Chapter 2.

Blaine had been 18 when he was first drafted to go to war for his nation against the aliens.

He was terrified at the thought of dying at the hand of aliens but a prince must not show any fear.

The night before his draft he could not sleep, he had heard his brother had gone out with his newest conquest of the week. His parents had also attended a function.

As he laid on the bed terrified, he had no one he could talk to. Anything and everything he would say could be potentially dangerous or border on treason.

His biggest fear was that his powers had yet to make a full appearance, his only power was the poor regeneration ability his mother had left him.

If his 'coming of age' did not happen soon he would die. Then again, he was but a back up. Often times, in their family history. The second prince died of mysterious circumstances when the crown prince took the throne. He wondered if they sent him to die.

He was clearly not a genius like Cooper, his brother, which made him expendable.

Blaine left his home in the royal convoy without saying a word to his parents or brother. He left for war and he was not sure he would return, still he didn't have anything to say.

He arrived at the camp site for the soliders, the site was lively. Filled with all Doms from every family in the kingdom was there.

They cheered his arrival, probably expecting a savior but Blaine was weak. He could not even save himself. He had to wear his mask, a fake smile. He had to pretend he knew what he was doing. That had been his first mistake, a mistake that would cost him a hundred lives of honest men.

Blaine had decided to try and ambush some aliens with a few men, he had refused to see the strategist or the general for help. He wanted his first order to be all on him so he could prove his point to his father.

He was wrong.

If not for his regenerative skills he would be dead too. Scars littered his body from the war lost but what was most hurt was his pride and his heart.

The men were all dead. Returning to camp a day late, limping in. He could see the disappointment on the soldiers faces.

The second battle he asked for help.

He was was foolish to think of himself as anything more than a puppet there to play a role. Blaine sat quietly as he watched them all discuss the next course of action after Blaine's defeat. He was caught in his own thoughts when a voice jolted him.

"Your majesty, what are your thoughts?"

"I think the last battle has shown, I am not quite experienced enough to take charge so I will work with whatever the current strategy is" Blaine said. He heard hums of approval around the table.

The man who stole with a frown across his face point out strategies was Stanley Hummel. "I was quite impressed by Your Majesty's last plan, I think had there not been a leak in information you might have succeeded. Would you share your thoughts with us?" For a moment Blaine wondered if he was being mocked.

Blaine stared at the map before him, if he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing here. He would look like a bigger fool than before. "I think its a good strategy, I have nothing to add"

"Thank you your Highness" Stanley bowed but his frown remained in place.

As after the meeting and training he laid on his 'bed ' in the tent after the meeting. He thought of the men who died because of him, how he almost died and how his body would have these scars till the day he dies.

"You look quite comfortable" A submissive voice said. Blaine turned his head to see a woman with red hair that stopped at her waist and green eyes. She was standing at the entrance of his tent.

"Who gave you permission to enter?" Blaine asked as he grit his teeth.

"Not sure, my sisters were taking care of the men and I found this one. I assume you are the general or something" She said.

"I am not interested in paying a prostitute for the night" Blaine snapped. "I prefer male submissives anyway"

"Then you are in luck my friend, I am Christian. Nice to meet you" Christian said happily moving towards Blaine.

"I did not say you can approach me" Blaine snapped. He could smell slick and it was getting harder to think.

"Should one not give a name after I gave mine"

"Blaine."

"Tell me Blaine, are you married or engaged?" Christian asked.

"I am not" Blaine responded.

"Then why do you resist? I can see you are not impotent." Christian giggled as he pointed to the tent forming in Blaine's pants. Blaine's jaw dropped when Christian began taking off his clothes.

Blaine has wondered what the big deal about sex was. However looking at the hole leaking slick, as he pushed into the tight hole. He couldn't help but think 'this was definitely heaven'.

Blaine ended up knotting a prostitute for his first time. It was embarrassing because you only knot a person you intend to impregnate and he was unaware how to control himself.

"For someone who said no, you really knotted me" Christian said in amusement. "I will have to plead you allow me spend the night, If you forcefully pull out of me. You will hurt me greatly." Blaine could finally see the face of the sub he knotted. Red, hair, green eyes and he was absolutely beautiful.

"You will only serve me now" Blaine said. Head dipping down to the sensitive nipples.

"Please, we have cum several times already-" Christian began.

"Then in the morning we continue." Blaine fell asleep for the first time without nightmares in the arms of a stranger who could possibly be an assassin.

The next morning Christian was asleep laying on Blaine's chest. It felt nice, he could not get over how amazing it was between Christian's legs and how much he loved christian's nipples. Perhaps he was drunk on the prostitute because this was his first time.

What was he thinking knotting a prostitute? A child born would be a bastard.

"If you frown like that you will hurt my poor feelings" Christian said.

"Stay here" Blaine moved to get up.

"I cannot, I have to return to the brothel with my sisters" Christian looked confused.

"No. You are mine" Blaine said simply.

"Sir, I do not belong to you or any man, I am a prostitute. I must return back to the brothel." Christian argued. Blaine could not imagine another man touching his red head.

"How much is a night?" Blaine asked. Blaine had princes wages of 100 gold pieces a week.

"One gold piece a night" Christian said.

"I will pay you 20 gold pieces a week. You will welcome me back and warm my bed every night till the war ends or till I die." Blaine said.

Christian looked shocked, it was clear he over charged Blaine. "You may go bathe in my tent beside this one, take this coin, show any guard who asks who you are. However you may not leave this camp."

"Sir, I have siblings at home I care for. I beg of you to let me return home on the day of the lord" Christian pleaded.

"I will allow it, do not get rid of the child if you end up pregnant " Blaine added finally.

Christian and Blaine did not have sex every night, some nights they slept together. They ate together and slowly but surely the prince was falling for a prostitute.


One year passed and Blaine's powers had started to manifest. For once he had someone to return home to, someone who would be happy with him. His strength had increased along with his speed and accuracy. He could not fly but his jumps were pretty high.

The battle had ended well and all he wanted to do was see Christian. Hold the submissive in his arms and kiss him.

He returned to his tent and Christian was there with food. Every time he went for a battle, he made sure to return an hour or two hours late to give Christian time to 'surprise' him with food.

Christian unfortunately had not gotten pregnant from their first night. He was not sure why.

Christian hugged him with open arms. "I made you some food, are you hungry?"

"Yes but I want to try something first. Strip and part your legs for me" Blaine said. Christian flushed.

" Do you doubt my sincerity? I have been with no one but you. You wish to check?"

"No, I know you are mine." Blaine revealed a small bottle. "This is honey, I would like to taste you with this"

Christian always stopped Blaine from sucking his penis. He kept saying a Dom can not please a Sub in such a way but Blaine was determined to know what kind of treat he would get should he succeed to make Christian release from his penis.

Christian laid back and it was the same, he could not get tired of Christian's body. He first kissed the hole, whispering mine to it. It was his forever. He moved to the small penis that was standing defiantly in his face and hovered his mouth over it.

"Prince-"

"I will do this today, I can do this like this or I shall restrain you to the bed and bring you to the point of insanity and stop several time until I finally finish you off with my mouth." Blaine responded.

Christian fell silent.

Blaine ended up making Christian release in two minutes. "You mustn't swallow-"

"It seems you have more energy and can produce more of that nectar" Blaine said. He knew Christian could not, he would probably be extremely sensitive right now.

"No- "

"Then I want to watch you masturbate into this cup. I want this every morning "

"You wish to drink it? You must be insane!"

"Yes. I am insane. Why are you not pregnant "

Colour fell from Christians face. He bit his lip for a moment, Blaine knew the look. It was a look that Christian did not want to talk about it.

"If you do not want to tell me its fine" Blaine distracted himself by setting himself down to eat.

"If I can never give birth, would you hate me?"

"No, but I would be mad that I could be knotting you daily and you never told me" Blaine responded. "Christian we work because we both have secrets and neither one of us pressures the other. We simply give comfort, if you do not want to talk about it. It is not the end if the world"

"I will die for you one day but don't hate me." Christian said with a smile.

"Stop talking rubbish. After the war, we will elope." Blaine said. Christian stood up to put on his clothes but had the same sad look on his face.


A year had passed and Blaine could not imagine a break from his routine. Have sex, sleep, wake up and war. He did not expect the worst would occur and the worst would take the only thing of value he had in the world. His sunlight and love.

Christian had been having nightmares about his death. He said his power was dreams. He could see the future but little times he did not know how to change it.

Christian was yet to return back from meeting his family when Blaine heard shouts about fire. He ran out if his tent in search if Christian but found aliens and men in battle. He picked up a sword from a fallen brother and began his search.

He spotted Christian, he was about to be devoured by the alien. The alien using Christian's hair to lift him. It opened its mouth. He pushed himself, more speed, more strength and yet. He was too late. That was when it all lost meaning. He never even told Christian he loved him.

Before realizing it, his coming of age had happened and he had single handedly killed all the aliens in the camp.

Blaine was not happy however, he wanted them all dead. They took away his reason to live. He would annihilate them from this world.

The soldiers cheering for him meant nothing when his love was dead. In fact life meant nothing.

Blaine pushed himself more and more and was regarded a monster. He hated the king, queen and his brother. He hated the country and everything. He wanted to die but he would not die until he exterminated every alien out of the planet.

Being able to fly meant he could get into the caves they kept their eggs and women and burn it to the ground. He kept killing them but no one knew where they came from.

He would destroy the whole world for a prostitute. The very notion seemed lunatic but it was true. The power he had was thanks to Christian so he would use it to avenge his fallen lover.

So if that was why he was alive, why did this sub have the crest? His father overjoyed at what this meant had ordered Kurt be bought to a room in the palace and asked Blaine to wait at the sub's side till he awoken.

Brown short hair and blue eyes, heaven must have been mocking him to pair him with someone completely different from christian.

Blaine realized he had fallen asleep when he heard a groan. He opened his eyes to stare at the Burnett man laying on the bed. He wondered what joke the gods were playing on him.

His eyes moved to the crest on Kurt's hand. He was used to great amounts of pain so the burning of god's mark had no effect on him.