Title: Acid
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: G
Characters: Jon, Ralon
Wordcount: 451
Summary: Jon's history of failed relationships isn't restricted to women.
Notes: AHAHAHAHA what. I never wrote anything good for this fandom, plus this is something I dug up from freshman year when I wrote pure drivel with no saving features. Read at your own risk. (And okay, I suck at angst, I know; this doesn't count as angst. It's more amusing than anything else. Stupid crack pairing.)
Comments/Feedback: Very much appreciated. Especially concrit.

Bastard, he thought vehemently as he knocked. Just because he's Prince…

There was silence from within the chamber. Finally, Jonathan said, "Come in."

Ralon obeyed. The Prince set his book aside and stood. "What do you want, Malven?"

"You know what I want," Ralon replied instantly, surprised at his own audacity.

Jon looked at him sharply. "Even after I shoved you underwater today?"

Ralon shivered. "Yes."

"Why do you think I did it?" Jon crossed his arms. "If you want me so badly, I'd think you'd try to remain faithful."

Ralon also folded his arms, glaring daggers at the Prince. "I have."

"Oh, really. Why do you always insult Alan?"

"Why would I insult someone I'm interested in?"

"That's how you got here."

Ralon snorted derisively. "All I wanted was to make it clear I don't like your new pet."

"What do you mean, my new 'pet'?" Jonathan's tone was icy, but his shoulders were tense. Ralon knew his remark had stung.

"It's obvious you like that crybaby. I've watched you go to his rooms after I've punched him, and then you comfort him. You're itching to touch him," Ralon spat. "From the very first night, you coddled him --"

"What I saw, the very first night, was you finding an interest in someone else."

Ralon glared. "I was angry and wanted to vent my anger."

"Oh, of course."

"After seeing you kissing Tirragen?" Ralon snapped. "Shouldn't I be?"

Jon gaped. "You saw?"

"Yes, I saw! You --"

"I didn't kiss him!" Jon insisted. "All I did was ask for help on mathematics, and he agreed, and then he kissed me. I didn't want it."

Liar, Ralon thought vehemently. Oh, maybe you didn't initiate it. But you kept kissing him. You liked it. Bastard. Just because you're Prince. "You didn't push him away."

Jon moved, hands pulling Ralon's head forward. Their lips met briefly before Jon whispered, "I was too surprised," and captured Ralon's mouth in another kiss.

Ralon surrendered, as he always did, weaving his fingers into Jon's hair, and deepened the kiss. Jon's hands dropped, to roam along Ralon's body --

"No," Ralon whispered raggedly as he broke away, resting his hands on Jon's shoulders.

The royal eyes widened just a fraction, so little he almost missed it. "What?"

It took all his willpower, and then some, to steel himself and step back. Mithros, but he wanted to be there, in Jonathan's arms… "No," he said, resolutely fixing his gaze on the wall behind Jon's head. "Never again."

"Ralon --"

Now he looked up, his eyes burning with hurt and anger. "No. It's over." He turned and opened the door. Turning back, he looked favorably on Jon for the last time, and on impulse, whispered shakily, "I loved you, Jon." He hesitated. "Have fun with the crybaby." The door slammed shut behind his retreating form.

It was too late to turn back now.

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A month later, a bruised and battered Ralon stopped by the Prince's door, bags in hand. After a moment's contemplation, he set his things down and pushed the door open silently. It was long after lights-out, and Jon was asleep. Ralon walked to the bed and kissed the Prince lingeringly, then turned and slipped back out. Once the door was closed, he reached into one bag and pulled out a letter. Slipping it under Jon's door, he turned, grabbing his belongings, and left.