Please...Just Don't Tell ll War & Trust
It had been what? Two days? Weeks?! War hadn't been able to perform, not properly with Venny and he knew why. She wasn't a man she wasn't fill-UGH! War rolled his head and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to calm himself. He tried to keep calm. This wasn't something that was worth throwing his marriage away for.
But the itch that he couldn't scratch just kept getting worse and even his toys couldn't satisfy the way he knew the other god could. The way he was so carelessly played with and then left wanting. No one had ever been able to do that to him. No one that he felt so safe with that was. No one that had ever left alive. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the way Trust had handled him. How the other had just pinned him and mocked him. How great it had felt.
"No!" War yelled out, his aggression starting to get the better of him as the edge was wearing thin and his need for another dose of...order was taking control. How funny he would have thought that had be stopped to think about it. But he couldn't. Not now. Not when he was owed a favour. And he was so so close to getting what he wanted. No. What he needed. His body ached for it like it had never ached for anything, or at least not for a while.
War climbed off the bathtub wall and out into the hallway. He knew there was no hunters in the palace at this hour, and even if there were he would destroy them easily. He didn't have time to play games today. He didn't even have time to dress in palace clothing, as he traveled to Trust's quarters in his jeans and a hoodie. A thin soft shirt lay against his skin, and he didn't even have shoes to speak of as he rushed through the palace in the middle of the night.
He needed this. Needed to get his fix. Needed to feel whole and weak and not have to think for once in his life. Needed it so badly, in fact, that it didn't even occur to him that Bee might have been rooming with Trust. All that mattered was that he would get what he needed and be done with it. He would arrange another meeting after if Trust was as good as War imagined, the price for such a meeting was of no consequence.
Finally arriving at his destination, War didn't hesitate to knock. Raising his shaking fist he delivered three swift and soft knocks to the door and waited. When he didn't get a response quick enough for his hyperactive mind and body he knocked thrice more, a bit louder. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started pacing, muttering to himself as he tried to stay calm. Tried to stay standing. Resisted the urge to follow the men, whom he had put in his position before, and kneel before the door as he waited. But he wasn't sure he could resist much longer.