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“Oh, Princey!” Roman turned his head rapidly, laser gun in hand. He could recognize Virgil’s voice anywhere, yet didn’t see him in the darkness engulfing them. Logan had made everyone join a local laser-tag game to encourage “bonding” and “teamwork”, but everyone knew it was an excuse to shoot Patton to release steam.
“Up here pretty boy” he heard the other side mock, staring up at the top of the wall, where Virgil sat, purple bangs shading his eyes, vest glowing brightly in the darkness of the room, illuminating his features. With a smirk, the side dismounted the wall, advancing towards Roman.
“Stay back you fowl beast! It is the duty I owe to my people to slay all enemies! And you, despite your fair features, are one of those enemies!”
“Oh Princey Princey Princey,” Virgil cooed, approaching Roman, who shakily pointed the gun at the purple target on the darker side’s suit, “there’s no need for all of that.”
Before Roman could react, Virgil had latched onto his wrists and pinned him in the corner. Dead silence filled the room except for the shallow breaths of the flustered prince, as the shadowy side’s eyes traced over his figure.
“Now, what were you saying about me? How I’m a ‘foul beast’” Virgil mocked, grazing his lips against the other side’s neck. Kissing the spot softly, Virgil encouraged him again, “Go ahead Princey, tell me what a horrible, horrible creature I am.”
Looking at the floor, an audible clang was heard as Roman dropped his weapon.
Wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck, he gave up on the fight… all he wanted was him… he couldn’t think of anything else. Desire filling his body, he looked up into Virgil’s dark eyes, accepting the temptation that took him over as he was pulled into a kiss.
It was sinister, the way his lips were so addicting, feeling so good as they traced their way along his. Letting out a heavy breath, Roman traced his hand under Virgil’s shirt, needing to feel his skin. It was so carnal, so sinful, yet still, he found himself wanting to indulge in more of the forbidden fruit.
“He could drag me to the depths of the underworld, and I’d ask him to keep going if he held me in his arms like this.” Roman thought to himself, trying to regain control by fighting back against the embrace.
“Always a fight with you now, isn’t it? Accept your fate, Roman.” Virgil pressed his body against the other side, who softened into submission at the touch.
Leaning up to ask for more of the kiss, more of his touch, more of his desires to be fulfilled, for his body to be used like a canvas for the marks that were his art, Roman felt a hard press against his stomach, followed by a red glow from his vest indicating he'd been shot. Before he had time to process what Virgil had done, the side was already halfway down the hall.
“So easily distracted, aren’t you Princey? Guess you’ll have to try and catch up now!” Virgil snickered as he turned the corner.
“Oh, you’ll pay for this Virgil,” Roman smiled, picking up his laser gun, “You’ll pay for all of this!” He said, beginning down the corridor into darkness.