#lightricks. corazon.

"get the fuck out of here."

the evening air was comfortably warm—or, at least it had been, until vesper arrived. his voice, deep though it was, rang clear in the alleyway behind the mortuary; if the connected two in his presence had been able to see them, they'd have noticed every meandering ghost in the vicinity freeze, even if just long enough to glance the head mortician's way.

just as instantly did damon—vesper's employee, another mortician—break from that connection, lips kiss-swollen and wet, mirror reflections of the visible mark he'd sucked up on corazon's neck, red and angry, blood vessels broken under the skin. damon stumbled away from her touch, from where he'd been slotted between her thighs, soft and bared by her hiked up skirt. vess took note that her panties were still on, that even though damon's belt had been unbuckled, his trousers were still zipped closed, and that vesper had obviously walked in on the early stages of their intended coupling.

damon was hardly the type to grovel, but he knew the position he'd been found in was damning enough. he did not need to add to that of his own volition. "mr. argyros, si—"

"i said get out, damon. if i have to ask again you're not making it off the property." vesper could hear the clinking of his employee's belt buckle stop in surprise, but it hardly mattered to vess anymore. frankly, damon could linger and watch from where he stood and vess wouldn't have spared him any thought either way—piercing sage eyes were now only locked on cor, thick tail flicking and sitting so pretty on the yet-unopened supplies containers lined against the building. she seemed irritated, though whether it was faux or genuine was hard to tell. vesper walked up to her, prying her thighs apart to stand in much the same position damon occupied only moments prior, but without the fanfare of kissing, grinding, fondling. instead, he tilted her head with one hand, examining the hickey under the bright safety lights above.