Lannister Rooms in the Red Keep

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Damon chuckled, and unclipped his cloak (did I already do that?), it fell to the floor with a light thud, and he wrapped a hand around the Lannister's head, drawing it closer. "Fuck them anyway."

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Tybolt bit Damon's lip as he broke the kiss, grinning at him roguishly as his hand deftly loosed the buttons from top to bottom, opening the garment over Arryn's chest. He kissed him there, as well.

[The Darkness]

((And Moved to Secrets Thread. P.S. Who is Renly and who is Loras?))

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

((didn't think we were going to go that far...just a very sexy lead-in and then say they did it and be done))

[Lord Damon Arryn]

((Yup.))

[The Darkness]

((I am not taking chances when it comes to that, It is there if you need it though.))

[Lord Damon Arryn]

((Just kinda going with the skip.))
Damon sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his naked body.

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Tybolt lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling and taking up more than his fair share of the bed. He turned his gaze on Damon, reaching out a hand to trail a finger down Lord Arryn's spine. "Be a dear, and bring me another glass of wine." He lifted himself on his elbows, looking over the young Valeman's body appreciatively.

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Damon stood, and twisted his torso, stretching more. He walked to the table, and grabbed a carafe of wine, pouring some into a glass. He offered the glass to Tybolt.

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Tybolt took it and drank greedily. "Have you nothing to say, my Lord?" he said, still reclining on the bed.

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Damon smirked and walked to the chair, picking his clothing up along the way. His armor was sprawled across the chair, and his cloak hung on the back of it. He began to dress, whistling the whole time. He finished by pulling his gloves on, and then looked to the Lannister, "Odd combination, isn't it? Two men fucking, and one of them killed his father, I can only imagine the gods preparing their swords to come down and strike us with them."

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

"If the gods were going to strike me down, they would have done it long ago. I fear my list of sins stretches longer than yours. As I said, three wives...and a father as well. I've forgotten the rest, it seems." He watched Damon dress himself, collecting his things from where they had fallen in their hurry to unclothe one another. "You should come again tomorrow. Or perhaps I will visit you in your chambers. It has been some time since I could speak so freely to one of rank."

[Lord Damon Arryn]

His armor clicked as the cloak was snapped back onto it. He looked over to Tybolt as he adjusted his sword in it's scabbard. He looked to the floor, and then looked to the ceiling, then back to Tybolt, his face calm, "If this plan goes through, and we can unite the other Houses, what then?" He sat in a chair and crossed a leg, "Take over the Kingdom? Land on Essos? Build some fucking utopia?" He stood and walked over to a window, "I once knew of a man, went by the White Shadow in the Vale, robbed criminals, bandits, brigands, but then he realized, or so i'm told, there was nothing left for him here." Damon looked out the window, and continued, "So he left, to the North, if I remember correctly." His eyes turned to Tybolt, "What happens after we have our goal? If we succeed, there'll be no North to go to, nothing to do, but sit on our asses and watch over our alliance."

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Tybolt's face lost its smug, pleased, post-fuck expression. He set the wine aside, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and joining Damon at the window. He regarded the other man impassively. "Are you saying we should, perhaps, use our alliance for something other than peace? If we convince the Martells and Baratheons to stay out of it, the Riverlands or the Reach or both are ripe for the picking. Neither the Eyrie nor Casterly Rock has ever fallen."

[Lord Damon Arryn]

His face turned into a small grin as he sat down on the bed, "All purely hypothetical, of course, the Riverlands would be the first we would have to control. Their position touches both of our lands, after all."