Where Sins Go To Breed

Kneel and confess to me your sins.

Indie Heavily Canon Divergent Legato Bluesummers RP/Ask SIN Blog Selective 21+ only past this line

How interested they are in having sex with them:

Settled in the city he feels the angels reach to him, chuckling. The Sisters had been watching then, their sweet moment beneath the stars. Of course they did, the six always eager to see and hear Legato's life.

The question sparks a hum from his throat, keeping to himself incase another passed him by, focused on responding to the angels directly.

A relationship first of course. We're both broken from our pasts, I cannot imagine it being priority on our list. Though he does pause, studying the thought.

If I were to ever willingly be with another with the intent of love and not a cleansing, it'd be her.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: Eyes rolled at the question, huffing.

"Stop talking to Wolfwood and Midvalley. They are horrible influences on you all." The words leave his lips before he reminds himself to reach for their gates.

None either way. It's a mutual thing of love and kindness, of adoration and passion, not something monetary.

If they would rather bottom or top them: This was... A hard question, knowing they both were likely to have issues being the bottom. He chews his lip, shifting against the railing. Could he be that vulnerable?

Assuming she doesn't run for the hills at the sight of my... Pelvic region. I'd be willing to give her the control. After her past, I couldn't ask her to give up control. Though, his youth was an endless sea of sexual abuse, he couldn't take her power from her.

She would decide who did. Only then would I feel comfortable taking control.

How good they think they would be: He didn't have much to go on with this one, he could see her agility, speed, flexibility and the currents she could control.

I can imagine good. She has had experience, if with a mongrel, so she wouldn't be unsure of what to do and where. But I do imagine nervous, shy almost. It'd be nice, peaceful with no need to rush.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: What an odd range of choices. He throws away the idea of the kitchen, food was sacred to him. Though a wall opens up many options for them...

Shower. I usually take baths so I suppose that would count. To guide her against me as he rock in the cleansing waters, coaxing us to a rapture.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: This... Was another thing to take his time on. He could imagine having sex, a more primal need to be close, hate fucking in the past perhaps before she gave him a chance to be heard.

Making love. We've had enough fucking and sex in our lives to last the rest of eternity. She deserves someone to love her, in every way possible.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: He nearly choked on air, coughing a few times before turning on the sister, seeing all six flocking to the glass, pressed against it with big eyes watching him, hoping for answers even if he found it weird for them to ask.

Who would he consider? It truly was an odd question but he thought about it all the same, if only to humor and enrich their minds.

A flash of fangs glint his gaze, catching the wolf prowling the city as he lit a cigarette on the catwalks. He smiles, a softness to his features.

Nicholas. Kind, loving, sweet and confident, he knows of my past and would treat her right. A passionate man all about acts of service and loving his partners over demanding it himself. It'd be so fun to tag team him with her.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

Once more, he's summoned to the present, turning to the sisters with a sad, torn smile.

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The moment the angels slip into his mind he welcomes it. Until he makes out their intended words and he nearly flips the car as he chokes on his drink.

What on earth are you asking me?! Were the angels high or something? He wondered why he had to be the one cursed with perverts everywhere, now divinity was tainted too!

But he finds himself thinking anyways. Eyes flicking to the sleeping wolf and hums faintly to himself.

I suppose the idea has crossed my mind from time to time. If he wasn't so infuriating half the time, I might have already done so with him. Hoping for such a thing was like hoping the world was suddenly rot free.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: He snickers to himself at the insinuation.

I wouldn't pay the mongrel a single cent. He doesn't deserve it. Though I think a meager ten thousand double dollars would be enough to get me to breed him if it meant saving his life.

Now that was an amusing idea, Nicholas so desperate and needy, begging him to help.

If they would rather bottom or top them: NO ONE tops me. He'd be a good little bitch for me or he'll be snapped in half and left unable to reach a vial. Anger boiled in his blood that the angels even had to ask such a stupid thing.

And yet, his mind drifts, blurring the world around him as he pretends to read, imagining himself beneath the wolf, split open from the other, spine arching as he's slowly taken apart with roughened but frighteningly gentle hands-

He shifts, clearing his throat as he adjusts his sitting position and 'returns to reading'.

How good they think they would be: Legato? He'd be divine. Though his past was horrible for him to suffer through, he knows he could be the perfect lover to anyone he chose, knowing just how to pry apart the human mind and give them all the perfect attentions to their heated bodies.

Wolfwood however, was a novice, likely still a virgin. Gangly limbs, clumsy at times, unco-ordinated at others. Acted like a whore yet grew flustered tragically easy.

He'd be fun to pull apart and rebuild. To show him what love and life really felt like. Tragic and inexperienced, but I enjoy them like that, falling apart with my expertise. Having that kind of power, even if he bottomed, would be like a drug to him.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Images flickered before his eyes, tossing the kitchen aside with distain and the shower causing him to think of the fact he only took baths.

But the wall.... The thought of pushing the other's buttons so far, prodding him just so that he shoves them into an alley and takes him there in that moment, snarling at his throat how much he hates the psychic and wants to kill him whilst thrusting in where anyone could happen upon them-

Wall. More options for fun. He finds he needs to shift once more in his seat, breaths a little rougher now. Maybe he'd have to rethink that earlier response of topping.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Fuck.

A simple response, hate fuck more likely to happen. But again, the probing of the angels has his mind slipping away. Imagining Wolfwood beneath him, head thrown back, throat bared and covered in bite marks, in his marks. Lips parted around his name, that near sweet nickname of his hair colour, the soft frantic sounds he'd mewl and whine and whimper out as Legato takes his time.

Making love would be interesting, but I cannot imagine him having patience.

Good cover.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Good god who would he hate even less than the mutt beside him. His mind drifted to Lord Knives, the very idea making him flinch away from nothing, frowning at his book. Knives would kill them both in a heart beat. They are filthy humans after all.

But who he'd hate more would be Vash. That sweet innocent smile, the way he saw good in everyone, the way he laughed or cried, the way he'd risk his life to save anyone, no matter how horrible they were.

He saw everyone deserved a chance. Maybe even Legato himself.

Vash is the closest I can even dream of getting to Lord Knives and his love. A good enough answer.

Even if the idea of those smooth metal fingers trailing his scars, whispering that he was worthy, promising he deserved the life he was given, that he was good deep down, that he deserved to be loved and cherished by even the divine-

He needed a drink, hand reaching back to search his bag for the small flask he'd brought, if only for emergencies.

This counted as one.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

"Tch. As if." The words slip from his lips, breaking the silence of the car before he took a swig from the flask, closing it up and tucking it into the door caddy, relaxing as he looked to his newly flipped page.

I don't think any one could ever find something worthy of redemption in me, let alone loving or wanting to bed with. I'm a monster, a horrid animal that bends to the whims of my Master- until he doesn't -there is nothing there to cherish. If he considered it, he'd be wise to give up the idea before it settles.

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The voices of the angels have the engineer instantly flustered, eyes snapping around to ensure he was alone before whining to himself.

"I... Think of Vash like that a lot.... Too often, I worry. I don't want to be seen as a sex pest but... The intimacy is.... Like no other. And we haven't even done anything like that! Just his touch, his careful hands, his sweet smile, his-" He falls into a soft whimper, squirming where he sat and covering his face.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: "Pay?!" He squeaks the word before hissing. "I wouldn't need money nor would I imagine Vash taking money for such things! Silence your words and never ask something so... So stupid again!"

If they would rather bottom or top them: From anger to a flustered mess he hides in his hood, whining as they scrunch their body up, too physically flustered to speak for a moment.

"B-bottom. I.... I don't think I'd make a good top." He'd try, for Vash, but he always gets nervous when given power and control.

How good they think they would be: He slumps to his side, accepting his fate of dying of embarrassment, a soft whimper leaving Legolas' throat.

"Like heaven. I'm sorry Nick, but he has age, I can only imagine he'd just... Know how to take me apart in ways I'm not sure even humans know how to replicate."

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Okay, the angels were pushing his sanity and making his mind conjure up too many ideas he's left squirming and moaning to himself, biting his lip.

"Counter. He could feed me treats as he fills me with-" Nope, he was stopping right there before he exploded into a million timid pieces.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: A pause, nervousness itching in as he takes a moment to think, to slow down. To process the question and the person it involved.

"I'd hope the last one... I... Don't think I could handle something that isn't loving and passionate... Too many dark connections..."

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Before he can even drift into his mind he's brought back by the angels, a small laugh leaving him.

"Nick of course. We're a three piece deal already after all. Anyone else just wouldn't make sense."

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

Now he falls lax where he lay beneath the tree, a soft dreamy smile as he pets the soft lush grass, eyes falling shut as lips curled into a dreamy smile.

How interested they are in having sex with them:

"I mean.... The Gods know I've cried his name more than a few times whilst on the altar dealing with my weekly offerings of pleasure. I'd say highly interested." Though why the angels wanted to know these sorts of questions was strange he'd follow through with answering, ever diligent as he was.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: "If someone tried to force money into this they'll find themselves bug food faster than they could blink. There's never enough in this world to describe my love for him, to think money could sum it up is ridiculous." He's highly offended the angels even thought of such an abhorrent question.

If they would rather bottom or top them: This draws a long pause, head tilting as he thinks. "We're just talking Livio? I feel like topping would be a delight of a night against Razlo... But seeing Livio in such a state would be sweet, a loving thing. Though.... Bottoming for him, watching him falter and whine, checking on me repeatedly and clinging through the overwhelming feelings... It would be nice either way I suspect.... Perhaps the first time I'd bottom, to show him he doesn't just harm people, but brings them pleasure and happiness."

How good they think they would be: "Livio? In bed? Shy, sweet, gentle, loving, attentive, kind, patient... Everything I've never had but craved so dearly. Perhaps inexperienced, but it would only add to his sweet nature. I'd say the best sex of my life if I had to guess." Though he can only imagine for now how that would go, he can't see the other being cruel or violent.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: All the weirdest positions. Again he wonders if the angels are horny.

"Ah.... Shower I suppose. I have a bench in mine for when I've gone too far with my power so it'd be lovely to feel the cleansing water as I ride him on his lap."

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: "Make love, hands down now questions asked. Perhaps have sex from time to time, but I cannot see him doing anything of that nature without slow loving passion you can only get with making love." That and by the time such a thing happened, he'd know properly of his twisted past as a sex slave.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: "Oh boy." This was a rough question, one that made him have to slow and think, head tipping. "I suppose saying Razlo wouldn't count because threesome implies three bodies, but I'd still count it."

But if it didn't count...

"Midvalley maybe? Vash would... Likely be too weird, but not off the table in my eyes."

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

This draws him to a stop, frowning as he looked to his hands.

"I can only pray to all whom will listen that one day he'd decide to stay, to be with me. But it is not my place to ask, much as I want to. He's... Swiftly come to mean everything to me. He and Razlo both..."

"Nick? Really? that's who you think I'd pick?"

Truth be told he has considered him, even if he is mildly annoying.

Sprawled across the plush bedding of his altar the hazed mind of the post coital bliss hybrid perks at the sound of the angels' curiosity. He thought for a long moment, wondering idly through ideas.

"If I love the person, the Lotus, maybe missionary, I'll gladly take what they give. Carnal pleasure? I will be the dominant in g-whiz. Perhaps I'd let my lover dominate me in that pose too if I love them. It depends, truly."

Many of his acts with sex involving another depends on plenty of things. Does he love them, are they special to him, will he see them again, how does he feel that day. There's plenty of reasons things would change.