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[sinfullittlebee]

The Royal Pain P.2 (Scarian)

Warnings: This is Smut. SEX. YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. Slight knife play, bodyworship, just end me.

Once again, you can blame the Discord for this.

The moonlight shone through the stained glass windows as Scar followed the advisor down the hallway, nerves making his heart beat at a million miles per hour and anxiety making his stomach pull tightly in knots.

What he was doing was so illegal that he was better off using magic in public. He was being summoned to the chambers of an unmarried royal in secret right after assaulting that same royal and holding a knife to their neck.

Silently, he wondered how he wasn't being strung up by his neck right now.

Scar knew deep down that he could just refuse. He could stop, say no, quit his job at the stables and keep his life. Yet somehow, the idea seemed all too unappealing to him.

The thought of never seeing that sly smirk and twinkling eyes again, never hearing that teasing tone and mischevious giggles, never feeling those soft lips against his own and nimble fingers threading through his hair…

"His guard doesn't know about your arrangement- just leave it to me, alright?" Mumbos hushed voice broke through Scars thoughts as he realized they had stopped just around the corner.

Straightening his tie, Mumbo took a deep breath and strode around the corner, walking up to the Guard with a charming smile.

Scar watched as they exchanged casual pleasantries, but became quickly surprised as Mumbo stepped closer and reached up to cup the guards chin.

Mumbo didn't know what he was doing, really. Intially, he had simply planned on telling Iskall he was allowed to take the night off. Yet somehow, the shorter male always seemed to be able to jumble up Mumbos plans.

"Nice night, isn't it Iskall?" Iskall looked at him with surprise before smiling at him cheekily, removing his helmet to see him better, "Mumbo! What a pleasant surprise. Taking a stroll a presume?"

Mumbo could have scoffed. How dare he act so casual with the little stunt he had pulled earlier.

"Well…" He trailed off before he stepped closer, reaching out and grabbing Iskall's chin to make the guard look up at him; cheeks growing red as his breath hitched.

"U-Uh...Mumbo?"

Taking another step forward, Mumbo pushed Iskall back against the wall and leaned down to capture the guards lips with his own, relishing the small noise that escaped his lips.

When he pulled back slightly, both of their eyes were lidded as they caught their breath's, cheeks flushed a bright red as a string of saliva still connected their lips.

Swallowing, Mumbo continued as the best smirk he could muster, "Iskall, you made me a little...proposition earlier during Grians break in training. I'm to assume it still stands?"

Blinking in recognition, Iskall gulped, eyes flickering between the Princes door and Mumbo before he gave in with a groan, "False is so gonna have my head for this- but fuck it." Shoving Mumbo back, he grabbed the advisor by his wrist and speed walked down the hall, just about missing Scar. Mumbo gave the stable boy a quick thumbs up before he disappeared around a corner.

Scar was shocked by the display, cheeks flushed a bright red. Knowing he had limited time, he didn't dwell on the thought and made his way to Grians door.

He knocked, waiting patiently before the door swung open, "Finally…"

His jaw dropped at the sight of the royal, his eyes roaming every inch of exposed skin. Grian wore a red silk robe that was tied loosely around his waist, the shoulders changing sleeves low exposing the light marks Scar had left from earlier.

Though he had arrived on time, The prince still had an annoyed and impatient expression, hand on his hip expectantly.

"Get in. Your late."

Ah. There was that usual demanding attitude.

Snapping out of his daze, Scar rolled his eyes and walked inside the lavish room.

Briefly admiring the decor, Scar jumped as the door was shut loudly. Turning to the Prince, he was annoyed to find the man narrowing his eyes at him.

"What?"

"Are you not going to apologize?" His words were less questioning, and more demanding, causing Scars annoyance to flair once more.

"No, because I wasn't late- you're just impatient your highness." He snapped right back, making the Princes temper flair up again, "Excuse me?!"

"You're excused." Scar smirked, confidence replacing his anxiety as he saw how he was getting under the other man's skin.

"You- Y-you-!!" Grians face grew redder in frustration as he strode closer, "Listen to me, just because you pulled that little stunt earlier doesn't mean you are off the damn hook, stable boy!!" Scar snorted at the name, the Princes tantrum being more amusing than annoying, "I know what you are, you hear me?!" This made Scar freeze, his stomach dropping as he tenses. This seemed to get the Princes attention as he grinned in victory, "Y-yea! Thats right, I know exactly what you are! And you and I both know the punishment for such practice…"

While this should have scared Scar, he simply continued to look at Grian with a cold gaze, feeling his anger flare up inside him.

"Now, unless you want to be burned alive, I suggest you start listening to me."

Something inside Scar snapped and he sneered, glaring at the male with a critical eye, "Oh really now? The little royal brat is threatening me? What, did I put a bruise in your little ego earlier?" He started walking towards the Prince, his eyes swirling in the golden glow once again as he backed Grian against the wall.

"H-hey!!"

"Maybe your ego needs a few more bruises to straighten you out, hm?" Looking fearful, Grian tried to make a dash for the door, only for Scars arm to shoot out and wrap around his waist. He pushed him roughly against the stone brick wall, pressing their bodies together as they came inches apart. Their breaths mingling, Scar could see the deep blush across the Princes face as he squirmed very gently.

Scar gulped, loosening his grip as he leaned by Grians ear, voice hushed, "This...Is this alright? Do you want this?" The stable boy needed confirmation before going any further, unsure if this was part of their little game or if Grian was really scared.

Freezing at his voice, Grian slowly relaxed, panting softly as he reached behind Scar and gripped the cloth on his back.

"God, more than anything…"

That was all Scar needed for him to roughly press his lips to the Princes in a heated, open mouthed kiss, Grian easily returning the affections eagerly. The stable boys hands slipped into the robe and he pushed it open, hands going down to his sides as his thumbs began rubbing circles into Grian's hips.

Pulling apart, Scar wrapped his arms around Grians waist and picked up the Prince, walk to the bed before dropping him on it. Crawling over him, He grinded his hips down on the blonde males as he kissed and sucked on the vein of his neck, drawing soft moans from him.

Pulling away, Scar sat up and looked around the room, spotting a knife sitting on Grians desk, "Hm...you seemed to like the knife earlier, didn't you~?" He teased, grinning as the blush on the Princes cheeks grew even darker.

Snapping his fingers, the Knife shot up and within seconds had itself pressed against Grians neck, making his breath hitch.

Scar watched in amusement as he began to unbutton his leather vest, speaking slowly and firmly with a smirk playing on his lips, "Let's get this right, hm? In here, I'm in charge- you've got no power." Grian looked like he wanted to protest, but lost his voice as Scar slipped off his vest and shirt, working on his belt next, "Secondly, your not allowed to touch yourself. All you are allowed to do is lay back like a good little prince while I do all the work. Got it?"

Gulping, Grian nodded as Scar took off his pants and underwear as well, "Good."

Going back down, Scar started to pepper and mouth kisses all over, moving from his collar bone, to his chest, to his midsection; worshipping every inch and leaving the man under him a squirming mess, quietly begging for more intimate attention.

Purposely avoiding his cock, Scar mouthed and nipped at Grians thighs, adoring the softness and the small noises he was making.

As he finished, he moved slightly up and wrapped his hand around the base of Grians dick before pressing a kiss to the tip- milking a hitched gasp from the Prince, "Your doing such a good job so far Grian~" he moved his hand up and down the shaft as a painstakingly slow pace, thumb swiping over the head every now and then.

Scar focused his magic on the knife, moving it to slowly trail the sharp edge along the skin of Grians chest until he trailing his eyes to the blondes face. His gut coiled in arousal at the pleading look on Grians face, groaning softly.

"Do...you have an oil?"

Grian whimpered softly, thrusting gently into Scars hand before gasping softly, "D-drawer-"

Grabbing the knife and letting his magic settle, he leaned forward and put it on the nightstand, opening the drawer to grab the oil lubricant.

Squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he pulled Grians knees over his shoulders and leaned forward. Scar pressed his lips to the Princes once more as he reached down and pressed a finger to the tight entrance.

Slowly slipping it in, Scar could feel Grian tense under him and he pulled away, kissing and biting gently at his neck to distract him, "Your being so good for me, my little prince…"

Grian whined in response as Scar added a second finger, whimpering and shivering as the brunette scissored and thrusting them gently. Scar buried his face in Grians neck, taking in the scent of roses and fresh oak as he slipped in a third finger.

"D-dammit, just fuck me already-'

Growling softly, Scar bit hard down on the vein in his neck as a warning, making Grian gasp and moan in surprise.

Slipping his fingers out, Scar used a bit more oil on his on shaft. After giving himself a few strokes, Scar leaned down and lined himself up.

"Ready?" He murmured breathlessly, "Yes- hurry, please~" Grian sounded desperate and with that Scar slowly began to press inside, moaning softly at the way Grians walls squeezed around him, "H-holy shit-"

"h-hurry up!" Grian moaned, grinding his hips up. Growling, Scar snapped his hips forward and wasted no time thrusting into the tight heat.

Grians moans grew into blissful screams as Scars pace grew rougher and quicker, "Fine, if you want to be such an impatient little brat-!"

Grian felt as if his body was being wreaked, climax growing closer as every snap of Scars hips seemed to hit directly into his prostate, making him see stars. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, in their own heavens as they pressed tightly together. Scars lips locked to Grians for what felt like the hundredth time that night, tounges tangling and fighting for dominance as Grians hands gripped and tugged at Scars soft brown locks, his gut coiling in heat at the acknowledgment of exactly who was courting him at that moment, pushing him closer to the edge.

"S-scar-!!"

"I-i know- go ahead~"

His back arching, he let out a soundless moan as one last direct hit to his prostate pushed him over the edge. White hot pleasure shooting through their bodies as they both orgasmed, Scar thrusting one more time before he came inside the blonde and Grian cumming onto his chest.

Both of them laid there wordlessly, trying to catch their breaths before Scar slowly pulled out.

Leaning down, he lazily licked the cum off Grians chest before sucking a few more hickeys into his collar bone.

Pulling away, Scar rolled on his side facing the Prince, the pair just staring for a few moments before Grian scooted closer and cuddling closer to Scar, burying his head into his chest.

"I...This won't be a one time thing, right? I...i-im...sorry...for the things I've said. I just- get frustrated…and..."

As Grian trailed off, Scar finally realized something.

He had mouthed off to and assaulted an unmarried royal multiple times in one day, and now- he had just courted that same Royal as a mere stable hand.

If he was found out, he would be probably be beheaded on sight.

Yet, as he listened to the soft tone in the Princes voices, he felt his heart flutter and he smiled softly, sitting up and grabbing a blanket and draping it over them before hugging Grian closer.

"No. It won't be, if you don't want it to be…"

As frustrating as the Royal Pain had been, in the end Scar couldn't help but fall.