“You keep staring at me. Do I look laughable to you?” The raspy voice was even deeper because of the cold. The man’s noise and cheeks were red from the snowy air and his hair had a touch of ice at the ends.

“No! By the Gods, no!” Maurice pleaded out. He justified himself, on the one hand because the man was a little intimidating and on the other it was not true at all. Maurice admired the man more for his looks and way of speaking. It shivered the prince exactly in the right places. He never felt something like this before. But he wouldn’t tell a stranger things like that. Or anyone else.

Alexander nodded and brought in the wood. His bag was squirming around and when Maurice saw the halfway to death looking rabbit he started screaming. The man turned around and grabbed the panicking prince, holding his big hand over the vulgarized mouth.

“Quiet! Or I will make you.” Threatened Alexander. Teeth grinding, while pushing his hand harder onto the soft lips of Maurice. The prince eyes were widened in shock. Not only because of the dying rabbit but also by the thought of Alexander killing him. The man hands were big enough to snap his neck in seconds without the need of strength.

After a while the men let Maurice go and closed the still opened door. It snowed inside and the little cabin got cold. Maurice started to shake again. He was watching Alexander giving the rabbit the rest and sunk underneath the fur blanket again. He had seen enough murder the past few days; he didn’t need to see another pure soul leave this realm without fulfilling their purpose.

“You’re cold?” The deep voice assured outside the cozy fur blanket realm. Maurice peeked out of the blankets. Alexander squatted down right in front of the bed. His voice was milder and softer than before. His big hand was on top of Maurice’s thigh and a dazzling feeling started to form right beneath it. The prince’s heart started to race once again.

“Yes. Do you have anything warm in here?” The prince’s answer was just a whiff, but Alexander knew what this body language meant, even if Maurice didn’t know it yet.

“I may know how to warm you up.” Alexander growled while simultaneously grabbing both thighs of Maurice’s. The strong hands were making their way up towards the finish line. Maurice breath drippled in speed. His body was aching for Alexander’s touch, but his mind was challenging his body as usual.

“Oh, I don’t, I’m not, y-you know...” Stuttering his words into the cold. Alexander knew from experience that he wouldn’t get what he wanted if he pressures the person. They would come to him when they were ready for it. And he was sure Maurice wouldn’t take long either.

“It’s up to you. I’m not going to pressure you into things. Doesn’t matter what type of things.” Maurice body shivered hearing the words. His Papa Edgar would always tell him that the right person would never pressure or push the person they love. The prince was sure that Alexander wasn’t in love with him, but he does care. Maurice was looking behind the man to avoid his strong gaze.

“You’re thinking about it?” A cheeky smile grazed Alexanders face, while he played with his words. He would let Maurice’s decide on his own, but he never said he would give him an easy game. Maurice went over the though repeatedly. He couldn’t deny the attraction towards the sapphire blue eyes, the cheeky smile and mesmerizing accent. But was this newly found attraction the reason to do such drastic measures?

“I, you know, like I-I..” Maurice’s stuttering got worse the more he thought about Alexander devouring him. “If you don’t want too, you don’t have too. Not a lot of people get lost here or visit me. And it was an idea, not a plan.” Alexander assured his though behind it. Maurice shook his head, still deep in thought. “I’m not sure.” He said without stuttering but almost as quiet as a mouse. Alexander watched the lad in front of him a few seconds before he continued his routine.

“I’m going to grab a few furs to keep you warm while YOU keep that adorable thinking face.” Alexander’s accent was buzzing through Maurice bones, making him shiver on another level. As the man turned around, the way smaller prince jumped up. Standing inches away, catching each other breaths. Maurice had to stretch his neck to look the man directly in the eyes.

“Wouldn’t you flirt so much with me I wouldn’t even think about it.” He screeched out. Maurice hated it when people played with him. Every day another man or woman would complement him. How his hair felt. How he moved so elegant. His voice is said to be mesmerising, almost like a sea goddess. It was more than annoying for the prince. 

“I’m flirting?” Said Alexander honestly surprised. He pinched the small chin of Maurice between his fingers, pushing it further up. Immediately the warmth started to spread threw his entire body. Alexander believed that Maurice warmth was unique, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.

“The way you speak, putting the words in a rhythm.” Maurice heart was racing again. Alexander would be killing him with his actions. The other was close enough to feel the breath on his skin. The men pulled up his brow, questioning Maurice words.

“I’ve no idea what that means, clever boy.” The charming words were enough to warm up Maurice from the inside and shine through his now red cheeks. In fact, he didn’t need anything else then just Alexander’s accent tripping words. He could feast on them for eternity.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Your accent makes my bone’s shake.” Maurice responded carefully. Afterall, he met this man a few hours ago, mainly blacked out. The onyx haired man could’ve killed him already, but the prince took his still beating heart as prove that he was save with him around.

“Only my accent, you seemed more turned on by something else.” A deep laugh ensured into the biting cold. Alexander knew that people from the other side liked their accents. But he never thought about having the own pleasure of meeting someone from the man hold island, being wrapped in by his accent.

“Yes.” Maurice pleaded out. His body was giving into the touch of Alexander. The warmth slowly creeping towards his face, down his shoulders and stomach. He knew everything was as read as fathers roses. But he held still, secretly loving the touch he subconsciously longed for. When the men turned away, as if the conversation was over. Maurice tried to get him back, unfortunately not very elegant.

“Your eyes speak too. There’s a lot of pain behind them, but you try to hide it. You don’t have too. I always wanted to help people.” Before the prince realized that he made a huge mistake, that may cost his life. Alexander was already pressing the smaller body into the fur beneath them. Holding the jaw with one hand, while clenching his teeth. The lovely sapphire turned into indigo. Now not only pain was mirrored by his eyes but also a deep anger, directly coming from his soul. Maurice started shaking in fear. Not knowing if he sealed his own fate with a few words.

“Now I have to say if you continue to talk like that, I’ll take you right on the ground. Shutting both sweet holes.” The growl of Alexander stopped the shaking for a few seconds before it came back stronger. The prince wasn’t sure if he was turned on by the statement or scared. But Maurice was sure his eyes looked like the death rabbits eyes. Widen in fear, not ready to die or make the words come true.

Alexander’s right hand was still holding the small jaw in place, while his left hand started to draw a line from the straight hairline down the bow like lips of Maurice. He parted them with his thumb. Maurice closed his eyes. His body was not only trembling in fear, but also brewing a weird feeling in his stomach.  The moment Alexander’s thumb left the lips, Maurice felt a wave of bravery overcoming him.

“Because I speak the truth.” It was only a shaky breath. Alexander came closer, pushing his knee up between Maurice leg, what made the prince squeak.

“Shut your sweet mouth or I will do it for you.” Whispered the dangerously looking man. Their lips meat for a brief second and Maurice felt the little biz of excited. That was the moment he wanted more of it. Even if he had to rile up the man on top of him, to make it happen.

“You don’t dare, I’m the future King of Meraki, I could behead you for this.” Eyes flattering shut. Without a though Maurice blurred out the words. Alexander never heard of Meraki and though it was Maurice way of protecting himself, so he playfully raises and eyebrow before continuing his torture.

“If that thought makes you feel better.” Alexander waited a few seconds before he laid his lips onto Maurice’s. He didn’t want to scare the little one and he really needed it after all these years out alone. Being with himself was fun at first, but after a while everyone starts longing after a foreign touch. A loving voice, screaming and begging, while having his name on their lips.

The moment Maurice felt Alexander’s lips the feeling in his stomach exploded and roamed his body in highspeed. At first the prince was too shocked to kiss back. He felt too scared to make a wrong move. Alexander intensified the kiss as an assurance that it was alright. Maurice eventually glided into the rhythm. His hands grabbing the fur underneath. Knuckle white from the pressure he put on his hands and fingers. If he wasn't already laying, he would have to sit down. Knees trembling under the newly found pleasure. It felt like a whole new realm opened in front of the younger one. A realm he was excited to explore. Hopefully with Alexander by his side. Leading the way into the unknown.

Gasping for air the kiss was broken. A dizzy with dilated pupils and screaming red cheeks Maurice was love gazing Alexander. Gripping now onto the jacket the man wore. “You’re pure.” Whispered Alexander before crashing his lips back onto the already swollen ones of Maurice.