“You know,” Thom said later
that evening as he and Keegan left the club, “Darius is actually the first of
your people I’ve met, other than Alasdair of course. I don’t know why, but for
some reason I thought all of you were Gaelic.”
“If that were true there
would be hardly any of us, since Gaels are notoriously good and kind people and
devout non-sinners, me being the obvious exception.”
Thom rolled his eyes. “Yeah,
right. So, are you actually going to meet up with him somewhere?”
“I rather expect I shall, if
for no other reason than to make certain he leaves you alone.”
“Come on, Keegan, he
wouldn’t really try to mess with me would he?”
Keegan stopped walking,
turning to put his hands on Thom’s shoulders. “His sin was sowing discord among
brethren. Even now he likes nothing more than to stir up trouble, which in
certain circumstances comes in useful. This is not one of them. As I said, I’ll
make certain he doesn’t bother you.”
Thom nodded, his mind
flashing back to the last time someone had ‘bothered’ him, and he shuddered.
Keegan immediately wrapped him in a tight embrace.
“He’s not like them, mo ghrá.
He might try to separate us, if he’s in the mood, but that would be the worst
of it.”
“The worst?” Thom looked at
him. “I can’t think of anything more horrible than loosing you.”
“Thomas Aloysius Mulloy, how
many times will I have to tell you, that will not happen,” Keegan said firmly.
“Forever Keegan o Broin,
because hearing it makes my heart stand still and then beat with joy.” He took
Keegan’s hand, placing it over his heart.
“So I see.” Keegan smiled
softly as he threaded his other hand through Thom’s hair, tugging enough to
bring his lips within kissing distance. “Is breá liom tú,
Thom.”
“Damn, you two, get a room
as they say.”
Keegan looked over Thom’s
shoulder to see Darius standing there, his arm around the waist of a barely
legal twink. “Night, Darius,” he muttered before going back to what he’d
started, kissing Thom thoroughly for several moments, savoring his passionate
response.
Therefore, he missed the
hateful look Darius shot at Thom before turning swiftly around, causing his
companion to give a small cry of surprise as he stumbled forward. “Keep up, or
go home,” Darius hissed, striding away.
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Is breá liom tú – I love you
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