Soft tendrils of hair brushed my face as he leaned over me, his hands carrassing my body and limbs. Soft lips captured my own, they were soft, at the same time, they were commanding and inviting me. Opening my lips, his slick muscle dipped into my mouth as I let out a small moan. His hands moved along my body, making me moan like a waton whore.

"Please...Touch me there."

"As you wish..."

His voice rang in my ears, vibrating down my back, making me shiver with delight. His mouth moved from mine, and I let out a pouty moan and a chuckle came from his inviteful neck.

"Wait...More is to come..."

I moaned and he stuck his fingers inside my mouth. I let out a surprised squeek, and he commanded me to lick his fingers. My tongue danced around his long and sleek fingers, making him gulp. I could feel his enlarged manhood inbetween my legs, I rocked my hips forward, slow and sensuous. Groaning came from his mouth as he pulled his fingers out.

"Its going to be uncomfortable for a little bit, then when I add the second and third fingers, it will hurt for a little bit."

I couldn't reply because he massaged my back entrance before he slipped a finger into me, arching my back, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I felt his finger working it's way into me and out of me.

"Hurry...I want you in me."

The man a top of me pushed in another finger, and I gripped the bed sheets. Something was going to come up, but my voice died when he touched that part of me. My back arched again and I let out a breathy moan. He knew that I was ready when he added the third finger. Slowly did he stretch his fingers and I bit my lip, trying not to be so loud.

He then pulled his fingers out, I whined and he put both of my legs over his himself to where he could slide in, he looked at me for the okay, I nodded and he thrusted into me; all the way in.

I cried out in pain and pleasure, gripping the bedsheets till my knuckles were white. Gritting my teeth, I let out a pain filled groan. He let me get used of his size and length before he started to move. Slowly did he pull out of me, then back in.

"It hurts..."

He grunted, and then he moved faster and harder. I started to moan, only because the pain was going away, and pleasure taking over. His hand gripped my stiffining member, pumping up and down. His thrusts were extremely hard and fast, like his sword skills, and like his attitude.'

I knew that I was going to come soon, and he was going to, too. The grip on my hips was excruciating, yet the manhood inside me was covering up the pain. I was about to open my mouth and call his name, when his right hand clamped down on his mouth, his eyes set in an angry yet passionate glare.

"I told you to never call my name!"

He hissed at me, and that is when my climax hit. My back arched and my eyelids closed as I let out a muffled cry. He came right after me, grunting and breathing heavily. I laid there, in bliss for a few moments before he pulled out of me.

He stood, wiped himself off, and started to get dressed. The morning sun caught his body, hair, and eyes. His body had a light tan, his hair was a deep black, and his eyes were blue like the rushing waters of a creek. His clothers were green and yellow, signifying where he was from. Once I sat up, I looked at him pleadingly as he strapped his sword to his belt.

He looked over me with those eyes, and I melted once more. His eyes were storming blue now, deep as the ocean, yet cold as the ice. He turned his back to me, then walked out of the room without a backward glance.

"Gwendal von Voltare...Why do you never let me call your name?"

The door clicked, and the man outside of it with the man who had black hair.

"No one is supposed to know of our relationship, King Yuuri... If I could, I would take you from my youngest half brother and claim you for mine own."

He murmured and went down the hallway, as if he was just getting done with walking a round the castle. He nodded to some of his most trusted officers who nodded back. Once their lord had his back turned, they smiled. Gwendal von Voltare, the lord of Voltare castle was in love with King Yuuri, but never acknowledged it because he was getting married to his younger brother, Wolfram von Belifelt.

It was heart breaking when he couldn't, when their first encounter was dangerous, yet they loved one another. It was painful because they couldn't love one another in the open, they wanted to, but the laws will never allow it.