Dr. Lucien Gaudet

The rental was no surprise to the dragon though he did appreciate it all the same. He was incredibly patient the entire walk up to the suite he'd been ordered to go to. The guards leading him there to make sure he made it to his destination with ease. It also didn't surprise him when he got there that the other was in a very obvious state of impatience. Along with the thick air that filled the space clear as day to him that he needed help with his current condition. Now that he was there his hold on his demeanor was weakening with each passing moment.

"This is poor timin', as per usual," Kaden said as he finished buttoning his uniform shirt. He gave Lucien an exasperated, slightly annoyed look. "I told you I have to work overtime this week because, again, I am the only officer available. Again, my requests for more officers have been ignored by the Council. You have Alehkin now. And De Luca. And that other slave you've been rentin'. I'm sure they're all more than willin' to help you out in your time of need."

Merek had originally headed to Lucien's suite to offer the good doctor some help, but had instead found himself wrapped up in Vitaly. Not that the pyromancer was complaining, of course, very much having enjoyed his time with the hellhound. It was just lucky for him that Gideon had given him his healing factor and everything back or the pyromancer assumed he'd be very sore and spent by this point. Merek had just gotten dressed and was heading to the door to leave the suite, buttoning his shirt as he went, when the door opened and Lucien stepped inside. "Doctor! You're late." He teased, looking the older man over. "Looking as gorgeous as ever."

Oh what a bone he had to pick with Luci. He sat there, arms folded, heat coursing through him like some un-neutered dog. When Lucien finally came into the suite, Vitaly had fucked his way through more people in the single day of this experience than he probably would in the castle over the space of three months. "You. You are trying to get someone killed." He muttered, looking at his master, looking positively irritated. "I almost broke someone in two. This is not good for health. Pretty sure someone's hip is fractured. And you, nowhere to be found. You are doing this on purpose." It wasn't pouting but it was as close to grousing as he was going to be because the sight of Lucien was enough to have the flush running up his chest. At this point he'd all but abandoned anything but jeans.

When he came back into his suite he was overjoyed to finally find Vitaly where he should have been from the start. Before he could express his grievances, which were the important ones, VItaly had the nerve to complain to him. Lucien stared at his slave not giving a response. First of all, that technically was true. If it was a slave or some lesser thing that sort of death was inconsequential and he would prefer it. Second, Vitaly without any suppressants was far more enticing than he'd expected.

Even with three slaves in heat, Raphael had plenty of time for himself and others. At the top of his list was, naturally, Lucien, whom he didn't seek out right away. And it seemed that his fledgling didn't come for him immediately either, likely too busy trying (and failing) to appease to the stubborn kresnik or getting bred by the new hellhound in his suite. Or perhaps it was that ice dragon Lucien had taken an interest in. Yes, he kept tabs on the Frenchman who had a knack for getting himself into dangerous predicaments. It was for his own good, really.

One of Raphael's many strengths was his ability to make anything look good. Granted that was in general and because he knew how to pick his wardrobe well. Lucien reminded as the fitted pants accentuated the main reason for his visit currently, which his gaze less that subtly went to and lingered longer than it had to before rolling up the muscled torso he never got tried of admiring. It wasn't until those words untangled in his head that he scoffed rolling his eyes ducking his sires arm and heading into the suite not wanting to be out in the black robe he wore any longer than he had to.

Ryker wasn't expecting to be rented that day, most often he was left alone or if anyone did come it was another slave. Yet the guards came to collect him anyways so his mind filtered through the masters he's interacted with recently. His first guess was the short one, with the white room, that had left an impression on the dragon regardless of his efforts to keep it from happening. He liked to take things as they were and leave it at that, letting his mind wander in any direction never worked for him in the end. So when he reached the door that he recognized he kept his expectations as even as he could manage.

Lucien looked down at the slave on his couch eyes narrowing slightly his offer was rejected. Even more so since the other was a slave. Slaves always wanted things since they were denied everything. He looked to his kitchen then back at Ryker. "Do you believe I'm going to drug or poison you? I can assure you I wouldn't use a drink. I would take you to my lab if I had such intentions." He gestured to the door his lab resided behind and he really did mean that. "And I would choose to own our first considering the cost of harming an unclaimed slave. I'm not a fool."

And in that moment Lucien confirmed everything he needed to know. Fortunately his fledgling was smart enough to silence Raphael before he could speak his mind, though the grin on his lips against Lucien's surely said it all. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger's waist pulling him flush against him as he deepened the kiss, tongue probing all the flavors of growing arousal and more. "You won't lose me," he rumbled the thought low in between the exchange. He also meant it as a promise. Raph was far too arrogant and stubborn to kill.

Lucien felt the other grinning and part of him wanted to smack him for being so arrogant, but he didn't want to stop kissing him. Even less so when he was pulled tighter to the strong hard body. Feeling Raphael get aroused as he was starting to. He knew it wasn't the way he should be reacting.

There was something in the way he could torque Lucien up that always gave Vitaly such small satisfaction. Stroking himself as Lucien all but undressed in the most inventive ways, he allowed himself to be tugged by the tie, arms on either side of Lucien as he leaned in to let his teeth graze along his neck, humming. "I don't know, Luci. I have never enjoyed just one round of you." He murmured, letting him press against the other, hot to cool skin as he sighed. "But I guess two rounds can be quick."

Vitaly didn't need to ask for sounds. Lucien was reminded immediately why he needed to claim the hellhound for himself and never let him go. The whimper quickly turned to a moan when he was entered. His claws digging into the wall next to the hand that was planted to it. He could feel the relentless heat rolling off of every part of Vitaly. He should have argued against more than one round, but now that they were in the thick of it Lucien could only ask for more.

Raphael immediately changed course from the bar to his club's exit at Lucien's trigger phrase. Anything involving sex and the incubus was hooked. He glanced to where he last saw his son busy with his magic consultant counterpart. "I'll text him." Clearly, there were far more urgent matters to attend to, like getting Lucien in his home and bed.

The pyromancer huffed at Lucien batting at him, but dropped his hands down. It was no surprise that the older man wouldn't let him have too much fun while they were in public like this. "And a private show you'll get." He resisted the temptation to tease Lucien at all while they walked through the castle and then stepped into the room, watching while the older man settled down onto the chair. "Don't I always do a good job of entertaining you, darling?" He asked with a grin, pleased that even with the door shut he could hear some of the music playing outside. That made it easier to find a beat to move along to as he started to strip out of the dress, putting on a little bit of a show as the red fabric slowly slid to the floor, his hips swaying to the music. Merek tossed aside the white wrap that he'd been given.

Lucien didn't have an answer for Merek since if he said anything disparaging they both would know it was a lie. He just sat stoic and silent in the chair. He was truly reminded of that as the pyromancer stripped down for him and there was the smallest upward curve at the corners of his lips. Merek was always something to look at especially with his ass swaying side to side just for him. It was made even better when the last bit of fabric was removed and he was able to see the bare ass of the slave for a moment before Merek was in his lap. Lips moved over his neck as he tightly gripped the arms of the chair for a moment.

Ryker would open the door for the master to walk through before he followed in after him. The place was as he expected it to be; as white as he was. It reminded him a lot of the mountain he lived on before he was captured and sent to the castle. Which he was not expecting to be feeling as he walks even further into the others space. A sense of nostalgia he could feel creeping along in his veins. He was left in the living room along while the vampire went off to do his things leaving Ryker to do some looking. He held his hands behind his back as he slowly walked around the room as he waited for the other to return.