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He didn't mean to, he swears he didn't.
He was the prince's right hand man, his best friend, his partner in crime. Jeremiah knew Prince Xavier better than most of the people on Philos except for one, and that was a fact he took pride in. He was a rock, a loyal friend. But right now, with the door to the prince's chamber slightly ajar at 3 in the morning, he feels like nothing more than a dirty, perverted voyeur.
The prince had once again been careless, the door left open for any assassin or backstabber to sneak inside. Anyone could have gotten in. And he did, in fact, have a visitor.
Except this was no assassin, or a backstabber. He had his grandis knight, his beautiful, adorable bubbly grandis knight, bent over on his bed. And oh, she was such a sight on her knees, with her ass up in the air, her head resting on her crossed arms as the crown prince pounded inside of her from behind. His gaze was focused on the place where they were connected, one hand pushing between her shoulder blades while his other held her hip for leverage, pulling his knight back on his cock with every thrust. The girl whined, a pretty little mewl that had Jeremiah swallowing, his clenched fists starting to slightly dampen with sweat.
He shouldn't be seeing this, shouldn't be watching this like a perverted freak, but well, she's so pretty. And they look so fucking good together, it's almost a shame they have to sneak around like this. Xaviers hair is pushed back, falling unusually out of place compared to what the crown prince looks like during the day. His chest glistens with sweat, both from effort and arousal. His lover moans loud when he hits that particular spot, her hands now clenching in the sheets beneath her mess of hair.
Jeremiah almost, almost moans with her, eyes roaming over damp skin and soft, supple flesh. He bites his lip, though. If anyone were to see them like this, no one would hear the end of it from Xavier. He loved her more than anything in the world, and she was his just as much as he was hers. Jeremiah knew this, was very aware of this and also respected it. It's not like he was head over heels for her, but she was irresistible, kind, lovely. And so frustratingly, undeniably Xaviers.
Jeremiah tries to look away, tries to remove himself from the doorframe and gets as far as having his back pressed against the outside wall, looking up at the ceiling as if it'd have all the answers to the questions running through his head. He's panting so loud he's afraid they'll hear him, so he tries with everything within him to calm down at least a little, wiping his sweaty hands on his vest and squeezing his eyes shut.
He can’t block out the sounds though, and while Xavier is usually the quiet one, Jeremiah can hear silent, distinct whispers of praise for his girl. Things like "So good, so pretty" and "Beautiful, wonderful" spill from his lips, disappearing into the spare air of the massive suite that is the prince's bedroom.
Jeremiah feels his heartbeat lower finally, and the fog in his head clears at least a little. His rational thinking is slowly seeping back in, and he almost removes himself from the wall, when a desperate, too loud wail has him sticking right back to it in half a second.
He slams his back against the stone at the sound, a hand flying to his mouth with how absolutely erotic she sounds like this. Just like that, the fog in his mind is back tenfold, and Jeremiah can't help but lean sideways again, peeking into the dimly lit room.
The silhouettes of both his close friends are illuminated by the moon shining through the big windows, and the sheen of sweat on both their bodies seems almost luminescent. The silent, but too loud 'pap pap pap' of Xaviers hips hitting her ass sounds obscene, and so good. They were so intoxicatingly fucking good together, and Jeremiah decides he'll maybe, just maybe, let himself indulge this one time. If none of them know, if none of them ever, EVER find out, maybe he'll just let himself have this.
His eyes roam over Xaviers lover first, her hair tousled and messy, shoulders heaving with moans and sobs, who ripple all the way to her back and stomach, her ass pressed flush against Xavier, his chest pale and scarred, beautiful and majestic, fitting for who he is. Jeremiah's gaze trails up the expanse of the prince's neck, to his face, and when he sees it, time comes to a drastic halt.
Xavier's eyes seem to glow with the moon's reflection, despite his pupils being fully blown. The remaining blue seems luminescent. A predator who's in the middle of a meal and feels threatened at the thought of it being taken away from him.
And he's looking right at Jeremiah.
Jeremiah's heart stops, lungs refusing to let out a single breath, and muscles giving out on the spot. He can not move, he's frozen solid to the doorframe. Xavier keeps the eye contact strong and intense from where he's still pounding into his knight with fervor, huffing with a frown on his face as he too seems to think on what to do with this information.
When Jeremiah's heart decides to start working again, it starts beating so hard he can feel it in his throat. The sweaty palms aren't damp anymore, they're fucking wet. His knees feel weak under Xaviers stern gaze, and if it weren't for his girl still being oblivious to his presence, he would've sunk right through them in shame.
Of all the things he expects, it was not Xavier grinning the way he does now. The prince raises an eyebrow and increases his pace while giving Jeremiah a once over. The way his friend crosses his hands over his tented crotch seems to tell Xavier enough, and he makes eye contact with Jeremiah again, lifting a finger to his lips.
Oh. Oh, he's telling him to be quiet. He's shushing him. Okay. Well, fuck, he's the prince. Who is Jeremiah to argue?
He leans into the room a little further to get a better look at the way she's got her back arched, thrusting herself back on her lover's cock as he keeps up the pace, seemingly more determined knowing that he has an audience now.
Xavier leans down, stroking her hair away from her face as he whispers in her ear, and at this point Jeremiah is convinced he's dreaming. Well, if it's a dream, he's going to enjoy it while it lasts.
"My love." Xavier whispers, and the poor thing brokenly moans in reply. "Remember when we talked about having someone watching us, and how you weren't opposed to it?" he whispers, and questions arise in Jeremiah's head. Xavier's knight hums sweetly, and it has the prince smiling down fondly at her. "You still want that?" he asks, and the quiet "Yeah." he gets in return seems to be enough for Xavier to place his hand under her chin, gently, and lift her head.
Oh, fuck.
She seems a little confused, but so fucked out, so incredibly out of it with the way her eyes are glazed over. It takes a while before she gets the hint and scans for anyone else in the room, before her eyes land on Jeremiah, still standing frozen solid in the doorway. He sees her eyes widen in real time, mouth opening wider in shock. Before she can yell, Xaviers hand comes up to cover her mouth, still gentle as ever.
"Quiet, starling." he whispers "Don't wake anyone up. If you want him to leave, you give my finger a bite right now." he says, placing his index finger between two parted rows of teeth. "If you want him to stay, give my fingers a little kiss for me, love. Can you do that?" The girl's eyes soften, looking over Jeremiah with a desperation he's sure he cannot handle right now.
It takes a little while before she sucks Xaviers fingers into her mouth, before letting them pop out and pressing a kiss against them with wet, swollen lips. Jeremiah's breath catches in his throat when she looks up at him from under her lashes as she does so, Xavier giving a hum in acknowledgement.
"You want him to watch you?" he asks sweetly, slowing his pace and rubbing his big hands over the swell of her ass. Jeremiah feels lightheaded, watching this go down feels like a fever dream.
"Yes." she replies, voice hoarse and silent, but so fond. Xavier looks back up, looking right at Jeremiah.
"I figured you'd end up here eventually." he says, louder than he's been speaking the entire time. "You can't take your eyes off her. No one can. As much as I love and appreciate you as a friend, I think I'll have to show you who she really belongs to."
And lord, may Astra take the wheel, Jeremiah usually always has something snarky to snap back with, but now all he can do is nod his head.
"I'll do you the favor this one time, of showing you." Xavier growls, pace picking back up and oh fuck it's ten times worse now that he has her on her knees, fucking looking at Jeremiah from where she's being pounded on the bed. Bad idea, this is worse, so much worse. His hand drifts to the front of his too tight pants, until a small speck of light bats it away and his eyes fall on Xavier flicking his finger in Jeremiah's direction.
"Just watching." Xavier reminds him. "No touching, and that includes yourself, Jeremy." He says it with a smile, way too playful and sexy given the situation they're in.
Jeremiah retreats his hand immediately, suddenly afraid to be taken away the privilege of watching this... whatever this is, from up close. Xavier lifts his head a little, cocking his head while keeping his eyes on Jeremiah, and despite his doubts about taking his father's crown in the end, he sure knows how to look like royalty, stern, and majestic.
The girl beneath him mewls, letting Jeremiah's name fall from her lips in a silent prayer, and Jeremiah finally moans out loud when he looks at her. She looks like she's begging him for something, but he's not allowed to do anything, barely allowed to move. So he's not sure what to do, and if she keeps looking at him like that, he's not sure how long he'll be able to take it.
Xavier pounds even harder now, bending over to press his back against hers, hoarsely whispering out a "Show him, darling. Show him who's making you feel good." The girl trembles, and grits her teeth through her moans, still looking up at their mutual friend, at this point rooted to the floor. Jeremiah feels heat spreading through his guts, limbs, invading every fiber of his being.
"He's so good, Jeremy." she keens, eyebrows strung together by the ecstatic frown on her damp face. "H-he's been at this for longer than an hour. I c-can't take it anymore." Jeremiah closes his eyes to exhale a breath he'd been holding, and opens them again to sink through his knees, crouching so the eye contact is easier to keep, and a little more intimate. Xavier makes no complaints.
" S'that right, sweetheart?" he asks, voice so sickly sweet, dripping with honey and arousal. "Is he making you feel good?"
She nods, so desperate for it, for the affirmation, and Xavier increases in pace yet again as approval of what she said.
"Xavier, if you're not going to have any mercy on me," Jeremiah breathes out, looking up at his friend. "At least have some mercy on her. The poor thing is dying to come."
Xavier gives him a bit of a look, and then bends back over to whisper in his partner's ear. "Is he right, starling? Do you want to come? You need it?" She looks up at Xavier, eyes adoringly looking at him like he hung the sun, the stars and the moon. Jeremiah gets once again reminded that she will never look at anyone else that way, and the same goes for the prince. His eyes had always been on her, since the very beginning, and Jeremiah thinks he's deserved this, to be able to love her the way he does.
But this... This was a once in a lifetime golden opportunity he simply couldn't ignore.
He might never get the chance again, to see two of Philos' most admired, beloved people love one another like this. There were people out there who searched their entire lives and then some, to find what these two had. And Jeremiah was here, allowed to watch them love like this.
Oh, it was intoxicating.
"Here's what we're going to do." Xavier speaks up, grabbing onto her hips a little harder. "I'm going to flip her over, you're going to stand here right next to the bed, no touching, and only when I say so, you can tell her when she's allowed to come. Can you do that, Jeremiah?" He sounds breathless, and while he's urging his lover onto her back, Jeremiah nods, standing upright and moving his way too heavy feet to stand next to the bed, crouching down again to be able to look her into the eye from where she's sprawled out on the bed on her back, head turned to the side to look at Jeremiah from up close.
"Hi." she says cutely, out of breath, a little smile. Jeremiah fucking melts. Xavier, you lucky asshole.
"Hey." he says, fighting the urge to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear. The sweet moment is short lasting though, because Xavier is impatient, always kinda has been, and starts fucking her with vigor. Her entire body jostles with the movement, the bed barely creaking but the noise of the shifting sheets loud enough to wake someone up.
She moans so prettily, shifting between looking at Jeremiah and her lover, who's looking down on her adoringly. It doesn't last very long this time, both probably on edge from the hours they've spent teasing and messing around.
Jeremiah looks at Xavier, hoping he gets the hint, and seemingly the silver haired prince takes mercy on his sweet fallen angel. He makes eye contact with his friend, and nods. "Go ahead. Talk her through it. Consider it a favor."
Jeremiah finally moans out loud, probably a little too loud, but he looks at her now, she looks back at him, and he whispers "Your prince said you can come, now. Do it, pretty. I'm watching." and just like that, the bubble pops, and she comes with a silent scream, eyes growing wide, looking at Jeremiah until Xaviers big, calloused hand grabs her by the chin, and makes her look at him instead.
She convulses, shaking and trembling, bucking her hips up and down his cock trying to get both more and less stimulation. Jeremiah watches it happen, turning around to check for Xaviers reaction. He’s chasing that sweet release just as much, it seems. Well, he never said anything about not speaking.
“You need my permission as well, your majesty?” he asks, half as a joke, half hoping it’d set him off as well.
Xavier groans then, his partners cunt probably clenching around him, his head coming to rest on her collarbone. His grunts get muffled by her skin, and right after his thrusts have grown erratic and desperate, they start to slow down.
Eventually, the only sound in the room is that of three people panting. Jeremiah sits crouched on the floor next to the bed still, too afraid to look any of them in the eye, still painfully, embarrassingly hard.
While he didn't, well, finish, the post-clarity hits like a truck. He did invade their privacy, and was watching them without any of their consent, even if they ended up liking it, or so they say at least. His mind is running circles, but a familiar big hand ruffles his dark brown curls in disarray. There's a quiet giggle from the bed, and a chuckle from above, and all of a sudden, it doesn't seem all too bad.
"Sorry." is all Jeremiah can say, still looking at the floor as Xavier cleans up his girlfriend.
"Nothing to apologize for.” Xavier whispers back. “I suggest you go to your chamber to take care of your own issue.” his eyes flick down with a raised brow, before shooting back up to make uncomfortable eye contact. Jeremiah feels his face grow so hot he thinks he’s going to explode. “Then get some sleep and you and I will talk in the morning." Xavier says, and what was breathy and erotic five minutes ago, is familiar and warm now, just like the Xavier he knows.
He sees that Xaviers lover is out like a light, sleeping peacefully on top of the dirty covers. The Prince effortlessly lifts her up the tiniest bit, to tuck her under the covers as well.
"Y-yeah, alright." Jeremiah stammers. "By the way, I, uh." He swallows. "I don't want to, like. Take her from you. She looks at you like you invented the universe. I wouldn't just..." He wants to say 'take that away from you', but words stick in his throat. Thankfully, Xavier knows him like the back of his hand, and understands what he's trying to get at and smiles.
"She is mine, and as long as she'll have me I will be hers. The fact that I don't want anyone treating her the same way I do is logical, to me. I'd do anything for her, it's concerning."
Jeremiah stands up and dusts off his pants, looking at Xavier who now also covered himself up with the fluffy white blanket. "That being said, I know what she looks like to everyone. And since we trust you..." He looks up at his long time friend, giving him a playful smile. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind putting on a little show for you every blue moon. From afar, of course."
"OKAY that's enough for tonight! Enough! Goodnight!" Jeremiah says, a little too fast and a little too loud, because Xavier is laughing as Jeremiah exits the room.
"If i have to sneak her out in the morning, I won't be here." he loud-whispers in the hallway, enough for Xavier to hear. “Your father is going to kill you!”
"I'll hide her under my bed!" comes the reply, and Jeremiah, troubled as he is, can't help but laugh.
Maybe it won't be so bad, right? They love each other very much, and if they trust Jeremiah enough to witness that love in a non-interractive way with a front row seat, well then who the fuck was he to refuse?
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He never forgot about that particular night, even after more than 200 years, it still lingered in his mind like a sensual dream. Especially now that Xavier turned up with a girl at the flower shop, looking exactly the way she did back then, just... different. It had his heart thumping and blood pressure rising. He can't even begin to imagine what Xavier must have felt like.
He had left the greenhouse for a little bit to work on her identity in order to be able to enter the N109 zone, and was pondering over the fact that, despite looking the same, having the exact same soul, she still did not remember anything. This was a different life for her, to her, they were different people. Not her friends from back on Philos. Would she even love Xavier the same way, after all he went through to find her again?
The questions are at the forefront of his mind when he enters the greenhouse again, about to greet the two when he finds them in quite the intimate situation, nearly pressed against each other from where Xavier is sitting down, and she's standing up, holding his wrist and their faces inches from one another. The tension is heavy, and thick.
Jeremiah doesn't even hesitate, turns on his heel and gives a dismissive wave. "Whoops, sorry! I entered the wrong room!"
He can't help but fight off a smile at their shocked faces, though. Oh well, they'd cross that barrier when the time was right.