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While the topics of conversation remained relatively superficial and almost boring, the lady's thoughts were anything but. Although James had placed his hand on theirs and was gently stroking their knuckles, thus draining them of some energy, the lady seemed to imagine what it would be like to have several men at the same time. Starring James and him in their head. James, perfectly cool on the outside, gave Damien a knowing look.

That same evening his eldest brother had talk to him. He knew the lady's fantasy and if that meant one of his brothers could also benefit from their energy, he was more than willing to share. None of them objected to sharing their partners with the brothers as neither of them really felt any emotions involved. It was just a way for them to get what they needed to survive.

As soon as Damien opened the door, he already heard the thoughts of the two. Their desires and longings. His brother's, wondering when Damien would be coming and that their energy was really tasty. He found the two in the living room. While the lady leaned lasciviously against the wall, James stood close to them. Their arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on their waist. They were joined in a deep kiss, Damien saw the energy that lay like a thin blanket on their skin.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching the two of them. He then stepped into the room, almost immediately the two broke the kiss. Their heads turned to him and Damien could hear the anticipation in their minds. They lowered their arms, releasing James, who released them as well and took a small step back. They just looked at each other for a moment, then James placed his hand on their waist again, giving them the little push they needed as he gently shoved them towards his brother.

None of the three spoke when they finally started walking. Damien and James didn't need to talk to know what they were going to do and the lady was so distracted by their own excitement that they probably couldn't find any words. They stopped in front of Damien, looking at him teasingly through long lashes. He glanced at James, who was eyeing him almost amusedly. What he was waiting for was the question dominating his brother's mind.

And Damien responded. His hand gently tracing the back of their neck as he finally pulled them into a kiss. Immediately they pressed against him, returned the kiss stormy. Not a second later James was with them. He approached them from behind, his hands running up their back in gentle waves to find the clasp of their dress. The lady, on the other hand, had found the hem of Damien's shirt, he could feel their fingernails on his lower stomach. Heard their moan into the kiss as he intensified the kiss, drawing light circles on their neck with his fingertips.

James zipped the dress, accompanying the movement with his lips, trailing light butterfly kisses on the way down. Both brothers felt their excitement, the energy increased. The dress pooled in a small puddle around their feet as James straightened up behind them. He traced their black lace underwear with his fingers for a moment before undoing their bra with ease. They pulled their fingers from Damien's skin to get rid of the offending piece of cloth. As they slipped their hands back under his shirt, he let go of their neck. His hands settled on their waist, steadying them before he broke the kiss and lowered his head to their neck to run his tongue over the delicate skin of their cleavage.

They moaned, their head following his movement as if to capture his lips again. Damien almost laughed when he heard James' dissatisfied internal murmurs. While his brother shared his partners, he didn't like being ignored any longer than necessary. And he made that clear only moments later when his hand went to the back of their neck. He gathered their loose hair in a fist before taking a small step to the side and jerking their head towards him by the hair.

They gasped at the quick movement before he captured their lips in a hard kiss. His free hand was still gently stroking their back, a contrast to the fist in their hair.

Damien, on the other hand, turned his attention to their breasts. While he massaged one breast with his hand and made their moan in James' kiss, he cupped the nipple of the other breast with his lips and sucked lightly. Their torso arched towards him, they pressed their breasts closer to him without denying James the pleasure of their lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, Damien saw James' hand travel down their side to the front of their stomach. Without breaking the caress of their breasts, he watched his brother's hand travel down and into the underwear. He ran his tongue around their nipple again, then bit down gently before turning to the other breast.

James, on the other hand, enjoyed the moans that he caught in his mouth, his hand in their hair relentlessly. Served as a contrast his hand in their underwear gently stroked their crevice, collecting the moisture and his fingertips teasing their entrance. The lady moaned again and Damien felt James activate the enthrallment. Only lightly and barely perceptible, but their body, pressed between the brothers, reacted. Immediately, their heartbeat increased even more, heat literally danced over their skin. And this time it was Damien who got impatient.

He slid down their stomach as well, placed his hands on their waist and hooked his fingers into their underwear. Their hands found his hair as he ran his hands down to lower the underwear before moving up again to gently open their legs for him. He leaned forward, feeling their fingers clench in his hair in anticipation, and ran his tongue over the space between their legs. They bucked, probably would have swayed without James' relentless grip.

Damien's tongue continued its journey unperturbed, his hands gripping their thigh to steady them again. When he dipped his tongue into their opening it was now up to him to activate the enthrallment. He didn't need to look up to see James smirk into the kiss as he felt the second spell.

But Damien was just concentrating on the lady's taste, on the energy he was able to extract from them with every tongue flick, every movement of the fingers he'd added. He increased the spell the faster he thrust his fingers into them, his tongue never losing contact with the skin. He heard the spiral of their aroused thoughts, knew even before the muscles inside them throbbed around his fingers that they was about to cum.

A scream left their lips as they reached their first climax, James released their lips for just a moment to let them gasp, then his lips were on theirs again. He tasted their energy, made even more intense by the orgasm. Knew it wouldn't be long before it was his turn. Noticing Damien moving out of the corner of his eye, he began to act. He had waited patiently long enough.

While they was still recovering from their high, he broke the kiss, stepping behind them and placing his hand on their lower back. With his free hand he opened his pants, with the other he pushed their upper body slightly forward. That's all it needed. Damien was already on his feet, capturing their lips for a kiss and setting their body in the position he knew James liked.

And the eldest let no more time pass. He stepped closer to them, his legs almost between theirs and in one fluid motion he entered them from behind. James heard them moan into his brother's kiss, he cupped their waist, holding them tight and directing their body as he thrusts inside them.

Damien, on the other hand, was surprised when he heard a request in their mind that he hadn't expected, but was only too happy to accept. He also opened his pants, but only ended the kiss when he was sure that it was what they wanted. And they wanted it. No sooner had their lips parted, their tongue coming out and wetting their lips, he had taken a step back. He pumped his member with his hand, they moaned from James' thrusts, almost cumming again, as Damien slipped his other hand up their neck.

James watched as his brother brought their head down, could hear them moaning around the member of his brother, without slowing his own pace. Could feel the muscles working around him, saw his brother's eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of pounding into them.

But James wanted more. He needed more. He upped his enthrallment again, holding them in place and his thrusts became even faster. His brother did the same. And they peaked a high again just seconds later. Great waves of energy erupted from them. Washed over James and Damien drinking in their energy with relish.

Among his brothers, Matthew is the one most likely to attract attention with his cheerfulness. Not all of this is always meant honestly, because like Erik, he has put up a kind of protective shield around himself in the Abyssal Plains to protect himself from the harsh reality. In the human world, this mask is much weaker, only when he is stressed or insecure does he seem happier and more exhilarated than he feels inside. But he also likes to use this cheerful manner to cheer up those who mean a lot to him. In the Abyssal Plains, he liked to create things to take his mother's mind off her worries. Now it's his brothers, for whom he likes to play the over-the-top clown, even if he often has to listen to teasing for it. Erik in particular, who tends to be calm and level-headed, benefits from the fact that Matthew seems to have a nose for when a bit of a good mood can work wonders. Sometimes just cracking silly jokes or fooling around is enough to put a smile on Erik's face and while you might not expect it, Matthew is quite good at reading the mood of a room and acting accordingly. And what does it matter if he makes a fool of himself to make his brother feel better. His newfound passion for computer and console games is something he also uses to support his brother Sam, mostly unnoticed by him. Because while neither of them would ever say it out loud, when it comes to competitive gaming, it's still best for the own ego to beat a brother. And Sam in particular, who has to hold back a lot, needs an ego boost from time to time. As such, Matthew is sometimes not as good as he could be in providing Sam with an opponent to defeat. Not that he would ever seriously let Sam know.

"What's the matter with him?" Matthew cocked his head slightly as he watched Sam, who had stomped angrily across the living room only to slam the door to one of the bedrooms behind him. When the door almost broke off its hinges, James voice immediately came from the kitchen, "Sam! Stop that!" Erik, who was sitting next to Matthew on the sofa, looked from the kitchen door to the room where Sam had disappeared and shrugged his shoulders. "He was in a bad mood yesterday. He was probably upset about something. You know him…” Matthew nodded thoughtfully as he leaned back, not taking his eyes off the door.

A few hours later, Sam's mood hadn't improved. Matthew had been trying to figure out what had happened and from the way James was behaving towards his brother, Matthew's best guess was that the two had fallen out over some minor issue. They all needed little breaks from each other now and then, none of them were used to being so constantly surrounded by others, which was especially true for Sam. Matthew knew he valued his freedom and that being unable to do what he wanted bothered him more than any other brother. But aside from freedom there was something else that Sam loved as his brother knew and that was winning a competition. Matthew grinned as he came up with a plan.

Less than twenty minutes later he was sitting on the sofa in front of the big screen TV and turned up the console game volume. Damien had kindly taken James and Erik out of the house on the pretense of going shopping so that Matthew and Sam could be noisy to their hearts' content. And it didn't even last the entire intro of the game before Sam appeared in the living room doorway. "Where are the others?" "Shopping," was Matthew's curt reply as he tweaked the game's settings with the controller. "Hm. Good. And what are you doing there?” Sam asked as he approached the sofa.

Matthew bit back a grin. Sometimes his older brother was really easy to bait. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he replied, "That? Oh, that's a new game. A sequel to the battle game you were so incredibly bad at..." "Me? Bad? In your dreams, Goblin!” And then Sam appeared in Matthew's field of vision as he flopped down on the sofa next to him. Showing indifference, the latter tossed him a controller, ignoring the nickname Sam had given him, "If you say so."

A few hours later, Damien had already returned with James and Erik, Matthew, Sam and Damien were sitting on the sofa laughing. Erik and James had also joined them, even if neither of them liked games of this kind. The mood was lively and Sam suddenly threw up his hand in triumph, "Won!" Matthew sat back on the sofa, defeated. "This was pure luck. Next time I'll win.” Sam just laughed and started a new game, while James, unnoticed to Sam, put a hand on Matthew's shoulder and smiled gratefully at him before he and Erik made their way to the kitchen.

Several days later it was Erik who, after an unsuccessful attempt at flirting, carried his bad mood like a shield in front of him. As far as Matthew knew, rejection from humans wasn't something Erik really cared about, but this time his big brother seemed to be plagued by self-doubt. A feeling that Matthew could certainly relate to. And for exactly that reason, something that Matthew wanted to distract his brother from.

And he made sure there was an opportunity to do just that. First, he asked Erik for help, nothing out of the ordinary, just some fraternal advice he supposedly wanted to get. Just having his little brother need his advice was something Matthew knew was balm for Erik's battered ego. But of course, he wasn't done yet.

As soon as Erik had made himself reasonably comfortable at the dining table, Matthew shifted to the side, only to be able to slip off the chair in a particularly theatrical manner. He called it an accident when he got back on his feet. "Stupidity" was commented on by Erik, whose face twitched slightly. A second step. Now some funny comments followed, built into the conversation between the two and with each sentence Matthew could see how Erik's mood slowly improved. A little joke here, a little clumsiness there, and by the time Erik joined in the admittedly stupid jokes, Matthew knew he'd chosen the right path.

The kitchen was a total disaster. Flour splattered the countertop like white dust, and the sink was full of bowls and other utensils. Sliced strawberries lay abandoned on a board, a strawberry perched on a bowl of freshly whipped cream. Her destiny was forgotten, while soft laughter from the adjoining bedroom filled the stillness.

Matthew had invited them to try this recipe with him. They liked to spend time together in the kitchen. He appreciated their love of baking and the kitchen was never without laughter and warm words when they were together. They had been a couple for a while now, there had been a few hot kisses and flirty touches here and there, showing them how attractive they were in his eyes while he drained small amounts of energy from them every now and then. But he let them set the pace, wanting them to be comfortable with him before they went any further. He didn't want to rush anything with them.

But today he had noticed the subtle change in their demeanor. Sometimes it almost seemed as if they would shy away from his touch, hesitant in their reaction. But as he stood behind them today, his hands on theirs as they kneaded the dough together and he let his warm breath roam the back of their neck, he felt their energy increase. They had leaned their back against him until not even a sheet could fit between them. All while they continued talking, laughing and kneading the cake dough.

While neither of them could really say how it had happened, the path had led them to the bedroom, their lips parted only for the necessary oxygen. Now they were lying together on the bed, more kisses were exchanged, lovely words he whispered in their ear, which he knew they wanted and needed to hear to increase their own self-confidence filled the air between giggling while fabric rubbed against fabric.

Matthew's hands traveled down their arm, chaste yet lustful as he broke the kiss to meet their eyes. And what he saw filled him with warmth. Desire. They radiated pure lust and sexual tension. And while Matthew was quite experienced, he knew it would be their first time. And he wanted to make it as perfect as possible for them. He wanted them, lusted after them, and they seemed ready to take the next step with him.

With every piece of clothing that left their body, he felt them getting more and more nervous. But he wasn't going to let their insecurities get the better of them, not when he saw all that was good and perfect in them. Every word, carefully chosen, every kiss and touch a reassurance, an assurance that he was there for them and would catch them. When the last piece of clothing was spread out on the floor next to the bed, he caught a glimpse of them reaching for the covers. But he stopped their movement, took their hand and kissed each of their knuckles. "Don't hide from me. Please…" a pleading tone spoken with an air of dominance, a smile reaching their eyes that he wanted to drown in.

Now their hands began to wander as well, almost cautiously feeling the muscles of his upper body while he leaned towards them and his lips got hold of their earlobe. A soft moan, no more than a whiff, left their lips as he began to explore their neck with butterfly kisses, his hand trailing down their torso. With velvety movements he stroked their thighs, elicited another soft moan from them before his hand wandered back up to their navel.

He lifted his head, his lips found theirs and he smiled into the kiss, their tongues beginning to dance together. He liked the way they snuggled up to him, their fingers on his skin that sent goosebumps spreading like a warm shiver. His hand continued to move down, but stopped just before it reached his target. He didn't want to push them, wanted to let them decide how far they would go. And they seemed to understand his intention, for their hand covered his only moments later.

Matthew raised his head and looked at them, an unspoken question behind his bright blue eyes that enchanted them again and again. A smile, genuine and bright, was the reply and their hand moved down with his. He leaned down again, stealing their lips for another kiss, his fingers gently tracing between their legs, while theirs retreated. He felt the liquid that had already collected between their legs and had to control himself not to activate his enthrallment.

He didn't want to influence them, not like this, not today. Today he would step back, give them an experience that would leave them wanting more. Their moan into his mouth snapped him out of his thoughts and his fingers began a sensual dance between their legs. His mouth parted from theirs and he kissed their cheek before running his tongue down their neck. A finger was placed at their entrance before he gently started to push it in.

He absorbed every reaction, no matter how small, moving his finger without taking his eyes off them. Their sighs and moans were music to his ears that he wanted to hear over and over again. When he dipped a second finger, they arched slightly, but immediately pressed closer to him. "Please…" at this point they didn't seem to be sure what they wanted to ask anymore. Matthew breathed playfully in their ear, tickling them with his breath and they giggled with a groan. The movement of his fingers quickened, his cock throbbing painfully against their bare leg.

He felt their climax announced, tasted the energy on their skin and with a tongue flick down their throat and two more thrusts they came onto his fingers, their body trembling with excitement as his name flowed from their lips. Matthew enjoyed watching their body melt through his touch, accepting the energy they offered without withdrawing his fingers. Only when they were off their high did he slowly pull away and gave them a quick peck on the lips before looking at them again.

They blinked, still caught in the fog of need, as they looked up at him. They then wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, so that Matthew had to brace his hands next to their head to keep from falling on top of them. Breathless laughter gurgled in his throat, aroused by his partner's newfound boldness. As their mouths parted, they lifted their head, their velvety lips brushing his neck.

Matthew was about to pull away, take them in his arms and just enjoy having them there when he heard their words whisper in his ear "I want you." Three words that made his eyes widen before he caught himself. A grin spread across his face as he raised his head again to look at them. "You have me! All of me!" It was their turn to laugh before they ran their hand down his back and spread their legs further, a rosy pink spreading across their face.

It was only a few moments before he was hovering over them, his legs between theirs. With one hand he steadies himself, the other gently stroked their leg while he pushed it a little further to the side. His tip, moistened with precum, lightly touched their entrance. He looked deep into their eyes as he slowly pushed himself into them. "Tell me if I have to stop!" Inch by inch he pressed into them, watching their expression, the desire in their eyes. Their lips parted slightly, they let out a ragged breath, moaning while he felt their walls enclosing him.

Once deep inside them, he leaned in and kissed them passionately, struggling to lie still so they could adjust to his size. It wasn't until they gently rolled their hips that he began to move, cautiously and slowly at first, his hand finding theirs, the fingers intertwined before he placed them next to their head. Matthew's lips never left theirs for long, he sucked in their moan, enjoyed the tightness that surrounded him and with every thrust he penetrated deeper and a little harder.

"Matthew..." his name slipped out of their mouth like a prayer, moans accompanied by skin rubbing together. He lifted his head and looked into their face. Their eyes closed, lips parted with excitement, pink cheeks with small drops of sweat sticking to them. Their energy radiated from them, almost blinding him with its intensity and while his breathing became more and more ragged, he felt the walls around him contracting faster and faster, muscles massaging him and he increased his pace further.

"I… Matthew, I…" It was just a babble, too caught up in their own lust to think straight. Brilliant blue eyes focused on them, his tongue wetting his own lips. "Let go..." he murmured barely audibly. Their body responded to his command instantly.

Their orgasm swept over them like a wave, his thrusts sloppy as he chased his own high. His name, now a sharp scream on their lips, muscles holding him tight and pushing him over the edge. He came with quick thrusts, their energy pouring out of every pore and he sucked it in, enjoying the feeling and hearing their ragged breathing. He stayed motionless on them, letting them and himself catch their breath before pulling out and lying down beside them. He immediately reached out an arm and pulled them into a hug, with the other hand pulling a blanket over them both.

Sam was famous in the Abyssal Plains for being strong. Not just in battle, but in his physical form alone. He was powerful, resilient and tough. And he was proud of it. Now that he has left their former world with his brothers, he doesn't really have many opportunities to live out and show his true strength and speed. But every now and then his brothers benefit from it. Most of the time it's James who, even if he's the one who gets on Sam’s nerves the most with having to control his power, appreciates his brother's strength. Sam helps him to lift heavy objects or carry different things from one place to another. He doesn't do this because his brother couldn't do it himself, as they are all physically stronger than humans, but he knows that this way he can take work off his brother's shoulders and if he's being honest with himself, helping James is better than quarreling with a cranky older brother. A win-win situation, but he won’t do it without grumbling, of course. He has a reputation to uphold. And even if Sam doesn't appear to be a peaceful character at first glance, he has a very calm inner pole. He's often the one who's by Damien's side when things get too rough for him. Of course, the new life in the human world is the best thing that could have happened to his little brother, but he still has to struggle with adapting to human rules and customs. Not to mention that he's still struggling with not being able to control his mind reading. So, when Sam notices that Damien is retreating, uncomfortable or just needs a break, he's there to take him on a little trip. Just somewhere quiet with as few people as possible to distract Damien while being outside for some fresh air. They go for a walk together, mostly in silence, and Sam will do his best to keep his own thoughts under control enough for Damien to really get some rest.

Sam stood indecisively on the doorstep of their current home, looking down at the sacks of potting soil and plants delivered to James. He really couldn't understand his eldest brother's obsession with flowers and gardening, but who cares? "And why do we need them again?" The annoyed undertone could hardly be overheard and if Sam had something better to do he probably would have been really annoyed, but as it was, it was just a way to keep his attitude up. Admitting that he didn't mind didn't even cross his mind.

"I just explained it and I don't want to repeat myself..." came his brother's answer from inside the house, apparently, he was already on his way to the small garden at the back. "Because they are very pretty and the scent is supposed to have a calming effect." Damien explained, who was leaning against the door and grinning at Sam in amusement. Sam groaned in mock irritation before turning to Damien and rolling his eyes. His brother returned his gaze unperturbed, then backed away from the door, "Hurry, James is waiting for you." Before Sam could add anything, he heard James' voice, "Sam!" "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." He called back, turned to the sacks and shouldered the first three.

While Sam brought one sack after the other through the house into the garden and everything was piled up more or less neatly, his brother was already busy filling the bed that he had only marked out a week ago with soil. After Sam placed the last two plants with the others, he turned to James who was about to open another sack of potting soil. "Let me do that." This time his voice sounded grumpier than he intended, but James didn't seem to mind. He just slid sideways to make room for Sam, who was now filling the big sacks into the bed one by one.

The two didn't really speak, but worked quietly side by side. It wasn't that they weren't able to hold a conversation, it was more that the two got along best when they weren't speaking. Their way of expressing themselves was too different and even if Sam knew that James didn't do it on purpose, his way of speaking often got on his nerves more than a little bit.

"Was that it?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest when he had emptied the last sack and looked down at his brother, who was kneeling in front of the bed with a plant in his hand. "Yeah, thanks Sam." "Not worth mentioning," Sam murmured as he turned to go back into the house. And he meant what he said. A relaxed James would be cooking up a delicious meal tonight, and maybe this time he wouldn't risk a rebuke for his poor table manners when he was hungry. The chance was slim, but it was there.

The next day Sam felt something heavy in the air. Matthew, Erik and Damien had spent the evening at a club and while Matthew and Erik had enjoyed the evening to the fullest, the visit had apparently been a bit too much for Damien. His youngest brother enjoyed being among people, much more than Sam did himself, but sometimes it got to be too much for his brother due to the accumulation of voices in his head in large crowds. Sam could tell by the way Damien was even quieter than he used to be, he didn't participate much in conversations between the brothers and his posture seemed more tense than normal.

And exactly this behavior observed Sam at breakfast. For a moment he debated with himself whether he should wait and see, but when Erik suggested going to the mall and Damien refused with a lame excuse, he knew he had to act. He leaned back in his chair. “I was thinking more about taking a walk through the park. You're coming with me, Damien, aren't you?” he asked as casually as possible. All of his brothers knew it wasn't a question and even Damien, who seemed hesitant, finally nodded while James steered the conversation with Erik and Matthew to another topic.

A little later, Sam and Damien were strolling along a small lake and while Sam was watching his brother, Damien seemed to have focused his attention on a couple of ducklings waddling happily behind their mother to the water. Even if Sam really tried, he couldn't completely hide the worries he had about his little brother. "Don't worry." Damien's voice snapped him out of his own thoughts and he was immediately annoyed that he hadn't controlled his thoughts better. "Sure?" Sam asked, and when Damien didn't respond immediately, he added, "It's not like I can read your mind too... You've got to tell me what's wrong!"

A sincere smile crossed Damien's features, "Thank you Sam. But it's all right." "If you say so. If you don't want to talk okay, but if you do, I'm here to listen!" "And I really appreciate that!" They went both silent for a moment and Sam guessed that Damien was thinking about how to put his thoughts into words. But when Damien didn't speak again, Sam realized he was just trying to end this topic. Not very effective, but Sam was the last person who would force someone to talk about something they didn't want to talk about.

James:

He immediately apologizes. Not that he's ashamed of being a demon, or of his true form per se, he just doesn't think a human should see him that way. In his opinion, humans can't deal with something so unfamiliar. The fact that they ask him if they can touch his horns throws him off. Not that he shows it. Presumably he'll let his horns be touched and answer their questions, even though he's tense and not comfortable with the whole situation. He's most likely one of the brothers who cast a spell on the human afterward to make them forget they saw him like that. Some things just shouldn't be known by more people than absolutely necessary, whether he trusts them or not. Just a precaution.

Erik:

He is surprised and more than confused by the reaction. The element of surprise tempts him to quickly put on his usual mask to cover up his insecurity. Erik doesn't mind if they want to touch him. On the contrary. He'll even get a bit flirtatious and will encourage them to touch him as much as they want. Of course, he'll also answer questions, though he'll be more keen to let his true form speak for himself. Their disbelief and enthusiasm make him smile. However, he will presumably consult with his brothers, most notably James, about whether it is a wise decision for humans to know their true forms. And no matter how unfortunate he finds it, he also tends to rob them of the memories of that precious moment.

Sam:

Sam is a little overwhelmed at first. Unlike some of his brothers, he's not worried about them running away, he just knows he's way faster. He takes great pride in his true form and makes no secret of it. But he doesn't like the fact that they want to touch him at all. He will probably only let himself be touched if the person really has a lot of persuasive skills. And even then, he doesn't like it very much. After all, he is not an animal in a petting zoo, although the touch of his horns is quite pleasant. Whether he comes up with the idea of undoing what happened depends on how much he trusts the person. If he has the slightest doubt that they might accidentally reveal something, he will adjust to his older brothers' handling. With him, however, there is also a chance that he lets the person live with the knowledge, no matter what his brothers say about it.

Matthew:

He catches himself much faster than most of his brothers. Matthew doesn't mind the person seeing him that way, nor is he particularly uncomfortable with it. He tries to downplay the situation a bit, though, although he's clearly comfortable with them making such a fuss about his true form. Like Erik, he has no problem with being touched, although he won't encourage them further. Rather a self-protection, because it would be far too easy to withdraw energy in this situation and he really doesn't want that now. He would also answer questions and feels quite pleasant in the role of the one who explains it. Like Sam, it depends on the relationship of trust whether he acts afterwards or not, although he is more likely to be persuaded by James than his brother.

Damien:

James:

His go-to: Up against a wall. James is significantly more selective about his humans than some of his brothers. With his past always lurking beneath his facade, he is intent on making the best possible choice. He likes to be in control and it shows in the bedroom when he's found someone who lives up to his intellectual yet reserved standard. Having his human partner pressed against the wall has several advantages for him. For one, he can demonstrate his strength, show that he's the one in charge. At the same time, with deep and well-aimed thrusts, he will make sure to stimulate the points that increase his partner's desire to an absolute level, thereby also maximizing the energy gain. He challenges himself to hold on to his partner, but still seeks stability and trust. Because they have to trust and be able to rely on him being able to hold this position. And James will always prove he's rock solid.

Erik:

His go-to: cowgirl. The second eldest is not quite as choosy as his older brother, as he tends to look for other criteria in his partner when he needs energy. However, he likes it when his human partner is a little more shy. Through the training he received in the Abyssal Plains, he knows exactly how to ecstasy his companion and get them to deliver the greatest possible amount of energy. In his favorite position, it shows that he tries very hard to ensure that his partner really finds their satisfaction, even when he is sometimes more concerned with gaining energy than with pure fun. Because in this position, his partner sets the tone with his hip movements, can determine how fast or slow everything happens and move in such a way that they enjoys the act. But subconsciously he also shows something else with this position. It's not that he's lazy, he's trying to encourage others to take control and express themselves, which he still needs to work on.

Sam: His go-to: from behind. For Sam, in contrast to his brothers, finding a partner is rarely about gaining energy, because he likes to get it through rage, even if he risks getting into trouble with James. It is important for him that his potential partner is down to earth and not arrogant, even if it is a one-night stand. He likes to take his partner from behind so he can control his thrusts and accelerate as he pleases. He doesn't care if they're lying in front of him, if he's pushing them against a wall or if they're lying on their side. Contrary to what one might expect, he does not express his detachment or desire to instill dominance in them as he often snuggles up to them. He acts more out of a kind of protective instinct. In this position, standing behind them, he protects them, gives them joy and security, even if he seems rather rough and aloof on the outside. Above all, Sam shows that his partner can rely on him and that he always has their back.

Matthew:

His go-to: doggy style. Matthew isn't particularly picky about his partners, at least unless he's serious. It is important to him that people recognize his balancing act between masculinity and fun and honor it in a certain way. His favorite position shows that he likes it wild. It's the perfect position for him, especially for one-night stands, because both have fun while he has the speed and depth of his thrusts under control. On the other hand, he also clearly expresses his distance from the person whose energy he will gain through several orgasms. This position comes across as confident and dominating, which subconsciously is definitely something he's trying to live up to. During the act he can forget his self-doubt and the desire to be seen by others as a real man for the time being and control the whole experience according to his and his partner's taste. And while he has a favorite position that is actually most commonly seen as selfish, he always has his partner's pleasure and well-being in mind. He's proving he's capable of taking the lead and running the show, and it's not like his partner isn't getting their money's worth, as satisfying their cravings is something he never overlooks.

Damien:

For several weeks he had noticed the change in their behavior. His partner was more tired than usual, lethargic and they seemed to suffer from self-doubt. At first James thought they was just a little stressed, but as the days went by it became clear that it wasn't just listlessness. Of course, James had started researching. He had read many articles on the subject. Non-fiction books written by doctors, reports from those affected. And even if, thanks to his ability, he had quickly found out what was going on, it was now all the more difficult for him to use his knowledge in the right way.

Because there was no secret recipe for people who suffer from depression. No formula that fits every human being and rules that could be strictly followed to help them. It was as individual as each person. And although James knew his partner very well, as he himself believed, after all he wanted to spend the rest of his life with them, he struggled with how best to help.

But he wouldn't give up, they mean too much to him to let them down. He would always stand behind them and help them where and how he could. They weren't alone and he would do anything in his power to prove it to them.

When he let the door close behind him at home, he immediately went in search of them. "Love? Are you there?" It wasn't long before he heard bare feet tapping on the floor, approaching him from the direction of the bedroom. Just a moment later they turned around the corner. They were wearing sweatpants and a shirt that he knew he'd placed neatly on the dresser by his side of the bed just last night. Their hair was tousled and it seemed like they had just woken up.

His heart jumped a little at the sight of them. No matter how often he saw them, no matter what they wore and how their outward appearance affected others, since he had met them years ago they had always been the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

With a quick step he stepped in front of them and wordlessly took them in his arms, their greeting muffled. Their stature seemed small and fragile in his arms, even though he was not in demon form, and he knew he would traverse this world and any other if they ended up waiting for him. After a brief moment of silence, just enjoying his love's snuggling up against him, he lifted his head to kiss them on the forehead. A ritual he did every day when he got home from work and every time a pleasant warmth spread through him. "I hope you had a nice day?"

An hour later they were sitting on the sofa, he had exchanged his jacket and shirt for a sweater, they had snuggled up to his arm while they waited for the meal they had ordered from their favorite Italian place. There was a TV show playing in the background that James knew they liked to watch.

There was a cozy atmosphere until a soft whisper came from their side. "I'm sorry." The words were barely more than a breath, but they still sounded like a drumbeat to James. His grip on them tightened. "Sorry about what, love?" They had averted their eyes when he glanced sideways at them. After another minute of silence, they finally said, "That I couldn't bring myself to go out to dinner with you. I know how important today's deal was to you. That you were looking forward to celebrating it with me tonight..."

The sadness in their voice made him swallow. "My love, that's not..." "I saw the reservation.", they interrupted him and turned to him in his arm. "I know how much you like to eat there" internally he could have hit himself because he shouldn't have left the reservation lying around. Tears welled up in their eyes "It's just... I... I just can't. I just can't bring myself to go there with you. You deserve so much more than someone like me who can't even bring themselves to be really happy for you. Someone who can get their own life on track and have your back the same way you have my back. You are amazing and I'm just..."

"Stop!" he had to cut them off, unable to listen to them belittling themselves any longer. He wiped away a tear on their cheek before gently lifting their head under the chin so he could look into their eyes. "Please, my love, stop talking about yourself like that! You are wonderful! Yes, it's true, I made a reservation for us there, but I don't care. I care about you. And if you don't feel like it it's totally fine. I don't need a restaurant or someone in fancy clothes to feel good. Here, with you in my arms, I'm the happiest I can be. You're my partner, my heart and I just need you."

With every word he spoke more tears ran down their cheeks. James took them in his arms again and hugged them. He could feel them trembling against his chest as if they were cold. "I'm just so broken. I don't know what to do..." they sobbed softly and James closed his eyes. It was almost unbearable for him to see them so sad. They talked for a while, while he continued to hold them in his arms. Soft words were exchanged and James did his best to allay their self-doubt and remorse. Of course, he also offered them help, but he left the decision up to them. The food that was delivered to them had already gone cold when they fell asleep in his arms.

James:

James is definitely into bondage and light bdsm. He loves to be in control and lives this out in his sex life. He particularly likes to restrain his partner, be it with a tie, a scarf or something similar. Having such power over the other, seeing them whimper and fall apart beneath him turns him on. For him, this also means that his partner trusts him. That they submit to him in the bedroom, even if the person is otherwise rather confident. Contrary to some beliefs, he doesn't have a daddy kink. Neither brother is turned on by being called daddy - after all, their association with the topic of father is beyond bad, so they can't find this kink arousing even apart from their memories.

Erik:

When it comes to sex, Erik has a sort of voice kink and also a penchant for edging. It turns him on to hear his partner moan and whimper. Knowing that he's the one who can get them into that kind of ecstasy and elicit every little sound of pleasure from them gives him satisfaction. Always keen to give his partner maximum pleasure, heavy breathing and moans are confirmation that he's doing everything right. When it comes to himself, he likes edging. He likes it when his partner edges him and he experiences the climax much more intensely after a few times. Through his past, he has a lot of experience in the sexual field and has tried many things. For this reason, edging is perfect for him, because he experiences his own orgasm stronger, deeper and more intense because he longed for it.

Sam:

Sam tends to have a light breeding kink, albeit unconsciously and he is really fond of outdoor sex. His breeding kink is not very strong, but he is very proud of his maternal lineage, proud of being a demon and even if he is not very aware of it himself, he would like to continue his legacy at some point. Outwardly, he just likes to cum inside his partner and to fill them to the brim. Sam doesn't really realize that the idea of having an heir is simmering under the facade. However, he himself is well aware that he has a strong fondness for having sex outdoors. He likes the adrenaline and the thrill that builds up because there is a risk of getting caught. This is all the more surprising since he doesn't like audience at all and sex is something very personal for him.

Matthew:

It probably won't surprise anyone, but Matthew has a roleplay kink (Kitty Play) in which he takes the dominant part. There is also the tendencies of a breeding kink in him, which he is quite aware of, in contrast to his brother. His roleplay kink conveys a certain playfulness and lightness, he immerses himself in his roles and manages to embody them perfectly without losing sight of the lust and pleasure of him and his partner. When his partner wants to get him lose his cool, leaning in and purring in his ear is often enough. However, they should never do this in public because when Matthew is feeling edgy he tends to get really rough. However, like his other brothers, he would never actually hurt or harm his partner. He likes to cum deep inside his partner and the thought of carrying on his legacy usually makes him want to go for a second round right away.

Damien:

A short time later they were already kneeling next to James in front of the bed and together they planted the newly acquired flowers. They talked about their day, he asked interested questions as if it were the most natural thing in the world. With every minute that they spent with James in the garden and told him about the day, they relaxed more and more. He just manages to ask the right questions to make everything appear in a more positive light for them. A smile soon appeared on their features and by the time they accidentally dropped something and James caught it for them, they had already forgotten that their day had been anything but good.

It quickly became apparent that he, like them, enjoyed working in the garden and over time the contact had become closer and closer. And they had to admit that he and his brothers had crept into their heart. When they were with them, it was a little like coming home. It wasn't that they didn't have friends, people to hang out with, but there was something about gardening with James and watching the brothers' interactions that felt so comforting, even if they couldn't describe why.

After quickly changing clothes, they opened the small gate that separated their gardens. James was already kneeling in front of a flower bed. He looked up when he heard the sound of the gate. "Hello, I'm glad you made it!" With a smile that came naturally, they walked up to him. "Hi James, I said I'd help. So..." They looked around, "...what can I do?"

In between, Damien came up to them and invited them to stay for dinner. Matthew, the second youngest brother as they knew, had found a new dessert recipe and was going to try it. They considered turning down the offer, but before they could say anything, Damien smiled kindly. "I know you want it!" And yes, he was right. They wanted to stay for dinner, continue talking to James and watch the brothers tease each other. They were too comfortable with them to refuse. "I would like to stay for dinner, thank you!" "You're welcome, I'm looking forward to it." "But first we have to finish this." James intervened and handed them a rake, which they accepted with a smile.

When they finally planted the last plant and started smoothing the soil over the bed, they were talking about holiday destinations. Conversations with James were always interesting, he had a wide range of knowledge and was always interested in the opinions of others. "I was in Germany once and visited a Christmas market..." their story was interrupted by loud screams coming from the house. Not a second later the patio door flew open and Matthew ran into the garden. Closely followed by Sam who seemed to slow down when he saw them. Matthew laughed, running straight for the two of them and in one quick movement he jumped behind them, wrapping his arm around their waist and pushing them in front of him as if using them as some kind of shield.

"It really wasn't me!" he spluttered out laughing while a single look from James was enough to bring Sam to a halt in front of them. "Bullshit. Nobody else was at the console. You deleted my fucking save." They felt Matthew, still laughing, shake his head behind them. "It wasn't me, why would I delete such a bad save?" "You little pig..." "Sam!" James cut him off with a warning in his voice and they couldn't hold back their laughter any longer.

Their laughter seemed so confusing to Sam that he opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a few seconds, which only made them and Matthew laugh more. When he finally caught himself, he crossed his arms and tilted his head at them. "And what's so funny about that, exactly?" They raised their hands reassuringly, and as they spoke, remembering using the exact same gesture to placate their siblings, "Nothing, really."

"I think they're laughing because you guys are acting like little, ill-mannered kids," James suggested and they pressed their lips together to keep from laughing again. Then he turned to Matthew, "Didn't you actually want to make dinner?" They dismissed it as an illusion that James's gaze wandered to the arm that Matthew still had around them when he asked the question. Matthew immediately let go of them and danced around Sam, who followed his movements with narrowed eyes.

"I apologize on their behalf", James finally said with a sigh as Sam walked back into the house as well. "You don't have to." James looked at them in mild disbelief for a moment before bending down to pick up the last sack of potting soil. As if automatically, they grabbed the rake again. "Besides..." they murmured under their breath, immediately catching James' attention again, who gave them a questioning look when they didn't continue.

"Besides...?" he repeated, questioningly, as if to encourage them to continue. They bit their lip with a smile. "Besides, I find it really refreshing to be around your brothers." "Really?" James' doubtful expression drew a laugh from them. "Yes! It's nice to see how you treat each other. When I'm with you, it feels a bit like coming home for me. I know that might sound strange, but you and your brothers are like family to me now!”

James' eyes had widened with every word and they looked down in embarrassment until they felt a hand on their shoulder. When they looked at James again, he gave them a friendly smile. "That doesn't sound strange at all. I am glad that you feel comfortable with us! After all, we are fond of you too.” The words had a very special ring to them. A warm wave spread from their heart through their body. A feeling of contentment set in that they had missed for a long time without knowing it.

They smiled at each other for a moment, then James lowered his hand and grabbed a shovel. "So, you just talked about Germany. What is a Christmas market?” His calm curiosity pleased them and they immediately engaged in a pleasant conversation. When Matthew called for dinner a little later and the two had put away their tools, James offered his arm to lead them into the house.

Erik is one of the brothers who are generally a bit quieter. That's one of the reasons why his brothers are always happy to reach out to him when they're stressed or just want to withdraw for a bit without really being alone. Because of the education he received in his old life, Erik has a good sense of when one of his brothers might need a calming influence. The first few weeks and months in the new world are challenging for the five and Erik likes to help his brothers to make it a little easier for them. Especially his older brother James never really had the time to relax or just let go. For this reason, Erik helps him out in the kitchen from time to time. In these cases, Erik will not ask many questions or discuss. He'll just do what James tells him to do. Most of the time he helps by doing the prep work, simple cutting jobs while James rants to himself because another brother has done something stupid or he is generally upset about something. If James wants to talk about it afterwards, Erik is prepared, but he doesn't push it. When it comes to spreading some relaxation and calm, Erik also likes to use a piano or another instrument, which he has learned to use almost to perfection a long time ago. Especially Matthew, one of the brothers who is rather bright and restless, can relax better with the euphonious notes of various pieces and melodies. Usually it doesn't take long once Erik starts playing and he feels his brother's presence. Matthew won't sit down next to him, but will find a comfortable spot within the room. Whether he continues to play with what he had in his hand at the time or simply closes his eyes, Erik will know at the latest when Matthew has baked his favorite pastries a few days later that his brother has enjoyed the break.

The day had been rather relaxed. They hadn't been in this town long, hadn't seen all the sights by a long shot, but at least a few of his brothers, himself included, had found new food sources. They wanted to end the evening with a meal together, so James went shopping with Sam and Matthew while Erik stayed at home and watched a documentary about polar shifts with Damien.

Just before the documentary ended, the front door opened and a grumpy Sam entered. "It wasn't my fault!" he called behind him as he balanced grocery bags on his arms to carry them to the kitchen. "Of course. Who else would be stupid enough to try that?” Matthew followed him, laughing. But it was James, who appeared in the door last, that caught Erik's attention. On the outside he seemed normal, almost relaxed, but Erik recognized from the minimally changed posture how annoyed his big brother really was.

A few minutes later the tumult had died down. Sam and Matthew sat laughing in front of the games console while Damien watched them from the armchair. James had retired to the kitchen to put away the groceries and then prepare dinner. Erik took the chance and slipped into the kitchen. "What can I do?" James looked up at his brother's words, his shoulders tensing briefly before relaxing. "You can cut the mushrooms if you want."

Humming with a nod, Erik walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a cutting board and began slicing mushrooms while James went back to the groceries. It didn't take long for James to start speaking softly, as if he were talking to himself. " It was a pyramid. A pyramid of bean cans. There were even some left on the shelf. And what does Sam do? He sees it as a challenge to pull cans out of the middle. Of course, the pyramid collapsed, he didn't even consider which cans aren't important to hold the basic structure together..."

While James continued to grumble, Erik couldn't help but grin. He could understand why his brother, who preferred to have everything in order, reacted so stunned to Sam's admittedly stupid idea. Even if Erik himself would have liked to see it. The longer James' monologue lasted, the more Erik could see out of the corner of his eye how his brother calmed down. Sometimes it was enough for James to be heard while being annoyed, sometimes he wanted his brother's approval. Either way, Erik was there for him, wanting to reassure him that he could count on his brothers.

And his plan worked. Less than an hour later the meal was served and he and his four brothers were sitting at the table laughing and joking. Sam's idiotic idea was forgotten and they ended the evening as they had planned. Together, sitting at a table, neither of them having to worry about what to say or how to behave. Well almost, because James wouldn't be the oldest if he didn't at least take a stab at Sam and Matthew's eating manners once. And the way the two brothers reacted to the rebuke was exactly what they had planned.

Two days later, Matthew was on an over-the-top high like Erik hadn't seen in a while. His second youngest brother had been at a club with Damien and Sam, had apparently received more than a little sexual energy, and could barely sit still for a few minutes. It wasn't that Erik really thought his brother was being childish, rather he suspected that Matthew actually had a problem channeling excess energy into something productive when he wasn't having clear goals.

Matthew's demeanor then reminded him a little of James's, albeit James was much more reserved and considered, as both were driven by the need to achieve something. In those moments, Erik couldn't do much more than try to give Matthew a helping hand without letting Matthew feel offended. After a short internal debate, Erik decided to relax him with some music.

It never lasted more than five minutes. A few minutes after sitting down at the piano, Erik heard someone enter the room. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Matthew. James was out shopping and Damien had managed to convince Sam to take him to an exhibition on antique human tools.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Matthew, who had just pulled a small, white stuffed animal out of his hoodie, sitting down in one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. Erik had purposely chosen a tune that he knew Matthew had enjoyed listening to as a child in the Abyssal Plains. It calmed him down, it always had, and today as well Matthew's restless movements on the chair became more and more relaxed.

A few other tunes followed and as he slowly came to the end and finally pulled his fingers off the keys he turned to Matthew who was now looking at him. "Would you like to talk about it?" Matthew cocked his head thoughtfully for a moment before shaking it and getting to his feet. "Everything is good. You, on the other hand, should work on your manual dexterity. You were a little too slow in the second verse." The teasing undertone was evident and Erik rose from his chair, laughing. "Now that's interesting. So far no one has complained about how I use my fingers...” A quick wink, a laugh from Matthew and a few steps later Erik had already left the room.

Even back in the Abyssal Plains, James was trying to teach his brother Damien to read. However, limited by his own training and the constant supervision of his father and his henchmen, there was little he could do other than read in his mind and hoping his youngest brother would learn from it. Now that no one can break them apart or cut their time together, James likes to use his time to teach his brother how to read and write. He thinks it's important for Damien to learn these skills and is actually a very good teacher. He is patient, understanding and, thanks to his wide-ranging knowledge, can fall back on many tricks and tips, which he is also happy to pass on. Of course, Damien isn't the only brother supported by James. Because even if the relationship between him and his brother Sam is not one of the closest bonds, it is also James who helps Sam as a training partner for his almost daily combat training. Sam has a hard time accepting the new ways of the human world and fighting is one of his ways of dealing with it. And since James is one of the brothers who are definitely strong enough to take on Sam, he regularly offers himself as a sparring partner. Of course, this also has the advantage for him that Sam can work out and become a little calmer and more sociable in general. Just because he helps doesn't mean James can't benefit from it.

"Oh, for the love of God, Sam!" James quickly got to his feet, rubbing his sore side. Even in his demon form, the hit Sam had landed during their training together was so painful that he had to pause for a moment. A luxury he wouldn't have in a real fight, but that was training. It wasn't often that James yielded to his brother's will and trained with him in their true form. The fights that followed were all the harder each time, neither of them wanted to hold back and their physique alone made them significantly stronger than in their human form, even if, as agreed, they didn't use their magic.

"Heh, what’s up with you? It's not like I really hurt you…" Sam crossed his arms loosely and grinned cheekily at his brother. James knew he liked being able to throw a punch at his eldest brother now and then, but that didn't mean James wouldn't do everything in his power to retaliate. And the opportunity arose shortly after as they continued to practice punch sequences and kicks. Sam was quick and very skilled, but James had been preparing for the throne for years, not without success. He knew how to defend himself and also how to corner an attacker, even without magic.

More minutes passed during which the fight remained relatively even. Both attacked, parried and took turns landing hits, although it never seemed really clear which of the two had the upper hand. And while James often teased his brother for overly relying on the brute part of his nature, he knew that Sam was well aware that his eldest brother appreciated his fighting technique.

Also, Matthew and Erik, sitting at the edge of the room and silently watching their brothers' practice match, knew that when it came to fighting, nobody came as close to Sam's strength as James. It had taken James a while to admit to himself that his little brother would probably be superior to him in a real fight, but after a few training fights and some time in a world where he was no longer the one whose life depends on always being the best, he had slowly come to terms with the idea.

Finally, they finished their training. As Sam headed off to shower, James patted him on the shoulder as he passed. And even though Sam only growled at him in reply, he could see the slight smile that crossed the middle brother's features. Words didn't always have to be exchanged to express mutual respect and affection. In the case of Sam, James knew that no matter how many times he rebuked him, the two would bicker over trivialities, the mutual respect was ever-present. And that was something James was clearly proud of.

Five minutes later, James opened the door that led to the kitchen. Damien was already sitting at the kitchen counter bent over a book when James entered and he greeted him with "You shouldn't have done that..." James knew what Damien was talking about. He'd reactivated his spell that made him appear human, knowing how reluctant Damien was to face what they really were. "...but thanks!" As James stopped beside him, Damien looked up from the book with a shy smile.

"All done?" James settled into a chair next to him while Damien pushed the book towards him. "I'm three pages ahead. The trick you showed me yesterday helped. Though I'm really having trouble with this one.” Damien pointed to a set of words that, despite the capitalization, still gave him a headache. James scanned the lines before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. A sympathetic smile spread across his face, he struggled to keep his thoughts kind as optimistic as possible.

"Okay, let's do it then. Remember last week's rules?" James gave his youngest brother a brief moment to recall what they had discussed a few days ago. He could see his brother's face light up as he seemed to realize what James was talking about. For a while James explained various rules to his brother and gave him tips to make his reading and writing tasks easier and Damien listened with interest and inquisitiveness.

But as quickly as the joy had arisen, it was gone just as quickly. James recognized the subtle change in his brother's posture even before he opened his mouth again. "I don't think I can do this..." What followed was a serious conversation between the eldest and the youngest brother in which James made it clear, not for the first time and certainly not for the last time, that he believed in him. That he knew Damien needed time, but that he was sure that sooner or later he would be able to read and write as if he had never known anything else.

Such conversations happened again and again and James would never pass up the opportunity to promote his little brother. And also, to convince himself that he was a good big brother. Because it was in his blood to want to be perfect at everything.

A brief information to his brothers was enough, he heard in their heads what scenarios they imagined about what could have happened. Some were a better fit than others, but he would tell them later if he wanted to. Right after Damien went to find the person he was looking for. He found them paying for their groceries at the register. Reading their mind made it easy for him to plan his next move. Their bags were heavy, at least for a human. Without further ado, he had offered to help carry them. As they walked through the park together leading to their house, he caught snippets of their thoughts, making it easy to strike up a conversation they enjoyed.

And genuine interest in him quickly crept into their mind. They thought he was handsome, charming and well-read, even if he wasn't the latter, but she had no chance of knowing that. And something else wasn't clear to the person next to him either. Their energy aura increased with every minute they walked side by side. A side effect of humans becoming interested in other people, and in the case of Damien and his brothers, an indication that they could easily get the energy they needed to survive.

When he suggested taking a short break on one of the many, somewhat hidden, benches in the park, they immediately agreed because they didn't want this encounter to end. They didn't want this stranger to go his way and never see him again. But that was exactly his plan, because he couldn't bear to spend much time with someone when he had to pretend to be someone else or have an idea about things he really didn't care about. He felt bad enough already even if he hadn't done anything yet but read their mind.

It wasn't long before they shifted closer to him, his hand touched their leg by accident and the energy began to flow slowly. Damien was doing his best not to activate the enthrallment, wanting just as much energy as he needed while navigating the conversation in ways that were as interesting. He enjoyed the fact that the longer they talked, the more their thoughts revolved around him, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.

When they slid even closer to him and put their hand on his thigh, he lost his composure for a moment, because he still wasn't really used to people feeling so comfortable around him that they wanted to get closer to him voluntarily. And at that very moment they leaned towards him. Damien, still a little flustered, reacted instinctively. Before he could even consider whether this was a good decision or not, their faces floated right in front of each other for a brief second before their lips gently snuggled onto his.

The first contact felt like small electrical discharges dancing on his skin before he leaned in closer and deepened the kiss. And the energy he was still subtly draining from them grew stronger. For a moment he just enjoyed the kiss, the feeling of their body gently snuggling against his. Even their thoughts were pleasant, radiant, filling him with extra warmth. Then he tripped over his own ability again.

They seemed to enjoy the little adventure. But the fact that she enjoyed getting involved with a stranger in something that she probably wouldn't do otherwise made him decide to intensify the whole thing. A little jolt went through their body as he activated the enthrallment. Her mind immediately produced more and more images reminiscent of a romantic adventure, a real love affair. And that played into Damien's cards again. They might regret the whole thing later, or tell their friends about the handsome stranger, but he didn't care right now. He was too distracted by their hands running down his shirt on his chest. He was enjoying too much the energy he was absorbing and satisfying his hunger. Now his hands also began to wander, rather shyly they stroked the free skin areas of their arms without breaking the kiss.

They snuggled even closer to him and one of their hands wandered over his chest and down his stomach. Damien could see what they had in mind. See how eager they were to feel his body, to imagine their bare skin against his. Hands, that brushed between their legs, feeling him move inside them. And as much as he enjoyed that they were willing to give him anything he could ask for, he suddenly felt insecure.

If he hadn't activated his enthrallment, he might have played along. He might have really found a more secluded spot in the park to have intense and physical fun with them. But when his hunger was largely satisfied, the questions came. What if they made all this because he cast the enthrallment? What if they would think clearly for a moment and change their mind entirely? If they found out what he was, that he was feeding off of them at that very moment? Exactly these thoughts made him pause and he slowly let the enthrallment subside. Yes, he enjoyed being surrounded by humans, but he didn't just want to get closer to people in this way. He wanted to live among them with his brothers and belong to them.

Damien made up his mind before their hand even reached his pants. Gently, so they wouldn't think they'd done anything wrong, he slowly broke the kiss. For a moment they seemed irritated, but the bright smile he showed them actually dispelled the doubts. When he made the argument that the groceries they bought need to be out of the sun, they even were grateful to him because they really forgotten about the groceries.

A few minutes later they set off again, this time hand in hand. Though they easily got back into conversation, he saw in their mind that they didn't want the day to end like this. They would invite him to their place and would want to implement everything they had previously imagined. But Damien couldn't let that happen, nor would he. He would certainly get involved with a human again soon, but not because he already felt the hunger. He would bond first and then he would be able to happily satisfy his need for physical contact without exactly needing to feed. But the human next to him was not the person he saw in this scenario.

Erik:

Erik's first impression as he meets humans is that this world seems to be full of people bursting with energy. They subtly radiate it in their auras. A real feast should they get hungry, he thinks to himself, until he addresses the first person with his usual mask. The prompt reply "I'm in a relationship" confuses him so much that he is thrown off balance. Why is this information he needed to receive and why does they seem so utterly uninterested? Erik quickly realizes that he and his brothers still have a lot to learn about human relationship and sexual behaviors, and if his energy levels are anything to go by, they'd better start tackling it today rather than tomorrow. At least, it seems like it's actually feasible for him to maybe drop his mask. Not always, but little by little he should really think about what kind of person he really wants to be behind his facade. He now has the freedom to do so. And he will use it.

Sam:

As expected, his first conversation with a human is rather uncomfortably taciturn. Of course, James had warned him not to show of his strength before they hit the road. But what exactly is it supposed to do for him to talk to a human? What could this creature have to discuss with him? These are the questions he asks himself while suspiciously scrutinizing the person in front of him before answering the questions to himself. Nothing! In his eyes, he has absolutely nothing to discuss with this person, so he doesn't even bother to show a reasonable answer or a reaction to the speech. He came into this world with his brothers to be with them. In the beginning, talking to a human seems completely unnecessary to him, which quickly builds up the image of the impolite, rude guy. The swearing, which he shows quite quickly as a reaction to being spoken to, doesn't exactly help. In time, he may learn to enjoy being with humans after all. But at the beginning of their journey? No chance.

Matthew:

When the first human literally crashes into him because, instead of looking ahead, he's staring at a small black thing he's holding that's making sounds, Matthew's interest is immediately piqued. He accepts the apologies of his opponent benevolently, after all it was not a matter of course in the Abyssal Plains that one apologizes for such a collision with him. The fact that the person he is talking to is willing to give him information about his cell phone and the game he is playing on it makes it even better. So people have the freedom to play games with these small devices even though they are adults? Unbelievable for him and at the same time very tempting. If he could get his hands on something like that, he'd do exactly the same thing. And neither James nor the others could accuse him of being childish, after all these games were made for adults, right? That there are people who devote their time to making games and toys and even get paid for it? Even better. His enthusiastic nature doesn't seem to bother the person opposite and it takes one of his brothers to interrupt the conversation at a certain point, Matthew could have talked for hours.

Damien:

Some time later they had signaled him to follow, which he was more than willing to do. Laughing happily, they walked ahead of him, their hand clasped in his, giving him the possibility of easy energy flow and them reassurance that he was staying close. Not that he would have been gone otherwise, he was really hungry, but they had no way of knowing that. A quick glance over his shoulder assured him that Erik and Damien were still standing at the bar, also deep in conversation. They would wait for him.

He was surprised when they pulled him past the bar tables into the corridor that led in the opposite direction to the toilets. Matthew guessed that this corridor led to the storage and locker rooms. He briefly considered asking about it, but it was still too loud for a reasonable conversation and he didn't feel like it anyway. Later he could talk to his brothers enough when he wanted to have an interesting conversation. He squeezed their hand briefly. They stopped and turned to face him, gasping in surprise when he used the movement to pin them against the wall.

A quick look that spoke of desire was exchanged before they kissed each other again. His hands wandering under their shirt, their hands on his neck pulling him even closer. Without thinking further, he activated his enthrallment, making them gasp with excitement. They broke the kiss and smiled at him, lost themselves in his eyes before reaching for his arm, whose hand had already pushed up their shirt slightly. They tilted their head, licked their lips and looked around. When Matthew saw them looking away, he was about to let his enthrallment drop.

But then they took a step to the side, pulling him by his arm and he heard the door open before he saw it. Only moments later he found himself in a storage room. Boxes and crates with glasses, accessories and several boxes and cartons with bottles piled up in front of him. For a moment he was fascinated by his new surroundings, until their voice snapt his focus back to them. "I want you..." was all they said and Matthew didn't need to be told twice.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed them and spun them around until their legs bumped into a couple of boxes piled against the wall. It wasn't long before he has removed the clothes and had free access to run his hand up their inner thighs. Meanwhile, they kept getting lost in his eyes, his mischievous smile flashing every time their lips parted curtly. They gasped in surprise as he lifted and sat them on the edge of the box, spreading their legs.

Their lips met again, he unbuttoned his pants with one hand as he stepped between their legs. Their hands tangled in his hair, tongues dancing together before he finally positioned himself. He pushed into them with a quick, hard thrust, catching the moan with his lips and began to move, letting the enthrallment continue to rise. The energy that emanated from them flowed faster in time with his thrusts. He too began to moan.

Matthew enjoyed the feeling of them snuggling up against him and at the same time sinking deeply into their warms. Movements became faster, the energy flow stronger and the moans louder. The Carousel of pleasure spiraled higher and higher until a wall of energy crashed over him, almost sweeping him away and his movements becoming inaccurate and sloppy. Their fingernails dug into the hairline on the back of his neck, scratched it and a shiver ran through his body until he finally reached his own climax.

Presumably, after Matthew had dropped his enthrallment and gotten dressed again, he would have invited the person for a drink and danced a little longer but Erik had thwarted him. He'd knocked on the storeroom door, acting like a club employee, and sending Matthew's acquaintance back, shame colouring their face, to the dance floor while holding Matthew back, seemingly annoyed.