Consider it a trial-period - Basile

Nathaniel smiled calmly to the quite shaken siren in front of him. He had suggested it himself, so what did he fear? In honesty, Nathaniel had no intention of gaining a consort. He had Noelle, who was more than capable to satisfy his needs. Still, it was fun to mess around with Basile, making him worry.
Basile went on a tangent about the desert and sand surfing, which Nathaniel honestly cared very little for hearing, and the moment Basile sat up so very close to Nathaniel’s face, he looked into those piercing silver gray eyes of his.
He smiled a crooked smile as Basile tried to describe his multicolored eyes - something everyone saw different. A soft smile on lips appeared, as he considered if Basile actually wanted him to lean in for a kiss. He shouldn’t; he was married. Yet, noelle had made the term herself for them to be able to do such things - and wasn’t it almost expected of a king to do exactly that? “Forget about it, Basile,” Nathaniel said, before he placed a little peck of a kiss on Basile’s cheek. “I could never allow someone to take such a position based on loosing a game. That would be cruel of me,” he said in a soft tone, looking into those silver eyes once more. He took a deep breath, wondering if that was the right thing to do, but he dared not messing around with that young man in any way. He seemed way to fragile, both in body and in mind.

Basile leaned in, as he felt his face blush up a little bit, but not much, as they hair was laying a little more down, almost casting shadow´s over the fine and almost sculptured face of his, with the hypnotic silver grey eyes, looking almost pure silver, with small specks of the day sky in them. He placed his hang against Nathaniel´s chest, when Nathaniel said that he should forget about it.

A soft expression but clear as day was to see on his face, an expression of disappointment, as he saw Nathaniel lean in to kiss his cheek. He turned just in the last minute, as he locked his lips, greedily stole a kiss from the kings lips. As fleeting and quick he had stole it, as fleeting and quick he broke it off, his breath already becoming heavy, from the pure desire pulsing though his body, as he had his head tilted a little, as he looked for a second down at the lips and then up at his eyes, before a smile appeared over his lips, as he whispered " Rude " a sly smirk appeared over his lips, as he clearly stated to Nathaniel only going in for a cheek kiss. He got up, as he took his beer as fast as he had gotten up.

He had a confident smile over his lips, as he had gotten what he wanted, and that was that. He turned and walked over and collected his shirt, before he walked up towards the beach house, as he wanted to get inside, since he could feel the cold on his skin, even if there was almost no wind at all, it still felt colder than normal.. or maybe his blood had just shifted to a specific area on his body, but he wasnt about to show it.

The hand on his naked chest made him chuckled slightly. However, the disappointment was painted on the young siren looked at him. Nathaniel had tried to be fair, but it had only seemed to make the young siren feel uncomfortable in his presence.
As he leaned in to kiss the young man in the cheek, he opened his eyes in pure surprise when he felt the siren’s lips against his own. The kiss was brief and almost nothing to think about, until Basile looked back at Nathaniel and whispered a simple word. Nathaniel was just as confused as a man could be, until Basile decided to get up, take his beer and leave Nathaniel sitting in the sand alone.
Nathaniel got up just the same way, but Basile was just a bit quicker than him. What was all of this about?
Nathaniel, who was both tall and fairly strong, decided he had had enough of that little gangs, before he simply ran over to Basile, turned him around and tackled him to land in the sand once more; Nathaniel straddling him and keeping him pinned down, as he grasped Basile’s chin and forced him to look into Nathaniel’s eyes. “Don’t call me rude unless you have something to back that claim with,” he said in a low and husky voice, before he leaned in and placed his lips against Basile’s once more - this time neither fleeting nor careful.

As he heard the steps suddenly turning into running, he turned, only to drop his beer, and feel the king´s hand on his shirtless body, as he was turned before he closed his eyes and gasped, as he hit the ground. He opened then slowly, as he looked rather shocked up towards Nathaniel, feeling him over an area.. he wasnt too keen of him, being over.. as he looked up towards him with wide eyes, as he heard the words and responded.

" I called you rude bec- " He didnt get very far with his velvet soft voice, before he felt it. Softness against softness. Smoothness against beard. His eyes closing, as he let go of his own restrains.
From the time sitting in the car, looking at the reflection of Nathaniel in the window, to laying here in the sand, his back pressed against the small grains, as he looked up into the stream of Nathaniel´s almost golden eyes, he couldn´t help but wonder, what kissing him would really feel like. There where nothing soft about Nathaniel, except for his lips, as he felt them press against his, in a demanding statement, almost as if the king was trying to shut him up, which he happily applied with, as he himself leaned forward, into the dept of the kiss, feeling for the first time, how it was to taste another person.

Nathaniel tasted like a beer with a wiff of the cigarett´s lingering on them. It wasnt putting him off, it was almost enhancing his desire, as he tasted like pure sin.. something forbidden, as he had never felt so eager to let his hand roam, as he did.. before he gripped onto the back of Nathaniel´s neck, as he held him against the kiss, before he let go.. as he leaned out of the kiss, not because he wanted too, but it was the lack of oxygen that pulled him, as he leaned away from nathaniel, breakless.. as he took a deep breath, like had he just been buried and had gone up for air. His breath was heavy, and his eyes darting all over the handsome face in front of him, as his chest moved with each deep breath he took, while his body had reacted positively towards Nathaniel.

Nathaniel cared little for being called rude. It was something that almost went with the title of being a king; he took what he wanted, when he wanted it - with little regard for how it affected others. This was one of those times where he didn’t care. Basile had been teasing him ever since they had tried to start over, which made Nathaniel certain that this indeed was what the inexperienced siren laying underneath him had been wanting all along.
He still smelled like sandalwood, which made Nathaniel enjoy the kiss jut a little bit more. His skin was so soft.. Just like his lips. A hand grasped onto Nathaniel’s neck and made him deepen the kiss a bit. The kiss ended, leaving Basile breathing as if he had just been underwater. It didn’t take Nathaniel long to find something else to do with his lips, however. He leaned forward, and placed his lips against the young siren’s neck, whilst pressing himself gently against the groin of Basile; feeling how they both had gotten just a little bit more attentive around that area.
‘’So,’’ he mumbled though the little kisses down Basile’s neck. ‘’If I were to ask you to be my consort,’’ he mumbled as his kisses reached the nape of Basile’s neck. ‘’How would you respond then?’’ he asked, as he allowed the hand that had grasped Basile’s chin to wander down the young siren’s body; all the way to his crotch - staying outside the fabric of his black boxers, of course. Still not giving Basile a possibility to move away, as Nathaniel had pressed himself against the young siren.

Even if he wanted to escape the situation he so delicate had put himself in, he couldnt. Nathaniel had him locked down in an iron grip, or more weight for that matter, as the tall king towered over him, majestic as he was. His eyes fluttered close, as he leaned his head back, before letting a soft gasp escape his full lips, almost in the sound of a low moan, as he felt Nathaniel´s lips against his sensitive skin, at the neck area, a place he would forward call his soft spot, as he indeed felt it, the electricity coursing through his body, and how Nathaniel´s press against his groain, only made another sound escape his lips, as he almost yearned for the touch at this point.

He felt his face blush so clearly now, as he muttered underneath the velveted soft breath " F.. Fuck ". He had not expected this from the king, even though they had tested and teased each other to a point, that may would have driven people insane. " Maybe " he answered teasingly, with a smirk across his face, before he teasingly said " Now, dont mark me with any hickey´s. I´m not your´s just yet ". He chuckled lighthearted as he meant it in a joke, of course Nathaniel would never do that, as he looked up at the king, before his body almost froze, as he felt the hand glide down his body, leaving him to grasp at the sand with his fingers, digging into nothingness almost, as there where nothing to hold onto, as he leaned his head a little back, by the sudden pleasure he felt coursing through him, as his eyes fluttered close for a brief moment, while his tongue glided effortless over his own half swallon lips, from the intense kiss earlier on, as they were not used to even being touch in that manner. He gasped softly, as he felt Nathaniel press himself against him, leaving him breathless.

A somewhat boyish smile prided the king’s lips, as he made the advisor mutter under his breath. The kisses continued; teasing the young siren about what the king on top of him actually would consider doing, if it was in his interest. The ‘maybe’ made him release a deep sound from his throat; almost frustrated. He couldn’t blame the guy, however. With little to no experience, it would be hard to accept such a position. ‘’So, if I marked you, you would be mine?’’ he asked; his French accent bursting through his words, as his desire had taken a toll on him, making it hard for him to speak with no accept at all.
What happened after that made Nathaniel chuckle softly against the young man’s skin, as his kisses wandered further and further down Basile’s naked torso. His hand came into play, as he started stroking Basile’s member ever so carefully; still with the boxers separating them. Nathaniel’s breathing had calmed down, giving him all the control over the situation that he could want. Right now, it was merely a question of how far he wanted to go with this - did he want the advisor to be more than just that? He wasn’t so sure as of yet. Maybe Basile could convince him otherwise.

Basile sighed blissfully, as he muttered a softly spoken " Yes " to the marking, but he never expected the king to actually take him up on his words, as he knew the position he was in, but one could always blaim it on his own promiscuous nature. He smiled at the feeling of Nathaniel´s softly kisses, but more so, as he heard and felt the king´s breath, as it followed with a chuckle, leaving himself to chuckle lighthearted and almost breathless with him, as he let out a long hold back gasp, fading into a longful moan, as he felt the hand stroke his already more than willing member.

He waited for the right oppotunity, as he turned them around, leaving himself on top of Nathaniel, as he had used all his strength to push the king to the side, only to leave himself on top of him, as he pressed his member against the king´s ass, only for himself to lean down on top of him, hands quickly grasping the king´s wrist, so he could place them on the side, instead over the top of his head, as he himself was between Nathaniel´s leg, laying over the torso, letting skin touch skin.. but he wasn´t nearly as tall or long armed as Nathaniel, to be able to hold his hands over the top of Nathaniel´s head.. as he was in a bad position for that.

He looked into the king´s eyes, with such desire, before he leaned down over his body, kissed his neck ever so softly, almost leaving a mark on the skin, as he leaned up to whisper into the king´s ear " Would you like to know what i dislike the most.... Undecisive people ", as he had said those words, he pulled away from Nathaniel with a gleam in his eye, and a smile dominating the soft lips, that had turned a light shade of red to them, as he said " i dont have time for games ". With those words, he turned, as he walked once more up towards the house. He wasn´t angry or sad, he just smiled, as he had gotten what he had desired in that moment.

Spoiled rotten. That was the only thing Nathaniel could describe Basile like, the moment Basile had decided to turn them around and locked Nathaniel into place. Quite a feat, actually, considering that Nathaniel both was stronger, taller and less intoxicated than Basile. As Basile leaned down and whispered into Nathaniel’s ear, indirectly calling Nathaniel undecisive, Nathaniel grinded his teeth. The feeling of Basile against his ass made him look at those silver eyes, before the most crude comment left his lips and Basile left Nathaniel on his back, in the sand. He stayed there for a moment, allowing Basile to return to the house. All of a sudden, he felt cold. Every little spec of heat had left his body, together with the arousal. Instead, Nathaniel sat up and looked out over the water for a moment, whilst he breathed in deeply. This was what made Nathaniel decide that it was about time they returned to the estate. He needed to get a grip on himself; stopping those aroused thoughts of his.
He got on his feet and picked up his t-shirt. He shook it free from most of the sand, before he pulled it on. He then walked back to the house, only to get his jacket. ‘’We’re leaving.’’ He said, his voice returned to normal; announcing that it was the king speaking, and not an aroused Nathaniel. He pulled on his jacket, only to leave the house once more, to walk back to the car.

When he returned to the house, he suddenly felt alot more sober than he had felt when leaving the house to go to the beach with Nathaniel. He smiled, as he picked up the cans, closed the door, before he heard the door open, as he smiled towards him. His face dropped a little, as he heard the more.. normal tone of voice, as he gave a short nod, before he said " As you wish. My king ". He then walked over with the can´s, put them in a bag and then tied it, before he placed it in the trash, not because they were to be trashed with normal carbage, he wasnt a savage.. but because it wouldn´t stink the house, and then they could get someone or Nathaniel could retreave them himself, if he wanted too. He got his pants on, before he looked around a little, as he found his shirt and took it on, before he said " I´m just gonna run down and grab my shirt ".

He walked past Nathaniel, as he walked out the door, having gotten on his shoes, as he ran down to the beached, retreaved his shirt, before he came back, as he smiled and walked to the car, before he looked at it a little, as he said " You know what, it´s such a lovely day. I think i will walk home, unless you need me for something right here and now? ". He stood there, waiting to hear his answer, with the same smirk on his lips as always, before he took forward his phone, as he was ready to put some music on, for the walk home, if Nathaniel would let him.

Nathaniel had little interest in actually talking about what had happened. Nathaniel knew that in all of this, he would have to return and talk to Noelle about what had happened… He already felt the hard slap across his cheek. As Basile said he was going to get his shirt, Nathaniel simply replied with ‘’if you must,’’, before he continued walking towards the car.
‘’Do as you please, Le Montt. I expect you back within nightfall.’’ Nathaniel simply said, before he unlocked the car and placed himself behind the wheel. He wasn’t going to tell Basile that what he had done was something utterly unacceptable. No, that wouldn’t be fair. Basile had hardly meant any offense when he did as he did, but Nathaniel still felt somewhat offended. He needed to calm down, go home and simply… get to work. Any work that required Basile’s guidance would have to wait.

Basile had left the day after the incident with Nathaniel. Not as much because it had happened, but more because he felt weird after it had. He had noticed how he suddenly made people and also himself feel sometimes. He had seeked refugee at his own house in France, but he knew he couldn´t stay away from from his duties for long. He sighed, as he once again landed in the airport, but this time he had given no warning as to coming home some days before he had said. He felt like he could control whatever the HELL was happening to him, at least to a minimal, as he walked to get a cap.

He took his bag over his back, as he walked inside the house, only to made a short gesture with a nod to the servants, as he walked straight to his room, only to lay the bag on the floor, as he sighed and once again laid himself down in the soft bed. He sighed, as he looked up into the ceiling. He hadn´t heard a THING about what had happened to Nathaniel.. but he also knew he had to talk to him. He took off his clothing, as he laid himself underneath the duvet, before he fell asleep, since it was early in the morning, as in the sun JUST beginning to shine. His power pulsated a little around him, making the pheromones stronger, and his body a little sensitive, as he just laid there.. sleeping more than heavy, as he hadnt slept like this for almost a week.. just feeling at home actually.

Whatever had happened between Basile and Nathaniel had taken the backseat compared to what had happened right after. He had invited his best friend out to eat pizza and drown themselves in wine, to get away from their lives for a moment. A chaotic evening, where Nathaniel had ended up killing a man, kissing his best friend and admitting to his wife that he loved her. He sighed, as he sat by his desk in the early hours of the morning, trying to hold a pencil in his hand. The muscles didn’t react at all, which meant that even if he was able to hold the pencil between his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to move it across the paper. He rubbed his face in frustration, before he tried once more - no luck. Once more - no luck. Over and over, he repeated the action of using his healthy hand to place the numb one on the table; placing a pencil between his fingers and move the pencil with no help from the healthy hand. He felt the frustration built in him, as he continued. He had yet to sleep. Then, he had had enough. In one big motion he’d sweep everything off his disk; paperweights, notes, pencils, ink jars and pens; making a big mess and a loud commotion, before he hammered the healthy hand against the naked desk whilst grinding his teeth as to not let out a outburst of anger and pain - seeing as his arm still had not healed at all, which made it hurt terribly still. The upper arm was wrapped in a clean white bandage - mostly to keep the shredded muscle from falling apart, whilst Nathaniel was dressed in a pair of sweats and nothing else - leaving his torso naked.

Basile instantly woke up, as he heard the commotion, before he got out of bed, taking the white summer sheet around his hips, as he hurried to ooen the door into Nathaniel's room, panting after his breath, as he looked over towards Nathaniel, as he almost yelled " Dont give me such a fright!. You fucking asshole!?! " the words just slipped right out of his mouth, as he looked at Nathaniel with a stunned look, before he instantly followed with an " I-I.. my deepest apologize my king.. i didnt mean it like that.. I ". He looked up at Nathaniel and then his arm.. not thinking of his power or anything, as he walked up to him, before saying " What happened with your arm?.. " he looked worried at him.

The first thing he noticed was the yelling Basile presented. Then, it was the words. Rather an asshole than a cripple… He didn’t answer, yet he stopped slamming the poor desk as Basile entered the room. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself just a little before he turned to look at Basile. ‘’I see you have returned.’’ Nathaniel said; his voice trembling with sheer frustration. ‘’Some mutt took a bite.’’ He said, vastly understating the whole thing. He looked straight at Basile’s piercing silver eyes. He stood up from the chair, which proved to be rather difficult with only one arm. ‘’Next time you decide to leave like that, it better be for good. What use are you, when you go away whenever I need you!?’’ Nathaniel snarled - yet it was painfully obvious that the anger wasn’t directed at Basile at all, but more the vulnerability Nathaniel felt as he couldn’t use his arm at all.
He shook his head, before he decided fighting with Basile did little to help him in any way. He then simply sat back down and looked at the mess he had created in a fit of rage - feeling slightly sorry for the servants who would have to clean it up later.

Basile looked at him with a raised brow, as he said in confusion " A mutt?. What ". He didn´t understand it at all, as he hadnt heard the story. He looked at him for a moment, as he then took a step back, as he felt the rage pour over him from Nathaniel. He looked rather stern back at him, as he said " What!?. I didnt JUST leave!, and how dare you! ". His voice calming down, when he heard the word need. He tilted his head a little, as he said " Your arm.. its.. ". He could see the limpness in it, as he looked at Nathaniel with such a tender look, but still with a lingering irritation, as he wasnt just about to treat him differently, because of his new disability, but.. he still felt a sting to his heart. " You could have told me.. or better yet, why get angry at me. I´m only a politics and business advisor, werent i?.. so.. i dont ".

He sighed, as he looked at him, before he started to fasten the sheet around his hips, as he started to clean up the mess that Nathaniel had made, which resulted in black ind running down his arm, as he sighed, before getting it all up on the table, as he said " You really know how to make a mess of everything ". He turned shortly to look at Nathaniel, before he asked " So.. is there something you want to talk about.. now that you woke me from my beauty sleep? ". His powers started to slowly spike, as he had felt such emotion run through him, and the sight of Nathaniel.. had not made it any easier, well.. except for the arm, but he still looked good, even as a victim. He moved a little more away from Nathaniel, hoping he wouldn´t end up making him feel or smell anything, as he said " If not, i will go back to my sleep ". He tried to control his breath.. tried to make his emotions calm down.. as he had felt like that was the reason for the spikes.. and uncontrollable powers.. some he didnt even understand himself yet.

“My arm, Basile, is fucking useless!” The siren snarled quietly - wanting to throw things across the room, but that would surely not render anything useful either.
He saw the tenderness in the advisor’s eyes, and although he was used to people feeling pity for him when the got to know about his arm, he felt like hiding away like the cripple he was. He grinned his teeth, swallowing hard, as Basile then decided to bring up the why in Nathaniel needing him during such a situation.
“I can’t write, Basile. I can’t even sign my own name any longer.” He said, looking at the mess he had made, wondering if he needed to take a break from it all and get away... he sighed, before he rubbed his face a little with his good hand. “You are hired as my advisor, but I would like to be able to consider you my confidante as well. It is hard to confide in you when you are not here.” He explained, before he saw how Basile began to clean up the king’s messes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you... you can go back to bed,” he said. Right now, he simply wanted to wallow in self pity and ask the kitchen staff to bring him a cup of coffee, so that he could learn to drink coffee with the other hand. Such simple things in life had turned into a pain, making him grind his teeth once more. He was so tired of it all...

Basile looked shortly over towards the siren, as he sighed when he heard the words. " I´m sorry for my absence. It wont happen again your highness ". He felt like they had become way too close.. them all that was. He sighed, as he looked at the flooring and carpet, before he walked into the bathroom, to get some water on some paper, before he brough it into the room, as he started to clean the stains so much he could, as he said " Fine ". He got up once again, as he looked at Nathaniel, before he said " I will do as you ask. So if you really want me to stay instead and actually talk with you and maybe make a plan for recovery, then i will stay, but if you want me to go to bed, then i will do as you ask ".

He looked at him with a neutral expression, as he trashed the toilet paper, before he looked over at him, waiting. If he said bed, then he would do so, but if he actually wanted him there, then he would sit down, and ask him to start from scratch, how it happened, and how bad it was, not in how crippled he was, but how deep the bite had been, as he could gather so much, and if he didn´t want to talk about that, that would be fine also.

Nathaniel, who always had prided himself with being independent - never needing anyone to help him in any way, shape or form - now sat with a hand placed over his mouth as he thought to himself. He had told Basile to go to bed, which would probably be the best thing for both of them; sleep. However, he did feel the need to talk to someone who had not known neither Nate nor Ellery… No. He shouldn’t confuse the relationship between employer and employed with being friends. What had happened to him was his own mistake, which he had to deal with without dragging Basile even further down into his chaotic life.
‘’Just… Go to bed.’’ Nathaniel finally said, before he looked at his arm shortly. It stung like crazy where Vivil had patched him up. He sighed. ‘’Maybe I should do the same.’’ He said, before he got on his feet - rather troubled - before he walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. ‘’I’m sorry for waking you up.’’ Nathaniel then said, without looking at Basile. He felt like a dickhead for not just giving in to the proposed friendship. It would just make matters worse.

Basile looked at him a little, as he stood in the door, before he sighed, as he clenched his hand around the frame of the door, so his knockles almost became white for a moment, as he pressed his teeth together, trying to keep it in, but he just couldn´t. He felt like he failed at everything.. everyone.. like each time something nice happened, then he turned around.. at the beach house.. why didn´t he just continue with him.. why did he always run away. He turned, as he looked at Nathaniel, before he walked over towards him, slowly.. as he gently placed a hand on his should, as he took him into an embrace, no words no nothing. He could ALWAYS push him away, push him aside, but he wanted to be there for him, he didn´t love him.. but he felt something for him.. something between them he couldn´t explain and it was probably.. or was one sided, and he was fine with that. He had been scared so many times, always walking out on people. " I´m not going, not this time ". He held him, if he would let him.. but he would have to be stern and push him away.. not before.. would he let go of him, as he sat there at his side, gently stroking his hair, as he just.. embraced him, watching out for the arm of course.

Nathaniel didn’t like to appear vulnerable or weak. In that moment, it was all he could think about; how he was crippled and wounded. He wanted to yell, just to react, but as Basile walked over to him and pulled him carefully into an embrace, Nathaniel had to use all his might not to feel the growing lump in his throat suffocating him.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he said. Not a command, but a plead. He asked, because he wasn’t able to order anything as they just sat there. The stroking of his hair made him turn his head away, as to not look at Basile. He was like a wounded animal at this point; uncomfortable with the pity and frustrated about the fact that he had no way of telling Basile how he felt.
“You... you spoke of a piano, back at the beach house. If I make sure you get one, would you play for me sometime? I already miss the music..” he mumbled, before he reached up and stopped Basile’s hand from stroking his hair. Had he told Basile about his need for drowning the silence in his head with music? He was sure of that, but... had he? Suddenly, he wasn’t completely sure.

He slowly let go of the embrace around him, as he stopped stroking his hair, before he looked at him with a concerned expression, as he turned his head a little, as to give him enough space, so he didnt feel uncomfortable. He sighed softly, as he placed his hands folded underneath his own chin, and the elbows against his knees, as he leaned a little forward, before starring out into nothingness with the silver grey eyes.
He shortly looked over towards Nathaniel, with a gentle smile, as he said " Always. I can play whatever you want me too. We could also play duet together, i can teach you, with just one hand, if that isnt your dominant hand.. or just play for you. Whatever you want from me Nathaniel, i will do so. Not out of pity or responsabilities, but because i actually care for you ". He looked at him with such a tender gaze, as he softly stroke his chin, as to guide his gaze to his, if he didnt fight it, before he placed a hand on his shoulder, as he said " I will stay by your side and help you. I promise you, i will find a way to help you gain movement again.. and if not, then i will help you with whatever you want me too. Always ".

‘’You speak as if it mattered if it was from pity, duty or free will. It doesn’t,’’ Nathaniel mumbled, trying to keep an emotional distance to Basile. He liked Basil, no doubt there. He just didn’t want to get attached to him, since he had made it very clear he didn’t like indecisive people, and that he didn’t play games. Nathaniel sighed quietly. ‘’You should get back to bed.’’ He then said, before he looked at Basile for a moment. ‘’Your own bed, that is,’’. It sounded harsh, but it was for the joined best for them. He couldn’t handle Basile’s intense emotional range, when Nathaniel’s seemed to be like a teaspoon’s compared to it.
‘’Lock the door when you leave,’’ he then said, before he got up from the edge of the bed, to go change the bandage before he would try to get some shuteye. Vivil would show up later to take a look at his arm, and he didn’t want her to think he didn’t take care of his wounds like she had ordered him to. He walked over to his own bathroom, opening the door with his healthy hand. It felt so wrong! He grinded his teeth before he then walked in and turned on the tab with ice cold water.

Basile looked shocked at Nathaniel, before he said " No. I wont. Nathaniel i havent been honest with you. The thing i said at the beach, you have been acting weird ever since, and i dont know if its because of what i said or did, but.. i didnt mean it.. i.. i was a little confused yes, but.. i want you, i wanted you then and i still want you, but i felt ashamed.. i thought of the queen and your feelings.. and by doing so.. i think i hurted you.. ". He felt vulnerable, as he said this.. while looking at him. He walked over to him, as he would take a gentle grip around his neck, before leaning up to his lips.. if he would take him, with the words " I wont pull away ever again.. ". If he rejected him this time.. when he would let him be.. he would never ever try anything again.. as he would see it as a rejecrion, as Nathaniel being disgusted by him.

It mattered little what Nathaniel had just said to the advisor. Basile seemed to have little regard for that part of the conversation which didn’t leaned in his own favor, which told Nathaniel exactly what he needed to know; Basile would never be able to advise the king in political or business related affairs, since he didn’t even manage to distinguish between his king needs, wants and orders.
He allowed the kiss, remaining silent right up to their lips locked together. The kiss was a primal instinct; a desire to just react a little bit to all the tension between them. Then, he broke off the kiss and pulled away just enough to look at the advisor’s face.
‘’I don’t care, Basile,’’ He said, looking straight at the advisor. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. ‘’First, I shared personal information with you - which you didn’t care to handle gracefully at all. Then, I tried to show interest in you - which you didn’t seem to mind at first. When things don’t go the way you want them, you act out.’’ Nathaniel said, narrowing his eyes.
‘’You didn’t hurt me. You turned me on and gave me blue balls. You tried to dominate me and when I showed you that I wasn’t interested in that shit, you mocked me and left without notice! And now you try to tell me that you’ll never leave me again? How am I to ever trust that?! How am I to ever believe that you are capable of putting the Circle or me first, when all you’ve done so far has been for pleasing yourself?’’ Nathaniel turned off the faucet without looking away from Basile.
‘’Now, you have a choice to make. Either you stop acting out and start following orders, or you resign with leave at the end of the month. I have neither time nor energy to keep playing this game of yours,’’ he said, his voice stern unlike his pained multicolored eyes.