Sparks fly as the Baron of Gowrie and the Marquis de Mazan cross paths in the countryside of France.

Vanitas and Dominique have some fun while on leave from their respective duties.

On his way out of prison, Athanase stumbles across a child.

Because he is an accredited adult, with multiple degrees under his belt, August does not haul him over his lap and lay into his posterior the way that the ass before him deserves. "I was fucking you," he says calmly. "Which, knowing you, is exactly what you came here for. Need I remind you that you do not work in this building, professor de Sade."

A chance encounter leads to a night of pleasure for two tired warriors. Crossover with King's Raid. (Roland/Nexaris)

Good grades take effort. (Louis de Sade/Astolfo)

"I like them, yet no matter what I do, I cannot seem to keep them alive."

The issue is the bed.

The issue is that they're both bottoms.

"Shh, shhh," August whispers, hands stroking up and down the trembling back, wishing desperately that he could feel something other than cotton under his skin, but that is neither in the here or there. The head tucked against his shoulder whines, breath hitching as he draws in shaky breath after shaky breath.

"I don't have a fiancé," the prince says primly, turning his nose up. "Ah, that explains everything," Astolfo responds, tone just shy of condescending, and does nothing to refrain his smirk.

"Fancy meeting you here, love." "You really don't change, do you, de Sade?"

The figure to his left, drooping like a wilted leaf is not so polite. Vanitas emits the aura of a biter resentful sleep-deprived teenager forced to attend an 8 AM church service without even the company of his boyfriend, or as Noé likes to call him, the human incarnation of a cat.

Someone gifts Astolfo shorts with the strange words "no admittance except on party business" embroidering across the back, naturally he decides to wear them. Louis accommodates him.

Louis laughs when he's finished, kneeling on the ground, his head resting on Vanitas' knee, the sound drifts out into open air. It's surprisingly joyful, a rarity for the notoriously cynical Louis de Sade and the sound of it has a creature stirring to life in the pits of Vanitas' stomach. Refusing to dislodge itself no matter how much he beats at it with a broomstick. Instead, it s

Two old wizards chat over an equally old game.

Recueil d'OS. OS 2 : Il est des gens qu'on aime autant qu'ils nous insupportent.

"You have a caller," the inn mistress says, and her eyebrows furrow in a manner that has Roland automatically patting his head in a bid to flatten his hair. Her expression only worsens as her eyes sweep over his body, and Roland squirms, uncomfortably aware that he's underdressed, even for an evening spent inside. However, his shirt is clean and more importantly warm, so he straigh

"One of these days, I'm going to let you get your fool head shot off by a crossbow," Athanase replies, some of that blankness bleeding out of his face. "I assure you; the pleasure is not returned." "If you say so," August replies and the smile that spreads across his face is only partially feigned. Athanase is a grounding weight above him, steady and real in ways that the misty f

"Well well, what have we here." Tone as dry as chalk dust but his voice, oh, Athanase thinks, this was a mistake. Just one comment and his insides are already transforming into butterflies. Danaus plexippus, the kind that deposits a dusting of lethality on everything that it touches, and leaves him feeling as if he's about to throw up. Has him regretting every drop of alcohol that

Thursdays are always fun.

"Saint mother of God," Roland exclaims - far too loudly - and drags his hands through his hair, peering through his fingers.

They don't do it on Tuesday evenings anymore.

9 AM classes are rough on anyone, but they can be especially trying when your boyfriend won't stop texting you horny messages.

After a long day of politicking, Olivier just wants to relax. Luckily, Roland is more than willing to accommodate him.