#god i really want to write a gazrudy smut piece for this

[callsign-bunnie]

Oh!!!! Your reply made me scream so much innerly !!! I LOVE IT

So uh what did you say about nephilim! Ghost and succubus! Rudy???

*grabby hands* also i am foaming at the mouth for dominant bottom Rudy!!!!

Had to remember everything I established about Nephilim!Ghost, also I am fulfilling your challenge to make this smutless. Also, I do not need to make this a whole world and make it poly. I do not need to make this a whole world and make it poly. I do not-

Anyway, so it's "Adventures in being a Sex Demon" and I already have headcanons.

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Rodolfo had figured out Ghost was "other" shortly after they'd recovered the base. Rodolfo was positive he was only even able to see it because he'd had to use his abilities to help them get the base back. He wasn't the only Vaquero that wasn't entirely human, Alejandro being one of them, of course. But... well, he would have been the only one who even remotely matched up to Ghost.

Ghost had started to watch them. When the 141 had promised to stay and aid them, Rodolfo had noticed his eyes would follow him. If Rodolfo was willing to suspend his own belief, he was sure he'd seen red eyes watching him at several points.

Even more, he was sure that Ghost was much bigger, at times, than he usually was, making Rodolfo feel like he'd shrunk. Maybe he'd leaned into it, playing small and tiny and watching Ghost's eyes light up, playfully. But... never sexually, oddly enough.

Sometimes, they'd be alone in a room and Rodolfo could feel Ghost's presence, wrapping around him, practically clinging. If Rodolfo were to theorize, he'd imagine it was a familiarity that Ghost was craving, more than he wanted any of Rodolfo's ability.

Being a sex demon, that was an odd feeling. Being a succubus could be kind of hard for his self-esteem if he was honest. Look, he'd abandon any idea of "masculinity" since he was whatever his meal wanted him to be and whether that was masculine or feminine didn't matter. But... it was that feeling that nothing would ever truly want him for who he was, anymore. He was a drug, a euphoria, and nothing more.

So when he'd caught on that Ghost wasn't doing any of this for sex, it'd been... Odd. He didn't have another word for it. He wished he did, though.

But he wanted it.

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Rodolfo looked over the papers he was filing, shaking his head. With Las Almas being broken, Alejandro was always so busy. Rodolfo didn't trust any of the Vaqueros with the very precise organization system he'd set up, so that left him to fill out paperwork and file it as well. Oh well, he didn't mind.

He couldn't exactly go out and help people, as much as he'd like to. Even Alejandro and Valeria, irritation flared in his chest, were having to back off since they could only rile the people up. But, Rodolfo... well, he didn't think his abilities would be any form of helpful. He didn't need Las Almas broken and horny.

When he was done filing his paperwork, he shut and locked the filing cabinet, before almost slamming straight into Gaz. "Oh. Sergeant Garrick." He paused, noting that Gaz was nervous. He was wringing his wrists and Rodolfo could practically taste his anxiety. Poor kid was always buzzing with nervous energy, though, and Rodolfo had already considered trying to offer to "soothe" him a few times, but... well, he worried about getting the poor kid addicted.

He doubted Gaz would pursue him too aggressively, or even at all, but he didn't want to hurt him. "Are you alright?"

Gaz hesitated. "Ghost... I..." His gaze bounced around the room, seemingly trying to find anywhere but Rodolfo to look. "Look, I trust the Lieutenant with my life but I... I've heard stories of him, and I've noticed he's taken a... special interest in you."

Rodolfo managed to suppress an amused smile, nodding, slightly. So, he wasn't the only one that noticed.

He feigned concern. "What sort of stories have you heard about him?"

"Well, not many... admittedly. But," Gaz paused, "he's rather violent. I just- I thought I'd... I'd... I like you. You and Alejandro have been pretty nice to me. I just..."

Poor kid didn't seem to be able to get his words together. Rodolfo frowned, now genuinely concerned. "It's alright." He murmured, touching Gaz's shoulder and trying to soothe him as best as he could. He infused his energy into his touch, running his hand down Gaz's shoulder. "Thank you for telling me, Gaz. I appreciate it. But... I don't think Ghost's interest is anything more than professional."

Gaz relaxed and he closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I just wanted to tell you."

"Thank you." Rodolfo nodded. "Have you eaten?" He knew the answer, Gaz had not. He could feel how hungry he was. The 141 didn't seem to be ones to take care of themselves much, and Rodolfo wished he could change that, but he didn't really know how.

Gaz paused and then winced. "No, sir. I haven't."

"Just Rudy." Rodolfo had weird feelings about being called sir, anymore. Ever since he'd been changed. Yeah, he still went by he and him, but he felt more... nonbinary that being called sir felt weird. The Vaqueros had caught on and respected that, but it seemed he would have to break that out of the 141.

"Sorry. Right. Rudy." Gaz nodded. "No, Rudy, I haven't eaten."

"Come on." Rodolfo was amused. "You know, once things settle down, if you four are still here, Alejandro was talking about having you over for asada."

"That sounds... fantastic." Gaz smiled as he followed Rodolfo. "I've never had authentic asada before. Several of the Los Vaqueros have told us how good it is, though."

"Just Los Vaqueros, Gaz." Rodolfo corrected. "Los means 'the'. The Cowboys. When you call us the Los Vaqueros, you call us The The Cowboys."

"My apologies." Gaz flushed.

Rodolfo stopped in front of the mess hall. "Alvarez is in there, tell her I said to give you one of the meals I brought for Alejandro and I. Okay?" He pat his arm.

"Oh. Alright." Gaz seemed to almost perk up. "Thank you... Rudy."

"Of course." Rodolfo smiled and nodded before turning and leaving him be. He had some work he needed to do in the command room, so he headed that way, taking note of everyone in every room. Soap and Price were out with Alejandro and a few of their men, providing aid to whoever needed.

Rage flashed, briefly, in Rodolfo's chest, at the reminder that Mexico would not send them aid. Los Vaqueros were left to put the pieces together of their broken city and nobody else was going to lift a finger to help. He closed his eyes, trying not to let himself get too worked up. That would not end well for anyone.

"You do funny things when you're angry."

Rodolfo turned around, seeing the object of his previous conversation was leaned against the wall. "Oh?" He smiled, deciding not to play coy and ask how Ghost knew he was angry.

"Your tail flicks."

"I'm shocked you can see that." Okay, maybe he'd play a little coy.

Ghost shrugged, his eyes not leaving Rodolfo, though he did note that they didn't quite meet his. "It's cute."

"I'm flattered." Rodolfo teased, stepping closer to Ghost. "I'm guessing you are not allowed to help Las Almas for similar reasons to me?"

"Having your Colonel's energy, the druglord's, and my own didn't seem like... a smart idea. I chose to remain back. Under the pretense that I'd be babysitting the Sergeant, of course." Ghost shrugged, again. He was a man of little action. "Come back to my quarters."

Anyone else would have taken it as an order but Rodolfo knew it was a request. Rodolfo could say no, though he had a feeling Ghost could overpower him if he needed to. "Why?" He asked, anyway.

Ghost gave him an imperceptible expression, but Rodolfo could feel he was surprised by the question. "Because I'd like to talk to you." Amusement.

"Fine." Rodolfo nodded, pretending he was deigning himself to go to Ghost's room, as if he was only doing it as a favor. He followed Ghost as he started to walk, falling into silence.

When they got to his quarters, Rodolfo went in first, sitting on the bed. "No more facades." Ghost stated as he closed the door. "What are you?"

"You can't tell?" Rodolfo frowned, genuinely surprised. He had imagined Ghost had already figured it out by now.

"I know you are a demon, but beyond that... No. I don't know." Ghost sighed, crossing his arms. "I also know you are not possessed, you're changed. Which narrows down my options... But still leaves too many for me to just guess."

Rodolfo smiled. "I could undress and show you?"

Ghost blinked and gave Rodolfo a stare before his eyes were relaxing, going back to their usual bored look. "Oh. You're a succubus."

"I'm wondering if I should be offended you did not assume Incubus."

"You've slept with two of them. Incubi typically do not go for their own." Ghost shook his head. "And maybe you are slightly too feminine. In my mind."

"So honest. I'm guessing something like me, then." Rodolfo leaned back on his hands. "But not a demon. I'd be able to clock you, immediately."

"No. Not a demon."

Rodolfo considered. "Not an angel, either... Or..." He watched Ghost shift nervously, from foot to foot. "Ah. Fallen angel?" He guessed, since he doubted an actual angel would be on earth in the British military.

"Something like that." Ghost muttered, which was basically a confirmation.

Rodolfo nodded, understanding. "I've heard of Nephilim. Never met one, before."

"I've never met a succubus before." Ghost admitted. "I... suppose I should warn you, I'm not interested in sex."

"I picked up on that." Rodolfo smiled, slightly. "So what are you interested in?"

"I... don't know." Ghost sighed. "I haven't decided, yet."

Rodolfo stood, carefully, and went up to Ghost. "Can I help you decide?" He murmured, trailing his fingers down Ghost's chest, where the material was thinnest. "I'll show you myself if you show me yours?"

Ghost paused and looked down at him. Rodolfo was surprised to feel anxiety course through him and furrowed his brows. Ghost was so... human, despite being so clearly inhuman. "Alright."

Rodolfo was a bit surprised to not get any protest, but he stepped back as Ghost started to undo his gear. One by one, every piece came off until Ghost was left in the clothes he wore under it, and then he was pulling his jacket off, sliding it down his shoulders.

Immediately, Rodolfo noted the greying skin, the black veins. He did take note of the sheer muscle under the skin and he'd admit that it made him excited. He was a sex demon, after all, he always had one thing on his mind, however subconsciously he kept it for convenience.

He had to back up more as Ghost pulled off his shirt and his form grew, easily towering Rodolfo in a matter of seconds. Well, more than he usually did.

Rodolfo looked at Ghost, surprised to see he was still wearing his mask. He decided to pursue that in a moment, jerking back at a sudden flutter of wings, which appeared to almost snap out of Ghost's back. "Fuck." He muttered, holding his chest.

"Sorry." Ghost chuckled and the sound rumbled around the room, easily filling it before sinking into Rodolfo's body.

Rodolfo's eyes traveled over Ghost, taking in every inch of skin and noting just how... scarred it was. The pure white scars were almost cruelly visible, unable to blend into the skin, even if Rodolfo unfocused his eyes.

He could see there was a story behind each of them, and he was unsure how to even go about turning the pages, where to even start. Instead, he moved his eyes to the wings, which were scarred and mangled, clearly broken.

Ghost's eyes avoided his own when he looked up to them and Rodolfo reached up, carefully, grabbing the bottom of the mask and starting to push it up.

Ghost didn't stop him, like he expected, and instead bent down slightly so Rodolfo had an easier time, closing his eyes as Rodolfo pushed the mask fully off his head.

Underneath the mask was... simply a being. Scarred and clearly uncomfortable with being exposed, but no more than anything else Rodolfo had encountered.

Rodolfo softened and reached up, touching his face, cupping it. He didn't have any words, so instead he just used his touch to soothe, watching Ghost just melt into his touch.

Rodolfo did remember his half of the agreement, though, so he backed up, letting go of Ghost and watching disappointment flash through him. "Don't worry, I'll touch you again." He promised.

Ghost paused and narrowed his eyes for a moment, realization pooling in his chest. Rodolfo laughed, softly. "I have to be able to know how to please people. Nephilim are no different." He explained.

Ghost made a face. "I'm unsure how I feel about my emotion being so on display."

"Funny, everyone says that when they find out." Rodolfo started to undress, finding himself bashful for the first time in forever. Huh. It was an odd feeling, sending goosebumps across his skin as he slowly pulled his clothes off.

Ghost's eyes traced every movement, following every item of clothing as it discarded on the floor, and then he was visibly softening once Rodolfo was just down to his boxers.

Rodolfo was still fairly close to human, being changed not born, but even still, he had a fair amount of "other" attributes. He was meant to draw people in. Small horns came from his head, curling around his skull in almost the manner of a ram, though they were much thinner. A tail flicked behind him, and much much smaller black wings came from his back. Then, there was the symbol on his abdomen, painting exactly what he was.

At some point, he'd hated how the change had affected his body, lending him more to the feminine side of things. He hadn't liked that he was "petite" and "small" but now... it certainly gave him an edge. He needed to eat and this helped him.

Ghost looked over him and then he was moving forward, touching Rodolfo. Rodolfo noted, for the first time, just how cold his skin was and it was... fantastic. Rodolfo's skin was always hot and this felt like ice, providing relief for a problem he hadn't even been aware of until just then. "You're pretty." It was a simple statement and Rodolfo could almost laugh.

"Not one for poetry?"

"I could try."

Rodolfo wasn't sure he wanted to put Ghost through that. Actively, he wanted to soothe. He turned them and nudged Ghost to the bed, pushing him down once he was there. Ghost frowned at him, but Rodolfo shook his head. "No sex, I promise."

Ghost seemed to hesitate before he nodded and sighed, relaxing. Rodolfo climbed onto the bed, moving to lay with him, resting his head on Ghost's chest and making his entire body radiate comfort. "How were you changed?" Ghost asked once Rodolfo was settled. Rodolfo felt his entire body relax and he smiled, glad he could help.

Rodolfo did pause, though, debating just saying no. It wasn't a comfortable story. "I... met these two people in my last year of high school. A man and a woman. I didn't have friends besides Alejandro and they wanted to be my friend... It devolved into a toxic friendship rather quickly." He explained, closing his eyes. He didn't like remembering this story, but he decided to allow himself some discomfort in exchange for Ghost's.

Ghost had gone silent, so Rodolfo took that as he was listening, since he could also feel interest. He did pause when Ghost's hand touched his wings, stroking over the base of them. He would admit they were kind of cute with how tiny they were. Useless as fuck, though. Mostly got in the fucking way.

Rodolfo took a breath before continuing. "They kept trying to make me... do things with them, but I didn't want to. We ended up splitting when Alejandro and I joined the military. Then... a few years later, when... everything happened with Valeria," more interest and curiosity from Ghost, "Alejandro and I were fighting. I didn't quite know then what I know now about Alejandro, but Alejandro was becoming distant. It... terrified me. So, when they reached out while I was on a leave, I went to hang out with them. I really shouldn't have... I knew that at the time, but I just wanted... well, more didn't want to be alone.

We went to a bar and caught up. Well, they started to flirt with me and... I was so lonely, so desperate that I almost gave in. Still, I said no. I had some idea of... sex being special at the time. Anyway, they slipped something in my drink. Made everything disorienting. Took me back to a hotel and..." Rodolfo tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he remembered that part.

Rodolfo felt concern from Ghost, but he didn't say anything, so Rodolfo continued. "One of them cut his palm. I kept begging them not to do whatever they were going to do, but they did it anyway, forcing their blood down my throat. I just remember the world going pink and red and... Then they were painting a symbol on my abdomen with their blood... I don't remember anything after that. I just remember coming to in the hotel room with... well, all of these." He gestured around himself. "I know they had someone rape me, but... I don't remember it. I'm glad I don't, honestly. I ended up feeding for the first time a week later, which I also barely remember."

Ghost was still silent and then Rodolfo went quiet as well, biting the inside of his lip. After a moment, he sighed. "Alejandro knows."

"I figured. I mistook his protectiveness as possession a few times." Ghost nodded, continuing to stroke over the base of his wings.

Rodolfo closed his eyes again, sighing. "I don't... dislike what I am. I've accepted it. But, it would have been nice to make the choice."

"I understand." Ghost nodded. Rodolfo made a soft sound of surprise, a moment later, when he was being moved, lifted up, and then cold lips were on his own, holding him so tight it was almost painful.

Rodolfo could feel desperation, loneliness... He felt sympathy for Ghost. He was clearly so alone... Being similar to each other likely filled a void inside him. Rodolfo had felt the same once he found out just how many of the Vaqueros were "other" like him. He didn't have to go through the world being isolated.

Rodolfo broke the kiss after a moment, putting his forehead on Ghost's. "You don't have to be lonely anymore."

Ghost nodded, closing his eyes. He didn't respond and Rodolfo didn't need one, because he could feel his relief.

A moment later, Ghost shifted around and Rodolfo smiled. "Feeding from you is going to be interesting." He murmured, after a moment.

"Maybe." Ghost laughed.