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Scourge

"That woman is a scourge."

Bryan shrugs out of his jacket, smiling as he watches his lover do the same. His lover is out of sorts, body tight with anger. "That's hardly a nice thing to say about your grandmother."

Robert rounds on his lover. "Do not side with her. I can't deal with the both of you."

Grinning Bryan reaches out and draws his lover close. "I can't help that she likes me."

"That battle axe only likes the way you look. Your personality didn't endear her to you. I can't imagine the trouble she's going to cause." Robert leans into Bryan. "She gets bored in her old age and starts fires for attention."

Bryan smiles and kisses the older man. "Don't react and she'll realize it won't get her anything. And I can always spend time with her."

Robert rolls his eyes. "Gods forbid. No, I'll just leave the scourge to stew in her boredom and deviousness. She deserves it for what she did to my parents, would do to me."

Bryan touches his cheek. "Whatever you want."

Robert stretches up to kiss him. "You allow me far too much."

Resting a hand on Robert's hip Bryan smirks. "I only let you think you get away with too much."

Camisole

The sound of the door opening draws Robert's attention and he looks up from the file. "I was expecting yo-oh."

Bryan strides into the office. "Don't say it."

Robert looks at his lover. "I'm not sure I can find the words." A black camisole clings to his lover's torso like a second skin, making his skin look even paler. It isn't quite long enough and there's a pale strip of skin between camisole and pants.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair Bryan groans. "I'm going to kill someone."

Words seem beyond him still and Robert can't help but look, because this is something he knows he'll never see again.

As if sensing his thoughts Bryan smirks and saunters towards the desk. "Well, I never thought this would get you going. And I didn't even plan this."

Robert stands. "I'm surprised they found one that fit you."

Bryan's smirk morphs into a leer and he rounds the desk. He picks up Robert's hand and presses it to his side. "It took a while and I couldn't wander around half dressed."

Robert slides his hand up dark silk. "No, that would have been unacceptable."

Smirking Bryan sits on the desk and draws the other man to stand between his legs. "I appreciate the thought, but I'm taking the camisole off."

"If you must." Robert leans in, hand sliding under the camisole.

Unnecessary

"I believe that amount of violence is a little unnecessary."

Bryan looks up as he keeps a knee in the small of the back of the man who just attacked them. "Even though he came at you with a knife?"

Robert shrugs. "Breaking his arm yes, subduing him, not so much."

Shifting to press his knees down harder Bryan smirks. "A concussion doesn't teach these people anything. Breaking bones works so much better."

The man under him squirms and Bryan twists his hand harder, causing him to yelp. "Don't even think about trying to get away or I'll break the other one."

He subsides and Bryan looks back up at Robert. "Are we going to have a problem with the way I choose to do this?"

Robert pinches the bridge of his nose. "I suppose not, as I enlisted you to provide protection."

Standing Bryan places his foot on the man's broken arm. "Good, because I'd really hate to have to find a new job. Not everyone is understanding about my attitude."

"I have no idea why that might be." Robert looks at Bryan. "Kindly keep unnecessary amounts of violence to a minimum. I do have a reputation to maintain."

Bryan's smirk widens. "I'll try, but I might have already done some damage."

Dysgenic

The papers in Robert's hand are crumpled and Bryan doesn't move. He's known this day was coming but he thought he was going to have more time.

"Something you forgot to tell me?"

Bryan doesn't have to see the papers to know what his lover is talking about. "No. I have a defective heart, Biovolt dealt with it and now I have to have it fixed again. It isn't anything to worry about."

Eyes narrowed Robert steps forward, tapping the papers against the other man's chest. "And you didn't think it was important to let me know you had a dysgenic heart?"

"It's a minor matter and you've had enough stress without me adding this on." He cups Robert's face. "Minor surgery. I haven't even scheduled a date."

Robert glares at his lover but doesn't move away. "And you won't unless I'm involved. Your promise it isn't serious."

Bryan kisses him. "A minor structural defect. Biovolt's fix is breaking down. Three days in the hospital and I'll be home."

Stepping back Robert pushes the paper into Bryan's hand. "I'm still mad but I shall let it slide. Call the doctor tomorrow. I would rather your health was without issue."

Bryan smiles. "I'm not going to keel over, I promise."

Flambé

"We could do flambé. Bryan, what do you think?"

Bryan looks up from his work to find Tanja and Robert looking at him. His lover looks bemused and Tanja seems to be waiting with bated breath. "What?"

Robert laughs. "Your work that interesting? Mother wants to light food on fire to entertain our guests."

Setting the pile of papers back into the folder Bryan smirks. "I like fire."

"I would expect that more from Kai than you." Robert looks at his mother. "I suppose you have your answer."

Tanja smiles. "I'll call the caterers and stat getting the rest of the even planning going. Robert, Bryan, I'll call you later."

Robert waits until his mother is out of the room before turning to his lover. "You should have said no."

Bryan stretches out until his feet rest against Robert's shoes. "Why?"

"Because she's been trying to do flambé for an event like this and I keep saying no. Until now."

Rolling his eyes Bryan taps Robert's foot. Which is something you should have told me, since I'm not psychic."

"Would that you were and maybe I wouldn't have to worry about the hotel burning down." Robert leans back in his chair. "I have a feeling this is going to end badly."

Bryan smirks. "Flaming food. What could go wrong?"

Examiner

A hand trails down the scars on his back and Bryan flinches away.

"I said not to move."

Bryan spins to glare at the examiner, smirking when the man draws back. "I told you not to touch me."

The examiner raises his stick. "You won't speak in that way to me thrall."

"And if you touch him again, I'll have you exiled from the city."

Bryan watches as the noble who spoke approaches. Everyone in the city knows the Jurgen family and in particular, the heir, Robert who treats all thralls with respect.

Robert steps up to the dais. "He's mine. Speak to my accountant."

The examiner nods and steps aside.

Watching as the noble climbs to his level Bryan shifts. There's something about the man that calls to him.

Robert steps close. "I know this isn't the answer, but as my personal thrall you'll never have to worry about being pawed at like a belonging."

A cool hand touches a scar on his side. "And no more scars."

Bryan doesn't move as the hand drags the long line. "And if I want to be pawed?"

A faint smile touches Robert's lips. "We'll discuss that at a later date, after you've had a bath and have more skin on your bones."

Bryan smirks at the examiner as he trails after Robert.

Breasts

"Do you miss breasts?"

Robert pauses the movement of his fingers up and down his lover's back. Bryan is sprawled next to him, face half buried in the pillow, eyes closed. With the last zephyrs of pleasure skimming through his body and the taste of his lover still on his tongue he can't imagine why Bryan would ask such a question. "Dare I ask what brought this on?"

Bryan grins. "Curiosity. You never slept with a man until me and I assume there are parts of women you miss."

Fingers pressing into heavy muscle Robert laughs. "I should be used to this by now. Some days I do, having a soft body in my bed, but I've become accustomed to waking up to your hard angles." He shifts and leans down to press a kiss to the nape of Bryan's neck.

Dragging his fingers lower he rubs at the entrance to Bryan's body. "Your smell, the feel of your cock in my hand, in me."

Bryan presses back into the touch, one hand fisting at the sheets. "Fuck."

Robert nips at the smooth skin of his lover's shoulder. "Eventually. Some days I might miss them, but I'd rather have you."

Turning Bryan drags Robert down on top of him, catching his mouth in a brutal kiss. "Enough about those. Grab the lube."

Robert laughs against Bryan's mouth as he reaches for the tube in the bedside table.