Why I am cuffed to your bed?

The sweet scent of a familiar aroma filled Maurice’s nostrils as he slowly flickered his grey eyes open. He took in the view of a white, marble ceiling decorated with floral patterns, and gods and goddesses. Strange. This looked a look like the ceiling of Stefan’s room.

The shadow prince felt a warm sensation on his side as he slowly gazed over to a blurry figure. Hm.

Stranger. He felt a sharp pain shoot through the route of his temples as he shut his eyes tight in pain.

What the hell happened last night? Come on Maurice remember… magic bottle…yes. Pink Champagne. (That explains the headache) Truth or dare, Harry fancies the chemistry teacher. Yeah. After that… nothing.

A small yawn entered through the raven boy’s ear as he opened his eyes again. Golden hair tickled the side of Maurice’s face as the figure giggled slightly.

The warm, cozy presence of the fellow being made the shadow prince quite comforted. But wait. Who was that? Maurice yawned as his vision returned to normal as he took in the person.

Blond, silky hair, slender face. Porcelain skin.

Shit.

A loud shout echoed through the Oswalds mansion as the blond boy’s violet eyes opened. He looked up dazily at the horrified Maurice and smiled at the shorter boy.

“Good morning my Prince.” The blond purred as he stroked the dark haired man’s bare, toned chest.

Maurice looked as though someone had hit him round the face with a shovell as he stared down unbelieved at the boy wrapped around his side.

“Holy crap! Get off me Stefan!” Maurice screamed as he tried to move his hands to push the blond off.

Why the hell can’t I move my hands?

His onyx orbs scaled upwards towards his wrists. Pink…fluffy…

HANDCUFFS?!

The blond giggled and gripped tighter around the other boy’s waist, as he pressed a small kiss to the raven’s cheek. A pleasurable sensation shot through Maurice’s face. He shook his head denying the fact he enjoyed it.

“Stefan I swear to god I will kick you if you do not get off me this instant!” Maurice shouted as he kicked out with his legs.

The blond looked at the other boy with a shocked look on his face as tears swelled up in his bright, purple eyes. His lip pouted as he nodded his head sadly.

“Fine. I will do as you say.” Stefan pouted as he tried to move away.

“Hurry up!” Maurice groaned as the blond struggled to move away, it looked as though he was wrestling some invisible force. His hands flew straight into Maurice’s face, “Aiii! Stefan!”

Stefan looked up at the other boy and smiled nervously.

“Erm… I think we’re kinda…sorta…” He babbled.

“What?!” Maurice groaned as he felt a pain in his head again.

“Well you see… we’re erm…”

“Just spit it out!”

“We’re CHAINED TOGETHER!”

There was silence as the blond’s voice echoed through the mansion. A maid was just walking past the door when he shouted this out. She looked strangely at the locked door.

“Man that kid has sick dreams…” She shuddered as she continued off down the hallway.

“What do you mean?!” Maurice shouted as he frantically struggled to get out of the grasp of the pink fluffy material wrapped around the shint metal. Stefan shrugged his shoulders slightly and placed his free hand over the other boy’s face. He pulled his cheek towards him and stared into his deep, dark eyes.

“My shadow prince… there is no need to fight this…this is what your heart truly wants.” Stefan purred as Maurice stared up at the blond. His eyebrows slightly raised, his mouth parted and his face spread into a look of shock/horror.

The blond inched his face towards the brunnette as he was about to place his lips onto his.

SMACK!

Maurice had broke free of the chains by pulling with all his strength against the bar as he raised his hand to the blond’s face, hitting him with great force. The violet eyed boy fell backwards against the wodden panelled wall, clutching his own cheek as his eyes filled with emotion. A small tear trickled down his face as the brunnette watched him slowly sob to himself.

“Stef…” Maurice stumbled in shock as his mouth spread into a wide O, “I’m sorry.”

He leant towards the blond with concern in his grey eyes. Stefan flinched his face away from his friend as another tear fell down his soft cheek and dripped off of his slender chin.

Maurice placed his hands on the blond’s shoulders and pulled him to face him.

“Let me see…” The brunnette whispered.

“No…” Stefan whimpered as he tried to turn his face away from the shadow prince, but his force was too strong as the shorter boy pulled his cheek towards him, “It’s fine Maurice…really.”

Maurice inspected the scarlett -purple mark he made across the blond’s flawless skin.

“I’m soo sorry… I wasn’t thinking.” Maurice placed his hand tenderly across Stefan’s cheek.

“No, it was my fault. I shouldn’t of tried to kiss you. But you can’t blame me can you Maurice? You’re goregous.”

Maurice gazed away as both of the boy’s cheeks pinkened slightly.

“Sorry that just slipped ou…”

Stefan was cut off by a the brunnette’s warm lips pressed against his own, the pain from his cheek seemed to move to his heart as an explosion of fireworks let off in his chest. Stefan let out a small groan as Maurice brushed his thumb against the blond’s cheek. This made Stefan’s face tingle all over, it made his bones ache and his skin shiver.

Stefan trapped Maurice’s lips with his teeth as he bit down on them gently.

The brunnette’s throat let out a small whimper of pain as Stefan bit down harder. The blond stopped for a second and opened his eyes, looking up at the shadow prince’s slender face. Maurice’s eyes were still shut.

“Don’t stop… please.” Maurice whispered lovingly. Stefan obeyed his request and continued brushing his face against the prince. He spread his long, slender fingers around the blond’s smooth, muscular back as Stefan brushed his hands through Maurice’s raven hair.

He brushed his cheek against the brunnettes, making Maurice shiver.

“Stefan… Is this wrong?” Maurice mumbled in between the kisses the blond were placing against his mouth.

“Your mind may think It’s wrong…but I’m sure you heart doesn’t…” Stefan panted as he continued sliding his tongue around Maurice’s inner mouth.

After ten minutes of major make out session, the two boys had their arms wrapped around each other as they inhaled and echaled their chests in perfect rythm. There tender skin brushing against the other.

“So..” Maurice said, “Pink fluffy handcuffs?”