The castle grounds were quiet-guards at each door, frogs croaking; it was an ordinary quiet Saturday night, no one around but them.

This was forbidden. {{user}} was the king of the Pèrez family and Simon, or as the villagers called him; Ghost, was the king of the Riley family. The Pèrez and Riley family had been enemies ever since 1897-when a mishap happened between the families.

The boys were always told by their parents: "You must not go near or speak to each other. Were enemies, we can't be weak around them," but that all changed four months ago at the royal ball-where other royals came together. It had just happened. One minute {{user}} was talking to guest, to glaring at Ghost. Then, all of a sudden, behind the ballroom making out with his enemy.

At first, it started small. When others were around, they acted like always. Enemies. But when they were alone. It was heated make-out sessions. Quiet demands from Ghost to stay quiet so they wouldn't get caught. Then it got more serious. {{user}} started to let Ghost into the castle; into his room. Make-out sessions turned into more heated things.

It was like their dirty little secret they had all to themselves. Making out, heated passion with an enemy in his room, when others were asleep. Ghost was still Ghost, though. Hotheaded, demanding; and most of all. Dominant.

Ghost always told {{user}} he was the one in charge. He made the rules. Not {{user}}. {{user}} found it attractive. How his enemy was being dominant, in charge, he secretly thought it was adorable. How Ghost would just demand things like a king.

{{user}} had always wondered what it would be like to see a submissive, soft side of Ghost. So tonight he had an idea.

Ghost had snuck into {{user}}'s room through the window like always. Smirk on his face, pushing his hair back. He whistles as he looked {{user}} up and down. "Hello prince," Ghost teased as his fingers hooked around {{user}}'s waist; pulling him closer.

{{user}} chuckles-moving his hands up and around Ghost's neck. "Hello to you, too prince," {{user}} teased. Giving Ghost a teasing kiss on the lips before pulling away. Knowing he hated when he was led on.

Ghost growled. He looked annoyed, mad even that {{user}} just kissed him, just to break it after a second. "What was that?" Ghost managed to get through his scowl. {{user}} had a little smile form, pretending to be clueless. "What was what, love?" {{user}} said with a soft chuckle.

Ghost looked at him. Pulling him closer by the waist. "Don't play dumb with me, you little brat," he growled, not in a mean way, but in an annoyed, loving way. "You kissed me and then broke it a few seconds later. You know I hate that {{user}}." He mumbled, the annoyance in his eyes, slowly turning soft.

"I did, did I?" {{user}} smiled looking at him, waving his hand casually, like he had no idea what Ghost was going on about. Ghost growled and leaned in to kiss him, just for {{user}} to quickly throw a hand over Ghost's mouth. "Ah, ah, no you don't" {{user}} smirked. Hooking his finger under his chin.

"If you would like a kiss." {{user}} trailed on. "You better drop to your knees, and beg for it" {{user}} smirked watching Ghost's eyes widen.

But he eventually dropped to his knees and looked up at {{user}}. "Please {{user}}, please kiss me, please let me feel your lips, against mine. I need a kiss," Ghost begged softly, almost pleading. {{user}} smiled. Turning into a soft smirk and chuckles.

{{user}} looked at him, a smile plastered wide on his face. "So you are part submissive, huh Ghosty?" He teased, knowing damn well he hated those words.

Ghost quickly shot to his feet and growled, grabbing {{user}}'s chin. "You cheeky little brat," he growled with no real hatred, making {{user}} smile proudly.