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Even with the promise of riches and rare minerals, Prince Vegetta found he couldn’t focus on the conversation at hand. It was important, of course; it had to be if it came from the king's mouth, and yet the prince couldn’t help his glances at the concubine that raptured his every waking thought.
Riches seemed unimportant now, and so did the discussion of land offered up by their treaty. The prince could collect it from another territory if he so wished. That’s what he told himself to justify his flaky attention as his eyes once more crawled to steal a glance at the body standing before him.
His eyes followed the clear muscle of Foolish's arm as it poured wine into a chalice, how his bicep flexed as the chalice was placed in front of the prince before it relaxed as it reached for the king's cup next—taking such care not to spill despite the subtle twitch in the concubine's jeweled hand that wouldn't go unnoticed by the prince.
Briefly, Vegetta's hand would start to lift, to reach out and touch the body leaning against the table. To comfort whatever was causing such a tremble, however, he reframed once Foolish stood up straight. Hastily, he set the bottle between the king and the prince before taking two steps back from the table. However, to the prince's delight, Foolish wouldn't go far.
Unlike the prince, Foolish didn’t move to sit at the table or try to fill the seat beside Vegetta despite it being open. He stood at the prince’s shoulder as if waiting at his beck and call. As if Foolish would be the one crawling for approval.
Foolish made quite the distraction, whether for better or worse.
If the rest of the room noticed the constant glances, no one dared to mention each time the prince's eyes would drift from the king. Or perhaps he was lucky enough that no one had noticed. It seemed unlikely with the ever-present mumbles that turned into a muted buzz around them. Setting as a reminder of where they were while Vegetta tried to force his gaze from the golden body to little avail.
Especially when said body's hands busied themselves in his cape now that they weren't given a new use. Holding the fabric tightly in his fist as if Vegetta wouldn't notice. Of course, he noticed the subtle tug despite Foolish's efforts to go unnoticed, even beginning to raise his hand to offer to the concubine to hold instead before stopping himself.
Truthfully, Vegetta had never had a distraction quite like Foolish. The prince wasn't known to be easily swayed or pulled from his work. Of course, he had Rubius to keep his thoughts occupied and the occasional attempted seducer that tried to grab the prince's attention, but nothing compares to Foolish. Not even needing to mutter a word to hold the prince's attention.
He wished Foolish wasn't so good at his job. This would be a lot easier if the prince were able to focus on something more than just the warmth radiating off the body at his shoulder.
"Sit. You're making yourself a disturbance." The shift in the king's tone, where he had been nothing but timidly spoken to the prince was now cold and annoyed, caught Vegetta's attention as his eyes shot back to the king. Causing the man to coware beneath his gaze.
A sickly enjoyable show of power that had the demon purring through his thoughts even as the brutal prince turned his attention back to Foolish. Perhaps to tell him to do as he pleased, just to oppose the king for speaking with venom to what was his, or to perhaps off the seat next to him to Foolish, but instead he would watch as the concubine quickly did as instructed.
Surely Foolish was poking fun when he sat on the floor on his calves between the king and the prince's chairs. His hands resting on his thighs in obedience with his back arched just enough to sit up straight, to look presentable. Vegetta tried not to let his confusion show across his features as he eyed the golden body from where his head rested against his gloves knuckles, his elbow propped on the table.
Of course, the concubines' silence hasn't gone unnoticed since they had arrived in the king's presence. How careful his footsteps became in an attempt to not make noise despite the crowded room where the rattle of his jewelry would go unnoticed but surely Foolish didn't expect to remain on the floor, dirtying the clothes he had been so eager to show.
Violet eyes flickered to the king in search of a reaction but was met with indifference to the display. His brows furrowed though the reality that it wasn't an odd joke would be cemented with weight against his leg, stealing his gaze once more to the floor. Foolish was leaning against his leg, his arm loosely wrapped around the prince's leg as if he were in the process of worshiping it. He pulled his lips into a tight line, a pink flush spreading across the bridge of his nose. That wasn't going to be any less of a distraction.
"–As I was saying," Vegetta's gaze returned to the sickly king. "I'd like to leave some plans in your care for your king. I'll have my advisor prepare the documents before your departure tomorrow-" The king continued to speak but like an old habit, the prince's eyes would shift down to the body beside him.
Foolish's head lay against his outer thigh in a minimal show of devotion. As if to proclaim his intimate ties with the prince. Despite his best efforts to pay attention, his brows furrowed as he watched Foolish from the corner of his eye. Taking in the slow nuzzles that came and went against his knee, all the while the totem mask faced the crowd. Watching how the few people swayed to the ballroom music.
It was now that Vegetta realized how, well, foolish he was to assume Foolish wouldn't be interested in dancing or other activities. It had been Foolish who had pleaded to stay at his side but even the prince wasn't obvious to the way the concubine had been watching the crowd since they settled at the table.
The golden mask would lean forward when a couple grew close enough to count their footsteps before he quickly tucked his head against the safety of Vegetta's thigh—not wanting to stray far. The question of whether Foolish wanted to dance was heavy on his tongue. Barely rolling off his lips parted before he would be interrupted.
'Pay attention.' The demon hissed in his ear, causing Vegetta's eyes to snap back to the king quickly. Vegetta's eyes quickly snapped back to the king. To his silent horror, the king was staring back at him with tired, sunken eyes only betrayed by the amused smile on his features. Seeming to be waiting for a response.
Vegetta cleared his throat, "Hm,"
'That will work.'
"That will work." He repeated stoically, his gaze stern to show he was paying attention. The king would nod, though a smile was stretched on his lips.
"I'll have my advisor have it arranged for you." Though Vegetta wasn't entirely sure what he had agreed to, he was thankful for the demons.
Even as said demon snarled in his ear, 'You're hopeless'.
Vegetta couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth, though it didn't stay genuine.
“It pleases me to see you’re content with your gift.” The king smiled his sickly smile that looked much less appealing than it had minutes before.
A part of the prince wanted to wipe that smile off of the king's face but he reframed, instead offering a forced smile of his own. He found no reason to humor the king's words with a response as he watched the king's hand drop from the table to pat his outer thigh once.
Like an owner summoning a pet though the meaning behind it was lost on the prince until the weight on his thigh would lift. His curious eyes returned to Foolish just as those emerald green eyes were looking back at him. He seemed to be waiting for something for those fleeting seconds before the king would pat his leg once more, the bracelets and bangles rattling with the motion.
With that, the comforting warmth against his leg would vanish as Foolish sat up to follow the king’s hand instead. Resting his head in the king’s lap where a hand would rest a top of his head.
“He is handsome, is he not?” The concubine's body didn't tense, nor did he pull away from the touch. Simply letting his head fall limp against the king’s thigh with the attention. Not in contentment but in acceptance.
It couldn't be expressed, not in words Vegetta didn't think, the feeling in the prince's chest. Clenching his sharp jaw just to keep from snapping at the king for touching the concubine.
“That he is.” Vegetta stated coldly.
The king smiled as his hand carted through the concubine's golden hair, all the while he could feel those eyes on him. With the mask, it was impossible to read Foolish’s expressions but his eyes gave away his thoughts. They flickered back to the prince before quickly looking away to stare elsewhere. Seeming so full of shame that riddled the concubine’s frame.
"He will make quite the companion for you. He's quiet, "Not the Foolish the prince adored." -and sturdy." It was said as if the body between them was nothing more than a gifted pet. " He grew up on a farm, he'll do well with all the roughness of your ahem lifestyle."
As disgusted as the king's comment made the prince feel, he couldn't help his intrigue at mentioning the concubines' past. Obviously, it made sense that Foolish had a life before the palace, though it was never mentioned. Only in brief passing in between asking Vegetta questions did Foolish ever let little bits of information out.
"Is that so." The prince hummed. His eyes fell to the concubine, seeking approval for the topic, however, Foolish was watching the crowd. Watching might have been too strong of a word with the glazed look in those emerald eyes but his head was tilted to the crowd. Seeming caught up in his own thoughts, or perhaps lack of thoughts that was keeping Foolish occupied. The prince tried to not chuckle at the sight as he looked back at the king.
"Mhm. He worked as a laborer before coming to the palace. I'm afraid I've spoiled him too much, he might not be built for such heavy work now but I'm sure you've already found a use for him." The hand atop Foolish's head would groom down the side of the mask until it caught under his chin, making Foolish look up at the king as the hand stroked the cheek of the mask though the king's gaze didn’t sway from the prince. “I do hope he’s been servicing you well during your stay.”
“That he has.”To keep from grimacing, Vegetta’s smile tightened on his face until he could feel the stretch of the scars on his face. It wasn’t lost on the prince how the golden body seemed to relax with the confirmation. As if Foolish were expecting consequences for a negative response.
“Wonderful.” The king perked as his hand patted against the mask of the cheek. A little to rough for the prince’s comfort, though the entire scene was far from Vegetta’s comfort. As if the hand slipped to Foolish’s jeweled neck wasn’t a reminder of this, he could feel the claws of the demon setting into his shoulders. That sinister hiss that never sounded more welcoming as it matched his own silent rage. Were he not blinded by his own thoughts, he may have felt a little glee for Rubius’ reaction to what they were seeing. “To be honest I’m a little surprised with you prince.”
Vegetta tightened his jaw, “Is that so.” He repeated with failing politeness in his tone, wanting nothing more than to drag Foolish away. Whether it was his own possessive behavior or the demon’s pull, he couldn’t quite place, but they were in agreeance that the concubine didn’t belong beside the king.
“That you would bring-” Before the king could finish his sentence, Vegetta felt that all too familiar pressure against his temple. A raging headache came in an instant as he suddenly leaned forward in his chair.
“Did you want to dance?” The words spilled from his mouth, his own voice mixing with another. Of course he knew that voice better than any other as Rubius forced his tongue, speaking alongside him in an otherworldly trick that would startle those who listened. Though Vegetta never liked when his haunting took this much control he wouldn’t deny it was appreciated now as he offered a hand to Foolish.
This time Foolish didn’t look to the king for permission as he had to the prince. Those darling green eyes grew wide with the question before Foolish would sheepishly nod his head without the words to speak. Taking Vegetta’s hand offered to him quickly as he stood with an eagerness that soothed the rageful prince.
With a quick nod, Vegetta looked over his shoulder at Mariana who sat at the table just a few seats down, raising his hand to beckon the soldier closer. "Dance with him."
As if it were a serious task, and it was to the prince, Mariana would swiftly nod his head before quickly walking to the concubines. His hand was quickly outstretched to Foolish, and the concubine would take it. Not without a silent glance back at Vegetta to make sure he was allowed, as if the prince hadn’t been the one to order. When Vegetta would give a subtle nod the pair would turn their attention to the sway of dancers.
"Do you know how to dance?" Vegetta would just barely hear as he watched Mariana guide Foolish away. Watching as Foolish quickly shook his head, "That's okay. If I can teach my husband, I can teach you." Mariana chuckled.
He watched the pair take their places in front of each other. Words the prince could no longer hear were exchanged as the soldier guided Foolish’s hands to his shoulders. Marianna himself was tall, taller than the prince, and still compared to the concubine, he came up short. Adding something oddly endearing to how the soldier took the lead, letting Foolish watch his feet as they took small steps.
Under different circumstances, the prince may have felt unease about passing on his gift to Mariana, or any other man for that matter. Bad would have been a more comfortable option for both but as Vegetta’s eyes left the pair for once he couldn’t find the hooded figure in the crowd. For now, it would be fine. Mariana, though immature at times, could be trusted with his gift. More trusted than the king.
With the reminder of his company, Vegetta glanced back to the king where he would be met with a look he was familiar with. A look of disgust and horror trying to hide behind an ugly, forced, polite expression. Fearful priests often wore a look as he passed. The distrust was evident in the king’s stare though it was a mutual expression.
He feigned a smile, “You were saying, your majesty?” He said, though his eyes once more returned to watch the pair.
“Never the matter.” The king held his own false smile as his hand reached for his chalice. “I wanted to discuss transportation with you while I have your attention.”
“Of course.” He started, the words dying from his lips quickly.
“Your horses and travel supplies will be ready to go when you are-” The words wouldn’t be acknowledged when his stare didn’t fight to meet the kings. A nagging need to keep an eye on the concubine, to keep an eye on the rest of the room at all times.
It was different when it was just Vegetta and his men. He knew his men were capable, they wouldn’t be at his side in battle if they hadn’t proven their ability. But it wasn’t just the prince and his soldiers in this story. There was Foolish who, despite his height, was far too gentle for his own good.
A gentleness that would have annoyed the prince days prior. A gentleness he was determined to protect.
“-However we have yet to make arrangements for your gift. Will he be traveling in your carriage or will he require a horse?”
“I’ve been meaning to discuss that with you,” Vegetta started. For what was indeed the thousandth time, Vegetta’s violet eyes scanned the crowd as if any danger would be evident until he found Roier among the crowd—standing at the door as he had been off and on throughout the night. Surveying the crowd just as the prince was. It was evident in how the younger man shifted his weight from left to right, staring out into the crowd with a desire, that he wouldn’t stand there for long. The sight of the young soldier filled the prince’s chest with something heavy. A reminder.
Vegetta didn’t favor secrets, and he didn’t favor those he considered himself close with to go behind his back. Truly he wished it didn’t have to happen at all. He wanted nothing more than for Roier and Cellbit to get married, to feel safe enough not to feel as if they had to sneak around even from the prince. He would have liked nothing more than to help them plan their wedding, and pick out a perfect venue. He would have sat in the front row to celebrate such a happy moment however that wasn’t an option, was it?
The widowed prince had been made an example of why secrets had to be kept. Though only people within the castle had known of his marriage, he had been so young, so happy, so careless. He would never wish the same for their pair. Bad was fortunate to have more friends than enemies, more allies to leave his husband and son with. Mariana was just lucky and Vegetta prayed his luck never ran out when it came to his husband like it had for his daughter.
Love was dangerous when one has many enemies. Any affections needed to be held under lock and key when one didn’t know who could be truly trusted. It was a cruel fact in their lives.
With that somber reminder, his longing gaze once more moved to the concubine who danced more freely. Practically glowing with the joy he radiated—a gentleness he wanted to protect.
'I’ll watch him. Pay attention.’ Rubius seemed to take pity, allowing the prince to turn his head to the king.
Vegetta grimaced, “A horse won’t be necessary, Your Majesty. He will not be traveling with us.” The words felt like sand in his throat. Having to force one word right after another to get the full sentence out. His hand reached for the discarded chalice, bringing it to his lips as if washing down the wine would numb the bitter taste in his mouth.
“Are you not pleased?” There was no need to look at the king when he could hear the confusion in the older royal's tone. Still, he kept his eyes locked with the ill king, his features stoic and cold as if it were to make this conversation any easier.
"It's not that.” This only seemed to confuse the king more, his sun-aged face betraying that much. “I-” He trailed off.
'The song’s changing.’ Rubius would note, though the significance of this would go over his head.
“I am pleased. Foolish has been wonderful company.” A smile dared to tug at the corner of the prince’s lips at the thought of the concubine, though this time he would fight it. Clearing his throat as he settled into his seat once more, placing the chalice on the table to appear unfazed by the conversation at hand despite the mental turmoil–
'They are changing partners.'
–It is for the best he told himself as he met the king’s confused features. Expecting to be questioned or even pressed on the topic of Foolish’s ‘failure’. Neither of which he had a real answer to. Not one he was willing to be honest with at the very least.
Unbeknownst to the prince there was a third option, “Who?” The king asked instead as he brought the gold detailed chalice to his dry mouth. There weren’t many things that could catch Vegetta off guard, yet the simple one-word question seemed to do it.
“Foolish.” Vegetta repeated the name that never tasted so sweet on his tongue until he met the golden man. Now the taste soured with distrust as he eyed the king, his thick brows worrying lines into his forehead.
’Prince Vegetta.’ The demonic voice warned.
“Ah the concubine. Forgive me, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.” The king chuckled like it was something easily brushed off. Suddenly, Vegetta was reminded of their first night together, of Foolish’s hesitance regarding his name. As if it had been years since he had last said it, let alone heard it. Disgust twisted on the prince’s strong features.
“Right.” He said through gritted teeth. “I want to discuss his separation and freedom with you.”
“Oh? You continue to surprise me, prince.” The king chuckled as if it were something to be taken lightly. He seemed almost bored with the conversation at hand. "I don't think that would be such a good idea, prince. He's been a spoiled pet for so long, I doubt he'd survive out there. It would be sure a pity to see such beauty go to waste."
"I think you doubt him too much-"
"I think you give him too much credit. I expected better of you Prince Vegetta." The king mumbled into his wine. " I’m not sure what he’s been telling you to cause such a reaction but the boy, Foolish, came to work here of his own. I am good to him. He has been a loyal servant for years-"
"And yet you offered him to me."
"He was honored to serve you, well behaved and eager to please, but…You'll have to forgive my assumptions, prince, but you have quite the reputation for breaking your toys. He needed to not break easily and, well, be replaceable on both our parts–"
“–He was your sacrifice." His voice dragged attention to the pair from those also sitting at the table, though a brief glare from the cruel prince would easily deter such looks.
’Prince it’s time to pay attention.”
“You’ll do better to watch your tone boy. You do not have the power you think you have here.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. Of course not.” The king smiled something sickly. A poisonous smile. “Only pointing out the obvious prince.”
’Vegetta!’
Before the prince could even turn to the crowd, there was a hand on his shoulder, gripping at the fabric of his cape. He didn't have to look to know it was Foolish, yet his eyes were as eager as ever to travel up the decorated arm to meet the concubine's masked features. It seemed involuntary how his shoulders relaxed in the concubines' presence. His eyes quickly shifted to the crowd behind him, taking in the sight of a man being 'escorted' by Mariana out of the ballroom, Roier quickly in tow.
“Prince will you-" A leather crop from his shoulder swatted the hand on his shoulder with a startled yelp from Foolish. Shock matched the prince's own wide eyes as he sat up in his seat. Not in himself getting struck in the crossfire but in shock for the treatment of the concubine.
"If you must be here you will be silent." The king pointed the crop threateningly at Foolish who took a step back until he was standing behind Vegetta's chair. "Now run off. You've been enough of a headache-"
“That’s enough.” As much as Vegetta prided himself on keeping his emotions well guarded the venom in his bite bleed through the words in an ugly hiss. He could bite his tongue for hours without saying a word, but it seemed he had grown quite the soft spot in his time at the palace. Perhaps the prince wasn’t as in control as he liked to give himself credit for.
No. He’d give himself more credit for not lunging at the king, in not letting his hands wrap around the older man's thin neck. He was sure he could break it before anyone even knew to react. Just a simple crack that would bring the prince much satisfaction – but he wouldn’t. Instead, the prince would stand without another word to the ill king as his attention turned to the cowering concubine. He raised his hand, his palms facing the towering ceilings in his offer.
“I’d be honored.” There was hesitation that he tried to soothe with a warming smile that was only deserved for the concubine. That seemed to be just what Foolish needed as his hands slipped into Vegetta’s, his skin warm to the touch as it held his own.
However, making their way through the crowd was far too easy when all eyes seemed locked on the prince.
To be at the center of attention in a crowded room could only be compared to being smothered. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic but it was the only thing the prince could compare this feeling to as their steps stopped just as the song prior ended.
It wasn’t his own vanity, not this time, causing these feelings. Hundreds of eyes burned into his back, his fleeting gaze darting around the room as if trying to catch every pair that stared back at him. It was a futile effort. A fool's attempt only made the prince more aware of their stares. His skin crawled with the thought and still, his eyes remained on the crowd even as his hand settled stiffly on Foolish's waist. Keeping a space between them in his distracted state.
It would have taken an imbecile not to notice how stiff the prince stood, and yet Vegetta found himself surprised when the hand on his shoulder slid up his neck to rest on his cheek. His eyes snapped back to Foolish, his nose growing warm as his soul fell trapped beneath those breathtaking green eyes that could hollow a man to refill him with love. Trapped seemed like a fitting word. In both the worst and sweetest way.
Trapped in a cage of eyes, surrounded by gawking people staring in at him like an animal in a cage. But the cage wasn't just built for him. The hand holding his cheek as if he were delicate glass promising he wasn't alone under their watchful gaze.
"Keep your eyes on me." The prince swallowed thickly, only able to nod his head just as the hand fell back to his shoulder. It wasn't something Vegetta should enjoy, not so quickly after his conversation with the king but as always Foolish was a welcomed distraction. The orchestra began a swaying song, though Foolish would have to take the first step before Vegetta would feel his feet moving beneath him. Taking the lead despite how the concubine was the one to pull him in close. "Just like that."
The words were said with such softness, that Vegetta couldn't keep himself from imagining a soft smile to match beneath the mask. His gaze dared to flicker down to the mouth at the mask just as he guided Foolish into a careful turn, his golden locks swaying with the motion.
He'd like to imagine the mouth behind the mask. Soft against his own lips, but firm in the experience Vegetta hadn't known for years. How they cooed for his attention as if Foolish didn't already plague his thoughts in a welcomed obsession.
"I don't think I've seen you like this before." Foolish chuckles lightly though his voice was timid." Have I done something?"
"No." Never.
"That makes me feel a little better. Are you upset about earlier with the king? It wasn't my intention to embarrass you-"
"You did nothing wrong." The words felt more weighted than what Foolish was asking of him. Because of this, Foolish was silent. Seeming to be thinking over the words thoroughly, or perhaps trying to choose his own words carefully before he spoke again.
"What's on your mind, my prince." He asked quietly.
Vegetta stammered, "Ah nothing my friend." He lied. Rubius would start to mock him but his attention was fleeting when it came to the snort against his ear only muffled by the mask. It wasn't an attractive sound, Rubius would agree, but it was such a wonderful sound. One Vegetta could easily listen to it for a lifetime if he were allowed to.
"Friends?" Ah.
"Is that alright?" He asked a little too quickly for someone who held himself to high standards. And maybe he was squeezing Foolish's hand too hard as he felt the concubine's fingertips dig into his shoulder but only briefly. Just enough to pull Vegetta's attention to his grip. He'd quickly release, only for his hand to be grabbed all the same. Caught in Foolish's long, decorated fingers as his hand was pulled. Making the prince watch with eyes far too wide to hide his true feelings as his scarred hand was raised to the mouth of the mask. Another kiss to haunt him with.
"Friend's is fine." Foolish's muffled voice answered.
"You…you sound disappointed," Vegetta mumbled, far too distracted to meet Foolish's gaze as he dragged his hand to lay flat against the mask the moment it was released. Cupping the hard edges that covered the concubine's cheek. It felt wrong now, worse than it had that first night, to indulge in such loving affections. After all the king had said, and his own lack of a fight-
"No no, it's not that." Foolish promised, his voice picking up in that usual cheer but the way the hand on Vegetta's shoulder pulled wouldn't go unnoticed." Besides, we're talking about you, prince."
"I'd rather talk about you if I'm honest," Vegetta admitted, his broad shoulders relaxing as the dance turned into less of a lead and more of a mutual guidance.
"Ooo finally getting to the mysterious backstory then, huh?" He swore he could picture the smile beneath the mask. Wide and beaming Foolish wiggled his shoulder, pulling a chuckle from the prince. "I take it the king spoke of me."
"Once or twice, or all of it." Foolish would chuckle, leaning into Vegetta's palm. The sharp edges pressed into the calloused skin like a comforting weight.
"Should I be alarmed?"
"No no," Vegetta soothed as they swayed. The room has long since turned to fuzz around them. Leaving the pair alone in their cage. Just them. "Just talk of your service."
"I'm that good huh?" This time, it was the prince's turn to snort with the remark, shaking his head subtly.
"That's not what I meant." He smiled, and this time it would seem stuck to his features as he looked up at the other.
Thoughts of what Foolish's smile would look like crossed his mind once more. If Foolish's teeth would be crooked to match his carefree laugh, or perhaps they would be perfect like the rest of him. Vegetta liked to imagine that, though truthfully even the thought of a toothless smile behind the mask seemed oddly perfect if it came from the concubine.
It seemed like such an odd thought. To be so swept up by someone to find something to love in every flaw. To not be able to find a flaw at all, and the prince knew how to search. Vegetta was not an easy man to satisfy and yet there he was. Raptured by the glittering body before him. Unable to look away from the totem mask as they swayed romantically.
"Thank you." Vegetta found himself mumbling quietly, a softness in his tone that sounded like the cruel prince.
"What for?" Foolish quipped, a smile bleeding into his voice. The prince couldn't help how his smile stretched into something sweeter even as he stumbled over his words for an answer.
"I-I'm not sure," Despite never being one to be tongue-tied, Vegetta lacked a response. "I just want to thank you for all you've done. I'd like to repay you. You've been so good to me."
"It has been my honor, prince." Foolish's head would turn to press the mouth of the mask, or the absence of, against his palms. A subtle kiss noise barely to be heard. Still managing to make the prince's heart beat rapidly in his chest, he was so sure Foolish could feel it with how close they were pressed together - "Anything for a friend."
Ah. Friend wasn't a good word to use, Vegetta realized that now with how he couldn't stop his own grimace at the word. Friend wasn't a good word to use when they were standing so close when Vegetta wanted nothing more than to lift the mask to plant a kiss on whatever lips lay beneath—sharing their warmth between them in something that felt far too intimate to call Foolish his friend. He wished to correct himself now, or that Foolish would correct him because though Foolish was a friend, a friend didn't spark these feelings.
"You are cruel." To this, Foolish would laugh. That squeaky, high-pitched laugh that drew in crowds as he threw his head back. Expelling the endearing noise without a care.
"What do you mean?" His shoulders bounced, pulling Vegetta's eyes to his collarbones as golden necklaces jingled with the movement. Taking in the curve of muscle on the concubine's shoulders, up his thick neck and further up to the small show of his jaw – "I thought we were friends."
"Well–"
"I don't have many friends."
It wasn't entirely surprising given what Foolish was. He had no reason to go to social gatherings or greet people. The only time Foolish really met someone new was when he was expected to crawl into their bed. This thought saddened the prince as his fingertips followed the edge of the mask where the plaster ended and warm skin began.
"I'm honored to be considered a friend." Vegetta smiled just to be met with glee.
"I'm on a roll this week! First Bad, now the prince of the Seven's nation-"
"And what of the king's advisor?" The question was asked not out of jealousy, maybe a little, but more so to ask if they were friends. Or at least had been friends prior to tonight.
However, to his surprise, the dance would stutter only briefly. Barely noticeable to anyone watching the pair. However, Vegetta noticed.
"What of the king's advisor?"
"You two were awfully close, and made a deal together-" He pressed curiously.
"How much did you hear?" Foolish asked instead, an edge to his voice Vegetta had never heard from the joyous man. It tainted the once comforting atmosphere.
"Enough." To this, the concubine grew quiet. Deathly silent despite how he continued to dance. Perhaps he was waiting for Vegetta's bluff, and staring back into those guilty eyes, he almost caved. Almost changed the topic and smothered his curiosity. Almost.
A shuddering sigh could be heard from the masked man as Foolish would once more turn his head against Vegetta's palm. There he would stay, his face pressed against the prince's hand as if it would hide him.
"It's not like that, if that's what you think. We aren't even friends." Foolish's tone was as careful as it had been that first time. But just as quick as the concubine was to trust the prince, his tone eased into something softer." Besides, why would I want anyone else to touch me when you're so good to me."
The prince was not as strong of a man as he thought.
Hm. That's news to him. Surprised by the noise that slipped from his throat, something low and muffled forced through tight teeth. That possessive growl of his infatuation with the concubine purred through his head with Foolish's words.
Vegetta stammered, "Ah." A warmth spread across the prince's nose and ears, the beauty marks on his skin becoming impossibly visible. Once more tongue-tied beneath those bright eyes. He was almost sure he could feel Foolish smile from behind the mask, watching him. "I-" He tried before clearing his throat, his gaze falling quickly to stare at the mouth of the mask. Unable to meet those eyes he adored beyond words. "Should I be concerned for your well-being?" He asked instead.
To this Foolish wouldn't falter as he stepped closer even with mere inches left between them. His warmth was like an anchor on the prince's aching body. Something to calm the raging flame to a crumbling cinder. The hand holding Vegetta's shoulder would move to wrap around the prince's shoulders. Holding him so close till he was seeing stars in his vision when pressed against the sweet man.
"Of course not, Your Majesty."
"–And should I be concerned for mine?"
To this, Foolish would laugh. Not that squeaky laugh, nor a simple chuckle. He laughed on behalf of the sirens of the sea, bewitching the prince's thoughts with just a simple laugh.
It felt unholy to be viewed by any god in that moment. The princes doubted any of them would understand the beating of his heart or the bewildering love behind his gaze. No, he didn't think any of them would understand, and neither would the crowd, however, such thoughts escaped the prince as his hand was guided to hold Foolish's torso instead.
"Of course not, Your Majesty." The muffled voice promised as he was guided into an embrace only to be disturbed by their subtle sway. "Don't you worry, I'll protect you."
"I feel relieved then." He said with a chuckle but there was an unmistakable truth to his words. Finding comfort in Foolish words, in his tone, promising such protection. Of course, Vegetta knew Foolish couldn't protect him physically, nor would he ever expect such of his gift. No, he couldn't rely on him in strength but he knew his heart would be well guarded.
That the concubine would hold it close, that he would take such good care of it. Pressed against Foolish's own heart where it would be safe.
"And what of your deal?"
"That's private information, Your Majesty."
"I've seen you naked." Vegetta mused with furrowed brows though there was no venom in his tone. Only admiration.
"And you'll keep only staring with that attitude." Foolish laughed.
He smiled, " That's not what I was implying but I'm wounded. Is that all you think I think about?" The promise of sex didn't drive the prince but the thought of Foolish's touch did. It really did, especially when followed by the gentle squeeze of Foolish's hands where they lay.
"Well maybe not all you think about, but you think about it, don't you?" A smirk bled through Foolish's words, painting the stoic prince's face in a bright pink.
"That's very bold of you to assume." Vegetta grumbled, his features a blaze.
"Not really." Foolish would give a subtle shrug, his head rolling back with the motion. "I'm pretty."
"And your humble." To this Foolish laughed that squeaky laugh. Just the sound of it pried away the prince's worries until they melted off of his shoulders.
"Maybe but you think about it, don't you?" As if to tease, Foolish would turn his head against Vegetta's hand until the mouth of the mask was pressing into his palm. The sweet action was tainted deliciously with new implications that choked the prince who didn't dare to speak. He swallowed, his mouth clamped shut. When the mask turned to face him once more, Vegetta felt better about the topic until Foolish spoke. "It's okay if you do. A lot of the people here do." He said far too casually.
The thought burned the prince's skin with a new feeling," Ah." Vegetta nodded his head once in acknowledgment. "And you're okay with that?"
An odd question but one Vegetta was curious about. He had been since he started to talk to Foolish. The concubine didn't complain, not really, when talking about his own services or people's use of him. He always seemed unbothered by such a fact - like he was now.
Foolish shrugged," It's not so bad. Everyone brings me gifts, and the king is good to me."
Vegetta couldn't help his frown as he slowly nodded his head. Words failed him like they often did in these moments. Unsure of what to say, if he should say anything at all for that matter. He was supposed to leave Foolish here, was he not?
"Are you happy here?" The prince asked the familiar question once more. It seemed to take the concubine by surprise but once more Foolish repeated his own response-
"Will you be happy with me here?"
The question had haunted the prince in a way he hadn't expected. No of course he wouldn't be happy, how could he possibly be happy with his heart across the nation. How could he be happy without Foolish beside him where he could keep up with the concubine's expressive taste and protect him. No he wouldn't be happy.
But with that answer came the other half of the question. It wasn't what Vegetta wanted; what did Foolish want. Would Foolish be happier here where he knew he would be pampered and fed or was he really willing to chance his life on the murderous prince?
The question left a sour taste in Vegetta's mouth, it showed in his face unknowing to himself, but not to Foolish. The prince was startled from his thoughts with the sudden hard bump against his forehead, surely leaving a welt with the clash, but he didn't try to pull away. Instead, he stared into those breathtaking green eyes that stared back at him as Foolish pressed their foreheads close. Vegetta's hooked nose brushed lightly against the mask.
"Always thinking, aren't you my prince?" Foolish chuckled, his shoulders bouncing lightly. " How about I explain it all -the deal, my answer, everything- to you tomorrow, before your departure, okay? Tonight I just want you."
With a step, Vegetta was only proving himself once more to be a weak man. Admitting to the concubine’s demands without a front or argument despite how he wanted to protest. To dig for answers until he knew just what Foolish wanted. Simply nodded his head once to show he understood as he was swept up into the tallers arms with a care he never thought he would deserve.
It wasn’t entirely surprising, or perhaps it was easier to admit that he was a weaker man than he thought. It wasn’t as if he could deny it. Not when it came to his spoiled daughters. Never did he think he would crumble to the knees of a toddler, though never did the prince believe he would be willing to crawl for another’s affections. Still it wasn’t as surprising as he would have liked to admit.
Though maybe it was made easier by the body pressed against his own. The prince was never one for dancing, or social gatherings in general, but he danced with Foolish as if they had been partners for years. As if they had known every curve and freckle of each other’s bodies. It felt intimate, and for once Vegetta had never been more thankful for Rubius’ silence as they swayed into the night.
Leaving the pair to tangle in their cage.
***
Soon enough dancing their way through the halls of the castle until they found their tangled bodies in front of the prince's room.
As the door shut behind him, Vegetta wasn’t sure what to expect, or what he wanted to expect, but the hands that found their way to his shoulders were welcoming. Heavy but comforting, they slid up his chest to the thick fabric of the cape over his shoulders. Wrapping in the material as the prince was being pulled further and further into the room. Following the concubine’s hands eagerly, desperately even, while he was guided to the bed. Their bed.
Such a simple thought brought a rush to the prince. The thought of something being theirs but the rush was soothed with a welcomed warmth with the thought of them sharing something between them. With the thought of having more ‘ours’ and not just ‘his’ anymore. Their bed, their room, their thrones. Vegetta was getting ahead of himself, he knew, but just the thought had him flushed a deep romantic red. His blush only got worse as his body was stopped at the foot of the bed.
There the hands on his body would slow as they slid from his chest, up his shoulders to his neck. Taking his time in a way that made Vegetta melt. To feel so loved as Foolish’s skilled touches became soft and curious. There have been others in the past, and yet he was treating the prince with the same sweetness of lovers.
It made all those worries melt away. As if nothing really mattered in the world but the prince and his concubine. Leaving only Foolish’s hands to focus on as they settled on his cheek. There the concubine would stop, though no complaints spilled from the prince as Foolish's thumb pressed into his bottom lip. He couldn't deny himself the pleasure of pressing a kiss against the pad of his thumb, not when he was quickly rewarded with the sight of Foolish's fluttering ears raised with interest. The heavy chains decorating his fins clinking faintly against the amethyst earring that fit far too nicely on the concubine–
"I want to kiss you." It sounded more like a demand from the prince as his gaze flickered from where it had been staring at the glittering gold earrings to the seemingly glowing pair of green staring down at him. Never had he thought a simple color would bring him to his knees.
The request, though odd coming from the stoic prince, took Foolish by surprise. "You want to kiss me?" The muffled voice stammered, the hand cupping the prince's scarred cheek growing tense.
"If you'll allow me such pleasure." With the softness spreading in Vegetta's tone he knew his demand sounded more like begging.
It wasn't far from the truth. Vegetta would beg as terrified as he was to admit it. He would beg for just a brief kiss, he would let himself be blindfolded and even tied if it meant Foolish would feel safe enough to press his taunting lips against the prince's own aching pair again.
"Is…Is that alright?" His voice grew quiet in his wants as he pressed into Foolish's touch. Fearful of the concubine's response but like all of Vegetta's other pleas for affection – Foolish seemed happy to give it to him. Never making the prince beg as the warm hand caressed his cheek, brushing against the crescent scar under his eye to tuck a few hairs behind the prince's pierced ear.
"I was hoping you'd ask." The chuckle that followed only fueled the flames in Vegetta's chest but then the comforting hand would drop to his chest.
At first, the concubine would fidget with the chain of his cape before the prince would reach to unclasp it. Letting it fall to the floor in a pile of fabrics and furs. It wasn't obvious if that was what Foolish wanted but it seemed to make the concubine happy. Suddenly Vegetta was being pushed back, his calves hitting the edge of the back, causing him to fall back on the bed with a severe lack of grace.
His face became flushed as he stared ahead at the combine's navel before his wide eyes quickly traveled up the body, past the body chains and necklaces that followed the curve of Foolish's chest until he was staring into the hollows of the mask. He could feel Foolish's smile from beneath the mask. Something so taunting and beautiful, causing the prince's mouth to dry uncomfortably. He didn't dare to speak.
Not until Foolish would take a step back, the bracelets around his ankles clicking softly as the concubine instead began walking around the bed. Not dismissing the prince, rather not acknowledging him at all. And the prince couldn't deny, as pathetic as it was, that he wasn't pleased with the idea of not having Foolish's attention. Rubius would surely be laughing at him and his thirst for attention if he were present.
"Is something wrong darling?" The prince asked, his tone soft as he watched the golden body closely. Observing as Foolish walked up to one of the oil lanterns in the room to extinguish the flame.
The meaning would go over the prince's head until Foolish had moved on to the next, and then the next, until the room was blanketed in shadows that danced wildly from one final lantern resting to the left of the bed. Foolish would stop there, reaching for the last light when the prince would speak again.
"I'd like to see you." The words were full of caution. Not sure how the concubine would react to Vegetta's confession.
Foolish would hesitate under the prince's gaze, turning just enough to peek back at Vegetta over his shoulder. Leaving the pair in silence while the concubine seemed to think about what was asked of him, and Vegetta didn't dare make a noise from where he had been left on the bed.
Fearful of frightening the other. His palms were clamped over his thighs despite his stoic features. His body so quick to betray him, to show his desperation for Foolish.
"Is that what you want?" Foolish's voice would break the silence, his tone not welcoming nor unwelcoming.
"If… I mean-"
"Is that what you want?" The question was repeated.
Vegetta swallowed, "Yes."
He must have looked nervous, and of course he was, because Foolish seemed to take pity on the older man with a little nod before his hand would fall to his side once more.
Allowing just a moment of relief to wash over the prince, his shoulders sagging with his soft sight, only to grow tense once more as those light footsteps returned to him. Standing before him once more, now bathed only in an orange glow that handsomely highlighted every curve and edge of the concubine's body. If Vegetta were a religious man, he would be sure he was sitting before a God.
The prince swallowed thickly. Only sitting in obedience as one of Foolish's hands raised, glowing seductively beneath the light, to brush Vegetta's hair back. His fingertips barely brushed against the skin of his forehead and yet it sent Vegetta's skin ablaze. His breath stuttered, finding himself leaning forward as if to chase the touch until his head rested against Foolish's stomach. His hands quickly followed to hold Foolish's waist, his thumbs pressed into the dip of his hip. Like a saint, Foolish's heavy hand rested on Vegetta's shoulder. Holding him close while that other hand worked its way through the prince's hair. It was comforting. Adding a gentleness to the building lust that felt too much like lover's.
Such a thought was brushed aside to instead focus on the hand lightly scratching at the back of his head, toying with the black hair tenderly, while the hand on his shoulder began to rub soothing circles. It was hard to feel nervous with such silent promises, though that didn't mean the heavy feeling in the prince's stomach vanished.
"You wish to see me and yet you're leaving tomorrow; that's awfully selfish my prince." The words hollowed Vegetta. His blood ran cold as he opened his mouth, scrambling to find the word to explain himself but then Foolish would laugh. That squeaky, carefree laugh that promised there was no harm in his words. "I could get into trouble for showing you my face."
Vegetta grimaced at the thought of being the cause of Foolish being punished in any way. The sound of his panicked voice ringing in the prince's ear from the day prior, how scared Foolish had been at the thought of being seen. "I am sorry for yesterday–"
"That was different." Foolish cut him off as the hand atop his head smoothed through the prince's hair once more, toying with the strands. "That guard isn't supposed to see me, I don't want them to see me."
"But…You're okay with me…?"
"Only you." To this, Vegetta could feel his heart stutter.
It must be shocking that the grand prince Vegetta could be wooed, or that he would be interested in such affairs. It had been so long since he had claimed a partner, not since his husband's early death.
Rubius had been someone dear to Vegetta. His husband wasn't always truthful and could be cruel, but Vegetta would have chosen him time and time again given the chance. Because of that, he was okay with never again finding a partner or settling. He had a heir, and though she would likely never take the throne, he would never wish it upon her. As far as Vegetta was concerned, he had completed his purpose.
Another partner, another lover, seemed impossible. Vegetta's heart didn't seem big enough ever to love someone else. Not the way he had loved Rubius-
But Foolish wasn't Rubius. Foolish was gentle and comforting, he was sweet and affectionate. Like an anchor in a raging sea. Keeping Vegetta in one piece. Oh how he loved him-
"Your Majesty," Vegetta quickly looked up at the sound of the concubine's voice. Firstly, he took in the totem mask in Foolish's other hand, hardly even realizing it had left his body until his gaze flickered to the other's features. "Welcome back." The hand atop Vegetta's head slowed. "If this is too much, we can just cuddle."
To this, Vegetta didn't have a remark. Not a word came to mind as he stared up at Foolish. It felt almost humorous to gaze upon the concubine now on display and still be unable to take in the face that has haunted Vegetta's thoughts. As if it were biblical, an inability to view what he wasn't supposed to see, Foolish's features were hidden beneath the dim flickering light. Only the subtle glow of green gave light to Foolish's thick brows and lashes but nothing more.
In the dim light, he could tell Foolish's features were strong and sharp, like the mask, but nothing more that didn't come with the warped light of the flame to distort the sight before him. Even then, he could feel Foolish's smile that surely matched his own. He could feel that it was welcoming and full of tenderness.
"Foolish…" Vegetta said breathlessly, a love-struck look surely claiming his gaze. His hands pulled Foolish in closer until the concubines stood between his legs, and Foolish obeyed with that smile.
"Your one and only." He chuckled. Without the mask, it sounded like heaven to Vegetta's aching skull. "Do you like?" It was a playful question, but now Vegetta could pick up on how Foolish was seeking approval.
"I ah I-I like you." He corrected quickly with a smile. On the way his calloused hands slid up the concubine's sides, feeling him shudder under his palms.
"And…" Foolish chuckled once more but this one sounded more nervous. It showed in how the hand tangled in Vegetta's hair would tighten. Tugging at his scalp but the prince wouldn't mind, not when it seemed essential to listen. "And you don't mind me?" Foolish mumbled.
It was such an odd question. Of course, Vegetta knew what Foolish meant by his question. Though he might not fully understand the religious aspects of the secrecy, not like Bad would, he knew this was a big step. To big of a step for most.
Vegetta didn't know many concubines, a surprise to not many, but he understood the mask played a role in the control. Keeping a concubine faceless and nameless would promise little to no connection with the body pleasuring you. Vegetta had failed miserably in that regard, but this felt far from bad.
"Why wouldn't I?" He muttered with his lips brushed against the toned skin of Foolish's stomach. Pressing a subtle kiss just above his navel before his jaw was caught in Foolish's careful hold. Tilting Vegetta's head back just enough to look back at his hidden features.
"Because you're a prince." Foolish mumbled quietly.
"Is there a problem with that?" Vegetta raised a thick brow.
"No. It's just that, and don't get me wrong, I am honored, your majesty, but I-I am… I'm not– I'm not of your status prince–"
"I know, I knew this when I met you and I knew then when I wanted you." Vegetta swore he heard a whimper spill from the body before him. So muffled and quiet but it gripped him completely. "What's wrong my love?"
"I could get in a lot of trouble for letting you see me like this, I-I could get you in a lot of trouble like this. You're a prince. I'm not supposed to be this intimate with guests-"
"Do you not like it?" The question was met with silence as it hung heavy in the air. It was an important question. If Foolish were uncomfortable with the scene, the prince would stop it immediately. All he needed to say was it was too much and Vegetta would do all in his power to make it better. Still Foolish wouldn't respond. "Foolish," He started in between reaching for the hand on his face, running his thumb over the taller knuckles. "I am a prince, yes?"
"Yes."
"As a prince it is my duty to protect what I care for." Vegetta brought Foolish's hand to his mouth to press his lips against the rings on his fingers. "You need not worry for me, nor yourself. I won't let anyone hurt you, do you understand that Foolish?" He pressed another kiss against Foolish's knuckles, this one with more force. "I'd go to war a thousand times more before I'd let anyone else lay a hand on you–"
" –That's kinda hot." His words caught Vegetta off guard, losing his monologue in favor of snorting out a laugh.
He smiled with another kiss pressed against Foolish's hand," That wasn't what I was trying for but noted." He chuckled." Now Foolish. It is very important to me that you're comfortable. This doesn't have to continue if you don't like me seeing you. I won't be upset." He promised.
Foolish grew silent to show he was thinking about his options. To the prince's own surprise, and a little relief that the angelic depiction before him wouldn't be taken away, Foolish would place the totem mask beside them on the edge of the bed. Vegetta stared at the piece momentarily, taking in the hollowed eyes of the mask that seemed to be staring back at him.
Oh how a new hatred settled quickly for the object that had robbed him of such joy. Though he couldn't see Foolish, not in the way he wanted to, not in the way he could study every detail on his face like he wanted to, but Foolish was comfortable enough to remove the clunky mask and that was enough to satisfy the prince.
As if to prove that fact, the hand his hand has claimed slipped from his hold to caress his face. Gripping the prince's attention as his head was turned without complaint to face the concubine just as his lips were captured in a kiss. It was quick, just a simple peck and nothing more, at first.
Vegetta's breath stuttered with the simple peck. It had during their first kiss, no matter how short-lived it had been, but now he didn't try to hide it. Not that he could even attempt to as their eyes met, staring back at each other before each leaned in for another kiss. This one more ravenous than the last.
All his wants and desires spilled into the kiss as his hands reached for the bent body in front of him. Grabbing at whatever he could reach in an attempt to pull Foolish closer, to deepen the kiss, and he was met with as much eagerness. Foolish's pierced lips held more experience despite his youth over the prince, how they worked to deepen the kiss. To steal the prince's trembling breath like a true siren.
And truly Vegetta had no complaints with the thought of dying on such a pair of lips. Whether by the stolen dagger or by a poisonous kiss, Vegetta would be content to be taken by the concubine.
When their panting lips parted, the prince tried to stiffly in his own noise of distaste at the way Foolish suddenly pulled away. However, he would be silenced by the sight of the golden body working his sleeveless top off, dropping it to the floor as if Vegetta hadn't already seen Foolish nude before. That wasn't a thought to take away from the scene because Vegetta was just as flushed as he had been the first time he had the pleasure to gaze upon the glimmering body. His fingers twitched with the desire to touch though he remained gripping the thin sheets of the bed. Foolish was a sight no matter how much or little he wore.
His mouth was agape as he watched closely as Foolish hands caressed his own waist, working their way down his toned stomach in a little show just as they had at the poolside. Stopping just at the hem of his pants before they would stop. Gripping the prince's attention as he stared at the concubine's waist for a moment longer, waiting for more, but when nothing came his eyes traveled quickly to Foolish's face.
Oh. Vegetta's thoughts tripped over themselves, tying his stomach in knots, with the look in Foolish's eyes. Such a look of want the prince had never seen before in his gaze. It frightened Vegetta. Not in a bad way, though not in a way he was familiar with. Looking at the stained prince as if he were there was nothing Vegetta could do to detour Foolish's love.
He swallowed thickly. "Foolish..."
"Vegetta." The prince whined with the sound of his name rolling off Foolish's tongue.
No prince. No 'your majesty'. Just Vegetta.
When Foolish' reached his hand out to caress the side of Vegetta's face, the prince became ravenous as his lips quickly attacked whatever skin he could reach. Trailing feverish across Foolish's palms, over his wrist and down his arm until the concubine's other hand would stop him. Cupping Vegetta's face instead to pull the prince into another kiss.
This one felt more desperate as those warm hands left his face to work on the buttons of his waistcoat. Working the thick fabric off of the prince's shoulders with delayed help until the article was quickly pushed aside. From there Foolish would try to work on Vegetta's flowy shirt, though much to their dismay, would have to pull away to pull it over the prince's head.
The room was cold in the desert night but Vegetta was quickly warmed by the pair of hands on his torso. Despite the desperation of the kiss, Foolish's touch was more careful in where he allowed his hands to explore. Something that the prince would find unendingly precious even as he shivered at the brush of fingertips over the scars that covered his chest and sides from battle.
Others were faded and dull while others were still red from improperly healing. Each were treated with the same tenderness. The same gentleness that left goosebumps across the prince's skin until he was pressing into Foolish's palms.
It felt cruel when those hands would leave him. Pulling a low grunt from Vegetta's throat before his patience would be rewarded in a new way. Not fully understanding what Foolish wanted when one knee was raised to rest on the edge of the bed, making it sink with the added weight. However Vegetta didn't have to guess for long before the concubine was happily making himself at home in the prince's lap, his long legs stranding Vegetta's thigh as the prince's hands quickly reached out to keep Foolish from falling. Holding on to the concubine's thin waist, pulling him close until there was no room between them.
And then Foolish mouth was on his own. Drowning any thoughts, good or bad, with the taste of his lips. A hand raised to wrap around Foolish’s broad shoulders, his fingers tangling in the golden locks at the back of his head. It must have been a sign for more as Foolish’s lips were pressing against his jaw. Licking and sucking at the stubble of his jaw as he made his way down.
With lips on his neck, Vegetta could feel himself grewing warm. Pressed so close against the concubine. Unable to even attempt to muffle the grunt that slipped past his mouth with every peck that moved across his neck. Sending a shiver up his spine that was only rewarded with a nibble as teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck. Sharp teeth.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt Foolish's mouth open, his tongue dragging up the prince's neck but nothing more. Neither wanted to cause the other harm. Not the snake, nor his sacrifice.
The thought was oddly comforting as Vegetta tilted his head to capture Foolish's lips once more in a sweet kiss. Offering a moment to slow down, to enjoy each other. It felt perfect if Vegetta would let himself be honest. It felt meant to be. He smiled into the kiss at the thought.
So caught in the moment the knock at the door startled the pair, causing both to jump and knock their heads together. Vegetta hissed as he rubbed his head, stealing a glance at the door before his attention was brought back to the concubine when there wasn't an immediate follow-up. Wanting nothing more than to ignore it before a knock could be heard once more.
Vegetta sighed, as did Foolish. The prince lightly patted the concubine's outer thigh, waiting for Foolish to slip out of his lap before he would begrudgingly stand. Leaving the concubine on the bed where Foolish flopped back against the sheets. The prince not bothering to cover himself as he stormed to the door to answer whoever dared interrupt them.
"What do you want." Vegetta voiced in annoyance the moment he opened the door. A masked maid stood at the door, her empty mask staring up at Vegetta with indifference. For a long moment there was silence. Not a word, not a breath, uttered between them for a long moment.
"The king wishes to see you."
"I have no interest in seeing the king right now-"
"The king wishes to see you." The maid repeated. This time she tilted her head to peek past the prince, causing Vegetta to follow the mask's gaze until his eyes fall on Foolish. Totem mask hiding Foolish's face once more like a curse.
Vegetta would watch as Foolish looked between the maid and the prince, perhaps expecting to be granted or denied permission before the mask would ultimately fall on the masked maid once more.
"Can it not wait?" Foolish asked, his voice uncomfortably quiet.
"The king is very upset." To this, Foolish would slowly nod his head.
"I'll be with there in a minute."
"Foolish," Vegetta would start as he watched the concubine quickly stand from where he had been sitting on the bed.
"Did you tell him you didn't want me?" To this, Vegetta grew silent. He hated how it was phrased. It wasn't true. He wanted Foolish. He wanted Foolish in any way he could have him, and still found himself starved for more. The prince glanced at the maid in the doorway before he let the door shut with a soft thud to give the pair more privacy.
"I didn't mean it like that-I told him you wouldn't be traveling with me." He tried to explain though watching as Foolish quickly pulled on his shirt didn't make the words feel any nicer. "Foolish," He tried.
The concubine didn't slow as he worked to fix his hair from where it had been tangled beneath Vegetta's calloused hands. Working to make himself look more presentable as his hands moved onto his jewelry. Hastily taking off the purple beads around his neck to stash away in his pockets.
"Foolish," He tried once more though his voice wasn't strong enough to grow any louder. A feeling a hurt crossed the prince's chest as he watched Foolish reach for the amethyst earring he had stolen from the prince but would stop. His hands hovered in place before the totem mask tilted in his direction for the first time.
"I'll see you tomorrow, before your departure?" Foolish asked for confirmation, and Vegetta was too weak to deny him such. Nodding his head slowly as the concubine approached. "Good," The mouth of the mask was pressed against his cheek. "Then I'll see you tomorrow-"
"Stay." Vegetta's voice finally caught up with him as he reached out to grab Foolish's wrist. Not rough, never rough, but enough to keep him in place. "Stay with me."
"Your Highness I can't. You know I can't." Foolish's muffled voice soothed as the concubine's hand settled over Vegetta's, caressing his scarred knuckles with such sweetness. "My loyalty is to my king." Foolish sighed as he carefully pried the prince's hand's from his wrist, and Vegetta allowed it. Not wanting to fight, not wanting to hurt the other. "I'll see you tomorrow, prince."
With that, Foolish was taking a step back. Taking his warmth with him as Vegetta watched him walk to the door, silently slipping out without another word. Leaving the prince cold.