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The house was dark when Damen came home. From the half open door of the living room he could make out Nicaise’s flashing bright eyes, fixed on him.
With a sigh, he shrugged off his coat and dropped the keys on the little plate by the door. It had a chipped corner, the swirly colored lines interrupted on the green porcelain. Laurent had bought it in a second hand store for 50 cents. He insisted it was to practice his skills at solid manipulation. As though he needed any practice with any form of magic, the liar.
Peaking into the living room through the darkness, he stared Nicaise down with a raised eyebrow. “Where is he?”
Nicaise, being a little shit, meowed back.
“Don’t meow at me. I buy your food.”
“Laurent buys my food, you barbarian,” Nicaise hissed back, offended.
Damen ignored the need to point out that Laurent bought that food with Damen’s money. It would have only pissed Nicaise further. “Remember you can be on the street whenever I want to, he said instead.
Nicaise went back to meowing at him.
Annoyed, Damen rolled his eyes and left, closing the door behind him so that Nicaise wouldn’t be able to leave the living room anytime soon. If Laurent was home, he could only be in the bedroom with how silent the house was. The lights being off was mildly concerning, but Damen made a point to turn them all on as he walked upstairs towards the bedroom. Even more concerning was the fact that they did not turn on. Either all the bulbs went out all at the same time, or someone had spelled them to stay that way.
If his steps were heavier than usual, it certainly wasn’t so that Laurent could hear him coming.
Laurent was indeed in the bedroom. And the bedroom was the only room in the house with light. Which conveniently came from the candles around the bed. The lamps in the bedroom, as in the rest of the house, didn’t work.
“Hello, lover,” said Laurent from where he was lying on his belly on the bed. Absolutely bare.
Damen shrugged off his clothes on the way to his wayward little asshole of a lover, who apparently still loved playing games. He climbed on the bed by Laurents side, laying down so his whole body touched laurents, his chest pressing against Laurent’s shoulder as he bent his head to draw his nose along the pale skin of his neck.
Laurent shivered, trying to draw closer.
Damen held him where he was, his open palm spanning the length of Laurent’s hip. “The lights are all off in the house.”
While he couldn’t see Laurent’s cheeky smile, he could definitely feel it. “But we have all the night we need here in this bedroom, sweetheart.”
Damen hummed, dropping a kiss on the shoulder closest to him. “I’ve been hearing all kinds of things about you today.”
Laurent shivered again, his pulse jumping on his neck, against Damen’s mouth. Oh, so he knew already.
Grinning, Damen climbed on top of Laurent’s back, putting as much weight on him as he knew Laurent could stand without getting hurt. Speaking against his little witch’s pulse point, he continued. “Mmhh, but you already know what I’m talking about, sweetheart, don’t you? You know you’ve done a very bad thing.”
Laurent started struggling, with a fraction of the strength Damen knew he had. People often saw the blond and incorrectly assumed his strength. But Damen knew better.
“Do you have anything to tell me?” Damen asked.
“No,” said Laurent, still pretending to struggle.
“Is that so? Nothing at all?”
“No.”
“Not even about Nikandros?” Damen asked one last time, his voice going from playful to dark.
Laurent finally stilled, breathing quietly.
“A little bird told me you did a very bad thing, sweetheart,” said Damen finally, kissing and licking the side of Laurent’s neck. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you from Nik’s mind.”
Laurent huffed, struggling again to get out of Damen’s hold.
Damen let him go, watching him intently.
Avoiding his dark eyes, Laurent set up, his pretty face twisted in a pout. “It’s something I deserved to know. It’s information I deserve to have.”
“So you stole it from Nik’s brain? Went rooting around without his permission, looking for information I shared with him?”
Laurent turned his face away. Evidently, he hadn’t been happy about Damen’s recent moodiness, and his refusal to share the reason behind it. Admittedly, Damen should have perhaps told him already about Jokaste’s recent engagement to Kastor, but he’d felt the need to deal with that particular hurt on his own first before letting Laurent tear it open like a gift to judge and be upset about. He could be vicious, especially so when insecure about something.
Reaching out, Damen grabbed Laurent’s waist and pulled him on his lap, lifting his chin up with his finger. “This is how it’s going to go, sweetheart. I am going to bend you over my lap. I am going to spank you until your ass gets all red, my handprint bright against your skin. I am going to come in you and then I am going to plug you up, so that you can sleep with my come inside of you all night. And tomorrow morning you will come with me to work, where you will apologize properly to Nikandros.”
Laurent went red, the tips of his ears turning scarlet as Damen tucked his stray blond hair behind them, rubbing his thumbs against Laurent’s cheeks. They’d been doing this for a while now, since the first time Laurent had used his powers inappropriately in front of Damen, staring at him in challenge. Even so, Laurent went as shy as the first time.
He didn’t protest as Damen guided him down into the correct position, stroking his flank and the upturned curve of his ass. Kissing the blond’s head, he whispered against his fine skin, “Count them for me, darling.”