The Doctor Is In

Finn sat at the bar drinking his usual Guinness. Shockingly it wasn't to drink his sorrows away since he had a pretty wide grin on his face that, for once, wasn't painted up after months. The moment Gareth walked out the castle doors for a business trip about a week ago Finn undid almost every aspect of the stupid "Barbie" punishment forced upon him. No more waxing, no more extensions, no more makeup, no more obnoxious outfits. He kept scratching his chewed down nails along his scruffy jaw glad for that familiar roughness returned as opposed to the completely clean and smooth look his bastard master forced onto him among other things lately. He'd snagged some clothes from Bradley's closet since he and the young fae were about the same size, more than grateful for the simple fitted blue jeans, black t-shirt, and white Nike Air Forces. The only things left behind was the shiny silver hair color from the last dye job, slightly narrowed waist, and the bedroom and house situation. Those weren't as easy to persuade against Gareth's orders although Finn personally didn't mind the hair color.

Cassian was almost startled to hear someone talking to him. He'd been at the castle for a few days at this point, rooming with Gwyn while he arranged his living situation in town. He was planning on buying the house that he'd stayed in the last time he was here and he was just waiting for the final stages to go through so he could move in officially. The dragon looked at Finn with dark eyes and smiled a little in greeting.

Rune gave the familiar dragon a grin, though it faltered slightly with a furrowed brow when he moved in for what seemed to be a hug. He let out a chuckle at his attempt to cover up with a pat on his shoulder, like Rune was the younger one between them. That was certainly something, but if he remembered correctly, Cassian had always been a little off beat. More awkward, almost unsure of himself.

Cassian blushed up his neck and averted his eyes to the ceiling when Rune gave him the once over. Rune was attractive to be sure and touched a darker side to Cassian's tastes. He was a dragon that Cassian should have aspired to be like; confident in himself and his draconic heritage. He had ambition, according to Cassian's father. It was why he needed legal counsel. He was reckless though, based on what Cassian knew of him and obviously because he'd landed himself a spot as a slave despite being an ancient.

The seelie seemed to perk up a bit when he explained he hadn't been looking for him. It was strange to be looking for a master down in the Undercroft, but it made a brief passing flicker of hope that he'd maybe catch his eye. It was a feeling he attempted to stomp down immediately, a voice in the back of his head eagerly reminding him of his partner, his life back in England. He shouldn't be hoping to spend time with anybody in the way that had his cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

Cassian blew out a relieved breath when Briar said he'd come with him. If he had gotten a no, he might have turned tail and run from the Undercroft. He was only really assertive when it came to medical things because he was confident. He knew he could stand to be more confident outside of it but even at his age it was something he was learning how to do. He just thanked his lucky stars that he could turn his brain off in the bedroom. Sex was easy. The rest? Not so much.

Gwyn had always been terrible about staying in one place for long. Immortality had done nothing to ease the sith's itch for new faces and places, if anything it had only made him more frantic for excitement to keep the creeping pace of day after day seem less terrifying. That he'd found enough of it in Krovs to keep him for nearly a year? Shocking. He'd taken his little day trips, skulked around Roland's haunts in Belgium, sure. But it wasn't the same as a full uprooting of his life again to get the undead blood pumping.

Face timing and phonecalls could not beat seeing Gwyn in person. Cassian smiled wide to see his surprise but it faltered as Gwyn bounced at him. He quickly brought his arms around to catch under him, supporting the sith easily. He guided Gwyn's legs around his waist and held big hands under his arse as his cheek was graced with a kiss. He blushed up his neck, pleased to be received with such excitement.

Briar had no idea how long he had been at the castle. Months now, certainly, maybe six or so? It felt longer than that, like a lifetime, but he had adjusted, was still adjusting really. It was much easier now than the beginning, when he knew no one and had nobody. However, like he always seemed to manage to do, he made friends, knew people, there were even certain people within the walls that quite liked. Liked enough that thinking about it too much made him blush, brought on that dreaded feeling of shame that he couldn't seem to escape no matter how long him and his fiancé were apart.

Cassian rubbed at the warmth still blooming at the back of his neck, embarrassed for himself. He looked over Briar and the longer he did, the more he felt like an ass. He and Gwyn had similar dark curls and were slender but that was about where the likeness ended. He was a dragon for fuck's sakes, he should have used his nose before speaking. But Cassian had never really been very good at being a dragon.

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No matter how often he came up to the castle, Cassian still got a little lost when he ventured forth by himself. He was about to give in and call Gwyn or Roland for rescue when the sound of his name had his head turning. Dark eyes landed on Rune and recognition lit up within them immediately. Rune had been a friend of Cassian's family for as long as he could remember and far before. The Lord lineage extended backwards thousands of years and it would seem every time a branch grew, Rune was there. Cassian was young the last time he'd seen Rune, just barely an adult by draconic standard and he distinctly remembered Rune seeming larger than life. He was ancient, rich, powerful. Everything a dragon could ever want. Now he had a slave collar around his neck.

"Good. I'm glad," Cassian said, a bit breathlessly. He gave a little grin, shy almost, as he leaned in to kiss Mason again. This time it was slower, sweeter, less urgent. When he was certain that Mason was finished, he pulled out carefully and began to do up his pants. They'd already agreed that this would stay between them but he couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit uneasy about the whole thing now the passion of the moment was gone. Even still, he was going to trust Mason to keep this to himself.

It was surprising to see the look of horror on Cassian's face as Roland skipped over to him. Here he'd have though the dragon would be happy to see Gwyn but perhaps he'd misjudged or it was a spell or something. It didn't stop him from touching and talking, of course, and the truth was revealed a moment later. A truth spell, was it? Or perhaps one that made him speak his mind. That seemed lucky for Roland and while he'd already been planning on trying to suss out how Cassian felt about his fledgling this spell would just make it that much easier.

"I love your laugh," Cassian blurted out, "It's always a pretty sound to me, clear as bells. Even if you're teasing me, I never mind because it makes you laugh and I always want to hear it. "

Gwyn moaned his encouragement at the feeling of Cassian's fingers sliding through his hair, arousal washing through him so powerfully he shuddered with it a moment. "You can pull," He gasped, taking his mouth off the dragon's hot flesh for the briefest moment, "Do it, darling, I want you to." He wanted even more than that. He licked and sucked at Cassian hungrily through the lace until it was soaked with saliva instead of seed, dropping a hand into his lap to squeeze himself through his clothes. It was nearly painful how hard he was, but there was more than one way to get his satisfaction.

Cassian was eager to do as told, curling his fingers in Gwyn's hair and pulling hard to get some control. He watched as Gwyn lapped and mouthed at him through the lace of the panties, biting on his lower lip at the beautiful vision. He'd never forget this, truly. To see Gwyn so desperate for him pleased him endlessly, made him want more. He'd keep this up for as long as the sith needed him to, even if it hurt, because Cassian wanted all of Gwyn's attentions. That was a feeling he'd examine a little more closely later, however. He let out a hiss of relief when Gwyn freed his cock. He felt good not to be trapped behind the lace any longer. His dark gaze grew hungry at the suggestion.

Gwyn only realized his mistake as Cassian's fingers bit into his shoulders, but he was far too riveted by the sight of the spell taking effect to feel much guilt about it. He could see Cassian's cock twitching beneath his panties as the dragon was suddenly forced to spill, white dripping through red lace, and the sith's mouth was positively watering before Cassian was staggering away and dragging Gwyn along with him. Interrupt his teasing it might, but Gwyn had no capacity to resist such an energetic bout of kisses. He met Cassian's mouth just as eager and borderline messy, worrying lovingly at his lips until they were swollen from the sith's nipping. The spell made all of Gwyn's lust turn starving and rough and he knew Cass could take it, even if the master had come into the doctor's office with different plans. Surely there was room for both.

The rough nature of the kiss was what Cassian needed. What the doctor ordered, as it were. He kissed Gwyn with abandon, trying to contain his electricity. Every little nip made him moan, made him whimper. It all left him starving for more. But he couldn't help but notice that Gwyn was being rougher than normal. He was usually teasing and sweet, liked to string Cassian along until he was at the end of his rope and begging. This was much more to the point, which didn't mean that the dragon was complaining at all. He just couldn't help but feel there was another factor at play, which might have been a spell. He didn't care. Being subject to it was not something he was going to stop.

He'd always enjoyed Cassian's flushes and now was no exception, Gwyn dimpling at the sight of that pretty pink stealing into the other's cheeks. "I love how you look when you're nervous," He murmured, the thought slipping right off his tongue without a moment's hesitation, "So sweet. Such a big, strong man at my mercy." He pushed up onto his toes to reach him properly, sliding his fingers comfortingly through Cassian's hair, grasping the little hat in one hand and flicking it over his shoulder. He leaned in just enough to give the other a sweet kiss, as soft as the sith could manage it with the hunger in his system. "Of course I want to. I want to know everything that has to do with you." A much stronger sentiment than he'd intended to voice, but the secondary of the spells, the one Gwyn hadn't worried so much about, was proving to be just as strong as the first.

The dragon was only soothed the slightest bit by those honeyed words, soothed a bit more by that sweet little kiss. He was indeed at Gwyn's mercy and he was not relieved. Gwyn liked to play and ordinarily, Cassian was a yes man. If Gwyn wanted to try something, Cassian was a more than willing participant. Now? He had all the trepidation in the world. He had no control over the magic flooding through him which wasn't-- Actually, part of it was Gwyn's fault. He took a gentle breath in and let it out slowly, trying to enjoy the feeling of Gwyn's attentions and cast the spells out of his mind.

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Cassian was not having a fun time today. He'd been hit with a magic wand and as a result was speaking everything that came to mind. The more he tried to keep it in, the more built up that he needed to say. It almost hurt to clench his mouth shut and he'd learned it was just better to let the words flow. The issue, he was finding, was that he was a bad candidate for this. He constantly had running thoughts and couldn't keep his mind blank to save his life.

The costume absolutely did not fit the dragon at all, but Gwyn thought that was one reason he liked it so much. Or maybe it was just the extra arousal that had gotten him half hard just from sidling into the office before Cassian and catching his doctor's lovely scent on his coat hanging off the hook on the door. Gwyn couldn't keep the smile off his face watching Cassian hunch in on himself, desperately endeared and so curious to see what the other was trying to hide under that skirt. He knew the power he held over him, it was just a matter of picking the right time to deploy it.

He shouldn't have felt so vulnerable. Gwyn had seen him in far less on more than one occasion but this, somehow, felt worse than being completely naked in front of him. Everything from the fishnets to the silly little hat were just so not Cassian, it felt humiliating. His grip tightened on the skirt as Gwyn stepped up to him and held his hips. He flushed more at the compliments, his method to play for mercy backfired.

Cassian had been trying to hide in his office. He'd been hit by magic coming back to the clinic from his lunch break and now he was stuck in a sexy doctor costume meant for ladies. It was too tight, too skimpy for his liking on his own body, and the undergarments were not exactly his style. He had nearly collided into Ravi rushing into their respective safe spaces and had been too preoccupied with his own predicament to appreciate the humor in the fact that they were both wearing sexy outfits. The only thought he managed about the situation was that it was a little odd that Ravi had been covering his groin like that with his lab coat. Cassian let the thought dissipate and shut himself into his office only to turn and find Gwyn waiting for him.