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Glaze

Robert watches as Bryan methodically picks the glaze from his doughnut. "Next time should I just have Gustav get the glaze for you?"

Bryan rolls his eyes as he adds another flake of glaze to the growing pile. "You should give up international shipping and become a comedian. The glaze is ruined by the doughnut."

Shaking his head Robert picks up his coffee. He's had years to get used to his lover's habits and oddities but this is one that never fails to amuse him. "I have to say, I never imagined you would have a sweet tooth."

With a smirk Bryan pulls the last bit of glaze from the doughnut. "And I thought you were a robot when we first met, so I suppose we're even."

"We are." Robert takes a drink, hiding his smile as Bryan eats the doughnut. For all that he loves sweets Bryan rarely eats donuts and then, only when they're covered in glaze. "I'm sure Gretchen could make you glaze, cut out the middle man."

Finishing his doughnut Bryan pick up some of the glaze. "If this keeps up, I'll banish myself to the couch to punish you."

Robert sets his coffee down. "No need to act rashly. I'll leave your habit alone."

Bryan smiles. "I knew you would see it my way."

Crystal

A fabric wrapped package drops onto his worktable and Robert look up to find his lover standing on the other side. Bryan's armour is filthy and he looks like he's about to fall asleep. "What is it?"

Bryan wipes a smear of dirt off his cheek. "A crystal. You said you needed a new focus and I found this one."

Smiling Robert picks up the bundle. The dark silk is soft beneath his fingers and he undoes the cording. The silk falls away to reveal a crystal roughly the size of his fist. It's a pale luminescent silver with a streak that is almost blood red in colour. It flickers under his power. "It must have cost a fortune."

Bryan smirks. "It did cost quite a bit but that isn't such a problem when your lover is a rich and powerful mage."

Carefully rewrapping the crystal Robert sets it down and rounds the table. "That money is for your comfort."

Bryan removes his glove and touches Robert's cheek. "I'm fine in my bedroll in the stable. Might as well use the coin for something useful."

Robert rolls his eyes. "Knights. They never do anything that makes sense. Thank you for the crystal."

"Anytime." Bryan grimaces. "I'm going to go bathe. I'll meet you in the room once I'm clean."

Stepping back Robert smiles. "I'm almost done here."

Destination

"Do I want to know where we're going?"

Robert briefly looks away from the road. "You'll know our destination when we get there."

Bryan groans. "We're going to go see your mother aren't we."

Laughing Robert moves his hand from the gearshift to rest a hand on his lover's thigh. "You know, I'd be offended if I knew you didn't like my mother, but no, we're not going to see her."

The landscape stretches out around them, the road dipping and rising with the hills.

Bryan tilts his head back. "I'm glad we got out."

Robert squeezes his thigh. "As am I. I was in danger of telling the entire board to get out."

With a smirk Bryan taps Robert's hand. "You seem to be picking up some of my bad habits. Your family will be appalled."

"Most of them are already appalled I'm with you so we can hardly make it any worse."

Laughing Bryan stretches. "We could, but for their sake we won't. Are we there yet?"

Robert rolls his eyes as he changes gears. "I should know by now that you're worse than a two year old some days."

"I wouldn't be if you told me where we're going."

Hipster

"I hate hipsters."

Robert smiles. "There isn't much you're fond of."

Bryan smirks as they wend their way through the crowd. "I don't have much reason to like most things but hipsters are the worst. Old hipsters are a plague upon humanity."

Bryan's words draw glares and Robert rolls his eyes. He hasn't been offended by his lover for years and now he has a low tolerance for people who are easily offended. "I'm not sure I want to actually know, but you've piqued my curiosity."

Edging close enough for their arms to brush Bryan smiles. "Because old hipsters don't want to age so they keep holding on to the present and what's new even though they look like idiots while trying to stay on top of it."

Robert has to fight the urge to laugh as several people who appear to be older hipsters glare at them. "Making friends, as always."

Bryan glares at the men, smirking when they turn away. "The truth hurts." He touches his hand to the small of his lover's back. "I think I'm getting hipster hives."

"Then we should go. I would have for anything to happen that might put you in a worse mood."

Arm around his lover's shoulders Bryan smiles at the men glaring at him again. "I'm not sure where I get such a terrible reputation."

Blasphemy

"This is blasphemy. No Jurgen heir will be with a man."

Robert doesn't flinch in the face of his father's anger. He and his father don't see eye to eye on many things and this will be another one. "This heir will. No matter what you say, I won't compromise my relationship with Bryan."

Ehren glares at his son. "I hope you know what this will do to the family."

"There will be an uproar but it will die down. Bryan and I won't be the end of Jurgen Enterprises."

Mouth pressed into a thin line Ehren points at the study door. "Out."

Bryan pushes off the wall as Robert comes out. "Blasphemy, really? That's a weak defense."

Robert smiles. "MY father often falls back on his religion when he doesn't have anything else to blame it on."

With a smirk Bryan drapes an arm over his lover's shoulders and draws him closer. "I've never been involved in blasphemy before."

Laughing Robert elbows Bryan. "You seem to enjoy that thought far too much."

"I have to get some enjoyment out of this situation."

They break apart as they reach the top of the stairs and Robert turns to look at his lover. "At least this hasn't been a terrible disaster."

Bryan kisses him. "We could always make it one."

Transgression

Robert stares at out the windows, the city a gleaming map below. "The transgression is a serious one."

Bryan ruffles his wings before settling them against his back. "Yes, but is it serious enough to justify getting the Council involved?"

Turning to look at his mate Robert shrugs, his wings rustling with the movement. "As a Hunter, I don't believe so, but as the head of the clan, I must do what is best for them."

Fingers rubbing at the clan marking on his face Bryan closes his eyes. "The clan has ever been the first to deal with such transgressions and so it should stay."

"I agree Bryan, though it will bring the ire of the Council upon us."

Bryan smirks. "You're the Gryphon Prince and their premier Hunter. They'll only stay mad at you, and me by extension for the next six decades or so."

Robert laughs and steps into his lover, fingers brushing down pale feathers. "As always, you strive to make bad situations better."

Cupping Robert's face Bryan leans down to kiss him, wings arching around them. "I do what I can. Come, to the bedroom and we'll worry about our clan's transgression tomorrow."

A shiver runs through Robert's body as Bryan touches his wing. "A sound decision."

Pariah

"He's a pariah Robert."

Robert looks at Johnny. "Through no fault of his own. His family was dragged down and he was pulled with them. Bryan was once one of us."

Enrique glances to where Bryan is sitting under a tree, his clothing worn but clean. "You can't be thinking what I know you want to do."

Oliver sighs. "Robert."

"Despite what the three of you think, I don't help every stray I come across, but this is a very different case."

Johnny leans back in his chair. "I just hope this doesn't come back to bite you in the ass."

Robert stands. "Your faith in me is awe-inspiring. I'll be right back."

He crosses the street to the small park and steps into the shade of the three.

"Jurgen."

Robert looks down at the other man. He's big and powerfully built and he hates the loss of such potential. "Bryan."

Bryan smirks. "You're going to tarnish your reputation, speaking to a pariah."

Kneeling Robert touches Bryan's shoulder, ignoring the shock in pale eyes. "I have a feeling I'm going to make my reputation worse. Come back to my home." He pushes down as Bryan starts at his words. "I don't want anything from you but for you to eat, bathe and have new clothing. I expect nothing in return."

Bryan stares at him for a long moment before nodding.