In the morning, Egor woke up from a weight, opening his eyes, he did not immediately understand where he was, and then memories washed over him like a wave and he blushed.
The weight turned out to be Klaus's hand. Egor turned his head to the side, afraid to wake the prince, and came across a serene face. He could not resist and reached out to remove a strand of loose black hair. As soon as he touched Klaus's cheek with his finger, he suddenly opened his eyes, blinked several times and smiled lazily.
"Good morning. Did you get enough sleep?"
"Yeah."
"What time is it already?"
Klaus rolled over on the bed and reached for the phone.
"Wow, it's already 8:30 a.m. We have to go.
"Already?" Egor could not hold back the disappointment in his voice.
"Yes, we need to finish things and head back."
Egor's face darkened, and Klaus explained it in his own way.
"If you don't want to come back, then you don't have to. I'll feel better that way too."
"Stupid," Egor got angry and hit Klaus in the face with a pillow, then abruptly got up from the bed and began to collect the still scattered things.
"What's wrong again?" Klaus groaned, throwing away the pillow.
"After everything that happened yesterday, you still say such things? You're just..."
Klaus crawled to the edge of the bed, stretched out his long arms and grabbed Egor by the shorts he had just pulled on, pulling him towards himself.
"Stop being angry," Klaus quietly said right into his friend's neck, closing their embrace, causing a string of goosebumps to appear on his friend.
"How can I not be angry with you? I understand that I pushed you to this myself and I don't have..."
Klaus shut Egor's mouth with a kiss, and moving away said:
"I wanted this myself and yesterday I was finally convinced of it."
"And what will happen next?"
"And what do you want to happen next?"
"I don't want you to do this with anyone else except me," Egor said, frowning and blushing again, causing a smile to appear on Klaus's face.
"Anything else?"
"This will be enough for now."
"Okay. I'll do this only with you and as often as possible. Are you absolutely sure about your choice?"
Egor got out of bed and continued getting dressed.
"Don't ask the same questions, you already know my answer."
Klaus lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying the new sensations, and then gathered his thoughts and stood up. It was time to get down to business. If he wanted Egor to be safe, he had to put the crown on his head as soon as possible, and he would think about solving further problems later.
Despite the fact that he had switched his attention to business, Klaus could not do anything about his high spirits. He had already forgotten the last time he had felt such lightness. Now, getting ready to meet Alexander, he began to wonder why he had been stifling his emotions all these years? Didn't he feel like he was ready to move mountains? Didn't these feelings give him strength? And wasn't the safety of the one you... loved? (was it love? He didn't know yet, but he was determined to find out.) the best incentive to action?
"Let's just not for long," Egor frowned. The guy didn't like that Klaus was going to meet Sasha, but he steadfastly kept his indignation to himself. After all, Klaus had many admirers and how could Egor protect him from them all? He calmed himself only with the promise that Klaus had given in the morning.
"Are you jealous?" Klaus laughed.
"What do you mean!"
Klaus gave in to the impulse and left a light kiss on Egor's lips when he left the apartment. Egor dreamily watched the prince go, and Pouoka, who was watching this scene from the kitchen doorway, stretched her lips into a smile. Now she was calm for her grandson, but for how long? The woman did not want to think about the pain Egor might experience when Klaus received the throne and he would have to fulfill his obligations. The old woman was glad that the boy would be happy at least for this short period of time.
Today Alexander was driving himself and when Klaus came out of the entrance, the man was already waiting for him, casually leaning on the hood.
"Hello," the man smiled.
"Good morning!"
"Rather, good afternoon. You are in an unusually good mood today!"
"Really?" Klaus grinned. "Yes, today I definitely feel on the rise."
'Should I give you a lift?"
"I can take a taxi, don't bother yourself."
"Don't deprive me of the pleasure of spending a little time with you," Sasha answered, getting behind the wheel.
"Then I will gladly take advantage of your offer."
They chatted casually until they arrived at the shabby-looking building where Andrey's office was located. Sasha promised to wait for him and handed Klaus an envelope.
"There is more here than I asked for," the prince noted.
"I seem to remember that you like edged weapons? Consider this my gift to you, and in return you'll call me next time you're in town."
"I'll call you anyway. I owe you, remember?"
"Anyway, I want you to have something that will remind you of your godfather," the man laughed.
Klaus thanked Sasha. In any case, his old katana remained at his uncle's estate, and until he took it, he needed to find a replacement. He doubted that he would be able to buy something similar now, remembering Andrey's underground arsenal, but he got the idea that he could buy something for Egor, for example, a pistol.
So he did. Having taken the finished set of documents, he went down to the arsenal and chose the "GSh-18". The prince himself did not understand firearms, but Andrey's bodyguard assured him. This model is light and compact, but deadly.
When Klaus got back into the car, he showed Alexander the pistol and several boxes of bullets.
"A pistol?" the man was surprised. "I thought you liked edged weapons."
"That's true, but I bought it for someone dear to me. His protection is very important to me, and if he has your gift, I will definitely always remember my godfather," Klaus smiled.
"I see," Sasha said a little sadly. "So, your heart can be melted too. I'm sad, but at the same time I'm happy. Let him protect your dear person well."
"Thank you. Listen," Klaus started the conversation hesitantly. He still didn't quite understand whether it was appropriate to ask him such questions, but he decided that there was no one else to ask.
"Yes?" Sasha glanced at the prince as he drove onto the roadway.
"How... How do you know that this is love?"
"What? Sorry, it's just strange to hear this from a person who just went on and on about a dear person."
"I understand, but it's hard for me to understand all these feelings. How to understand that this is love, and not friendly sympathy, for example."
"Friendship is also a kind of love. Well, look, let's say you like spending time with a person, but when he is not around, you do not really care - this is sympathy. If you are sad when he is not around, you want to do something good for him and, well, I don't know, protect, cherish - this is friendship. And if physical attraction is mixed with all of the above, and after it you get an amazing orgasm - this is already love."
"It's not as complicated as I imagined."
"In fact, feelings are always complicated, and love also manifests itself differently in everyone, I just told you my idea of it. So what conclusion did you come to?"
"Most likely, love, but I need to check the last part a couple more times."
"Ha, so it happened once already?"
'And as you said, it was just…. As if I don't know…. I have nothing to compare it to, I've never had anything like this in my life."
"Then it's definitely love. Sex itself is a pleasant thing and physical pleasure can be obtained with anyone, but when emotional pleasure is mixed in, it all goes to a new level."
"Yes, now I think I understand what you mean."
When Klaus entered the apartment, Egor had already packed their things. Klaus went into the kitchen, where Pouoka was exploiting Lilith to the fullest. The girl didn't mind, and was bustling around the kitchen with enthusiasm. The women set the table full.
"Wow, what kind of holiday are we having?" Klaus asked.
"I'm seeing my grandchildren off and I don't know when they'll deign to visit the old lady again," said Pouoka. The woman was in high spirits.
"So you've already listed me as a relative too?" Klaus smiled.
"Of course! Especially after the latest events," the woman smiled and Egor, who had been silently examining the stain on the table, blushed deeply, but also smiled.
Klaus didn't bother his head with thoughts about what awaited them in a couple of hours. He gave free rein to his emotions, laughed and joked with everyone. Even Lilith noticeably grew bolder and kept up the conversation.
When the late lunch was over, Klaus took out the unfinished portal and looked around.
"Let's do it in the kitchen?" suggested Egor.
Klaus walked up to the wall, scraped off concrete dust with a knife and sprinkled it on the ball.
"Well, is it time to say goodbye?"
"Or maybe it's time to say see you later?" Pouoka corrected him.
'Yes, you're right."
While Egor was hugging Pouoka, Klaus ran magic through the ball and the portal opened. He also turned to his grandmother and awkwardly hugged her.
"See you later, Lilith."
"Sir," the girl called out to him when he had already turned to face the portal.
He stopped and turned around. The girl threw herself on his neck and pressed her lips to his, stunning everyone with her action. Egor was the first to come to his senses.
"Oh, you!!!" he rushed to pull the girl away from Klaus. "What are you standing there for? fuck it, I knew it! What did you promise me?"
Evil Egor pushed the lost Klaus into the portal, then turned to the flushed Lilith.
"He's only mine, got it? Don't you dare do that again!" and he followed the prince.
The girl turned to Pouoka, but the old woman only shook her head with a smile on her lips.
"Oh, girl. I'm afraid my grandson has grabbed your master with a death grip and left you with no chance."
"But he's a guy! And I can give the master much more."
"What your master needs, no one can give," Pouoka shook her head. "Will he throw off this burden himself?"