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He shrugged. "So you say. But when he caught my best friend trying to get frisky with me when I was fifteen, he broke my friend's arm and threatened to murder him. I'm an adult now, and you're a man. I can't imagine what he'd do to you if he thought you were toying with my virtue when he explicitly asked you not to." Snuggling into Archaeus' chest, the teen exhaled dreamily and smiled softly at the nice warmth of the blanket combined with Archaeus' body heat.

Blissfully unaware of what he'd done to Archaeus' night, Byron began to drift off with his body delicately entwined with his boyfriend's. "Goodnight," he yawned, nuzzling the man's neck with the top of his head before falling asleep.

Byron let out a long sigh as they finally returned home, dropping his bag at the door and stretching his arms high over his head. "Damn, but I'm exhausted! That car ride was just absolute hell." He rolled his shoulders, then took Archaeus by the arm and started to tug. "Come on, let's go to bed. Maybe you can get this knot out of my back~" he purred.

Byron set to removing his shirt when he heard that familiar sound of a body hitting a mattress. He turned to look at his boyfriend, frowning and rolling his eyes. "Seriously? You lazy little- hey!" He moved towards the bed, climbing onto it and shaking Archaeus' shoulder. "Hey, what about me?" he whined.

He rolled his eyes, then looked at the man beside him. What a lazy jerk. He outta just walk out and sleep with the first cute guy he met! He could do it, too. Guys responded well to him. Before starting this thing with Archaeus, Byron could walk down the street and get five phone numbers, easy! But one look at that handsome face on his favorite fictional character, and Byron hated himself for what he knew he was going to do. He lay down, scooting into Archaeus' embrace and frowning. "When we wake up, whether you like it or not, I'm going to screw you so hard that you won't be walking for weeks," he muttered dangerously.

Sitting near the counter on a barstool, Byron was updating his recipe book when he heard Archaeus spoke. That familiar pang of professional jealousy made his stomach ache, but he decided to ignore it. In the short time since Archaeus had started to learn to cook, the two quickly switched places, with Archaeus becoming the superior chef. He was happy for his boyfriend, excited that the character had found something he genuinely enjoyed and excelled at, but Byron still felt a little, well, inferior. He'd always been the chef, always had the knack for it, and all of a sudden, he'd lost that edge. Oh well. At least he was still the better historian between the two of them, and it wasn't like cooking was what he wanted to do with his life anyway.
"Or maybe, you're just passionate about it and that in itself is giving you the drive to work at your talent," he suggested, moving off of the stool and walking over to Byron. He inhaled the scent of the fillet, then smiled and leaned up to kiss the man's cheek. "Wherever you work, they'll be lucky to have you. This smells incredible!" He touched the character's shoulder before moving towards the refrigerator to get himself a bottle of water.

"No way," he insisted, shaking his head. "Fate is stupid. It's not real. But talent is, and you have it." He poked Archaeus' chest, smiling, then opened his mouth and accepted the slice into his mouth. It practically melted in his mouth. He made a small sound, blushing lightly before reaching to touch his boyfriend's shoulder. "It tastes incredible~"