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Making a Mess

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 16th February 2019

Characters: Arion, Benamil
Description: Arion and Benamil spend time together after Arion's encounter with Nazli.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 6, day 6 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Nazli


Benamil

Benamil

"I met Nazli today," Arion said, looking down at his fingers, which were starting to prune in the bath water.

"Oh?" Benamil said, even though Nazli had already told him the same thing. He wanted to hear Arion's take on it.

Arion's chin lifted, "You could have told me all of the circumstances of her past."

"I promised her I wouldn't. They weren't my circumstances to tell." The water swirled as he shifted one leg, allowing Arion to sit more comfortably between his thighs.

"I knew that is what you would say," the vintner leaned back, resting against Benamil's chest.

"I haven't told her any of your secrets either," Benamil said.

Arion grinned a little and squeezed Benamil's knee, "What secrets?"

"You know, like," he leaned forward into Arion's ear, "the ticklish spot on the back of your thigh," his fingers found their way to the smooth underside of the vintner's thigh.

"Ben!" Arion yelped as he wiggled away from the exploring fingers, sending water sloshing over the edges of the tub.

Benamil's smile was unrepentant, "Someone's making a mess."

Arion spun around and laughingly jabbed his finger into the beastcrafter's chest, "Well it was your fault!"

"Well, since the floor is wet anyway," Benamil crooked a finger, summoning Arion to him.

"Oh?" he asked, on all fours now as he faced his lover.

"We might as well take advantage of it."

The blonde's blue eyes were smoldering as the playful smile left his face, replaced by a much hungrier look. Without speaking he crawled over Benamil, lips finding all of the sensitive places along the man's neck.

Benamil's body was instantly taut with desire, although it didn't seem to take much when it came to Arion. He could merely think about the man and find himself hard.

"I don't think we're going to have the room we need in here," Arion's voice was husky in his ear.

The two men scrambled out of the tub in a tangle of arms and legs, soaking the stone floor. Lips intertwined, Benamil could barely tell where he ended and Arion began. "Let me," he panted against his lips, "let me get a towel to -"

"No, right here, right now." Arion growled.

Something in the back of his mind told him their knees might regret it later....

**Fade to Black**

"Wish I'd gotten that towel now?" he chuckled as he sank back onto his heels, crouching as Arion winced and turned around to sit and rub at his reddened knee caps.

"A little," the blonde laughed. "It was worth it though," he turned 'those eyes' onto Benamil again.

"You're incorrigible," Benamil pushed to his feet and extended his hand.

"Just where you are concerned," Arion said, taking the help up.

Benamil wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter man, "I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for taking these risks for me," Arion had sobered again as he tilted his head back to look up at Benamil.

"Don't thank me. I feel like you and Nazli are the ones taking the risks for me. If I wasn't a coward and hiding behind the both of you then we wouldn't be in this situation to begin with."

Arion braced his hands on either side of Benamil's face, "Hey, I don't think so. If you were a coward you would still be lying to yourself about who you really are. If you were a coward you wouldn't have married someone so that you and I could be together. You are a good man, Ben. You're protecting Nazli and giving her home, and you are doing the same for me."

Benamil rested his forehead against Arion's, "I don't know what I would do without you. I feel like I keep saying that, but it's true."

"I know," there was a gleam in Arion's eyes, "I do make bath time interesting."

"Yeah, now I'm going to need another bath."

"I can help," Arion smiled enticingly.

Benamil laughed, "You are going to be the death of me."

"But it's not a bad way to go, right?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"As long as I'm with you," Benamil agreed.

Last updated on the March 3rd 2019


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