March 28, 1096
Prince Cyn wore a red sheer face veil, covering his nose, mouth, and chin. He wore a silk red flowy dress where the front held a wide v, showing off his toned clear chest while the bottom had a slit, presenting his smooth leg.
He neatly tied up his long silver hair in a bun with two hairpins going through the bun. Furthermore, he even had black eyeliner over his eyes, emphasizing his electric blue eye color more.
Prince Cyn knew how seductive he looked as he stood up from the wooden box, making his way towards the Espal guard. He reached out his hand, barely touching the man before addressing 49 with a fake, shy voice.
“Is this the man I have to dance for?” He asked.
“He is,” 49 nodded.
The guard reached out to touch Prince Cyn, but 49 quickly grabbed his hand. “You cannot touch just yet. Go sit on the wooden box, and the dancer will dance for you.”
Using his sleeve to cover his already hidden face, Prince Cyn shyly smiled at the guard, showing it through his eyes while attracting the man more.
The guard listened without a complaint, setting his helmet down as he made his way to the wooden box, sitting down on it. 49 stood near Prince Cyn before whispering, “When can I snap his neck?”
“After you watch me dance for you.” Prince Cyn seductively smirked, causing 49 to click his tongue before walking towards the man. He stood a few feet behind the guard, leaning on the wall with crossed arms.
Turning around, Prince Cyn did it slowly to show off how far the slit went on his outfit—it reached an inch below his hip.
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He walked towards the guard, swaying his hips with each step. Then he stopped a couple of feet in front of him and started dancing, remembering how the dancers would move at the brothels.
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He sat down on the guard’s lap, putting his other hand on the man’s free shoulder, moving towards his ear while loudly whispering, “How bad do you want me?”
And his question was for 49 because he could already feel how much the guard wanted him. 49 intense eyes stared back at him as he silently moved closer, his hand already reaching for the distracted guard’s neck.
The guard wanted to take a whiff of the beautiful dancer’s scent but could not smell anything. And instead of questioning it, he touched the dancer’s back, moving his hand towards the dancer’s behind. “I want you so much. You are so beautiful.”
Prince Cyn did not stop him this time, lost in 49’s eyes. And before the guard could reach his destination, his hand and body went limp. The head did not fall on Prince Cyn, adding weight to him as 49 held the snapped throat in his hand.
“I don’t want you.” 49 put out.
Moving off the dead body, Prince Cyn straightened the outfit before grabbing the hand that still held the broken throat. “And if I don’t believe you?”
49 let the throat go as the dead body hit the ground with a thud. Instead, 49 grabbed Prince Cyn’s throat with his free hand, barely squeezing it. “You must crave death wishes.”
Prince Cyn moved closer, closing the space between them as he did not care about the hand on his throat. He wrapped his arms around 49’s neck, “I do.” Then, he kissed the omega, instantly slipping his tongue inside the other’s mouth.
At the moment, he did not care for anything except the omega he had in his arms.
Prince Cyn—in his original clothes and free of makeup—entered the inn. His guards and caretaker greeted him. The beta innkeeper walked towards Prince Cyn, shortly bowing once she stopped near him.
“Prince Cyn, it is lovely to see you. We have prepared a room for you.” The innkeeper greeted him.
“Thank you and lead the way, please.”
Following the innkeeper, Prince Cyn looked towards the door with a concealed smirk. His thoughts faded back to what happened earlier in the dark alley. As he walked up the stairs, he touched his lips in remembrance.
The innkeeper and Prince Cyn made it to a vast, pristine room. They walked inside as Prince Cyn swiftly made his way to the window, opening it to let in the cool breeze. The innkeeper stood by the door, “Is there anything you need, Prince Cyn? We can even send up an omega for you.”
Ha! An omega for him? No omega would ever compare to 49.
“Thank you, but there is nothing I require. Tell my people to not come up; I want alone time.” Prince Cyn responded.
The woman nodded before closing the door and walking away. Once she was gone, Ghost entered the room through the window. “Is there anything you need from me?” Ghost asked.
“There is a body and clothes that need to disappear in the dark alley. Other than that, secretly make sure no one enters my room until it is time to travel again.”
Ghost nodded before jumping out the window, quickly leaving the room the way he entered it.
Prince Cyn walked over to the king-sized bed, sitting down on it as he leaned back, watching the window. He did not care for the view outside. No, he waited for someone to make an appearance.
And a few minutes later 49 entered through the window, slightly huffing. 49 threw down a bag holding clothes and armor before taking off his helmet. Prince Cyn could see his sweat sliding down his forehead, making him lick his lips.
“What took you so long?” Prince Cyn teased.
49 glared in response. 49 sat down on the ground under the window, taking off his armor. He was only left with his underclothes.
Checking 49 out, Prince Cyn pointed towards the bathroom, “Take a bath with me.” He stood up, taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. When his shirt fell to the ground, he could feel 49’s eyes on his back tattoo.
“No.”
Prince Cyn opened the bathroom door, walking inside as he looked back, “I was not asking this time.” He made his way to the bathtub, turning it on.
With his back to the door, he could hear 49 walking in, shutting the door behind him. Prince Cyn smirked, turning around as he went towards 49, grabbing his underclothes. “Let’s continue, 49.”
Instead of taking them off, Prince Cyn ripped the clothes, letting the torn fabric fall to the ground. Once 49’s bare chest came in view, Prince Cyn traced the first old scar he saw.
49 grabbed his hand, pulling him closer instead of further away as he growled, “You keep pushing and pushing. One day there will be nothing left to push anymore.”
“I know.”
They are just two hot murderous boyfriends and i love it 😆