CALVIN

“Way too long.” The demon clung on the older male and his lips found themselves locked on his. When his clothes were ripped apart, he smiled knowing what was about to happen. Things moved at a faster pace and he loved it. He loved Tiernan’s attention and he wanna savor every minute he had with him. He felt the digits on his tight entrance, engulfing them a little and part of him thought he would push in until he told him to beg. “Tease.” He mumbled kissed him once more. He wanted to feel him, feel Tiernan invade him. “Please.” His wrapped his arms around his neck. “Please Daddy, fuck me.”

Hearing those word leave Cal’s lips was when Tiernan almost lost all control of himself, but he managed to keep himself composed, giving a low growl against his little demon’s lips. “Good boy,” he purred, slowly pulling his fingers out before replacing them with some bigger. Tiernan didn’t hesitate in pushing in, hard and rough, knowing his boy could take it. If it hurt then it just made it even better. The Daeva didn’t stop until his cock was pushed in to the hilt, making sure Calvin’s legs were spread wide enough to accommodate him. “Have you missed this, sweetheart?” he growled, his hand wrapping around Cal’s throat. “I’ve missed how you feel around my cock,” he murmured against his boy’s lips before starting to roll his hips, fucking in and out of the warm heat.

Now this was what Kendrick would call inconvenient timing. He hadn’t even been here a week, and it turns out that heat week is upon him. The arachnas let out a soft huff of annoyance as he squirmed from his spot on the futon. He was feverish, horny as hell, and even a little bit snappy. Which was why one of the guards definitely didn’t look amuse when he demanded that they accompany him to the pool. Because he was not going to be in the undercroft dying of heat with the other slaves. Besides…He could only how great that pool is going to feel on his overly flushed body.

Kendrick was making his way towards said pool with the guard shadowing him. He was shirtless and had on nothing but a speedo. A towel was tied around his hips though as he made his way towards the pool. But when he was close to the pool area, he grunted as he bumped into someone. The brief contact had him shivering as he let out a small grunt and stumbled back. “Watch it-” Kendrick growled before thinking better. Last thing he needed to do was to have someone hating him and making his mission even harder. “Shit, sorry…Heat brain isn’t fun, you know?” Kendrick tried to correct, throwing a soft grin in the other man’s direction.

"No it's okay. My bad. I wasn't paying attention." The blonde smiled and looked into his eyes. The male's thoughts were all so delicious, it was quite irresistible. "It's heat week, no one would judge you for feeling like shit." He frowned, and placed hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry but you don't look alright." He spoke softly and looked in the pool's direction. "I've seen people come and go here tonight. They thought the water could help, but unless you're a merman it doesn't really do anything." There were a few people in the pool, but he used his magic to make him see it empty, a way to discourage him.

@merekhopper

“Merek, you’re my favorite person to cuddle with and you must know by now that when I say ‘cuddle’ I mean this.” The boy smiled on the slight caress on his cheek. While others pushed him away called him a lustful needy demon, the bigger man was giving him just the right kind of affection he’s been cravin. “I’ll make sure you’ll feel amazing. Don’t I always?” He pulled down the male’s pants revealing his thick manhood. “Thank you and your beautiful cock Merek, my sanity is intact.” He wrapped his pink lips around the head, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations it gave. The taste, the scent of Merek all concentrated on his manhood. He squeezed his thick hairy thighs and pulled him closer in a form of a hug. “I think I’ve done it before but, can I perhaps call you daddy or something?”

I know, for a fact, I can.

“There’s a way for you to be my favorite person.” Calvin leaned more on his touch. It’s not everyday that the busy councilman would sit with him and hold him in place. He planted a soft kiss on his neck. “I like being protected by you. I like being with you.. no.. I need to be with you. I’m a lustful demon I need your touch.” He held his hand. “I’ve been giving you a lot of headaches and it was fun, getting your attention.” He sighed. “Sometimes my head is so fucked up. I don’t even know if I’m the human Calvin or the demon Calvin. I feel like I’m becoming a single thing. Sometimes I feel separated, sometimes I feel not.” He clenched his hole when it was touched. “Can you promise to always be there for me? Also..” He kissed the male deeply. “I never though I’d say ever say this, considering the shit you put me through in hell together. I can’t do this without you.”

The Ghoul knew Calvin was his responsibility in every single sense of the word, but Tiernan always found himself too busy to give his little demon any consistent attention. Whenever he had some free time, he tried his best to give Calvin the attention he deserved and craved. “Would it so bad for you to become one? Co-exist with each other as one being?” Tiernan murmured against Cal’s lips. “I’m always going to be here for you, even when I’m busy I’m here,” he promised before pressing into the kiss, threading his free hand in Calvin’s soft hair. “The shit I put you through has only improved you,” Tiernan purred with a smirk, closing his eyes as he gave Cal’s hair a soft tug. 

Without any warning, with his patience and self control wearing thin, the Ghoul stood, lifting the little demon up and carrying him through into his bedroom. “It has been too long,” he muttered, pressing Calvin down on the bed, his shadows ripping any clothing from the boy’s body while he quickly undressed himself. Within a matter of minutes Tiernan was between his boy’s legs, spreading them apart as his fingertips teased at the slave’s tight little hole. He smirked down at him, slowly pushing two fingers into the eager demon while his free hand worked his own length. “Beg for me.”

“One must work to be my favorite person.” Calvin teased him more and he hesitantly let go of his bat. It became his favorite thing lately, and smashing things really lightened the frustrations he felt. “Rules. Rules. Rules.” He groaned annoyed but he couldn’t get mad when he was held nicely. “I’m always torn with two impulses when it comes to you.” When he was straddling the male, he melted down a bit and nuzzled on his neck, inhaling the scent he craved. He missed Tiernan. “One part that wants to submit to you. Be owned by you. Be completely yours.” He whispered. “The part that needs your warmth and comfort and reassurance that you’ll always hold me. One that misses you dearly when he doesn’t see you. One who cannot sleep unless held.” He whispered. “And wants to call you daddy because that gives him comfort and sense of security.” He said. “Then there’s the other part that finds joy in your frustrations. One that wants your attention by smashing things.” He smirked. “One who likes to smash guard’s faces but can’t.” He groaned. “Aren’t you proud of me? I think I’m a high functioning possessed person. No therapy required.”

“I think I should automatically be your favourite person,” Tiernan purred softly and quietly, keeping Calvin calm and soothed as his hand slowly explored the boy’s body as he sat on his lap. “Rules are in place to keep you and others safe,” he whispered. “As annoying as they may be.” Tiernan did understand, it wasn’t in their nature to obey rules, but the rules of the castle were there to be enforced in order to keep it operating smoothly. “I like both parts, I like that you crave my attention, but I need you to be a good boy. All that frustration and tension.. well, we can figure out fun ways to release that tension,” Tiernan chuckled, running his hands beneath Cal’s shirt, his fingertips teasing the boy’s nipples. 

@merekhopper

Calvin put a blanket over his head and peeked underneath as the other came in. The man was about to strip off, but much to his excitement, stopped midway. “Mhmm.” The boy nodded with the blanket and he sighed showing himself. “Why stop?.” He sat up, fully naked and he helped undo the other’s belt and pull his pants down. “Can we kiss and cuddle, please?” He sighed and nuzzled his face on bulge and kissed all over it. The demon felt stressed and he needed a good embrace. “I can make you feel good too in return.”

“I can see that.”  Merek’s hands dropped from his belt and he allowed Calvin to help him strip out of the rest of his clothing.  It had been some time since he’d last seen the slave, so the psionic probably should have been expecting a visit from him soon, anyway.  A low noise sounded from the chief of staff and he reached out to trail his fingers lightly along Calvin’s jaw.  “Seems like you’re after a bit more than just cuddling.”

When the boy was handed a key, he wasn’t even surprised. He had built a relationship with Nikolas throughout the years and despite Tiernan insisting he should cut it all loose with him, he chose not to. The human in him wasn’t in control but that didn’t mean he was quiet. Nikolas was his only friend, and the demon think he wasn’t so bad and definitely a good master to play with. “I’m always bored. He missed you.” He said sat on his lap and and began messing around on his desk. “What all this boring stuff you’re working on.. shouldn’t you be enjoying the castle?” He ran a long lick on his chest. “I thought you needed me to have fun.” He winked.

“To pin this all on me is quite mean of you Theo. I remember you pretty much enjoyed having that darkness inside you. If anything I freed you from your chains.” The other was unfazed and just smiled at him even when it was clear the other would kill him in a heartbeat. “You’ve truly become kinky.” He teased and leaned even closer despite his hands being held on his sides. “I knew you’d deny it. But we both felt it.” He whispered. “You don’t have to admit it right away but I won’t stop till you do.” He pressed a soft kiss on his neck. “If I can’t make your head remember, maybe your body will.” He looked up to him. “Not gonna lie. You being charge for once, showing strength is kinda turning me on.” He looked into his eyes. “I’m gonna have my Theo again. No matter what it takes. My friend. My beautiful little thing. I’d stop at nothing.”

The demon wasn’t even sure of its own origin, all he could remember was being an entity from hell, and he was ordered around by a far stronger demon, who’s also a residence in Krovs now. Its master. “Heavens, a place where the lame things happen.” The demon muttered softly. “Humans depict it a some sort of a paradise with plants and trees all over. I guess they got it all wrong like with many things. Hell is so much worse than they think.” The other smirked on his embarrassment. “You’re far too pure for this place. Don’t worry, there’s no one within the vicinity at the moment. I wouldn’t come here if there are a lot of people.” He wanted some fresh air, undisturbed. The celestial was just an unexpected.. entertainment. “It’s a certain sensation your might love and hate.” A repelling sting. He was very familiar with it considering the things he did with a certain celestial before. He offered his hand. “Wanna give it a try?”

“I think the Heavens where celestials reside and where humans reach are two different places. Both good in their own ways, just not the same place,” Isaac softly replied, a small shrug of his shoulders. The wind blew, rippling across his skin and he smiled to himself before looking back to his company. Perhaps it was the collar suppressing a lot of his abilities to sense things, but he was only somewhat wary of the demon before him. Unable to really gauge what true damage it was capable of. Huffing out a slight sigh of relief that no one was out there but the two of them, he sighed softly and nodded. “That makes sense,” the celestial said, half shy and a little embarrassed that he was so shy at the thought of people being intimate in the garden. At the description of the feeling he could have when coming in contact with the demon, he frowned, eyes deeply furrowed as he looked up at him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he said, not even realizing that one hand had already raised a bit in front of him and moved forward just a fraction. Once he realized though, he balled up his fist and flatted his palm against his stomach. “Right?”

“You know, I can totally see it now.” Perhaps it was the same thing as shouting out into the void to let out your frustrations. The blonde boy was packing and he could crush things if he didn’t let them out. Screaming it out or talking it with the plants, he saw how similar they were. “Most see the flora for nothing but aesthetic purposes. Is that perhaps a celestial thing?” He knew it might be. He himself forgot the time he was a celestial before he became a demon in hell, ancient history. “Or sometimes a hook up place for romantics. If you hear moans and grunts nearby, it’s probably Romeo and Juliet doing it out in the open.” He looked up to the celestial, “I’m curious about something. Do you get.. a sting when you make contact with a demon? A repelling energy.”

Isaac shrugged. “I don’t know many celestials that notice the beauty that the world here has to offer with plants. It’s not like we have them in the Heavens. Not the way it looks down here,” he explained. All he knew was that he found nearly everything on Earth to be so endlessly fascinating and so different from where he’d called home all these years. He can feel his neck heat and the tips of his ears burn pink with embarrassment at the vision the other’s words conjured in his mind. “I’ll have to try to give them their privacy then.” Looking back at the other, he frowned at the question. It wasn’t all that easy to answer. Immediately, he shook his head softly before replying verbally. “I don’t really come in contact with that many demons–I do usually have a sense of dread, though,” he said, eyes gazing deep into the person he was speaking with. He could sense something, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was at this point. It confused him deeply. “Why do you ask?”

@merekhopper

Amidst all the boredom and the drama he found himself recently, there’s been one person in the whole castle he liked the most and certainly became his happy pill. The boy was holding his favorite sausage pillow and his blanket as he walked the hallway ready for a sleepover. He made his way in the staff room and sneaked his way into Merek’s bed. He knew it would annoy the other for getting there without permission, but he didn’t care. He needed warm cuddles and kisses plus he wouldn’t steal a single thing. He waited there, cuddled on his pillow and surrounded by Merek’s pillows. They smiled a lot like him and he loved them. He was naked underneath, ready to play with him. The demon stared stared into the clock, waiting impatiently. “Come on Merek, come back already.”

@merekhopper

Being chief of staff nowadays, Merek had far more on his plate than he used to as just a servant.  It had taken him little time to adjust to the longer hours and the added responsibilities, though the psionic had arrived back at his room later than usual thanks to a rather large amount of paperwork.  Stretching his arms over his head with a sigh as he entered, Merek started to strip out of his clothes on the way to bed, coming to a stop with his hands at his belt once he realized his bed wasn’t empty.  “...are you comfortable, darling?”  He asked, a trace of amusement to the psionic’s voice as he took the younger man.

“Nah I’ve seen worse.” Though if anything he was curious, plants were plants and nothing else. He considered something alive if it touched or moved by itself without extra force. He shrugged, he literally just killed a few and no sign of struggle for life, meant there wasn’t any. He looked into the other, a bright force, as he called his aura. Like a moth, the demon wanted to touch it even it would sting. So much purity on a person. He reached out, the soft cheeks compelled him to but at the moment he withdrew his hand and frowned. Last time he did, he eventually ruined a celestial by accident. He sighed and bit his lower lip and clasped his hands together. “Don’t they grow naturally on their own? Leave them for the sun and rain to raise, don’t nature work that way?” He reached down and touched one of the flowers, accidentally brushing on his skin. That sting. “So talking to them really helps huh?” He leaned over and whispered to the petal. “Tiernan is a dick.” Calvin looked up to the celestial and smirked. He whispered in an even quieter voice. “He’s cute but kinda weird.”

“They do naturally grow on their own, in the wild. It’s much different when you have a garden like this,” Isaac replied thoughtfully, his mind wandering back to when he grew his own plants. The celestial knew nature thrived pretty well on it’s own in the wild, but the factors that went into whether or not a plant could survive or not, mostly out of the plant’s control. “If you choose to grow a plant outside of the wild, it’s up to you to nurture it.” He took a moment to look away from the plants and back to the company he now had. He seemed nice enough, Isaac’s large and brown eyes taking in his features before he looked away. When he heard him begin to whisper, Isaac definitely could hear him, but pretended he couldn’t. Perhaps he wasn’t supposed to hear that. And he didn’t even know who that was. “They can make good listeners sometimes too…”

The demon groaned in boredom and banged his master’s door for attention. Lately, he’s been in a foul mood thanks to the recent falling out he had with an old friend. Now with his collar back on after smashing a few valuables with his baseball bat, he felt weak and restless. When he didn’t get the attention he seeked, he went out and decided a fresh air was what he needed. The guards have been staring at him, looking for another tantrum but he simply didn’t have the same energy. He ignored everyone and walked aimlessly until he reached the garden. Thinking he was alone, the nightmare trampled some flowers and squeezed some to death to release his frustrations. With his abilities subdued by the collar, it took him a minute to catch the scent of the celestial but it definitely made him look in his direction.

The nightmare smiled and swallowed, feeling gravitated towards. He heard some words being spoken which he assumed was him talking to the plants. He kicked the dead ones out of sight and walked closer. “It’s alright. No harm done.” He crouched down and looked at the plants. Unmoving, unconscious, why someone would talk to them still puzzled him. “Do they ever respond back?”

Bowing, thankful the other hadn’t been disturbed from his own time out in the garden with his speaking to the plants, he found himself laughing at the question. “Verbally? No, it’s sadly a quiet exchange,” he replied, his index finger gliding along the outer petal before finally pulling away and fully facing his company. It was easy to smile at him and even easier to shrug his shoulders and continue on with his reply to the question. “They respond in other ways. Sometimes people forget that plants are living. They’re not as inanimate as you might think. When I owned a flower shop, I talked to all of the plants I had everyday. I like to think it helped them all grow to be beautiful and lovely and endure if they must.”

Perhaps he sounded a little crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time he was called that for his ideas about horticulture, but he truly found plants and nature on Earth to be such a wonderfully dazzling spectacle that he couldn’t get anywhere else. Flowers and trees and ferns and grass didn’t grow in the Heavens. Not like it did here. “Please don’t think I’m weird…”

Just as he was touching the petals of one of the flowers, he found himself grinning, for the first time since yesterday. “Ah, you’re so beautiful,” he quietly mused. “Nothing as beautiful as you exists anywhere else. Which makes you special.” He didn’t even have half the mind to check if anyone was watching him talk to a plant. It’s not like he cared at the moment. Closing his eyes to say a small prayer that this flower survived the harsh conditions of winter, he immediately smelled something…he hadn’t smelled in a while. Something…not quite human. Looking over his shoulder he saw yet another unfamiliar face he hadn’t come across in the undercroft so he clearly lived above ground…or maybe he lived in another part of that god-forsaken space.

“Oh my, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

The nightmare smiled and swallowed, feeling gravitated towards. He heard some words being spoken which he assumed was him talking to the plants. He kicked the dead ones out of sight and walked closer. “It’s alright. No harm done.” He crouched down and looked at the plants. Unmoving, unconscious, why someone would talk to them still puzzled him. “Do they ever respond back?”