Keep Your Enemies Close Part 2: Keep a Burning Flame
DISCLAIMER: LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I DO NOT OWN DESTINY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BELONGING TO BUNGIE!
Well, I did it. I wrote a bit of smut. I don't normally only because I can't help the fluff. So be nice to me. It's my first time posting anything remotely smutty. I didn't intend to take it much further, but of course I just couldn't help myself. So here it goes. Hope you all enjoy this one. Feel free to express your feels in a review.
~TheChampion04
A few weeks have passed since you last saw the Awoken Prince, but certainly not the last you've thought about him. That time spent with him hadn't stopped running through your mind. The constant wonder if you'd ever experience something that extraordinary again had plagued your thoughts, and knowing you'd be seeing him again was causing you to quiver with excitement.
The memory was vivid, and the details were nothing short of satisfying. The two of you wanted each other almost ferociously; he took you so recklessly it was as if it was an instantaneous dream. It was the way his intricately skilled hands dismantled your body armor and fully exposed to him. The Hunter was so quick to engage you that you didn't have time to react modestly. Instead you countered his actions and removed his armor in an anxious frenzy that got him to laugh devilishly a couple times; impressed at how adamant you were to get him down to nothing. You ripped them away from his trimmed physique, getting him down to his bare essentials, and marveled at his stunningly naked Awoken body that was covered in more strategically placed white markings that seemed to have no end.
The Prince entered you without hesitation which made you cry with pleasure that you prayed no one else had heard. The Hunter grabbed the back of your hair and yanked your head back to get a generous bite of your neck, and allowed his tongue to trail from the nape, all the way to your mouth. You couldn't help but whimper into his lungs when he kissed you so deep that you could almost feel his teeth against yours. His size was remarkable, and you took it in with every powerful thrust he had to offer. You ground against him as hard as you could to get his cock as deep as it possibly could. Crow responded immediately by grabbing both sides of your hips with his hands and pounded you with immense fortitude. You lost count of the amount of times the Prince had brought you to climax, and not shortly after, he too was eager to give you every ounce of his own in return.
The Prince was vigorous and direct; completely what you'd expect from his type of behavior and upbringing, but his physicality was entirely a surprise. He possessed a stamina that you had never in your life felt, and a strength that was advantageous to the very pinnacle of your soul; not to mention a kiss that was enough to fly you all the way to Venus and back within seconds.
As soon as the two of you finished he was completely up against you; his face was so close to yours he didn't hesitate to press his lips slowly against yours again. He held his gaze upon you with his glowing eyes that had you enchanted, but something snapped him out of his euphoric state. He then seemed almost stunned by what had just happened, quickly pushed himself off of you, and quickly reassessing that he had just taken you with every bit of carefulness and exertion he could conjure. He had given you something that he wasn't prepared to give and looked almost afraid of you. He got dressed quickly and it was his lack of a farewell that didn't feel reassuring. The Awoken took his leave without a single word, and left you in that room alone, naked, and completely bemused.
That moment you shared with him was implausibly spontaneous and confusing; much too evanescent to be real. Both of you were utterly lost in the experience, but when it was over the Prince ran scared, leaving you unsure of what it all meant. Despite your uncertainty this was a defining moment that neither of you would forget.
Whatever your doubts were of his true feelings; if he had any for you to begin with, enough time had gone by that such a man would allow that high to pass and move on, which you felt was an unpleasant thought, considering the moment was mutually consensual and initiated by him. Yet, the memory of the Awoken Hunter running his hands over every curve and crevice of your body, while giving you strong satisfying strokes was enough to send you clear over the edge.
Ghost had snapped you back to present day, reminding you of where you are. Ghost didn't seem judgmental in the least about what happened, and didn't give anyone you knew the slightest inclination that you had relations with the Queen's Brother. Doing so would jeopardize your status, and possibly be stripped of your Guardian rank; or at the very least; reprimanded. You had to keep this a secret, and refused to mention it to any of your superiors or peers. Ghost had affirmed to never even mention it to you unless you brought it up first, just to insure no word would get out.
After multiple different conversations you had with Ghost were mostly of encouragement. Understanding the importance of learning more about the Awoken, no matter how close one needed to get and an opportunity that shouldn't be passed up. However, getting as close as you have gotten with the Prince was surly not what Ghost, nor you, had in mind, but having any sort of a bond with the Brother of the Awoken Queen had to have its advantages, right? Many questions fell upon you, and you try everything you can to have the pros outweigh the cons, finding that getting to know and understanding the Prince was a challenge, and a smart one, even if it was more indulging than you had expected; not that there was anything wrong with that of course.
Now you were heading back to The Reef to see The Queen upon her request. You remembered to answer to her without hesitation, had she of any need of you, and you were always one to be true to your word. But meeting with the Queen was strangely nowhere near as nerve wracking as seeing the Prince again. Dealing with her was surprisingly easy; the Prince on the other hand…
You eventually make your way to the Queen's throne room with Ghost, and to your dumb luck, The Brother is leaning against the wall just outside the entrance, and looking directly at you. You almost want to freeze, but in order to keep your head straight, you walk forward as if you hadn't a care in the world, not to mention angry with him for how he left things the last time you two had seen each other. With his pompous arrogance, he sends you a sly smirk, unconvinced as if you couldn't fool him, for he knew that deep down you wanted to see him again. As you approach him he remains where he is, leaning back against the wall as if he was doing it a favor.
Ghost: (Sounding more chipper than usual) He look's happy to see you.
Guardian: (Speaking quietly) I'm not sure if "happy" is the word I'd use…
Ghost: (As sarcastically as he could put it) Concupiscent?
Guardian: (Ghost hardly needs a lengthy warning) Ghost…
Ghost: Ghost orbits around you fervently; scanning you and making sure you're capable of handling the man) I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You look nervous. He'll sense that...
Guardian: (You push him aside with your hand to remove him from your personal space) Believe me; it's not without reason…
Ghost: Just remember we have a job to do.
Guardian: (You salute your Ghost) Yes Commander Ghost sir.
Ghost: (He sighs) Try not to let him get to you.
Before you can say anything to Ghost, he disperses, leaving you alone to be greeted by The Prince.
Crow: (He crosses his arms over his chest) I see you are the type to keep your promises, Guardian.
He speaks as if nothing had ever happened between you two. This doesn't surprise you, so you remain composed.
Guardian: (Speaking with lax tranquility you place a sassy hand against your hip.) You sound surprised.
Crow: (Sounding rather calm and if you didn't know any better you would've thought he sounded pleased) More like my doubts have been…dismissed. Since you defeated the Gate Lord, my faith in you has grown significantly. I have yet to put my utmost trust in you.
Guardian: (Spoken sarcastically) That's very reassuring.
Somehow you're more offended by that comment; you send him a look of irritation, and attempt to storm passed him, but he stops you, abruptly grabbing you by your waist with an acquainted and gracious touch that nearly makes you want to melt into a pool of desire. He pulls you close in front of him, holding you near and practically against him, making you instantly remember everything about that day in the storage shed. Immediately he places his two fingers at your chin, tilting your head and forces you to give him your attention.
Crow: Don't confuse my conviction with curiosity, Guardian. You still leave me intrigued…(He runs a delicate finger against the small of your back. It takes all the strength within you to not shudder with excitement.)
Guardian: (You are only too relieved to hear it, but you remain cautious) Pleased to see I'm not the only one.
Crow: (Raises a brow and laughs slightly) Did you doubt I'd forget are "elicit" meeting?
So he hasn't stopped thinking about you either? You try to shove him off of you with an annoyed glance which makes him laugh.
Crow: (He leans into you then, breathing you in, and caressing the skin of your neck with just the lightest touch of his fingers) I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was quite unexpected, but nothing less than unforgettable.
Guardian: (You nearly catch your breath as he traces the line of your jaw with and elusive thumb)…And you're a coward…
Crow: (You can't tell if the expression he was giving you was endearment or pity) My lack of communication has never outweighed my desire to see you again…(For a shit apology, he sure had a way with words. His finger drifts down to graze the side of your breast that you could feel from underneath your armor and drawing delicate circles just below your torso. You are almost catatonic)… Besides, I don't see any reason why we can't make better use of our time rather than argue…(He pauses waiting to catch your eye)…or make more arrangements in the near future.
Guardian: (You can barely speak; partially because you're still annoyed and partially because you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from his stunning face)… As stubborn as I am, I would not turn the offer down…
You want to plunge yourself into a ravine for saying that. You were supposed to stand firm. Why were you so weak against him?
Crow: (He runs a hand through your hair) Good…
You say and do nothing, but anxiously bite your lip, which seems to earn you a reaction from your Prince. He leans in even closer to rest his forehead gently onto yours as the side of his hair brushes lightly against the skin of your cheek.
…Neither would I.
He slowly claims your mouth with a sensual rhythm that almost incapacitates you. It doesn't take long before you realize that he's parted your mouth hungrily to taste yours, knowing that you're becoming progressively intimate with the Queen's Brother right at her doorstep; thank GOD no one was around to witness the interlude. Immediately you become uncomfortable, and as much as you want to kill yourself for bringing an end to the once again passionate moment, you demand your heart to stop, and push him gently away before you feel his hand trail down your back which was on its way to grab at your ass.
*Damn my proprieties!* you curse at yourself.
He looks at you confused, seeing that you are bothered by something, but soon smiles cunningly when you turn to look at him. He really does take pleasure in making you feel like you're the only one that exists in his world. Possibly a method of his own personal and hidden agendas, but you ignore that thought completely and attempt to savor the thought that he genuinely cares for you and not using you for his own undisclosed motives.
Guardian: Damn! I-I nearly forgot what I came here for. Your Sister means to speak with me. She has a bounty for me, does she not?
Crow: (Looking aggravated that you've completely shifted the mood to more professional matters; he doesn't seem interested by them at the moment) She does…several in fact…
Guardian: (You try to ignore what had just happened and get back to business) Perfect, then shall we proceed? I assume you will also be present for this conference?
Without a response, he places a palm against the doorknob of the Queens chamber, keeping his eye on you the entire time, and opens the door to allow you in. He motions for you to step forward, and puts on a stern expression that you remember from the first time you met him. His performance is in place, and you are more than grateful for this. You mouth the words "Thank you God" as a personal prayer, and walk forward to see the Queen to which you are eager to know what she has in store for you.
But efore you can cross the threshold, The Prince takes you by the wrist, reminiscent of the moment before you were dragged into a room to get yourself overcome relentlessly into oblivion. He pulls you towards him, nearly pressing his lips against your ear, and begins to whisper something to you.
Crow: When you've finished, you will meet me in the storage room where we last saw each other. Don't keep me waiting…
He shoves you lightly forward towards his Sister's throne before you could comply, feeling your heart and guts weigh you down, and making it almost impossible to walk. But you quickly gain back your composure before meeting with the Queen once more.