Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is a work of complete fiction. As for the characters mentioned, this story does not depict their own personal feelings, thoughts, or ideals. Each character belongs to their rightful owners; themselves and WWE.

Note: This actually started from a random prompt that penelo14 sent me on tumblr. I'm not going to lie. It has spiraled out of control a little bit and I'm very excited to work on it and make a full length fic out of it. Now, the only downside is, that I'm already working on 3 other fics, two of which that haven't been posted yet, so I will not be working on this as often as I'd like. I am posting it just to see if anyone is interested though, as if you aren't, I'll be taking it back down and scrapping the idea. So, yeah. Hope you like it. I'll see you soon (hopefully!)!

Chapter 1

"Looking out the tower window again?"

Brown eyes turned, a far off, near desperate look set in them. "Yeah," he breathed, brown eyes closing for a moment before they were once again set out on the world outside the castle he was confined to. "Look at them, so free and happy. What would it be like it we were one of them?"

"Dangerous thoughts brother," the softer voice spoke, the tall woman moving in closer, a smile on her ruby painted lips. "Seth, you've got to stop wanting to be like them. This is the best anyone could ever have. We're royalty. We have everything they could ever want."

Those big brown eyes turned again, meeting the equally chocolate colored ones of his sister. She was beautiful, long brown hair with natural honey blond highlights, a lovely oval shaped face and a beautiful smile. Only that of her mother, the queen, rivaled her beauty. His eyes dropped to his hands in his lap, a sigh escaping his lips. "Not freedom. Nicole. Not freedom."

"Seth look at them. You've been caught up in this tower for years watching them. They don't have the same freedoms we do. The baker, he's up before us, you know that. You've been up here all night watching a dead city before. He works all day without a single break other than meals."

"But he can—"

"No Seth, he can't. He has to bake bread. That's his job in the village," she said, cutting him off. Her face tightened into something more firm, but almost pained expression at how stern she was being. "Come down to the dining room. Mother and father are waiting for us."

Seth nodded, standing from the over stuffed chair, high backed chair. His gaze followed his older sister for only a moment before he was looking back out onto the grounds leading into the village. He didn't care what she said, the villagers had so much more than he ever would.

He straightened out his waistcoat, buttoning it up before he smoothed his hands along his trousers, sighing. He didn't want to go down to the dining room for breakfast. He just wanted to sit in the tower for a little longer. He looked back once more at the window, pausing when he saw the bronze skinned man below, leading one of the royal families mares around on the pasture. A smile touched his lips. He may not have the freedom like the villagers, but he did have him.

An hour later Seth found himself down at the stables, his back pressed against the middle support beam, his lips parted in a gasp as lips moved along the crook of his neck. His hands were thrust deep into long dark locks of hair, a hiss escaping him as teeth slid across his skin. "Roman," he whimpered, two strong, calloused hands grabbing his ass just a little harder, their clothed erections grinding together. He wanted so much more than this. "Please take my clothes off," he nearly begged, the other man pulling back instantly.

"I can't," the deep voice murmured, grey eyes becoming visible under half shut lids. He took a step back to calm himself, an obvious tent in his trousers. He ran a bronze hand through his long hair, pulling it free from the elastic band and replacing it in the long tail. He was quite tall, muscularly built. His face was square with a trimmed goatee. He was handsome, the only imperfection being a long scar that ran over the corner of his right eye, leaving Roman partially blind in that eye.

Seth sighed, groaning as he rested against the beam, knowing he was asking too much. "I'm sorry," he whimpered, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe. After a moment his eyes opened and they fell on the tattooed arm. He smiled, thinking that he'd calmed down enough that he could at least be held.

"Your majesty," Roman tried, a dark head resting on his chest, arms wrapping around his middle. "If the king—"

"He's busy," Seth interrupted, smiling softly. "Him and mother are going on to a coronation in the next kingdom. They'll be gone two weeks." He pulled back, the strong arms loosely wrapping around him. He looked down at the intricate tribal lines, his fingers splaying over the ink, wondering how many hours Roman had suffered for this. That tattoo ran from his wrist up to his shoulder before it bled onto his chest, covering the right pectoral in a shield like design.

Roman himself couldn't help but smile. Life would be quiet without the king and queen there. "Are you going as well?" he asked finally, tipping the young prince's chin up with one hand. "I'll be lonely."

Seth shook his head. "No, Nikki and I are to remain here. Randy's going to meet with his fiancée while they're gone." He explained, pulling Roman towards the back of the stables to the wooden ladder that led up to the hay loft. "C'mon, no one will see us up here."

Roman nodded, following the prince up and towards the back of the loft. He laid back happily on the hay, unable to keep from smiling as Seth rested his head on his bare chest. One finger already moving around the lines on his chest. "You enjoy tracing those." It was soft, gentle. Something no one else had ever seen in the castle from him.

"Because it's interesting. Your heritage, your family is all right here," Seth went on, pressing his hand flat on Roman's pectoral. He was quiet, thinking over his next words carefully. He looked up, running his finger along Roman's scar, knowing it was his fault it was even there. "Do you miss it?"

Roman took that moment to remain silent, his grey eyes narrowing at the wooden roof, his jaw tight. "I miss my family, yes. I miss my brothers in arms, but I don't miss the bloodshed," he explained, sighing as he sat up, leaving Seth to lay in the hay. "Your soldiers would say similar things."

Seth nodded, sitting up with Roman, resting his head on the untattooed shoulder. "I'm sneaking out for some of the time," he said suddenly, flinching at the way Roman's entire body tensed up. "I'm going into the village. I've got clothes that Bo had snuck in."

Roman groaned, looking at Seth with almost pleading eyes. He was going to kill the young gardener. "That's a terrible idea," he started, pausing when he sat the determination in Seth's eyes. He moved in closer, pressing his lips right against Seth's ear, his arm snaking around his middle. "Seth, you're going to get caught."

Seth shuddered, knowing it was rare to hear his name from Roman's mouth. "I can't stay here. You know you can't stand it here either," he answered just as softly, listening as a crack of thunder filled the air. "You were free, a Samoan warrior and now you're some little prince's slave. I know that bothers you."

Roman stiffened in Seth's embrace, jerking back and looking into the other man's face. He couldn't deny the fact that he missed being home, being on the battle front with his friends protecting the land he loved. His teeth grit together, his nostrils flaring. He couldn't tell Seth that he'd give up everything to be back there, knowing it would only fuel the other man's obsession. "Where are you going to stay? How are you going to eat? The moment you walk out, people are going to know," he tried to reason.

Seth wouldn't hear it. "I don't know yet. I'll only be gone a few days. I'll get a room at the inn. I'll come up with a story, I'm just passing through before I make it to the next town," he went on, pulling back from the other man. "I want to be free from these walls Roman and I know you do too."

"There is no freedom for me," Roman said bitterly, his voice dropping into a scathing rumble, matching the low rumbling of far off rolling thunder above them. "Your father owns my lands. I'll be here until the day I die."

Seth bit the inside of his cheek, watching as Roman's face contorted in anger. He didn't dare move when the other man pulled away completely and started down the ladder again. "Roman, please," he started, reaching out and grabbing Roman's arm, laying flat on his belly in the hay. "I just want to feel an ounce of that. When I come back, I swear it'll be the last your hear of it."

Roman's face softened, nodding. "I can't protect you out there," he said gently, the sound of heavy rain suddenly filling the stables. He was thankful that he'd already brought the last horse in. "There's a lot of people that don't like the royal family so you'll have to make sure you blend in well."

A slow, thankful smile spread across Seth's lips. "Thank you," he murmured, sitting up and brushing the dirt from him before he started down the ladder as well. He knew him and Roman wouldn't be interrupted until the rain let up. "They leave in two days. I'll make sure everything is ready before then."

Roman nodded, walking over to the stable door. The rain was just pouring down, sheets upon sheets of rain. He shut the doors, hoping to keep the bright lightening from spooking the horses. He slowly walked back over towards the youngest prince, smiling as he took his hand and all but tugged him back towards the back, where he kept the bridals and saddles. Here it was safe. There was only one way in and one way out to this room.

Seth tried to ignore how excited he was that he was once again in this room. It had been far too long. Lips pushed down on his instantly, rough hands already working at the buttons on his waist coat, tugging it off. He gasped out, watching as Roman handled his clothes with care as he laid them on the beautiful stone counter tops. This was where Roman did most of the cleaning of the horses saddles, and other necessities, connected was a very small store room with grain and medicinal herbs. It was also where Roman kept the few things that reminded him of Samoa.

Roman's lips moved over the sun kissed skin, listening to the gasps and little moans falling freely from his princes' lips. He was careful to listen to the rain, knowing that the weather was fickle. His nimble fingers eased open the decorate buttons of Seth's shirt, lips trailing down every inch of skin that was exposed to him.

"Roman," Seth whimpered, a tongue running over his nipple, the soft material of his shirt sliding down his shoulders. It hung from his trousers, still tucked in as he pulled his arms free. He looked down at the other man on his knees, his cock already throbbing once again. His head fell back, long chestnut brown locks suddenly free from the fancy ribbon that had been holding them back. His hands dove into the long black locks of the man in front of him, the straight nose nuzzling his hardened flesh through the crotch of his pants.

Roman smiled, loving the way the other man's face lit up with color as he was pushed back against the counter. His prince had always been handsome, even from the first day he'd been there. It was a bitter sweet memory of their rough beginning, but one he was thankful for.

Nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the Prince's pants, opening them to see the already reddened shaft and head. Roman's mouth opened wide, wondering how long it had actually been since he'd been able to indulge his prince like this. Had it been weeks, maybe months? He was quick with his work, his mouth sliding down just as far as he could, hands tightening in his hair. He heard the rain start to let up, the thunder not nearly as fierce. He had to hurry.

"Roman." It was a pathetic sound on the Prince's lips, his heart pounding, and legs shaking. No matter how many times he pleasured himself, it was nowhere near as good as Roman. "Shit, don't stop." His hips shallowly thrust into the other man's mouth, his eyes closing as he felt the rough hands on his chest again, flicking over his nipples to give him a little more stimulation. "I want to touch you too."

Roman wished it could be that way, knowing all too well the consequences if they were caught. He increased the suction and hallowed his cheeks, hoping to bring Seth to his end as quickly as he could. The rain was tapering off and he was sure it would stop before he was finished if he didn't hurry.

Seth's entire body tensed up, a loud groan leaving his lips as he felt the over wound coil break in his belly. He could barely warn Roman of what was happening before he shot down the willing throat. "Roman," he whimpered, looking down almost bonelessly at the Samoan man before Roman licked him clean and tucked him away in his trousers. "You're still hard."

Roman smiled almost wistfully. "The rain's stopped your highness, you have to return to the castle," he said, surprised when he felt lips on his own, Seth's tongue invading his mouth, taking back the taste of himself.

Seth pulled back only when he heard the door of the stable slam open, his elder brother's voice loud and clear.

"Slave! I need my horse!" he called, his voice mean, and unwilling to wait.

Roman gave Seth a small look before he quickly fixed his hair and grabbed the saddle he'd need for the heir to the throne. "Until next time."

Seth groaned, knowing he had to be stuck in this little room, alone, until Roman was done with saddling and bridling his brother's horse. It gave him time to redress slowly, tucking his shirt back in properly before redoing his waistcoat and tying his hair back. It gave him time to really think. Him and Roman hadn't had the time or opportunity for much more than this in over a year. As much as he hated it, he knew it was from his own carelessness and his brother's spiteful nosiness.

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that kind of thing at the moment. He just wanted to get back up to his room in the castle so he could finish working out the minor details of his plan. He knew Roman would be busy with his brother for most of the day. He jumped, the door opening to show Roman.

There was a weary smile on the darkened face. "It'll be clear in a few minutes. You'll see me before you go out, right?" he asked, stepping in and embracing Seth gently. "A week with you gone is going to feel like an eternity."

Seth nodded. "I'll be to see you. Don't let Randall push you around too much. You are mine after all, not his," he returned, earning a small peck to his lips. He then watched as Roman grabbed a riding crop and left without another word. He wished he could take Roman with him, but he knew better. No one else would be able to handle the stables like Roman did. It was move too big for his already risky plan.

(A/N): Well, this is the first chapter of something new. This is very much out of my comfort zone writing wise because it's set in a strange time zone. It's got most of the luxuries of today but with a Victorian style attitude. It's new to me. If you like it, let me know. If not, also let me know so I can just scrap the idea and call it a day. Onwards and upwards I guess.

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