This Strange World Needs A Kicking! – Ch. 5
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Five – Songs About Majestic Things
Milo hooked his arm over
his shoulders as soon as they were out of the inn. There was an unnerving
familiarity in how the commoner handled him. Sebastian was not used to being
treated that way and wished for Milo to be less familiar with him. Nonetheless,
he knew this much; different rules governed this strange world, and until he
understood them completely, he had to allow such unpleasant things.
Not that feeling Milo's
warm body so close was unpleasant. Quite the contrary. The young man was
attractive, with his wavy blond hair and emerald eyes. It was annoying that he
was so tall, and Sebastian had to tilt his head to look properly at him, but
having the body he had now had to be part of the curse.
At least, his mind
appeared to be intact. He had quickly gathered that his ice magic was gone, but,
otherwise, he had all his wits about him, and that should be enough to vanquish
this curse.
Another unnerving thing
was the constant noise. The shiny contraptions traveling at dazzling speeds
were called cars, as he had learned, and they served as transportation.
However, they caused a constant clamor that took some time to get used to.
Milo kept chatting about
something he made little sense of, so he had abandoned listening in favor of
pondering over his peculiar situation.
"You're very quiet. That
makes me a little nervous," Milo said. "If you have any doubts, I mean, about
where we go from here... Argh, I'm talking like those boring people on reality
shows. Just stop me already."
"Stop you?"
They had left the city's
noise behind them and walked into a trimmed park with painted benches.
"Stop me from talking,"
Milo said.
Sebastian looked around.
The park was deserted, and it was hard to tell in the dark, with only street
lamps throwing their gentle light around where the mansion it had to belong to
was located. Maybe that was part of their quest, and Milo was now just hinting
at how they had to handle the next part.
Firmly, Sebastian took
Milo's cheeks in his palms. Yes, he was a pleasure to look at. With slow moves,
he brushed one thumb over Milo's bottom lip, particularly full and enticing,
and watched the beautiful eyes at half-mast, now inspecting him with growing
desire.
He enjoyed spending his
leisure hours in the company of handsome men. They were his reward and a
distraction for the times when the weight of his position in the world became
too much to bear. What hardships awaited him in this new world? Whatever they
were, they might hinder him from enjoying a beautiful young man and his
arousing body like he could right now.
Sebastian kissed Milo softly,
and then he bit his lips, making him gasp and open his mouth. Most probably,
the soonest they kissed, monsters would spring on them, or the dark quest would
finally rear its ugly head through whatever means it wanted to manifest.
Milo embraced him tightly
and clumsily tried to kiss back. He wasn't very skillful, but Sebastian found
it endearing. While he usually preferred a man who knew the art of love, such
as Conrad, he didn't mind tasting the lips of an innocent, either. Like Pepin,
he thought but then dashed the thought away.
Sebastian ran his hands
through Milo's hair and pulled his head back. "Look at me," he said.
Milo blinked lazily and
smiled. "I'm looking at you. You're so beau --"
"You must learn how to
use your mouth," Sebastian said directly.
Milo's eyes grew wide,
and then he giggled. "Aren't we going a little too fast? Now that I don't want
that, but --"
"Open your mouth and
stick out your tongue," Sebastian ordered.
"O-okay," Milo stammered.
Sebastian moved his own
tongue across Milo's, eliciting small moans and gasps from the other. Then he
began sucking on it, gently but progressing slowly toward taking over that now
slack mouth that heeded his every demand and move.
He enjoyed kissing men,
but mostly he enjoyed being kissed by them. As he was most particular about
being the one penetrated, he wanted his bed warmers to know how to take the
initiative and offer him the pleasure he desired.
"You see?" he said. "Now
do the same, but be more forceful."
Milo nodded and rubbed
his lips against his mouth. He was a quick learner, Sebastian thought, enjoying
the way Milo now kept devouring his mouth. Hesitant hands grew bolder, and soon
one was right above his buttocks.
There was still no
attack, although Sebastian hadn't dropped his guard, despite the pleasant
eddies of arousal elicited by Milo's enthusiastic tongue and wandering
hands.
Much to his
disappointment, Milo stopped. "We're crazy, right?" He laughed. "Someone might
come."
"When are they going to
come?" Sebastian asked. He couldn't make much sense of this quest.
"Hopefully, not right
now, as I want to kiss you one more time." Milo dragged him to one of the
little benches.
He reached for another
kiss, but Sebastian pulled back. "What will happen next?"
Milo shrugged. "I don't
know. I didn't plan that far. All I could think of after today was how to be
alone with you and kiss you."
Sebastian didn't have to
reconsider Milo's condition as a simpleton. It was clear as day that he was
one. That meant that he might have to face the dangers of the quest alone. It
didn't bother him, except that he didn't care so much for saving simpletons.
Sooner or later, fate would catch up with them, regardless of how many times
their betters rescued them.
"Do you, at least, have
any idea about how long do we have to kiss until the next stage begins?"
Milo scratched his head.
"I didn't think I'd be so lucky for you to say `yes', actually. And I feel like
you're asking me trick questions. How long do you think it should take?"
"Is it something I
decide?"
"Yeah, why not? You
already kiss better than me. How come you do?"
Sebastian opened his
mouth. Having kissed many men, he was entitled to all the praises, but he had a
feeling the puny body he was currently trapped in couldn't have experienced the
same lavish attention from handsome men as he had. Also, he had an inkling Milo
would not be happy to hear about his previous flings with men, for once,
because Prince Kai couldn't have had such encounters, and secondly because he
appeared to be too much of an innocent himself.
"I asked the phone about
how it's done," he supplied a prompt reply. He seldom lied, but in this case,
his choice appeared to be warranted.
"So, you watched
tutorials and stuff?" Milo laughed.
Sebastian offered no
reply. The commoner appeared inclined to take others for fools, and that irked
him to no end. Nonetheless, his beautiful appearance compensated for his
shortcomings.
"Can I touch you a
little, then?" Milo asked. "I promise I won't do anything weird. I mean, not on
the first date." He laughed again.
"Feel free to do so,"
Sebastian said, now intrigued with what the young man wanted to do.
Milo laughed nervously
and moved one hand only to sneak it under Sebastian's shirt. "My hand is too
cold, right?"
Cold had never been a
problem for him. "Go ahead and touch me."
Timid fingers brushed
against his lower abdomen. Sebastian frowned at the tickling sensation and then
found himself bursting into laughter. Besides being puny, albeit attractive
enough to please a commoner like Milo, this body was easy to stimulate in all
sorts of strange manners.
"Oh, gawd,
I'm so terrible, right?" Milo complained.
"What exactly do you
expect to find?" Sebastian pulled the shirt up and stared at his own belly.
There was some muscle definition in there, despite the lack of appetite Prince
Kai appeared to be known for.
"I don't know," Milo
admitted. "I suck at this."
"At what?"
Ah, so Milo, being as
innocent as he was, didn't know on what he was supposed to suck to elicit
pleasure from his lover. With the risk of exposing himself and his experience
with men, Sebastian decided to take the reins again. He pulled his shirt
farther up and brushed one hand over his chest.
He kept in a small
whimper. Prince Kai's lean body was, apparently, made for pleasure. The simple
act of touching his chest made him react like that. Or maybe being watched by
beautiful wide eyes had something to do with it.
"You should start here,"
he said, unwavering.
Milo didn't hesitate. He
pushed Sebastian with his back against the bench and then delved headfirst.
Warm lips landed on Sebastian's upper belly, causing a slight shiver to course
his body. Then, the moist mouth wandered upward, finally finding purchase in
that little nub of pleasure which Sebastian admitted he enjoyed very much to be
teased. It was his favorite appetizer if someone were to ask him.
Milo sucked gently,
making tendrils of heat spread from that point throughout his body. For someone
who enjoyed the cold the most, Sebastian had a soft secret spot for letting
himself prey to the sweet abandon of hot lips and warm bodies.
"It's getting harder,"
Milo said in a raspy voice. "Your nipple." He flicked one finger over, making
Sebastian arch his back off the bench uncontrollably.
"Don't be uncouth,"
Sebastian whispered, although he found it difficult to express his anger right
now at having his body pointed out for its sensuality and lack of control.
"Stop talking."
Milo grinned. "Less
talking, more sucking, right?"
Before Sebastian could
have a say, Milo grabbed the other nub of pleasure between his teeth, teasing
it with his tongue as well.
"Oh," Sebastian barely
managed. No later than the previous night, Conrad had done the same to him, but
much more forcefully, as he had been demanded. It appeared that he enjoyed this
sweet teasing a lot more.
Milo's soft lips brushed
over, and his tongue licked over and over, making Sebastian pant and curse with
unbridled desire.
"Wow, is it that good?"
Milo asked breathlessly. "Sorry, I'll shut up."
"Oh, stop it, you lewd
heathen," Sebastian protested. He was teasing too much, and he was too gentle
about it.
"Lewd heathen?" Milo
stopped, finally allowing Sebastian to breathe. "What character are you trying
to imitate?"
Sebastian's mind cleared.
He pushed himself up and pulled down his shirt, hissing at the sensation when
the fabric brushed against his sensitive chest. His manner of speaking would
get him into unpleasant situations, sooner or later. "A prince from a distant
realm," he said, opting for a pretense of truth.
Milo laughed. "That was
why you kept on calling me a commoner?"
"Yes," Sebastian replied.
"Are you a scholar?"
Milo slapped his shoulder
playfully. "We're both in the same class in high school. If you want to call
that a scholar, go ahead. But maybe you don't want to rehearse your character
too much in school tomorrow. I have practice after, and I can't walk you home."
"I doubt I need a
chaperon," Sebastian said. "I believe I can handle my own just fine. What
practice are you talking about?"
"Like you don't know."
Milo wrapped one arm around his neck and nuzzled his cheek. "What? Do you want
to stick around and watch? I'd like that. And watching guys sweating and
throwing a ball around should beat staying indoors and playing video games."
"Watch you sweat and
throw a ball around?" Sebastian asked, just to make sure he understood what
Milo was talking about.
"Yes. I might take off my
t-shirt. And then let you watch while I shower," he added in a teasing voice.
"Ah, sorry, I can't help but tease you. I'm not that sure you like me."
"Why would you say that?"
"Hmm, maybe because I'm
all over you, but you're not all over me. Except for kissing. You're better
than me, I'll give you that."
"Do you believe that I
don't enjoy looking at your body?" Sebastian asked.
"Something like that. I mean,
I suppose that each guy is different."
"I have yet to see you
without clothes, but I can tell that you have beautiful chest and arms. I can
see through your shirt."
Milo rubbed one hand over
his chest. "I had no idea you were watching so close."
"You are a handsome young
man. Very enticing. I would love to see you naked."
"Is this still part of
the prince-from-another-realm impersonation you're trying to pull?"
"No. It is my intention."
"To see me naked?"
"Yes."
"Cool." Milo grinned.
"Then I should take you home so that we can go to sleep. I can't wait for
tomorrow. Of course, we're not allowed to do naughty things while at school,"
he added, now worried. "But I still want you to stay and watch me practice.
Then we can go by my place and study together."
"Study?"
"Hey, your grades are
kind of shit, my friend," Milo said. "Let's just graduate together, and then
we'll figure out what to do. What do you say?"
Hmm, he was talking about
that other quest that the mother had mentioned. "Yes. Let's do that, my friend,"
Sebastian said. Imitating Milo's manner of speaking was one way of sounding
less like himself.
"It's a deal. Just let
your mom know that you're studying with me tomorrow."
"All right. Do you have
food at your house?"
Milo threw him a
surprised look. "I'm glad to see you've worked out an appetite. Yeah, we have
food."
"More than one course?"
"Yeah. My mom's a pretty
good cook."
"All right."
He had called Milo a
commoner, but it appeared that he had more food, although his mother was just a
cook. There were still many mysteries in this world that he needed to
unravel.
"Ready to go?" Milo stood
up and offered him one hand.
Sebastian took it and
didn't protest when Milo wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled him
close.
***
What a wonderful sensation
was to have his stomach full. Kai lay on his back and sighed contently while
patting his belly. He couldn't recall why he hadn't enjoyed eating before. His
mom was always doing her best, and her food was great. The problem was that he
just kept on forgetting about having to eat, and he had always had to be put at
the table and scolded over not eating enough.
It felt like there was
something he kept on forgetting. It had to do with the fact that he was in a
world completely different from his, and there was so much new stuff he needed
to figure out.
Pepin grabbed his right
hand, wiped it with something cool and pleasant, and then did the same with his
other hand.
"Hey, I could have just
washed my hands later," he protested lazily.
"I don't care. You're not
sending me away like you did with Conrad," Pepin said back. "Although I'm not
used to seeing you gobble down food like that and eat with your hands."
"Stop busting my balls,"
Kai said, but without opening his eyes. "It's not like you gave me a fork or
anything. Ouch." Something cold hit his forehead. He supposed that was the fork
he hadn't noticed.
"How long are you going
to laze around?" Pepin asked.
"As long as I feel like
it. I'm the prince, right? I can do whatever I want," Kai said petulantly.
"But you must address the
court. They're waiting for your words of wisdom."
"Well, today, I don't
feel like sharing," Kai replied.
"It's not like you to be
a lazy royal ass," Pepin chided him.
Kai opened one eye. "Did
you just call me names?"
"Yes," Pepin replied,
completely unperturbed.
Kai groaned and closed
his eye. "Then I should consider firing you, after all. You're worse than a
nagging wife."
There was silence from
the other. Had he gone too far with his joke? He opened both eyes and looked at
the servant. Pepin was kneeling but his side, but his head was turned, and Kai
could only see his profile.
"Why can't I be?" Pepin
asked wistfully.
"Why can't you be what?"
"Your
chosen."
"Do you mean, like
Conrad? Trust me, it's not all that's cracked up to be. You'd have to serve me
all night long or something, and it looks like I'm pretty demanding. Plus, you
already serve me all day long," Kai made an attempt to joke.
"I would do everything
for you." Pepin looked at him with his large beautiful eyes.
Kai sighed. He pushed
himself up on his forearms and looked at the servant. "Everybody fears me. Even
you," he pointed out.
Pepin nodded.
"So why would you want to
be my... concubine?" Kai made an effort to push that word through his
mouth.
"I want to be your wife."
Kai closed his eyes,
mumbled something against silly BL plots again, and then drew one deep breath.
"Pepin, buddy, you're a guy. At best, you could be my husband."
That seemed to block
Pepin's train of thought for the time being. Kai stood up and straightened up
his clothes, hoping that he looked royal enough. "Let's go. What do I have to
tell the court?"
That appeared to spring
Pepin into action because he started talking rapidly, explaining things to Kai
that he only understood half of. Whatever, he would wing it all like he did
with homework all the time.
***
All right, so it wasn't
like he had stage fright or even had any idea what that was, but sitting there
on a lavish throne with dozens of eyes on him felt rather... awkward. Kai shifted
in his place. Prince Sebastian was more than loaded; he was like the equivalent
of a frigging billionaire in that world. The ceiling appeared to be covered
with intricate golden designs and paintings in beautiful colors, and the floor
had to be marble.
Then came the court,
which was made of men and women dressed in velvet, silk, and who knew what else
expensive fabrics. The place by his right side was empty, and he gestured for
Pepin to take a seat. The servant shook his head and frowned. "You sent Conrad
away for the day," he whispered.
Ah, so he held court with
his concubine by his side. What a strange custom! But who was he to comment on
that?
He never pretended to be
a good judge of character or tell what people were thinking, but the pairs of
eyes set on him appeared to stare at him with a mix of fear, envy, and
pettiness. At least, the knights and the rest of the troops had worn their
sentiments toward Prince Sebastian on their sleeves. He supposed that he also
had their respect, but it didn't look like the same thing could be said about
this colorful bunch.
An old man in a silly
high hat and a dark velvet robe stepped forward. He executed a complicated
curtsy and waited.
"Tell him he can stand
up," Pepin whispered at him from his left, "and state his problem."
"Stand up, my good sir,"
Kai said cheerfully, "and pour your heart out." He made a gesture with both
hands to show everyone that he was in a generous mood.
"Your Majesty," the man
began in a simpering voice, "I would just like to remind you that my Wilhelmina
is now of marrying age."
"Good for you. And her,"
Kai said. "And what would you like me to do about that?"
Hopefully, not marry her. Wilhelmina doesn't
sound like a sexy name. Plus, I need to keep my options open. Maybe I can turn
this BL into a harem plot. With girls.
"Have you thought of a
good man for her?" The man kept rubbing his hands in a very distracting manner.
Kai couldn't tell if the man was cold or very pleased with himself for some
reason.
He turned his head
slightly toward Pepin. "What knight would be good for Wilhelmina?" he asked,
moving just one corner of his mouth.
"It's not my place to
gossip," Pepin whispered back, in the same way.
"What? Is Wilhelmina the
type to play the field?"
"I don't know what kind
of play or field you're talking about. She's in love with Sir Harduin."
The name sounded
familiar. "Ah, is he the one with the lazy eye?" He had asked the knights to
introduce themselves, so he had a vague idea about who was who, at least as far
as his royal guard was concerned. The guy in question was built like a brick
house, but he had a somewhat serene look on his face that could be the sign of
a not-so-stellar intelligence. However, if that Wilhelmina chick wanted him,
who was he to say `no'?
"And what about him? Does
he like her?"
"I believe her feelings
are returned," Pepin confirmed.
Kai shrugged. "I have
this one in the bag, then. Wilhelmina, step forward," he said.
A chubby young girl with
a pleasant smile hurried by her father's side. Her smile faded fast, and she
watched her parent with desperate eyes.
"Sir Harduin,"
Kai called next.
The massive knight moved
slowly as if he was walking on eggs. He stole furtive glances at the
girl.
"You two can go get hitched.
You have my blessing."
Everyone kept their
breath. Kai looked around, a bit annoyed with that suspicious atmosphere.
Right, his manner of talking sounded strange to those people.
"Feel free to get
married," he explained. "You," he pointed at Sir Harduin,
"to her," and then pointed at the girl.
Wilhelmina's father made
a sour face. "Your Majesty, I believe that you promised --" he instantly
swallowed his words.
Kai was looking curiously
at him. Maybe he had an asshole-resting face or something like that because no
matter who he looked at, they turned into a statue.
"Do you really mean it,
Your Majesty?" Wilhelmina's timid voice asked.
"Yes, yes, just remember
to invite me to the wedding," Kai said and waved one hand as a sign of
dismissal.
Pepin leaned slightly.
"That is not the most strategic choice, Your Majesty," he said carefully.
"Wilhelmina would have been better off with one of the lords in the east."
"Really, Pepin?" Kai
whispered. "I bet she didn't think so. Just look at them lovebirds."
Happy with their lord's
decision, the knight and Wilhelmina were holding hands and barely kept in their
excitement.
"Next," Kai said loudly.
The old man retreated
after taking a bow. Maybe he was messing up Prince Sebastian's court, but it
was pretty fun.
***
Three happily arranged
marriages later, five settlements of borders between neighbors with vast
properties, and several cases of brawlers who preferred to attack one another
through means of sharp tongues, Kai felt rightfully tired. All he wanted was to
rest.
"Can I call it a day? I
think I've done plenty," Kai said.
Pepin took a look at a
heavy register he carried on his arms. "There is just one more thing, and then
you can dismiss the court."
"All right, let the man,
woman, or goat step up." One of the cases had involved a wandering herd of
goats that appeared to belong to no one in particular. In the end, he had
assigned them to the lords who had lands in those parts, and, he liked to
believe, he had been quite impartial about it.
"It is the famous minstrel
Wymer Wadeki," Pepin
announced in a pompous voice.
"Is he going to sing?"
What a bore, but well, he was a prince who could shoot lasers from his eyes, so
he could live with that.
"Yes, his latest song."
"Oh, interesting. What is
it about?"
"Your royal backside,
Your Highness," Pepin said.
Kai stared at his
servant, searching for signs that he was joking. "For real?"
Pepin was surprised by
what must have been a pretty anxious expression on his face. "You've been
waiting for months to hear it."
"I'm slaying dragons, and
people feel the need to sing about my butt?"
"It is a majestic butt,"
Pepin said. "Should I send the minstrel away?"
"I don't know. Will he
come back?"
"Yes, the next time you
hold court."
"Just let him sing, and
I'll do the walk of shame later."
Kai covered his face.
What kind of story was he trapped in, after all?
TBC
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