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Always the good stuff – Nevada always bought the finest wines, though it seemed a bit a waste of money when he spilled it all down his front. Angel was sitting alone on the bed, his feet dangling over the edge, wine pooling in his lap before he stood up.

It dripped down his chest, down his legs – the whole goblet upturned on himself, and he bit his lip and tossed it to the ground.

Nevada was still off, somewhere, leaving Angel alone with warning not to leave the room. But he'd been gone most of the day, and Angel was through with all the wine. Drunk and bored and ready to go out searching for a refill, if not for Nevada.

There was a robe – it was Nevada's, he could tell because it was neatly hung on the bedpost – and Angel snatched it down to wrap around himself before he stalked across the room, and threw open the door. He hadn't even stepped past the threshold when he was met with a solid weight of another body against his.

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Fine wine was a waste on any whore, but Nevada hadn’t taken an interest an ordinary one. He wasn’t a man who went for ordinary. As the eldest of the Lannister children, he was entitled to the best. Angel happened to be the best, according to him. No one else knew about him though. He was his little secret—the plaything he hid for himself. Ah, but being the best didn’t make him extraordinary. No. It was his blood, his heritage as a Targeryen that did.

And he was prettier than any woman, so pretty Nevada didn’t want another to look upon him. Not to mention his father would have the Targeryen removed from his possession. Rumors still managed to spread around and his father might have caught wind of them. He kept Nevada busy throughout the day so he couldn’t return to his room as often as he’d liked. It made him suspicious but Angel was always right where he left him. He knew better.

Yet, as he stepped back into his room to visit his little pet, he was met with a slight collision that wasn’t what he expected. The blonde’s arms weren’t thrown around him with kissing moving up his neck. No, it was just a rough meeting of bodies that made Nevada step back. “Where do you think you are going, Angel?” He questioned. That was his robe the whore was wearing! Were those stains wine? How dare he soil his good clothes, had he no class?

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Angel gasped when he felt the collision, stumbling back a little, and he felt a rush of relief to see it was Nevada. Maybe he shouldn't have been relieved – he had made a mess in his room – but there were worse people in the castle to find him here.

Nevada had a soft spot for him, anyways. Angel wasn't clever by any stretch of the imagination, but even he could tell that much. He wasn't afraid.

His robe was big, it hung baggy on Angel's frame, wet in patches where the wine had soaked through. "No more wine." He answered simply, reaching up to rub at an eye drowsily.

"You were gone all day." He added in protest. Nevada wasn't always his company of choice, but he was better than no company at all.

He couldn't have honestly expected Angel to sit alone in his room and behave himself – he knew Angel better than that. Not if he ran out of wine, at least.

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Despite his obvious displeasure, Nevada never could stay mad at his pretty little captive. He was fonder of him than he wanted to admit. Angel knew it without it needing to be said. Nevada was just relieved to finally be back in his company, a fact that showed in the tender way he wrapped his arms around the blonde and pressed his lips to the curve of his neck. “Not by choice,” He whispered inches from the blonde’s collar, breath warming his sticky skin.

He moved up to kiss Angel’s lips long and deep, but he stopped before it went any further and pushed Angel back into the room. The door slammed shut behind them, “Go wash yourself, you stink of wine.” Moving towards the bed, he ripped off the wine soaked sheets and used it to mop anything that had spilled on the floor. “More wine ends up on the bed and floor than in you. Do you not know how to get it in your mouth? Or do I have to show you again?”

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Nevada couldn't even pretend to be upset for long, and Angel grinned at the tickle of breathe on his skin, slinging his arms around Nevada's neck and kissing him back, hard.

They were standing in the doorway, where anyone might see them in passing, but Nevada was the only one who cared enough to break away. Angel pouted, stumbling inside and making for the table that held the wine before he remembered that he'd run dry.

He watched Nevada mopping up his mess, a smile emerging as he fumbled with the ties of the robe until it fell open. He crossed to Nevada. "You love the way I stink of wine." He teased, taking him by the hand and pulling him onto the bed. The servants could clean, later.

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Wine perfumed Angel’s skin and breath. The spilt wine always lingered in his room as well, no matter how much his servants scrubbed the floor. It had seeped into every crack it could by now. Once, it had bothered him. Now it only reminded him of Angel. He liked being reminded of him. Nevada stopped trying to mop up the puddle of alcohol and let Angel pull him onto the bed. His hands moved to tangle their fingers in Angel’s sticky tousled hair.

The night did not last as long as he would have liked. If he had his way, he lay tangled in the bed sheets and Angel’s arms for days. But he never had his way. He rose from bed early while Angel still slept. He tried to take silent steps on his way out, but the discarded sheets he’d used to mop up wine tangled in his feet and made noise enough to wake even Angel, who often slept so deep little could rouse him from his dreams. He cursed with a glance to the bed.

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Angel slept most of the day, with little else to do. He was used to waking up alone with Nevada's warmth long gone, but it felt earlier than usual when the noise stirred him from sleep. He sat up with a sleepy groan, to see Nevada – on his way out.

He had a headache, he was up too early, he was in a bad mood. "Where are you going?" Truth be told, Angel didn't really care where Nevada went, only that he'd be gone the whole day, probably. Only that he'd be left alone the whole day.

"You keep me like a pet but you don't even stay long enough to enjoy me." Angel wrinkled his nose.

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“Go back to sleep,” ordered the silver-and-teal haired Lannister. Angel was his property, yet he rarely listened to anything he was told aside from the specific command for him to never leave the room. Even then, he often tried to disobey when he grew impatient enough. “There will be wine brought for you at the usual time. Do not...” He trailed off when Angel began to speak again. He would love nothing more than to enjoy his Targeryen pet but he was purposely kept away.

“You know I would not leave if I had a choice.” Nevada turned fully to face Angel. “Would you have me disobey my father? He may come looking for me if I do not arrive on time and discover you. You know how he feels about whores and Targeryens.” The last thing he wanted was for his father to find out about Angel, no matter how much he’d prefer to disobey the man and proudly show off his prize. But he couldn’t. His father was a dangerous and powerful man.

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