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Lambert swore as he shielded his face from the onslaught of rocks being thrown at his face. The fucking humans had refused to pay him for slaying their local killer werewolf and now they were blaming him for killing their blacksmith, aka… the werewolf. He’d only taken the contract because he’d been passing through the run down village and seen the notice. He hadn’t even been that short of coin. He’d just finished up clearing some wraiths for some noble pricks who’d paid him a bucketload, but he was a witcher and the village needed help.
He fucking regretted it now.
“Oh fuck off!” He yelled as a rock caught him on the shoulder and another one narrowly avoided his head.
“Murderer!!” A villager yelled.
“He was a fucking werewolf!” He snapped back. “You paid me to kill him!” He ducked under a well-aimed stone and heard a yell from behind him. He grinned as he spun round. He knew that voice. “You’re getting slow, kitten!”
Aiden grumbled and fingered his now bleeding temple. “I was going to try and get you out in one piece, wolf. Now I’m not so sure.”
“Oi! That one’s a mutant too!” Another villager threw a rock and Aiden.
Lambert laughed. He wasn’t even sure how they still had rocks to throw. Did they keep them in their pockets? Aiden hissed at the nearby villager and unsheathed his sword. That was Lambert’s cue to pull them both out before there was a repeat of Blaviken. “It’s not worth it!” He yelled to Aiden and grabbed his wrist. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Aiden glared at the villagers as he was pulled away. Lambert was almost tempted to let him go back to slaughter the humans. Almost. When they’d first met a few months ago Aiden had saved Lambert’s life from a very similar situation, less rocks and more daggers. They’d travelled together for a few weeks before parting ways. It was hard enough for humans to trust one witcher, two was just too much.
He hadn’t expected to see the cat witcher again so soon but he fucking delighted! Aiden had become one of Lambert’s best friends. He wasn’t a stick in the mud, like Geralt, Vesemir or Eskel and he actually laughed when Lambert came up with a stupid idea. It wasn’t the wolf school’s witchers’ fault. He was the youngest witcher and they often treated him like a little brother or problem child as a result.
Aiden treated him like an equal. He actually encouraged Lambert’s more chaotic and slightly murderous plans, and the company on the path had been something he’d never realised he wanted. So he’d been sad when Aiden had skulked away.
Once they were a safe distance away, Lambert let go of Aiden’s wrist and pulled the other witcher around to face him. He glared at the blood dripping from Aiden’s temple. “Are you alright?”
Aiden shrugged. “Better than the time I got stabbed saving your arse, darling.”
Lambert cackled. “Hey they tried to torch me in that last town when you almost murdered the mayor!”
Aiden sighed and wiped the blood from his temple. “Why do we tend to hurt one another, wolf?” He asked with smirk.
Lambert hit him in the arm. “Oi. This one is not my fault. I ducked, you were just too slow.”
Aiden cupped his cheek and he felt the last of his thoughts flying through his ears. Why was Aiden so close all of a sudden? Had he always had such pretty eyes…. they were the most vibrant blue. “Too slow?” Aiden purred in his ear. Lambert shuddered as Aiden’s lips brushed over his cheek.
Lambert nodded. “Yeah.”
“Hmm.” Aiden’s eyes flickered down to Lambert’s lips and Lambert felt like he was on fire.
“Yeah.” He mumbled, feeling himself leaning in.
But before he could press their lips together, Aiden had kicked him in the back of the knees and he crumpled to the floor, landing on his arse. Aiden cackled and winked at him. “Oh my darling wolf, speed isn’t everything.”
Lambert felt himself blush and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Fucking cat.” He mumbled.
“Oh you wish.” Aiden purred as he squatted down next to Lambert.
Lambert glared at the cat witcher for all of two seconds before deciding he’d had enough of his teasing. He lunged forward and pulled Aiden into a kiss, knocking him backwards onto the path. It didn’t take Aiden long to kiss back and thread his fingers through Lambert’s hair. When they pulled apart Aiden was laughing which only made Lambert glare more.
“Well it took you long enough, wolf.” Aiden smirked and gazed up at him with a sparkle in his eyes.
Lambert groaned and buried his face in Aiden’s neck. “Shut it, kitten.”