The Sugilite Prince

Jimon wakes up to heavy panting and shuffling on the bed. He looks over at Sugi, his eyes tightly shut, sweat glistening on his brow, his bangs forming peaks framing his flushed face. Sugi softly moans in anguish, “Hobi, Hobi, no!”

Jimon scoots closer and places a gentle kiss on his lips. It hurts him to see him in such emotional pain. Jimon shushes him as he gently wraps his arms around his body spooning him closer. He whispers in his ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here.”

Sugi’s soft moans quite down as Jimon gently strokes his arm. His violet eyes flutter open as he grabs Jimon’s arm from around his waist. Sugi turns to face Jimon. Their sleepy eyes meet. Sugi’s little frown is replaced by a sweet smile. He pulls Jimon closer squeezing him tight.

“Thanks for waking me, sweetheart.”

Jimon blushes at the tender endearment, “you were having a nightmare.”

“It’s nice to wake up in your arms.”

“Won’t you tell me about it.”

Pouting, Sugi’s face changes. Jimon notices tears pooling in his eyes. His voice cracking, Sugi manages to say, “He was so nice. Always happy and talking excitedly. He could always make me laugh. He was my friend.” His body shakes with sobs as Jimon tries to console him.

“I’m so sorry.” Jimon lets him cry so he can get all of his emotions out as he strokes his back soothingly.

“I don’t deserve to be happy. That’s why everyone leaves me.”

Jimon grabs his chin and lifts it to look into his eyes. “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

His tender eyes look up at Jimon and he asks him, “are you mine?”

“If you want me. I’ve been told that you get what you want,” Jimon says with a smirk.

“I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t,” Jimon reassures and Sugi smiles and blushes.

Jimon whispers, “I’ve been yours since that day.”

Sugi closes his eyes and snuggles up close to the boy he loves, but with all the sweet things he says, he still hasn’t said I love you.

Jimon snuggles into his neck and kisses him. Sugi is content with the affection and doesn’t ask anything more than he is willing to give. He has a feeling that this is all new to Jimon, and he probably has never been intimate with a boy before. With a muffled sigh, Jimon hugs him even tighter.

Jeon’s distinct knock is heard at the door. Sugi knows he wouldn’t disturb him unless it was important so he gets up from the bed taking his warmth away from Jimon.

Sugi puts on his robe and his mask and says, “come in.”

Jeon strides into the room, his face is serious and concerned. “Your Highness, I have some news.”

Sugi’s hands shake and his pulse quickens scared to hear something may have happened to his father.

But the words that Jeon says, startle him even more.

“We found her.”