"I am Teague, prince of the fae plane." The flawless being reintroduced himself, power radiating from his ears to his toes. Brody visibly paled. Was this not the right time at all?

"You're him... aren't you? You're out to get Mina..."

"Only because she has what's mine. I hope this surprise wasn't too terrible." He didn't want to hide from him any more and his heart started to ache.

"You tricked me." Brody's voice shook. "You're going to take advantage of me?" Teague watched him ball his fists and raised his hands. "I-I-" Brody was visibly distressed, eyebrows knitted together and his knuckles white.

"Don't fucking talk!" Teague didn't have time to react as Brody socked him in the face, his nose cracking and bleeding onto the duvet.

The prince saw stars and he tenderly rubbed at his tingling lip as it started to swell. "Don't you dare talk to me ever again you... you freak!"

Tears streamed down Brody's cheeks but he held his stance, jaw ticking. Rage melted into Teague's veins and he felt the power crackling at his fingertips.

"I'm not a freak. You should watch yourself, Brody." The fact they were both almost naked didn't phase them a bit as their buzzed gazes burned into each other. This was going to be a long night.

~

Brody was the first to excuse himself. He went and came back probably an hour later, leaving Teague to mourn. He'd expected a happy ending- he expected his pathetic crush to love him for who he really was, but instead he had tissues held to his nose and a mess he'd have to explain to Nan.

Brody thankfully brought back their clothes and the prince sloppily threw them on, desperate to cover himself. Would things ever be the same between them? Will they ever share another kiss?

It was time for Teague to start crying, and he couldn't control the small hiccups that sounded across the room. It didn't take long for Brody to let out a sigh, pull a neatly folded quilt out of the closet, and wrap Teague in it like a depressed burrito only to leave the room again.

Teague's heart felt like it could tear out of his chest and kill itself. It hurt- he hurt, and he felt... oh no. He quickly leaped off the bed and slammed the bathroom door open to let his insides out into the toilet.

His throat and nose burned and his eyes welled up with tears again. He hadn't eaten much, but the alcohol made his vomit taste horrible. Wiping himself clean, he thought.

I want him.