Chapter Twelve:
Leaving Blay in peace to shower Qhuinn makes his way to the kitchen and grabs enough food to feed an army. With a tray packed full of chicken, mash potato, veg, ice-cream, and whatever else he could grab, he heads back to his room.
Walking out into the main foyer he's surprised to see John and Xhex dressed in their leathers and packing some serious hardware. "What's doing John?"
"We're on rotation tonight-"
"Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me. Give me a minute to get my shit together" Qhuinn croaked as he turned for the stairs.
"You're not coming with us Qhuinn" Xhex called out, stopping him in his tracks.
"Like fuck I'm not. It's my goddamn job to protect that dumbass male of yours, and I'm going to fucking do it."
Getting in Qhuinn's face John signed furiously. "Watch your tone bro. And last I checked you were on bed rest, and that collar of yours was sitting on Wrath's desk next to your weapons-"
Qhuinn's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. What the Fuck! Was he out of a job? Dismissed just like that, because of one fuck up. Panic set in as he scoped the foyer for any sign of Vishous waiting to gut his ass. When a heavy hand landed on his shoulder he flinched.
"It's okay Q. All's good, bro. I spoke to Wrath about a few things, namely you being my bitch long enough. He wants to see you. So, fuck off up to his study and stop acting a pussy. I've got some patrolling to do."
Grinning his friend slapped him on the back before turning him towards the staircase. "John-" With a furious shake of his head John pointed up towards Wraths office. "Fuck you. I get it," Qhuinn grumbled as he finally started back up the staircase.
When he reached the top shock had him nearly dropping his tray as Blay hurried down the corridor dressed exactly like John. "Oh. Fuck. No." Rolling his eyes Blay slides his last dagger into it's sheath. "Sorry about the food, and I don't have time for this. I'm late as it is. I forgot about patrol."
"No. No. You're not going anywhere," Qhuinn growled as he placed the tray down and got in Blay's way. "You're going nowhere with out me. It's not safe. You could get hurt." With a growl Blay stalks past him, his huge body vibrating. "Fuck you, Qhuinn." Sighing Qhuinn rakes his fingers through his hair, "B. I didn't mean-"
Spinning on his heels Blay got up in his face, "What then. What the fuck did you mean, cause all I got was a whole load of you're a pussy B." With a growl of his own Qhuinn cups the nape of Blay's neck pulling him closer. "I know you're more than capable of protecting yourself... I just... fuck it. I can't help but worry. I don't want to see you hurt... or worse." he croaked clutching his own throat.
A loud whistle from below catches their attention. John was standing at the bottom of the staircase, hands on hips, looking the picture of pissed off. Sighing Qhuinn grips Blay's face and pulls him back for a kiss. Parting his lips he let all his feelings pour into it, not giving a shit who seen or what they thought. "Be careful lewlhen."
"I will" Blay whispered before making his way down to John's dumbass and following the smiling bastard outside.
Closing his eyes and mentally preparing himself for god knows what Qhuinn walks down the hall to Wrath's study. Knocking on the door he releases a pent up breath as they open on their own. "Come in, son. Have a seat."
Doing as he was told, for once, Qhuinn sits in the ugly ass armchair next to Wrath's desk. The King was stroking his dog's long mane, staring straight ahead. "So. John was in here frying my fucking head all day trying to get me to release you from your contract. I tried to get him to shut the fuck up, but we both know how annoying that kid can be."
Laughing Wrath turned towards the double door as it opens once more and V walks in with a black case in his hands. "My lord. Q." Qhuinn's eyes darted from the King, to Vishous, and back to the King. He didn't know what to say or where to look.
"My Brother, nice of you to join us. As I was saying to Qhuinn here, John's been doing my nut in about his Ahstrux Nohtrum contract. "Yeah, and we all know how annoying that kid can be," V laughed as he pulled the pansy ass blue couch close to Q's chair and opened his case.
Inside was the same tattoo gun he had been inked with first time around. As V pulled on a pair of gloves and prepped the gun with his special brand of ink Qhuinn sat in silence taking everything in.
Then with a smile Vishous gripped his jaw and went to work filling in the tear drop tattoo on his face with the homemade red ink. "This is an honour kid. Every time someone sees this they will know you're a male of worth, True. They will see it and recognise it for what it is. A job well done."
Frowning Qhuinn looked up into V's diamond coloured eyes. "A job well done. I didn't do anything. I-"
"Protected our boy until he was strong enough to defend himself. You kept him alive. You're most recent injury is testament to that. So, as I said it's a job well done." Lifting a white cloth V wiped the excess ink from Q's skin.
When Qhuinn looked up Wrath was standing before him, hand extended. "Thank you, son. For looking after mine. I will always be in your debt, and totally expect you to remain here at the manse. You're family now, and an irreplaceable asset in this war, no question about it."
A little lost for words Q reached out and clasped hands with his King, tears threatening to spill. Damn, but he'd turned into such a pussy lately. "Thank you, my lord."
"No problem kid. Now get the fuck out of here. I need to speak with Vishous about something." Nodding Qhuinn drags his shocked ass off the chair and makes his way back to his room.
Collapsing on the bed a smile spreads across his face. He was free of his commitment to John, which meant he now had more free time to spend with his male.
Damn, he couldn't wait to tell Blay.