A Change Of Heart chapter 4
Pip held the silk robe up for Kyle to see. He had never seen such fine linen, other then when it was embroidered in Queen Liane's more formal dresses. It's a sin that such expensive, high quality silk be used for a casual robe, let alone for such a robe to be borrowed by the likes of him. Kyle felt unworthy of the fine tunic. "Touch it," Pip insisted."It feels like soft sand slipping through your fingers."
Kyle reached out and touched it. Just like the blond said it felt soft between his fingers as he ran his hand over the smooth cloth. He couldn't remember ever wearing anything as soft. Suddenly conscious of how poorly he was currently dressed, Kyle's hand shrank away. "Are you really lending this to me?" He asked timidly, feeling ashamed of himself and even more unworthy of the high-quality fabric.
"No, It's a gift." Pip said simply with a smile. His mood was considerably high at the moment since they spent the afternoon going over the plan for tonight. " I never liked the color anyway, so this robe will not be missed. But the emerald color will bring out those lovely green eyes of yours. Green doesn't suit me but it will do wonders for you. Prince Eric won't be able to resist you!"
Prince Eric, The name lingered on his tongue. This was all for him. Kyle spent the whole day learning new ways to attract his masters attention in hopes of learning why everyone treated him so differently. The maids and other servants envied and hated him, ostracizing him from their gossip and refusing to associate with him. Only a few choice people besides Bebe were very nice to him.
And Cartman wasn't nice to Kyle at all, yet he was going to all this trouble to please him. If he could just figure out what 'playing' is and get prince Eric to do it with him then maybe he'll finally be treated like everyone else. Or at least be left alone. Wendy has not yet ceased her boiling hatred for him and never hesitates to express that hatred in the cruelest ways possible.
And maybe the fat prince will leave him be as well and find a new playmate to torture everyday with their senseless teasing. Kyle was sick of him constantly standing over his shoulder and mocking him daily. The one insult that never got old was targeted on Kyle's masculinity. He was the one to send him to work with the maids, not Kyle, so it's his fault that Kyle was so feminine.
Prince Cartman was always mean to him, never having a kind word for him and never by any means has he ever been any help to Kyle...
Well, except maybe that one time in the kitchen a few nights ago...
She held his plate of boiled beans and potatoes in one small graceful hand, holding it high in the air so Kyle couldn't reach. Wendy was a head taller then Kyle and even though she was a willowy young maid she was still stronger then him. "Come on, Kylie. Jump!" She teased him with that stupid nickname that he hated. His face flushed and he tried to grab at the plate again.
She pulled it away before his fingers could even graze it.
Kyle was hungry, but he refused to let this minx get the best of him. He made another dash at her but was once again foiled by her quick arm.
"Come now Kylie, you gotta do better then that!" This time when Kyle jumped, Wendy reached out and pushed him. He tripped over himself and landed on his butt on the cold floor. Wendy stumbled backward, laughing. She then grinned through her soft pink lips. "Here," She held the plate straight out at arms length, right over Kyle's feet and tipped the plate over so the beans splattered over his scuffed shoes.
The beautiful but mean serving girl laughed at him on her way out of the kitchen.
Kyle felt a pang of rage. "You bastard! you ruined my dinner, again!" This was not the first time Wendy messed with kyle's food. Not too long ago she poured much too much salt on his meat scraps, causing him to choke on it. This girl would be the death of him one day, he swore it.
"That wasn't very nice of her, definitely not the Wendy that I know." Prince Eric Cartman knelt down beside Kyle and put a hand on his shoulder, but the redhead, still angry or perhaps he did this out of spite, flinched away from his touch. Despite his usual hot temperateness, the prince's expression remained calm and collected.
The fat prince clambered awkwardly to his feet, using a cabinet to balance himself up. Once he was finally up and steady, Eric grabbed a loaf of sweet honey bread off the top of the cabinet and handed it to Kyle, who was still seated on the floor. "Here, eat this." He said. The redhead eyed the bread carefully before reaching out and taking it from his lord.
"Can't have my servants go hungry, now can I?" The fat lord sniffed as he turned to take his leave of the kitchen. "After you're done with that, head up to your room and get a good night's rest. I wish to wake early, right on the morrow, for a good bath before I start my day." The door flapped back and forth a few times after he left, leaving Kyle all alone to eat his bread dinner.
That was the nicest thing the prince has ever done for Kyle, more so when he had Wendy chastised for wasting food and teasing one of her fellow maids. After spending a whole day working out in the gardens, plucking weeds all day, she never messed with his food ever again. He had to suppress a giggle when he caught her eye later that day, with her hair and clothes disheveled and splattered with dirt.
Kyle had almost forgotten about that one incident. He got to thinking that maybe the prince wasn't all bad, or at least not as cruel as everyone says. Sure, he teases Kyle relentlessly but perhaps it's all just fun and games to him. Perhaps he doesn't truly intend to hurt Kyle as much as he did. Maybe after tonight, after he figures out what 'playing' is, he can get prince Cartman to relent a bit on his cruel games.
He could only hope.
It was long after the sun had set over the castle and the moon and stars had taken over the sky when the two prince's entered Cartman's bedchamber. Kyle had been sitting alone with Pip, passing the time by talking as they waited for their lords to return from their meeting. They both turned their heads when the heavy iron door to the chamber creaked open.
The redhead stayed seated on the prince's bed while Pip jumped to his feet to greet his own prince. Prince Damien smiled down at him and wrapped his arms around the blond's thin waist while Pip caught him around the neck. They shared a chaste kiss on the lips that shocked Kyle a bit. It seemed so odd, or was that just how two close men addressed each other in their empire?
Though Kyle was put off a bit by the display of affection, having only seen it in story books and songs about love, Prince Cartman only rolled his eyes at them. "Oh, will you get out of here with all your sickening affections?" He said as he stomped across the room to take a seat at his long desk. "You make me sick, the both of you. If your going to do that then at least get out of my sight first!"
"Come my dear, Prince Eric has generously offered us private use of his hot spring." The dark prince draped an arm around Pip's shoulders and began to guide his blond consort out of the bed chamber. Pip quickly turned his head to wink at Kyle before he was led out of the room by Damien. Kyle managed a meek smile and a quick wave before the iron door was closed, leaving him and the fat prince all alone together.
The room was quiet for a long while. Prince Cartman didn't even seem to notice Kyle sitting on his bed, wearing the fine green silk robe that Pip had given him. So much for him being 'irresistible.' Hopelessness began to cloud Kyle's thoughts, taking over his determination and curiosity. How could he think just wearing fancy clothes would make Cartman want to 'play' with him?
He felt so foolish, yet his feet began to move him silently across the room.
He stood behind the prince, who was still seated in his chair, looking over his papers. Kyle stood their for a moment, not daring to move or make a sound while he asked himself if he could actually go through with this. Maybe this isn't such a good idea, He thought. He is reading after all, maybe I can come back later and-no! I can't, it's now or never!
With re-newed determination, Kyle took another step forward, until his flat stomach was pressed against the back of his chair. He recalled back to all the "bedside tricks" Pip has taught him. Taking a bold move, he raised his shaky hands and rest them on the prince's shoulders. Cartman froze for a moment but didn't move to push him away. Seeing this as a good sign, Kyle began to rub.
Still rubbing his shoulder with one hand, Kyle ran his other down Prince Cartman's flabby chest and stomach. Bebe's voice suddenly rang in his ears, repeating the same things over and over in her caring, motherly tone; "Remember girls," She called to all the maids in training. "Circular motion, circular motion. That is the best way to get this blasted marble clean."
Circular motion, Kyle repeated to himself as he rubbed the swell of the round belly, around and around in one continuing motion. Circular motion.
He kept rubbing, but since Eric wasn't saying anything he didn't know if it was working. Perhaps it was time to try another trick that Pip had taught him.
This one he wasn't sure if he felt comfortable doing, it seemed a bit odd, but if it was to help his cause then he would do anything. Still keeping up his hand motions, he leaned forward and rests his chin on the shoulder he wasn't massaging. Then, he licked Cartman's ear. Darting his tongue out and running it over the edge of the lobe, moving slowly as he licked the prince's ear.
Prince Eric Cartman moaned then, and Kyle panicked. He had not a clue what to do next, now that he finally got a reaction from the prince. Pip had told him that moaning was good. That meant that he liked what you were doing and that you did it right. But now that he got the prince to moan for him, Kyle didn't know what to do next. So, out of haste, he pulled his head back and moved to massage both of Cartman's shoulders again.
After a moment, when Kyle thought that everything was ruined, Prince Eric finally made his move.
He placed his heavy hands over Kyle's and stood up to face him. Cartman towered over him like he did everyone. Kyle looked up at him, fearing that he might get in some kind of trouble. His mind now clouded with fright, tears began to prickle in Kyle's eyes, though he refused to let them fall. He didn't want to cry in front of the prince, not again. Eric just stared into his teary eyes, his face surprisingly emotionless.
"No, I forbid you to cry in front of me, Kyle." He said, lifting his jeweled hand up to whip the tiny tears away with his thumb. His golden rings rubbed against Kyle's flushed cheek. He sniffled and tried to smile at his fat lord, weak as it was. Oddly enough, prince Eric smiled back. It was a strange smile but nevertheless it made Kyle feel better and eased his humiliation.
Eric touched his hair, sliding his fingers through the ginger colored curls and murmuring softly. Kyle did not understand his words, they were too soft for him to hear properly, but they had a warm tone with such tenderness that he had never expected from this person. He was too dazed to flinch when Prince Cartman lifted his chin up so that they looked into each others eyes.
"I see the consort used you as his dress up doll." His eyes gestured to Kyle's new robe. The redhead blinked, snapping out of his daze, and glanced down.
"Oh, yes. He gave it to me..." He couldn't bring himself to tell the prince why. Instead of asking, which Kyle was very thankful for, the prince simply nodded. After a moment, the fat prince began to touch him in odd ways. Pip had told him this would happen and showed him how to accept it. Suddenly blankness came to mind and Kyle wasn't sure what to do, so he just stood there and let himself be touched.
Cartman took his hand in his large one. He brushed his thin fingers, one by one. Their eyes met then, brown staring into green, neither one of them daring to look away. The touching stopped then and Cartman moved to cup the redheads face in both his hands. Kyle was flushed and suddenly breathless, his heart fluttering in his chest. For a second, he thought the prince would kiss him, like Damien had kissed Pip.
But then he leaned down to whisper in Kyle's ear; "Get out." And he let go of the redheaded maid completely and stepped over him, going to sit on his bed.
Kyle stared at him, bewildered and more then a little hurt."W-what? Why..."
"Just get out," The prince snapped. He didn't even look at him as he laid back on his wide bed. "Wendy will be here any minute. I don't need you ruining the mood." For a long time, Kyle didn't move. He was too shocked by the sudden change in his lords mood to even consider abating his demand. When the prince noticed this, he became angry.
"Did I fucking stutter or are you death?" He sat up to yell at him. "I told you to get out!" The harshness in his tone was enough to get the message to Kyle's feet to take him out of here. It was clear he wasn't wanted by the prince at the moment so he decided it was best to just go without farther argument. So without another word, Kyle turned on his heal and stormed towards the door.
But when he opened the heavy iron door, He was surprised when he saw Wendy standing on the other side. By the looks of it, she was shocked to see him as well. It was not her plan to be greeted by the redheaded servant boy that she despised so much when she came to see the prince. She glared at him.
"Ah, Wendy." Cartman called from behind him, still seated on the bed. His tone was surprisingly chipper considering what just happened between him and Kyle. "Just the girl I wanted to see. Come in, come in!" Her glare vanished suddenly and she smiled over Kyle's shoulder at the prince. Pushing past Kyle, Wendy stepped into the room. The thin, see-through cloth of her nightgown coiled around her long legs as she struts over to the bed.
Kyle watched her crawl into bed with Cartman, both of them laughing playfully as they began to wrestle in the sheets. Face flustered, Kyle slammed the iron door closed behind him as he ran out of the room.
With a painful pang in his chest, Kyle realized what 'playing' means.