Aftermath

I was like. YES! But someone's an uptight little... grar. The comment about dimming the lights makes me think of Beginnings actually...

The last bit actually took thought and me trying to get that out properly. When I say it takes actual thought, I mean it took more than normal. I can write all kinds of nasty, I can toss innuendo in during any and all chapters if I wanted to. Goodness knows Una and Vera almost always manage to talk in inuendos but suddenly I'm struggling.

Gah!

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By the time Tah and Durth caught up with the servant, and thus Raya, the Cousin was neck deep in pink water and the servant was ready to leave. So much was his urgency that he snapped out that he would send someone else in and fled. Tah dropped the woman by the bed and growled at her to stay. Durth glanced about the bedroom.

A huge bed, large enough for four people at the very least, atop a metal bed frame. One blanket and lots of pillows. A well constructed table on either side of the bed made of wood with a lamp atop of each, both lit and both with coloured glass shades atop them. Carpets underfoot, even Past hadn’t had carpets in his home, and shelves lining the walls, filled with the odds and ends, artefacts that had survived the crash of the world.

“These are the inner rooms,” Tah muttered out the corner of her mouth, “we tenuously have the rank of Brother, one false move, given that he has not fulfilled all of the requirements, and we are as good as dead.”

“He never even told me-”

“Why would he tell you? He’s not your friend, Durth, he is your lord and master, your Cousin. He doesn’t have to tell you where we are going or what he plans to do.”

“I. Was told Brothers require-”

“The sword of Father is a special position amongst the brothers. Like the alpha male of a pack, the strongest warrior takes it. If you had killed Maktar, you would take his position. He’s coming.”

“Who,” Durth spotted Raya coming out of the bathing room and quieted immediately.

Raya looked over the room and turned his attention to Durth immediately. The Cousin stalked across the bedroom, lip turning up in a grin as a hand wrapped around the back of Durth’s neck. Raya drew dangerously close to Durth, so close that Durth could feel the heat coming off of the other man. Could smell the scent of soap and a freshly washed body.

“I want you.”

Not in a… “I’m not interested,” Durth said after a long moment of silence, as he remembered that in the inner rooms he could speak his mind.

Even if Tah gave him a look like he was obviously out of his mind. Tah adjusted the babe from one hip to the other and made a sound, drawing Raya’s attention.

“Myself and the other woman are both available to you.”

“No. I want him,” Raya pointed at Durth, then turned his attention to the older man, “blond hair and those eyes. Turn down the lights and it would be a good time.”

What the hell did anything have to do with…his hair made him up for. That was just. Durth huffed out his breath, not certain if he should be insulted, annoyed or pissed off. So he had blond hair, so did Raya, what the hell did that…

Raya kissed him, lips pressed against his and a tongue darted into his mouth. Durth felt a mild shudder down his spine, but he wasn’t interested in Raya in any way, no how, no possibility. A hand roamed down his back and cusped his ass. Maybe if there was some sort of attraction between them, any kind of attraction. A mild spark even.

Durth made a sound at the back of his throat, wanting to stop this immediately. Raya’s fingers dug into his ass as the man took hold of Durth’s bottom lip with his teeth. That tongue that had been playing in his mouth a moment before grazed over his lip.

He made another sound at the back of his throat as his body began to react, “Rrr-”

Was all he got out before Raya’s lips pressed against his again. This time though, Durth felt the tension in Raya’s muscles as the man pulled away from him and growled.

“Woman,” he snarled at the one by the bed, “in the bathing room.”

She moved to comply, snapping the door shut behind her.

“Tah.”

“Mm, Raya?”

“When that gods damned servant finally decides to rejoin the world of the living, please ask him to inform Father that I will be a little later than I expected.”

“Alright.”

“And when I’m through with her. Start her training immediately. I won’t have a woman of mine being disobedient.” Raya left for the bathing room, pausing just at the doorway, “oh, and Durth, that is an open invitation. One I hope you will be clever enough to take.”

Durth waited until the door closed before he made a strangled sound, “smart enough to take?”

“He is very good in bed,” Tah murmured, “not to advance yourself, but for the pleasure of it, a smart man would sleep with him. But at the very least, it is still up to you whether you do. Don’t you ever say no to him when he’s like that. I could survive from that but you? You’ve no idea who or what you are playing with…” Tah went a funny colour as the bathroom door opened up behind her.

Raya came out, tying the little lace of his pants back up, “no. Don’t actually like her. Sell her off to someone.”

“I will survey the area and perhaps sell her and her sister as a pair.”

“Sister?”

“She has a twin sister, both were property of Maktar and thus are property of you as per the laws of the sword that state when-”

“When the sword dies at the hand of the new sword all property is given over to the sword, I recall, Tah. Don’t worry your gorgeous little head about me keeping the position.”

“It is not you I worry for.” Tah looked pointedly at her daughter.

Raya bent and kissed Shirn’s forehead, “It is not simply for you two beautiful women that I must succeed.”

“Father has beckoned,” Durth said, exasperated, “you’ve said before-”

“I know he’s beckoned, I recall now,” Raya muttered, shooting Durth a look, “I like that, do reminders like that again. Appointments and the such, I will permit you to speak in public about such things.”

“Marvellous,” Durth growled back at Raya, “yet another thing I have to do.”

“Along with lacing yourself up, carrying my baggage, learning to handle a pen and polishing my sword.”

All of which sounded strangely like innuendo.

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