[Closed]- Ivan and the Xoan Ambassador, Take One

[forbiddentofap]

[Ivan's vaguely aware at all times that somewhere in the castle is the Ambassador, probably plotting some new uncomfortable encounter to surprise him with. But he doesn't expect him during the day, when he's off doing chores or studying in his room or grabbing some new books from the library. Most of the time. It seems a lot safer than dinner or

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[xoan_ambassador]

Salvador had won a game of strip poker with a few of the guards and they were still paying him back by letting him know where Ivan secreted himself away on occasion. It was a deliciously fun game, springing things on the boy and watching him react. The Xoan ambassador had been enjoying himself ever since the Mistress played the game with the pinecone. Now he sauntered into the room and ran a finger along the bindings on some of the books, moving toward where Ivan was shuffling around, extremely quietly until he was right behind the other man, leaning over his shoulder to see the top title. "I prefer something with a little more pizzaz." He said directly in Ivan's ear, face deadpanned for the moment despite the fact that his voice was pitched at a low rumble meant to be seductive.

/can't help picturing Salvador Dali SORRY

[forbiddentofap]

That brought his search to a jerking, horrified stop. Ivan stared at the book shelves, trying to think of something to say and crush the horrible pictures of what the man might be doing and/or wearing right behind him. He didn't want to turn and look.

"Ambassador?" How did he even get in here?

That's not TERRIFYING or anything XD

[xoan_ambassador]

Oh lovely, the man had gone from relaxed and inquisitive to stiff and panicked in a heartbeat. Speaking of which, he'd stiffed back enough that the ambassador's chest pressed against his back and he could actually feel the young man's heart pound. His lips curved into a smile and he turned his head just a little so his lips brushed the curve of Ivan's ear. And then he blew softly, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Apprentice."

OH, DEFINITELY NOT. It's Sandoval, by the way.

[forbiddentofap]

Oooooh, that was just uncomfortable. What happened to personal space? They'd definitely been over the whole "not allowed" thing before, too. But he definitely wasn't supposed to be able to stalk him like this.

"How did you get in here?" he asked, trying to relax and so get away, made doubly difficult by the fact he was pinned against the bookshelves.