#aleixopallis

"What are you stupid enough to do, little bird?" Raiden asked as he moved his body atop the younger thing beneath him removing his hand to place it against that longing skin once more, knowing exactly what he was doing and meaning to be just that cruel about it as his fangs teased the vein as much as his sheathed cock pressed against that needy hole knowing just how wet the front of Aleixo was getting.

He caught the familiar scent of a certain phoenix not too far away from himself. Raph would never forget how Aleixo smelled, not after owning him for two centuries. He followed it to where he found the slave roaming the castle halls in desperate need of attention and he struck, pinning the younger man up against the wall in a flash of superhuman speed. “Poor pretty bird,” he cooed, leaning in close as he breathed in his scent right off his neck. “Where’s your master, hmm? Left you to fend for yourself in your time of need?” 

“I mean, I’m into it,” Manny admitted, smirking crookedly. Green eyes flickered over the phoenix’s features, drinking them in as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip. He leaned in a little closer and cocked his head to the side, his lips mere inches away from Aleixo’s and his hands came to rest on the phoenix’s hips. “Though I hope you’re prepared to finish what you’ve started here.” 

Strolling into the phoenix’s room he circled the cage he’d gotten the pretty thing eyeing his slave thoughtfully before snapping his fingers, black magic having its benefits as he shifted the others outfit to more of what he was in the mood for. Always liking his birds draped in red and gold. “My my ain’t you a pretty little bird.” Raiden growled eyeing the new barely there garment on his slave. “Almost makin you worth the money. Almost.” Raiden said. He had a key to open the cage, but didn’t have to use it himself. It was more for display so Aleixo knew who he belonged to, not that Raiden would ever let him forget. With a tap and a pulse of magic the lock dropped and the quabrid was opening the cage door. “So what’s it my little bird’s hungry for today?” He asked knowing full well what the fuck Aleixo wanted the moment he walked in, the need coming off him in waves Raiden drank up. 

“Is that so?” Raphael asked, clearly not sounding very pleased by the response given the tension in his tone. He took another step closer to the phoenix, dark eyes burning dangerously as they bore into Aleixo’s. “And who else were you expecting besides me?” 

Raphael always loved heat week. He had the fortune of never experiencing it himself yet reaping all the benefits as an incubus who feasted upon sexual energy. And heat week in Krovs, as always, provided more than enough of a meal comparable to Thanksgiving. He’d already gotten his appetizer with his slaves a few rounds before he ventured out into the castle to assist the others worthy of his time and attention.

The moment he stepped out the door, however, he immediately recognized one scent nearby. How could he not? He’d experienced heat with the source of that scent for many, many years. He rushed towards it in a flash of supernatural speed, finding Aleixo all by himself and outside his master’s suite. In one swift movement, the demon had the phoenix by the throat and slammed him back up against the nearest wall. Raph pinned him there easily, a low noise rumbling in his throat as he inhaled the other’s desire and need wafting off of his skin. 

“I’m surprised to see you out here, little bird,” he hummed, licking a slow line up his former slave’s neck all the way to his ear. From what he knew, Leon wasn’t the type to share. Those that didn’t share didn’t let their slaves wander around freely during heat week where all sorts of opportunities would await. Opportunities like Raph. “Has your dear master abandoned you already?”