Chapter 12

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"Fuck," Kyree hissed, lowering himself into the bath, the steaming water lapping against his aching skin, "this is not relaxing," he forced out through gritted teeth, glaring at Ambrose stood in the doorway adorning a small smirk.

"Give yourself a few seconds to adjust to it, Ky, it'll get better," Ambrose muttered through soft chuckling. Kyree's breath hitched in his throat as he submerged himself further in the water, the gentle ripples licking sullenly at the bullet wound still prominent in his chest and back.

"Would you like me to join you?" Ambrose queried when he saw Kyree looking no less tense. Kyree's curt nod was his only response. Ambrose stripped and slid into the bath behind Kyree, being careful not to touch the wounds he had caused. Kyree almost melted into Ambrose, savouring the feeling of his bare skin on the demon's.

"Better?" Ambrose breathed into Kyree's ear, catching the soft lobe between his teeth. Kyree simply allowed a soft moan to drift through the air as his eyes fluttered closed and his head lolled back against Ambrose's shoulder.

"So what now?" Kyree mumbled.

"What?"

"What happens now with Deacon? And your father? And us?" Ambrose trailed his fingers down Kyree's arm as he listened to him speak. He very much enjoyed the sound of Kyree's voice, it was smooth, felt as though it wrapped him in a silk blanket.

"Well, no doubt Deacon has already gone running to my father to get him on his side so I'll leave it for a few days. I'll tell my father how much I would dislike being married to Deac and he will probably send me grovelling back to him, tail between my legs, offering a much higher status than what it used to be. He will try to anyway, I'm not bending over backwards for that man anymore."
"Only bending over for me then?" Kyree commented, loving the melodic sound of Ambrose's deep chuckle. Kyree had something else to say, something that most definitely wouldn't be making Ambrose chuckle. In fact, without explanation, it would make him do the complete opposite.

"What's on your mind, baby? I can practically see the cogs turning in your brain," Ambrose coaxed the thoughts from Kyree's mind, not realising how much he would dislike them.

"Maybe your engagement to Deacon isn't such a bad idea," Kyree said in a very soft voice, opening his eyes to glance up his frowning lover.

"What?" as expected, Ambrose didn't seem all that thrilled with the idea, "are you joking, Ky? You want me engaged to that ass? Is there something you're not telling me? Are you not invested in this-"

"You think I would wait to tell you that when we were in the bath together?" Kyree interrupted, "Amb, this has nothing to do with my feelings for you, which are there and definitely acknowledged, by the way."

"So what gave you this stupid idea then?

"I was thinking about something Idella said when he found out we had fucked. He said that if anyone found out the connection between us it would be a pretty easy ploy for exploitation. I mean, he was just talking about a one night stand, maybe our relationship out in the public wouldn't be the best idea," Ambrose inhaled deeply, lost in his own thoughts for a few seconds, leaving Kyree to rethink everything he had said for errors.

"So? If I married Deac someone would find a way to exploit that, whoever I marry people will use to get to me. It comes with the job. I would prefer it to be you that was exploited rather than Deac."

"If I'm your knight, I don't think I can be your husband. It's too risky. What if my feelings for you got in the way of something, or we had a fight and I wasn't around when you needed me to be?" Ambrose's stare softened, those grey-blue eyes filling with a little more emotion and a little less blatant anger.

"So don't be my knight," it was Kyree's turn then to frown, "Ky, if I have the choice between you being my knight, having to see you every day and not being able to express my affections, or you being my husband. I choose husband. Every time," Kyree remained silent, instilling worry in Ambrose, "unless you don't want to be my husband. I mean, I know how long people train to be knights of hell, I don't want to get in-" Ambrose had a tendency to ramble, Kyree enjoyed being able to shut him up with a kiss.

"If it was pick husband or knight, I would pick husband any day. I mean, with this dream thing we've got going and what Alexander said, clearly, our relationship is something more than normal."

"What did Alexander say?"

"You were there, Amb, did you just zone out after Alex called me bunny?" Kyree chuckled softly, breaking the wall of tension that had been building slowly between the two men, "he said we were destined for something important. I don't think we can do this important thing if we aren't together, so I guess, for the universe, I'll choose husband."


"Ambrose?" Yennifer's voice drifted in from the bedroom, rousing the demon from his daydream.

"In here," Ambrose uttered just loud enough for Yennifer to hear. She didn't look the slightest bit startled as her eyes landed on the two naked men, one of which being her own slumbering son.

"Your father is here to speak with you," how odd, Ambrose thought, his father never usually left their palace. Mostly for security reasons, but still, he wasn't expecting any sort of visit here.

"I'm a little incapacitated," Ambrose motioned to his sleeping lover laid over him, "tell him he can speak to me in here if it is so urgent," Yennifer left the bathroom with a small nod and in her place returned Ambrose's father. Lucifer Ross did not look his true age of nearly 3 millennia. Only his silvered hair gave away the fact that his body had aged to around 60, yet his skin was not creased and his face had no dullness to it.

"Father, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Ambrose smiled, feeling no embarrassment that his father could not only see him completely nude but also his lover.

"Deacon came to me earlier tonight," Lucifer leant against the counter opposite the bath, crossing his arms over his chest, "I did not believe his story at first, but now that I see you here, it seems very plausible," Lucifer's eyes flickered over Kyree's face, "this is him then? The Landon boy?"

"His name is Kyree, and whatever Deacon told you about him is probably untrue," Ambrose muttered.

"I thought you loved Deacon, Ambrose, I thought that was why you wanted to marry him. What do you even know about this Kyree? You've been around him for no more than 2 weeks, Deacon has known you for centuries. Why throw away your relationship for this man?"

"What relationship?" Lucifer remained silent, his head tilted to the left slightly as he awaited his son's elaboration, "father, I never loved Deacon. He's not even gay. There was no relationship between us, everything was simply platonic. I was with him to satisfy you, you're the one that said our pairing would be a good 'business deal' for hell," Lucifer looked bemused, his brows drawn together in a frown.

"But..." he began, his voice distant, "Ambrose, I told Deacon's father your marriage would benefit him too because I thought it was what you wanted. I pushed it so much so he would allow Deacon to marry you. I did it for you, I wanted you to marry for love, not for a business deal. I would never be so heartless," it was Ambrose's turn to adorn an expression of confusion.

"I never wanted to marry him, father, in fact, this engagement has torn our friendship apart. I only agreed to it because I thought you be disappointed if I didn't."

"Ambrose," Lucifer's expression softened, "your mother did always say our communication skills were awful, didn't she?" the two shared weak smiles, "if Kyree is the man you want to be with, and eventually marry, I support you," as if woken by the mention of his name, Kyree stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

"Mmm, evening, sleeping beauty," Ambrose murmured, pressing a kiss onto Kyree's hair as his father observed their interaction. The dazed smile on Kyree's lips drifted away as his eyes landed on Ambrose's father, his eyes widening.

"Oh my God," Kyree breathed, moving his hands down to cover himself, "Ambrose, your father is here, in the bathroom with us," Ambrose simply chuckled.

"I had noticed."

"Oh, wonderful. Did you just neglect to notice that we're both naked? This isn't really the usual 'meet the parents' setting, Amb," Kyree whispered furiously, his cheeks heating.

"I've seen many of Ambrose's lovers in compromising positions over the centuries, Kyree, it would startle me more if we met in a normal setting," Lucifer reassured.

"Well, since we are all conscious now. I actually have something else to confide in you, father," Ambrose interjected, "have you ever heard of two people sharing dreams?" Lucifer remained silent and averted his eyes to the ceiling, for Kyree's sake, as the two men got out of the bath and dressed.

"What do you mean by sharing dreams?" Lucifer queried in more depth as the three moved into Kyree's bedroom.

"I mean exactly that. I can see into Kyree's dreams as if I am a spectator in his mind. Like, just then, he was dreaming of walking along the coast hand in hand with me, throwing pebbles for Endwin to chase after," Kyree confirmed what Ambrose what saying with a simple nod.

"But I never get to see into your dreams, which is hardly fair," Kyree pouted in a teasing manner.

"Ambrose doesn't dream, never has, it used to drive his mother insane. She warned him that one day he would simply go mad because he wasn't able to work out his problems in his mind like everyone else. It is why, I believe, he is such a logical and literal thinker."

"You don't dream?" Kyree marvelled, his wide-eyed stare fixed on Ambrose, "you didn't tell me," Ambrose merely shrugged.

"I didn't think it was of any real importance."

"Maybe not to a normal person, but it could mean something because of this whole dream thing between us," Kyree turned his attention to Lucifer, looking a little sheepish as addressing his Lord, "do you know anything about it then, Your Majesty?"

"Please, call me Lucifer, you're practically family now. I don't know a thing, but I will search through your mother's possessions, Ambrose, she was always infatuated with phenomena such as this."

"Was?" Kyree attention returned back to Ambrose, who wore an irritated frown at the mention of his mother.

"My mother died a long time ago, and she was also infatuated with a hell of a lot of drugs. Whatever she thought up was probably from either an ecstasy or LSD induced hallucination. Most of what she uttered was complete shit, I'm surprised she didn't pass earlier," venom wove it's way easily into Ambrose's voice, startling Kyree just a slight.

"Amb, calm down," Kyree whispered, slipping his hand into Ambrose's in an attempt to reduce his lover's anger, "don't know why you offered to help me with my grief. You're clearly not the poster boy for dealing with your problems healthily," a small smile flickered across Ambrose's face, he knew Kyree was only teasing to try to snuff out the tension in the room.

"At least I'm not a sex addict," Ambrose retorted with a chuckle.

"Oh, you're missing out."

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