Who the fuck you think it is?

"Aye, and what d'you think's goin' to happen?" Finn asked. He shrugged. "We talk about my shit all the time and nothin's changed on it."

"Shit happens all the time with you and hatefuck McGee over there. Legit how many times you bang? And how many times he be banging other mother fuckers? I'm just saying. I'm not a mathematician over here, but I can count on one hand, bitch. You're just a pussy with no rizz, that's the shit I'm enjoying. Watching you fumble over and over on repeat. Like your ass ain't ever caught a ball." He leaned over. "Maybe you should use your mouth." He leaned back laughing at his own joke.

"Allegedly," Khion mirrored the phrase he'd heard from the cambion plenty of times under viable accusations. He grinned though as he, once again, got his way. Sometimes he wondered if his power truly relied in luck rather than winter. Or maybe that was just his positive mindset manifesting into the universe. Didn't really matter as he watched Shade drop to his knees before him now they were shrouded in privacy. His eyelids fluttered closed, his lips parted with a sigh, and he threaded his fingers into short-cropped hair. "And they say cheaters never win," he commented, enjoying the feel of Shade's talented lips and tongue working him over.

Shade knew that mother fucker cheated. For the time he stayed on his knees and worked Khion with his abilities and he pulled out everything from worshiping the ball and head to teasing the taint and offering a finger to the other's ass as his mouth deepthroated the shaft. He was sure to bring Khion close only to back off and bring him back to that edge back off again. The third time he fully stopped and pulled back from the pamola wiping his lips as he stood up and shoved the other against the wall. "The fuck you say about cheaitin?" His words and features full of that playful anger.

Seth gasped out loud at Shade's manhandling. His face burned red with hot arousal, pupils fully dilated in wide silver-blue eyes. He actually needed a second before he could speak. "Have you been reading my books?" was what came out first. Cause all this played exactly into what Seth enjoyed reading and apparently acting out too. He bit his bottom lip against a soft groan, rocking his own hips back against that familiar heat at his ass. "Wish you'd at least left me with magic to quickly deal with these fucking clothes. Need you now, Dempsey."

"The wait's what makes it fun." Shade's voice was low against Seth's ear as his hand came around him to undo the button of his pants. He gave a hard yank to rip open the zipper. "Not sure these pants are going to make it." His claw running up the side hooking the layers fabric and easily tearing them to give him more room to work in as he did the same to the other side and the flaps of fabric fell away to expose the lovely ass. The groan left him out of habit more than anything. He quickly pulled out his cock from its confines glad he had Seth pinned and turned away from him because it was a lot less sexy than he intended in his eagerness. He pressed the hard member between the two half globes rubbing it the crevasse, his precum dripping down lubricating it as he soon pressed against the tight entrance. His hand holding Seth's wrist squeezed them tighter, claws digging into the skin absently once he stopped teasing and finally gave them both what they wanted.

Khion shot Shade a dirty look at that. Not that he'd shared with anyone about his encounters with Raiden. Noel knew. That was a situation Khion preferred to keep to himself; one other person aware was already too much. He quickly focused on the other subject. "Sound awfully confident that Seth would claim you again," he pointed out, raising a brow. "What if he didn't?"

"What if? What if?" Shade rolled his eyes. "Bro, you fucking would, or Valentine. I got people who give a fuck or I can guilt them into it. I'm fine or I will be once I figure shit out. Cairo's just a dickhead. Fuckin nepo baby fuck."

"Why? You looking for a threesome with us?" Khion snorted, still smirking at the younger.

"I..." Shade started and stopped. "...I'd be down with that. Your walking dead mother fucker be into it?"

Any snappy response died in Khion's throat replaced by the groan of pleasure that bubbled up instead. He sank his nails into Shade's shoulders hard enough to leave marks that wouldn't last long. He clenched his thighs tight around the cambion's waist. He rocked his hips down to meet every thrust, grunting and moaning and gasping with every precise hit against that sweet spot. "Fuck, Dempsey," was his warning. Inevitably that ball of pressure in his lower belly blew into a white hot explosion between them.

Shade did what he did best, fucked the other until he was erupting and he kept going fucking him through the pleasure to follow just after somehow keeping a semblance of control to make it through it. His hot seed filled the bird as his body shuttered and he was reminded why it was he loved the holidays. "yippee-kio-yay, motherfucker." He groaned into Khion's ear as he finished fucking his load into the former slave staying somewhat in character.

Another sharp gasp escaped Khion's lips, eyes widening briefly at the electric sensations. His nails instinctively turned to talons biting hard enough to draw thin lines of blood from the back of Shade's neck and shoulder. "Christ," he breathed. He relaxed against the cambion again, eyes fluttering closed, head lolling back exposing his throat. His hips rolled against the tail inside him for more friction. It didn't take long for his patience to snap with the pressure building between his legs. "Enough of the tail job, get your cock in me and use it right."

Everyone seemed to have a thing with telling him what to do lately. Guy can't feed off any sexual energy for more than a fucking thirty damn seconds. "Fucking demanding." He said to no one in particular as he was already puling out his cock because sex was King and he was going to get his dick into Khion in this form for sure. As he was told he traded his tail for his cock and pushed inside the pamola. A chill ran through him as the tightness enveloped his dick. "Fuck." He breathed letting a beat pass before he started moving not needing any instruction on how to use his dick.

"Zipper in the back," Finn replied. He broke away from Shade briefly so he could open up the bodysuit and push it down his legs. The tights could stay on since he wasn't wearing anything else underneath and they left what Shade needed easy to access. He walked over to the sink and rested his palms on the marble surface, standing in front of the mirror. He glanced back over his shoulder at Shade. "Well, get over 'ere and get on with it."

"Mmm." He hummed, he always worried about him, especially right now. Right now he wanted Shade, wanted him as deep inside him as he was able to go. He kisses him heatedly, more needy than he likely wanted to show yet in the moment didn't care. He moved his limbs around him as they moved not realizing he was being led to a couch until he was sat on it. Well, sat on Shade who was on the couch itself. Onyx pulled his shirt from his body giving him more room to play with these new things on his chest. "Mm Shade..." He moaned, surprisingly it felt good, better than he thought.

With the shirt removed he pulled the other in close to put his mouth around a nipple, teeth rolling the bud between it as his hand massaged the rest of the skin around it his other hand held and kneaded Onyx's ass before I he moved to place the back of that small frame on the couch slipping a hand between them. He opened Onyx's pants slipping his hand inside running his fingers along the slick wetness. He smiled against the painted lips. "Already that excited for me." His middle finger teased at the wet hole before he pushed it inside. Biting his own bottom lip at the feel.

Finn leaned back on the surface, perched up on his forearms. His head fell back with a drawn out groan as inch after inch finally fucking filled him. Good thing Shade got on with it otherwise Finn would've started barking more orders at him. Though even that wouldn't shut the demanding demon up. He balled his gloved hands into fists and then released with an exhale as he felt himself adjust around the younger. "Fuckin' move," he growled. "Fuck me, please, Dempsey."

"We're not talkin' about me right now," Finn said. He shrugged. "I'm tryin' to help you win but if you'd rather do things your way, go 'head. I'm sure it'll work out well for you."

"There's nothing to win. It ain't like that. I want him to get the fuck is going to happen and not be an idiot bout it." He waved his hand in dismissal. "It's not my fucking problem, that's why we're talking about you. My shit is stupid, your shit is stupid but more interesting."

The mention of De Luca had Finn snarling. If it weren't for the power negating collar he likely would've broken his glamour for a moment. There wasn't a councilman he loathed more and that was before Ransom got himself in the bastard Italian's hands. "How many times're you goin' to bring that up?" he grumbled into his drink, swallowing it down with the distaste for the ghoul in his mouth. "I'm into crazy cause I'm fuckin' crazy. It's not that complicated. Bein' owned by De Luca's probably a worse fate than death."

Shade shrugged with an indifferent sound coming from him. "Dude is hot and lotta people seem to have a hard on for him. Think death would be worse, in my opinion. I don't like his kid, but that's personal. I got no beef with his pop, other than I want to steal his bitch but I got that beef with Valentine too cause I don't know what that motherfucker's got I don't got. I bet I fuck better too." He looked over at Finn. "You wouldn't want to be owned by anyone so think that's some stupid ass shit to say anyway. I know I wouldn't, not even by Seth. Shit wasn't great. It was a necessary evil at the time, but hard pass for a repeat. I'd like to own his ass so he can see how it feels."

"Are we?" Manny repeated the question with a coy smile. He knew that's what Shade wanted, spell or no spell. The cambion wasn't subtle and Manny had been here when the other arrived as a slave. Dude thought more with his dick than his head. He stepped closer to the older. "Then what's the hold up, let's fucking fuck, dude."

"Bro...." Shade's head fell back dramatically at Manny's teasing. "I'm dying over here." His head popped back up when the other finally agreed. "Fuck sake man, no wonder you're a guard, got the personality of a yardstick." He muttered. "I can fix that for you." He winked and took the other by the hand, opened his mouth, and paused. "Yeah, we need to go to your place." Cause he had no fucking idea where Kaden was or what he was up to but did not want to share a fuck pad with some old sacked mother fucker.