Mephiles shot up from his sleep in a cold sweat. A nightmare of his parents he had nearly every night. The dark ‘hog sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. He stared at his thin bed sheet before looking out the open window. The full moon had just risen and was a perfect view in front of the ebony hedgehog slaves window. This was going to be another restless night. To which he was going to be fighting to stay awake during the day for his master, Prince Silver.

This Prince was known throughout the whole land. He was the first complete half-and-half demon-angel the world had ever seen. He was a silky white-furred hedgehog with a mixture of his parents looks. From his mother, two long quills that trailed behind him, and the snow fur color, symbols of beauty and elegance to angels. His father, five quills that were placed upon the front of his head, the symbol of ‘mighty strength’ for demons, and golden amber eyes, another symbol to demons as ‘rich in royalty’. To add onto it, he was the most powerful of all, and he was a uke, a male capable of bearing a child.

The ebony hedgehog was much less on power, in the pyramid of being and in power given by birth, he was considered one of the luckiest of slaves. He was a black-furred hedgehog with lime-green cat-like eyes. His quill tips pointed to the sky and were topped, along with his arms and legs, with grey streaks. His power, though intimidating, was the ability to turn into crystal, his skin feeling as cold as ice. But him being a slave, meant he couldn’t use his other form unless commanded.

The kingdom itself, though, was kind of it’s own thing. Since it belonged to the first overworld walking demon, King Darkness, it was magical. Like it had a mind of it’s own. It wouldn’t allow certain things to happen and would adjust the current King or Queen’s ways. And the one thing that has been the same since the palace was first built, no slaves or servants of any kind were to be hurt in anyway. By a fellow or higher up.

Mephiles swung his legs over the side of his cot and felt the cool marble floor come in contact with his bare feet. The soft breeze flew in and sent a nice chill across his open back, his shirt never worn while he slept.

‘What am I going to do about the stupid dream?’ he thought. ‘The Prince will definitely catch up on my slacking of this continues…’ The dark one sighed knowing he wasn’t allowed to leave his quarters during the sleeping hours. “What now?” he said to the air.

The door creaked open, making Mephiles snap his gaze to it. ‘Please don’t be one of the guards again…’ he thought. To his luck, he met soft amber eyes of an albino-colored hedgehog he knew well. Mephiles tilted his head to the side confused. “Master?” he questioned.

Said hedgehog walked into the room and slowly closed the door behind him. “You should be asleep,” he says in a soft whisper.

“Restless,” was the simple reply.

“How come, might I ask?’ Silver questions while striding over to his slave and placing himself next to him on the cot.

“Nightmares.”

“Of?”

Mephiles was quiet for a moment. Uneasy with talking about his parents’ deaths. He was so young when it had happened, it could be called a trauma. Flashes of his father bleeding on the ground and mother being raped all the while he was held captive in another bandits arms, zip through his mind.

“Mephiles?” the young prince calls.

The called slave flinches slightly from being brought back to the present. He shakes his head to get rid of the uneased pit in his head, that began to grown in his stomach, and replied, “It’s nothing for you to worry about Master.”

Silver set a gentle hand on the others arm, worriedly saying, “Is it what makes you so tired during the day? These nightmares? I have noticed how sluggish and out-of-mind you’d get while doing certain tasks.”

Mephiles flinches. He turned his head away and bit his lip. Tears threatened at his eyes at knowing he’d have to tell of the pain he’s kept inside for all these years. The ebony hedgehog took a deep breath, and said, “It was when I was younger. Before I was made a slave. Me and my parents were travelling across the fields. We were always moving from place to place, seeing all sorts of beautiful things. Animals and scenery alike. But one night, a group of bandits attacked us. My father tried to fight them off. He was slashed across the chest and left on the ground to die. My mother was forced to her knees, and raped by half the men. One at a time, some two at a time. All the while, I was held by another. He forced to watch my father die bleeding and my mother from beatings. After they were done with my parents, they sold me to the market.”

Silver was silent. Shocked at gaining the new information. But it didn’t last long as he heard a single sniff from the slave. The prince grit his teeth in a moment, then threw one leg over the other’s lap. Silver gripped his shoulders and faced Mephiles as he now leaned against him. Golden eyes stared down into lime-green.

“M-Master?” the flustered slave questioned.

“Having harsh experiences myself, I mentally mourn for you. The reason you cannot sleep is because you haven’t let go. I had the same troubles once before, I will admit. But I had come down to speak of that I had something else in mind, yet with a different reason now,” Silver said neutrally.

“W-Why had you c-come down M-Master?”

Silver leaned in close to Mephiles’ face, his hands behind the dark neck as to not allow him to back away. “To help you get over. To forget about them. Just for one night.”

Mephiles stared at him with shock and confusion. “W-What d-do you m-mean Master?” he said, his breathing starting to become shorter.

Amber eyes went from a hard, neutral to a lustful gaze. “I mean,” he leaned in to where their lips just grazed, “I want to make love with you.”

Mephiles could only sit there with complete shock. His mind began to run wild with questions, thoughts, and situations. But every last thing disappeared, when soft lips pressed against his own. He froze.

HIs Master was kissing him. His Master was kissing him. With passion. And love. Like he had done it before. But… why him? There are plenty of slaves and servants and even guards in this palace. Him, out of all of them. Why?

Even with the thought of possibly being killed by the princess, whom was very protective of her brother, the slave slowly kissed back. His hands began to move to the others hips, going around them and up the back. Silver’s hands moved down Mephiles’ back and up into his quills. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

Mephiles was the one to break the heated passion. Both panted from lack of air, their breaths mingling together. “M-Master-”

“Silver. Call me Silver,” the prince cut off.

“S-Silver. Why me?”

Golden eyes open to look at the other. “What do you mean?”

“Why me? Out of everyone in the palace, me. Why?”

Silver chuckled. “You never noticed?”

Mephiles looked at him confused. “Noticed what?”

“How different you are. You’re not like the others. They’re told of my sister, and fear to do wrong when I command them. You, you act relaxed. As if I was just another master. You didn’t run off when I needed something, you didn’t get scared when I told you you did something wrong, and most of all, you didn’t fear my sister. Which makes you even more remarkable. You’re truly unique. And… over time… I’ve come to notice, that… I’ve grown feelings for you…… I love you…” Silver looked away and bit his lip after saying those words.

Mephiles stared at him. He really didn’t notice how different he was from the others. He just did as told. Keeping the consequences in the back of his head, saving them for when he had to make a major decision. But the last three words was what made him realize… that he too had started growing feelings for his master.

Mephiles shot forward and went into another lip-lock, not caring about what would happen anymore. He was in love, and nothing was going to change that.

It was Silver’s turn to be thrown off guard. He stared wide-eyed at Mephiles. If said ‘hog wasn’t holding him from the back, he would’ve fallen to the floor. Mephiles, once again, broke the kiss. He stared at the sun-colored orbs and said, “I love you too… Silver.”

The prince felt his chest blossom with happiness. He reunited them into another kiss. Mephiles rocked them back and forth when the met. He held onto the other, making sure they wouldn’t break. The ebony then moved to the side, and set the young prince on the cot. His dark hands travelled up ivory sides as he slowly removed the shirt.

Silver moaned from the feeling and let the other take off the cloth. He then helped the other with removing what he had left on. Once all clothing was removed, Mephiles got more physical. His hand graze up the middle of Silver’s back. He grinded his slowly rousing erection with his new lover’s. While one hand was grazing the albino back, the other rubbed a lone nub on Silver’s chest.

Silver broke the kiss as he moaned. Mephiles moved down to his neck and started nibbling on the soft skin, leaving small hickeys. After satisfying his claiming need, he moved down to Silver’s chest. His tongue cascaded across the open area.

Silver’s gasps and soft moans filled the room. Though he tried to keep the sound to a minimum, not wanting to get caught. M-Mephiles…” he gasped.

The called hedgehog growled huskily, moving lower down the abdomen. He stayed in a spot on his stomach, licking every inch as if it were dirty. Before going even lower, and facing his love’s erecting. With one teasing lick, Silver became a panting mess as his hand flung up to his mouth to muffle his sounds. Mephiles smirked.

He engulfed the member whole. Silver gasped loudly and arched his back. Mephiles’ head bobbed as he sucked off the other. For Mephiles, Silver’s gasps were becoming dull. He pulled off the member and crawled back up his body. He hovered right over his face and took in the details of his pleasure-filled look. His face was scrunched up and eyes squeezed closed, mouth agape with hot pants of air coming out, ears pinned back, and arms over his head. To Mephiles, it was something he was going to remember and try for every time they would make love in the future.

Silver slowly opened his eyes and met the amused green. “Tired already?” Mephiles teased.

Silver rolled his eyes. “I can go all night.” He then flipped them over so he was on top. Mephiles was taken aback by the sudden movement but it turned into a devious smirk.

“I’m all yours,” he said while leaning back on the cot, “Master,” he finished with tease.

Silver scoffed and straightened before saying, “Fine then slave. You have forgotten what I had asked of you earlier. To refer to me by my name. For it, you’ll be punished.”

(Now it’s just roleplay with these two… and I’m starting to fangirl while writing this. I’m sorry if it starts to turn out bad…)

Mephiles faked a pout. “It was my mistake. Punish me in the worst way possible.”

“Oh, I will.” Silver lifted himself up, and slammed back down on Mephiles member.

“NGH!!” Mephiles half-moaned. He then panted and looked up to see Silver being the same. He placed a hand on his side and asked, “Are you alright?”

Silver nodded. “I’m fine Meph…” ‘You’re just as big as I imagined,’ he finished in his head. Silver slowly moved up and down. “Are you alright M-Meph?”

“Y-Yeah… It’s just… you’re s-so… tight…”

Silver let out a half-hearted chuckle. When he brought himself up again, he slammed back down, repeating the actions. Moans filled the small quarters, neither of them caring anymore if they’re heard.

Mephiles began to thrust up into Silver. He moved in different angles, looking for a certain area. A loud moan from Silver indicated he found his target. He slammed into that spot and was earned the same response. He continued to hit the soft spot, feeling Silver’s walls clench around his member every time.

They were both close to their climaxes.With one final hard thrust, both hedgies moaned out and spilled their loads. Mephiles deep within Silver and Silver on Mephiles’ chest. The ivory ‘hog fell on the ebony ‘hog, panting.

“I…love… you…” Mephiles panted.

“I lo… love y-you… too…” Silver said. He then moved up and kissed Mephiles passionately, who kissed back.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in stomped the princess.

(^w^)