My first Thief Lord fic. It's a SLASH fic, so if you don't like BOYxBOY, then please don't keep reading, it will only get you mad. w

This is a SCIPxPROP, with some Riccio wanting Scip. WOO!

this chapter is short, I know, but I needed it to end for a moment, later chapters will get longer.

I DO NOT OWN THE THIEF LORD AND IT'S CHARACTERS.

i only write the smut with them x33


"Whore." Scipio spat through clenched teeth as he watched Hornet giggle loudly, and lock arms with a smiling Prosper.

He continued to eye them as they walked on ahead of himself, and the others. They were having a good time it seemed. Prosper kept cracking small jokes, and Hornet would giggle, and seem to pull herself closer to him.

"What's up with you?" Riccio asked as he walked side-by-side with Scipio. He dug his hands in his pockets, and awaited his answer. Indeed he hadn't heard what Scipio had called Hornet, only did he notice the angry look he shot at her...and Prosper.

"Nothing." Scipio said bluntly.

Riccio gave him an upsetting look, and glanced at the ground. He had always liked The Thief Lord, and always hoped he would tell him anything. He liked to think of himself as his right-hand-man, or something like that. Maybe not his best friend anymore, not since Prosper showed up. He kicked at the air, and stayed quiet.

Scipio tried to hold back the urge to growl, shake with range, or even to bare his teeth. No matter how hard he tried not to look at them, he couldn't keep his eyes off the two. Hornet just seemed to be getting closer and closer, it was as if she was trying to sink into Prosper's skin.

Scipio hadn't always felt such hatred for Hornet, no not at all. He used to be quite fond of the girl. He was the one who found her after all. They had became quite close, maybe even to close at times. They flirted slightly with each other, and talked with each other more than they talked with anyone else living with them. He could sense that she liked him more than he liked her. She was almost to clingy at times. For what reason or another, he had never felt sexually attracted towards the girl, nor hoped for any sort of relationship with her. Weird enough, everything seemed to change when Prosper and Bo had came.

The flirting stopped, the talking ceased, and they just became two normal friends. They were just more distant. She became more stern with him, and seemed to treat Prosper the way she used to treat him. Did he blame Prosper for this? No. Through her constant flirting, giggling, and being a tagalong towards Prosper, this made Scipio understand how great Prosper was. Kind, gentle, smart, strict when he wanted to be, and full of life and energy. It made him want to hook onto Prosper's arm, and laugh at his jokes. How he longed to be that close to Prosper and take control over a relationship.

Jealously was what was stuck on Scipio.

"Hey, Scip?" Bo suddenly chimedin as he skipped along side him.

Riccio looked up, gave Bo an eye roll, and looked back at the ground.

"Yes, what is it?" Scipio smiled kindly at Bo, who returned his smile with an even bigger one.

"Can I get a cake?"

"A cake?"

"Yes. Please? Just a small one." He smiled again, even sweeter than the last. He hoped to lure Scipio in with his cute childlike ways.

"Just hold on a minute. We're almost at the fountain, isn't that why we're here? To take you to the fountain because you wanted to play with the pigeons?"

Bo nodded and smiled once again at Scipio. He had indeed lured him in. He was getting a cake, and getting to play around for the day. He thanked Skipio kindly, and skipped on ahead of them.

Riccio looked up from the ground once more and stared at Scipio. He didn't know what to say. He was shocked. Every time he would ask him for a cake, he would tell him "No", and go on about how he always wanted some stupid sweet, and that they'd be broke before long if he had always got something that he wanted.

He frowned, and continued to stare at Scipio, who was to pulled into staring at Hornet and Prosper to notice the burning passion that glowed in his eyes. A crush was just an understatement. Riccio had formed a lustful urge for Scipio over the past few years. He bit down on his bottom lip, nervousness sinking in once again. He always got nervous around The Thief Lord. Thinking he would shun him away if he asked the wrong question; said the wrong thing.

Oh, how he wanted to be loved by The Thief Lord. How he wanted to be comforted when he was down. How he wanted someone to cuddle with him, instead of a stupid stuffed animal. He never understood the feelings he had for The Thief Lord, but whatever they were, they felt good. So, no matter what anyone said, his feelings were his, and they were right to have. You should feel this way when you care so deeply for another. No one should have the power to tell you otherwise.

And those were the feelings The Thief Lord had for Prosper.