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Lloyd moved among the guests, returning farewells and receiving congratulations with a grace and ease that would once have been completely out of character for him, glass of cider in hand - he had promised the earl years ago that he would keep himself clean - making his way without stopping, hurrying to his chambers, tired after a day of hard work fine-tuning the last details, more than willing to take a break from the party that was taking place, still in full swing despite the wee hours of the morning in the Estate's main hall, given the completion of the last major project of the fiefdom. He knew it was impolite for the guest/host of honor to leave early, but men like Lloyd Frontera don't stop, and early tomorrow morning he would already have to be standing in his study, reviewing plans for his next big project.
Once in his personal chambers, he when out to his balcony for cooling of a little. He had barely enjoyed a few moments of relaxation, leaning on the rail, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath filling his lungs with the cool night breeze when he felt the door to his bedroom lock and Javier emerge through the balcony door behind him.
For a sword master like Javier, even Lloyd would have had trouble sensing his approaching presence if Javier had wanted to hide it, but it seems like his personal guard had the courtesy that night not to try to kill him with a heart attack and decided to make sound out loud the rhythm of his footsteps to let him notice his presence.
Lloyd couldn't help but show a half smile at the unusual kindness of his subordinate, who usually took deep silent enjoyment in making his life a little more difficult.
- "Anything you want to tell me, Javier?" - He said out loud, not even bothering to open his eyes.
- "Yes. On my way here The Lord has just asked me to remind you to please not focus solely on your personal projects and to please resume your other duties... such as answering correspondence." - The knight answered, leaning against the wall next to the door, to which Lloyd could only stifle a snort.
The topic of correspondence has been a common joke between the two of them for years now, especially due to their recurring discussions regarding Javier receiving marriage proposals and declarations of unconditional love from strangers, while Lloyd fought for his life to receive at least one serious proposal, even with his position as heir to currently one of the most prosperous fiefdoms and his most recent status as a national hero.
I mean, Lloyd had half a brain, he couldn't blame them.
Javier might not have a noble title or territory to his name but that was only because the man himself had never wanted to. Lloyd was absolutely certain that Her Majesty would have offered him all of that and more if Javier had even hinted that she could somehow seduce him into working for her.
And it was not for less
Tall, ridiculously handsome, with a sharp mind and a reserved disposition - and the power of the script on his side - Javier was basically every damn inch of the archetype of what an alpha was supposed to be. The poster child for the Perfect Alpha, and as such, he had never lacked suitors: Omegas, Beta Women - And Alpha women even, if you counted the mermaids - (and some beta and alpha men who were not as straight as they pretended to be) fell right at his feet in surrender wherever the man passed.
Like a damn angel who had taken the trouble to come down to bless the earth, giving everyone the delight of being in his fucking presence.
And to his disgrace, as his faithful guard, the man was always at Lloyd's side .
How the hell did somebody expect anyone to bother to even glance at the brunette when the gender-swap version of Aphrodite was standing next to him the whole damn time?!
At Lloyd , of all people?!
Lloyd, who objectively speaking everyone considered physically the most average beta to ever walk the earth.
I mean, Yes... he wasn't particularly ugly, his face was itself the definition of average, absolutely no particular features to highlight. The rest of his body was nothing to write home about either, no physical defect or noticeable deformity that could capture or repel the attention of others. Perhaps his height, a little above average - but still way shorter than Javier’s - would be something more worth mentioning - after all girls like tall men - and he also had a modest slim and defined body, result of the many hours of manual work he had invested working side by side with his subordinates.
- It was his terrifying expressions and his horrible personality that gave him that repellent aura - as Javier liked to point out.
Yes, his intelligence and achievements shone with their own brilliance and managed to make people look at him and believe his valuable time was something worth considering.
And yes, his recent rise in status from good-for-nothing son of an indebted baron to heir of a wealthy count and national hero, Master and Lord of one of the country's (Continent) greatest swordmasters certainly improved his prospects regarding the marriage market greatly.
But still, Lloyd was realistic.
He knew that none of the ladies who came to talk about marriage at the behest of their parents or heads of the family did so voluntarily - At least, not after meeting him - And Hey, listen, Lloyd may be cruel bastard who wasn't afraid to exploit his employees and manipulate them in such a way that they would thank him for exploiting them, but not even he was cruel enough to chain a young lady from a good family, who probably had much better things to do with her life, to a poor devil like him.
- If he ever had any doubt about it, that trip to hell where he got the damn demons to admire him erased every single fucking ounce of doubt from his body-
Yeah... That was a pretty humbling experience.
A question from Javier directed towards him brought him out of his thoughts.
-"Master Lloyd?" - Javier called his attention, scanning him with his eyes, alert, but still without losing his good mood.
Lloyd would never cease to be amused by how Javier insisted on maintaining a minimum of formality when they were alone, even after the alpha had filled every hole of him he could to the point of satiety, sunk deep in the haze of his rut.
-"Yes, sorry, what were you telling me?"-
-"I don't see you very worried about your absolute failure in the marriage market"-
-"Have you just noticed?" Lloid takes a deep breath and let out a breathless laugh before clarifying -"Actually... I've never been worried about it at all"- The brown-haired man approached one of the night tables, where one of the maids had left some late-night snacks for him, and he helped himself to a piece of bread with pate
- "Don't you think you're going to be able to find a wife?" - Javier answered between laughs, crossing his arms, glass of wine in hand - "Who will be the lady of the house then? Also, if I remember correctly, your brother is married to a foreign princess, so it is up to you to father the heir of the fief" -
-"I'm realistic Javier, plus I already have enough stress with the things I have to take care of. I don't get anything out of worrying about things that are completely beyond my hands." The brown-haired man responded. Making Javier's face lose the grace and lightness that had been imprinted on him.
-"You... really don't think you're going to find a partner?"
-"Contrary to popular belief, I really don't like tying people down to situations they really don't want to be in... Well, leaving out, you know, forced slavery." The brown-haired man downplayed its importance, pointing it out with lightness and humor.
-"Wouldn't you like to have a life partner? Have something like what Mr. and Mrs. have? To start a family?"
-"Well..."- He looked away leaving his back to the nightstand, submerging himself slightly in his own thoughts - "I have never really imagined myself with a partner... but I do plan to have children in the future... I have always thought that two is a good number. As for the gender, I have no particular preferences. I will love them however they come."- The brown-haired man answered, shrugging his shoulders.
-"Don't you forget the small detail that in order to have children, someone has to give birth to them first? I think Master Lloyd is a little too old to continue believing in the stork." Javier answered, momentarily recovering his humor.
-"Yes, well... actually, technically speaking, I don't need a wife for that"- Lloyd mentioned causally, making Javier raise an eyebrow. - "You only necessarily need a woman to have children if you 'lack the oven to bake the buns'." - pointed out the black-haired man, raising his hands in quotation marks - "In that case, you are completely subject to the goodwill of your lady. But in my case, fortunately, I do not necessarily need to earn the favor of any lady." - The brown-haired man concluded.
Lloyd could almost hear the circuits in Javier's brain processing what he just heard.
-"...What are you talking about?"-
-"Yeah! Mother Nature is a total bitch! But in this case at least, she had mercy on me. I just have to find some man who is willing to fuck me! Men are much less picky with who they fuck than girls. You don't have to like them or even attract them. Depending on the circumstances, all they really need is a hole to put it in." - Lloyd let out a snort in a light mood, -"Some poor poor unfortunate soul must be out there who is going to be willing to help me " he finished with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders and putting a piece of bread into his mouth and chewing, having little regard for his manners.
-"What... are you talking about Lloyd...?"- Javier questioned him, having lost all humor and acquiring a serious tone in his voice.
-"About what?" the brown-haired man answered, chewing another bite of his bread, completely unaware of the change in atmosphere in the room.
-"What do you mean by 'lack the oven to bake the buns'?" -Javier's brain refused to assimilate the new information even though it was as clear as day what his friend was referring to.
-"That I don't need anything else"- answered the brown-haired man, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
-"Wait..."- the brown-haired man froze and opened his eyes wide before turning to look at his now perplexed escort, connecting the dots. - "You also thought I was a beta?" Lloyd questioned, completely stunned before bursting out laughing.
- "Oh my god..." Lloyd could barely get enough air between laughing to speak - "You're seriously telling me that after you spent all your last ruts buried balls deep in me, you never realized I was an omega." ?... Can't...!" - Lloyd was completely doubled over with laughter.
Javier could almost feel how his conception of the world and reality itself had been completely shattered at that very moment.
Yes, it was true that he had been passing out his ruts with Master Lloyd, after he himself had selflessly offered to help, but he hardly remembered anything about any of those encounters. His pride always forced him to hold on until the last moment before resorting to the brown-haired man, so by the time he got to bed with him, it was always at the point where he was on the edge of sanity, on the border of the fog of highest moment of his rut.
Of course he didn't remember anything!
But right now Javier didn't want to do anything but to smash his head against the nearest wall.
In his mind, Lloyd was a beta. He had always been a beta.
It had been a beta who bullied him when he was little, It had been a beta when he could barely handle himself because of alcohol. it had been a beta who was causing destruction throughout the fiefdom, terrorizing the villagers. it had been a beta who had taken a shovel and with his own blood, sweat and tears had begun to change things.
He had been a beta when he helped Javier defeat the monster in that coastal city. He had been a beta when he dismantled a plot in the royal palace and took charge of that dragon in the capital. And He had definitely been a beta when he had practically enslaved the underworld itself and later the mermaids.
Javier was absolutely sure of that.
But then... How?
He knew Lloyd wasn't lying about it, after all, what profit would there be?
But it was a fact that Lloyd seemed like the frame of reference for a beta under absolutely any parameters!
Javier had never considered himself a prejudiced person, far from it. Quite the opposite, in fact. -Until a few seconds ago he was quite sure he was an alpha in a taboo relationship with a beta!-
And that was the thing: Master Lloyd looked nothing like an omega.
He didn't have the height of an omega, he didn't have the build of an omega, he didn't have anywhere near the body structure of an omega, and he exhibited absolutely none of the personality traits most commonly found in that subgenre!
Damn it. Lloyd Frontera was the biggest bastard Javier had ever met in his entire life!
He didn't even smell like an omega! and no matter how you looked at it, his pheromones as such would have been absolutely impossible for an alpha to miss, much less one with the heightened senses of a sword master.
When Lloyd finally managed to get some air, he took pity on his friend's mental breakdown and went to one of his nightstands to take out a vial of a substance and throw it in the swordsman's face to wake him up.
Javier's instincts reacted, making him catch the bottle before it slammed into him, managing to bring him back to reality and direct his gaze towards the unlabeled bottle.
-"That thing you have in your hands is a suppressant. It's not exactly legal and it has a lot of side effects. The old me used to drink it like wine, messing up his body a lot in the process. That's why you can't smell me. Neither you nor anyone else can. The glands in my body never had the opportunity to develop properly to be able to secrete normal levels of pheromones. I can smell them, but you can't..." - The brown-haired man slowly recovered the bottle from his escort's hands. -"I still use it... In much less quantity, of course, but it prevents me from having my heat and needless to say... it is much easier to live as a beta.
If you're wondering how Masters allow it... well... they don't know about it. I know that they would have received the presentation of their firstborn as an omega with more than open arms, but... how many problems it may had brought them...
Although historically there had never been systematic discrimination against omegas in the kingdom, it had always been possible for both women and men to be the heirs of their family, respecting their birth order, that did not mean that people continued to preside over women and especially omegas as something delicate, which had to be treated with great care and gentleness. Especially in the case of male omegas, these being considered by their very low birth rate within the already scarce alpha and omega population asprecious pearls, which should be protected by soft and gentle hands, far from where the dirt of the world could reach them. Not because they were fragile per se, because anyone would know that no one who was anything less than strong would have enough strength and resilience to bring a new life into the world, but it was common knowledge that male omegas were the most popular subgenre in the world. everyone was in tune with the language of pheromones, which made them particularly empathetic and sensitive towards their close circle. Not to mention that their pregnancies generally tended to be a much more delicate condition than the average woman's pregnancy.
But Lloyd Frontera, both in the past and present, was such a fucking proudfull man, that he didn't care if he completely fucked up his body in the process, as long as he didn't show off the social label of omega.
That was why as soon as he discovered his secondary gender at the age of 15, he went against his parents' backs, not only hiding his true presentation from them, but also to get that very questionable formula.
He couldn't bear the thought that the people around him would start treating him differently overnight, much less for a reason so absolutely stupid and so out of his control. He preferred a thousand times the abruptness and dryness with which a lively beta man was received, than a life of people walking on eggshells around him for fear of ' hurting his feelings ', as if he were made of crystal or something like that.
He would much rather have a life of honest displeasure and disappointment than a life in a fucking dollhouse.
You see, Lloyd, both in his previous life and in this one, only desired one single thing: He wanted to live.
Even if his concept of life was one of peace, surrounded by wealth, and without having to lift a single finger for the rest of his life.
But then it wouldn't matter, because it would have been entirely his choice, and not a fucking golden cage placed around him without his consent just because he had a uterus inside his guts.
Furthermore, as a male omega, it was still possible for him to get someone pregnant. The probability was low, yes. But it is still possible.
That's why they had been content to live like a beta.
And that's why I never bothered to clarify the situation to the count and countess to apply the search to different suitors.
It is very possible that I will have problems conceiving in the future... But don't worry! I still use contraceptives! So you never had to worry about any additional consequences when you were using me as a glory hole during your ruts! But I really don't understand how you didn't realize I was secreting lube when you fucked me outside of them. I was a damn fountain!" -
Javier wanted to puke.
He knew Lloyd's pride-bearing probably better than anyone else on the planet. He could very clearly imagine Lloyd being capable of going to such extremes, of poisoning his body to that point, if he considered his pride on the line, but...
The way the raven-haired man was talking about all of this… it was making him feel sick.
I mean, they had never taken the time to sit down and talk about what they had, but it was one thing to have an implicit relationship that was no longer strictly platonic...
and it was quite another thing for Lloyd to express himself as... an object... to be used.
Javier's sharp mind was quickly connecting the dots and filling in many gaps that now, under this new context, took on a new meaning...
And Javier didn't like the image that was beginning to form.
-"...Why do you express about yourself on that way?"
-"On what way?"-
-"As if you were something to be... used, Lloyd...?
I know we've never talked openly about our... arrangement, but...
You couldn't have seriously thought that I was just using you to fuck you... Right?"-
The question left the brown-haired man petrified, his eyes wide like headlights.
Lloyd remembers the first time he was intimate with Javier.
They were on one of their trips, and Javier had drunk a drugged drink for him. An aphrodisiac, to be precise. When Javier's will began to break and he had nothing left to do with himself, Lloyd took the initiative to help his friend. He stripped completely naked and climb into the alpha's lap. He couldn't tell who was on the surface, if Javier or his alpha. He felt the alpha sniffing and running his teeth along his neck. He may not have been emitting the pheromones of an omega, but Javier's alpha had been able to perfectly distinguish the smell of the lubrication of a willing partner. Lloyd helped the alpha open his belt and pants, releasing the alpha's hard erection, already secreting precum. The brown-haired man had barely managed to look for a desperate grip on the other's shoulders before the alpha took his hips and proceeded to impale himself on him with a single thrust, without any type of preparation or prior stretching. Lloyd barely had time to adapt to the immense size of his member, while he licked his neck before the alpha resumed the iron grip of his hands on his hips and began to fuck him in a brutal rhythm. Strong and fast, with irregular and desperate thrusts, pushing himself with his own thighs to find his hips until he came. As it was the first time Lloyd was taken, the alpha couldn't get his already swollen knot inside him no matter how desperately he tried, so he had to settle for cumming inside him with the knot pressed as tight as he could against his entrance, taking little care when squeezing his bruised and swollen vulva. That day, Javier - or his alpha- pumped load after load into him. Panting, nibbling and begging the omega completely desperate for the next round.
It took the Alpha 3 full rounds to become unconscious.
And all the other times he was with the alpha during his ruts were not far from that.
Lloyd was usually woken up in the middle of his dream with the alpha slowly surrounding his waist with his iron grip arm, dragging him under the alpha to cover him with his body, only bothering to run his underwear to one side, to plunge into him with one thrust, taking advantage of the lubricant that his body secreted in response to the rut hormones reactivating from the alpha with whom he shared his bed, to proceed to ride him slowly, drowned in pheromones but still half asleep, slowly riding him towards the first orgasm of the day and staying there inside him beyond the time in which his knot lasted, until he felt like another sleepy round or maybe getting up to eat something.
It was completely Javier's fault that they both had to invent a week-long mission twice a year to retreat to a house as far away from civilization as possible while the rut week passed. - And that Lloyd would hopefully be able to wear baggy shirts, underwear and some loose shorts during his stay in it - Any other tighter clothing - Less accessible - Would have been completely impractical around an alpha coming and going on the waves of his rut and that insisted on pounding him and fucking him right then and there wherever he found him when his hormones spiked again.
By this point, the alpha had fucked him in quickies without mercy on practically every surface in sight in that house. The alpha had a particular fixation on fucking him against the wall, taking full advantage of their height difference to pin him high enough so that his feet couldn't touch the floor and the entire weight of his body fell on his cock, or pin him from behind on to a kitchen's counter or the desk in his study, to proceed to fuck him within an inch of his life in such a way, to finally delight himself, growling with pride and desire, in the sight of Lloyd's legs barely able to hold him up, walking like a fawn with a mixture of semen and lubricant slowly dripping down his thighs, full of hickeys and bites on the inside, from his still dilated and throbbing holes. His vulva and butt completely red and swollen from the abuse.
The morning after the first time he slept with Javier on his rut or anything similar, he had woken up early and was preparing some scrambled eggs. He had prepared several because he was sure Javier would be hungry but w hen Javier woke up, he merely limited himself to dressing and wishing him good morning before telling him that he would go to supervise the morning training as if nothing had happened. The clueless idiot didn't notice that the breakfast he had prepared was too much for one person...
Lloyd felt so stupid stirring those scrambled eggs. Of course he had no illusions that Javier would ever really want anything with him other than sex, but still...
After his nights with Javier, Lloyd gave himself permission to explore other companies, but being perceived by everyone as a beta, all he received, even in his most decent fucks, was the quick and uncompromising treatment between men who They were simply looking to relieve the pressure. None of his companions bothered to show him the decency, kindness or care that they would have had when it came to being with a woman... or with an omega.
He was supposed to be a beta male. He wasn't an alpha but he wasn't delicate. And those faggots were for women and omegas. Men like him got straight to the point. To scratch the itch and goodbye.
Which worked fine if you were a beta or alpha male who didn't want to get into an existential crisis regarding your sexuality... But not if you were an omega.
What Lloyd still doesn't realize is that even though Lloyd didn't physically looked or acted like an omega at all, even if he despite his secondary gender, he was still an omega after all. And those faggots, demed as unnecessary for a ' pressure relief between men ', were in fact, extremely necessary for the mental, emotional, physical, and reproductive health of the omegas.
Omegas did not need to take preparation time in foreplay and aftercare on a whim. It was something they biologically needed.
Having not received that kind of attention from any of his partners, Lloyd's omega had completely given up on the search for mating with someone.
Even though he clearly desperately wanted Javier as his mate, his omega had already received the message loud and clear that the powerful and handsome alpha didn't want him as anything more than a fuck hole, so he had no illusions. At this point, he just hoped that one day his human side would stop drinking that horrible liquid so he could at least get a puppy from the alpha.
He knew perfectly well that since the alpha didn't even consider him a possible mate candidate, he would have to have the pup on his own, but that was fine.
He would have a cute cub, and it would be all his!
Lloyd knew his omega's opinion on the matter, and for that reason, neither he nor his omega knew where to go right now.
-"Lloyd?!"- Javier's voice took on a desperate tone. Lloyd blinked away his heavy thoughts and shrugged off the situation in a half-desperate attempt to lighten the mood.
- "You never told me that you wanted anything to do with me. Almost all the time you act as if nothing was happening and you only approach me in a different way when you want to get into my pants! I thought you wanted a fuck buddy, someone to whom your orphaned and distrustful ass could trust to spend those days out of your mind without fear of someone kidnapping you, tying you up or something like that! Someone without risk of commitments or problems. And considering that I'm one of the few people who can keep their shit together around you, I thought that was what you wanted from me!"
Javier took a step back as if he had just been physically hit, while the anxiety in his frown dissolved into a naked expression of horror before he composed himself slightly and once again fixed his eyes squarely on his eyes, closing the distance between them in a single step.
-"Lloyd" - He called, holding the brunette's jaw, coaxing him to look up when he refused to look up.
-"You did not seriously think that I would use you, Lloyd Frontera, heir to the county of frontier. My lord, Master and friend, as a simple... fuck hole, didn't you?" - He reiterated his question in a tone that sounded almost like an enraged growl.
-"But... what else would you want from me?... Why else would you sleep with me, Javier? "- Lloyd anxiously looked directly into his gaze, alternating his gaze between his eyes - "Forget about the fucking pheromones Javier. It's not news, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a couple material - much less a partner material - for anyone. I know I'm not that little handsome as we always joke but... Look at me. What the hell do I have to offer? The only reason people give me the time of day is because I am useful. I am a half-decent statesman and I know how to at least not ruin the land in my charge, but from then on... Everything wonderful that people see in me is borrowed; I was only able to defeat the dragon or the sea monster because you decided to lend me your strength. The only reason I have been able to build most of the works is because for some reason I have the ability to acquire magical pets that do weird shit."- the brunette let out a shaky breath refusing to let his voice break in humiliation -"Everything that has any kind of value in me, has it because it is useful. And let's be honest, I have a shitty personality... Why the hell would someone look for something serious with me?
Honestly Javier... at this point, I just take what I can... Whatever they leave me.
After all, beggars don't get to be choosers.
I just... I'd really like to have cubs. That's the most I ask of life at this point."-
Javier couldn't believe the words that had come out of the brown-haired man's mouth.
-"And what's your plan, Huh?!
Let a couple of unknown alphas do you the favor and fuck you until they knock you up?!" - Lloyd shuddered at the crudeness and abruptness in Javier's words, before simply cringing. shoulders in response.
As...
...if he had already resigned himself to the fact that that was all he could hope for...
-"Damn it Javier!, there's no point in getting like that, man! Technically all that matters is that they have my blood, right? If it were someone else, maybe the other details might matter to me, but with all the things I've done and the recognitions I've received, I believe that my achievements will be more than enough for no one to question their lineage. There is nothing to worry about!"-
Javier was absolutely stunned and deeply indignant, more so than with Lloyd, with this whole situation.
How the hell could the heir of the Frontera family, which today stood above all the other noble houses, in the highest glory...?... How could the man who could go to hell and make a deal with Satan himself without even breaking a sweat... Think he was worth so little as a person?
That no one would even bother to look at him and take him seriously...?
If Lloyd were a beta, he would still understand it, it would be depressing, yes, but he doesn't think Lloyd would have really had a complex about it.
but Lloyd had just confessed that he was an omega, of all things.
And that change completely the rules of the game.
Javier was the first person on the face of the earth to know that there was not a hint of fragility in his Master's body.
Lloyd Frontera had a damn spine of steel.
...But Javier - and everyone else - had made the tremendous mistake of underestimating how deep his self-esteem problems ran.
Javier took a step towards Lloyd and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him towards him and bringing their foreheads together.
-"Javier... What are you doing?" The brown-haired man asked, shifting uncomfortably in his grip.
-"Do you want cubs? You don't need any unknown alpha. I am one of the greatest swordmasters on the continent, I am good-looking and I like to think that I am a capable man. If you want those cubs, I will give you good cubs."- Javier declared.
Lloyd could feel at that very moment the heat spread in his belly and his legs began to turn into jelly while his omega was absolutely incredulous that this specimen of alpha was actually willing to breed him, but Lloyd, completely disliking the feeling of vulnerability, pushed the alpha away before starting to yell at him.
-"Fuck you, Javier! This isn't funny! I open up to you and you make fun of me like that?! It's not necessary to be so fucking cruel, you know?!!... It's a sensitive topic for me, you piece of Neanderthal!"
-"I give you my word as a knight that I am not making fun of you, Lloyd. I am absolutly volunteering to be the father of your cubs."- Sweared the swordsman, to which the brunette could do nothing but freeze with his mouth open.
- "...I'm sorry for wallowing in my misery in front of you Javier, but I don't need your fucking pity. I'm not a damn charity..."-
-"I know you're not."
-"Then why...?"
-"It seems to me that there has been a very serious misunderstanding with our arrangement, Master Lloyd. I did not keep my distance because I did not love him, but because as your knight it is my obligation to respect you... but from the first minute this began I wanted the full package. I didn't care of you were a beta and our relationship was taboo, I was more than willing to fight the world if that meant being able to stand proudly at your side. I was more than willing to go against the Masters's anger to be at your side. I was more than willing to fight the queen herself for your hand... Now, let me ask you, do you want me?"-
-"Javier I..."-
-"Do you want me, Lloyd?"-
-"I... ahg... Of course I want you, you dumb ass!.... Since way before our stupid arrangement started.
But I thought that you would never look at me as anything more than a joke, even less as a possible romantic partner, and any miserable reminiscent of hope I could have foolishly kept deep in my heart was crushed at the moment we met Siluria Namaran."-Lloyd let out a loud sigh before continuing -" I know you, Javier. And I have never seen you look at anyone in the way you look at her. I'm not stupid... so whatever the fuck sickening game you are playing right now you can cut it now, you hear me?!"-
-" First of all, Ms. Namaran is nothing but a good friend, I was only nice to her because as you said before, and forgive my words, not everyone is able to keep their shit together around me, so finding someone who truly does it is a breeze of fresh air, but I insist, and let get this really straight for you; She is nothing but a good friend. Nothing more and nothing less. And second of all... It is so hard for you to believe that I actually want you?" -
-" Javier, you have not only never have told me that you are interested in me directly, but since we first met not only none of your actions have given away any kind of hint about a possible romantic interest but in fact, it has been the completely the opposite.
Jesus Fucking Christ Javier, if it weren't for our jokes exchanges I could perfectly as well be convinced that you hate me, and you actually expect me to belive that you are being serious?! That this is not some kind of sickening joke that you are pulling on me right now?!"- Lloyd asked half desperate, to what Javier, knowing that actions worth more than a thousand words - and that right now no amount of words would be enough to convince Llyod - pulled the brunette over and steal every ounce of air from his lungs with a kiss, refusing to let him go until he felt the last ounce of resistance left Lloyds body. Only then, the white hired men backed off, letting go of his lips and delighting his cheekbones with his thumbs before pulling their foreheads together he confessed
-" I know that right now you don't believe me, and I know it's going to be a while before your distrustful self is ready for it, but swear to you, in the name of everything that is sacred to me, that if you allow me, I will spend the rest of my life proving the weight of my words to you."-
-"So... you really want the cubs?... with me?"- Asked Lloyd in a whisper, absolutely hating how helpless his voice sounded, but incapable of keeping his tone from breaking.
-"If you want to gift them to me, yes. I will adore and treasure each and every one of them that you decide to gift to me."-
-"And... you wanna stick around?"
-"If you allow me, yes."-
-" Shit... " - Lloyd cursed breathlessly - "You are truly a fucking idiot, aren't you ?"-
-"You too Master Lloyd"- Javier answered, pulling Lloyd into a kiss, before holding the brunette by the hip and making him wrap his knees around his waist.