As Above, So Below

Rhoan still wasn’t entirely sure what had brought a master to bring him to this thing.

He was pretty sure no one looked right at him and thought ‘ah, yes, arm candy’ when there were plenty of pretty twinks down in the Undercroft with him.  But the barghest figured maybe he was better not looking a gift horse in the mouth.  At least he was out of the Undercroft for a few hours, even if a part of him was a little twitchy at being surrounded by all this fancy shit.  It was a step up from the things he’d known all his life and Rhoan was feeling decidedly out of place.  Maybe the guy just wanted to see him squirm.

Huffing quietly to himself, Rhoan gave the master who’d brought him the slip just so he could go grab himself a drink.  He snatched up the first glass that he saw, took a swallow and nearly spit the whole thing out.  Blood wine.  Of course.  The slave managed to subtly spit it out, his nose wrinkling.  “Christ, how the fuck do they drink this shit?”  He muttered to himself.

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There was something enchanting about the affair, the way vampires immediately fell into their element when it such circumstances. The stalk of the predator amongst the pack - seeking the ladder, wondering which way was up and who was just beneath. Caspian was enjoying watching the way the creatures moved about the little habitat he’d set up - like a nature documentary on the horrors of the world. Sipping at his drink - he glanced to the side when he noticed someone who was decidedly not a vampire taking a cursory sip of a glass of bloodwine.

Grinning to himself, he pushed himself to his feet and strode the twenty or so feet over to the man - clasping a glass of fine champagne on the way from a tray being borne about by a waiter. “Here.” His laugh was light and lilting as he arrived at where the man was standing. He offered the fluted glass. “No blood in this one, I think you’ll find it more to your palette.” Turning to lean against the wall next to cabinet on which the mini-bar sat - Caspian regarded the other with a lifted brow.

“You’re...not staff, are you?” He nodded towards the collar sitting at the other’s throat. “Did some fool really claim you for the evening, bring you here and then not even deign to dance with you?” Caspian looked disapprovingly towards the gambling tables before returning his gaze back to the slave. “For shame. I’m Caspian.” He held out one hand in greeting, a warm smile on his face. “This little soiree is mine. Do you care to share your name? It’s fine if you do not.”

Cairo had came for the drinks, gambling wasn’t really fair considering who and what he was. Young for a witch, no doubt, but his lineage gave him access to a plethora of rare and powerful spells. One’s to flip a cards suit or change odds in his favor were easy as a flick of the wrist. For now he was content just sitting and taking in the party. Seeing who gravitated to who and what he could use to his advantage when it was needed. Being the son of a ghoul and a strigoi that were highly manipulative in everything they did made Cairo a bit that way by default. 

“Your place then?” Cairo asked glancing to the man who fell into the seat next to him. “Not a bad party, something you do for fun or are you after something or someone?” Cairo asked, not one to believe any vampire did anything at the castle without personal gain. He wasn’t even a vampire and he sure as hell wouldn’t. 

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When addressed by the handsome man across the coffee table - Caspian glanced over, his mouth curving into a smile. “It is in fact my place. Normally it’s a bit more...cluttered, but I didn’t think people trying to dance around furniture would be conducive to a little gathering.” Sipping at his drink and resting his chin against the heel of his palm - Caspian looked around for a moment; up at the dozens and dozens of paintings and portraits that decorated the walls. Almost all of them painted by himself though he pretended they weren’t. 

It would’ve been gauche otherwise. “Oh, I’m always after people. I love making acquaintances, friends, sometimes lovers - that whole song and dance. I’m also after the fun though too.” He chuckled into his drink as he took another sip from the glass. “You’re Cairo right? Head of Magical Security and such? Raphael mentioned you once.” Caspian’s gaze narrowed as he playfully clucked his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “He didn’t mention you were such a handsome devil in person though.”

It was like a moth to a flame, word had gotten to him about a small gathering that involved one of his favorite games. Of course he would not miss the opportunity to enjoy himself in such an environment, just for fun among people like minded as himself. So he took it upon himself to show up, enjoy what was offered to him by those who had come as well. When he arrived to the suite he was lead to the room in which the main part of the party was being held. There he’d grab himself a nice drink and settle at one of the many gaming tables. Sitting down to gamble a little of the money he had on him, though being careful not to spend it all during this night. 

After a round of two he left the table, giving someone else a chance at a hand leaving him to mingle. Mostly so he could get himself another drink when he noticed the host sitting by himself on the couch not too far from where he was standing. Taking a drink for himself he made his way over to him, sitting himself down on the available spot next to him. “Quite the party.” He said, bringing the rim of the glass to his lips to savor his drink. “Especially the tables, can’t keep myself away from games like these.” He chuckled, any excuse to lose money he often jumped on the opportunity. It was at this moment he realized he never introduced himself, clearing his throat he’d offer a hand to the other. “I’m James, it’s been a pleasure being here.”

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Caspian’s countenance perked up as the man made his way over. He watched him for a moment over the rim of his glass as he sat himself down and Caspian set his Campari on the little, marble table between them. “It’s just a little...something-something, y’know?” Caspian chuckled, glancing about at the some of the other people chatting and mingling. It was vapid of course - but in a way that felt helpful. People needed something to destress every now and then. 

He followed the man’s eye back to the table and grinned; “Well that’s the point, of course - what’s eternal life without a little risk versus reward every now and then. Just don’t lose everything.” The Lich smirked; taking the proffered hand in his and giving it a firm shake. “Oh no, the pleasure is all mine, James. I’m Caspian. Are you new around here? I certainly am in...relativity?” A waiter walked by, carrying a tray laden with flutes of champagne. Caspian reached up and plucked two - one for him and one for his new friend, offering the drink to the other man. 

“What’s brought you to the castle? Looking into possibly procuring a slave or just here for fun and pleasure?” He offered a sly wink. Devilish, almost.

The few chandeliers glittered above and the moon shone high outside. The music was on the quieter side and it felt cozy in a way. A place from a different age. Caspian hadn’t gone out of his way to exclude anybody. It was simply by word of mouth and a few masters had shone up to gamble, some had brought their slaves and even a few off-duty staff members came to see if they could maybe win a little money. Have a drink, if nothing else. Couldn’t have been more than ten, maybe fifteen people.

As a small number of cheers picked up from the blackjack table as somebody won something - Caspian tossed himself down onto one of the couches; still nursing his drink while rubbing at one temple. It was a nostalgia trip to be sure; a little taste of the 20′s when Caspian had finally tasted freedom for what felt like the first time. He sipped at his Campari and watched. 

Dae was rather restless now that he’d gotten all of his things brought to his suite. He’d had a run in with his former claim, which mildly made him irritable, and one of his little pets he’d walked around with had gotten the brunt of his frustrations, but he wouldn’t let such an encounter totally ruin his day. After dropping off his pet to the clinic to get taken care of, he’d found himself walking the castle grounds, making a mental map of the place. His hired help followed along at a distance, until someone had gotten too close to the Strix, causing one of them to reach ahead and grab the individual by the arm to stop them. At this, Dae would pause in his steps, dark and uninterested hues peering up to see who it had been, though once he’d realized it was a mistake, he’d lift a hand to command them to pull back. His guard would pull back from the individual, giving a bow and stepping off behind him once more. Dae would heave an obvious irritated sigh, but he’d finally turn to the individual, giving the fakest of smiles towards them. “I apologize,” something the Strix rarely ever did. “Sometimes my men do not realize that not everyone is out to get to me, and that we are here to enjoy ourselves,” his eyes would peer over his shoulder in mild annoyance, but then glance back towards the individual. 

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His steps were quick - not a run; it wasn’t quite that serious but still - a brisk pace. Book tucked under his arm, he was in the process of cleaning his spectacles off when he pushed past the door to head out into the garden and cut across. He’d promised he would have dinner ready for the boys whenever they got back and then he’d gone and got himself lost in his novel. He assumed he probably had about an hour or so before they were due to be back to the suite and he wanted to get everything going a bit before then. 

Trying to time it for when they both walked through the door was always a little tricky but Caspian hated the idea of either of them having to eat something lukewarm. As he began his way across the grass - his head down as he quickly wiped dust off the lenses of his glasses with a silk kerchief; he was stopped by a hand suddenly clamping down onto his arm. Glancing at the offending limb, Caspian twisted his gaze from the hand up to the man it belonged too; keeping his tone light and sugary. “Can I help you?”

His attention was dragged to a different man, standing nearby and apparently annoyed at the jumpiness of his attendants. Caspian found it a little strange in all honesty and cocked his head to the side at the apology issued forth by the other. His mouth curved into a small smirk. “Oh, it’s quite alright. To be entirely honest - you may wish to tell them to be a bit more vigilant. This place...” He glanced over his shoulder towards the spires of the castle; reaching up into the sky like the fingers of some clawed beast. “...is a den of vipers. More people are out to get you here than you’re aware of. Be certain of it.” Finishing wiping off his lenses, he placed the spectacles in his breast pocket. 

“Do you happen to be on the Council, representing your country or just here for pleasure?” He asked in flawless Korean, the smirk still on his lips. 

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He was trying his best not to focus too hard on the uncomfortable feeling that was coursing through his veins. Just being around them right now was proving to make things even harder, literally and figuratively. He was glad he chose to wear something loose fitting, the tent in his pants would have felt awful constricted within the jeans he usually wore. He looked over to the angel, eyeing his face, wanting nothing more than to pull him in close to plant his lips onto the others. He wanted that more than anything else in the world in this moment– honestly, any touch would be much appreciated. Lift the weight of his heat from his shoulders, or rather, his very hard cock. 

Keeping his eyes on Rome he watched him as he got closer, his heart thudding even harder within his chest as he shifted even more. A small chuckle left his slightly parted lips, the idea of walking around like this was both hilarious and agonizing, he couldn’t imagine it in the current moment. The kiss caught him off guard– why he wasn’t sure but it almost seemed sudden to have those lips onto his own. They were as soft as he’d imagined them to be, he’d keep him closer with a hand to the back of his neck as he pressed harder into the kiss. Hungry for more than this, wanting to really enjoy the angel for a moment though that all came to an end sooner than he’d like. He would have said something had the those very lips moved elsewhere, trailing downward as he did so. 

The dragon stared up at the ceiling as his breathing quickened the lower he seemed to go. Lost in his own head when his vision was obstructed by Cas, looking up at him briefly he accepted the kiss, returning it as quickly as he could before he, too, would move south. “Mm.” Was all he could say at the words spoken to him, unsure of what he was actually saying, knowing it was a question of some sort. He held on tight to the hand now within his own just before he felt the tongue drag along his shaft, “Fuck!” He groaned loudly, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips upward slightly, needing more of that. 

“I–I didn’t say it wasn’t great– I mean you were great but–” Rome had to stop himself, feeling that he’d spoken too much as he sped up the more flustered he got. Their little romps were always fun, but he’d say nothing more on the matter or give details, not wanting to psyche himself out. 

“We love him too, don’t we?”

Eyes would soften, glancing towards Laz for a moment. He’d said he’d loved Caspian every day, but when the thought came to it, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever said such a thing to the dragon. It had brought somewhat of an ache to his chest, and yet the two had their own silent understanding. Feeling that maybe it had been shown rather than said, but even so, Rome couldn’t help but reach up to caress the dragon’s face carefully. “Yes, I do,” having spoken for himself instead. “I do love you too, Lazarus.” He’d bite onto his lower lip to suppress his shy smile, his heart thumping in his chest. The Angel would clear his throat and begin to laugh it all off. 

When he’d made his descent, he’d wait patiently, eyes flickering over to the Lich beside him, a sort of awe in the way he’d move. Though he felt relieved that Cas had understood him, but then Rome had to admit he was stunned watching as he’d begun with his tongue. Leaning over, he’d peck Caspian’s nose with a smile. A small chuckle would escape as Laz would react to but a mere touch. “Laz! We’ve barely begun, dearest~” he’d tease, before he too would trace over a vein with his tongue in one slow stripe, then turning his head to swirl his tongue around the tip, a hand reaching up to hold at the base of his length. Rome would pull back, a rather cheeky chuckle escaping him as eyes would peer back over to Cas. “Just curious, how much teasing do you think he could take?” Though it was probably cruel to do such a thing to a person in heat, he figured. The Angel would huff with amusement, and without saying much more, he’d bury himself in Laz’s sack, sucking on them like they’d been a piece of fruit, giving soft hum. 

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He listened to the way Romeo said it and having heard it so similarly said to himself - he knew it was true. A flutter began in the depths of Caspian’s heart but he knew he would have time to speak on it later. That sensation - that love that seared him for both of his boys was worthy enough to paint. But it would have to wait. As his first lick reached the crown of the dragon’s cock - Caspian swirled his tongue for a moment, gently licking and sucking as he made his way back down to the base. 

The sounds emitted were music to his ears. He tightened his grip on Lazarus’ hand, soothingly firm. Gently, he rubbed a circle on the back of his hand with his thumb. As if to say ‘we’ve got you’. He glanced at Romeo when he spoke, chuckling himself as he shook his head. “I don’t think he could take very much to be honest. At least not right now. But...later...” He let the sentence drag. “When he’s not in heat? Maybe we tie him to the bed with some silk ties? Maybe we spend a few hours...hmm...” Caspian liked the idea but knew even just his musings were a teasing of a sort and he didn’t want to cause any undue suffering of course. 

As Romeo descended further, down to his balls - Caspian decided to head to the top. Kissing the head of his cock once, he looked up - catching Lazarus’ eye before slowly taking him all the way down to the back of his throat. Caspian’s gag reflex was a thing of the long ago past and he had no problem reaching the root of his dragon’s cock, swallowing around him and sucking hard as he went back up. Wrapping his fist around the shaft - Caspian began to pick up speed, stroking him time with each plunge down to the base. Rather quickly, he’d built a brisk pace - saliva and the wet noises of each swallow filling the room as he worked the hard cock he had to play with over. 

Pulling his lips from the head, he gave a few more strokes before lowering himself down to where Romeo had been, sucking a ball into his mouth - rolling it around, gently teasing him. A slight cough and he held the shaft towards Romeo with a lifted eyebrow. “You take over here, love.” He kissed the Angel on the cheek, grinning. “I have an idea.” Sitting up - Caspian slipped his middle finger into his own mouth. Wetting the digit - till it dripped with his spit - he leaned over, wrapping his other arm under Lazarus’ shoulders. Almost cradling him. “Tell us what you want, baby.” He whispered, his hand slipping underneath one of the dragon’s thighs. “You can have it. Whatever it is.” His voice was soft as he slipped the wet digit into the other man’s entrance. Kissing him - Caspian nipped at his bottom lip. “You wanna be in me? Want me in you?” He asked, carefully withdrawing his finger before sliding it back inside. 

Gently, he stroked that bundle of nerves. “There it is...”

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He wondered for a moment if this was Romeo’s first real experience with such an event. As he laid there he thought on it s a way to distract himself from everything else that was going on in his body currently. With his attempts to distract himself he realized it wasn’t doing much good, he could feel himself pressed rather firmly into the mattress below him. “Mm–” He hummed, muffled by the sound of the bedding he was laying on. He looked over at Romeo first, though taking note of Caspian moving beside them. “I’m fine.” He said, wanting to ease the angel so he wasn’t worrying too much over his current condition. When he looked over at him he couldn’t stop the rush he felt, the urge to reach out to him and pull him in close. He wanted to ravage him, but he also didn’t want to scare him, so he fought the urge. 

The hand to his forehead was met with a rumble of noise from the dragon, he’d even lean into the touch knowing within he wanted much more than that. Needed more than that to take the edge off, even if it was for only a moment, it only seemed to last for a moment. He glanced away from the angel to look over at the lich, eyeing him for a second before he nodded his head. “I need your help.” He’d breathe, looking from Cas to Rome then back again. Shifting his body so that he was sitting up now, his sweats he’d been wearing sporting a very obvious tent now. “Don’t have much options there, can’t walk around lookin’ like this, eh?” He tried to keep his desperation as little as possible, try to keep things jovial to make it a bit more comfortable.​

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Rome sat quietly, eyeing the dragon even as Cas reassured him, though he’d nearly blush profusely at the sudden memory that he’d bring up of one of their earlier tumbles. He’d gasp lightly, eyes darting over to him like he’d spoken some secret, that entire situation completely embarrassing on the Angel’s part. “I– Caspian!” but the other had also reassured him, and he’d look back at the dragon, carefully taking his hand within his own, and rubbing his back with his other hand. “You’re not alright. You must be…hurting,” he’d clear his throat rather shyly. As much as he wanted to tease the dragon, he kinda felt bad and more worried if anything. 

Eyes would peer over to Caspian at his question, and he’d give a rather cheeky grin then, only to try and suppress it by biting onto his lower lip. 

“I need your help.”

The other would respond before Rome could say anything, and that gave him all he needed to know. Leaning over to Caspian, he’d draw the other’s face to his own to give him a feathery kiss, a smile following soon after. “May I?” His eyes would flicker over to Laz as he referred to him, and knowing that he’d be alright with anything, Rome would soon sit himself closer in front of the dragon. Eyes would peer down between them, a rather devious smile on his features now that he’d worked up the courage. “You could walk around like this…but I think you have far too many clothes on for us to actually enjoy the view.” Rome would hesitantly draw his face closer to Laz’s, pausing when he felt his breath against his lips, only to close the gap between them, kissing him for the first time since they met. To his surprise, his lips had been soft, and ones he’d too commit to memory in the way they felt against his own. He’d draw his lips back, trailing a line along his jaw carefully, to his neck and down his chest while hands had pressed against him until he worked his lips to the hemline of his pants. He’d look up once more, as if asking for permission like he’d always done with Cas when he wasn’t sure, while he’d push himself back so that he might lie on his tummy. ​

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The reference brought about a wonderful color to Romeo’s cheeks that Caspian could only chuckle at, kissing the Angel once more. “What? It was a delightful experience, if I do say so myself.” Sitting up fully, he pushed himself off the edge of the bed and walked a short distance away - quietly fetching a bottle of lubricant from the dresser drawer while the other two spoke. Returning, he laughed to himself at the sight of Lazarus, licking his lips as he looked the Dragon over. 

“You’ll have our help, darling. Have no fear.” Setting the bottle down on the nightstand, he leaned into the kiss Romeo gave him - his mouth upturning into a grin at the question. “As if you even need to ask, my love. We love him too, don’t we? We take care of those we love, in all things.” And he...meant it. In a way he hadn’t entirely been sure about before but he meant it. 

Sitting back - he watched with interested eyes as Romeo took charge of the situation that had Caspian grinning ear to ear. Happy that the Angel was starting to gain the confidence for such things. As the two kissed - there was a brief moment where Caspian felt a surge of...relief? For a split second, his mind spun back to that dinner and to where they all were now. He lifted a brow as Romeo began to kiss down Lazarus’ chest, intent on his chosen direction. Pushing himself forward as Romeo neared the Dragon’s considerable problem - Caspian kissed Lazarus once, before falling down to where Romeo had positioned himself. 

He saw the momentary hesitation in Romeo’s eyes and Caspian smirked, kissing Romeo once on the cheek. “I don’t think he’s in the headspace to tell us exactly what he needs. Were you?” Caspian threaded his fingers through Lazarus’ whilst with the other hand, pulled at the waist of his pants till his cock sprung free. Leaning over to Rome, Caspian nodded. “You get left, I’ll get right.” And he made the first, slow lick up the side of Lazarus’ cock. 

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He knew it was happening even before he woke up, perhaps why he had gotten up rather early was because of how warm he felt. Not the sort of heat that one would get from a flame, but rather, the sort that one got in the heat of the moment. It had spread through every part of his body, up and down his limbs, and straight down. He’d rip off the blankets he used to push himself up to sit on the side of the bed. Hand running over his face then hair as he thought on what he was going to do. Usually, he’d take the medication to make it go away, this time he was going to go without. It had been a long while since he’s ever allowed himself to enjoy his heat. Now that he had people in his life he could enjoy it with he decided to forgo the suppressants, and see just what would happen. 

Without any more thought he rose to his feet, shuffling out of his room and headed straight to where he knew the two of them were at. Nothing else was considered, his mind focusing on one thing only, unable to really think past in in the moment. When he got to the door he stood there for a moment, thinking how he would ever go about doing this, or if they’d even want to– the hesitation only lasted a couple seconds before he opened the door and let himself in. Once in the room he spotted the two of them in bed, the sight of them with their chests bare had him swallowing thickly. He came up to the bed until it was pressed against his legs, for a moment he thought about saying something, try to wake them up. He didn’t know what to say– his skin felt like fire and his need to be touched by someone was too great. 

Making his decision he moved onto the bed, gently kneeling onto the mattress as he moved himself between them. “I’m sorry–.” He started, “I need you both right now.” Even if they just laid there, it would have been enough even if he ached for more. He wasn’t going to expect that from them until he was certain they had wanted it. 

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Rome was a rather heavy sleeper, and he had fallen asleep next to the other like it had been a typical night. They’d talked a little about what was to be expected for Laz’s suffering heat, but Rome hadn’t fully understood. His previous master wasn’t affected by it, and he hadn’t been around others who were also. So when he’d felt the shift in the bed, and a rather shaken voice calling to Cas and himself, eyes would flutter open slowly, somewhat confused at first. His leg space felt well– crowded, and a warmth to the bed that had been radiating off of Laz that he had not processed quite yet. It was enough to wake the Angel, causing him to rub the sleep from his eyes and yawn. “Laz?” He’d question, his voice cracking from lack of use. “Are you alright?” The dragon hadn’t exactly ever crawled into bed with them, and was usually holed up in his room– which was why Rome had almost always been in there when he wanted to hang out with him. However now, the Angel would grow concerned now that he’d wake the two up, seemingly suffering. He didn’t know what to do, and that prompted the Angel to give a rather harsh shake to his lover’s side. “Cas? Please wake up. Something’s wrong with Lazarus.” Doe-y eyes would stare over to the dragon, and he’d motion for him to come closer, scooting away from the vampire beside him so he could fit in between them. It only took Rome to touch Laz’s arm to pull it back quickly in surprise and mild concern. “You’re burning up! Is this– that?” 

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He’d been dreaming a multitude of things, most joyful, some not. A light sleeper already, Caspian was dimly aware that the door had been opened but when he breathed in - the scent was unfamiliar. Lazarus but...moreso. Something behind the scent of his skin. He could hear a voice and blearily, he began to open his eyes at the same time Rome gave him a swat to his shoulder. “Hmmm?” His voice - thick with sleep - was barely above a whisper as he sat up, wiping the hair from his forehead. Wiping at his eyes, he took stock of the situation - chuckling to himself. “Darling, there’s nothing wrong with him.” Caspian lightly elbowed Romeo, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

Sitting up and sliding the edge of the bed, he eyed Lazarus for a moment; almost curiously. Pressing a hand to his forehead, he gave him a sympathetic look before returning his gaze to Rome. “Do you remember back when all the magic went a little crazy? You remember that one spell you got errantly hit with that made you wake in the middle of the night? As needy as could be?” The Lich’s grin was wide at the memory. He’d certainly enjoyed that particular mishap. 

“That spell was trying to mimic what Laz is going through now.” Gently, he ran the tips of his fingers over Laz’s arm. “Would you like help, Lazarus?” He kept his tone light, conversational. He glanced back to Rome. “Care to help me help him, Romeo? It’ll be fun...” He waggled his eyebrows. 

Rome had bit into his lower lip, trying his hardest to contain his smile, but it was nearly impossible when it came to Caspian. He’d made him feel confident, beautiful, and always loved even when his moods would fluctuate. He’d been the first and last face he’d see in his day, sleeping and waking up beside his lover. If he could move the moon for the man, he would. -And oh how he adored teasing him under the moonlit night. Which he supposed was a little payback for waking him up from his rather heavy slumber. “Now my love, don’t tell me you’re not at least a little bit intrigued?” He’d muse. “—and I wouldn’t say it’s bad. I may be an Angel, but so are you~ and who better to learn of the simple pleasures this Earth has to offer, than from you? There is no one else that I would rather have, to be in love with, and no one else who’d I’d enjoy teasing if it means having you in this bed.” His smile would grow wide at that, just to see his lover’s reaction.

The Angel would tut, not understanding fully what the other saw in him. It wasn’t like he had wings, which he felt was the true highlight of his form that had maliciously been taken from him. A part of him still felt…ugly to look at. Especially when his halo wasn’t nearly as bright anymore either because of it. Could he really call himself a Holy being? “Maybe—“ he’d finally say, though he could feel himself warm. The other had that effect on him, always seeing things he could not, and he did not understand why. “Maybe if I wasn’t this way— maybe my life would have turned out differently…” he’d spoken softly to himself, though he knew the other could hear him, his fingers tracing over the sheets in random invisible shapes.

Their eyes would meet as he’d tell his story, finding that they had alot more in common than he’d realized before. In a way, there was an odd sense of comfort in that, but Rome understood the tone in the other’s voice. He’d experienced it himself as well. To rely on someone else for a life, unknowing of anything else. It was manipulative, but also dangerous. At least the two of them no longer had to remain in shackles of the image of another. —but love was complicated. A reliance that was different, and one he’d felt towards Caspian. It was far different from his previous Master. “If…..” he’d start, his chest tight now that he’d peer towards the other in the shadows. “If it’s any consolation. I see you.” His eyes would avert to his fingers on the sheets, a lump in his throat forming. “And sometimes….” His eyes would get lost nearly in a daze now, his voice trailing off along with it. “—sometimes it’s their touch you cannot forget. The good ones….and the bad ones. It marks you in the deepest, darkest parts of yourself. The ones you don’t want anyone to see.” Rome would blink away the thought, sitting up from the bed to wrap the sheet he had around his shoulders and would slip out of the bed to make his way over to the other to stand behind him. He’d lean over him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and chest while hues would glance at the image before them. It hadn’t been finished, but Rome hadn’t been the most patient person. “I love you, Caspian Sandrine du Lac de Miragliano.” He’d hug onto the other tightly, offering a sort of comfort for the both of them and then— a rather broad smile would form on his lips. “We’re not hanging this on full display are we? That is a fine—specimen. If I do say so myself, and I do,” he’d tease with a small chuckle. “You do have an eye for making sketches realistic. Is there more?”

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“...I may be an Angel, but so are you...”

Caspian stopped at that, the corner of his mouth dipping into a frown though he hid the microexpression behind the canvas. He...wasn’t sure what to make that. A sentiment he was sure was meant as a compliment but felt...far from the truth. A hope of a truth rather than anything based in factual reality. Caspian lived with his head in the clouds as long as it affected only himself. He dragged the brush downwards, shading an edge of Romeo’s thigh. “I...am not certain of that, darling.” He chuckled after a moment. “You’re a real Angel. You...you’re special in ways I am not. You...” Have a future. “Are gonna go to a lot of beautiful places and see a lot of beautiful things.” His voice was soft, dream-like. A wisp of desire threaded through it. 

“But...I will say - I’m glad to be the one who has your love. I’m...” His stroke faltered and he retracted the brush as to not make any mistakes. “...I’m not an Angel, my love. It’s a sweet thing to say but...I am what I am.” For a moment, his arm ached. The arm he held out into the sun, that scorched and seared under the rays to make Romeo understand the difference. The bones beneath hurt, their golden cage having grown nearly red-hot at the sun touching upon their black bindings. He rubbed absently at his forearm, massaged the muscle as if it mattered. He peered around the canvas with a small smirk. “Keep it up and I’ll simply have to ravish you when I’m done and then you won’t get any sleep. Sun will be up and you’ll be on your sixth orgasm and I still won’t be done.” Chuckling, he returned to the painting. 

“Maybe if I wasn’t this way— maybe my life would have turned out differently…”

Swallowing, Caspian nodded silently to such a statement, glancing at his lover with a knowing look. “I...yeah.” He shrugged, his mouth upturning. “No...I...yeah, I feel the same way a lot of the time. I used to think that all the time when I was younger. Especially when I was trapped with Khemri. I’d look into a mirror and...not to...turn your stomach or anything but I’d...strip it all off. All of it. I’d stare at the bones, all golden and pretty. It was an impossible thing to try and get out of my head but...” Mixing a new color, he clucked at the inside of his cheek. 

“You can’t let thoughts like that get buried too deep. An easy thing to say and a hard thing to do but necessary regardless. My mother always used to tell me that the world would be cruel enough to me without adding on more by myself. She was right in that regard. Don’t do the world’s job for you, Romeo. Be kind to yourself.” When Romeo approached, when he felt his lover’s hands on him and heard his ridiculously stupid name - Caspian couldn’t help the wide smile. 

He pulled the other down, sat him in his lap and hugged him tight to his chest where he would pepper his cheek, his nose, his lips, his neck with dozens of kisses. “And I love you, Romeo. More than anything.” He whispered, staring at the beginnings of what he hoped would be one of two of his greatest works. 

One thing had led to another, and now Skye found himself tumbling in the sheets with two other slaves he’d found in the Undercroft. Both of which he’d occasionally take turns in biting, to fulfill both of his carnal needs. It wasn’t like Skye to be in such a way, but ever since his encounter with Ilya, well– Skye wasn’t exactly Skye. He’d taken the pleasures of what the castle offered, which went against everything he’d believed in, and yet he could not stop himself from doing so. 

One body had found it’s way on top of him, and he’d been completely lost in lust torn eyes, but hearing the door to his suite open, with his bedroom on full display, he’d take in a quick breath and sit up. Pushing the bodies away from himself, eyes would meet the person who’d entered, a rather wicked smile on his face. “I’m sorry– if you knocked, I didn’t hear,” he’d bite at his lower lip, and then nod towards the two slaves to leave, prompting him to remove himself by the edge of his bed, and grabbing the robe from the door, reaching behind said individual to reach for it. “Can I help you? I’m afraid I’m off the clock if you need Council business.”

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It was easier when he was moving. When it sped up on him, when the sound of the wind sounded too much like it did back then. It was always easier when he could move. The motion brought a calm to him, a realization that he could still run. That he hadn’t taken his legs. 

He didn’t want to bother the boys with it. It was unfair to them. Khemri was distant history, a name in a book, a figment of a memory. Caspian had it handled. He would not show them the quickened breath when something took him back. He would not show them how panicked his eyes became. He would not show anything. He was fine. Denial always worked in the end, didn’t it? He. Was. Fine. 

But then why couldn’t he keep a handle on it? Every few steps a new surge of emotion rushed from some forlorn corner of the castle. Despair, agony, ecstasy, joy, fear...all of it a muddled mess. Tea leaves at the bottom of the mug. As he strode through the hallways, going nowhere fast - another wave hit him. He couldn’t block it out, couldn’t block out any of it no matter how he tried. A wave of...something...

He stopped by the door. Quiet as death; he listened. He could hear the creak of a bedframe. A gasp of pleasured pain. He could smell blood. Rich and dark and fresh. Lust poured from underneath the swing-space like vapor; heady and spiced. He rapped his knuckles against the wood once, hearing nothing but the continued sounds. He went to leave when another surge pulled him into the undertow. Guilt, perhaps? A hint of something...beneath the veneer, something sour. Eyes dim, he stared at the hallway ahead of him but seeing nothing. Turning, he tried to doorknob and found it unlocked. He let himself inside. Was it rude? Obviously. Would it be seen as such remained to be ascertained however. 

The scene unfolding was delicious. Clucking his tongue against his cheek, he watched as the man stood, as the slaves made their exit. As he went for the robe, speaking of Councils and business - Caspian reached out and caught him by the arm. Gaze focusing, he looked the other up and down. “Done so early?” He whispered, wondering if perhaps this chance could be enough to pry the reveries from his mind. “Surely you can’t satiate all your aggressions so easily. On such...fragile things...?” He lifted his gaze to stare Skye in the eye. “I’m much more durable.” 

This was not like many of the other times he’d been with someone– those were fleeting, meant for easy satisfaction before he was tossed back with the rest. Using him as a means to their own pleasure, which did not mean he would get his own, but this, this was different. He was given free reign to enjoy himself, to enjoy Caspian completely and at his own pace. The hesitation from before was something drilled into him since the start of his stay at the castle, never really know what someone would allow until in the moment, even now with someone he was more relaxed with. Words were not said as he continued to touch him, explore what he could of him in the current position they were in. The shirt he had been wearing was easily ripped open, buttons flew around them and scattered along the floor. 

Hands moved along more skin as it was exposed to him, as if he had found treasure buried beneath the sand. Although his hands were more coarse they did not seem to be much issue for the other, so he kept on, wanting to touch and feel more of him than what he could get. Not that touch, but he wanted to kiss, suck, and try to taste him the best way he can. Their time in the chair was limited, soon he had them up on their feet and moving towards the couch he had used not moments before. This time he was the one sitting with Caspian crawling into his lap, his hands then placed onto the Lich’s hips like so. Their lips finding one another again in a heated, hungry kiss that left the dragon wanting more– more of his master than he had ever before. “I can do that.” He’d say, his own voice sounding so foreign to him and yet, he enjoyed it, the way it was thick with his own desire.

He did not wait a moment more to work on removing what was left of Caspian’s clothes, ripping at the fabric when needed to, to get to what was hiding underneath. He gave a soft groan at the hand on his length, he had leaned forward enough to dig his teeth into the muscle of his chest. His ands having moved from the others hips down to his ass, gripping onto him as he worked his way to one of his nipples. Tongue swirling around as the little nub began to grow from the stimulation. “Mm–” He’d hum against him, the thought of him on his knees for him was enticing, something he would not want out of his head any time soon. “You’ll need to be on your knees for me to do that.” He’d say, between the kisses he’d trail up his skin, traveling to the bone that protruded just above his pectorals. 

“Now.”

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Heat rose as the dragon’s hands roamed. Caspian’s mortal coil was not a thing of abject existence. He had to make it, he had to mold his shape, he had to sculpt himself the way one might’ve sculpted a statue but he’d been adamant in it’s function. Shivers of pleasure sped along his skin as Lazarus kissed him, felt him, caressed him. He felt the pants tear - the clothing come loose as the dragon ripped it away just as Caspian had suggested. He felt himself become bare before the other, seated in his lap - his arousal pressing into the man’s abs. 

A moan slipped past his lips when Lazarus began to kiss down his chest, across his throat, coming to lave his tongue over a nipple. Gripped against him, the man’s hands against his ass - Caspian ran a hand through Lazarus’ hair, kissed him on the temple as gently as he could. “I’m all yours, darling. Whatever you want.” He whispered into the other’s ear, his voice soft and breathless. 

“You’ll need to be on your knees for me to do that.”

Desire sparked in the Lich’s eyes. Cradling the other man against him - his chin resting in the dragon’s hair; Caspian ran a hand down his arm. A gentle trail of nails as he slowly negotiated his way into kneeling before the other. Silently, his eyes glittering - he leaned in, kissing one ab. He moved his mouth to the next and the next, always kissing a scar when he was able as he slowly worked his way down. On his knees before the dragon, Caspian spread Lazarus’ knees just a little wider - placing a kiss on an inner thigh. “Like this?” He asked, voice innocent - almost teasing but far too wanton to really hit the mark. 

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“Well, as long as you and I are together, then I suppose we can both be wallflowers,” he’d muse towards Lazarus. He’d never been to a ball, and he was mildly excited the more he thought about it. His eyes too would scan the room, a tad uneasy at the many displays and choices of clothing. Something about making choices for himself too….he continued to have a difficult time with. Rome would stare at the man who’d brought the clothes, having not liked being touched by someone he had not known, though he’d settle, reminding himself that the man had no intent on hurting him, and for Caspian’s sake, he would at least try to enjoy himself. His smile would falter hearing about Caspian’s father. Someone he had not met, but utterly hated with every fiber of his being. Eyes would peer down at the cat who’d gotten a bit fussy at Cas, and Romeo couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. Still, he’d keep the cat close to himself, almost like he’d been a comfort. “Who’s Hadrian?” He’d question absentmindedly, eyes now focused again on the clothes while he’d sift through them.  There was a small whine as the cat was taken from him, and eyes would stare at the man ready to take his measurements. “Toffee!” He’d call quickly as Cas had gotten hurt, though he’d heal just as quickly. “I’m sorry he still–” His features would twist apologetically. Though the Lich easily handled him. With a soft sigh, he’d step over to the man with the tape measure, arms extended out beside him while he’d stand tall and his head held high. Eyes would flicker over to the mirror at himself, admiring how far he’d come since his days with his previous master. He never would have thought he’d be having a suit tailored to him, or thought he’d dance with his loves who’d he adored, though he hadn’t said much on such things other than by showing. It was strange but– he’d admired himself. “Cas–” he’d call, his own voice soft like the kitten they owned, but he’d only stare at the man for a long while, thankful he’d even been given a chance to begin with. “Nevermind–” he’d shake his head, turning to look at the mirror until the man was done with his measuring, and off he went to preoccupy Laz’s time. Romeo heads over to the rack of clothes, soon finding a rather ‘princely’ suit in white with gold trim. He’d pull it to show the others, admiring the piece he’d chosen. “Well? How about this one? Too much? White….like an angel.” 

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Lazarus had been rather busy looking at all the items of clothing that was now available to them. He’d not worn something so fancy in a long time, and wondered how well he would actually look in it. It being left to him to decide seemed an interesting choice to make– he wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted as of yet. So he continued to look when he heard the cat, it having been moved from Romeo to Caspian so the former could look around. The cat was something he didn’t know he needed until he came into their lives, though he was pleased it seemed to settle down enough to allow Caspian to hold him. ‘Who’s Hadrian?’ The question was asked of their master but Lazarus beat him to the punch as he looked over a rather long sleeve. “He’s the enforcer.” He spoke, letting go of the fabric when he noticed someone standing close to him. Too close, which caused him to step back a bit to give them the stink eye, looking them over when he realized they were just here to help them out. 

He didn’t trust him, nor did he really need to as long as he did his job well enough. Lazarus stood aside as the other worked on getting Romeo’s measurements, watching with mild curiosity as the tape measure was pulled out and moved around. When he was done the man turned to him, so Lazarus moved from where he’d been standing towards the other. As he was being measured he turned his gaze to Romeo, watching as he looked over some of the pieces. “Think it would look good on you.” He said, his very unprofessional opinion, but he heavily doubted Romeo would look bad in anything he chose. When the man was finished with him Lazarus moved to where the other pieces were, looking them over again until he found one that caught his attention. The gold really stood out to him, reminding him of the precious metal he enjoyed handling so much. “Hm, I like this one.”

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There was a certain kind of pride Caspian could settle into as he watched them both come out of their shells. It wasn’t much - neither suddenly thundered to life but watching them find something they each enjoyed was enchanting. The cat now purring contentedly in his arms, Caspian slowly scratched down the creatures back - feeling him delight in the attention. As Romeo pulled down the piece he’d been looking at, asking for opinions - Caspian chuckled as Lazarus offered his and nodded in agreement. 

“You’ll look resplendent, love.” His smile was warm, genuine. As the tailor moved about - collecting measurements and materials for the minor alterations he’d have to make - Caspian tucked his feet in under his chair as the portly man made his way by - mumbling to himself about where the chiffon was.

Eyes turning to look over Lazarus as he spied a good bit of gold, the Lich smirked. “It’s a good choice, darling.” He agreed, standing and making his way over - Toffee huffing as the jostle. “Whatever either of you decide on - it’s just...it’s important to me that you’re both comfortable. This is meant to be a...nice time, of course there’s going to be the awkward moments that come from any kind of social gathering but...” He stared between them both, incredulous at how smitten he was with both of his boys. 

“...I love you both dearly. So, so, so much - and I want others to know that and to see it. I never want there to be a single drop of doubt about how much I care.” Setting the cat down, letting him scamper off towards a shoebox which he promptly took over - Caspian gathered them both into a hug, one arm around each. Pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks, he held them there for a moment. He’d let them get back to their shopping of course but...not just then. 

Not just then.

Eyes would roll back, and he’d bite onto his lower lip imagining it, unable to hide the way that Caspian’s words would also affect the angel, and he’d felt the excitement well up within him. It’d make him groan, fingers extending out and gripping onto the sheets even tighter. “This is quite unfair. You’re so far–” he’d complain with a chuckle, nearly forgetting why they were doing all of this to begin with. It was strange, that want to always be near the other, to feel him, to make him smile. To make sure he knew he was loved. It was as if the angel had been exactly what he was meant to be, and his heart swelled seeing the micro expressions of the man he adored. There was no denying of his love towards him. Not to anyone. 

There was a small laugh that escaped Rome, and he’d drop his head for a second and then look towards the other with the goofiest grin he’d ever given. “What’s gotten into me, is that I think it fair to tease just a little bit. As have you, on occasion my love. I could stop, but hearing you nearly growl just….does something to me. Especially when you’re all the way over there and can’t do anything,” he’d tease even more, having far too much fun. “–and I don’t plan to go anywhere. For as long as you’ll have me.” He’d shift to get comfortable, having not noticed the other staring towards him, but when he had and commented, blue hues would peer over rather innocently and the rosiest of cheeks filled his face. “Oh stop– You flatter me, my love,” suddenly growing a bit shy all over again. Dammit if Caspian made his heart flutter and make him feel like a schoolboy with his first love. “Caspian?” His name drew out softly. “Have you……..ever been in love? Besides me, of course. –but I am curious of such an emotion. For I have not felt it until now. With you. Does it….go away? Is it fleeting?”  

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The scratch of the charcoal against the canvas sang low - the only noise from his side of the room while Caspian listened to his lover speak with the slightest grin. “Oh, you like teasing now? Is that what I’m hearing?” He chuckled, raising his hand as he made a few micro-edits to the way Rome’s hair was placed. He wanted it perfect. It had to be perfect. “I think...I may have been a bad influence on you, my love.” His voice was soft, paying a little more attention to his work but nevertheless drawn in to the sight before him with every second breath. 

“As for flattery? Why shouldn’t I? You’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever had the chance to be with. It’s not just the pretty of a...of a handsome man.” Caspian glanced at Romeo with a small grin. “You have a face like Helen of Troy. You have the kind of face wars are fought for, Romeo. It’s not simply flattery.” His eyes narrowed as he carefully adjusted the lipline. Sitting back - he sighed, relatively satisfied with the outline. Setting the charcoal on the easel’s lip - he pulled his paints and brushes over; quickly beginning to mix a shade of pale blue that would suit for Rome’s skin under the moonlight. 

As he carefully began his first layer, mindful of how he wanted the shading to fall - his listened to the way Romeo said his name. He listened to the question. For a long moment, Caspian was silent as he worked - trying to organize his thoughts. “I...” He began but fell short - unable to quite order it the way he wanted. “I...used to think I was.” He whispered finally, his voice as soft as the others. 

“When I was younger, when my world fell apart and...and my mother died...I had nowhere to go after I’d killed my father. I was...I was very alone and - there was a man named Khemri. I believe I’ve mentioned him to you once or twice. He had been a...rival of my fathers. For a variety of reasons. Most of it having very little to do with the church. He heard about what had happened and he...offered me a place with him.” Switching brushes, Caspian began to shade just around Romeo’s eyes - careful to get the expression right, stealing a glance at his beloved for a moment. He let his eyes linger a little longer than he would’ve normally. 

“I...I suppose I was afraid. So I went with him. I didn’t know anything about anything and he taught me a lot. He’s one of the reasons I became the sorcerer I am. He knew I had a thirst for magic, for knowledge and he set his men and contacts to collect lore from every part of the globe. I might not be the oldest vampire but I am certainly one of the most well-read. But...” Caspian looked up from the painting, setting his hand to his thigh where he rubbed absently at the muscle, his eyes very far away. “He...he knew what I was and he didn’t...judge me. He wanted to control me, I later found out but back then...I felt like he was the only one to...to see me. And he indulged me. I mean...who else but him would’ve sent men to their drowning deaths to pull scrolls from the ruins of the Library of Alexandria so that I could learn blood rites. So...I fell in love with him for a time. But as I said - he didn’t want me so much as he wanted what I was. He wanted a weapon - not too dissimilar to my father. Khemri was very old but when my magic grew strong enough to resist his influence, he grew...violent. When the Second War happened, faeries attacked our villa near the Alhambra in Spain. I used it as a diversion to escape. It...it hurt my heart in a way but I was glad to leave.” Lifting the brush, he began to mix a new color. 

Any feeling of hesitation washed away when he was kissed back, with more need than he had anticipated. He was not complaining, taking it as a good sing to keep going, to forgo any doubt he might have had. For a while he had wondered what he’d be like once kissed, the master did not disappoint in impressing him in every way, it seemed. He met his fervor with his own, pressing into the kiss even more as he was pulled from where he had been standing to move into his lap. Knees on both sides of his master he did not show any signs of stopping, not now, not when he finally got to have him in a way he hadn’t before. 

He had never really imagine this day occurring, when he first got claimed he had a mind that they would be nothing more than acquaintances, but as the time has passed, as he got to know him things shifted. As they do in life, his view of the Lich was changed, morphed into something else and he felt comfortable with him. He began to even trust him, which for him was something he very rarely did these days, Caspian was well worth it. These thoughts soon gave way to his need, pushed aside for another time as he was hiked up further, feeling just how aroused the other was.

The question had him smirking, as if he would just leave at this, “I would like to keep going.” He answered, as clear as he can be, so nothing was misinterpreted. Not that his body hid anything in the state of nakedness he was currently in. “Little over dressed for me to fuck you, no?” He said between kisses, pulling at the clothes his master was wearing. With one last kiss he slid from his lap, gently pulling the other so he could rise to his feet. It was not nearly as fair to be the only one completely without clothing, even though it was for the painting prior. 

“Let me help you.” He’d say already helping in removing the shirt, in contrast to earlier when he removed his own clothes himself. His eagerness was driving him to move forward, to see him underneath the clothes he wore. Fingers itching to touch the skin, so much so that he slipped them under the fabric first. The hesitation came again, slowing his movements making him frown slightly before he shook it off. If it was too much he was sure he’d be stopped before he got any further. 

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Each time their lips met, Caspian could feel something shift within him a little bit more. A little more intense, a little more desire. He wouldn’t lie - Lazarus’ very obvious beauty had been a factor when he had initially approached him but it wasn’t the reason why he’d chosen to keep him around. Why he knew he’d be devastated if the other ever chose to leave. There was the kindness beneath the surface, the way his hands grew soft as he pulled Caspian to his feet. It was...nice, to see. Something beautiful in a place with more ugliness than not. It was something Caspian wanted to see nurtured. 

“Terribly so.” He agreed with a small chuckle at Lazarus’ statement. When he felt the hands roam over him, beginning to paw at the buttons of his shirt - Caspian leaned into the touch. He wanted the other to explore, to have no fear in what he wanted. He saw the momentary lapse, the way the dragon’s eyes dimmed as he fiddled with a button. Gentle fingers met trembling hands and Caspian kissed him once more. “It’s alright.” He whispered, running a hand down the other’s back; pulling him a little closer by the hip. “You can touch any part of me. You can explore every last piece, if you’d like.” Knitting his fingers betwixt the dragon’s own - Caspian gave a sharp tug, the buttons of his shirt ripping. Scattered across the floor, like a storm of little pearl raindrops - he could only smile and kiss him. “It’s just clothes, darling. I can get more.” He liked this, he liked the idea of giving himself over to the other man. 

He liked the idea letting Lazarus have him in every way he wanted.

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Rome had known that he affected the man, just as he had done against the angel, and he’d relished in the thought that mere words had been enough without so much as lifting a finger. He’d hungrily let lips fall into a languid pattern against his lover’s lips, arms wrapped tightly around his neck while he’d been carried in ease. The angel would let the lich do as he pleased, skin burning and yearning for his touch, even if it was but the smallest of gestures. He’d give in willingly over and over again if it meant he’d be able to express how much he adored his lover. Fingers would tangle in the back of his hair, a breath hitching the moment his back met the mattress. His skin would tingle, and he couldn’t help the soft noise he made, though he knew they would have to stop eventually. Afterall, he’d been woken up in the middle of the night to be painted in the eyes of Caspian. It was sensual at best, which was enough to satisfy the angel. Eyes would glimmer in something….rather playful as blue hues would peer above him, his hands dropping to trail fingertips along his lover’s abdomen. “Pray tell of the things you’d do, my love. I take pleasure in moaning your name…” his voice would trail off in the end, though he’d carefully turn to lie on his stomach when Cas pulled away to get to work. If anything, with the other painting of him, Romeo couldn’t help but want to tease the man further, if only to get a reaction from even afar. 

Romeo would cuddle onto a pillow, eyes half-lidded as he’d peer over. “I can’t help but always be in the mood for you. I dare say. You make me want to sin,” he’d bite onto his lower lips to keep his cheeky, broad smile from getting too exposed, though it barely helped. He’d watch as his lover got his things together, and the angel would remove the blankets completely from covering his body, letting what curves he had be exposed. 

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Caspian had known many different kinds of struggle over the course of his life but this particular brand of struggle was new to say the least. The way Romeo teased him, the way everything he did set electricity sparking to the Lich’s veins. Even just watched his lover breathe was enough to send desire coursing through him. He lifted the charcoal to the canvas, making the first mark though his eyes were wholly unable to tear away completely from the other man. 

“Such things...” He chuckled; “...are not to be said aloud, but merely experienced. But...” His eyes flashed over to Rome’s with a wicked smirk. “I’d start by kissing every inch of you I could. Trailing my fingers over every surface and plain of your body. I might continue by slipping my tongue in your mouth...” He began the outline - licking his lips as he was torn between his work and being lost in thought as such delicious diversions. 

“...You make me want to sin.” 

Jax did relax a little at a time as he started to get the impression from the Master who had saved him, that he didn’t intend to add anymore assault to injury. His body began to relax despite being unsure of what had made the atmosphere around him feel more peaceful. He wasn’t all that familiar with magic or anything of the like. Outside of other shifters, he hadn’t meant many different species, well until landing himself in Krovs. 

“Thank you” he spoke at the mention of being rented out. Not something he ever thought he would be thanking anyone for, but considering what his chances were if he were to go back to the guards in their current agitated state he was content to stick around the other. “I haven’t gotten to see the pool yet. That sounds fun” he admitted with a soft smile. “Oh…I’m Jax, Sir. It’s nice to meet you Caspian. Thank you again for helping me” he spoke earnestly. Those batons were painful, his back was still tender but at least he wouldn’t be getting worse for now. 

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“Jax.” Caspian repeated, smiling at the name. “Like Ajax? The hero?” He reached out, taking the other’s hand in a gentle grip and helping him up to his feet. He watched as the other debated his options for only a moment before settling on the pool it seemed and Caspian’s grin only grew wider. “It does sound fun, doesn’t it? It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to get a good tan going.” Letting the other’s hand go - he crossed his arms and slowly began to meander in that direction, glancing over his shoulder at the other. “Coming?” 

The trip through the Castle wasn’t very long and as they exited outside - Caspian smiled as the sun shone down. He felt the magic of his ring spin into effect, protecting him from the dangerous parts of the sun and leaving the rest of him to enjoy it’s warmth. The pool - by the time they arrived to it - was relatively empty. A few individuals in the process of finishing up exercise or simply relaxing themselves in their own little corners. Glancing over at Jax, Caspian gave him an encouraging nod even as he began to remove his own clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt, he kicked off his pants - leaving him a pair of velvety black designer underwear. Raising his arms above his head in a languid stretch - he made good on his word to find a chaise lounge and cast himself on it.