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Chloe/Nadine/Sam + undercover (words: 587)

“I can’t believe we don’t have a plan!” Sam hissed and tugged at his tie, a nervous gesture that he immediately tried to smooth out so as to not draw attention to their little trio. They were walking towards the front doors of an auction house, which Sam would have preferred to enter from the back. Just like last time. No doubt Nadine, who was in the lead, would have been able to ‘schmooze’ her way in there like Victor had done. At least him and Nathan had had a plan, even if Sam hadn’t trusted Victor at the time.

Chloe’s face looked unsure as well, hiding it underneath her typical self-assured grin, while Nadine just looked like her confident self. If Sam hadn’t been faced with the proof he wouldn’t have thought Nadine was one for high-heels, despite Nathan having told him all about the fistfight they had.

“Relax, Sam, I have a plan,” Nadine told him without looking back at him, making him scoot closer to her side so he could understand her.

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Chloe/Sam + Injury

„Just hold still,“ Chloe chided when Sam flinched away from the touch of the rag she was holding. If he had been holding still, she would have cleaned the bruises and cuts on his face, courtesy of Asav and his goons. When they had agreed on Sam distracting Asav, she hadn‘t meant for him to get hurt. She wasn‘t going to make the mistake of underestimating her opponent again, she thought grimly.

„Ow, careful,“ Sam complained as the rag dragged over a particularly nasty bruise.

„Sorry,“ Chloe said with a light laugh. Sometimes he could be a baby, even though he had been so reassuring when they had reunited, both in the hands on Asav. „Thank you,“ she added and was met with a confused look. She dabbed at another bruise, buying time as she put a plaster over a cut on his cheek. Despite herself her fingers lingered. They were sitting very close together, she suddenly realized.

„What for?“ he asked. This time he didn‘t flinch when she cleaned a cut on his throat. After herself, he had been the most injured on the search for the tusk, despite not even seeing the really impressive areas. At least not at a leisure.

„For distracting Asav for me.“ She smiled at him and a corner of his mouth tugged upwards. Then, on a whim, she leaned forward and laid her lips over the plaster.

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Nate & Sam & Sully + Drugs

„Oh damn, kiddo,“ Sully said, while beside him Nathan drew in a sharp breath. Both of them were looking down at Sam, who was lying unconscious on the ground of some dirty bathroom in some equally dirty night club.  At least Sully hoped he was only unconscious. It was hard to tell with how slumped over he was. He wasted no time and knelt down beside Sam‘s too still form. Nathan let out another strangled noise. Years of lived experience made the horror easy to recognize, the worst kind of horror that made you freeze and made any further move impossible. During their time together, where they had all been injured plenty of times while digging through some ruin or other, Sully had never seen Nathan not run to his brother‘s side.  But he had to wait.  Sully pressed two fingers against the side of Sam‘s neck and sighed in relief when he found a pulse, albeit weaker than he would have liked. Whoever had loaded him up with drugs had been thorough.  „Help me, Nate. We have to get him to a hospital,“ Sully said, making his voice sharp to cut through the daze that Nathan was in. A blink and a gasp, and Nathan knelt down on Sam‘s other side, hooking Sam‘s arm over his shoulder while Sully did the same with Sam‘s other arm and together they hauled him too his feet.

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Nate/Sam + “Do you have a piercing?”

Nathan stared. It was rather rude, he had to admit, but he just hadn’t expected the sight to greet him when he had opened the door.

”Do you mind?” Sam said, shirt held in front of him. Of course Nathan had seen them on the plane, when he and Sam had changed out of their wet clothes. But it still caught him of guard now, back in his own home. His brother looked so different. In the time that Nathan secretly only thought of as ’Before’, Sam had been young, only in his late twenties. Unblemished except for some tiny scars. Now more than one tattoo graced his skin and only the birds on his neck had Nathan been able to inspect up close. For the rest they hadn’t managed to undress enough, or at all. In fact they had only stolen a few kisses.

”No I don’t mind,” Nathan said and stepped closer, grinning when Sam turned his eyes towards the ceiling and shook his head. When he moved to put his shirt back on, Nathan stopped him.

”Can I?” Nathan asked at Sam’s confused expression and waved a palm towards the tattoos. Sam followed his gaze and then raised his shoulders.

”Oh yeah, sure.” He dropped the shirt onto the bed and spread out his arms, grinning. ”Look your fill. You can even touch,” he said with a wink.

Nathan let out a laugh. His fingers touched Sam’s skin, over the star-shaped tattoo on his chest. ”Kind of middle-school, huh?” he teased.

”Hey,” Sam said and managed to sound a little hurt, ”I had to start somewhere, didn’t I?”

Nathan shook his head without replying and let his fingers roam over the hair on Sam’s chest, smiling to himself when he passed over a nipple and made it pebble. Then he moved around Sam, not letting his hand leave Sam’s skin, and came to the one on his arm. ”You really have been lucky,” Nathan mused. It had never been a word he applied to himself, but being shot and dropped more than two stories down through a roof  made the word fitting, he guessed. He just wished he had known sooner about Sam’s survival.

”Hey, what’s up with the long face?” Sam said and Nathan only shook his head again, leaning into the touch when Sam raised his arm and carded his fingers through his hair. Figured that his brother would be a gambler, Nathan thought when he stroked his hand over the cards on Sam’s arm.

”So, Sam,” Nathan began and couldn’t help the leer spreading over his face, ”do you have any piercings, too?“

One of Sam’s brows shot upwards. Then he took a step back and gestured to himself. ”Come look for yourself.”

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Nadine/Sam + forced proximity/locked in a closet

”I hate this,“ Nadine hissed into the darkness. ”And you stink,“ she added after a moment. It was a bit of a lie. A big lie, because he was wearing a pleasant smelling cologne, but the way he was standing so close was a problem. Her face was pressed against his chest. At least her words had the effect that he was scooting away a little. Or tried to.

”Sorry,“ he muttered and tried to discreetly smell himself, which was impossible with the size of the closet they were hiding in. „I‘m not a fan of this either,“ he told her. Nadine opened her mouth to reply and snapped it shut again when footsteps came closer and stopped in front of their door. Sam‘s chest stopped moving against her and Nadine, too, found herself holding her breath. Mesmerized, they watched the handle move down. The door rocked a little when the guard on the other side tried to open it. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately for the guard who was no doubt going to be in trouble come tomorrow, Sam had snatched the keys and, before the night guard could have come upon them and the artifact they had stolen, locked them in the closet. Nadine really wished they could have hid somewhere else, somewhere where it was possible to put a little more distance between them.

Right now there was not even an inch between them. To say it was distracting was an understatement and not for the first time Nadine cursed Chloe who had told her to go with Sam and help him with his trip into the museum. If Nadine remembered correctly, Chloe had called this a team building measure.

Sam shifted against her and she felt his nose brush the top of her head.

”Sorry,” he muttered again, but his hands were on her sides and she almost didn’t dare to raise her head for the inevitable that made her heart race in anticipation.

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Chloe/Nate/Sam + Fury

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“You bastard!” Chloe spat out as she was forced to watch another punch connect with Sam’s face. Across the room, Nathan lay unconcious, trapped underneath a collapsed structure. Fear and fury fought for dominance in her chest. Not for the first time her fingers itch for her gun, but she had spend her last bullet on one of the guardians protecting this place. The same guardians that were outside this room right now while they were trapped inside of it. “Let go of him!” Chloe’s gaze dropped to a space on the floor just as the man, another treasure hunter just like them, let Sam drop down. Quickly, she jumped forward. The inscriptions on the wall had been helpful and she had done her best to step carefully. Now she knew what to do and as her feet stepped right where the script had said she shouldn’t, she watched the spikes shoot out and impale the stranger.

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Nadine/Sam | Flayed

„You have a lot of enemies, huh?“

It was a wonder, Nadine thought, that Sam could still talk so well, considering his current state. Of course it had come out slow against the pain, but distinct. She and Chloe were on either side of him, holding him up and doing their best not to touch his back. Even though, Sam hissed at each step. They were pressed against his side and it had to hurt even worse. Blood was seeping through his clothes, in the places where they weren‘t torn from the strikes of the whip that had flayed open his back and parts of his sides.

„I do,“ Nadine said in a clipped tone, angry at herself that she agreed to him being bait again. It had been her mess this time; she should have been in his place. The strikes had been meant for her. Instead Sam had felt the full brunt of her enemy‘s wrath. An apology was on the tip of her tongue, not just for this, but for being an ass on their last adventure, too. Seeing him like this made her want to apologize for everything.

Sam shrugged, or tried to before his legs nearly collapsed under him and it took all of Chloe and Nadine‘s strength combined to keep his sudden dead weight upright. Which made Nadine want to punch him. He had to be careful. His wounds were awful enough. She felt bad for the thought.

„Careful,“ she warned him and Chloe threw her a warning look, mistaking her tone for anger instead of worry. Nadine swallowed down the words on the tip of her tongue.

„Didn‘t know you cared.“ Sam‘s voice was slurring, which was never a good sign.

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I'm going to need to know more about Sam's 'ass virginity' for... scientific reasons.

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@somethingyesterday: Nate/Sam +  You say you don‘t want to, but I know you‘re lying

„You say you don‘t want to, but I know you‘re lying,“ Sam whispered into his ear.

Nathan scoffed and glanced at the guard ambling around not too far away. Way too close for comfort for what his brother was saying. Beside him, Sam had his eyes still fixed on the prize. Well not so much a prize than an artifact. In a museum. An artifact in a museum, which they were visiting on a vacation from adventuring and thieving. It figured that Sam couldn‘t quite leave the habit behind. Nathan‘s brother could well and truly be called a magpie in human form.

To be fair, it was a truly gorgeous piece of treasure. A necklace made of gold and adorned with rubies, sapphires and diamonds. Nathan would have salivated at finding it in a lost city. In a museum, trapped behind glass, it had lost quite a lot of it‘s appeal. Although he couldn‘t stop himself thinking about how much it would have gotten him, sold on the black market. He could probably buy a house with how much it was worth.

Sam was obviously of the same mind, so Nathan wrapped his arm around Sam‘s middle, the picture of attentive boyfriend as he brought his mouth close to Sam‘s ear. „We‘re not stealing from a museum,“ he hissed and Sam laughed in answer, turning his head.

„Do I have to remind you of the other times?“ Sam replied, smug smile on his face.

Nathan shook his head, less as an answer and more out of exasperation. A necklace was hardly going to lead them anywhere except into a prison.

Sam waggled his eyes suggestively at him and since they were somewhere no one knew them, Nathan leaned up instead to steal a brief kiss. „No,“ he said firmly. Then he dragged Sam away from the display and to another, holding an unassuming device.

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@abithagray: Nate/Rafe +  Must be this tall to ride’, my ass!

„Hey Rafe, look what I found?“

Rafe stopped going through the display in front of him. It wasn‘t a good display anyway, just the usual carnival trash that held an appeal only to certain people. Certain people that weren‘t Rafe…. at least most of the time. At hearing Nathan‘s voice he turned around and– And then he stared.

The shirt was hideous. And, Rafe noticed, too tight since Nathan hadn‘t taken off the one underneath. It put Rafe in mind of an onion.

„Must be this tall to ride,“ Rafe read aloud under Nathan‘s beaming smile, thoroughly unimpressed.

„What do you think?“ Nathan pulled the hem out, reading the words upside down with a grin on his face. Sometimes his lover was an actual child.

Rafe didn‘t roll his eyes, but it was a very close thing. Instead he walked a little closer, ignoring the snort the cashier let out behind him. She better mind her own business, he thought darkly.

Up close he could see that there was a line up at the collar and it–

Rafe‘s head didn‘t clear it, not quite. Nathan winked at him. „‘Must be this this tall to ride‘, my ass,“ Rafe scoffed again and happened to drop his gaze down. The slap to Nathan‘s middle dropped him back onto the balls of his feet with a cough and a laugh. Rafe glared at him, but it was only met with one of Nathan‘s infuriating grins. „Are you kidding me?“

Absentmindedly, Rafe handed the cashier a bill. Then Nathan let out a squawk when he was towed behind Rafe by his collar, which was now beside Rafe‘s shoulder and his head above the line.

„Rafe, what?“ Nathan complained, but there was no heat behind it. Instead, he was laughing, a happy crinkle to the lines at the corners of his eyes.

„I‘ll show you a good riding,“ Rafe scoffed as they reached his car.

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Nadine/Sam | Switch It Up

„I really wished you hadn‘t touched that.“

Nadine fought down the urge to go over to Sam and punch him in the face for his remark, even though on one hand she had to agree, internally, even if she wasn‘t about to say it aloud. On the other, it would have meant punching herself. Beside her, Sam put a few more steps between him and her, staring at her out of her own face. Nadine really wished she hadn‘t touched the artifact which was now lying on the ground at their feet where it had fallen when the change had come over them. It was weird to look down on either Chloe and Sam now, but weirder still to look at herself and know that it wasn‘t her occupying her body.

Behind them, Chloe was laughing. „You know, Nadine, Sam is right,“ she finally managed to say.

Nadine gestured angrily and noticed, not quite without satisfaction and a hint of guilt, how Sam took another step back from her. „Either of you would have touched it, too!“

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Nadine/Sam | Naked & Vulnerable

The room Nadine sat in was pitch dark and cold. She was freezing since the guards had taken her clothes away and she had no sense of time whenthat had happened. To her right was a wall she knew, because her shoulder was resting against it. She resented the fact she was huddled in a corner like a scared child, but it helped her orientate herself. Otherwise she wouldn‘t have known up from down, or left from right anymore. The darkness played tricks on her mind. Minutes were stretched out into hours. Hunger was gnawing at her but the thirst was worse. For all she knew she could have already been a week in there. It sure smelled like it at least, but it had already smelled like that to begin with, when she had been brought to the cell.

It wasn‘t a small cell, either, or maybe it only felt huge because she couldn‘t see, couldn’t move around either except for a crawl. When she, Chloe and Sam had run from the paid goons they had gotten separated and Nadine had twisted her ankle falling off a cliff, actually, had twisted both of them. She‘d been easy pickings after that. The thugs had carried her to their quarters, had stripped her bare and thrown her in here. At least they had kept their groping to a minimum, hadn‘t touched her at all once she‘d been in her cell. It was a small favor for an already bad situation. Nadine felt humiliated. To her left was her toilet, nothing more than a pile of straw that she had awkwardly crawled to when she had had to relieve herself and she wasn‘t about to crawl over there again. In the darkness she was only going to step into things, with hands or knees, it made no difference. Already she had mapped out her new home, but it was stone on all sides, nothing that she could reach that could get her outside. So she could only wait. Her ankles were throbbing and she cursed her own clumsiness.

Silence. Silence. Nadine didn‘t know how much more time passed before she finally heard the gunfire, followed by an explosion and people shouting orders or shouting in pain. She hoped angrily it was the latter. Then it was quiet again until footsteps came closer.

Nadine looked towards the door, listening for the sound of a key turning and wasn‘t disappointed. If she could have stood she would have and hid herself behind the door. They weren‘t going to get the drop on her again. Then she was blinded when the door opened, letting light inside.

„Jesus, Nadine you‘re naked!“ Sam yelped and Nadine, having squeezed her eyes shut, heard him whirl around. She cussed at him.

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About the Drabble Prompt Challenge... Nate / Sam and 94 ;)

Thanks for the prompt :) I … feel I should be sorry for this… but I also laughed

“YOU SOLD WHAT?!”

The words rang around the restaurant louder than Nathan had meant to say them. A few heads turned in his direction with puzzled looks on their faces.

Opposite him, Sam’s mouth stretched into a grin.

Abruptly, Nathan leaned over the table. “Sam, you really sold your-,” realizing he was still speaking too loudly, Nathan lowered his voice to a barely audible hiss, “your virginity?” His brother was still slouched lazily in his chair, a beer balanced on his belly. It was the picture of comfortable ease. How could he be so relaxed having just admitted that?

“You-” Nathan gave up trying to put his thoughts in order, looking helplessly at Sam. Why had he done that?

“Don’t knock it, little brother. That paid our bills for three months at least,” Sam was smiling a little more carefully now. To say that Nathan was simply shocked was an understatement.

“How old were you exactly?” Nathan asked weakly, dreading the answer.

Sam tilted his head. “16 or 17,” he said finally, “and anyway, ‘virginity’ is kind of a technical term.”

“What?” Nathan croaked, “You mean Crystal?”

Sam straightened and he placed his elbows on the table, leaning forward so their faces were only inches apart. “I’d had sex before… just not with a guy.”

“Sam,” Nathan began, “are you trying to tell me you sold your ass virginity?”

“Now that’s just crude.” Sam tsked.

Nathan’s mouth opened his mouth to say that selling your virginity to the highest bidder was pretty damn crude.

“Want me to show you what it was like?” Sam interrupted, a twinkle in his eye.

Nathan’s mouth snapped shut. Fervently, he hoped that Sam meant something naughty involving the two of them - not that he had the whole thing recorded.

“You know what the funny thing is, Nathan? I sold my virginity four times,” Sam whispered into his ear when they left the restaurant.

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Could ya please do Rafe/Elena with number 21 for the small objects prompt? :)

Damn this has been a long time coming. So sorry!

“Elena, what th–!” Rafe shouted, clutching a hand to his face. “It doesn’t hurt,” he added lamely upon seeing her horrified expression, the bottle of wine still held in her hands and the wine cork lost somewhere in his living room after it had ricocheted off of his face.

“Really, no harm done,” he said in an attempt to reassure her. The sceptical look this statement earned him was probably justified, considering the way tears were streaming down his face. It hurt, and he was a little worried about taking his hand away, just in case bits were going to come away with it. Bits he needed to see with.

“I’m so sorry, Rafe,” Elena said. When she got to her feet Rafe’s stomach plummeted and his hand shot out and closed around her wrist.

Shit.

“You don’t have to go,” he said, too quickly, too desperate, and he wished he could take the words back.

Her expression was puzzled when she looked at him. “I wasn’t going to. Where’s your kitchen? You need ice,” she said, giving him a lopsided smile that made him want to kiss her.

Instead it was his turn to get to his feet. “Follow me.” His hand fell away from his face, though he still didn’t quite dare open his eye.

In the kitchen Elena pushed past him, retrieving an ice-pack out of the freezer.

He leaned against the counter when she stepped back in front of him. For a moment her brows raised in question and he nodded. He flinched at the cold, only just lessened from the towel wrapped around it. Then he sighed. Without conscious thought his palm covered Elena’s hand, keeping the ice held against his eye.

“I’m really really sorry, Rafe,” Elena said.

Rafe was aware how close she was, only an inch separating them. He cleared his throat and tried for a smile. “No harm done.”

In front of him, Elena tilted her head. There was a twinkle in her eye that Rafe was helpless to admit he liked. A lot.

She moved the ice pack away to inspect his eye, Rafe squinting as he opened it.

“I think I missed your eye,” Elena told him. The tips of her fingers gently pressed against the sensitive area, making him wince. “But I gave you a nice shiner.”

Rafe chuckled. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Elena laughed. Then Rafe’s heart almost stopped for a fraction of a moment as she leaned in. His eyes fluttered shut of their own accord and her lips were soft against his closed lids. This, he thought, didn’t hurt at all.

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Sam/Chloe, 26, in the 30 days of writing pt 5 summer prompt list! :D

What’s better than filling new requests? Finally getting to old ones :’)

The sun was burning down on them and reflecting off the water, something that Sam was oblivious to since he had his eyes closed—-until something bumped against the side of his floatie.

“Hey, watch it,” he grumbled, looking towards were Chloe was laughing quietly to herself.

“I just wanted to say hello,” she teased, pushing her sunglasses up to wink at Sam. She was reclining on a swan shaped floatie, Sam on a flamingo.

Sam let his eyes rove over her in appreciation; the bikini hugged her in all the right places. Although if it wasn’t for the fact that she had already told him no, Sam would have asked her to take it off. No tan lines that way.

Sam snorted and closed his eyes again, too lazy to move. Maybe later he would ask Chloe if she wanted to get a little frisky in the water but right right now he just couldn’t wake himself up enough to do it.

Just floating in the water, it was heaven. Sam let out a little sigh.

A splash made him open his eyes again and he looked to the side. The swan floatie was empty, drifting towards him with Chloe’s sunglasses lying abandoned against its neck.

Quickly Sam looked to his other side, searching for a dark shape in the water.

“Wrong side, handsome,” a voice said behind him, and with a squawk Sam hit the water, laughter following as the surface closed above him. As sun-heated as he was the water felt even colder than it should. Not entirely unpleasantly though, at least after a moment.

Sam resurfaced and spluttered, glaring at Chloe now lounging on his floatie.

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Dettlaff/Regis: 25. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

For @alistairs as well, since you two prompted the same :) Warnings: porn

It was a bright day outside, but the room was dark. The heavy curtains in front of the windows held out the sun. They had gone to sleep early.

On the bed, Regis woke up with a start. For a moment he didn’t know what had happened, what had snapped him out of his slumber. Up to that point it had been a pleasant one. Dettlaff was turned away from him and still asleep. There was no sound except for the busy street outside, but then again, that was nothing unusual. Then Dettlaff twitched and let out a low noise of distress.

A nightmare.

As a rule, their kind didn’t need a lot of sleep and while Dettlaff was prone to brooding, nightmares didn’t happen to him often. Dreams didn’t happen to him often and neither did they happen to Regis. In this world, only loss and change could truly frighten them.

Usually, if Dettlaff dreamed, he woke up before Regis could realize that something had been wrong. He couldn’t count the numbers of times that he had come awake to an empty bed.

But this time he reached out, shaking Dettlaff’s shoulder gently. He was about to open his mouth to admonish or reassure Dettlaff, whichever was needed, when the other vampire rolled around and cupped his face, no disorientation in his eyes that Regis may have felt in the same situation.

Upon looking at Regis’ face and touching him, Dettlaff let out a sigh of relief. It was just a little unnerving, both how quickly he had been wide awake and that little noise he made when he had reassured himself of Regis’ presence.

A moment passed in utter silence.

“What is wrong, Dettlaff?” Regis asked softly, when it became apparent that Dettlaff was not going to elaborate on his own.

“Just a nightmare,” Dettlaff answered stiffly after a while. A lingering look passed once more over Regis’ form and he moved to turn away again, get out of bed and leave Regis to the rest he probably thought his lover still needed. Some days it was difficult to make Dettlaff believe that Regis was fully healed. Regis stopped him with a light touch on the shoulder.

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57. a shot glass - Dettlaff/Regis

Is this even in character? idk ;A; I hope you like it anyway. Unwanted special shoutout to @velvettodraws. Please don’t take this the wrong way, I just really love your Katakan art (and everything else) and it inspired parts of this fic so I wanted to credit where credit is due. ^^’

Regis was drunk. Since he was, as he was ready to admit, a sober vampire who abstained from any and all blood drinking, with the singular exception when he had helped Geralt out, that was quite a feat. He had had to go the old fashioned way, which was more to say: the human way, since the old fashioned way for a vampire was of course drinking blood. All this and more Regis happily explained to his dear friend Dettlaff, who was, as it were, not quite only a friend, but very much dear to him. Dettlaff shot him a fond smile when Regis giggled and called him ‘lover’, which in turn made Regis just have to lean in and plant a kiss on that handsome mouth.

The peasant, the only one around at this time of night and in this alley, stared at them in shock and a moment later simply stopped as Dettlaff returned the stare after letting go of Regis.

“You should not be out tonight,” Regis told the man, straightening out his by now a little more ruffled appearance. The man made no sound, barely moved. A little delayed Regis realized that the man was mesmerized. It was the alcohol. Normally he would have realized it just when Dettlaff had used his ability. Screw Geralt for experimenting with him how to make a vampire drunk without needing blood, or rather screw himself for actually brewing the potions for it. The table back home had been positively littered with shot glasses before they had left on their nightly stroll through the city. Regis couldn’t even say anymore whose idea it had been. Probably his. Most likely his.

Getting drunk on alcohol wasn’t Dettlaff’s style.

“Compliment this man. His name is Regis,” Dettlaff ordered in a low voice that made shivers run down Regis’ spine. There was, Regis found, a little too much threat in his voice, considering the poor man was bound to relieve his bladder in fear of him as soon as the spell was wearing off. On the other hand, Dettlaff’s voice did things to regions of Regis, especially those below the belt.

Like a puppet on strings, the man turned to Regis with a dazed look. “You look very handsome, Sir Regis,” the man said and Regis let out a laugh as Dettlaff waved the man away.

“Not the words I would have used,” Dettlaff said miffed, but one corner of his mouth turning up in a careful smile when Regis threw an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a noisy kiss.

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