More than a feeling – The Embassy – PD

More than a feeling….

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Embassy of Hell

The ride back from Krakus Mountain by Valmont and Nicholas, was a pretty somber one. Valmont had failed to stop Raul from both the killing of Amala and Habib, and also was unable to stop the Warlock from escaping. For a man like Valmont, this was a crushing blow to his self esteem. He rode with an impassive expression. Like talking about it was not going to help. What would Zachary say about his Ambassador now? That he was less of a man for not being able to stop one man from getting away with murder. Valmont was being hard on himself. Reason being, he put Nicholas first. Constantly trying to protect him, when he should have gone on the offensive. It was eating into him.

Arriving late now back through the gates of the Embassy, he was quick to disembark – handing the reigns of his horse to a stable boy, then giving Nicholas a chance to catch him up. Valmont had taken his bag down off the back of the horse, and swung it over his shoulder. He appeared stony faced, and in the fading light it was still possible to see the pain in his eyes. When Nicholas dismounted finally, Valmont would turn and head up and into the Embassy only to drop his bag at the door for a staffer, and then make a bee line for his office. Maybe Zachary beat them back. He was hopeful that Bandit would be found again soon, and before Raul.

On entering his office, it was plain to see that Zachary had not yet made it back. Angered by this he walked over to a filing cabinet that on the top of it had a whiskey decanter and a few crystal glasses. Would having a drink cure the pain and conflict he felt? He went to reach for a glass, when the flash of memory of Amala and Habib being murdered appeared before his eyes. Valmont squinted, and then with a roar of anger, he punched his fist into the filing cabinet, causing him to cut his hand open on the twisted metal drawer. Pulling his hand back, you could see the open cuts and the blood running down his hand. He actually enjoyed the pain.

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Maybe this could make him feel something other than the wretched thoughts that had taken his mind prisoner.

~RB~

 

 

Tsu:  The ride back to the Embassy had been a quiet one, Nicholas could tell Valmont was still upset. It hurt him too, he didn’t want to see him like this but, of course it was bound to happen. Once they arrived, he’d dismount and watched Valmont go into the place quickly. Greeting the stall boy, he’d bring his bags behind him and set them down next to Val’s. Nicholas went about talking to a couple of people quickly, making sure everything was okay and explaining what happened. Also telling that the carriage would need to be picked up, it had broken down after all. He wondered up towards Valmonts office just in time to hear the angry roar and smashing, which worried him. Quickly he’d go in and saw the bleeding hand, a small gasp escaping his lips. Walking out of the room for a moment he returned, with a first aid kit. Slowly he walked over to Valmont.

” Valmont, let me fix your hand. It’s going to be alright. ” He said calmly, trying to sooth him as best as possible.

Picking up his injured hand he would tend to it, getting out the peroxide and bandages. While doing this blood had fallen onto Nicholas jacket and his hands were slightly bloody. He would take off his jacket, along with the scarf around his neck. All that remained was the long white dress shirt he had on. Once he finished bandaging Val’s wounded hand, he’d unbutton his cuffs and roll them up. It was slightly hot so, without really caring he let down his hair. It fell over his shoulders and down his back, you could see the girlish features. Quickly he’d pull it all up into a bun, short and long strands of hair hanging on the side of his face. Nicholas undid the first button to his shirt and with that, his full neck was exposed, the cheekbones and sculpture of his face, visible to Valmont. Lifting Valmont’s hand Nicholas would grasp it in his own two, holding it and looking at him.

” I know what happened was sad but, It was my fault too. I could of started attacking and I didn’t. We both didn’t act quick enough, me probably being a reason why you didn’t go as quick.” Nicholas said, knowing that if Valmont hadn’t been protecting him, he’d of had Raul and wouldn’t of let him get away.

” Zachary will be fine, I know it, I can feel it. He will save Bandit and the child, he’s strong enough to kill Raul if needed. You should know this more then anyone, he’s been here longer then I have. I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.” He said in a somewhat scolding voice, him lifting his hand and kissing it some.

It was just a small comfort that only Nicholas could hope would help him. He really would hate to have him drink away the problem, when their were other ways of coping. Nicholas would let of his hand and rest his hands on his hips, letting out a deep sigh and staring at Valmont, watching him. Maybe things would get better tonight, he had a gut feeling that it might or they might not.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Turning his hand over to see the blood on the back, Valmont was then interrupted by the small gasp that Nicholas let out. Valmont half expected him to come in, and possibly scold him for injuring himself in a fit of anger. Instead, Nicholas left the room, only to return with a small first aid kit. Valmont rolled his eyes, thinking the wound was nothing more than superficial. Course it was painful as you would expect it to be. Walking across the room, Nicholas was intent to tend to his Lordhip, even though Valmont felt foolish and embarressed about the whole thing. He had trouble looking at the young man, who was now holding his hand whilst getting the peroixide and bandages.

“You really shouldn’t have to do this. It’s just a scratch.” Valmont was really bad at lying. Nicholas’s soft words were clearly not getting through. Truth was, the real pain was coming from a place that you couldn’t see. As the young man had blood dripping on him, he took off his jacket, and then his scarf which left him only wearing the very light and see through dress shirt. With his hair tumbling down, before being put up in a loose bun, Valmont would finally look at Nicholas again, yet see the feminine version of him Even opening his shirt, and pushing up his sleeves showed off the supple white of his skin. So smooth….that Valmont caught his breath as he stared at the delicate contours of his neck. It was like he was seeing Nicholas for the first time, but not as a male. He was seeing him as a female. This of course was bringing back that same feeling he had in the carriage. The ambassador’s heart started beating faster, as he watched Nicholas tend to him with such care. Words being said about what had happened up on Krakus only reminded him of his failings, and how he put Nicholas’s safety first. This may have prevented him from saving the Fallen, but who knew if he even could be that fast. It was Raul after all.

For a moment, it was like Nicholas knew what was going on in the back of the incubus’s mind…or did he? Mentioning Zachary only brought out an exasperated face. What on earth would he say when he learns that Raul got away….and the fallen had been murdered in front of them. It was hard to imagine, but one thing was for sure – he wasn’t going to be pleased.

“Zachary will do it right. I know…I know. He will save Bandit, and hopefully the child.” Valmont looked down at Nicholas with softer eyes, and then it happened. Nicholas brought Valmont’s hand to his lips and kissed it. This sent a thrill through Valmont’s body and he froze as he watched Nicholas with widening eyes. Did he not understand why he hurt himself truly? He was still confused about his feelings, his ideals. He wasn’t supposed to have these feelings, but he did.

“I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.”

Valmont stared at Nicholas with a growing need that drink would not even be able to stop now. He closed the gap between them, and reached for the second button on Nicholas’s shirt, undoing it. Then….he undid another and another till all were undone. His large hands ran back up under the soft silk of the shirt till it pushed it back off his shoulders. Almost as though hypnotized, he reached around and undid the bun that held Nicholas’s hair in place, so that it would spill out again over his shoulders like before.

“It looks so much better down.” Valmont started to rake his fingers through Nicholas’s hair, as though brushing it back – feeling its softness. The incubus was attracted to the female half of Nic and he was unable to help himself now. Was he going to regret his actions later? This being so shocking, that it was exciting him further. A taboo perhaps, but Valmont had not wanted something as much as he did now and it was right before him.

Valmont drew Nicholas to him by wrapping his hand around the young man’s neck and pulled him into his form so they were now chest to chest. Nicholas would be able to smell the heightened sense of the incubus’s growing hunger….and feel it.

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“Can you feel this?’ His voice now husky as their hips pressed against each others and the incubus kissed the young man with a renewed passion. Forcing his tongue into Nicholas’s waiting mouth, while their bodies started to dance.

 

~RB~

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