Azazel had his face buried in the blankets as he cried and when Nikolai came into the room the sobbing turned to sniffles, then silence. Nikolai sat behind him and rubbed his back. Azazel just curled up tighter around the tangle of blankets.
“That little joke of yours wasn’t fucking funny.” Azazel mumbled into the blankets. “You call me that again and I’ll make you regret it.”
“Back to threats again?” Nikolai sighed. “I came to apologize.”
“Stop fucking up and you wouldn’t have to apologize.” Azazel leapt up and kicked Nikolai back into the wall before he pounced on him and punched through the plaster beside his head. His bright golden eyes now black and swirling with anger. “Do you have any idea the things I could do to you? How easy it would be to have my way with you? Hurt you, humiliate you?”
“Are you going to lash out like this every time I make a mistake?” Nikolai moved to touch Azazel face but faster then he could react Azazel had his claws dug deep into his wrist. “That’s the second time today you’ve refused me.”
“I’m not refusing you anything!” Azazel screamed at Nikolai as he grabbed him by the hair. “I’m trying to protect you and you insult me. You pick fights with people I have no way of fighting. You are going to get me and Bezer killed because you don’t know when to shut up.”
Nikolai was silenced by the words. He had been selfish and as Azazel fell against him sobbing, Nikolai couldn’t find the words to console him. There was no way to defend his behavior. He had been putting them at risk and there was no way to apologize for it.
“If you want answers I will get them for you.” Azazel curled beside Nikolai and pulled the vampires arms around him. “Stop fucking with Watchers, and don’t ever mock me again for what I’ve given you.”
“I didn’t mean to mock you.” Nikolai slid down the bed so he could look Azazel in the face. “What I said was cruel and I am sorry, but can you really hold that against me? Do you think the things you said were any kinder?”
“You call me master again and it wont be the things I say you need to worry about.” Azazel’s eyes still swirled with black but were beginning to calm. “I’ll just give you a taste of what it would mean for you.”
“Azazel, if it will stop your tears you can do whatever you want to me. If you are unhappy with how I keep you…” Nikolai was interrupted by the warmth of Azazel’s mouth against his own and then the taste of blood ended the conversation completely. They only parted when Bezer and Svetlana returned.
“You are right.” Azazel slid from the bed smiling. “He is hiding something, but you can’t force a secret from him. Just give me time and I will figure it out.”
“Sneaking around will make him just as angry.” Nikolai noticed the mess Azazel had made of his hair and grabbed a brush on the way out of the room. “Stay out of trouble.”
“He will be expecting me to dig around.” Azazel followed Nikolai to the living room and smiled at the girls. “It makes the game more fun for him. In the meantime you work on your etiquette.”
“I will.” Nikolai smiled as Bezer snatched the brush from him and pulled him to the couch. Svetlana turned on the TV and rested her head in his lap as Bezer brushed through his hair and Azazel sat in front of Nikolai munching on the snacks Bezer had returned with. Nikolai had never been so glad for the television and it’s ability to distract people as he wrestled with his thoughts.