Warning: This fanfiction will contain harsh language, dramatic turns of events, sex and violence This is rated mature for these reasons and if you don't like it, don't waste time on reading and commenting.

A/N: Since I already have multiple chapter written, I figured that I might as well update within a few days instead of once a week.
Disclaimer: I don't own Be my princess, any of it's characters, or the original story line of Keith's route.

~ "Silver Lovers" ~

Episode two

Our lips molded around each other, tongues frantically finding each other and our breaths grew heavier.

All sense of reality had left my body and my only thought was, more.

More kissing, more touching, more biting, more licking. More Keith.

His hand on the small of my back started tracing slow circles over my back, his fingers tracing the contours of my back bones. He pulled me closer and pulled my hair harder, forcing me to open my mouth so he could deepen the kiss.

After a while he broke away for a moment to catch his breath and I writhed in pain from the loss. His pupils were dilated, as if he had taken some kind of drug. I clung to him, nearly begging him to put his lips back onto me. As he noticed my look he smirked in a way that send a wakening chill through my heated body, and suddenly I realized what I was doing, and with whom.

His face drew closer again, ready to connect our lips for the second time. But before we became one again through our lips and tongues I put my hand over his mouth, stopping him from stealing another kiss.

We stood there in silence for a moment, staring at each other, realizing what just happened, but not understanding why.

Suddenly he forcefully pulled his hands off me, taking a step back in horror.

Oh, well... Okay, that was a bit of an overreaction, I wasn't that disgusting.

He turned away and started pacing back and forth in front of me. All I could do was stare, and curse myself for having allowed it to happen.

He had stopped pacing and was now staring at me with his hands twisted into his hair. He looked so lost and confused, but I honestly doubted that that was the first time he had kissed someone like that. Sure, I wasn't a noble, nor famous, but I was human, just like him. Lust didn't know the boundaries of status.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but was interrupted by a frantic voice.

"Your Highness! There you are! I was looking for you!"

Prince Keith shot me a glare. "This..." And he motioned between us. "Never happened." He hissed at me before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and straightening his back. He turned away from me and faced the source of the voice. "Luke." He said, acknowledging the person. "Is something the matter?"

Luke finally came into view from my hiding place between the pillars. He was wearing something that looked like some sort of suit, but he was obviously not a guest, more like a staff member.

Luke noticed me from the corner of his eyes and his mouth fell open in disbelief. "You!" He shouted, pointing at me. "Do you have any idea what trouble you caused with your outrageous behavior?!" His voice rose as his face grew redder.

I stifled a giggle, and hid my smile behind my hand. His angry face was hilarious. He noticed my smile and his glare grew fiercer. "You think this is funny?!" He took an angry step towards me, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"This is not the time for that Luke." Prince Keith said in a calm voice, almost too calm.

Luke looked at Prince Keith and retreated, but not before sending me another death glare.

"Why were you looking for me Luke?" Prince Keith said, keeping his hand on Luke's shoulder, making sure Luke's attention was directed towards him.

Luke looked a little lost before seeming to remember his task. "Ah, right. Your Highness, your presence is required on the ball room."

"Right, I'll come along with you then." Prince Keith said, releasing Luke's shoulder. Both of them glanced at me before turning and stalking away.

Once they turned the corner at the end of the hallway I leaned back against the wall with a sigh. I could still feel his warmth linger on my body. He had pressed into my back so hard that I was almost sure I would form a bruise there, but somehow I didn't really mind at all.

While I was desperately trying to get my thoughts in order and get my loud beating heart to calm down, I heard voices coming down the hallway. They sounded like a bunch of girls, babbling about all kinds of things at the same time while completely ignoring the others.

"I wonder where Prince Keith went, I really want him to dance with me." One said, she sounded so much like she was the leader of the group.

"But… isn't it more important to find that girl he was dancing with before?" Another said, sounding a little hesitant.

All of them fell silent, and at that moment I realized that finding me was their true goal. And the fear I felt at that moment wasn't like any other fear I had ever felt before. Girls can be extremely scary, especially when it's about guys.

I pressed myself against the wall, hiding in the shadows of the pillar, desperately hoping they wouldn't come this way. Suddenly a deafening shattering sound echoed through the hallways. I swore I could hear someone snicker before the sound completely faded. All that was left was the sound of a few pair of high heels moving away from me.

I sighed in relief and crawled out of my dark corner. Curious for what had caused that deafening sound before, I walked over to the place where I guessed it had come from.

Before me on the floor lay thousands of crystal shards scattered around. The light reflected off them, creating thousands of rainbows on the walls around me. It was a stunning sight, and I was sure I would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't for that nagging feeling that I felt at the pit of my stomach.

Surely those shards hadn't been lying here all this time. Surely, something must have broken to have caused this. And from the looks of it, it had been something very beautiful and expensive.

While I was wondering about what to do with this situation I didn't notice the approaching footfalls. A loud gasp startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up in surprise, and met the furious glare of no one else but Prince Keith.

Great, he had to show up right at this moment. And from the look of his face, I could already tell what he was thinking.

"What have you done?!" A familiar voice said. Only now I noticed Luke standing right next to Prince Keith. So that guy was here too, great.

"Sorry? What?" I asked, not really getting to what it was he was referring to. It could be he was talking about the embrace thing again, but on the other hand that would have been a little off at this moment.

"Are you intent on destroying me completely? Wasn't what you did before enough?" Prince Keith said, in a voice so cold it could freeze the sun if it wanted to.

I blinked. "Uhm… not really sure what you mean, sorry." I mumbled.

Now both Prince Keith and Luke send me a death glare. "This." Prince Keith said, pointing down at the shards. "This vase was given to Lord Michel by the old King as a sign of peace, and now it's broken." He looked back at me again and narrowed his eyes. "Was it you? Was it you who broke the vase?"

I took a small step back and shook my head. "No! I just found it like this."

Luke took a step into my direction, pointing at me with an angry finger. "Liar! If it isn't you who broke it, then who did, and why are you here?"

I paled, knowing fully well how wrong this situation looked. "I swear!" I wailed. "It wasn't me!"

"Then who did do it?!" Prince Keith snapped, stepping over the mess on the floor, closing in on me. I found myself frozen on the spot.

"I don't know!" I squeaked, shrinking away from his piercing stare. "I swear, I don't know. It was like this when I got here."

Prince Keith ignored my words and grabbed my arm forcefully. "I'm sick of this, you're obviously trying to ruin me for some reason." He started dragging me away from the broken vase and called out to Luke. "Luke, get the car ready, we're leaving."

"B-but… your Highness?" Luke started to protest, but was cut off by Prince Keith.

"Now! Don't make me repeat myself." He snapped, turning around to glare at Luke.

Well, he certainly was in a terrible mood now. His grip on my arm was definitely going to leave a bruise later on. I stole a glance at his face, but quickly looked back to the floor again, when I found his eyes glaring down at me with mixed emotions.

Great, so not only was he incredibly angry, he was also starting to feel those animalistic urges again. Must be shit to feel both of those contradicting emotions swirling around. But then again, I wasn't any different, I hated him, so much, but I also felt the urge to just jump onto him and let him do me right then and there. Though, I was never ever going to admit to that. Especially not in a public place like this.

Prince Keith dragged me through the hallways of Nobel Michel castle, not ever saying a word. I didn't know the way around, and was certain that if he decided to leave me behind at some point, I would forever be lost in the hallways of Nobel Michel castle, doomed to die of starvation.

Suddenly we were outside. The cold night air made me shiver, and to my surprise Prince Keith actually removed his jacket to then drape it around my shoulders. Too stunned to refuse I let him do as he pleased and then allowed him to drag me along again. Prince Keith turned out to be full of surprises, both pleasant and unpleasant.

We neared a black limousine. Without a word he shoved me inside, following close behind. Behind the wheel I noticed Luke. Our eyes met for a brief moment, but he only glared and turned his head away again.

"We're going home Luke." Prince Keith ordered. "And I don't want to be disturbed until we reach the airport." I saw how Luke started to protest, but Prince Keith pushed a button and a black screen rose between the front and back seats, separating us from Luke.

Within seconds I had figured out that we wouldn't be able to see or hear Luke anymore, and it was the same the other way around. Prince Keith and I were now practically alone, in a closed space. Not good.

Keith turned in his seat, facing me. My eyes grew large as I noticed that all of his anger had disappeared. All that was left in his expression was pure lust and need.

Okay, so, whatever it was that was causing us to feel this way towards each other, it clearly had a stronger effect on him. Because, even though I was now in a closed space, alone with him. And even though I was certainly feeling it too, I would definitely be able to contain myself as long as he didn't touch me. Sadly, it didn't seem to be that way for him.

I flinched as he reached out with his hand and stroked my cheek gently. "What are you doing to me?" He whispered softly, brushing his thumb over my lower lip, pulling it down and then forcing his thumb between my lips.

A tingling sensation shot through me the moment he touched my tongue. Definitely not good.

He inched closer, closing the already small distance between us. He removed his thumb from my mouth and cupped my face with both his hands. "The moment I saw you…" He whispered, his lips barely brushing against mine. "Ever since… I've wanted you so badly."

And that was the moment I lost the tiny scrap of control I had still left. I melted in his hands and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. Yes, this was what I wanted.

His lips brushed softly against mine, his fingers stroking my face, my hair, my neck. They traveled down, softly exploring every inch of my body.

It was so different from before, so much… sweeter. Like he actually cared for me, and not just wanted me because we had those stupid animalistic urges whenever we saw each other.

I moaned softly as he wound his fingers into my hair and tilted my head to the side. His lips moved over my jaw line, down to my neck. He softly bit down into my flesh, then sucked and licked the sore spot, before moving back to my lips again.

He inched even closer, our legs were tangled together and our chests were pressing against each other. His lips hovered before mine again. "Now you officially belong to me." He murmured, then pressed his lips against mine firmly, finally giving me the release I didn't even know I had been craving ever since he had grabbed my arm.