"Cassiel, let me help you up," Prince Angelus offered, his voice sounding all soft and fluffy.
"Go away, don't touch me," he forcefully waved his arm, nearly causing Prince Angelus to fall to the ground.
Prince Angelus bit his lower lip, feeling bullied, but didn't voice it out. He pushed back his discomfort and slithered his hand once again in the nook of Cassiel's arm.
"I know you are upset. I came here to pacify you. Can you hear me out?"
Cassiel rolled to his side, giving his back to the prince, and continued frowning.
"Lady Saskia and I have nothing between us. I have no interest in being her friend, let alone marrying her. I promise you," he explained.
Cassiel remained unresponsive. Backed to a corner of the next move to pull to warm the shapeshifter's heart, he spooned Cassiel from behind.
Their arms touching. The part of his skin that made contact with him starts to heat up. It feels strange... exhilarating. It was the second time he was this close to Cassiel.
His heart was beating fast. Prince Angelus grew eager to learn more about the new sensations brought about by the shapeshifter.
There was no one else around but the two of them. Oh, there were guards, of course, but they were outside, patrolling and guarding the premises.
Cassiel turned to him, smiling with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes which seemed almost black in the darkness of the room. "Your Highness, you shouldn't do this. Your fiancee might misunderstand and hate me," he pouted.
"Shapeshifter, you concern yourself too much about people having no hearing whatsoever. Can you worry about me too?" he returned Cassiel's smile.
He rewarded him with a close feel of a heavy, masculine hand on his shapeshifter's slim waist.
"Are you really engaged to her?" Cassiel shifts and leans his forehead on Angelus's forehead. "We didn't even get to finish that talk about Gael, and now I must worry about Lady Saskia, too."
Prince Angelus's heart which had already been racing for a while, started pounding.
He's never talked this intimately with someone, and neither did he ever get so close, not with Gael nor with Lady Saskia.
It felt strange to have their eyes so close and locked with each other. The clear brown eyes staring into his own were tearing the layers of his walls apart and getting a peak of his soul.
"I have nothing to do with Lady Saskia. As for Gael, I'm not sure what to say," He said, his chest tight as he thought of how Cassiel might interpret his words.
"Too bad," Cassiel whispers. He leans closer, and then, with a warning...his lips land on Angelus's lips.
Oh, my moon!
Prince Angelus's mind exploded. Cassiel was kissing him again. His lips are hot and firm. They hit up Angelus's whole body, starting from his chest and spreading all the way down to the tips of his toes.
Angelus moves closer, and the bed beneath them dips deeper and the move pulls them closer. From their first time, Angelus had a little experience on what he should do.
He used his tongue to taste Cassiel's lips and explore his mouth while his hands touched his chest and back. They ran up his thigh until they reached the top.
"Aah," Cassiel's lips parted and a moan escapes him.
Slowly, Angelus struggles to untangle Cassiel's robes. With a snap of his fingers, Cassiel magically sheds their clothes and lays them on top of one another on the floor.
Prince Angelus broke the kiss. He didn't pull back; he rested his forehead on his shapeshifters and gasped for breath.
"Tch! Sometimes I forget that you are magic. But be careful, the palace isn't a place to use magic. There are artifacts put all over to detect magic being used, and then the Kahhori takes over from there."
"Darling, the Kahhori will meet their match if they dare to come at me. I am Cassiel Lavar Stormborn, snow prince of Adar, son of the Silver house of snow queen Adaria of Ocirenna, I am of the first and the first are one with me!" he pulls Angelus on top of him.
Prince Angelus was amazed at the grand introduction Cassiel gave. He hadn't expected the male to let his guard down and give him his real identity and background.
Without a word, Cassiel directs Angelus's hard cock to his opening as he lifts his head and kisses Angelus's neck.
Whatever need Angelus felt Cassiel wanted from him...he wanted it too, deeply.
Staring into Cassiel's dark eyes, he pushes it inside. "Tch!" the shapeshifter winced. It hurt at first, but the soothing movement of Angelus's hand, stroking his hai,r, made it bearable.
The sensation of the penetration was so intense... wonderful... and overwhelming.
Cassiel cried out as his entire body shuddered. It released his pent-up arousal and expressed his hunger.
His voice is in the room, and nothing drowns it from leaving the Prince's chambers.
After hours of making love in different positions, defiling the Prince's virgin bed. Angelus collapsed on the bed, breathing and heaving, with Cassiel falling to rest on top of him while resting his head on Angelus's chest.
"Did I just hear you say that you are a prince?" he asked, processing the introduction Cassiel made. "That was a grand title...and this is coming from Prince Angelus Tiberius Rathmore, grand prince of Sevigoria and heir apparent to the throne," he joked.
"Believe it or not, once upon a time, my name would've shaken you to the ground."
Prince Angelus pushed Cassiel's hair from covering his face and peered into those dark brown eyes. "I've never heard of Adar, Ocirenna, or the snow queen of Adaria. Where are you from?"
"My home was destroyed long ago by enemies who no longer roam this earth. Adar mountain is all that is left of what was once a beautiful kingdom of snow," Cassiel answered, his tone sincere and pained at the recollection of his home.
"I had no idea. My condolences for your home," Angelus sympathized with him. "I am glad that I now know something personal about you."
Cassiel smiled. Ice covered his brown eyes and glazed over. Snow flowed through his veins as he got lost in the thoughts of his mother and his home.
Angelus inhaled sharply, biting his lip, and curled up at the iciness of Cassiel's touch and body.
"Darlin, you are getting a little c-cold," his teeth rattled together, the chill crawling under his skin.
Cassiel blinked away his daze. His eyes cleared and the temperature of his body adjusted to the one in the room.
"Sorry, I...forgive me," he pulled the quilt to cover the nakedness of his body and walked over to fetch his clothes from the floor.
"Hey, I am not upset," Angelus clarified in panic, he didn't like how Cassiel was exiting his room. "I don't mind the cold. You can..."
"I should go," Cassiel got dressed, his face dull and his expression dour.
Angelus played with the bedsheet. Afraid to look at Cassiel's sad face. "Did I say something wrong? I feel like you are angry with me and I don't want you to leave upset."
"I ruined the mood when I mentioned my home. Don't worry, wild cat, I will back to my old spirits next we meet," He said.
By the time Angelus lifted his head to face him, he had already vanished into thin air. 'I shouldn't have asked about his home. I must find a way to make it up to him when next we meet!'