I'm no angel

Raphael didn't need any instruction, picking up the pace spurred on by Mason's expected eagerness and encouragement. He fucked his slave into the rocking couch and didn't hold back, over and over again until he blew his load into that hot piece of ass he owned. At the same time he sank his fangs into Mason's neck and latched his mouth onto the skin, drawing up mouthful after mouthful of blood, sexual energy, and life force from his durable slave.

"Seriously?" He asked though he really shouldn't have been shocked. How else would he want him other than bound and naked? It would make using him a lot easier on the ghoul even if the bird despised the easy access. He was tempted to throw a fit just for the hell of it knowing the other would enjoy it. "Then get to the point already." He grumbled, deciding not to give him a show for the time being. Mostly so he could learn these rules he had for him. With the sole intention of finding ways to break them depending on what they were.

"Mmm, as long as they suffer in some way I'm happy." Whether it be within their dreams or out in the living world. He wasn't hard to please if he got what he wanted for himself. "Stay awhile, it has been some time since we've talked, no?" He said, "I have drinks to offer if you want them." His eyes drifted to the corner of the office where a small bar sat.

"I could stay for a drink since you asked so nicely," Raphael said. He moved through the office like it was his own and poured two glasses from the decanter. He passed one over to Grim while he sipped his own. He hummed his approval. "What would you like to talk about, Bones?"

"Yeah, well. Semantics or whatever the hell you call it." Brendan said with a dismissive little hand wave, noting the way that Raphael was watching him. So he clearly wasn't uninterested in the idea of sex, though the human hadn't expected him to be or he wouldn't have bothered starting to strip out of his shirt. The slave gave a sarcastic little salute as he started to back up toward the bedroom. "Yes, sir." He made his way to Raphael's room then, only bothering to strip out of the rest of his clothing once he'd reached it. As he stripped, Brendan took in the time to glance around the room, properly taking everything in. It all seemed very Raphael, from the little he knew of the man from their brief interactions before the castle. He dropped down onto the bed once he kicked his pants away and made himself comfortable, one arm behind his head.

It wasn't often that he got to slow things down when it came to Raph, things usually got rough and heavy pretty quickly, so Mason didn't at all mind that he got to take his time in pleasing his master, slowly working the other's hard, wet length with his mouth and tongue, using his hands to stroke and massage any inch of his master's cock that wasn't occupying his mouth. The fingers in his hair felt so good, a soft groan escaping his throat as Raphael called him a good boy. As much as Mason liked to bitch and moan about his master, there was nothing that turned him on more than pleasing him.

"Oh, thank god you're pretty," Raphael laughed at Onyx, sure that the stupid bird didn't understand his predicament. "It's your new gear, you're all mine now, Onnie. You'll be wearing all that and nothing else for the foreseeable future." He grinned wolfishly at his newest claim, circling him like a predator and drinking in the delicious sight of his slave trussed and plugged up. Even better than he'd imagined. Tempting to take that ass right here and now, but there were rules to get out of the way before that. "Do you need some time to throw a tantrum first or are you capable of listening to my rules for you?"

"Pretty sure that I'm going to end up doing more than wrinkling your shirt if we do fuck." Brendan fired back, his tone making it clear that he didn't see what the big deal was. But the human had never been fussy with his own clothes even before Krovs, knowing he could always buy more. Then he shrugged and stepped back a little, starting to tug his shirt off as he moved away. "It is what I want, yeah, or I wouldn't have asked."

"You technically never asked nor said it explicitly," Raphael pointed out, though he did watch interested as Brendan undressed. The slave had a nice, fit body underneath the shirt with a just youthful enough appearance. "But if it's what you want, you can find my bedroom at the end of the hall. Be ready in two minutes for me." Kid would have to be carried out of his suite.

The relentless pounding was something he was growing use to each time he's with Raphael. He knew the other wouldn't care if he came himself or not, and a large need of the bird was to before the ghoul got any funny ideas. None of this was said as he could only manage his groans and grunts. Fingers dug into the ghoul as he was fucked mercilessly he only moved to give him better angle for himself. "Fuck fuck." He groaned, despite the tendril buried in his cock still he manage to cum around it. Just as he felt his ass becoming full of the ghouls own explosion. He felt the mix of filth and ecstasy as he swam within the feeling for a few moments before crashing back tk reality.

"Oh, you did like that," Raphael laughed at the slave clearly enjoying his predicament. He knew he'd be following through for sure now on taking the bird for himself. Maybe Raiden was onto something with that fixation. He didn't pull out of Onyx just yet, rocking his hips as he debated whether he needed a second round or not. Being Raph, he absolutely could go another one and sure enough he did, fucking the slave all over again.

He heard the voice, then really actually bothered to look at the face, eyes rolling before he placed his arm back over his eyes. "Oh yes, the big bad. You're one of those councilmen. Should I be flattered you've stopped to spend time to admonish me?" He murmured quietly. "I suppose one shouldn't expect to be treated as more than dirt upon boots but, one can dream." He'd landed himself here, but he didn't necessarily have to find a reason to be overjoyed about it. "Arrogant, no. Hopeful that common decency lived in the overflow of sin? Naively."

"Typical celestial," Raphael snorted. The majority of the ones he'd met or wound up here shared that trait. He supposed that's what happened when these creatures spent too much time in heaven or whatever preaching about goodness instead of gaining world experience. Then again, this one wasn't pure celestial and likely never came from above. "You should be honored," he corrected the white dragon as he looked Nicholas over. Pretty enough. "What's your name?"

Given a chance to do it over he would have made the same choice. Even if it was hopeless he would have still tried to run. Happily accepting this bullshit wasn't in his DNA. Raph wasn't at all gentle, but he didn't expect him to be. He was well aware of how things would go. It didn't matter. Nothing was going to change his opinion on the ghoul and his shitty little sidekick. Raph was at his back and Bradbury at his front. With nothing else to do in the moment he checked out mentally. He only wished he'd drank more. @nottheangel-raphael

Ransom slipped a hand between them to grip his own leaking cock. It didn't take long with that and Raph moving inside of him for him to erupt between them spilling his seed moments after Raph had his hand gripped tight to the ghoul who started moving again. "Fuck." He grit teeth gnashing together as he glared at his master who wasn't one to ever give him a break. Murder danced behind his cold gaze as his body rocked with the hard thrusts.

Raphael fucked his slave again ruthlessly until he had nothing more to give, sure that Ransom would be feeling him for the rest of the day. It was rather nice to have his slave just as eager and more or less compliant. The normal fight, however, was the fun in the next stage of their game here. He gave a few small, squelching thrusts inside Ransom's ass before pulling out, watching pleased as some of his seed dripped out down the slave's thighs. "Don't clean up right away," he said with persuasion in the command.

"F-uck-" He choked on the curse wanting to kill the ghoul more than he did previously. It was kind of impressive how Raphael found ways to make himself even more hated by Ransom, but he somehow did. "Fuck you...you fucking clown." He finally got out. He wasn't going to beg, not for Raph.

"I can keep this up all night, Morozov," Raphael sang in Ransom's ear, still working him over with his fingers and refusing to let up until he got what he wanted. "Unless that's exactly what you want, staying here with me. All. Night. Long."

"Fuck you." Ransom let out another dissatisfied growl turning back to his drink because it was more stimulating than the conversation with Raph was. "Do whatever you're going to do and get it over with."