I Wish They Were Real

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Baddest bitch in the 4th ward.

please......please....... knight seb....... pleas.e share...

Somehow I knew you'd have my back ahaha

So, about this AU + snippet

For anyone who isn't comrade @backmarkerr over there, every AU I have is basically OUR AU. Mine and Max. Mi casa tu casa and all that.

So in this one, Kimi's a prince, and Seb is a Knight from a very stern order (Red Bull Order) who is assigned to protect him. Red Bull Order knights are very strong, capable, and known to be these legendary, cold-faced warriors.

They're also massive virgins, because of their strict vows. They're trained from a very early age to form little attachment to people, and have as little personality as possible.

So that's the context, here's the snippet...

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Sebastian Vettel was an attentive man, who took credence to any gossip he heard. His caution always served him well, as the word on the street was often more perceptive and accurate than the stories nobles and courts tried to pass as truth. Pretense was not a commoner concern.

With that said, while Prince Raikkonen’s favoring of men wasn’t by any means a new rumor, Sebastian found himself questioning it for the first time.

It seemed that his young royal’s visit to the brothels wasn’t going to show any sort of decorum, but contrary to what he was expecting at the beginning of the night, that had nothing to do with men as a preference, and everything to do with… well…

A loud, ecstatic moan vibrated through the door he was guarding, as if on cue.

Whether the prince liked women or not, it was certain that women very much liked him. To add to the embarrassment, the explicit sounds were something Sebastian never heard before in his life, which for a man his age was bordering on preposterous. They had an effect on him, one that left him feeling too hot under the collar and all the same relieved his clothes were heavy and dense.

“Ahem.” A cough at his side made him glance at Heikki Kovalainen, a fellow knight, albeit from no remarkable order. “Plan is going well, huh?”

Sebastian didn’t respond, instead pressing his lips firmly together.

“You know she’s being theatrical right?” Heikki glanced at Vettel with a smug face, as if he could smell his inexperience from a mile away.

“What?” Sebastian reacted, unable to help himself.

“The moans, the shouts. She’s doing her little performance too, no offense to the prince.”

“I wonder what the prince will think when I relay him your words.”

Heikki only scoffed at the threat, as if he wasn’t concerned with that at all.

“He’s probably thinking the same as me.” He leaned a bit closer to Sebastian. “As far as preferences go, he tends to like them more quiet. More discrete.”

“This might be one of the few things I don’t have to know about him.” Sebastian replied, feeling his face warm to a noticeable degree.

“God, you’re a prude.” Heikki leaned back to where he was, as another pleasured shout came from the room. “Guess it’s true what they say of the mighty Bulls.”

If only he were a tortoise, Sebastian would have hidden his face inside his shell as he so wanted to. Unfortunately, his lack of response didn’t stop Heikki from bringing up the inevitable.

 “You’re all virgins.” Oh the grin in his voice.

“You must find trips to the brothel to be better than committing to honorable vows then.” Sebastian defended himself. He tried to sound as snotty nosed as a true Holy Knight would have felt, but next to an older peer he only sounded juvenile, even to his own ears.

“Nothing honorable about blue balling yourself.” Heikki laughed. “What are you, a nun? Even those escape the convent some nights…”

“Don’t speak heresies…”

“Well I’ll let you know right now, if a girl moans the moment you touch her waist, she likes your wallet more than you.”

“I would never!”

“Pay for it? Because I hope you get to experience it someday. It’s what makes a man, a man.”

While Sebastian kept a sour glare towards Heikki, deep within himself he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought of it. Especially now, with all the noises coming from behind that door.

He wondered how it would be to see a naked woman, see her large breasts and nothing between her legs. He twitched his fingers as he imagined how it would be to touch fleshy thighs and see the fat and muscle in them move beneath his hands.

Sebastian’s only point of comparison was seeing a sharp blade effortlessly glide through meat and even bone. He was curious, certainly, but he wasn’t yearning for it.

However, the thought of Kimi in there changed it from pure anatomy to something more. There, Sebastian had a point of reference. He saw Kimi’s body when he was wounded and needed to be cleaned and bandaged, he felt the strength of his arm around his waist, he witnessed the droplets of sweat sliding down his neck when it was too hot outside.

The muscles he saw still and bruised, how would they look in action? Pulling and tensing with movement, putting their strength to use by holding this woman in position? How would he look naked? Not vulnerable, but confidently naked?

A hint of a response came from the room once again, a loud and stretched out cry that sounded as ecstatic as it was out of breath.

No matter how much Heikki babbled, that one didn’t sound fake at all.

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Before the story begins.

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