Risen

Luke did his best to not lean into the touch, still tensed and concerned as they walked. The boy nodded. “Some guards thought I was runnin but I got away.” He grumbled a little, glancing at the other.

He was…hurt. Concern flashed in Luke’s eyes as he glanced over the other but still couldnt find the wound. Luke had personally never fought a phoenix, but if it was anything like silver with him, he was sure it was painful. Luke just huffed and moved to follow, not arguing.

Luke’s furrowed brow pinched, eyes flashing when the other said he was fine. It was a lie…and a fucking obvious one. “Have ya?” He shot back, not letting it go as he picked apart every little part of what the other was doing.

Something was wrong. The other’s gate wasent right, it was almost limping…his face was tired and pale…and was that a sheen of sweat on his forehead? Luke lowered the wood block, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?” He asked, tone almost demanding as he stayed put.

Luke had been able to stagger and run from some guards who had caught him, the chimera not really ready to go back in the cells just yet. His blood was on fire and he felt like he had energy for the first time in a very long time…and he wanted to keep it burning until he was tossed back in the cells. Luke had been looking for something to use as a weapon when he knocked over some debris, seeing the fire and reacting. Reaching for the first thing he could find, he picked up a broken four by four and held it up like bat…only to see the face in the light. 

“Kian?”

“Luke.” The flames flickered out a moment later, not feeling threatened by the chimera’s presence. Besides, it was harder to keep them going when the flecks of iron in his wound prevented him from healing. At least once it was cleaned up it would be less draining, even if it was going to heal slowly. He drew closer to the chimera, looking him over in the dim light and letting out a sigh of relief when he realised he was mostly unharmed. 

His wound was an ugly black colour, and desperately needed cleaning out. He doubted it was enough to kill him but it was weakening him and he’d prefer not to take the long road with healing this. It was already going to take long enough to heal once it was cleaned out and stopped looking so infected. Unfortunately, it also made using his right arm difficult. Not impossible but it hurt. He kept it tucked low and close to his body, guarding even though he hated to show any weakness. Kian was making his way back towards his home, since he knew if he got there at least he could take care of the problem. 

The city was dark now, no more explosions even though it wasn’t exactly quiet. Usually he’d have a flame to keep him company but he didn’t want to exercise his powers more than necessary with the wound draining him. Instead he just used eyes that had adjusted to the darkness to find his way. Hearing a sound nearby, he took a deep breath and prepared himself to use his flames, turning toward it.

“Oh come now, I think we’ve both lived long enough to earn the right to some arrogance now and then?” Sabine wondered, tilting her head playfully at her. “Well, I can’t deny us fun now can I?” she pouted and then slunk over to the door, looking back to him, running her hand up the doorframe “Oh tell me about it, I could make some adoring fountain and flower features….” she mused with a wink, even if covered by her glasses, then lifting them so she could give the wink again. “Well, I won’t say no to you using those gifts, I find that we rarely get to unleash much of our true nature lately and there is nothing better than fire to show off ones gift and send the message we need to” she hummed, waggling her eyebrows at him. The Mistress lurched forward when another capture seemed to jump after the first one was punched and doubled over in pain, the Gorgon grabbing the other human and smashing him head first into a wall “Oh I don’t get to do this enough, Kian!” she laughed out.

“I suppose we have,” He answered, although he wondered if arrogance had brought them to the place they were in currently. “Don’t pout, you know it would be delicious to know they’re now trapped as a slave in the very place they were trying to bring down.” Kian said with a small smile, chuckling in response to her wink.

“To do it more when it comes to humans?” she joked, having always found them predictable as a species, she offered him a small smile with a sigh “We have the upper hand because they stupidly think they’ve caught two of us, their arrogance is their downfall in this as now they’ll have to die for stupidity” she pointed out, cracking her knuckles. “Why not?” she nodded gesturing to the for him to have at it “We’ll need some sort of tactic, perhaps something to either draw in the other elders, though in reality they are probably busy if this is spreading across the city” she admitted.

Kian chuckled at her joke, “And there I was attempting not to be quite so arrogant as I felt.” The phoenix nodded a little, “The ringleaders, at the least. Some of the others might be fun to play with.” But if they took out the whole lot, he wasn’t complaining either. “But then, I always have thought that your yard could use some more lovely statues.”

Sabine had only enjoyed in the fact when humans had dared try to hold her captive “Oh boys, you’re not even trying” she grinned when hands were pulled behind her back and she was cuffed, her had shaking as they tried to push her into a cell, having already taken in her way out and had thought of just how she would kill each one of the men who tried to touch her. The elder had decided that going directly into the hornets nest would give her a better idea if just what the humans and terrorists were up to. The Mistress took a small moment to consider her youngest daughter and her slave/ lover Adela, hoping that her two girls were well and safe.  Sabine had taken a few moments to become very zen when she noted Kian being walked into a room, she smirked and then stood, pulling her wrists with little effort and breaking the manacles with ease “Oh I know, they don’t even try much these days, not like the humans back in Ancient Greece, they at least gave you some what of a run for your money” she chuckled, pulling off the scraps of iron. “I had been hoping for something a little more BDSM from them…I’m disappointed” she pouted, before smirking at him, trying to push down her own anxiety with what was happening “Shall we find the ringleader? Give them a real talking to?” 

“I’m assuming they must be close by. But you know what they say about assuming.” Kian commented, “They do have some iron and silver with their weaponry so I’ll have to be careful of that but I can’t imagine they really have the upper hand in attempting to wield it. They barely even tried to capture me.” 

Why not get to the bottom of this? So he’d allowed himself to be taken and shepherded into a room. He made note of the building, planning to look into who owned it and see if they had anything to do with this. Glancing around he noticed one of his fellow elders, similarly un-manacled and realised that Sabine had potentially had the same train of thought as he. 

“Get the feeling we were targeted?” He asked her, “Although not particularly well.” And he didn’t have the answers he’d been hoping for, locked in the empty room. Making the walk over to her, he paused as something made the ground rumble, sounds of an explosion carrying on the air. Kian’s lip curled and a moment later the power went out. Holding out a hand, he lit a flame bright enough to illuminate the both of them.

“Got a plan? It seems like theirs is to bore us to death.” He was a little anxious about what was going on outside, of course, but maybe it was worth trying to get to the core of this.

Luke loudly moaned as the other came hard into him, the boy trembling and sagging in the other’s grip on his throat. The boy panted softly as the other’s thrusts seemed to calm down to a halt. He made a soft whimpering sound, closing his eyes as the other ran his hand through the boy’s hair. 

Immortal. The word rung in Ambrosia’s head. She hated that, hated that her bluff didn’t work. She wanted them to be scared, because if they were scared she’d be left alone. But now, she had no plan. Ambrosia’s hand flew to the back of her neck, flinching before she could stop it. She didn’t know if it really did hurt still, or if it was still in her head. She repeated a phrase she’d heard other people use, and with the context it sounded like an insult. “Fuck you.” They had taken the only thing she had ever found worth in, and she hated them. Hatred burned, so different to the grey feeling she’d had all her life.

Eden’s eyes followed him as he came to stand behind her, trying not to feel like she imagined a hunted deer in the woods would feel as the hunters closed in. Yet when you were so easily stripped of choices, and had to navigate your way forward carefully to keep from getting hurt, it was hard not to feel like prey. At least for a moment or two. She could feel the heat of his body press into hers, and she tried to focus on that. On rewiring her brain to appreciate and relax in the face of bodily warmth. “I’m probably shooting myself in the foot here for saying so but rough sex. Or any kind of harshness during sex really. Most of the guys I’ve been with have treated me like I’m breakable. Like I can’t take being pushed..” Following his instructions, she wrung her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Turning her head to look at him, getting a little brazen given the serene circumstances, Eden arched her brows with a small smile. “But am I not here to indulge in your fantasies sir?”  

A reunion was the first thing Lana but certainly not in these god damn cells, this man was playing with her and she could tell. The brunette took a deep breath, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms over her chest, expression unimpressed. Lana knew all too well that there were people in this place who could be cruel and she was positive that she’d manage some way to piss them off, it made her almost scoff, taking half a step back away from the bars. “A show?” She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes, perhaps too disrespectful, but Lana never had given any such thing to people who didn’t first give respect unto her. “Right okay, whatever.”

A soft strangling noise escaped Luke at the other gripping his neck tighter, the boy clenching his hands as his eyes fluttered closed. Fuck it felt so damn good…he could feel his arousal growing, feeling some of his precum drizzle on his inner thigh. The bite was a surprise, Luke gasping loudly. His ass clamped around the other’s cock as he came without warning.

Soft pants, whimpers, and whines of pleasure escaped Luke as the other fucked into him, the boy even moving his head into the other as they bit his shoulder. He could feel bruises forming, but it would only be a few minutes before they healed away. KNowing that the marks would be gone made Luke whimper, shaking his head a little. “H-harder…” He gasped.