A/N: I was going to work on the long chapter but it was taking forever and I'm having a little trouble with it. Like, I'm not even halfway through. So have this one instead, it's supposed to be out after another two chapters but whatever. It's part of the main story btw.

Chapter 11: He didn't have a drinking game with this one

Rowan was naked, sprawled out on the largest, most luxurious bed he'd ever seen.

It was soft, the sheets laced with gold and silver, the white frame adorned with gems. It was in the middle of a room so large he couldn't see the other ends. And it was dark, the bed lit by glowing lamps hanging from the wooden posts.

He was alone in the room aside from the man who climbed onto the mattress and over him

Rowan laughed and pulled his latest partner down onto himself, losing himself in soft kisses and gentle caresses.

"You're quite lovely tonight, my dear," his lover murmured in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Rowan pulled back, giving him a mock pout, "Aren't I lovely every night, my love?"

The man chuckled, diving down to nibble and suck at his neck.

"Of course you are," he crooned in between kisses, "You're just particularly lovely... tonight."

Rowan smiled dreamily, feeling pleasantly sleepy as he sought out the other's lips and delved into them.

That was when he noticed a mist in the room.

"What's that?" He asked distractedly, frowning as he tried to make sense of why it felt so misplaced.

The man with dark hair turned to look at it and for a split second his face shifted, turning dark.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said cheerfully as he turned back to face Rowan, "It's just smoke, from the incense."

Rowan narrowed his eyes at him, his hands still on his shoulders.

"Is something wrong, sweet thing?"

The suspicious look melted off Rowan's face as he smiled dazedly, "Nothing, my love."

The man smiled back, peppering his neck with more kisses.

The smoke drifted towards them and Rowan shivered as a chill struck his bones.

"Have I told you what an alluring little thing you are?" The man said, his smooth voice reverberating strangely in the room.

"Hm?" Rowan's face contorted into a frown, finding something stiff in his partner's dark hair.

"What an alluring, interesting little mortal," his voice echoed through the room, as if there were three of him speaking at the same time.

"What..." Rowan gasped, finally looking and seeing horns on his head.

"Mortal," the creature in place of his handsome lover backed up and smiled at him with a dark grin.

Rowan stared at him in horror as clarity returned to his features, "What- What on earth are you!"

The demon stroked Rowan's cheek with the back of his hand and the fear instantly dissipated, leaving him a dull, confused shell of a man.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked with a wide grin.

"I..." Rowan muttered, closing his eyes, "Nothing..."

"I see that you're nervous, love." He gave a look of concern as he offered, "Would you like a drink to settle your nerves?"

A lazy smile spread over Rowan's face as he opened his eyes, "Yes, of course."

A bottle of wine materialized out of nowhere.

Rowan felt like he should be alarmed by that. But there was probably no point in it, his partner didn't seem to notice anything wrong, maybe it's just magic; he seemed good with that.

Rowan drank the wine that was offered, his lover holding the bottle as he sipped from it.

"You're such a treasure, little mortal," he said as he withdrew the bottle of wine.

Rowan smiled at him, closing his eyes, "You really think so?"

"I know so, my love," the demon said, "My... Romaeus."

Rowan opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a glade, lying on his front with his face half-buried in a patch of damp grass.

Lying across from him were a few empty bottles of wine.

He squinted his eyes shut, groaning as he felt how dry his throat was and he mouth tasted awful, like something had crawled into it and died, before moving down to his stomach and wreaking havoc in its depths.

Rowan clambered onto his arms and retched, throwing up a load of liquid that stink and soured his throat.

He groaned and collapsed onto his back, away from the disgusting puddle and wishing that he could get some water.

He got up after a few minutes of lying there trying to will the pounding away.

Rowan frowned as he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here.

He eyed the bottles and couldn't remember when he'd drank them.

He also felt like he'd a terrible dream.

But he couldn't remember it.

Rowan did find a little note in one of his pouches.

We shall meet again, Rowan

- Sam