Teomitl was his student, a member of the imperial family, and the man's noble brother would take any excuse to see him disposed of...but there were fingers tracing the pattern of Acatl's cloak, close enough to press over the line of his hip, and all his very good and moral objections blew away like dust in the wind. If he was going to die anyway--and if Tizoc ever found out about this he would absolutely be very dead--he might as well go all the way.

Acatl took another long swallow of pulque (the drink he wasn't supposed to have, the drink no priest was allowed to touch), felt it burn all the way down his throat, and kissed Teomitl on the mouth.

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(me? posting snippets of a larger work? it's more likely than you'd think)