Tributes

Chapter Twenty Two

Chris didn't like Luke.

He was nice enough as a person. Luke was very friendly and the others were already wrapped around his little finger. Even Paul, who was still a little uncomfortable with being alone with Chris, had been almost immediately comfortable and relaxed around Luke. Luke was quite happy to spin him around and tease him gently. Julia seemed to have fallen for the man too, dancing a few times with the man as he sang silly songs. As for the twins, Silas was happy to use Luke as a human climbing frame and Abel was happy to hug and cuddle with the man. It was all too tactile for Chris's liking.

Luke was loud too. Cheerful, and always had a smile on his face regardless of the situation. Tyreol and Heilan adored him for sure. Luke was always flirting with him. It wasn't just him, admittedly. Luke flirted with Julia as well, and Heilan. Really, Luke flirted with anyone who was old enough, or not. Chris had noticed the occasional flirt with Paul too. Usually to make Paul's ears turn red but Paul seemed unfazed by them. The flirts with Paul were gentle and not especially perverted. The flirts with him were.

"Christopher," a familiar voice purred, elongating the syllables in his name. Speak of the devil, Chris thought bitterly. Chris turned around and found Luke hanging from the ceiling, "What you doing here?" He asked tilting his head, before dropping from the ceiling, landing easily.

"Just having a walk. Lord Tyreol doesn't seem to mind us moving about as long as we are in the tower," Chris replied, on the fifth floor up now. With Luke there, Tyreol seemed inclined to let them out into the tribute areas at least. Once they had realised there was staircase leading to other levels, they had all been curious. Though, baring Luke's floor, all the doors were locked. Chris was still happy though. It gave them bit more space to stretch their legs, but sadly not enough to escape pests.

Humming, Luke moved closer to Chris, his hips swaying in a way Chris had only ever since a woman do before comin to this castle. The expression on the immortal's face made him look very much like a predator. "Is that so?" Luke purred, looking Chris up and down like he was about to eat him up. "You are a handsome man, Christopher," He complimented in a seductive tone that had Chris tensing.

"Thank you," Chris said stiffly, looking around for an escape route. He had nowhere to go but up the stairs. "You enjoy men?" He stated disapprovingly, hoping the man would get the hint and back off.

"Of course," Luke shrugged, unashamed by this. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked coyly, fluttering his eyes and adjusting his pose ever so slightly. "Strong muscles..." His hungry eyes drifted over Chris's biceps and strong legs, making Chris shiver. "Sometimes I like a rougher touch than women normally give," he rumbled.

"It's immoral and wrong" Chris growled, taking a step back. He didn't enjoy how Luke was looking at him like a staving man looked at a meal. This was a man who was very dangerous.

Luke laughed, the sound not unkind but amused. "You are in a harem where the master is a male. You should really try to change that mind-set," Luke advised, "You will bottom for him eventually. Every male always does. Unless they have already bottom for someone else and didn't enjoy it. I think someone tried to claim falling in love with someone else but didn't bottom and was punished for lying once," He commented, like he was talking about the weather and not something which was terrifying to Chris.

"Why does he insist on it?" Chris demanded, watching Luke carefully. The man's movements were too fluid. Dangerous. This was a man who lived in the otherworlds but travelled alone. He looked weak and fragile but so did the fae at first glance. A few tricks was what Luke had told Silas and Chris didn't believe that. A mortal, even one with the blessing of the gods needed more than just a few tricks. Luke certainly felt more fae than human to Chris at this moment.