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Chapter 4
Osamu was enjoying his everyday routine of wandering around his room, waiting for the maids to deliver his breakfast as he continued to finish the papers his father assigned for him to finish. Once they arrived, he noticed a pigeon flutter into his window and sat still, appearing to be looking at him. A bit uneasy, he was surprised that the maids giggled softly before gesturing to the envelope sitting on top of the many paperwork he had to go through.
“Your highness, this bird came in with two envelopes attached to its beak. One was for the king and queen. The second letter seems to be addressed to you.”
Sure enough, his name was neatly scrawled on the fine white paper that he recognized as his brother’s writing. Dismissing the ladies, he didn’t pay the other things any heed and focused on getting the letter open. He quickly took note of the pigeon just staying still, probably awaiting for him to send a reply back. It amazed him that such a bird managed to arrive in such a healthy state. Usually, the crows and the eagles around the area would pick on such a small defenseless bird.
Dare he say, it’s almost too magical.
As soon as he got the contents out, Crown Prince Osamu began to read the letter he received from his twin brother who has been away for almost a week. A slight crease began to develop between his eyebrows as he read the letter, making out the words Atsumu scrawled down.
My dearest brother,
Foremost, how are you doing? I believe the kingdom is in great hands since it’s still under father’s, and not yours. If you find that insulting, then that means you don’t have a great sense of humor… but please don’t have my head cut off once I get back. Well, that is, if I ever get back alive.
Osamu had to pause his reading and reread the sentence he just saw. Concern started to swirl around his head for the safety of his brother. While Atsumu was quite annoying and close to damaging his head, Osamu loved him and there would be no other man whom he could rely on during his darkest moments. Additionally, Atsumu was the only one who knew whom he gave his heart to and understood him. To lose Atsumu would be to lose the other half of him.
Shaking his head of the image of the person he had been longing for to spend time with, Osamu went back to reading.
Don’t be frightened, however. I am doing quite well, too well in fact for such a perilous trip to slay a monster. Days and nights passing by as I travelled were almost as if time was quickly draining my life. But lo and behold, as soon as I arrived, there was no tower. Quite a disappointment, I tell you that. Instead, what greeted me was a quite forest and a watermelon patch owned by one of the nicest people I know despite his face that continuously screams murder.
Yet, this man was not the same man people have been whispering about. He wasn’t a cold blooded killer nor a malicious entity they were making him out to be. Sakusa Kiyoomi was the one who rescued me in my time of need just as I was close to succumbing to hunger which possibly may have claimed my life. The fact that he is a sorcerer is still there, but he isn’t an evil one. Although I’m not sure whether he is a hundred percent good as well.
What?
Osamu blinked a few times before continuing, making sure to absorb the details as he went on.
These days I’ve been spending time with him, my heart seems to burn. It gets hot and beats loudly, I’m afraid that he might hear and chastise me. Days would also come where being near him is just too much that it begins to make my whole body ache. It seems like I can’t live without him when I know I have before I met him. This is sounding like a sappy poem you write every night. You’re an expert in this field since you are in love with—
My dear brother, I would certainly kill you if this message were ever picked up by someone else and expose me like this!
—Sir Suna, what do you think is wrong with me? Do you think I’m experiencing some kind of illness? I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite but I think this man has bewitched me despite telling me he isn’t the type of individual to do so.
Bewitched… my idiotic brother, it is quite clear that you harbor romantic feelings for this sorcerer!
Anyways, I hope that once you receive this letter, I have got my answer to whatever I am going through right now. Please do tell mother and father to take care of themselves. And you too, don’t eat too much cake or you’ll blow up like a balloon and fly away that I have to resume your position. Just don’t, I currently love what I’m doing right now. Keep safe.
Your dearest handsome brother,
Atsumu Miya
Second Prince of Inari Kingdom
Putting down the letter, Osamu had to massage his temple a few times. As he did, he cracked a smile and took a few papers, writing down his reply. However, as he was in the middle of writing, he stopped. Turning to glance up at the pigeon, he chuckled. “My, my… it’s been days! I’m sure that stupid brother of mine has gotten his answer. Don’t you think so?”
Just as he expected, the bird didn’t respond. Cooing and pooping on the window was all it did as Osamu crumpled his letter. He took the pigeon in his hands before gently throwing it up, the bird fluttering its small wings. Flying away.
“But don’t worry, Atsumu… you’re always welcome to come back.”
“Do you think that pigeon died on its way there?”
Sakusa stilled before throwing him a confused gaze. “How so? I made sure to embed it with protective magic before letting it go. I’m sure your brother and parents got the message. Although, it is up to them to reply.” He went back to watering his watermelon patch, while letting Atsumu do the weeding.
“I don’t know… I just have a slight feeling that my brother may have attacked it and ate it.”
“What?!”
At the troubled look on Sakusa’s face, Atsumu laughed. “Did you actually believe that? My god, my brother would never do such a horrid act.” Then, remembering that his brother is Osamu, he quietly adds. “Or maybe he would, if he was stuck in his room all day.”
A sigh from Sakusa made him stop, not wanting to cause more trouble for the sorcerer who continued to care for his crops. Atsumu stared. He stared at the way the man watered and made space for his watermelons to grow. He watched as Sakusa wiped the sweat rolling down his forehead under the heat of the sun. At that mere sight alone, Atsumu found himself growing hotter and looked away.
That damn Osamu, what is taking him so long to write a reply? I need answers to my dilemma!
Unbeknownst to him, Sakusa turned and gazed at him with concern. The other day, while his head was up in the clouds, Atsumu stumbled and hit his head again on one of his clay pots. Thankfully the pot didn’t shatter, nor did the prince’s head. Plus, his face is redder than a tomato most of the team. Could it be possible that the prince contracted a flu?
While healing and medication isn’t his forte, it wouldn’t hurt to try to make something for the prince who may have caught something. Out of curiosity, Sakusa took off his gloves and approached the prince. Despite not wanting to get germs, the only way to know someone’s temperature was to touch them.
Just for once, Sakusa wants to touch him. See if the prince was still there and not some apparition plaguing him for days.
As soon as he got close, Atsumu spun around and Sakusa had to fight back smacking the man on the head for shocking him. Atsumu blinked a few times, not knowing what was going on when a cool calm pressed against his forehead.
“W-what—”
“Are you sick? Tell me honestly.” Sakusa grumbled, narrowing his eyes at him like he was inspecting each feature on his face to see telltale signs of having some kind of illness. Atsumu laughed, shaking his head at the worrywart.
“I’m not sick Omi—”
“Then how come your face is so red?”
That’s because you’re so near to me, damn it!
“T-that’s… um…” Unable to find words to reason out, Atsumu scratched his head and gave the sorcerer a sheepish smile. “I’m doing good, actually. Plus, you don’t have to go out of your way to check whether or not I’m sick. I mean, just look at your expression right now. I can tell you don’t want to touch me.”
Teeth gritted, Sakusa clicked his tongue. “I have the right to be concerned! If you get sick, I too get sick. I don’t have the time to be under the influence of some flu because a certain somebody says he doesn’t have one.”
Okay…
Forcing Sakusa’s hand away, the prince flashed him a small smile. “I’m fine, no need to concern yourself with me. It’s just a little bit hot, that’s all.”
Sakusa couldn’t pinpoint the emotion raging within him as he watched the prince walk back to the house, a solemn look on his face. He didn’t know what he did or said to make the man appear so sad. It was bugging him instantly. What more when the prince started to become quiet. Avoiding his gaze or even talking less than he usually did before. Their daily routine wasn’t affected, but their relationship was.
Sakusa, for the first time in a while, felt scared.
He never had any fear whenever those kingdoms sent their princes to kill him and whenever he chased them away. He didn’t feel fear when his master had to abandon him during times when he needed guidance the most. Yet here he was, afraid that this man, whom he just spent weeks with, had enough and is going to leave him.
Perhaps it’s because he never had any friends other than his master that Sakusa was like this, yet living in this world for almost two decades is enough to know more than the younger ones.
They called this emotion love and it terrifies him.
Right after cooking breakfast, Atsumu would usually be in the garden doing the watering. However, when Sakusa came by to announce that the food was ready, he wasn’t there. Panic surged throughout his whole system with every step he took as he peeked at every room to look for the prince.
Is he gone? No, that can’t be right. He said he’ll never leave, yet why is he not there? Did he say something about going out? Where would he even go? Wait, did he really leave me here? With no warning or a goodbye? Atsumu—
“Oh, what’s wrong?”
Atsumu raised an eyebrow at Sakusa, who went still. He was just out by the river, trying to catch some fish for lunch later when he arrived to see Sakusa frantically searching for something. He could only guess what was bothering the young sorcerer when Sakusa ran up to him with an unreadable expression across his features. Thinking that the latter was angry at him, he began to back up in fear.
“Whoa, I was just outside trying to…” Atsumu lost his breath when Sakusa tightly embraced him. “Eh? Omi, what’s wrong? Are you okay? You’re starting to make me worry—”
“Don’t.”
Don’t? Don’t what?
“What are trying to say—”
“Don’t scare me like that.” he replied softly, his warm breath tickling Atsumu’s neck which made the hairs all over his upper body stand. Atsumu didn’t know what happened for him to act this way, but whatever it was, he thanked them. “When I went to the garden, you weren’t there…”
“Wait, wait, hold on.” Atsumu struggled to pry himself away from the suddenly clinging man and looked up to him with a confused expression. “You’re like this… because of me? Were you afraid that I may have left?”
A small gasp escaped the sorcerer’s lips and pulled away, aware of the information he suddenly slipped. He wasn’t going to tell anybody, not even the prince. He wasn’t going to make his feelings known since he wasn’t even sure if the prince felt the same way. Because what terrified him more than love was complete utter rejection.
Watching as Sakusa’s first began to tremble on his sides, Atsumu finally got the answer he has been pondering for days. Yes, this was what he was seeking for. He knew the answer all along yet chose not to believe it.
He was indeed bewitched by the handsome sorcerer.
“Omi.”
“Wha—” Sakusa turned just in time as Atsumu leaned up to press his lips against his. Whole body rigid at the action, Sakusa was surprised he didn’t want to pull away. And neither did Atsumu.
They were attracted to one another and as they say, if both sides attract it creates a bond.
As their lips continued to press on one another, Atsumu became a little daring and licked Sakusa’s lower lip. The latter flinched at the erotic act, cursing under his breath before kissing the prince back, more hotly this time.
Exchanging kisses and moans, Atsumu found himself bent on the kitchen table with his pants down. He never would have thought that Sakusa, a very prim and proper man who liked dust eliminated from everything down to his vocabulary, had dirty thoughts. A groan slipped past his lips when Sakusa found his growing member under his braies.
Very dirty thoughts.
“O-Omi, are you really going to go there?” Atsumu chuckles in between moans. Sakusa was rubbing his erect cock with his huge hand while another thing was brushing against his bottom. Despite not knowing the length and size, the prince knew it was hard as a rock. “And here I-I thought, ah, you didn’t like to get dirty.”
“Shut it, Atsumu.”
Wow.
Table sex was something he heard from a few ladies in the court as they whisper with one another. According to them, it was enjoyable due to the thrill of getting caught in the kitchen and how the position would make the man’s dong go even deeper. Atsumu kept that in mind, although he never fathomed to be the one getting rimmed or ever doing it with another male. A chill ran up his spine when he felt something wet and slimy being poured onto his hole, however he didn’t dare question what it was.
Somehow, one thing led to another and he found himself moaning helplessly as Sakusa inserted another finger up his ass. They have been doing this for a few minutes now and Atsumu’s legs were almost numb. Plus, he didn't like how it was so moist between his legs, his cock leaking.
“Omi… Kiyoomi… ah, do you know what you’re doing?” he questioned lightly, head spinning at the pleasures running through his whole being. Then, the fingers instantly slipped out and something else replaced it, one that didn’t seem to go through all the way. Realizing what it was, Atsumu braced himself.
Sakusa exhaled loudly as his cock went in smoothly, adjusting once in a while as not to hurt his partner. Testing the waters was a bit hard due to not knowing whether Atsumu was groaning due to the pain or pleasure. This was all very new to them. Yet Sakusa didn’t back down and continued to thrust slowly. Soon, he found a rhythm and started thrusting into the gasping prince, watching him writhing under his intense gaze.
The smell of sweat, fluids and the scent of the forest filled their nostrils. The usual early morning silence painted with their sounds of lust, pain and love, all mixed together in their shared space. It grew even more louder, drowning out the chirping birds as Sakusa pounded even further into the sobbing Atsumu, his hands clutching the table for dear life.
If you asked them both, neither could predict this outcome. All too sudden and sweet. But neither would trade any moment for this.
A long low moan rumbling from his throat, Sakusa instantly pulled out and came. Collapsing into the arms of the tired but satisfied prince. None of them spoke, too enchanted by what just happened. When Atsumu finally recovered, he patted the sorcerer’s shoulder and chuckled.
“Wow…”
Kissing Atsumu’s collarbone, Sakusa echoed back with a small smile.
“Wow.”