“Fuck!” Yuri screeched. But still he didn’t move.
“Shut up, you little shit, or I’ll gag you.”
Yuri moaned. Angelo couldn’t tell if it was in fear or anticipation. Knowing Yuri as well as he unfortunately did, he’d put money on the answer being both. Either way, Yuri shut his mouth.
“It’s time to take your punishment,” Angelo told Yuri, then struck him again on the arse. It was, Angelo reluctantly noticed now that he couldn't help but look at it, round and firm and fucking perfect. Which, of course Yuri had a perfect bum. It was just like him. “You're getting sixteen spanks,” he went on, smacking the tender skin at the junction of Yuri's rounded cheek and upper thigh. “One for every year you’ve been a brat and I’ve been stuck with you. Do you think I’m happy about this?” Smack. “Do you think, for one second, that I’d have ever chosen you?”
Sounding miserable, Yuri whispered, “No.”
Angelo struck so that it glanced off Yuri’s bollocks. He howled but still didn’t move, other than jumping a bit at the startling burst of pain. Angelo was reluctantly impressed. He'd expected Yuri to have gone storming off long before now.
“No,” Angelo agreed. “But here we are.” Smack. “I have to spend my life with you.” Smack. “And I refuse to put up with your shit.” Smack. “I am done.” Smack. “Do you understand?” Smack. “Done.”
“Please,” Yuri whimpered, his voice gone watery and thin.
“Please, what?” Smack.
“Please, sir?”
That took Angelo aback because it was entirely unexpected. He’d thought Yuri would’ve run away by now, or at the very least begged for mercy. Instead, he'd done neither thing. And that “sir” had gone right to Angelo’s dick where it definitely didn’t belong. He tried to will away what was the beginning of an honest to god erection.
“Or, I don’t know,” Yuri said, starting to babble to fill the silence. “Your royal highness? If you have a preference I can—”
Smack. “Shut up, Yuri. I swear to god,” smack, “I will get you to stop being such a fucking arsehole,” smack, “if it’s the last thing I do.” Smack.
There. That was sixteen. Time to stop. Time to make the royal arsehole pull up his arsehole trousers and go back to his own arsehole room. But, seemingly of its own volition, Angelo’s hand rose again and touched Yuri’s bottom. Yuri moaned again. So did Angelo, before he snatched his hand back.
“Go on,” Angelo said. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
Yuri still didn’t move. “Please, sir,” he said again.
“Jesus Christ, what now? You’re done. We’re done. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Please, can I have some more?”
That made Angelo's heart speed up. Blood rushed everywhere he needed it except his confused head. Yuri wanted more? Angelo stared at Yuri’s arse and all sorts of unwanted and intrusive thoughts flooded his mind. No. This wasn’t what he wanted at all.
“I should’ve told Becky that your dick is tiny,” Yuri said, his voice more hopeful than sneering. “Because I’ve seen it. I would know.”
Anger rekindled within Angelo. Without stopping to think, he slapped Yuri’s arse again. The prince groaned and raw satisfaction poured into Angelo. His fingers itched to do it again.
“And that you used to run around naked all the time while playing with your bits.” Yuri sounded both breathless and triumphant.
“I was five!” Angelo gave in to the urge and smacked Yuri’s arse harder. He yelped and jumped forward a tiny bit, then settled back.
“Still counts,” Yuri assured him. “I’ve taken baths and showers with you. Slept in your bed. Seen you completely starkers. I know you’ve got a birthmark on your inner thigh that looks like Poland.”
Angelo smacked Yuri again, eliciting a sharply indrawn breath. “Stop being so disgusting.”
Yuri laughed. “You think that’s disgusting? I lay in bed at night and dream about sucking your dick.”
That made Angelo pause. “You… what?” It was so gross. But. It was also weirdly hot. Why the hell was it hot? Angelo covered his confusion by smacking Yuri again.
“More,” Yuri demanded. “Please. I need it!”
How the hell had they ended up here, with Yuri giving out orders and expecting Angelo to obey them? “Pull up your pants, princess. Go to bed. We’ll just pretend this never happened.”
Yuri popped upright, swayed a little, then whirled around, a furious expression on his face and his cock swollen and dripping with need.
I did that, Angelo thought. It was sickening, but also fascinating that he had such power over someone like perfect Prince Euripides. It was heady and a lot like being buzzed and on the edge of getting massively drunk.
“This happened,” Yuri hissed at Angelo. He cupped his erection, holding it for Angelo’s inspection. “You happened, and I’m not forgetting what you did. Not ever.” He pulled up his trousers and stalked out of Angelo’s room.
But Yuri did seem to forget about the incident. He didn’t mention it as months went by, and Angelo was relieved and not disappointed at all.
Then one day, close to exams, Yuri showed up at Angelo’s dorm room. Henry let him in and the little jerk told him to find somewhere else to study. That he and Angelo had to talk. And he said it so sweetly that Henry, who should’ve known better, smiled back, grabbed his books and mobile, and said he was heading for the library.
Angelo sat at his desk, much as he had the last time Yuri had been in his dorm room. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”
“I need…” Yuri bit his plump lower lip. “You have to… fix this.”
“Fix what?” Angelo was baffled.
“I can’t fucking concentrate!” Yuri exploded. He started to pace the room. “I can’t sleep, either. It’s like I’m stuck and it’s all your fault. You and your stupid punishment. Couldn’t have punched me in the face or something, could you? No. You had to spank me. Because that’s a rational
