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Swain felt happier than ever, even though he wasn’t smiling until his cheeks hurt he was still happy, in his own way of course. At least the man no longer had the usual frown on his face, in fact he abandoned that frown for a long time, only soft and gentle expressions were present on his face and the reason for so much contentment could not be anything other than that young assassin who unassumingly entered her life.
Not everyone knew about Swain’s relationship with the youngest of the Du Couteaus, quite the contrary, at most who knew about it were the employees who worked at Swain’s house, guards, cooks, cleaning girls or healers. Especially because those mentioned couldn’t not know about the relationship not so secretly, because as what they had developed, Talon began to attend Swain’s mansion more and more. At first, the cleaning girls only saw traces that someone had spent the night with the great General, at the time they even thought it could be LeBlanc again, but after some gossip with the soldiers, they discovered that it was not even a woman.
After a while, it was no longer a secret that Talon was the one sneaking in through the General’s bedroom window – as if the reinforcement of soldiers didn’t see a murderer sneaking into the room they were supposed to protect every night and were with arms crossed in case they didn’t know what it was about --. But it came as a surprise when Talon showed up at the breakfast table and Swain asked that no questions be asked—and later a brief warning of what would happen if anyone said anything to people outside the household, but it wasn’t like anyone needed to. Be warned not to tell the great General’s secrets, they all had sense in their heads --.
So Talon’s presence began to be more and more common, to the point that his brand was already present in some parts of the house. Such as a towel kept especially for the young man, his clothes folded and tucked away carefully in Swain’s drawers – something about Swain having set aside some parts of his wardrobe just for his lover’s garments -, a toothbrush tucked away in the Jericho’s bathroom drawer—a toothbrush in Talon’s favorite color—and even a robe that Swain had ordered to fit the young assassin’s exact measurements.
Although everything was very transparent from the doors of Swain’s Mansion inwards, from the outside no one had any idea. Swain felt bad sometimes for reminding himself that he was lying down and loving his best friend’s son. In fact, the great General of Noxus didn’t know if Marcus already knew or suspected, but anyway he didn’t know if he would ever have the courage to look in the face of the one he considers as a brother and tell the truth, tell him that he is doing sinful things with his brother. Youngest, that despite being quite big, Swain still knew that he was daddy’s little boy, the only one that brought pride to Marcus. And now they were where they were, Swain humming around his kitchen, bottle of wine in hand as he searched for his favorite glassware. Jericho had dismissed most of his staff that day, he usually did that, leaving only the soldiers, but they were all on guard outside. Sometimes, Swain got irritated with the excess of people who worked in his house, Marcus always convinced him that his house was too big and he couldn’t keep it alone, as much as it was true, Swain still didn’t like it.
For example, now that he needed his glass bowls he couldn’t find them, because everything was moved! Swain snorted, he had to find those damned bowls soon, he didn’t have time for that, he had a lovely young man freshly bathed and only in a bathrobe waiting for him in his room, probably wrapped in Swain’s favorite red sheets, which made everything so much worse. More and more exciting. Jericho grunted with glee when he finally managed to find his favorite glasses. The man hurried to get what he needed and headed upstairs to finally have his love in his arms. Jericho sighed deeply when he felt the good aroma that came from his room at the end of the corridor, which made him practically enchanted and followed the smell hypnotically to the door of his room, and then found his charm sitting on the bed with his back to him.
“Baby?” Swain couldn’t contain the smile that grew on his face. The image of Talon sprawled across his bed, his hair damp and his robe purposefully slipping over his shoulder made Swain shiver in every way. “I thought you weren’t coming anymore” Talon suppressed a smile but his eyes were still brimming with desire. “I beg your pardon, I came as fast as I could, but those damned cups prevented me from enjoying your love earlier.” Swain left the glasses and the bottle of wine on the small table beside his bed, the man propped himself with both knees on the bed and glided to his lover. Talon flinched even as Swain’s strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to his chest. The boy let out a light chuckle when he felt the older man’s lips meet his neck several times, going down and down, alternating between the shoulder until he reached the collarbone, or as far as he could reach in that region. “ You smell so good.” Swain murmured between his small kisses against the other’s skin.
“Especially for you.” Talon sighed as Swain switched from tender kisses to hickeys. Swain stopped his suckling session against Talon’s skin as Talon turned to connect their lips. Their bodies swayed with the slight urge to taste each other, one of Swain’s arms still around Talon’s waist while the other rested on the younger’s jaw. “Swain.” Talon sighed heavily after the intense kiss. Swain looked away from Talon’s mouth and into Talon’s eyes. “Yes love?” “I love you.” Swan smiled. “I love you too.” Having a relationship with his best friend’s son without his knowledge seemed pretty bad character, but it wasn’t like Swain cared right now.