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Nyx

House was having a rough day. Not only had one of the poison antidotes he'd been working on turned out to be a dismal failure this morning (just ask the dead squirrel he'd been using as a test subject), but also his leg fucking hurt.

He was considering going to Hannibal's. A massage and an orgasm might do him wonders. But first he decided he just needed a decent meal and a drink. A drink or five. So he went to Hex's inn and sat at the bar, digging into a meat pie while a glass with two fingers of whiskey in it sat beside him.

His cane was leaning against the bar beside him, but someone bumped it and it clattered to the floor loudly. He sighed and started to bend over to pick it up.

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"How lovely of me," Nyx replied playfully, topping up his own drink, but only sipping it slow.

House had not been drinking slow, so he was rather pleasantly buzzed now. "Yes," he agreed, and then reached over and dragged two fingers over the top of Nya's wrist.

Nyx accepted the touch, though he wasn't sure what to do. On one hand, he liked the attention, and House seemed nice. On the other, he was living on Hex's charity for the most part, he felt wrong letting himself wander.

...But maybe he could earn some money?

No, that felt wrong too.

"I am here as Hex's guest," he said softly. "He is my host."

House could tell something was wrong, so he pulled his hand away.

"... okay?"

"I just mean I am flattered, but I am still learning how I am to behave here," Nyx explained.

"And you... need to ask Hex?" House said, glancing over at him. "Look, one thing about how to behave here is that your boss doesn't have any say in who you... touch."

"But he is a lover too, and humans don't like to share- Do they?" Nyx asked. "I need to ask him."

House blinked at him.

Then muttered, "Oh christ," and a ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, it's fine. Sorry, I shouldn't have.... I shouldn't have." He probably looked like a complete idiot.

"You're upset I have a lover? Fae have many, usually, but- He's the first human I've laid with," Nyx explained. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I'm not upset, just.... surprised." Though he wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"You're right that some humans don't like to share," he said.

Pause.

"But if it weren't for Hex, you'd... want me to touch you?"

"Yes," Nyx shrugged, assuming that was obvious.

House sighed.

Of course, Hex was cock blocking him without even trying.

"Well I guess that's good to now."

Nyx, on the other hand, had been enjoying just chatting and flirting a little, and couldn't help but be a bit hurt by how soured House seemed now. Had he only wanted to chat in hopes they might share a bed?

"I'll get you another drink," he offered.

"How about tea?" House offered. Being drunker wasn't going to help. "And we can talk about something else." Because he certainly wasn't going to keep flirting with him; even if Nyx had been nice about it it was kind of embarrassing.

"Sure. I'll only be a moment while I get the kettle boiling," Nyx assured him, studying House for a beat, then wandering into the kitchen.

House's leg was still aching. The alcohol had helped, but only so much.

When Nyx returned, he was rubbing his thigh with the heel of his hand, but when he saw him, straightened up again. "Thanks."

"You're injured?" Nyx asked as he put the tea in front of House.

"Ah... yes. I mean. A long time ago." He wrapped both hands around the cup. "Some days it's just worse than others."

"I could ease it a little," Nyx offered.

"With magic?" House guessed. "I mean, I've tried. There are potions and tinctures that help. But it's a uh, magic lingers in the injury so it tends to resist attempts to nullify it."

"Fae magic is different," Nyx replied, since he knew that much. "It's more... In tune with nature, I think. At least, that's what I was always told as a boy."

House hesitated. "I'm not going to wish for anything," he said.

"Dryad's don't really do wishes. We trade though. Do you have something to trade? A shiny stone, maybe?" Nyx said hopefully.

House arched an eyebrow. "You want... a stone? Well. I can probably do better."

And he pulled the wooden horse out of his pocket again. "The magic is imbued into the wood so just tap there - " He tapped, and the horse started to trot around again.

Nyx lit up at the offer, watching the horse again.

"This is a very fair trade," he agreed. "Here, let me ease your pain. I need to rest my palm over the pain."

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