Prime

All Characters are owned by Konami. I own nothing absolutely NOTHING at all and I do not hope to gain any profit from this. Set in an Alternate Universe…Sort of. Sol's name from here onwards will be referred to as "Sol".

Thoughts

"Speech"

Chapter 14: If you only knew

Honestly if you ask me, I didn't know what I was doing then. Was it a momentary rush of impulse to impress, to secure a place in his heart? Perhaps it was some kind of awakening of my sexually craved self? I couldn't say it paid off, but it taught me something meaningful. It doesn't matter how well you do it, it's the significance of it that matters.

There was the target. Slightly sweating yet sternly braced in his actions. He was suave and cheerful, very unbecoming of a Queen's Knight. Up close he smelled very good, despite the light sheen of sweat he was covered in. Sol figured he might catch a scent of that manly musk Georg carried, but he covered his smell pretty well with a light pinch of perfume.

"I need you to uhh…help me with…sparring. Yes! Sparring! You free tomorrow?"

"Umm sure. I guess you would be bored around this old dump, but there are other things to…"

"Alright then, meet you at the backyard after lunch okay?"

Without giving Kyle a chance to reject, Sol sealed the appointment by escaping at a very wise timing. He had half-planned that method to force him into meeting somewhere private. Somewhere he could do that to him. The other half of him couldn't stand another moment inviting Kyle to something that he was sure the both of them would feel extremely awkward. Despite being two totally different people, Kyle was what Sol felt to be the closest in physical structure to Georg. He certainly wouldn't want to pull Euram or Richard into this experimenting that he was conducting. Richard would've been a good choice, but somehow Sol felt really awkward already planning this with him.

I should've said today. I can't wait any longer.

The wait for the next day was tormenting for the young prince. Along the corridors every time he spotted Kyle at the corner of his eye, he would turn in the other direction. Sometimes, most of the times, he would usually bump into Richard who was his curious, stalker self.

Dinner was as excruciating as walking around the mansion. This time he was on one spot, which made him a sitting duck against Kyle's as well as Richard's deathly gaze. Kyle's stare was especially suspecting with a hint of that "You better tell me what's going on". Sometimes his eyes would switch focus to Richard who was two seats beside him. Although Sol kept his head low throughout the whole ordeal, he knew exactly what was going on. He was not going to back out of the plan and spill the beans. After dinner, he hurried back to his room and locked himself up. Being followed by one man was bad enough, but two men made the prince's insides churn.

Slumped in his bed, his mind started to drift as the murmurs of the outside world began to fuse and streamline into one huge muffled drone at the corner of his ear. He thought, imagined and slightly fantasized about what would happen the next afternoon with Kyle. He thought about the worst possible situation and the exact opposite. He hadn't felt much about Kyle, he only treated him as a Knight, a protector and a little bit of a friend. He was worried on how Kyle would react to his sudden change in attitude. He knew what Kyle saw himself as; a quiet boy that only talked if he really needed to and acted based on what others told him to do. Revising on what Richard had taught him, he repeated the whole scenario in his head in many different ways, so much that it took a toll on his consciousness and soon he began to close his eyes to fall asleep.

The next morning the prince woke up in the late afternoon, much later than he had expected. He was exhausted the previous day, but he didn't expect himself to sleep for so long. Casting down its light brown rays towards the thin ivory curtains, Sol figured it was almost time for dinner. That's when it hit him.

Kyle, is he still waiting?

He was hesitant but eager to finish up what he brought upon himself. This could be the only way he could test his newly learnt skills on anyone before he was sure that he could make Georg happy. As he lazily dressed himself in his casual clothes, he went through once again the techniques he had learned from Richard.

Just as he was going through the fourth step, he was interrupted by a familiar voice at the other side of his door. It was Kyle and it seemed like he had been there for quite awhile.

"You ready, Prince? I've stuff to do, you know."

"I'm coming!"

Sol clumsily hopped to the door wearing his pants, preparing for the worse. He hadn't prepared on how to approach him on the issue that was bugging him. There were so many "What if?"s that invaded his mind. As he opened the door, he gave Kyle a word of approval and he followed him down the stairs to the backyard, the place perfect for any hanky-panky since virtually anybody were seen there. An ideal place for sparring, sadly this wasn't the prince's objective.

The backyard, as the prince observed, was surrounded by tall bushes, blocking any sight of the outside world. Sunlight barely seeped through them though the sun was yet to be overshadowed by the coming of the moon. It was a gloomy atmosphere and permeated a slight sense of imprisonment for some reason. Crates lay at one corner and hanged clothes on the other, though what caught Sol's eye the most was a platform that was opposite both of them that was perfect Kyle to sit on.

While planning his initiation for his intended purpose for asking Kyle to spar, Kyle swung his hand with a surprisingly huge force to the side of Sol, sending him to the floor astonished by his actions.

"That's what happens when you aren't attentive enough. Stand up, don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're the prince."

That playful smirk that Kyle gave was enough to give Sol adequate adrenaline to forget about all his plans afterwards and focus on actually sparring with Kyle. The fight went on for a couple of hours, alternating between being in Kyle's favor and being in Sol's favor, often with advice in the middle of the chaos that was taking place. Kyle's moves were swift but had no actual plan to go straight for the vital parts. Sol, on the other hand, had the privilege of observing Deathblow Georg and focused straight for the points that matter the most, which stunned Kyle a little by his techniques.

The spar ended with both of them dropping down to the recently mowed grass that felt a little prickly to Sol's delicate skin. Tired, Sol could not think of anything except catching his breath that was currently beyond his reach. Surprisingly, but conveniently, Kyle was the one who stood up first offering a hand to him to stand up.

"C'mon, let's go over there. I wanna talk to you about something important."

Something important?

Just then, Sol finally remembered the reason he invited Kyle to spar. As he stood up with a help from Kyle, he interrupted him.

"Kyle…I have something important to talk to you too."

"Alright, but hear me out first. Have you…"

Before Kyle could finish his sentence, Sol broke it by moving closer to him and leaning towards him with a tint of seductiveness. Sol couldn't believe what he was doing and neither could Kyle.

"Re…Remember the fa…favor I asked you?"

"Yeah…sure. What was it about?"

"This."

Step one. Kiss his neck. Initiate the foreplay and be all over him. Make him want you.

Sol did exactly what Richard taught him and that was to be over all over Kyle and kissing his neck at the same time. Kyle's catching of air slightly turned him on but he was more focused on shifting his leg over him so that he could rest on a sitting position on Kyle before proceeding with Step Two.

Step Two. Tell him how much you want him and force friction on his sensitive area. The goal of this is to ignite that urge within him.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Prince…"

"I…I…I want you."

Sol cringed at his own words as he strategically gyrate his bottom round and round about Kyle's crotch area. Almost instantly Sol felt the flaccid area begin to swell up into something he expected to be quite an enormous member. Kyle wasn't a player for namesake, he actually had a well-known package to begin with or else women wouldn't pay a second thought to him. His dashing and charming good looks only further increased his chances of landing a girl in bed every single night. Sol admitted to himself that he was slightly attracted by Kyle's suave aura and ridiculously pleasant scent for a man.

Step Three. Release your inner animal and execute your final blow.

The final blow meant Sol had to move down to his nether regions to explore a bit of the Queen's Knight. Unfortunately, Sol was a bit intoxicated in pleasure by the grinding of both their crotches to notice that it was time for Step Three. He was moaning like a professional and Kyle was responding with a deeper and slightly hesitant moan.

"Prince…ugh…I think you should not…ahhh…"

"But…but…"

"Ahh screw it…GOD it feels good."

Kyle took it a step further and swung his arms around the young man to guide him as he stimulated Kyle continuously. Nevertheless Sol finally caught hold of his agenda and travelled downwards, much to Kyle's temporary dismay. After seeing where Sol was headed, Kyle cried out a harsh expletive that echoed in Sol's mind like wildfire, an indication that he was ever so ready for the final move of his experiment.

Sol, blinded by lust, promptly attempted to rip off Kyle's pants in response to his vulgar cry of urge. A belt and a zip was all that kept the prince away from the prize that lay before him. Apparently Kyle was not fond of wearing any underwear and his hard member flung out to Sol's surprise. As he expected, Kyle's manhood was as big as the rumors said it would be. He was definitely not ready to touch this monster of meat, much less put it in his mouth. Suddenly this woke Sol's conscience up, telling him it was the wrong thing to do experiments on other people, conflicting with the devil inside him that told him that it was all for fun and experience.

What…am I doing?

It was the point of no return. In front of him was a pulsating, throbbing piece of hardened flesh and on the other side was regret and shame. He could do this and earn experience for his preparation with Georg or he could back out and cause himself so much awkwardness between him and Kyle, maybe with even a slight chance of having this situation spread to the rest of those he knew. Kyle, from above, was moaning so heavily and anticipating the next move that the young prince would give to him. Sol cried a prayer in his heart and plunged straight to it with his eyes shut tightly across his wrinkled face of anguish.

As he was about to feel something in his mouth, he was slightly shocked to realized there wasn't any. Instead, he felt something blocking his pathway to what seem like a torturous journey for him. With his eyes closed, he could only guess what was blocking his way, a piece of clothing or the belt that he forgot to remove. He gradually opened his eyes to find the deep red organ slowly losing color and turning soft on him. He noticed a lot more things now. Kyle's moaning have stopped and he was no longer breathing heavily, instead he was as still as a rock. He came to realize that Kyle's hand was the one that was between his mouth and the already flaccid member.

"No…you can't do this."

"But why?"

"Just listen to me, it not worth it."

"BUT I WANT TO!"

Sol suddenly burst into frustration and started wailing at Kyle for stopping him at giving him the time of his life. The fear of this situation being known by others escalated at an enormous rate. It made him tremble and made him furious at the same time. But Kyle said something that somehow managed to calm him down.

"You know…I used to do a lot of girls. And I still do but there would come a time when a girl would it do for the same of fame and that bothers me a whole lot. There was this girl I knew; short hair, good figure and a pretty smile too. She practically jumped on me for some loving. But her eyes gave her away, she wasn't jumping because she wanted to, she was doing it for some other reason that doesn't really make me comfortable accepting her. I saw that in you just now."

"No…no you're wrong. I…I want you."

"Look into my eyes and say that out loud. I dare you."

"I…"

Sol couldn't say it. The moment he wanted to say it Georg's smile and warmth filled him inside with guilt and torment. He loved him too much to do this and he knew that from the beginning.

"See? You're a good kid and I don't want you doing stuff that you'll regret ten years down the road. I don't mind if you really want me, I mean, it's an honor the Prince of Falena craves for little 'ol me but I know someone else is on your mind."

Kyle was being such a kind soul that it made Sol weep in utter misery and regret. Sol never cried so much in front of anyone before as Kyle stroked his back in comfort. He had almost committed a mistake of doing something so intimate to someone who he doesn't love.

"Tell him. Tell him how you feel, you hear?"

Saying those words, Kyle held Sol's head near to his chest as he brushed his hair with his fingers gently.

Why do I think of you when I have no one to go to? You're not even my family and to think I used to hate you bitterly. Why does my heart flutter when you enter the room? Why does you smell heighten my senses? Why do you make me feel so high?

Wait, I know.

Love.

And you thought this fic was dead. HAH! I finally brought enough guts with me to my desktop to finish up this piece of writing, thank god. Thank you to all those who still check for updates and those who faithfully read this, I hear you all I actually laughed out loud reading three or four reviews created solely for the purpose to tell me to update. I felt kinda guilty after that…so there! Hope you like this chapter, I'm actually half drunk with sake finishing this. LOL :3