A/N: More talky and more sexy aw yiss.

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The prince watched from his bed with a cocked head as Stan genially paced about the floor, looking at the ceiling and lost in thought. The redhead narrowed his eyes. He'd been like this all fucking day, and Kyle was beyond tired of it. The elf sighed, putting a marker in his book and setting it off to his side, crossing his arms and leaning back against his headboard. "Stan, talk to me," he said quietly.

"About what, Your Highness?" he looked at him and blinked in slight shock at the sudden noise.

He gestured towards him with a limber hand. "This whole thing," he said. "What on Earth has gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he bit his lip, a visible gulp receding down his throat.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Stan, are you fucking forgetting who I am? I'm not fucking blind, you know."

Stan stared back at him, heart aching. It was true, Kyle could read him better than anyone else ever could. They'd been three when they'd met, but even then the two of them knew the ins and outs of one another's personalities within hours. Kyle was always the first to catch when Stan was upset, when something had elated him. Hell, he knew when Stan was sick before the ranger himself could even tell, and he'd always returned the favor with the young prince. Except, it seemed, for this one matter. Every ounce of emotion displayed plainly on Stan's face was one that Kyle couldn't seem to get a grasp on. He looked so hurt, so upset, and just a tinge of anger lingering deep within those darkened blue eyes. It was nothing short of maddening.

"Nothing is wrong, Kyle," he assured him.

"You're so full of it," he scoffed. "Come on, Stan. Don't make me get all princely with you."

He cocked his brow in slight amusement. "Princely?"

"Don't make me," he repeated in warning.

Stan chuckled, "What do you think that's going to accomplish?"

Kyle sighed tiredly, not exactly willing to practice such a method against a trusted friend, but sometimes things just called for it. He grunted with effort as he swung his legs out of his bed, smacking his lips before stiffening and walking towards the staring guard. He put his hand on Stan's shoulder and pushed him down, Stan dropping to one knee automatically and raising his brow at the redhead. Kyle folded his hands in front of him, the noirette nearly backing up as a stern look crossed over his face. "Your duty is to me," he reminded him thickly.

"Right," he nodded slowly.

"As my protector, you are obligated to keep me informed of all ailments that could put you in a position that would possibly jeopardize my safety," he cocked his brow superiorly. "Feelings included." Stan gulped, cursing to himself. The prince certainly wasn't wrong.

He stared into those firm green eyes, letting a hot breath pass his lips. "My Prince, your safety is never in jeopardy with me," he promised.

"May I remind you that I am the one who makes that determination," he said sharply. "Either you have a conversation with me regarding the matter, or I put you on indefinite suspension, Ranger. Make your choice."

Stan's shoulders slumped, the notion of being put out of duty an absolute terror. He couldn't keep Kyle protected if he was supposed to keep away from him and let someone else handle his needs. No one else could. No one knew how Kyle operated; How he was private to a fault. No one else would be able to understand where to stand out of view while he bathed or dressed. No other guard would know of Kyle's 'four foot rule' when it came to conversing with others. Another ranger wouldn't understand the simple looks that the Drow gave that told them to step back further to engage in private conversation not meant for ears not of royal decree. He couldn't let that happen.

He bit his lip and gulped, eyes faltering to the floor. "I don't trust her," he murmured.

Kyle cocked his head, "Who?"

"The princess. I...I don't trust her," he said through gritted teeth, forcing pained tears out of his eyes.

Kyle stared down at him, mind whirring at the declaration. "Why not?"

He looked up at him and bit his lip at the concern overtaking the domineering persona that Kyle could slip in and out of like a cloak. "She doesn't know the ways of the Drows."

"Well that's what her lessons are fo-"

"She doesn't know you," he interjected pleadingly. Kyle paused, mouth slowly slipping closed as Stan swallowed a dry breath. "Your Highness, she can never know how you are; How you truly are. She only knows this side of you, not the Kyle side."

He smiled sadly, "Stan, we'll get to know each other soon enough. She seems kind and willing to learn. She'll catch on to not only our people, but myself within time."

"How can you be sure?" he challenged. "What if you have to spend the rest of your life...just...sitting there unwillingly holding the hand of a false lover whom you only care about during business meetings?" he begged.

Kyle blinked down at him, "Stan, you act as though we're at each other's throats. We get along just fine. If anything, we can at least be friends," he shrugged. "She seems to be someone I can at least engage in conversation with...for a lack of better term," he winced embarrassedly.

"But is that really what you want?" he stressed.

He sighed, "Stan, what I want doesn't matter. What matters now is the kingdom."

"It should matter," he argued quietly.

He shrugged, "That's not how it works when you're royalty. I don't always get to choose what happens in my life."

The ranger bit his lip. "I hate seeing you in this position, Kyle..." he paused and took a deep breath. "If you did have a choice, what would you do?"

The elf stared down at him, taking a long, sturdy breath. There were a lot of options if he did have free range... He gave him another somber smile and shrugged, "Honestly? I'd probably still go through with it." Stan's mouth gaped and he held up his hand to stop his retort. "Stan, that's what we do," he reminded him. "When your options are between yourself and your people, you default to your people. You of all others should understand," he reminded him. "If you had free choice in the matter, would you choose your life or mine?"

"Yours," he whispered.

"See? We all make sacrifices to those we want to protect. I want to protect my people from floundering and failing as a race. You want to protect me from dying. It takes people like us to keep the world from coming to a stop," he winced.

He took a deep breath and nodded slowly, eyes darkened with the facts being thrown in his face. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy...To an extent," he shrugged. "I have my family. I have an arranged marriage with someone that I at least don't hate with a passion...And I have you," he said softly, a graceful hand cusping the side of Stan's head, the ranger looking up at him pathetically. "Just because I won't get my perfect 'ever after' doesn't mean that I can't still be happy along the way."

The noirette nodded subtly. "Still, watching you...grab her hand when you didn't want to..." he trailed off.

Kyle's eyes lit in realization at the reiteration, lips forming a coy smile. "You're jealous," he deduced.

Stan's face lit up rosily, "N-no. I just think that-"

"You lying sack of shit," he teased. "You're just jealous someone else gets to touch me at all."

"No!" he insisted.

Kyle snorted and rolled his eyes, reaching down and cupping his cheeks, bringing him back up onto his feet. "Oh, Stan," he shook his head, leaning him down and pressing their lips together, sliding his hand up through his hair. Stan's heart fluttered, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him in tightly. Their tongues slid along one another's until Kyle backed up, twisting a lock of hair from under Stan's helmet and smirking at him. "Does it really upset you so much that I held her hand?"

He blushed, "No," he repeated, his tone not even convincing to himself, let alone the always-sharp prince.

Kyle kissed him briskly once more and sighed, "Stan, what have I told you is my true job?"

He smirked sadly, "Being an actor."

"Right," he nodded, kissing his cheek and down his neck, warm lips dancing along the ranger's skin. Fingers tightened around his waist and he smiled pleasantly at the pressure. "Sometimes a bit of a show is called for," he purred, leading Stan backwards towards the bed. He nipped lightly under his ear, feeling Stan's breath shakily leaking onto his neck. "But I can assure you," he said in a husky voice pressed against him, fingers trailing down and hitting Stan's pant line, shoving them down in a quick snap that made Stan lose his breath entirely. "I will never crave her skin as much as yours," he whispered, pushing him back onto the bed. Stan blinked as Kyle crawled overtop of him, pressing their lips together yet again and guiding him to sit back against the headboard, working his pants and boots off all the way along the mattress.

"What are you doing?" Stan chuckled almost nervously, freezing with excitement as the back of Kyle's slender fingers brushed so lovingly over his stiffening cock.

Kyle paused, kissing his chin. "Not acting," he finally answered, moving himself down to lie between Stan's legs. The ranger watched him with wide eyes, not used to this positioning in the least.

Kyle's hands wormed up to grasp lightly around Stan's cock, taking a moment to appreciate it rising and twitching just for him. His eyes traced over the curve of the pink flesh, smiling warmly at the piece of artwork that so often had given him pleasure. Stan had never allowed this; Had never let Kyle 'degrade' himself for just Stan's enjoyment. He craved it, though. He yearned to let go of who he was outside these walls, be nothing but an object of fantasy for the ranger staring at him in astonishment.

A thin, pink tongue darted out, tracing lightly along the length of the skin. Stan nearly yelped at the foreign touch as Kyle lapped all about. The elf's eyes nearly rolled at the heavy musk beaming from the blazing skin, invading every inch of his senses. He was being filled in a unique way, a way that was nearly as penetrating as their normal routine.

Curiosity swept over him, gliding his taste buds over the clear solution beginning to bead along the head. He took a moment to let it settle along his palate, pleasantly surprised at the sweetened, salty taste dancing along his muscle. He hummed appreciatively, Stan caught on his words. He wanted to tell Kyle no, how he didn't want him to do this in so undignified a manner. But by god how he wanted to beg for him to never stop at the same time.

Every ounce of protest leaked out with a hot mouth closing along the top of his dick, soft suckling against the sensitive nerves turning him into a puddle in the prince's tender hands. He gulped, watching as red curls began bobbing, very slowly working him deeper into his unpracticed mouth. Kyle's pointed ears perked for noise, smiling to himself as Stan unsuccessfully tried to hold in a moan.

His tongue busied itself as he worked, swirling around the head, indulging in more of Stan's precum leaking into his mouth. He moaned softly at the taste, nearly stopping in shock as Stan's thighs twitched with the utterance. A certain feeling invaded his stomach, swelling with a heightened sense of control in the situation. He grinned, popping off the cock for just a moment to Stan's displeasure to spit into his hand and wrapping around the base, bowing his head back down before the slightest speck of cooled air could so much as think of replacing the feeling of his lips.

Stan shuddered at the working duality, Kyle's more than adept hand making up for his lack of experience with his mouth. Any hint of callowness, however, was lost on the ranger, eyes slipping closed and a long groan escaping his lips as Kyle grew just a bit bolder, cheeks hollowing with fervor.

Kyle's entire being was ebbing with excitement. An array of new pleasure was coursing through him that he didn't know was possible. The feeling was almost surreal; He was so in control but being fucked all the same. It was the best of both worlds, something that being a prince never provided him with. Calloused fingers genially wormed into his curls, almost unsure if they should be touching the locks. Kyle's eyes fluttered at the slight tightening against his scalp, giving Stan a loud moan around his cock to encourage him further. Stan gave a soft 'eep', thighs twitching once more around the giddy prince. The fingers tightened just a tad more, the back of Stan's mind consistently reinforcing the clear and simple fact that it was his prince with his head between his legs. A touch of affability needed to be present.

Kyle nearly groaned in disappointment at the lack of more pressure, but found himself drowning far too deeply in Stan's taste to protest. This worked for now. His jaw was cramping, his tongue protesting against the constant movement, trying to rub itself raw against Stan's leaking head. He welcomed the sensation, his own covered cock throbbing hard between his legs and pressing down against the mattress. He'd never wanted to be touched so much, but never wanted more for it to come at a later time. He wanted Stan to finish, he wanted to see the hazy, satisfied look lingering in those blue eyes that so entranced him.

He flickered his gaze up, almost startled to find Stan watching him with that adoring expression, mouth slightly agape as he watched Kyle working. Kyle's body was in complete overdrive at the attention, bowing his head deeper and feeling Stan's cock tickling the very back of his tongue, just enough for him to give a soft gag before pulling up and repeating the motion time and again in time with his stroking hand. Stan gulped, another shaky grunt breaking through his throat. His fingers rubbed against Kyle's scalp, every nerve still torn at watching Kyle in such a derogatory but such an enchanting position. He smiled lazily at Kyle's glowing eyes, seeing the enjoyment cresting through the green like sunlight peaking through maple leaves. He was having fun, so at least the guilt wasn't going to swallow him whole. He jerked as Kyle decided to take place of said guilt, head bobbing down further and his throat convulsing around the head.

The ranger's breathing became sharp and hollow, feeling himself building up to that edge faster than he could keep up with at the unfamiliar and oh-so-satisfying feeling of his prince so eagerly eating up every inch of his dick. "Fuck," he whimpered, seeing Kyle shake at the trembling of his voice. "Aw shit," he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, chest heaving under his armor. "Kyle...Kyle..." he breathed out desperately.

The redhead was practically dancing inside, the tone of his voice a meek demand in his ears. He picked up his pace, wanting to see Stan's reactions, hear his labored breathing, feel how much he was wanted. Stan's entire body was tensing, Kyle's mouth ready and waiting for him to uncoil.

"Shit," he repeated. "I'm...I'm gonna..." he tried pulling Kyle's head off, the stubborn elf remaining firmly planted in his positioning and batting off Stan with his free hand as he continued on with focus. Stan's head flew back, a long hiss whizzing through his teeth as his hips arched up, every bit of pleasure toppling him over in its entirety. Kyle moaned as a hot stream of thick substance began to spurt down his throat, coating his mouth. He closed his eyes and continued working him through his orgasm, relishing in the feeling of his air being blocked off, drowning in every ounce of Stan escaping inside of him. He was the vessel through which Stan passed into pleasure. He was the object that he focused on. And it was driving him absolutely crazy.

Stan was gasping for air as he unloaded into the hot, slick basin. He could feel Kyle ardently attempting to get every bit of him as his tainted tongue continued to swipe about as his hips finally fell back into place, entire body trembling upon its descent. He could feel Kyle gulping around him, searching for any lost droplets and his legs tensing in their sensitivity, unwilling to let Kyle off of his cock. The redhead noticed, however and he almost pouted before wrapping his lips tightly around the softening base and sliding himself up, pulling off of the skin with a loud pop. He tongued over his lips, looking up at the panting ranger and smiling satisfactorily, mouth alive with the heavy taste now completely overtaking his palate. He shifted, his burning dick demanding his attention but far too focused on Stan's next words to give it the touch it so desperately desired.

The noirette looked back at him, eyes glittering with intrigue and a tired smile over his lips. "Wow."

Kyle snorted, batting his lashes flirtatiously. "Really? Is that all you have to say?" he teased.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" he grinned.

The prince smirked, "That's for me to know." No need to inform the ranger of his secret practice with zucchini over the years before he could finally get the balls to go through with it. Stan would probably never let him live it down, though that notion in of itself didn't seem to sound too awful. He slowly leaned himself up, not noticing until then just how cramped his muscles were, how stiff his neck felt. It was nothing compared to the pure ache between his thighs, however.

He moved to straddle Stan's lap and wrap his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, letting him feel the wonderful taste that he'd so generously shared. Stan moaned softly, Kyle's hand grabbing his own, leading it down his waist and rounding his hip, pressing him against his bulge. "Stan..." he whispered. "Please."

"Please what?" he teased, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Help me out here," he whined, humping against his hand. Stan chuckled, lovingly sliding up his body once more and grasping at Kyle from behind his shoulder blades, genially guiding him onto his back. He was everything that Kyle had not been; Graceful and careful, loving and soft. The need in his deep eyes was replaced with an adoration that brought an embarrassed smile to Kyle's face as he was undressed with cloying fingertips.

Another kiss stole his breath, lashes fluttering against Stan's still-flushed cheeks. A hot breath of nearly silent words pushed against his throat, clasping around and constricting his air yet again in not so pleasant a way as he'd just experienced. "As you wish, My Prince."

A/N: I'm really getting back into the Style vibe here, geez pff

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