This takes place just after Niall punched Keenan in Fragile Eternity
Keenan strode into the loft like a summer storm, his temper sending blistering hot winds stirring around the room. His jaw ached where Niall had struck him but it was the shame and embarrassment that caused him real pain. To be shown as weak and helpless in front of his queen and worse her mortal lover, was more than he could bear. Lightning sizzled through the air as his rage bubbled over, a sudden storm drenching the room.
"You should learn to relax." Niall drawled from the doorway. "You're too tense."
Keenan whirled to face the dark king. "What are you doing here?"
Niall flashed a lazy grin and lifted his cigarette to his lips. His dark gaze drifted over his former monarch, resting finally on the fresh bruise blossoming on his cheek.
"I came to admire my handiwork." He kicked the door shut and stalked across the room. Despite himself Keenan took a step backwards away from the shadows that danced around the dark fey. Niall reached out and grabbed a fistful of the summer king's hair, forcing his head back at a painful angle.
"Let go of me." Keenan's words were cut off as Niall brushed his lips against his own. Keenan curled his fists around Niall's shirt and pulled him closer, His mouth opened under Niall's and the kiss became bruising. Heat burst from his fingertips, burning the other feary's clothes wherever they touched.
"I thought you were angry with me." Niall murmured.
"I am." Keenan's thoughts were scattered and incoherent, running about his head like terrified mice. All he could concentrate on was the warm sensation of Niall's mouth as it trailed across his skin, leaving a line of fire wherever it touched.
The dark king untangled his fingers from his hair and slid them over his waist, coming to rest lightly on Keenan's denim clad hips. He pulled back, his eyes black with desire. "If this is angry, I'd hate to see you happy."
"I hate you." Keenan hissed, wincing slightly as Niall tightened his grip, fingers no doubt leaving more bruises on his skin.
Niall chuckled and pushed the younger fey back against the wall. Shadows leapt from his eyes to wrap around them both with feathery tendrils. "I know." He said.