“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aedrian slammed Sethalor onto the stone wall, his normally composed face a mask of frustration.
“Fuck off.” Sethalor shoved at him, carefully enunciating the words for maximum effect. When that didn’t work, he slugged Aedrian in the stomach, grabbing power with the other hand and sending just a touch of electricity through the palm resting on Aedrian’s chest.
Aedrian staggered back, his eyes going molten silver with fury. “What in the eighteen hells?”
Sethalor held up a hand, “Just fuck off, alright? Just leave me alone.”
Aedrian’s mouth tightened, “The hell I will, Seth. You’ve been taking too many chances lately. You *know* it isn’t safe for you to leave the palace alone, much less to go out drinking and whoring in this part of town. What’s gotten into you?”
Sethalor tilted his head slightly, a dangerous gleam appearing in his eyes, the green giving way to burnished gold. “Can’t a man get some solace somewhere without having to endure this infernal nagging? God, one would think you were an old woman.”
He pushed off the wall and stepped towards Aedrian, his movements loose from the alcohol, eyes over bright.
Only a whisper of power in the air signaled that Aedrian’s patience was at an end. He surged forward and pinned Sethalor to the wall again, his face inches away from his as he growled out between his teeth, “You, my lord, are heading for perilous waters. I suggest that you shut your mouth and allow me to bring you back to the palace to sleep this off before you force me into doing something we’d both regret in the morning.”
Sethalor pressed his hands against Aedrian’s chest and pulled more power.
Aedrian merely shrugged it off. “That won’t work on me now that you’ve really riled me up, Seth darlin’. Now, will you come back with me, or do I need to persuade you a bit more?”
Sethalor bared his teeth in a savage grin, jerked his knee up between Aedrian’s legs, and took advantage of Aedrian’s resulting distraction to grab him by the shoulders and pivot to pin him to the wall.
“What the hell, Sethalor?” Aedrian tensed to react, then relaxed as Sethalor’s knee pressed a little closer to his balls.
Sethalor leaned in closer, the sweetness of meizi liquor on his breath. “Aedrian. I’ll say this one more time. Fuck off and leave me alone. Stop trying to interfere in my business as it’s really none of yours.”
Aedrian’s eyes flared wide with wounded fury, but Sethalor only shifted his hand to lay a finger against his lips, murmuring against his ear, “Unless, of course, you want to play the part of loyal guard to the hilt and personally make sure that I get my balls off somewhere safe.”
Aedrian’s eyes narrowed briefly but he remained silent, a tangle of emotions whirling in his eyes.
Sethalor relaxed his grip, shifting away, confident he had made his point.
Aedrian brought up his hand between them, gripped the front of Sethalor’s robe and brought his mouth to his in a bruising kiss.
Sethalor’s mouth fell open in surprise and Aedrian pressed his advantage, melding their mouths in a sensual rendition of their previous conflict. Sethalor moaned softly and closed his eyes, grinding his cock onto the hard line of Aedrian’s thigh.
Aedrian finished the kiss with a punishing nip to Sethalor’s lower lip. He leaned back in to lick at the trickle of blood and smiled against his lips, “Anytime, darlin’.” He brought up his hand and struck precisely at the back of his neck, catching Sethalor’s weight as he slumped fowards.
“Anytime you get your mind in order, that is.”
He bent his knees slightly to sling Sethalor over his shoulder and walked off in the direction of the palace.