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“What kind of psychopath do you think I am? Of course I have beer!” He chuckled, going for the fridge and extracting two glass bottles of artisanal German beer. He gave one of them to the pyromancer, making both of the bottle caps pop with a flick of his wrist that conveyed just a bit of his telekinetic power. He then took a big swig of alcohol with a grin, looked at Merek and tilted his head toward the main living area, signaling to follow him into the living room. As he made a beeline across his apartment to reach his dark couch, he turned around to throw at the beautiful man a curious glance. “So, let’s have this chat, lovely. I don’t think I caught your name earlier; let’s start with that.” He smirked as he let himself fall on the couch, displaying his body for the other and yet still leaving him plenty of room to make himself comfortable. “And what is it that you do? Do I have to expect the world to crumble since I accidentally cast such a horrible spell to get your attention?” He teased, his tone definitely more flirtatious and amused than malicious.

"Oh, I have no doubts that we'll have a very fun time." Merek agreed with a smile, though he was obviously still somewhat frustrated with the spell. The pyromancer had never done very good with denial when it came to sex, which was probably why things like chastity cages were such a good deterrent for the chief of staff. The comment about having an 'array of assets' drew a laugh from Merek, but before he could respond, the man had teleported them. Not that the pyromancer was in any way complaining, though he had to tighten his hold on Gabriel briefly as he glanced around the room. He let go of the other man and followed him toward the kitchen, leaning against the wall and taking in the room. "Ah, beer, I suppose, if you have any."

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That agony-inducing spell was definitely proving to have some perks, as the sensations provided by Briar’s body were like nothing he had ever felt before. Gabriel dabbled in sex magic himself—little spells that could enhance his pleasure and that of his current partner, mostly—but being stripped of the ability to end the game when it was getting so fucking much was forcing him to reach territories he had never explored before. He kept swinging his hips in and out of Briar relentlessly, encouraged by the bliss he could read on his face, until the slave asked him to switch their position. Gabriel huffed a chuckle at that request, caressing his hair delicately. “Sure, honey, no problem.” He purred as he got out of him, pulled him by his legs, turned him around, and picked him up. He knew that was probably not what the seelie meant, but Gabriel really liked bottoms who knew what they liked and quickly realized that it would be impossible for him to satisfy Briar's request in any other way, lest he wanted to crush those beautiful wings of his. Furthermore, having him like that—his arms around the warlock’s neck, his legs around his hips—allowed so much more skin-to-skin contact, which was the exact thing Gabriel needed while he was under that flesh spell. “Hi.” He murmured with a hungry and yet somehow soft smile as he guided his erection inside the seelie once more. In that position, he could feel the slave’s hardness pressed against his stomach; when Gabriel resumed thrusting into his tight warmness, he made sure to hold him tight enough to give that hard cock some more than deserved friction. “You’re doing so good, beautiful; now come for me.” He panted, almost out of breath, as he locked his hazel eyes—although one could barely tell their color in that moment, his dilated pupils leaving only a tiny sliver of his irises visible—into the younger’s.

His head nodded quickly, confirming it was exactly what he wanted. A soft noise of arousal slipped from him as he was so easily pinned down, giving up control without hesitation as his back arched even more and Gabriel's thrusts became more intense. He was quickly losing any semblance of staying in tune with reality, losing his mind to the way he slammed into his sweet spot over and over, to the pleasure that was only intensified triple by the spell and the incubus' powers. He genuinely couldn't recall ever feeling this good. "Please-" Now he was pleading for something else, half-lidded eyes batting his lashes at him over his shoulder, "Wanna face you- wanna see." It was surprising to the seelie for the Warlock to give in to his request without question, spinning him around and picking him up in one fluid motion, all without losing the momentum of his hips. Briar's arms reached out, wrapping around his neck, eyes locking with his in a way that seemed almost unusual for the fae. Briar couldn't help himself though, he loved the eye contact. "So good- oh my god," He moaned, his legs beginning to tremble with the weight of his impending climax. "S-Shit, don't stop, i'm close," He was pressing himself closer to him, his wings fluttering slightly, reacting with the rest of his body to every thrust. He kissed him again, messy and full of teeth, seeking out more of the taste of him.

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Gabriel let himself melt in that kiss, Daniel’s soft lips tasting cold and sweet as he sucked away just a little bit of his sexual energy. “Do you call this pain? Bite harder, sweetie; I can barely feel it.” He laughed coquettishly as he tangled his fingers in those dark locks. But the ghost surprised him, using his clawed hand to slash his skin. “You really are a kinkster, aren’t you?” He purred, bringing his claw to his lips and licking away Danny’s blood while staring at him intently. He remained quiet for a second, silently gawking at the taller one with a wide smile on his face, before suddenly making his move. With his demonic speed and strength, he jumped on his new acquaintance with the brutal swiftness of a leopard. In an instant, he slammed Danny against the wall, his hand firmly tightening on the ghost’s throat, limiting with an iron grip his air supply without cutting it off completely. He dug his claws into the delicate skin, piercing it delicately and drawing five droplets of blood out of him, happy to have finally found someone that could really satisfy his darkest desires. When it came to sex, Gabriel tended to mirror the energy of his partners, and he had yet to meet someone who could really draw out the more sadomasochistic side of him. With his free hand, he snapped his fingers, freeing the slave from any clothes that weren’t part of his black, leathery uniform. “I’m going to tell you a few things about me, Daniel, just to repay you for the information you gave me,” he said with a famelic grin, his blue irises shining on the ghost's face. “My full name is Gabriel Édouard Gaudet-De Luca. I was never born. I was created in the unholiest of ways to do my father’s bidding, kind of like the Beast of Revelation. I like receiving pain almost as much as I love being the one inflicting it. Do you think you have what it takes to make me suffer? God, I hope you do.” He rose on the balls of his feet, catching Daniel’s lips with his own once again without releasing his grip on his neck. “How did you die? I bet it would feel so good to replicate those wounds on you again, especially if your cock is inside of me while I do it.”

"My full name's Daniel Joseph Benton. I was born on a Sunday. I died on a Thursday. I like inflicting a little bit of pain with my pleasure," he purred, pausing to give Gabriel that slow kiss. He hummed into it, liking the way their mouths fit together even for that brief moment. He chased Gabriel's lips for more but veered to his neck instead to let him talk. His mouth was ice cold as he pressed kisses to Gabriel's skin, teeth nipping.

He chuckled and tipped his head back, Adam's apple prominent as Gabriel teased at it with that claw. Danny reached up and grabbed at Gabriel's hand, covering it firmly with his own leather-claw one as he forced the other to press harder against his skin. Spring Mischief meant that he had his powers back and that meant healing. As he drew a line across his throat with Gabriel's razor sharp claw, he left a thin trail of red that healed immediately after his skin even split. A couple droplets of blood escaped, soaking into the collar of his shirt.

He held Gabriel's eyes as he opened his mouth, tongue out so he could guide that bloodied claw over the wet muscle to lick it clean slowly. The ghost guided the other's hand to rest over his shoulder as he tugged their bodies flush together.

"I can take a lot," he replied with a grin. "Show me what you got, baby."

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“I am a genius; that doesn’t mean I can read your mind. We’ve literally just spoken once, love.” He scoffed, unable to restrain himself from showing annoyance at Kaden’s jab at his intellect. Not that the kresnik’s little jab was a deterrent for him; he thrived on conflict and competition. His father had made sure to engrave a constant desire to try to prove he was the best in his mind, and as a result, he got used to enjoying the thrill of confrontation. The warlock was unable to contain a smile at the policeman's admission. “Aw, I knew you liked me.” He cooed with a grin, knowing perfectly that he was serving Kaden the possibility to throw another snarky remark at him. “That’s good. I have no real desire to hurt you either. Not unless you want me to, of course.” He grinned, sliding against the back of the chair to expose his body even more. In his mind, there was no doubt there was something extraordinary about Kaden; he just didn’t exactly know what it was yet. But it was bound to be there, or Lucien wouldn’t have kept him around for this long. That was, probably, what had piqued his interest the most. “Why do you always assume I have an evil plan, Valentine? I am a young half-incubus under the thrall of a spell that makes me want to be touched and taken until I can’t walk anymore. Is it so unthinkable that I just want to get in the spirit of the holiday and have some fun with you?” He inquired, an eyebrow raised in an amused expression at the stern expression on the cop’s face. “But despite your apparent conviction, I am not either of my fathers. If you really want me to go away, all you have to do is ask. I do not possess the power, nor the desire, to force anything upon you.” He stated matter-of-factly, crossing his arms on his chest. Shivers of pleasure went down his spine with that simple shift, waves of electric pleasure reverberating through his body. “What is your plan, officer?”

"And here I thought you were some kind of genius," Kaden drawled, giving Gabriel the signature deadpanned look reserved for Lucien and now the youngest Gaudet-De Luca too. He didn't bother with more of a response than that, the answer obviously sitting right across from him. His lips pressed together in a tight line as he assessed the warlock, noting that he'd seemed to have backed off. For now, anyway. Kaden extinguished his holy fire in return. "I've no desire to hurt you," he admitted, sounding a bit terse. "Not unless you give me a reason to." He wasn't stupid enough to cross the lines Krovs laid out but he also wasn't above defending himself when he needed to. Gabriel didn't seem the type like Raphael who would've taken what he wanted already and been out the door tucking himself back into his pants by now. The alleged lack of intention was what saved the warlock here. Kaden folded his arms over his chest while he stared him down with the perfected disappointed father expression, willfully ignoring how both spells were working him up and testing his already limited patience today. "What was your plan here, doctor? What did you think would happen with this?"

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“I don’t seek anyone’s validation, Officer; I seek a challenge. Intellectually speaking, of course. I thought you might be able to provide one, but perhaps I was wrong.” He said, his chipper tone creating a stark contrast with the coldness in his eyes. It was a lie, of course: he was desperate to receive his father’s praise, but there was no reason to let Valentine know that. He held Kaden’s gaze without wavering, unable to contain a little grin at the kresnik’s remark. “You know, you’re actually reminding me a lot of Lucien right now. You have his same coldness, disdain, and condescension in your voice. Is it a learned behavior, I wonder? Or maybe birds of a feather really do flock together?” He retorted with an exaggeratedly bored voice, imitating the Kresnik and bottoming up his shot.

"I don't see why you're seekin' my validation when we've only been speakin' for five minutes," Kaden stated, looking rather unimpressed by Gabriel and whatever charm he was trying to exude. He was far too old and far too tired for it after seeing that act many times in his lifetime. Again, he stared at the young warlock silently for a long beat. "You've only further proven me right that you're a kid since you act like one," the kresnik drawled, finishing off his whiskey.

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Gabriel grinned devilishly at the seelie’s words, charged with something pure and naïve despite the lust clearly fogging his brain. The warlock was, in fact, very much capable of breaking him, if he wanted to, in more ways than one. And although there was something incredibly hot about that power imbalance, the doctor was still determined not to take from Briar more than he could handle. Some part of him was sympathetic to the slave’s condition—wasn’t he also kind of a slave, forced to lead his life in the way that pleased Lucien’s whims, without ever having been able to make a choice that was truly his own?—so he was going to do what he could to make sure that the small, innocent fae had at least one decent memory in the hell that awaited him. He was never going to admit it, though. “If that’s what you want…” He whispered in his ear with amusement before planting his palm solidly between his wings, using his demonic strength to pin Briar’s body to the mattress. Using his other hand to grip the younger’s hip, Gabriel shifted his body slightly, forcing him to arch his back so that his cock would hit that sweet spot inside of him with every thrust. The movement of his hips became suddenly more persistent in speed and strength, his pelvis connecting with Briar’s ass in a rhythm that was more and more relentless and frantic as the seconds went by. He didn’t know what was more delicious: the energy he was sapping from Briar or the waves of white-hot pleasure building in his abdomen like a tidal wave. In that moment, all of Gabriel’s senses were focused on the winged man below him, and he was determined to drive him over the edge with his cock alone before allowing himself to release his load in his tight, warm hole.

The sudden loss of contact had the seelie almost on the verge of pouting, but the sound of his belt jingling and zipper going undone was proof that the incubus was simply doing what Briar had pleaded for. He looked back over his shoulder, wings lowering slightly so he could look at him, all of him. Seeing him so achingly hard made Briar feel wanted, despite knowing it was the spell that had the incubus so desperate for physical pleasure. It didn't hurt to think it was all for him, to let himself live in a fantasy for a moment when everything else around him was a nightmare. "Yeah?" He breathed out, mind quickly racing for more things to say as he watched him line himself up with his rim, "Please.. fuck me, I-I.. want you to ruin me," He shocked even himself with his words, eyes tearing away as he buried his face into the bed. A sense of relief flooded him as soon as Gabriel was pushing inside him, the almost painful lust and arousal from the spell singing its praise to the feeling of being stretched and filled. "Oh my god-" He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head, body pushing back against the other to chase for more. Each thrust had the faerie moaning out, unable to help himself. He had always been pretty vocal in bed, the intensity of his desires now was only amplifying that fact. He appreciated the way the warlock pressed against him, not hesitating to kiss him back even if his kiss was messy, uncoordinated and only growing worse the faster he thrusted into him. "Please- please," He whined against his lips, "I won't break, I won't, please."

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Gabriel scoffed, shaking his head and smiling in amusement at Noël’s tirade. He was not totally familiar with relativity, possessing just the basic concepts that everyone with a scientific university degree knew. It’s not that he didn’t find astrophysics interesting; he just didn’t have the time to really get a full hold of it, busy as he was with the more pragmatic sciences that caught his interest, like chemistry, biology, genetics, and psychology. “Yes, yes, I’m familiar. If you send a twin to space and leave another on Earth, one will get older faster, kill the other, and all that nice stuff.” He mused, stretching his neck to lean even more into Noël's cold touch. Being that close, he couldn’t help but notice how his face looked actually quite different from Lucien’s. Less severe, more inquisitive, almost younger. Despite his father’s warnings, Gabriel could almost see the brightness of his mind shine through his intense gaze. Noël was truly a bizarre creature, but in an interesting way. “What will I do with my time? Becoming the greatest, like no one ever was!” He teased, a sardonic smile appearing on his lips. The fact that he hadn’t immediately hated the reaper with a passion didn’t mean he would reveal to him all of his secrets. “But once again, I can’t help but notice how you keep derailing the conversation to avoid really answering my questions. Is this a brilliant plan worthy of a real Gaudet, or do you just find it hard to keep your reasoning on track in your old age, chat noir?” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he kept curiously studying Noël’s face, looking for any cracks in his seemingly impenetrable armor. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Doctor? Are you realizing that casting a sex spell on a sex demon was not your brightest idea?” Gabriel knew that it would take a lot more than some light flirting to make a creature that old uncomfortable, but he was honestly enjoying that banter. If he didn’t think about it too hard, he could almost pretend that he was having fun with his father.

"Hasty to assume I like anyone, bébé." Noel stated not adjusting where his nephew came to rest glancing down at the youngest in the extended family line, for the time being. "So you don't like snakes, I wonder where that fear stems from?" He inquired with an indifferent inquisitiveness, but it was hard to tell if he was just asking to fill the silence when it came down to it. "Incestuous? For Lucien?" He thought it over. "Anything is possible isn't it given enough time, though time is really quite hard to quantify. You, of all people, should understand that. Take the idea of 'now' with the Andromeda paradox or maybe this is more of your brother's niche with special relativity. In case you never studied it. its the idea if you were to look at the Andromeda galaxy and I were to look at it while running past you even if we were looking up at the time in the same exact position we wouldn't see the same thing. You're now of the Andromeda galaxy wouldn't be the same as mine. The idea of time, now, and all these things don't equate in a universe not designed by time. Of course everything most will ever know is on this little blue dot and it is as contrived as those that are stuck on it. Now you are one of them. So what will you do with all this time you have?"

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If Briar’s plea wasn’t enough to make the half-incubus aware of the younger one’s desire, his body language certainly was. He looked messy and beautiful spread on the bed like that, with his loud moans and his ass in full display, ready for Gabriel to take. He loved to hear him beg and stammer like that, the sexual energy in his voice almost as delicious as the one radiating from his aroused body. Almost. Without indulging anymore, Gabriel pulled away from Briar and quickly undid his belt and zip, getting rid of pants, underwear, and shoes in one fluid motion and finally freeing his erection from the restraints of fabric that kept it imprisoned. Hard wasn’t even enough to describe the state he was in right now. Despite his paraded frustration about the spell that was cast on him, Gabriel had relished in the slow, orgasmic torture it had caused him. In that moment, he smiled gleefully, enjoying the thought of finally relieving himself from that pent-up lust that had surged within him. “I like it when you talk dirty to me, love. Keep doing that.” He said as he grabbed Briar’s hips and lined his lower body up with his cock. Not that the slave had actually been that dirty, but Gabriel didn’t take the other as the brazen type, so he took what he could. Moving his left hand to the base of his cock and keeping the right solidly anchored to the fae’s hips, he slowly drove his manhood through the tight ring of muscles with one fluid thrust. “Fuck.” He muttered as he adjusted to the bliss unleashed on his demonic body by Briar’s tight, soft heat. It felt like his every nerve was positively on fire. As he started fucking the younger slowly, giving that both time to adjust to the sensation, he leaned on the slave’s frame once more, making sure that every possible inch of his skin was touching the other’s back. The warlock grabbed his chin and turned it around, capturing those plump lips on his own as his thrusts gradually got faster and harder.

He let out a shaky breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding at his compliment. His wings were the most important thing to him, a reminder of his kind, of his life, of his freedom. Even if the castle fought to take that freedom from him, they couldn't without stripping him of his wings completely. "T-Thank you..," He murmured shyly, shivering at the kiss pressed between his shoulders. The disappearance of his body on his had the faerie glancing over his shoulder at him, biting at his lower lip as his pants were tugged down. He shifted, pushing his bottom half onto his knees, back arching in a silent effort to present himself to the incubus. His whole body was warm with the heat of the blush on his cheeks, the spell working double time to fight off Briar's usual instinct to shy away. The second his single digit was pushed past his tight ring of muscles, the seelie was practically melting into it. Soft gasps and moans were pulled from him as he worked his finger into him, eyes fluttering closed to truly relish in the pleasure. His noises grew louder with each finger added, his hands digging into the sheets on the bed, balling the material into his grasp to help keep his mind grounded. "Y-Yes, I like it," He whined his answer to his question, his cock twitching and leaking onto the sheets now. "Please, I need.. more," He pleaded, his body screaming to be taken, to be pushed into the mattress and fucked till he couldn't walk afterwards. It was an all consuming feeling, and Briar couldn't help but give into it.

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Gabriel hadn’t lied when he promised Dair that he wouldn’t force anything upon him. Perhaps it was the pride ruling his demonic side, or maybe a surviving shred of his old, empathetic, more compassionate self, but the satisfaction he found in feeling his partners willingly come undone under his touch was just as sublime as the white, electric pleasure of his own orgasm. Perhaps even more, he thought, as he watched Dair get more and more desperate. “You have such a dirty mouth, Dair. I definitely have something for this condition of yours.” He whispered, his own voice burning with hunger. His pupils dilated in arousal, turning into black holes that devoured his hazel irises almost in full, as his cock quickly became hard as a stone as he felt Dair’s erection getting turgid in his fingers. “I don’t want to fuck you, Dair. That doesn’t quite describe it well enough. I want to bend you over this table and pound you until you see fucking stars and you forget how to say any word that isn’t my name. Does that sound good, handsome?” He said as he hastily pushed the Nephilim’s torso down until he was lying down on his back. The warlock quickly pulled down the younger’s pants and underwear; as he knelt between Dair’s legs, Gabriel pulled up the younger’s knees until they almost touched his chest, fully exposing his perfect ass. Without wasting any time, he dove down and started rimming the celestial hybrid, his tongue darting and swirling and pushing against that tight ring of muscle without rest. After a few seconds, his right hand went back to Dair’s dick, jerking him off with an infuriatingly slow pace. His senses were totally focused on the slave’s reactions, as he made him ready to lead them both to the most sinful and profane of heavens.

It was satisfying to see the break in the other's self-control, Dair not at all protesting when he felt those lips meet his own in a hungry kiss, the other's warm touch against his neck as he was pulled in deeper. His body arched into Gabriel's touch when he felt the warlock's fingers toying with his nipple before dragging down his abdomen to where his cock was hard as fuck in his sweatpants. The nephilim let out a breathy moan into the kiss as Gabriel started stroking his length through the grey fabric, the slave absolutely desperate for more. "Don't you dare fucking stop," Alasdair murmured in response, eyes flickering over the other's handsome features before he captured his gaze with his own. "Don't stop. I want you to fuck me, right here on this exam table," he admitted, pulling Gabriel back in for another deep kiss. "What do you want to do to me?" He murmured against his lips.

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Gabriel couldn’t help but notice the slight trace of discomfort in Enzo’s face as they rematerialized in front of Euphoria. He couldn’t help but give him a grin, remembering perfectly how disorienting it felt the first few times. He used to puke his soul out every single time before getting the hang of it. Not that he would ever let his brother know. “Night’s still young, Lorenzo. There’s plenty of time for us to get in trouble and for you to end up in slices.” He mused, before mirroring the arched eyebrow the Siren gave him. “You know Dad better than I do, that’s for sure. But if he goes all archfiend on us, I’m going to blame you.” He said with a lopsided grin as he followed Enzo’s lead and went inside. He went for the counter with his usual confident stride, like he owned the place—he kind of did, sort of—and immediately ordered four tequila shots. Nothing too crazy, but it was just a start. If the Siren proved to be something other than a complete and utter douchebag like Cairo, there would be plenty more to come. Gabriel was still studying him, after all. “So, you mentioned fighting wars during your time with the merfolk. It must have been exciting! What’s your body count?” He asked innocently, not unaware of the double entendre hidden in his question.

Lorenzo regretted asking for pointers on what Gabriel would improve, knowing for a fact he was not going to do any of the things his half-brother suggested. There was nothing wrong with his hair for a start, although he did subconsciously run his hand through his dark locks at Gabriel's comment. He was snapped out of his thoughts at the mention of Cairo, trying to hide the wave of disdain that he felt whenever his half-sibling was mentioned. "I was likely sunning it up on a beach with merfolk, or neck deep in one of their wars," he chuckled. He'd never really felt like he'd fit in there, which was most of the reason why he'd left once his mother and a few others had been killed. There hadn't been much left for him.

Being teleported had not been a fun experience, so he was glad when they finally made it to where they wanted to be, which happened to be right outside their father's club. He rolled his eyes at Gabriel's words, but he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So glad I didn't end up being sushi," he muttered before arching an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the doors to Euphoria and then back to his brother. "Do we think he'd even care if we got wasted in his club? We might get free shots," Enzo joked as he opened the door, gesturing for Gabriel to follow him inside. Raphael likely wouldn't even actually be there.

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There was something irrationally alluring about the Nephilim for Gabriel. Maybe it was the confident way he behaved despite the uncertainty of his circumstances, like a lion cub that would stare defiantly at much bigger beasts, knowing that one day he would wield the power of a king. Or maybe Gabriel was a lot more shallow than he gave himself credit for and was just attracted by that perfect face and that incredible ass. It hardly mattered, as Dair stripped himself to reveal a body that would have caused Adonis to cover himself in shame. “I’m going to have to take your word for it, sugar.I’m usually quite dominant even when I take it. Perhaps you could show me how it feels if you’re up for a challenge.” He grinned mischievously, welcoming Dair’s hot body on top of his own. His cock quickly rose at full mast at the Nephilim’s threat, and Gabriel found himself unable to restrain himself from cupping those perfect ass cheeks in his hands as the younger kissed him, their combined desire tasting sweet and electric on the half Incubus’ tongue. Gabriel bit Dair’s lower lip hard before teleporting away from the velvet red couch of the playroom abruptly, leaving the other empty-handed. He reappeared an instant later on the bed, arms crossed behind his head in a relaxed posture, his legs parted to clearly reveal the painfully hard bulge in his pants. Still, he gave Alasdair a cocky grin. “You have five seconds to come here and shut me up like a man before I start saying your name repeatedly, sugar. I don’t think you’ll have enough time to gag me with a toy, unfortunately. Think fast!” He chippered, his tone charged with playfulness and arousal. He wanted to push Dair’s buttons to see if he had what it took to really make the warlock his own, even if for just a few minutes.

Alasdair knew that his eyes were one of his better features, one that he felt he didn't utilise often enough to get him out of unpleasant situations.. not that being at Gabriel's mercy was an unpleasant situation, but he was glad that they'd caught Gabriel off-guard enough to stop him from saying his name.. for the moment, anyway. He did not want to feel that kind of humiliation. "Not often enough," Dair answered truthfully, but gave the doctor a little smirk, watching as Gabriel took a seat on the couch. "What's wrong with being a pillow princess?" He asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it at the doctor. "Sometimes it's nice just to lay back and get fucked," he chuckled, moving closer to Gabriel, stripping out of his jeans, boots and socks until he was left in just his simple black underwear. "Maybe I should gag you so you can't say it," he muttered, straddling Gabriel's lap before capturing his lips in a hungry, deep kiss to keep him quiet.

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Gabriel watched with marvel as the slave quietly displayed his massive, bright and beautiful wings. They reminded him of a flame, burning with yellows and oranges that evoked the ideas of light and warmth and everything that he, as a half-demon, could never hope to be. Briar really seemed like an innocent soul who had stumbled into the hell of Krovs by complete accident. The warlock couldn’t wait for the moment when he could finally feed on that innocence for real. “You are absolutely stunning, honey.” He said in a breath, leaning in to kiss the delicate skin between Briar’s shoulder blades, careful not to actually put any weight on the younger’s newly revealed appendages. And yet, every time Gabriel’s body brushed against them, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of electricity coursing through his every nerve, slowly but steadily driving over the edge. He needed to have Briar, and he needed it in that precise moment. He quickly rose to his knees and pulled down Briar’s pants, baring his ass and caressing it gently. He then took a pack of lube from the back pocket of his pants—he was a half incubus; he was always prepared like that—opened it, and poured a generous amount of gel on his fingers. He had felt Briar quickly relaxing when he was teasing his rim, so he felt pretty confident there would be little to no resistance when he penetrated him with his lubed-up index finger. He pulled it in and out, swirling it around against that tight heat and making sure to give abundant attention to that slightly more consistent bundle of nerves that he knew would drive Briar crazy. To help him relax despite that intrusion, Gabriel leaned down and resumed kissing his back. After a little while, a second finger went inside Briar, and then a third, gently preparing him for what Gabriel was sure the seelie was longing for in that moment. “Do you like when I touch you like this?” He purred between open-mouthed, wet kisses on the other’s back.  

Briar's eyes ate up every inch of exposed skin as Gabriel stripped of his jacket and shirt, his body growing even hotter at the sight. His hands were immediately on him as soon as he was in reach, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed another feverish kiss to his lips. He was shifting to make it easier for his shirt to come off, head falling back as soon as his hands were exploring his torso. He felt like he was going to implode, every brush of his fingers, every touch of his lips along his neck and collarbone had the seelie letting out soft moans of pleasure. The attention on his sensitive nipple had him sucking in a sharp breath, back arching into his mouth as a silent plea for more. His plea wasn't answered, instead he was flipped over like he weighed nothing, the action alone sending a strong wave of arousal straight through his body. He shifted his head so he could watch him over his shoulder, a small shudder running through him as the incubus traced the markings of his wings. His request, once again, caught Briar off guard. His brows furrowed, then he remembered. His collar was adjusted, the locks on his powers were off. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted the vulnerability of his wings out in the open, exposing himself to someone he didn't even know. But, again, the lust invading his brain numbed his common sense. Carefully, he released his wings, the dragon-fly like, orange and yellow tinted wings emerging from the tattoos that disappeared as they escaped. Briar seemed to physically relax more once they were freed, even as the warlock's fingers found his rim. His wings fluttered lightly, stretching themselves out, taking up more of the bed than Briar did with their width. He watched the other's face closely, searching for any signs that he should put them away, even drowning in his own arousal he was worried he'd be hurt.

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Gabriel reciprocated Raphael’s smile as he walked to his desk and extracted from a drawer a file bound in blood-red leather. Not even his weakened body deterred the excitement brightening his pale face, as he went back to the taller demon and handed the upgraded and polished version of his notes, as per Lucien’s request. The title of his work was etched on the cover in bold, golden letters: ‘Proposal 110 Flamel: an overview of the expected scientific, magical and economical impacts of the application of alchemy in the contemporary world.’ Gabriel admittedly recognized that the title was a little pompous and way too long, but he doubted that he could have impressed Lucien with something short and catchy, so he didn’t even bother trying. “Apotheosis. That’s what I’m working on.” He said with a sardonic smile, sure that his father was familiar with the definition of the process by which a mortal being ascended to godhood. “You can skip the first fifteen pages or so; it’s just a boring scientific introduction. I could really use your input on the rest, though.” Gabriel felt like those pages were his version of Dorian Gray’s portrait. All of those graphs, stats, obscure quotations of ancient texts and cutting-edge hypotheses painted a more accurate picture of him than anything else ever could. Every gift he had received from his parents, every choice he made—even the one Lucien resented him for—and every heartbreak he had suffered had led him to elaborate his plan. Lucien could have created a thousand more children, and perhaps some of them would turn out to be more to his liking than Gabriel was; and yet, none of them could have ever been able to replicate his work, the warlock was absolutely sure of that. “Of course, it’s purely theoretical. It would be dumb of me to present a project requiring human experimentation to a councilman, wouldn’t it?” He smirked before another fit of cough shook his body.

"I was a very long time ago, it's hard to remember those days," Raphael answered, forced to with the truth spell cast onto him. Any other time he would deny ever being human and he might as well've not been. Such a blink in his beyond mortal lifetime, all of that sacrificed for the sake of power and eternal beauty. Worth it.

He raised a brow down at Gabriel while he experimentally sipped at his wine. Good taste, he noted. Naturally that would be passed down. Raph snorted lightly in amusement and shook his head. "What are you working on currently?" he asked, more interested in hearing about his son's projects. He doubted he'd understand them in full, much like he did with Lucien's, but he at least he showed an interest. Magic was more of his field than science.

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He nodded seriously at Raphael’s admission, not seeing any reason to doubt the truthfulness of his words. He already knew how infuriatingly intelligent and resourceful his father was—his mind had given him the ability to sit as an equal among the most powerful creatures in existence, after all, despite not possessing their skills in the battlefield—so it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he was able to program magic into his virtual experiments.

“Quite a few ways to go, I’m afraid, but if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it until my last breath.” He joked, unable to contain a smile at his father’s friendly tone; he could see how people would fall for his charms and, maybe, recognized a few of his own tactics in his father's behavior. He then summoned a small flame from his fingertips, toying with it as he sheepishly focused his gaze on it instead of Raphael’s. “I’m able to generate quite a massive fire tornado, you know? And yet, it would pale in comparison to the blazing inferno of hellfire I saw you generate.” He admitted, his voice exuding pride in himself and admiration for his father in equal amounts. He immediately snuffed the fire in his fist before chuckling and looking back at Raphael with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “That is to say, I would be honored and grateful to have the chance to learn from the best. Just give me a time and a place, and I’ll be there.” He beamed, unable to contain his excitement. Science and magic were equally important to him, and he would make sure to organize his schedule to make time for both, even at the cost of giving up sleep or food. “Why don’t we do both? I used to throw the greatest parties for my birthday in my previous life.” He chuckled, remembering the exclusive and elegant gatherings of the who’s who of society that would always lead to hedonistic and wild afterparties with a select few of them. “But if tonight’s stakeout didn’t already give it away, I’ll admit I’m also eager to spend more one-on-one time with you. Provided that you want to, of course.” He concluded with his best customer service tone. Raphael seemed to be quite fond of Cairo, from what Gabriel had been able to gather. He wondered if he also expected him and his brother to metaphorically—or not—fight to the death to prove who was really the best, like Lucien did.

"I did not. Truthfully I had no idea you or Cairo existed at all until Cairo showed up and told me how you were both made," Raphael explained. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason for Lucien's odd questions now and then, information used in both sons' realities beyond the ghoul's knowledge or awareness. Why would he think it to be anything more than casual conversation?

He smiled then, strangely warm for the undead ghoul learning some more about his newest son. "You're still young and have a few ways to go," he chuckled. "I'd love to see where you're at, perhaps teach you some other things like i've done with Cairo here. Why not learn from the best, no?" Because in Raph's mind no one else was better. He already saw some of that pride in Gabriel here, how the warlock boasted of his own accomplishments and aimed for the elder pride demon's ego. Not a bad strategy. He wondered if Lucien realized this son also took after him in personality rather than the creator. "I'm not sure either but I'll put it on my calendar so we can celebrate it, if you'd like. Either just you and me or perhaps it can be a family gathering."

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Gabriel had to wonder if the younger was under any sort of spell, other than his empathic influence. The way Briar’s body moved against his own was so frantic that it was almost intoxicating, his smaller frame fitting against his own like they were two perfectly matched pieces of a puzzle. “Your wish is my command.” He said as he smiled hungrily when the Seelie told him exactly what he wanted Gabriel to do. The warlock loved when his partners communicated their desires to him, eager as he was to be one of the best fucks they ever had. Their satisfaction fed his pride in the same way their sexual energy fueled his incubus’ powers. He didn’t waste any time removing his jacket and his shirt before kneeling on the bed and laying his body on top of Briar’s for another deep, feverish kiss. He started pulling the younger’s sweatshirt away—he hated those clothes the slaves were forced to wear; he should have talked to Raphael to see if there was any way to rectify that fashion crime—finally able to let his hands wander on Briar’s warm skin. He caressed every inch of his torso with delicate deliberation, freeing the slave's lips as he kissed down his neck and his collarbone, finding his way to his left nipple. He took his time, as he gently played with it using his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, but soon not even that was enough. His body was positively on fire by that point. With his demonic strength, he flipped Briar on the mattress, forcing him to lie on his belly so that his back could receive proper attention too. The warlock's attention was caught by the intricate tattoos spanning through the entirety of his tan skin. He traced their outline with his right index finger, taking just a second to admire their beauty. “Your wings. Show them to me, please.” He said, a desperate desire exuding from his voice. He had always had an unparalleled fascination for winged creatures. “You are gorgeous; I want to see all of you. I’ll make it worth it, I promise.” He whispered before letting his hand travel through the waistband of Briar’s pants, his fingers wandering through his intergluteal cleft to delicately tease the younger’s tight ring of muscles.

Briar didn't hesitate to reciprocate the kiss, following the other's lead as it grew more desperate, more feverish for the touch of another. A soft noise slipped from him as he was pushed against the wall, hands coming to run up his biceps and to his shoulders, arms wrapping loosely around his neck. The touch he trailed down his torso, the kiss, it was all so overwhelming in a way that Briar couldn't believe he enjoyed. The fact that they were in the middle of a hallway completely slipped his mind when his hand reached his waistband, hips pushing off the wall eagerly only for the incubus to pull away and lead him off towards the playroom.

He followed closely behind, but each stop just to kiss him again had the seelie grinning against his lips, quiet giggles of amusement muffled by it. Amusement that didn't last long once the playroom door was slammed closed with a kick and he was pushed onto the bed. The warlock continued to surprise him, asking what he wanted- even if the tone he said it in was one of straight hunger -instead of just taking from him. He hesitated for a moment, even with his fiance he had never been much of a dirty-talker, but with the spell still racing through him any timidness he'd have around it had vanished. "Touch me," He breathed, "I want your hands all over me, please." He brought his own hands up by his head, showing the other he had no plans to stop him. "I'll be good," His cheeks darkened even more at his words, biting at his lower lip.

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“A close acquaintance of mine seems to have a lot of fun pretending to be a girl. Since I’m forced into this little experiment, I thought I’d go big and create a whole persona, just for you.” He purred, batting his long dark eyelashes at Manny. The berserker seemed to have a different idea, though, and Gabriel had hardly any reason to fight him. He was pretty curious to understand what kind of sensation this body would provide him. He was far more concerned with that than figuring out what pretentious French name suited his female alter ego best. “But I do appreciate a pragmatic guy that goes straight to the point.” He added, with a sardonic grin, as he spun around in his heels and went to the blond’s side. “Lead the way, man…” He said, letting the final consonant reverberate in the air—definitely meaning to startle his possible conquest with a word so close to his actual name—as he gently wrapped his arm around the younger’s.

"Yeah I know exactly the kind of fun you're talking about." This wasn't Manny's first Spring Mischief nor was it first day either in Krovs Castle. He didn't mind Gabriel being so close, welcomed it with hands on slim hips of the smaller demon hybrid. "I don't see why you need a new name when you're not under a spell." Manny's eyes dropped down, lingering on those lips near his own and then back up to those mischievous brown eyes. "Let's take this somewhere more private so we can use this spell for what I'm sure you intended it for instead of finding new names. How's that sound?"

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“Don’t they all?” He replied coyly, taking another sip of his beer. Gabriel himself was not an overly zealous supporter of the current leading class. He behaved according to their rules for personal convenience, not out of unquestioned loyalty for the institution. His devotion to Lucien and Raphael was unwavering, but it was born out of the blood they shared, not out of the role they played.

But in that moment, rather than talking about his father, he was far more interested in Finn in that moment. Gabriel could see the older demon’s armor cracking under the pressure he was applying, wide-eyed and rosy-cheeked in a way that reminded him of a Taylor Swift song. Finn was so peculiar: he punched a councilman but got all flustered about some innocent skin-to-skin contact. Gabriel was itching to find out more and, just maybe, have a little snack. If playing the wholesome boyfriend-material guy had such an effect on the older, so be it. “As soon as you want, Finn, but not right here. My boss would not be happy if I got arrested for assault and battery and indecent exposure. Wouldn’t you like to avoid trouble too?” He said, as he got up and moved his chair to the other side of the table, sitting right beside Finn. He took the familiar’s hand in his own again, squeezing it a little and intertwining their fingers. “I’d also be happy to take it a little slower. You know, getting to know each other, eating a bite together, the whole nine yards. It would be my treat after I badgered you with all of these questions, of course.” He breathed in his ear, leaning even more into the other’s personal space.

"In my defense, he deserved it," Finn said, smirking crookedly at Gabriel across from him as he propped his chin in hand and elbow on the table. His other hand, however, wound up in the warlock's. His fingers brushed against warm skin, feeling the warlock's said pulse. Electric heat flooded Finn's core from the simple brush of thumb on his wrist like he'd found a magic button in a vein. The familiar's eyes had grown large, a flush in his cheeks, and he finally let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His lips pulled into a dazed smile. Was he really so easy something like that would get him flustered? Or had it really been so long since he'd encountered a softer touch compared to the rougher experiences he enjoyed as well? It helped that he found Gabriel easy on the eyes.

...What was the question again? "Sorry." Finn cleared his throat and ducked his head, brushing away some hair out of his face before he looked back at the younger. "You were sayin' somethin' about tradin' clothes and punches. How soon can we do that?"