The Prince of one of the most influential empires in the galaxy enters a Strip Club and falls in love with a male stripper in a matter of three seconds. What could possibly go wrong after that? Well, both of them could fall in love with an ex-con
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Skeppy clenched to the hard surface of the ship, the agency had given him the newest equipment that would allow him to go undercover. They did not mean to infiltrate the crew, by the way, wanting him to just live in the vents until he can guarantee his royal highness safety outside the ship.
It was a kidnapping plan, business, as usual. Skeppy was trained and prepared for it. Missions like that could not take more than two days am three if he is feeling lazy.
Is the tenth day now. He had not arranged a time for keeping up with all the romance drama going on. Or to take a proper shower. He was trying. He really was. Today Skeppy even heard the psychological valuation made by Callahan.
The rest of it though...
Let us just say that it becomes hard to pay attention to other people when a maniac with bright white eyes is chasing you around a very limited space with a variety of knives you have never seen beforehand.
He had already stopped fifty assassination attempts against himself, four against the prince.
- You know, being on top of me like that is a bit suggestive. It might give me the wrong idea of what we are.
Said the parliament agent while his blood dripped on his face. He was pressed on the cold metallic floor of the cargo bay holding with all his strength the blade of a knife. On top of him, a faceless man pushed even further his weapon, tearing off a scream from the man beneath him.
- I'm trying to murder you!
Smiling, he answered.
- Nevertheless.
Skeppy chuckled, kicking the other on the neck to unstabilized him. Halo fell on the floor, his hand were crushed by the weight of boots and, his knife was kicked far away from his reach before he had the chance to get better. The brown-eyed man pulled him by the t-shirt, landing a punch on his jaw and nose. A bloody faced killer was left passed out on the floor.
He could not feel his hands anymore, not even the pain of it, but could move them enough to grab the knife on the floor. The man was climbing to go up the vent once more, chewing through agony, when he remembered that the face of his enemy was unknown.
Moving fast, afraid of the awakening, Skeppy lowered to the ground and removed the ski mask, revealing a creature with skin as dark as BlackBerrys, with scars scattered all over his face, the biggest one being a mutilated ear. He had two long fangs pointing up. The left one has its tip missing.
As his heart skipped a beat, Skeppy found it confusing that someone, in his eyes, had such cherubic features, could turn into an unmatchable beast. The duality between his actions and his calm resemblant almost creating a sense of sympathy.
A feeling that went off quickly, he was a professional for god's sake, what were you expecting?
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There is a limited amount of things a human heart can handle, that is why heart attacks are so popular within the lesbian community. I mean, have you seen a woman? How could such perfection strike an entire gender?
Talking about women. There is a funny thing they always do. You know. That thing.
That thing where they battle against an entire ship fleet, killing more than two thousand soldiers only by their hand. Uncountable others by sailors beneath her command.
Yeah, that silly thing where they destroy everything in front of them when they do not receive a letter from their loved one for more than one month.
C'mon, you must remember, that thing where they stay awake for one week straight thinking about how the only person that ever brought joy to their lives could have died.
What do you mean by 'no woman does that'?
Well, my mistake.
I guess it really was just Puffy.
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I do not enjoy this attention other characters are receiving. Fells homophobic. I know none of them are straight, but internalized homophobia is a thing, kids.
Talking about liking a man while identifying as one, nothing too spicy will happen. I feel much more comfortable in the privacy of my room than in the middle of a corridor.
It feels like someone is watching me.
- Can we go inside?
- Absolutely.
Karl had dove-like eyes that never met mine, a sweet feeling knowing I have a man hypnotised by my lips.
We sit on our bed, not having proper time to accommodate. I lose balance when the prince captures my lips. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I feel Karl's tongue tracing my lips, asking for permission that I soon grant.
Breaking for air, I take the opportunity to go in the middle of the bed. He follows me eagerly and shortly sits on my lap. I can feel his cheeks burning as I cup his face with my hand. He reluctantly pulls me closer.
My eye is wide open when our lips brush. We stay like this for a couple of seconds before I gain the courage to go back into the warm embrace of his lips.
The sound of a door banging wide open break us apart. We both get startled. Karl leaves my lap, almost falling out of bed.
Being to concentrate on each other, both of us failed to realize the presence of a third person in the room.
With only a towel clinging low on his waist, a man with black hair steps out of my bathroom, steam from the hot water following him. He was about five foot ten, he had a bit of body fat that made him look muscular, torso covered with tattoos. He had two prominent scars at the view, one on his heart, and the other on where I can only assume since I'm no doctor, his kidney.
