If Kelevra ever decided to try for the throne and mess with the line of succession, there was a very real chance he would be able to with Baikal in his corner. His sisters knew this.
They also knew, so long as they kept him satiated, he would never bother. Heavy lies the head that bears the crown and all that other nonsense. Kelevra was allergic to things like responsibility, and good rulers cared for their people, something he simply wasn’t capable of. So, understandably, he wasn’t a great candidate for the job. Thank Light.
Too bad no one had taught Rin that little trick of keeping the prince pleased. If he’d been smarter, he would have known better than to sneak off, leaving Kel’s mind left to come up with all sorts of irritating possibilities.
Like, for instance, what if Rin was dating a student here? What if he’d run off to cry to them about how last night he’d been forced to fuck against his will? What if he told them all about how he hadn’t wanted to, how he hadn’t wanted Kelevra?
His fists clenched and he lost some of the luster to the veneer he’d had settled in place. The posh, devilish prince, the part he played whenever he was out and about and surrounded by potential paparazzi and cameras. Already he’d caught sight of over a dozen students taking his picture, and he hadn’t even been paying attention, too caught up in trying to figure outwhy.
Why did the idea of Rin having someone bother him so much? When he’d asked, Rin had told him he was single, and his eye hadn’t picked up on any physical changes to alert him to that having been a lie. But he hadn’t asked if he was messing around with someone.
A girl then, perhaps? Since it’d been a while since Rin had last taken a cock—definitely the truth, because Kelevra had had to squeeze himself inside his tight little body and had almost come from that alone.
Kel could maybe let him keep a girl. So long as it didn’t interfere with…Well, whatever he planned for them to be from here on out. If he planned for them to be anything at all. A part of him was still convinced he’d take one glance at Rin and realize that spark had died and he was over it, like he’d assumed last night he would be.
Rin had come to the same conclusion. That, coupled with the drug, had been the only reason he’d eventually given into his lust and fucked Kelevra back.
Those last two times he’d been a bit more fickle, struggling against him so that Kel had been forced to pin his wrists down and screw him fast and hard. He’d hurt him a little in the process, and now he found himself curious how many marks he’d inadvertently left painted over that golden skin.
Everything about Rin sparkled, from his sandy hair to his sun-kissed skin tone. His eyes, those pretty pastel colors, were the only soft thing about him, and even then, whenever Rin got angry there was a flash of something hard and electric behind them. He covered it quickly, but Kelevra had caught it, a part of him having grown a tiny bit obsessed with bringing it out so he could see it again.
Fucking the man had been just as interesting. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been eager to bury his cock into the same hole, but the very thought of driving into Rin again had him twitching in his silk pants.
Correction. Rin was not allowed to keep any others, whether they were male or female.
Kelevra finally made it to the East Quad, a part of the university which had been built over a sprawling mangrove field. Bridges had been built overtop it, planks crisscrossing and leading to various parts of campus. At the heart of it all was a curved row of gazebos meant for studying and hanging out. Most of them were currently occupied, and he swept his gaze over them quickly, coming to an abrupt stop the moment his gaze settled on his reason for coming all the way here.
Rin was seated in the last one, elbows propped on the edge of the wooden table. He was grinning at another student sitting on the bench across from him, a younger male dressed in white who was shyly in the process of tucking a strand of his black hair behind his ear.
Kelevra saw red.
The next thing he knew, he was standing at the side of the table, yanking Rin up by the collar of his shirt. He slammed him back against one of the poles holding the roof of the structure up and opened his mouth to demand an explanation.
Only for the words to die on his tongue.
Rin hadn’t reacted to being tossed around, his arms still down at his sides, head resting back against the wooden beam, casually, as though it’d been his idea to stand there all along. His outfit didn’t make sense either, the black ensemble suddenly processing in Kelevra’s mind as a Vail University uniform and not the Academy’s.
That wasn’t the part that had stopped Kel in his tracks, however.
It was his eyes. Those same mismatched eyes were staring back at him and they were…empty. It wasn’t like he didn’t recognize him, because it was obvious he did, but there was no emotion behind the gaze, and most notably, a complete and total lack of anger.
Rin would be furious to be tossed around like this by anyone. Even if he tried to hide it his body temperature would be fluctuating and his heart rate would be going through the roof. But the guy currently in Kel’s hold was calm, not just portraying a false sense of it.
He actually was.
Kelevra blinked. “You’re not my flower.”
The first sign of a crack on the other man’s face came then, the corners of his full mouth drawing down ever so slightly in clear displeasure, but that was all he gave.
Before Kel could press him about it, something hard slammed into his side, forcing him to release the Rin imposter. He spun but his attacker was already moving, shoving himself between the two of them.
Rin. The real Rin.
In all his pissed-off glory.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rin growled, voice low despite the fact he’d already drawn attention their way by accosting the Imperial Prince in public.
Kelevra eased his hands into his pockets and glanced between the two of them, trying to find any other differences that would help tell them apart in the future. Aside from the emotion in their eyes, however, there was only the obvious. Their uniforms and the small golden earring the imposter was wearing.
