if I’m being completely honest here, I’ve never even thought of murda until I asked about cute couples and I only wrote it because I got an idea and I only keep writing it because you fuckers keep encouraging me for some reason
Mika had been away from Vampire Mountain for several months now, but was finally returning. He had been abroad, on a mission that he and the other princes had agreed that he’d be the best fit for. Now that he’d finished said mission he wanted nothing more than to be back home, to sleep in his own coffin. But also…he thought about Kurda. They hadn’t been able to talk while he was away and hoped he’d be at the mountain when he returned.
His mind had been occupied with many thoughts over his long trek. He hauled his over-stuffed pack up higher onto his shoulder as he and his men reached the caves leading into the mountain. They quickly made their way through, Mika consistently much farther ahead than his men. He was ready to get inside and find Kurda.
As he entered the gate he completely ignored everyone who had greeted him. He fixed a menacing scowl in place so that hopefully the other vampires around would leave him alone. He found his way to Kurda’s cell and took a moment outside of it. He knocked and heard a muffled “come in”. He entered and walked to the middle of the room. Wait…had he been hearing things? No one was in here, yet he swore he’d heard Kurda say tha-
“Got you!” Kurda yelled as he jumped out of his coffin, shooting some sort of makeshift popper. Glitter littered the room and Mika. The prince was momentarily too stunned to react, then he heard Kurda mutter a few curses. When he looked up at the blond he was trying his hardest to calmly compose himself. He quickly thought of how he could redirect his anger and found the perfect thing.
With an unreadable expression he quickly stormed over to Kurda who was cowering now. As he reached him he grabbed Kurda by the front of his tunic and pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. One of his hands made its way up into the blonds hair, gripping it tightly, the other arm wrapping itself around Kurda’s back bringing their body’s close. Kurda moaned and his knees instantly went weak, making him arch into Mika. This gave Mika the perfect opportunity to pull on Kurda’s hair more, tilting the blonds head back further giving Mika better access to his mouth.
Mika move his mouth down to Kurda’s neck, sucking and nibbling on the cool flesh. “I missed you,” Mika murmured against Kurda’s skin. Kurda was in paradise! Mika had never acted like this before and he was enjoying it immensely. As Mika continued he also started running a hand under Kurda’s tunic and up his stomach.
“You’re hairs gotten longer,” Kurda said with a moan, running a hand through Mika’s spiky, short black hair. The prince hummed in response while sucking Kurda’s neck, sending a shudder down the blond’s spine. With that Mika pulled away, putting a small gap in between them. A devious grin spread across his face and he slowly took off his pack. Kurda’s face was flushed and he waiting for Mika to continue. Mika squatted down, looking up at Kurda who was rather excited by where this was going.
Mika did quite the opposite of what Kurda’s filthy mind had imagined. Mika reached into his pack any grabbed several items, then stood back up. Kurda frowned then looked at the items he was being presented.
“For your cartography,” Mika said. He was holding out a rather large bundle of fine papers and two bottles of ink. One bottle was filled with a dark black ink while the other was filled with a vibrant blue ink. Kurda was rather surprised, he hadn’t expect the prince would ever get him a gift much less a gift for his silly hobby.
Kurda stared at Mika for a moment, mouth hanging open. Kurda took his gifts and set them atop his desk. Before he turned around again he was encircled by Mika’s strong arms. Mika’s hands splayed across the others chest and stomach. The prince pulled their bodies close and kissed the back of Kurda’s neck and up to his ear. While he nibbled on his lobe one of his hands went back under Kurda’s shirt, slowly making its way up, bringing the fabric with it. His other hand made its way down, playing with the hem of his pants. The prince slid his finger tips under the hem, and Kurda became impatient.
Mika quickly spun the blond around. Kurda instantly ground his hips against the others. Mika let out a strangled groan and kissed Kurda deeply. Kurda was trying desperately to take Mika’s cloak off, but the prince wouldn’t have it. “This,” Mika whispered into Kurda’s ear, and not so gently grasped Kurda’s ass with both hands, “is what you get for the damned glitter.”
He turned away from the flustered Kurda, grabbed his pack, and walked out Kurda’s room. Kurda stood, frozen, trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. After a few minutes he yelled curses towards the now absent prince.
Mika snickered to himself as he walked back to his cell, enjoying Kurda’s frustration.