𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤 (𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡) 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Eris was visiting the Court of Nightmares to discuss his alliance, upon visiting he can't help but notice that he has been feeling eyes on him, and shadows. Azriel's shadows to be exact. The dark clouds have been following his every move since he got here, Eris wonders if there is more than him just snooping as a spymaster.

At some point, when walking down one of the many hallways of the Court, Eris stomps on one of the shadows. A way of telling Azriel to fuck off. Unfortunately, that attempt was a terrible idea, the shadows swarm around his legs and waist, they drag him over into one of the rooms and before Eris can have another thought a hand is wrapped around his throat, he recognizes that same scarred hand.

"Shadowsinger." The Autumn's High Lord coughs out, regaining his breath after the sudden shock.

"Eris." The spymaster replies, blank and stern.

"Why have you shadows been stalking me?" Eris glares as he gets pinned against the fabric wall.

"Precautions."

"And what about now?" Eris motions the shadows clenching around his thighs, holding him against the strangely warm, cloth of the Court of Nightmares.

"Extra precautions." Azriel scoffs.

Eris attempts to move his legs but it is to no avail, Azriel smirks.

"I am not your enemy, Shadowsinger." Eris glares and attempts to move again.

"And how do I know that?"

"You are a spymaster, are you not? It is your job to know." Eris rolls his eyes, he begins to summon flames in his hands.

"Stop it." Azriel snaps, for some reason, Eris obeys instantly. The flames fade from his hands.

Eris goes to speak again when he is turned around, Azriel's wings surrounds the two of them as he tugs the smaller male closer to his chest. Eris' back now touching Azriel's muscular torso.

"What are you doing, spymaster?" Eris glares, he attempts to look over his shoulder when Azriel grabs his esophagus again, slightly taking his breath away. Eris gasps.

"Shutting you up."

"I wasn't even-"

Azriel's fingers tighten around his throat, cutting off his air and causing Eris' breath to hitch. Azriel's shadows begin to creep up his legs, they rip off his shirt which causes Eris to shiver, even as an autumn fae the basement of the mountain was freezing.

"What are you doing?" Eris asks again.

"I am sick of you being this know it all prince." Azriel moves his hand from Eris' neck to his jaw and forces the smaller to look over his shoulder. "Get on your knees." The spymaster demands.

Eris hesitates, he knew the Shadowsinger would truly never force him into that position, however... challenging the man would bring him his own twisted satisfaction.

"No." The High Lord smirks.

Azriel bites Eris' neck, sucking in a deep love bite. "Now, little fox."

That nickname made him weak.

Eris instantly sunk to his knees, he turns around. Now looking up at Azriel Eris' scent of arousal floods the room, his magic shield drops, Azriel's eyes widen.

"What was that-"

Eris realizes and tries to put the shield he has kept up for centuries back in place.

"Stop it." Azriel snaps, Eris meets his eyes again.

"You weren't suppose to find out about that." Eris refers to their mating bond, the thing that he has been hiding for the past five hundred years.