I can’t remember what my plan was with this other than they are obviously gonna bang. Have some Lamen Angst to start your day off right!
Damen stalked through the halls from the arena to his rooms. His feet slapped loudly on the stone floors and men sidled past him when they caught a glimpse of his stormy expression. He was in no mood to be approached and had every intention of making that clear.
With the door to his chambers in sight, his shoulders relaxed minutely. Damen dismissed his paige and informed the guard at his door he was not to be disturbed. Minutes later, as he was cleansing the sweat from his skin, the door swung open.
“I said I am not to be disturbed”. His shout echoed through the room.
Laurent simply gazed back at him, face clouded in disinterested boredom. The blond advanced, crossing the room to where Damen bathed and met his stare.
“I am not in the mood for your games. Not now.”
“And I am not in the mood for your attitude. Attend me.” Laurent thrust his wrist toward Damen, palm upturned and waited for him to begin on the laces. The Akielon stared back, unimpressed. The two men watched each other, both of them waiting for the opposition to break. Damen was ready to argue, itching for a fight, when the blond spoke.
“We aren’t going to get very far with our clothes on. The sooner you undress me, the faster you will get inside me.”
Damen’s eyes widened in shock. He simply stared at Laurent, utterly confused.
“What game is this?” The words were barely louder than a whisper, Damen’s throat suddenly dry.
“No games. Not now. You are too wound up and clearly that display in the arena did nothing to sooth your anger.”
“That is not-” Damen broke off with a sigh and began to pace the room, his nudity completely forgotten. “I’m not going to fuck you as relief from my problems and I know you better than to think you would allow it. Leave me, I will manage without you.”
“Just fuck me you stupid oaf. I know it’s what you want.” Laurent began to pick furiously at the laces his fingers scrambling angrily at the small ties. The skin of his neck was blotchy, not an uncommon sight when he was angry or upset, and his hands shook slightly. Damen closed the distance between them and grasped the blond’s wrists.
“What has you so flustered?” Damen realized after he spoke just how close they were. Laurent could surely feel the heat radiating off of Damen’s larger frame.
“Tell me the truth! For once in your life, stop playing games and tell me what you want, damn it!”
Damen dropped Laurent’s hands and took a step back. By now, the smaller man’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide with something Damen couldn’t place. Fear?
“Is that what you wanted to hear? Hmm? I miss you and I wish with all of my being that I could forget you. You have this way of just, just existing and it drives me mad!”
Damen lost all sense of control and pulled Laurent close, sealing their lips in a kiss.
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