#azcien

Azcien? Luzriel? 🥴

Summary: Lucien always prided himself on three things: being attractive, eloquent, and agile. Unfortunately, none of those qualities were any help when he accidentally broke his attractive—and moody—coworker’s favorite mug. With Azriel out for the day, Lucien had exactly twenty-four hours to fix the problem. Surely he could find an identical replacement… right?

THERE YOU GO! Thank you so much for the ask!

A/B/O - AZCIEN | Who would have thought that Chores could be this fun?

The stare-off was intense. One on one side of the bed, one on the other. Eyes fixed on eyes as they waited patiently for the other one to give up. Unfortunately for Lucien, that wasn't going to happen. Who was foolish enough to start a stare-off competition with none other than the Spymaster of the Night Court.

Something tickled his neck and despite his best efforts he was forces to flinch.

"Ah. There. You lost." barked Azriel before throwing the pile of fresh sheets towards him.

"You cheated!" answered Lucien, making a show of being enraged, but really finding the whole thing hilarious. "After insisting we should mode from the House of Wind and find ourselves a place where we can have privacy" he kept going in a mocking tone that really didn't resemble Azriel's voice at all, ariquoting here and there with the only free hand he had.

Azriel crossed his arms on his chest, making the biceps bulge a bit. As if it wasn't enough that he was bare-chested and freshly showered. Droplets of water fallen from his hair bejewelled his shoulder and Lucien had to bite back the need tp lick them. His omega always looked delicious. "Did you seriously want to be constantly walked in? Do I have to worry?"

"At this point I don't even care - I hate that we have to clean and do our own bed, change the sheets, clean the kitchen…"

"Now you're making things up. Neither of us cooks," scoffed Az. "We wouldn't have to change the sheets so much if you have a bit of self control."

"I would have more self control if you weren't such a bratty omega," retorted Lucien.

"What can I say, it's in my nature," shrugged Az, before raching out and hand, a silent offering for help. "And you love it."

He was right. It was in his nature to be the brattiest, but also a bit of a habit, born from the years spent hiding his nature in a world where he had to be strong, unwavering and aggressive. It would never go away, but at least he knew Lucien would always take care of him. No one, hearing about the fearsome Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, would ever think of him as an omega, not with the bulk of his muscle or the fame as a merciless lover he'd built over the years, but it was the truth. It had been a shock when they'd found themselves on a diplomatic mission together and Lucien had felt his scent for the first time. It was in that occasion that he'd discovered not only his nature, but also how he'd built all his lies.

"I do love it, and yes, privacy it's nice. I don't like the idea of someone else seeing you that way," said Lucien with a smirk.

His olive skin blushed near his rounded ears. "Not that that my… status is a secret for any of them."

"No, it isn't. But as your alpha only I get to have that way. Do you think I want other alphas like Feyre, or Cassian or Rhysand to see you when you get all whimpery and bonless with me? Would you enjoy being seen like that? Are you going to be bratty about that, too?"

"I don't know," teased back Az, flaring his wings a bit in a defiant way. "Do you want me to?"

Lucien left the bedsheet where it was and put both hands on the mattress, leaning down a bit, already sensing the shift in his partner's scent. "You said you know I love it. I don't think you want to make your alpha beg." The power in his voice made Az shiver but he didn't put enough force into it to compel him. It was true: he liked it when he played hard to get.

Az answered, mimicking his pose. "No begging, but you'll still have to ask. Nicely."

"And what if I really do ask?"

"If you ask nicely, we will finish making the bed and then ruin it again."

"This is going to be an endless cycle, if I get this turned on while doing chores," chuckled Lucien, before grabbing blindly for a pillow to finish making the bed. "Didn't know you were into that."

Az chuckled too, but it did not ease the tension. "It doesn't help that you've been staring at my chest the whole time, you're not sublte as you think."

I’m picturing Az begging Lucien to thrust harder while Lucien pins Az’s arms above his head and Lucien’s long hair brushes against Az’s sensitive wings and makes Az writhe in pleasure.