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The Fire of the Heart by: Raye and Ashlyn
Cyprus kept his head down as he rode through the streets of Cyrodill, the shy young man didn't want to leave his home in the mountains but it was necessary. He was to be the only representative of his race in the palace. Cyprus' steal grey eyes swept the grounds of the palace, he dismounted and handed his reins to a servant and stood, scratching at the earth with the toe of his boots waiting patiently. A young guard knocked lightly on the prince's door. "My lord, the Tamera is here." Sheridan looked up from a large book that rested in his lap, he let out a heavy sigh as he placed the book on the night stand and rose to his feet. The prince brushed back a strand of dark blue streaked auburn hair and walked out of the bedroom. The guard bowed to his lord. "He's in the courtyard, his name's Cyprus... I think."
"Alright." Sheridan answered with a nod as he straightened his tie and walked down the dimly lit hallway, his hands sliding into the pockets of his coat. Cyprus looked up at the sound of the door opening; he studied the prince with quiet detachment. Sheridan gave a small acknowledging nod at the younger teenager and leaned up against the closed front door. Cyprus stroked his horse silently, he wasn't a good conversationalist. Sheridan let out another sigh and walked over to Cyprus, silently studying the younger male. "So... your name's Cyprus? Correct?" The young horse master nodded. "Then you must be Prince Sheridan?" "Yes." Sheridan answered as he crossed his arms over his chest casually and continued to study the dark haired teen. Cyprus shivered as he felt the prince's eyes trace his body. "Relax." Sheridan said, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. "I don't move that fast." The older teenager smiled softly to himself. "Come inside, I'll show you to you room. Unless of course you wish to remain out here." Cyprus removed the saddlebags and ran his fingers through the silver mane. "Run free Medala." He murmured. The mare nuzzled the young man's hand and left Cyprus alone with the prince. "Show me." He said softly to Sheridan. Sheridan opened the front door and led the younger teenager toward the end of the hall to a large wooden door at the end of the aisle. "This... Will be your room." Cyprus pushed open the door and looked at the room, it was considerably larger than any room he had ever been in. "It's so big. I could get lost in here." "You don't sound too thrilled about that." The older teen answered rolling his eyes. "It's not that... My people are nomads. We live in tents and such." "Ah. I see." Cyprus said nothing. "Well, if you want to change... There are clothes in the closet; they should fit you just fine." The prince said walking back over to the bedroom door. "When you're finished I'll be in the study." "And where is that?" Sheridan laughed softly. "Third floor, it's the only room on that floor. You can't miss it." The prince answered before leaving the room. Cyprus groaned softly. "It's like he's trying to make me lost." After changing and wandering for a moment or two, he managed to find the stairs and made his way to the study. Sheridan was sitting in an arm chair in a corner of the room reading a large leather bounded book. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you reading?" the younger man asked, closing the distance between them. "Twilight's Prophecy, it's an okay book if you're into magic." "Ah." "I read a lot." Sheridan answered as he leaned back in his seat. "I read when I can, but books are hard to come by in my land." "Well..." Sheridan said as he brushed back his auburn hair. "You have plenty of them now, and you are more than welcomed here when ever you want." Cyprus broke into a rare smile. "Thanks." "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down?" Sheridan asked as he rose to his feet. "Or do I have to make you sit?" "Oh! Sorry..." Cyprus took a seat opposite of the prince. The older teenager walked over to a bookshelf and set the book down. "Are you always this quiet? Or just around me?" Cyprus merely shrugged. "I'll take that as a yes..." Sheridan said under his breath as he rolled his eyes again. "Sorry..." Whatever." He answered as he walked over to the chair Cyprus was sitting at and sat on the back of it. "Hey!" What?" "Just... Don't do that." Cyprus moved to another seat. "Why not?" Sheridan asked with a smile as he slid his hand gently up the younger male's back. Cyprus bit his lips to stop himself from squeaking in surprise. The prince rolled his eyes again and walked away. Relax. You're too tense." "I am not." "Yes you are." Sheridan answered as he sat backing his seat. "Well, if you think of the kind of company I'm in you'd understand." "What's that supposed to mean?" Sheridan asked crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Cyprus. "You're a prince. Remember?" Cyprus crossed his arms as well and met Sheridan's eyes. "And?" the older male asked as he leaned back. "If I had a choice... I wouldn't be." "Why?" "you have no idea how hard it is to be me. You have almost zero privacy, you have to do everything perfect because you can't disgrace your country." "Ouch... I never thought of anything like that. But what do you mean disgrace?" "I have to be perfect, because I am the only heir to the throne I am expected to act a certain way." "That's horrible." "Tell me about it." Sheridan said standing up. "What a hard life you must have." Cyprus shook his head. "I'm sorry I was so cold to you." "Don't worry about it." He answered forcing a smile as he walked slowly over to the study door. "You should get to bed, you got a bust day tomorrow." "Exactly HOW busy?" Sheridan winked. "Very." He said as he left the study. Cyprus couldn't stop himself from blushing, he too left the study and slipped into his room. The next day, Sheridan stood in the back yard, a large wooden crate at his feet. He was wearing a thin black tank top and form fitting black pants with a leather strap across his chest. Cyprus walked over to stand beside the prince. His clothes were all in a shade of deep blue and form fitting. He had tied his hair in a low ponytail. The prince bent down and opened the box at his feet. "Ready for your fist lesson?" "alright." Cyprus said quietly, following the prince's movements with his eyes. Sheridan pulled out a bow from the box and handed it to Cyprus. Cyprus took the bow in his hands, the wood was smooth and it had a good weight to it. He whistled in anticipation. "here." Sheridan said softly as he stood behind the younger teen and gently placed his hand over Cyprus'. The younger man had to repress a shiver at the closeness and the skin contact. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, just strange. "Relax your shoulders. You're way too tense... Again." "Sorry..." Cyprus reluctantly relaxed. Sheridan laughed silently to himself as he shook his head. "Now raise your right arm." He whispered softly into the dark haired man's ear, almost seductively. Cyprus bit into his bottom lip and obeyed, raising his arm slowly. "Now aim for your target." Sheridan said as he looked down at the younger man. The raven haired man focused his sights on the target a few feet away from them. "If you need help aiming." Sheridan said resting his hand on the younger teen's shoulder. "Use your mouth as an anchor." "What?" Cyprus glanced over his shoulder at Sheridan. "I don't understand." "Just do whatever you think you need to do." Sheridan answered trying to keep the bow steady. Cyprus pulled back the string and anchored his thumb under his jaw like he saw his older brother do years ago. Sheridan's hand remained on Cyprus' shoulder as he let go of the bow and took a step back. "W-what now...?" "Release." Sheridan answered with a smile. Cyprus groaned at the double-meaning and released the arrow. It flew forward and buried itself below the target's center. "Nice job." Sheridan said as he took the bow from the younger teen, his fingers purposely brushing against Cyprus'. "For a beginner." "Oh, so you did better when you first started?" Cyprus asked, his hands on his hips. "Much." Sheridan answered. "But then again, I'm always good at things the first time." Cyprus raised an eyebrow. Sheridan walked past Cyprus back towards the palace. "You coming?" Cyprus trotted after the prince. Sheridan leaned against the door looking at the younger man. "What?" "nothing." Sheridan answered as he opened the door. Cyprus shook his head and followed Sheridan back inside. The prince leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "you're doing it again. What is it? You're thinking of something, I know it." Sheridan raised an eye brow. "Who says I'm thinking of anything?" "You look like it. The way your eyes are distant and the crease in your brows." "You really want to know what I'm thinking?" Sheridan asked as he took a few steps towards the younger teenager. Cyprus shrugged. "Whatever." It can't be that bad right?' he thought to himself. Sheridan smiled. "But it can be." He said softly as he moved closer to Cyprus, gently tucked his index finger underneath his chin and pressed his lips firmly against the dark haired male's. Cyprus pulled away and searched the price's face. It wasn't the kiss that unnerved him. "A telepath?" "I didn't mention it?" Sheridan asked childishly. "Must have slipped my mind." "Hmph. Yeah right. You're a telepath and I'm a truth reader." Sheridan rolled his eyes and moved closer to the younger man. "Whatever. Where was I?" The younger man made no move to stop him. "I'm sure you remember." The prince gently wrapped his arms around Cyprus' waist and kissed him again, his tongue slowly moving along the teenager's bottom . Cyprus parted his lips with a sigh and wrapped his right arm around the prince's shoulders and ran his fingers of his other hand through the prince's hair. Sheridan rolled his tongue along the dark haired teen's before he slowly pulled away. "Okay... How the hell do you know what you're doing?" "Small village, must I say more?" Sheridan's grasp on the younger man tightened as he looked into his eyes. "and yet you're still a virgin? You are still a virgin, right?" "Yes, though I have fought hard to keep it that way." Cyprus smiled softly. No longer shy. "Not for long babe." Sheridan said with a smile, fusing his mouth on the younger man's. Cyprus moaned, leaning into Sheridan's firm body. The older man slowly pulled away and caressed the younger man's cheek. "Okay, we stop there." He said walking away from Cyprus. Cyprus wined softly. Sheridan walked down the hall and into the room, closing the door behind him but not locking it as he usually did. Cyprus couldn't help but follow. It was like another being was pulling him down the hall. Lying a hand on the door, he found it wasn't locked. Cyprus couldn't control it, he let himself in. Sheridan was lying on the bed, his legs crossed and his hands covering his eyes. "Ame'a Daraknlei." /You brought me here.? The younger man said softly in his native language. Sheridan lowered his arms and looked at the younger man. "So?" "Why?" "Why what?" Sheridan asked playing dumb with the teenager. "what do you see in me? Why bring me here?" Sheridan sat up and pulled Cyprus on the bed. "Because... there is something about you that I want." "And what.... Is that?" The raven haired teen whispered. "I've yet to find out." Sheridan answered devouring the dark haired teenager's lips. An electric shock ran down Cyprus' spine as their lips touched once more. The older man's hand lid slowly up Cyprus' shirt as he slowly pulled himself on top of the younger teen. Cyprus' back arched at the prince's touch, merging their bodies together. "We shouldn't do this." Sheridan whispered as he unbuttoned Cyprus' shirt. "Okor'e da makea." /But you will/ Sheridan looked down at the younger man, gently brushing back the strands of hair away from the teenager's face. "Oh fuck it." he said sealing his mouth on Cyrprus'. the younger man moaned, though he was not new to being kissed in such ways, never before had it affected him like this. His cock burning and rock hard. He knew Sheridan could feel it. Sheridan smiled against the younger teen's lips as his hand made its way slowly down Cyprus' chest and down his pants. Cyprus whimpered, as the prince's hand came in contact with his groin. The older teen slowly pulled away from Cyprus and looked into his eyes. "Are you sure you can handle this?" Cyprus smiled, "Don't you dare treat me like a little baby, now. I'm not a porcelain doll." A smile tugged on the corners of Sheridan's mouth. "I don't know." he whispered as he kissed the side of the younger teen's neck. "I don't want you complaining later that I hurt you." Cyprus rested his hand on Sheridan's cheek. "You'd hurt me more if you stopped now." he said quietly. Sheridan laced his fingers in between the younger man's. "I could hurt you so easily." he said with a smile. The younger man crinkled his nose in amusement. "I'm not afraid of pain." The prince pulled off his tank top and threw it on the floor, revealing his perfectly toned chest. "Some how I doubt that. "Think what you will." Cyprus muttered, more interested on taking in every detail of the man in front of him. Sheridan pulled the younger man closer, his arms wrapping tightly around Cyprus' waist. "Mmm...Sheridan." The younger man moaned, pressing his lips against the older man's. The prince slowly pulled off the younger man's shirt and pressed his lips firmly against Cyprus'. After a moment, Cyprus broke away, panting. Sheridan held Cyprus hard against his chest, bitting the side of his neck hard. "You know... for a virgin, you know too much. A little too much." Cyprus yelped. "You don't believe me? Haven't you ever heard of instinct before?" Sheridan bit Cyprus again and pinned him down to the bed, "That's hot." "Would you quit bitting me? Last time I checked there are no vampire's in the country." Cyprus glared playfully at the taller man above him. "And what's your point? Oh and I'll bit you as much as I want to." Sheridan said as his hands tightened around the younger man's wrists. Cyprus squirmed within Sherdan's hold. The prince moved down the younger teen's chest until he reached his waistline. "You know." he said softly as he began pulling on the younger man's pants. "I could be a total jerk right now if I wanted to be."Since he was pinned to the bed, all the younger man could do was narrow his eyes."I could torture you so badly if I wanted to." he continued as he removed Cyprus' pants and gently stroked the younger man's erection. "Hmph." Cyprus snorted. "That's only a half truth, Sheridan." "What's only th half truth?" Sheridan asked as he brushed his hand against Cyprus' member and looked at him innocently. Mmm..." Cyprus moaned as he returned the kiss. "I don't really care. You're a god compared to the one's I had to kill to keep away from me." "We'll see about that." Sheridan answered as he moved back down to the younger man's groin and slowly took Cyprus' member fully into his mouth. "Ah-ha!!!..." The younger man moaned, arcing his back. His head bobbed up and down and like a man on a mission he strove his purpose to take Cyprus' in as deep as he possibly could. He knew this way he could probably make him cum quicker. These dark thoughts almost made him smile. Cyprus let out a strangled cry of ecstacy as the wave of pleasure crashed over him. He couldn't hold on any longer, He came into Sheridan's mouth with a moan of pleasure. Sherdian loved everything about it. The way it felt like soft velvet on his tongue and the way his cum tasted like old memories of pleasure. The younger man laid his head back on the bed, panting. Sheridan ran his tongue up the dark haired teen's chest and kissed him softly on the lips. "Sheridan..." Cyprus murmured. "How much do you wantit?"
"More than life itself." "You want it that badly huh?" Sheridan asked as his hand slid slowly in between the younger teen's thighs. "Ah...yes..." "Alright, you asked fo it then." Sheridan said as he removed his pants and threw them in the same direction as his shirt. Cyprus let out a shaky breath as he caught sight of Sheridan's erect cock. It was larger than he thought. Sheridan slowly wrapped the younger teen's legs around his waist. "You sure?" "Yes..." Sheridan's heart was beating so loudly in his chest that he couldn't think. He went in hard and fast loving how he had to keep his hands on Cyprus's hips so Cyprus didn't pull away. Cyprus whimpered. The pain was overwhelming. He wanted to pul away, but the prince's hands held him tightly. He slowly moved in and out, steadily fucking him, loving the feeling of Cyprus' body twisting and contorting underneath him. "Sh-Sheridan..." Cyrprus moaned squirming beneath the older man. The prince thrust one last time into the younger teenager before cumming deep inside of him. A shiver wracked the younger mna's body, as Sheirdan's essence poured into him. Sheridan kissed Cyprus softly on the lips then laid his head gently on the younger teen's sweaty chest. Cyprus twined his finger's through the princes hair and all turned black.
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