Warning: smut

I'm sorry I'm late again for the update but the transfert from ao3 to here is kina awful.

With the complicity of the moon, watching over them as if they were its children, two lovers reunite that night.

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Haru's hands are feverish, running on Rin's heated body as he undresses him entirely. The curtains are still opened, letting the moonlight reflect on his pale skin. Rin's chest looks like an ancient sculpture, a work of art freed from flaws and tonight Haru knows this perfection of Mother Nature will be his and his alone; and the thought blows up his mind every time he gets a sigh of content from Rin's lips. His mouth, wanting, starving, sucks on the crook of Rin's neck. He moans; and his final piece of clothing falls on the floor.

"How do you want me tonight?" Haru asks him, as his mouth finds the courage to leave the delightful taste lingering on Rin's skin.

"Haru...I told you, don't talk to me like if I was the Prince I just-"

"What if I feel like talking like that?"

Haru swears he saw Rin's pupils dilate at his statement. He knows Rin like the back of his hand. He knows what he likes and what arouse him deep inside, even the things Rin won't admit even to himself.

The Prince hisses. "I can't believe you."

"How do you want me tonight, Rin?" He repeats, breathes, soughs sensually into his ear, in order to make his lover shiver from desire alone the same way Rin's touches make him every time. Haru can feel his whole body trembling; being so close to the object of his love and lust he hasn't melt with in ages is almost too much to bear. He feels at the verge of losing consciousness as soon as he casts a look at Rin, or when he kisses him, or when Rin strokes his fingernails slightly on the sensitive skin of his lower back. Haru is hard already; his palms are wet against Rin's torso and travel down his hips to rest there, waiting for Rin to give his order.

The wait is killing him. Rin is killing him, slowly.

"I want everything." He says at last, when Haru licks on the side of his neck, tasting the pearls of sweat that had formed there. "I want everything you can give me. I'll take it all."

The Favorite - Chapter Five.

Rin then takes his chin between his finger, leaning Haru's head toward his lips and they kiss, passionately. Rin licks Haru's full lips, and then inside him; his tongue slides on Haru's as his fingers get lost in black disheveled bangs.

"Haru," He whispers as after he breaks the kiss, "Haru I love you so much." The grip on Haru's hair got rougher, more painful and Rin drags their lips together again, nibbling on the sensitive skin with his sharp teeth.

"Turn around." He says into his mouth; and Haru obeys.

As he tears himself away from Rin's embrace, Haru hears him moving under the sheet. Rin gets on his knees and closes his arms around Haru's waist, bringing his back close to his chest. He sits on his heels. Haru could feel his length, fully erect, finding its way between his cheeks.

Haru arcs his back and spreads his legs, trying to find a better balance and then, quicker than he expected Rin drags him even closer to him, his mouth covering his earlobe and sucking on it. His hands support his chest and his fingers soon enough get busy with Haru's nipples.

He closes his eyes, they both do; and they let pleasure submerges them.

Haru rocks his hips backward, seizing Rin with his ass; he could feel him panting in his ear as he does so, and every time his behind crushes on Rin's stomach his breathing gets more laborious. His mouth is hot against his neck. Rin bites him there; and Haru can't help but sigh in delight.

As he opens his mouth Rin takes the opportunity to plunge three fingers inside. Haru doesn't have to be told so to lick and suck on them eagerly. The fingernails scratch under his tongue. He can already feel Rin licking on the small of his back - he halts in his rocking, and waits for Rin to enter him.

This is going too fast. But it's not like they can slow down, or even want to.

"Have you touched yourself?" Rin asks him as his forefinger travels don't his spine, his nail leaving a red trace on the pale skin.

"Not in there." Haru breathes. His head falls on Rin's shoulder, not having the strength to stay upright, not with how hot Rin makes him feel, not when he feels his finger entering him slowly. Finally. He spreads his legs wider.

"I kept it tight just for you."

He can feel Rin's body shiver and yet he chooses to roll his eyes. "Haru I told you not-"

"I'm just stating the truth."

Their eyes lock, and even hidden behind the curtain Haru can see how dark Rin's are - probably just as much as his own. It's terrible, almost tragic, to think how much he wants him, needs him, in every way that exists. It's terrible because it's probably the very last time that Haru will have the chance to be with Rin like he yearns to.

A second finger joins the first one and Rin starts to pump in and out roughly. It's enough to make him forget about the dread he feels that turns his stomach upside down, and when finally Rin is in him and starts to move, Haru opens his eyes to another world.

Rin holds him close against him as he contracts his thighs and fucks him from behind; and when he can't bear it anymore, he lies Haru on his stomach and takes a firm grip on his hips. Soon enough Haru feels overwhelmed by the friction inside him and the one of the sheets where he lies. Rin bends, his hot breath running past his ear. He sucks on his earlobe again. His hand travels down his side and when it takes a firm hold on Haru's cock he can't help but moan.

He comes in the palm of Rin's hand, and shortly after Rin joins him in a strangled cry.

They can't risk being heard when the guards are outside the room, not aware of Haru's presence since he has outstepped in Rin's private room. He'll be killed if they find out.

Rin rests on Haru's back, their heads collide. He searches for Haru's hand and takes it in his. Neither of them are in a state to speak, but the strength that Rin uses to hold him speaks louder than any words he could have found. As Haru has never been the one to talk anyway, he doesn't mind the silence, or any kind of non-verbal communication since they are so bad at that. He drags their joined hands closer to his face, and drops a sweet kiss on each of Rin's fingers entwined in his.

Haru could stay like that for an eternity. Just feeling the weight of Rin's still panting body on top of him, crushing him on the mattress, would certainly be enough for him to be happy.

Yeah, it'd totally be enough.

Why can't they have that?

He grasps Rin's hand harder; as if it would prevent him from crying.

"Hey..." Rin says, his mouth on his hair. He kisses the top of his head, then his chin, and when he realizes he can really go any further into Haru's face - for the stubborn man he is tries to hide it in the sheets - Rin's lips come back to the back of his neck. The kisses are soft, suave. "Don't think I'm done with you yet."

And Haru can feel the curve of Rin's mouth, smiling, against his back; and so he smiles as well.

Something wet and strong licks on his spine; Rin puts his hands on each of Haru's sides delicately and travels down his back. Rin's tongue follow the bony path, sending goose bumps as he strokes the sensitive skin on the top of Haru's hips, and then it stops at the start of rear where the flesh parts into two. It stills, just like Haru's breath, trapped in his throat. He wants Rin to continue. He wants to feel his tongue inside him, cleaning him from his own release; he wants it so much that the anticipation makes him hard again, and Haru arcs his back to make Rin know.

His face is still hidden in the sheets. Rin comes slowly to his entrance and sucks on his entrance. His tongue enters him, carefully, not to hurt him after what they'd done. It runs on the aching flesh and then to Haru's great sorrow, Rin retires and moves to his front. He swallows the cum that remains on Haru, with such a dedication and care, it's as if he was trying to heal him, to purify him from his presence and intrusion.

Haru could die at this very moment. Feeling Rin's hot breath against his hole again is something amazing, but it doesn't last as long as he would have wished.

"Turn around." Rin orders again; and yet Haru hesitates - he isn't quite sure of what runs in Rin's mind at that point but he knows that he isn't ready for a second round right now.

"I said I wanted all of you, Haru. Turn around."

His hands are hasty on Haru's hips, pushing on them to put him on his back faster. Rin's hands still caress him, his thighs and butt, and Haru puts his on Rin's head when he takes him in his mouth. It doesn't sound like Rin taking it all; it feels like Rin is giving him all, and Haru gives in, and his head ruffs against the sheets as he loses his mind once more, maybe the last, in the bliss that causes Rin in him.

Too soon Rin's mouth leaves him, and Haru feels toyed with; the loss and the cold air are biting on his sensitive flesh, and makes him ache in not only in a physical way. They are still high from the previous orgasm and Haru is close again, so close; he hasn't really got enough time to recover and with Rin on top of him, magnificent as the burning sun tainting their skin, Haru isn't sure of how long he will last.

Their lips collide. Rin bites on his lower lip, caressing his neck and his jaw, and then up to his hair. The painted nails scratch on his skull; Haru whimpers in delight. It's not usual for him to be so passive, but the way Rin touches him tonight is stunning and somehow the outburst of feelings and pleasure running under his skin prevents his arms from moving, from loving Rin the way he usually does.

Rin is still on top when he straightens his body, and takes a firm hold of Haru's length, guiding it inside him. Rin rides him desperately, even recklessly; he should at least have a short preparation before he made Haru entered him so quickly - though Haru doesn't mind the tightness, on the contrary.

He won't let Rin do all the work; Haru's a proud and wild man, after all. Rin rocks his hips, with an arm supporting him and the other holding Haru's waist, and Haru uses this very arm as a counterbalance and he makes their groins join, with every single one of his thrusts.

Once their pace becomes erratic Haru wonders, as his mind starts to get dizzy, if what drives him crazy the most is the feeling of Rin around him or the sight of his face, distorted in pure bliss, a bliss that's only caused by him and him alone, and the deep and inalienable knowledge that he will always be the only one to bring Rin so close to paroxysmal state of pure happiness.

They both come at the same time - well, Haru'd like to think, but in truth he was too transported to have noticed - in deep, content sighs. Rin falls on his chest with his head resting just under Haru's, his hair tickling the point on his chin, his hot and quick breath blowing in the crook of his neck.

And just like that, like a magic spell or something absurd, against all odds and in spite of him being a mere slave, Haru feels like the true King of the world with his love one resting, breathing at the rhythm of their heartbeats, just against his chest. If he had to choose a single memory, the one he cherishes above all, the only one to remember for his next life it would probably be this one. The sight of Rin on him, the feeling of their heats against his skin, that strange and weird sensation of floating in his own body after having reach his acme twice in a row.

Drapped in the strong scent of sex and of the spicy incense Rin keeps at night in his room, Haru's eyes start to quaver, the heaviness of sleep gaining his muscle and resolve to love Rin all night long. It doesn't help that he catches Rin yawning - and so, he yawns too - but the Prince seems to be more playful than him tonight, and Haru had almost forgotten that from the two of them he isn't the only one to possess a stubborn mind.

"Let's cuddle." Rin says as his arms hold Haru in a warm and cozy kind of embrace. He only mumbles something unintelligible for a response, and wraps his arms on the small of Rin's back.

"I'm not-" Rin yawns again"-done with you wait. Just you wait."

"Ah ah."

They're both beyond exhaustion but, like two spoiled kids during a sleepover none of them want to fall asleep first. They fight against tiredness, but in the end Rin has to give in, and it's with a content smile that Haru gives in as well, knowing that he'll have something to make Rin upset with when he wakes him up.

The state of awakening is only ephemeral, as is everything the world; and with these kind of thoughts Haru peacefully falls asleep.

But at least if their lives can't last, their love will be eternal.

"You should probably go back to your room."

"Ah..."

In the cold nearly ended night two lovers lazily lay in bed, their limbs entwined. After hearing Rin's words Haru doesn't move though; the words Rin murmured into his ear are way too sweet for him to get away from his comfortable lap. On top of that his body is way too tired, for having loved Rin too much last night; every single muscle on his back and hips is painfully reminding him of their presence every time he tries to move his limbs. He wants to stay there a little bit more longer with his skin resting against Rin's naked body. He doesn't know when he would be able to enjoy the feeling he treasures above all again.

Today is the very last day of January. In two days Rin will be twenty. In two days Rin will be married, and the person he would spend the rest of his nights with would not be him but the Bride.

And it's with these kind of nasty thoughts that Haru walks back, reluctantly, to his room where Nagisa is probably waiting for him, anxious about his sudden disappearing. The sun isn't even up yet, and the lack of daylight allows him to hide in a more subtle way the dagger - his dagger - he is now holding on his waist. Haru walks down the white alley illuminated by scattered torches handling on pillars. He stops at the balcony in front on his room.

It used to be Rin's old room, back at the time when he was nothing but an ordinary kid, back at a time when his father was still alive. Haru isn't supposed to know, of course; Rin would have been too embarrassed to confess the considerate attention he gave Haru but Nagisa always seems to know every secrets that live within the Palace's walls.

The balcony isn't facing the city. It gives Haru a great view of the garden instead; it has changed over the years and now the big black tree that had died during one too hot summer is gone - as well as the small Oasis - but still, the scenery stays breathtaking. Haru rests in elbow on the balcony. There are only the singing of the crickets and the cracking of the fire that can be heard in the silence of the night. The temperature is neither cold nor hot.

At this very moment Haru feels utterly content, in a way he has never experienced before.

And it's only then than he realizes it's only because he has confessed his love to Rin that every single cells of his worn out body feels at peace with himself, and with the world around them. If only he had told him sooner...

Haru finally climbs on his bed after the crickets have tired his ears too much; ignoring how cruel and yet surprising life - and, in a way, Rin - will turn out to be.

In the morning violent knocks wake the two inhabitants of the room abruptly. Nagisa is the first one to get on his feet and thus, he is the one opening the door, slowly, his arms moving in great slothfulness.

"Oh, Rei-chan." He mumbles, his eyes not even fully open yet.

It's only when he hears the name that Haru sits on his bed, and turns his eyes towards the open door. The light coming from outside blinds his sight for maybe a second or two, but then as the view starts to feel unbuzzy again, he can clearly see what's Rei is holding in his hands.

There are his clothes.

Rei is standing in the middle of the room with a huge package and inside there are nothing but things that had once belonged to him. His clothes, his shoes, even his water flask which is now empty and his leather camel's reins.

"This is all yours." The guard says, and then he and Nagisa watch him unwrap all his old stuff all the while smiling at Rin's kindness. After all he had told him the dagger was just a start; it has to be expected, coming from him.

"Thank you." Haru says, honestly; and truth is he has never felt better in his whole life but, that was not all of what Rin has chosen to give him back. Rei is holding an old piece of parchment under his arm. He hands it to Haru, his look quite serious. Haru reads it carefully but most of the letters aren't from his language - he doesn't understand a lot except for his name and Rin's, and a seal at the very end of it.

"It's your contract."

"My what?"

"Your slavery contract." Rei repeats, and then Nagisa gasps and brings his hands to cover his mouth. But Haru doesn't understand what it means, not yet at least.

"This is an official document stating that you're the Prince's possession. The Prince wanted me to give it back to you."

Haru frowns. "What would I do with that kind of thing?"

"Don't you understand?" Nagisa sobs, his hands already hugging Haru in a tight hug.

"It means that you're not a slave anymore. The Prince is setting you free."

It takes Haru some time to realize what does piece of paper being in his possession really implies. The parchment falls on the floor; and so does Haru's consciousness.

See you for the last chapter :p