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"So, the old missus is finally back in town." Alastor's voice crackles in its usual radio-like tone, which hides some of the strain he's trying so hard to conceal. He looks at Lucifer with a raised eyebrow, leaning back against the wall. Whatever's been building between them, if anything.... well, it's not nothing. But it's certainly changed now with Lilith's return. "You must be pleased as punch about that development, hmm?"

Vox had replaced his head before, multiple times since he first entered Hell. But it had never been violently ripped off the way Valentino had—and that turned out to make a big difference when it came to the process of re-attaching it. The staff had recovered his body, though it had its own damage sustained after he was decapitated, so that’s required additional work as well. And to top everything off, he didn't have Baxter anymore. The next best guy was Barnaby. Between his comparative lack of skill and the unprecedented nature work, his new head scientist needed to do a lot more rooting around to figure out how to make things work when putting Vox back together. And unlike Baxter, this guy had a lot less confidence. Every grunt and groan Vox made caused this man to pause, and his less-than reassuring answers increasingly got on Vox's nerves.

"OW—what did you just touch?"

"Th-the red wire, I'm sorry."

"Ugh. Be gentle with that, would you like someone fucking around with your nerves?"

"Sorry."

"AH—now what the fuck did you do??"

"It was the blue wire—"

"That's even worse! Be fucking careful you idiot."

"Sorry sir..."

"Stop apologizing and focus!"

But not all of those sounds were out of pain. And long after the surgery was done, those sensations stayed on Vox's mind. He wasn't going to ask Barnaby to experiment with it—he'd rather die. He couldn't do it himself either though, not when the primary entry point was his back.

But ever since making up with Val, the idea of letting him mess around in there within reason...it just wouldn't quite leave Vox's head. Finally, a few days after he'd at least made some amends with Velvette as well, he pulled Val aside.

"Hey I was uh...thinking. Of trying something a little...unconventional in the bedroom." While it was often Val that came up with ways to spice up their sex life, it wasn't the first time Vox had come to the table with an idea. It was, however, the first time he looked legitimately shy about it when he was the one bringing the idea up. His screen was already tinged a light blue before he even finished his sentence.

sleepy cuddles for angel and cain!!!

Every now and then Angel stayed the night, it was more so he could get away from Valentino even if it was for a night. As electronics were not a thing in the Cabin, they spent most of it talking about random things every now and then Angel pulling up something on his phone to show him.

Cain wasnt someone that was to comfortable with physcial contact but with how close he had gotten with Angel, he didnt mind it with him.

Vox stared at him. He isn't necessarily a shrinking violet before him, but he's purple enough to be. Doesn't match his demeanor, though he's making a good effort at being-- shall we say benign?

They've been at odds lately. Obviously they haven't been fucking. Vox wants to ask who he did fuck. Someone had touched him, had left fingerprints and hand prints all over the Vox's things. And he's livid. He's killed for less than this. Go ask Travis how the blunt end of his cane tasted. Bones crunch easily under a strong foot or a sledge hammer.

Vox is vibrating. Something is sparking behind his screen and he can't help but light up a little brighter, teeth gnashing as he answers him.

He should have written ahead. Sent word that he would be coming. Let Dorian know to expect him after so many months apart. Then, perhaps, being stopped at the border wouldn't have been so nerve-wracking. Nor would be standing in the foyer of an unfamiliar manor, waiting on the Magisterium's newest member. He wasn't alone, of course. He had people with him to buffer the journey, but they couldn't help in all ways.

They couldn't keep the leering looks or the whispers at bay. The asking for papers that proved he was no slave to be hauled back to some faceless master in chains. They couldn't protect him from the prejudices Tevinter was known for, and they needn't have to. In many ways, Rhorie could protect himself. Could hold his head high and rise above the comments of "knife ear" spat at his feet.

What they couldn't shield him from was any change in Dorian. Here in his home, surrounded by such things, would he treat him differently? Should Rhorie doubt him?

Hands on his hips– his prosthetic, left arm held in position by a steady flow of magic –Rhorie shuffled on his feet as he stared down at the floor. And when a door sounded somewhere in a hall up the stairs, he couldn't help but look up hopefully, heart hammering in his throat until a human maid scurried past the landing with an armful of sheets.

[overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm { Val to Angel } for @tangledfate

There was a short list of reasons that, despite the disgusting way Valentino treated him nowadays, Angel would continue to return to his side. Top of the short list? Phenomenal sex. He knew that to an outsider, that probably sounded beyond pathetic. Going back to the hands of his abuser, just because he could make him feel good. Especially considering exactly how many people Angel slept with on the regular.

But sometimes...sometimes things with Valentino weren't bad. Sometimes he genuinely felt that the other man cared about him. More often than not, those times were in the bedroom. Though there were times he didn't think about where that was very much the furthest from truth. Whatever it was, the point was that Angel typically enjoyed himself when in the arms of Valentino. No one else matched his freak quite like him. No one else was unafraid of trying the more obscure kinks. No one knew his body almost as good as he did, because they'd been together for decades.

Which was exactly why it had been...oh fuck...how many orgasms now? He had lost count two orgasms ago. In a way, he had been surprised. Valentino was known for being so selfish, that him focusing on Angel's own pleasure seemed practically unheard of. Granted, this was definitely all about the control over his favorite toy. Teaching Angel that only he could make him feel that good, and only he decided when that got to happen.

@tangledfate : and you're mine.

Adam woke up to darkness and a figure beside him,his blood ran cold when he saw the tell-tell antennas of Valentino. His throat felt hoarse, another bad sign. He hoped that he hadn't been screaming aloud,tho considering what he remembered from his dream, he probably had. He cursed inwardly, he swore he'd never let the other know or see just how deep his grief went. He didn't want to appear week, well weeker then he already was.