of his mistakes. And it seems that time had come. Wil chewed his lower lip as he waited for the apothecary to hand him the prescribed medicine for his Prince.

The evening had still been young when Lorena had decided that she wanted to go riding before the sun went down. Lui and Wil had waited over an hour for her to change her clothing yet again, and when she had finally arrived she had insisted on riding the Kingdom's pure white, newly gelded male. And so, being the 'gentleman' that he is, Lui had graciously lifted the Princess into the saddle while Wilhelm held the reigns. Just as the Prince was about to take his hand away, the horse had reared its front end high into the air. Wil narrowly dodged the hoof that came dangerously close to his head as Lorena fell from the horse. Ludwig barely managed to catch her, her weight sending both of them nearly toppling to the ground as he winced. Before she could even speak, the Prince had her on her feet. The horse had jotted off, leaving Wil on the ground holding his shoulder, which had been struck by the errant hoof.

The Princess had fumed over 'the servants' careless behavior. He had spooked the horse, or purposefully made it reacted so adversely to her. The only thing that had stopped her rant was Wil's much quieter voice that asked the Prince if he was alright. When she discovered that Ludwig had been injured—his right ankle was badly twisted, her tone changed at once to one of worry and care. She'd fussed over him until the physician arrived, and only reluctantly left his side when she was told that he shouldn't walk on it for a few days.

Presently, Wilhelm thanked the apothecary, giving a slight bow as the man handed him the small packet. He sighed as he turned around. His face paled as he came almost face-to-face with Lorena. The Princess stood almost as tall as his Prince, taller than he was. Her golden hair was pulled back at the sides, connected behind her head in a glittering silver clip studded with gems. Her dress was a lush emerald, as green as her cold eyes. She held up a small folded piece of paper in between two fingers, painted lips curling into a small smile.

"No hard feelings, Wilhelm." She said softly as she lowered it, crossing her arms under her chest, which was half out in the open as it was. "I just want you to do me a little favor now..."

"F-Favor? What do you need, Princess?" Wil asked, trying to edge past the imposing female. "I'm very busy right now, I have to get this medicine to—" He was cut off, both in words and steps as she slid over to block his path.

"That's just it. You see, I wanted to see Ludwig before I leave, but no one will let me into his room. I figure..." The corner of her lips tilted in a small smile. "That you could take me. Surely they'd let me in if I'm with you." She took a step closer, forcing Wilhelm to step backwards so that their bodies did not touch. His face flushed a deep red as she pressed her chest against his, his own hands pressed tightly against the walls.

"P-Princess, please...! I can't let you in, no matter what you..." He stopped as the Princess pretty face suddenly twisted into an expression of anger.

"You stuck-up little brat! Who are you to refuse me?" She asked, taking a step back. "After all you've done to ruin my day, the least you can do is let me say goodbye properly!" She fumed. Wil swallowed,

"But, it was Prince Ludwig that said..."

"Liar!" She hissed. "He's been all over me today, and if it wasn't for you things would have been much more pleasant." Lorena snapped, adjusting her hair as she looked away. She was quiet for a moment before she looked back, her expression calm again. "Look, Wilhelm... I know that you're only a simple boy, a mere servant. You're not to blame for your own faults." She flicked a wrist in the air, as if waving something away. The dark-haired teen rubbed the back of his head as he lowered his eyes. "I'll tell you what. If you let me into the Prince's room, I'll even ask him not to punish you." She said sweetly. The servant glanced up at that, almost seeming to consider it for a moment. But then...

"I'm sorry, I can't." The impact of her palm against his cheek was unexpected, turning his face to the side.

"Ungrateful brat. At the very least, you can hand this to him, can't you?" Lorena held out the note again, one blond eyebrow raised. "Surely even an insolent simpleton like you can handle that." She grabbed the servant's unoccupied hand, shoving the paper into it. "See that he gets it." She snapped, turning on her heel. Wilhelm sighed as he rubbed his cheek, feeling it sting. Honestly... as tempting as her offer had been, he'd rather face punishment for his own mistakes than for disobeying an order from the Prince.

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"About time." Lui's voice chided from the bed as his servant entered the room. He had already undressed for the day, and was currently wearing only a red silk robe, which contrasted the black satin sheets that covered his bed currently. The robe was open in the front, and he leaned against his headboard, which was covered in large pillows. "I'm sitting here in pain because of you, and you take the time to..." The Prince stopped to frown as his servant approached him.

"I'm sorry Lui-sama, I had to wait until the medicine was ready." Wil explained, seizing the jug of cold water that the other servants had brought a short time ago. He grabbed a glass, filling it. Setting it on the table, he pulled out the packet of medicine, pouring the powder into the cup. When this was finished, he held it out to the Prince.

"I want wine." Lui said as he pushed the cup and Wil's hand aside. "And what happened to your face?" His servant's eyebrows rose, and he touched his cheek with one hand.

"Oh, I ran into Lorena on the way here..." He reached into the pocket of his shirt, holding out the note. It was Ludwig's turn to raise an eyebrow as he took it, unfolding it to read. Wil stood by nervously, still holding the medicated water patiently. After a moment the Prince gave a low laugh, refolding the note. He set it on his night table, green eyes moving back to his servant's gaze.

"What are you doing? I said I wanted wine." He repeated, settling back into his lush pillows.

"You know you can't have wine, Lui-sama, you need medicine." Wil fussed, sitting on the side of the bed, facing the Prince. "Please drink it. I feel horrible for today, and the last thing that I want is for you to be in pain because of me." His voice was quiet, his eyes downcast. Lui tsked his tongue, reaching out and snatching the cup from the other. He raised it to his lips, drinking it down as quickly as possible. Wilhelm smiled a little at last, waiting until he was finished to take the cup back, moving to stand. Ludwig caught his arm, stopping him from raising. He looked back questioningly, just as the prince was licking his wet lips.

"That medicine tasted horrible, and my planned nightly activities were ruined because of you. The least you could do is give me something to make up for it." He said with an exaggerated voice of sorrow. Wil set the cup aside, frowning slightly.

"Prince, I can't give you any wine. The doctor said that with the medicine—"

"I wasn't talking about wine, you dolt." Ludwig sighed, running his free hand through his bangs. "...Come here." he gave a mischievous smile that made Wilhelm rather wary as he crooked his finger for the other to move closer. Wil swallowed as he did so, his heart racing as their faces got closer and closer to one another's. Just before their lips brushed, Lui's long fingers seized his chin, turning his head to the side. Wil gave a small sigh as he felt those silken lips on his tender cheek, still flushed from being struck. Lui's breath flowed over it slowly, until it tickled the hair over his ear. Tucking a lock of hair behind his servant's ear, the prince leaned in until his lips brushed it. Taking a hold of Wilhelm's hand, he guided it with his own as he whispered to him. It was so soft that Wil could have almost mistaken it for a low sigh, but then his hand was pressed firmly against the prince's inner thigh, sliding upwards slowly. Lips slack, eyes wide, and cheeks a brilliant vermilion, Wil jerked his body back as if he had been dealt a physical blow.

"Wha—I can't—are you serious?!" He gushed, unable to move any farther away due to the wrist that was still held by the prince.

"So you refuse?" Lui asked, frowning slightly. "After all that you've put me through today, and to top it all off, my ankle... it throbs, you see. That medicine was bitter and disgusting, and you won't even give me wine." The prince lamented, shifting to sit up a bit more. He hissed then, wincing. "Ohh, that hurts..." He glanced towards his ankle. Wil's expression fell, looking rather defeated.

"B-but I've never..."

"Well of course not. But there's a first time for everything." Ludwig countered, smiling effortlessly. Wilhelm swallowed, his heart still racing.

"...I... I... I suppose I could try then..." He whispered at last.

"Good! Well then, if you would." Lui sat back again, releasing his servant's wrist. Wil rubbed it slowly, but the lingering heat of those long fingers around his wrist remained.

"H-how should I...?" He asked, unable to meet his prince's eyes.

"First, take off your shoes, and jacket. Then move to the center of the bed..." He watched as his servant stood, doing just as asked. Wilhelm winced slightly as he slid off his jacket, the movement slightly jarring his bruised shoulder. Lui noticed this, but he continued to watch. Wil climbed into the bed slowly, his hair falling over his shoulder as he glanced up to his prince. "Now, you can straddle my good leg..." The prince swallowed as he watched Wilhelm obey. However, when the dark-haired one's head dipped down, he caught his chin again.

"Ah... Prince?" Wil asked, frowning slightly.

"Honestly, do I have to tell you everything?" Lui rolled his eyes. "You can't just go for it. You have to..." He pulled him back up, leaning in. "...Start it up, first." Wil's dark eyes closed as they kissed, moving up onto his knees as he placed his hands on the Prince's shoulders. It had been at least two weeks since the bathes, and he had been dreaming of this every night since. Moist, full lips, slick tongues and hot breath. Wilhelm felt his hand taken up again, and this time he let the prince guide it where he wanted it. He whimpered into the kiss as his fingers brushed Lui's bare thigh, the robe pushed open below the sash.

As if he was being allowed to touch a sacred object, he felt his prince's thigh. It was smooth, and soft as silk. Ludwig was urging his hand higher, and he complied nervously. As his lower lip was nibbled, Wil felt his fingers brush the Prince's awakening arousal. The timing caused the prince to nip, but it didn't detour the servant. Intrigued, he spread his fingers out, brushing with just the tips of them. Ludwig gave a small groan, licking his lips swiftly as they parted for breath. Once again he was reminded of just how different that his trusted servant's fingers felt than a woman's. Most women had such soft fingers, but they were also cold. Wil's hands were warm, and slightly calloused from his hard-working nature. Wrapping those clumsy fingers around the length, Wilhelm began to stroke him slowly.

"L-like this...?" He whispered quietly, eyes open a sliver. Lui grinned, reaching up to cup the side of Wil's face. Lips trailed small kisses from the corner of his full lips, all the way to his ear. He nibbled the lobe gently, letting another small moan free. Even the sound of it made his servant shudder.

"Yes, Wil... Just like that..." Ludwig panted lightly. "Now... Kiss my body." He ordered in a husky voice. Wil nodded slowly, turning his face to place a kiss just below the prince's ear. He repeated what the prince had done to him, nibbling Lui's earlobe gently. At the hum of approval, he bathed it with his tongue, imitating the best that he could. Ludwig's free hand moved to his servant's shirt, swiftly working on the buttons. "Down," Lui whispered, "Slowly..." He pressed his hand to Wilhelm's shoulder to guide him. It was clumsy, and it was slow, but it was Wil. Warm, moist lips caressed the prince's skin, and what they lacked in skill and knowledge, they made up for in honest passion. Timidly, his tongue flicked over one pert nipple of the prince's bared chest.

Wil felt his shirt pulled from his shoulders, and he stopped all actions shortly to remove it. Lui's fingers brushed over the bruise there, from the horse's hoof. His eyes darkened considerably, but Wil gave him a timid kiss as assurance. It would be fine. Using the prince's sounds of approval as his guidence, the servant continued his trail of kisses down the perfect body of his prince. For the first time he understood Lui's words that time in the bath. To hear your lover's voice in pleasure was the sweetest sound in the world. Licking his lips nervously, he sank down to his elbows, lips worshiping Ludwig's slender hip. Those kiss-swollen lips parted in a gasp as Ludwig lifted his leg that was under the servant. His calf pressed firmly against Wil's own arousal through his clothing. A low chuckle followed, "Already this much... Just from kissing me..." His voice was ever so pleased. And why wouldn't it be, narcissist that Lui was. "Now come on..."

"Y-yes..." Wil whispered, fingers fumbling to untie the sash that bound the last part of the robe together. His normally pale cheeks couldn't be any hotter as he laid eyes on the full majesty of his prince once again. It was funny, before they had started any kind of sexual relationship, he had always thought that the feeling he felt upon seeing his mater's naked body was simple envy. Now however, as that very feeling sent a jolt of energy straight to his belly where it tightened the knot growing there, he knew better.

"Wilhelm." Ludwig admonished, long fingers tangling loosely into his servant's dark hair.

"Ah, yes!" Wil seemed to remember what he was doing.

"Ah," Lui gave a sigh of pleasure as he felt that hot, slick tongue for the first time. Wilhelm's hair tickled his thighs, but that didn't bother him as much as the fact that it obscured some of his vision. Gathering one side of that hair into his hand, he was satisfied. Full lips parted as he panted, low moans escaping his throat now and then. "L-like that... Nh, at the head, Wil... Oh, yes...!" Emerald eyes threatened to flicker closed as his servant followed his prompts. Nails scraped gently against Wilhelm's scalp as his servant pleasured him. He really was awful at it, and yet, Lui's chest almost ached to watch him try. Wil threw himself into his appointed task as if his life depended on it.

Just the other night, Ludwig had woken from a dream of his servant doing this for him. He didn't know exactly when the simple-minded servant had first invaded his dreams that were meant to be filled with busty, beautiful women, but it hadn't been the first time. "Now, suck..." He whispered. Somehow Wil heard him, and he glanced up briefly before he took the head of his master's length into his mouth. "L-lightly...! Hah... w-watch... your teeth... Hnm, gods...!" The prince closed his eyes, tilting his head back as the hand in Wil's hair pulled the servant towards his hips. He heard the other give a sound of surprise, and he loosened before it became a choke. His pride refused to let him apologize for that, though as he slid from the servant's all too accommodating mouth, he glanced down to see his slightly panicked expression. He smiled slowly, releasing his hair to wipe the corner of Wil's mouth with is thumb. "That's enough..." He stated, but Wil frowned.

"But you..."

"I want you, Wilhelm." Ludwig clarified. Wil's eyes widened a little, and he pushed himself back to his hands and knees.

"But your ankle..."

"Undress, and I'll tell you what to do." His voice was not one to be questioned, as if Wil ever had any notion of disobeying. He nodded, sitting up on his knees as he un-buttoned his pants. For the first time, he watched his prince's eyes as he slid them past his hips. The piercing gaze was more approving than he would have thought possible, but still it was almost too much. He un-straddled Ludwig's leg to slip them off, sitting on his knees beside him when he was finished and making a shy attempt to cover himself.

"Now," he swallowed as he averted his eyes. "how..."

"Straddle my hips." Lui's fingers were on his servant's hip, rubbing gently. Wil's dark eyes widened again, and he gazed at his prince in shock.

"O-on top of you?! Prince, I can't...!" He shook his head, covering his mouth. It was embarrassing enough being under the prince. But sitting out in the open on top of him, where everything could be seen? It was an impossible thought! Surely Ludwig wasn't serious, he wouldn't really want his clumsy, clueless servant to do something so... So shameless!

"You want me to break my ankle trying to get on top?" Ludwig asked bluntly, frowning a bit. "I'm already like this, Wil... Surely you don't intend to leave me like this?"

"Lui-sama, I could... finish you... with my mouth if you want." Wilhelm pleaded, glancing at his prince. His entire body shuddered as his prince's rubbing fingers found his own proof of arousal however, and he couldn't stop the sweet moan that fell from his lips.

"And what about you?" Ludwig chuckled. "Come on now, Wil... I've already seen all of you. You have nothing to hide from me." He coaxed, stroking his servant slowly. Wilhelm was squirming, one trembling hand grasping the pillows as another touched Lui's shoulder.

"It's not—ah—about hiding... P-please... don't make me..." He whimpered, his eyes beginning to water. He should have known better. His servant's embarrassment only ever had one effect on the prince. Ludwig thought quickly, looking around.

"...Ah-ha!" He exclaimed, hands leaving Wil's body all at once. The servant watched him lift the silk sash that had been tying the robe together, his expression wondering—wary. "It's for your eyes. You won't mind it as much if you can't see me looking, right?" He asked. Wilhelm opened his mouth to protest, but he realized that he had nothing else to say. Biting his lower lip, he nodded. And so the prince tied the red sash about his eyes, securing the knot at the back of his head. "...You look good like that." He whispered, guiding the other where he wanted him by his hands on his hips. With Lui leaning back, nearly laying on the bed, it was easy for Wilhelm to sit on his abdomen.

"Ah..." Wilhelm gasped to feel his prince's full arousal against the supple cheeks of his ass as he slid back a bit.

"Relax..." Lui's voice soothed as he lifted his servant's hands, placing them on his shoulders. "Lift your hips for me, Wil..." He guided him again, and the other obeyed more easily this time. Head bent forward, hair hanging in his blushing face, Wil lifted to sit on his knees. He heard the drawer of the night table open, and he heard the lid of the tin being removed. The scent of honeysuckle reached his nose just before the prince sat up, his chest pressing flush against his servant's damp, trembling body.

"Lui...!" He whispered, tilting his head back as he felt slick, slender fingers sliding up along the inside of his thigh. Ludwig's tongue slipped out to taste his servant's salty skin as he slid one finger into him. Wil's back straightened as much as it could, his thighs spreading a little wider—perhaps on instinct by now. His body tensed all over, and Lui smiled as he watched it. A moment later the second fingers joined the first, and by the time the third one came, Wil was gripping his shoulders as he fought to keep his position up on his knees. He pressed them deep, mercilessly teasing as he stretched his servant.

Wilhelm seemed to have remembered the lesson he gave him in the bathes, because the sound of his normally quiet voice was already gracing his bedroom with full-throated moans, and whimpers more often than not. In fact, he might even be more vocal than before. Was it the blindfold that gave him confidence? "Please... Lui-sama..." He pleaded with his prince at last. Ludwig's teeth found purchase on a flawless patch of skin near Wil's side, and he nipped—just hard enough to earn one more of those sweet whimpers.

"Please...?" The prince just had to know.

"P-please... do it..." Wilhelm tried to say, his lower lip trembling as his body shuddered from a not-so-accidental brush to his prostate by those all to skilled fingers.

"I'm sorry... I didn't hear you." Ludwig responded softly. The fourth finger was inside, but he couldn't push them any deeper. Wil's body writhed against his, and he felt the wetness at the tip of his arousal against his chest.

"Please... enter me!" His servant cried out, his short nails digging into Lui's shoulders. Ludwig hissed,

"Alright..." He relented. "Alright, relax..." Voice soft but firm, he spoke his next directions. He moved Wil's hands to his hips as he did, "Then... Put me inside." At this point, there was no time for simple shyness or modesty. Though his cheeks burned, Wil sat back slowly. Reaching behind him with one hand, his searching fingers found his prince's arousal. He guided it as he lowered himself, biting his lower lip hard. Ludwig watched in near fascination as he saw as well as felt himself sink into his servant, inch for inch. Wil's toned, flat stomach was tense and hard, as were his thighs. His chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to control himself, sweat causing it to glisten in the dying light from the window. He placed his hands onto Wil's hips, pulling the servant down for the final inch.

"Ahaa!" Wil's head fell back as he cried out, his entire body trembling. A low whimper came forth again, but it wasn't one of pain. Thighs tightened on Lui's sides, and he could feel them shaking. The hand on his hip was gripping tightly, the other hovering now in front of him.

"N-now... mov—Huh!" Ludwig's next order was cut off by a gasp as his servant's hips rose up. He barely had time to regain his lost breath before they slammed back down, and he was once again lost inside the tight heat of his servant's exceptional body. And it was quite exceptional. Wil's other hand moved down to Lui's unoccupied hip as he lifted his body again. From his shoulders down to his hips, and his surprisingly strong thighs, Ludwig could only watch as each muscle tensed and flexed with every move. Even the prince's magnificent body could not match the natural build and beauty that Wilhelm's held. The bedroom didn't carry sounds nearly as well as the baths had, but the tell tale smack of wet flesh was unmistakable, and unavoidable at this pace.

Both youths lifted their voices carelessly as they continued. Every thrust that came down, Lui's hands guided by pulling on the servant's hips. He could feel every muscle move under his firm grip, mesmerized by Wil's sudden enthusiasm. As if the blindfold had removed every sense of self conscious shame, the dark-haired servant willingly and actively took any and all pleasure that he could attain as greedily as Lui had ever seen him do anything. He couldn't exactly say he hated it. Ludwig's right hand moved from the passionate servant's hip to his neglected arousal. Fingers wrapped tightly as he began to stroke him. The pace was determined by Wil's own fervent movements, as both of them were getting close. Later, Lui might blame the medicine on that. In truth, he could blame nothing but Wilhelm's sudden and unexpected transformation from a 'blushing virgin' into this lustful being of untapped potential.

Wilhelm's hands suddenly moved, sliding up along his master's body as he searched for his shoulders. Lui sat up for him, burring his face into the other's neck. His tongue bathed the crook of it, just a moment before he sank his teeth in. In two weeks, his mark had faded after all. It had faded to the point that some awful, spoiled woman had dared to play with what was his. Wil cried out fully as he tilted his head to the side, but his movements never stopped. "Lui-sama...!" He moaned, but the prince could already feel it coming.

"Come for me, Wil...!" The prince relented. Wilhelm bit his lower lip as his tense body gave in like an over-tight cord that had snapped. Lui felt the hot gush of semen cover his hand, and coat his belly. Wil whimpered, continuing to impale his body again and again, hands clinging to his prince's shoulders.

"Lui... please..." The servant whimpered hotly, his breath cooling the prince's neck. Never in his life had Ludwig been so glad that his servant was normally so simple-minded. If he ever discovered just what that pleading voice did to him...

"Ahaaa...!" Lui cried out wordlessly as he came, sending his own seed deep into the servant's body.

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Some time later, both youths had begun to regain their breath, coming down slowly from their blissful tryst. Wil had yet to move a muscle from where he had stopped, spent and worn, still sitting on Ludwig's lap. His hands moved at last, sliding off of his prince's shoulders. However...

"What's this?" He asked suddenly, lifting the blindfold from his eyes. His fingers traced a small cut just behind Lui's shoulder. His face paled as he glanced to his prince, "Did I...?"

"Oh please," Ludwig remarked, and he lifted Wil's hips with his hands. The servant moved to sit beside him, his expression still worried. "This is the cut that Lorena's spike made when I caught her." He said simply as he gathered his robe up. He used the expensive silk to clean off his body and hand as casually as if he were cleaning a simple spill of water.

"Spike..? I don't understand, Prince. She caused that horse to spook, then?" Wilhelm frowned. Ludwig laughed.

"Of course. Look, let me put it this way." He reached to the side, lifting the letter. "She asked me to meet her in the garden at sundown. She also said she hoped that I'd punished you well for your sabotage of our 'lovely' day together."

"Sundown? But it's already nearly dark! Prince, if you read that before hand, why did you..." Wilhelm worried, glancing to the nearly vanished sun in the horizon. Lui ran a hand through his own sunset orange hair.

"You fool. She's nothing but a bully, and a hag." He replied lazily. Leaning over to his table, he lit a candle. Making sure that the letter caught fire, he set it in the lid of the tin to burn. "I don't want a woman like that. I just hate sharing."

"Sharing...?" Ludwig reached out, touching the bruise on Wilhelm's shoulder. He slid his fingers to his own mark, the bite that he'd made at the crook of his servant's neck.

"I don't like other people marking my things." He said darkly. Wil flushed, reaching up to rub at it.

"You're so childish." He admonished his prince, frowning.

"Only two people in the world can get away with calling me childish." Lui stated with a smirk.

"A-am I one of them?" Wilhelm wondered, his expression shifting to slight apprehension.

"Why don't you come closer and find out?"

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/Embrace me, Surround me
As the rush comes

Embrace me, Surround me
As the rush comes/