But I know I'd miss you baby, if I left right now.

Chapter 6

In the few minutes they spent fucking like rabbits, the rest of the night was spent in agony. Horrific, blissful, confusing agony. Aster listened from his bed as Horvath left, having locked the door behind him. It felt bad. Aster felt bad. Like he shouldn't be doing this. During, it felt amazing. Like he and Maxim were the only people alive. Like nothing, literally nothing, mattered but them. They've had sex twice, within two days.

Aster and Maxim both knew that if they met again they'd have sex again. And again. And again. It was like a magnet, tugging and pulling. A current, sweeping and guiding unlogged miscellaneous items closer to together. A current mindless yet strong, the items unable to wrench themselves free. Aster couldn't get Horvath's scent and sound out of his mind. The way Aster's nose nudged against the 'happy trail' from his bellybutton to his pubic mound each time he sucked Horvath's cock back down his needy throat, the way Horvath's sweat and cologne mixed to create a heady, slurry sludge that would turn Aster's mind to mush with each inhale. The way his hands were so warm and big against his cold body, bending and twisting, stretching and taking what he wanted - Aster relaxed a soft moan, hand traveling down his sternum to his stomach, playing over the ridge of his hipbone but he stopped.

Now wasn't the time to wank off; he had to get up and shower.

Aster stood and noticed it was still dark out. It'd probably been over an hour since Horvath left, left Aster filled with cum and aching for more. Aster had to get a grip on himself. This wasn't healthy. But hey! When had Aster ever chosen healthy decisions? Ever? Every time he thought back to how he almost cried in front of Horvath, it made him want to punch a wall. He felt vulnerable then, so vulnerable and bare. He had told himself years ago to never let it get too much; the emotional fallout from his past lovers.

Frankly it wasn't about how Horvath made him feel. He could shove thosefeelings as deep down as possible and forget them. He's done it before. But the fact Horvath sent Stone to fight him - like Aster didn't have the capability to fight him - was just disrespectful. That's what he was most upset at. Like, dude. Come on! If you fuck a guy, you gotta be able to fight him too. It's just common courtesy.

Aster grabbed his shirt and shorts, changing out the boxers. The clothes were fine to wear again. Plus he didn't want to exert the energy into changing everything about his outfit when he'll just go to bed right after. Aster showers and floss into bed, not ever bothering to cover himself with the blanket.

The sheets reeked of him, too.

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Horvath slams his front door shut, hands shaking. Twice now. It's been twice they've fucked. Twice they've clawed at each other and bit each other like beasts in heat. Ignoring the decorum he usually has, Maxim threw his coat, hat and cane on the couch in the living room, heading straight to his bar. He tore out a nice brandy and filled a cup with it. Not a cristal glass, the kind you see in Period Drama on TV; a cup, from his kitchen. Everything was going wrong. But they couldn't stop.

Maxim was torn between wanting Aster dead at his feet and wanting Aster at his feet, mouth full of cock while Maxim praised him. Nothing had been this complicated since, well, ever. Maxim was still straight. He had to be. He always was, so why did he want Aster so bad?

He wanted Aster, wanted him, wanted him, wanted him. He craved Aster. He needed Aster. But he also hated him. He hated Aster and wanted him bleeding and sobbing. Maxim growls and grabs some Vodka, whisky and about three other hard liquors. He wants to be blacked out tonight. Leave the problems for tomorrow. But just as he raises the cup to his lips, a thought crosses his frazzled mind.

What if you're not straight?

No one was here to hurt him if he wasn't. He wouldn't be flayed alive and demonized for it. He's seen the process humanity has made. It's not much, but it's enough to be decently confident in yourself nowadays. Maybe he liked both, but didn't want to accept it? He sits the cup down, bitter tears threatening to spill.

If his father were here...

Oh Gods. Maxim's stomach twists and he wipes his face. His parents weren't here. They were dead. As were the rest of his friends and family. They probably had descendants now just like him. Longing fills Maxim's chest and it's nasty nights like these that he misses how things were. He'd never tell anyone, and certainly never defect back to Balthazar or Merlin, because he was felt he was right. Sorcerer's were more important than regular humans. They had literal magic. That should be preserved and cherished, not hidden as it had been for centuries.

But this wasn't magic. This was sex. Sex with a man. Sex with a man that felt so good. Better than any sex Maxim's had in a while. Maxim couldn't even try to deny Aster. His eyes, so strong and determined. His mouth that cracked nasty comments and sassy remarks could also make the most heavenly sounds, do the most sinful of things to a man. Aster was intoxicating. Maxim had to figure if he had the same effect on Aster, too. The way Aster reacts, Maxim would figure that, yes, he did.

Maxim was shocked. Aster's response to fighting Stone was not want he expected. Tears? Why did Maxim stop for Aster's tears? When did Maxim ever stop at all, for anything? Leaving that apartment was hard. It was awkward, like he was skulking away from a broken vase, trying to hide his involvement. Why did Aster's back turned to him sting so damn much?

"I'd say it's 'cus you got attached."

Horvath nearly flinched at the sudden answer. He looks up and sees Stone, lounging in a loveseat. Wait, did he say all that outloud? "What? How'd you get in here?"

Stone shrugs. "A window in your bedroom wasn't locked so I just slid it up. But nevermind that! You got attached!"

"I did not get attached to Aster. You're an idiot and need to leave. "

Stone scowled. "You need to sort some things out with yourself. Take a step back and realize nothing is what you think it is. So what if you like guys? No one's gonna have your head for it. And plus, while waiting for Morgana to be free, you can have some fun exploring."

With a nasty glare from Maxim, Stone lifted his hands in defense. "Fine. I'm leaving. I'm gone. But know this; if it's legally good and no one's getting hurt; no one's gonna care.what you do behind doors. At least I won't."

He left Maxim to his own devices, which probably was the worst thing he could've done, even though Maxim didn't want him there to begin with. Had he gotten attached? It's been so long since he's ever had a relationship like this. Longer since he's had a relationship at all. It's not like he loved Aster. Aster didn't love him. This was sex. Hate sex. Pure and simple. But something had been touched tonight. Something, some line had been crossed.

Maxim didn't want to cross it again but he feared their next battle would result in the same gyrating hips and brushed lips as they had been for the last two times. He hated how Aster laughed. He hated how Aster's eyes would widen in mild amusement. The way his eyebrows could feel a thousand facial expressions with a single flex. The way his body would bend and curve to meet Maxims'.

Maxim wanted him. Whether it was truly hateful or something else completely, Maxim didn't know.