Noël Gaudet

It didn't get missed the tone of his words which only made the thunderbird itching in annoyance. He felt he was enjoying this much more than he was himself which he wasn't sure how to deal with. What he said next had him crossing his arms over his chest. "Not going to happen." he said, he wasn't going to beg for him or anyone else. "No I won't, I'd be more a headache than anything."

Noel laughed then. "Two things help you there. I've no desire for any sort of problematic slave and I am no master. I would have assumed you gathered that by now, but it is you and it is me and I would never be so bold to make any sort of assumption about your intelligence." He patted the slave on lightly on the cheek in a patronizing gesture. "Stay pretty, it is your strength."

"That was quick," Khion laughed, not at all surprised. He'd been involved with one half of the Gaudet twin rivalry long enough to know the pattern. He returned Noel's gesture and brought his drink to his lips for a long pull of it. "Starting the new year off right then. How 'bout we finish these and then head back over to Cannabites?"

"Might I suggest we head home." Noel said sipping his drink eyeing Khion over the top of the glass taking a long drink from it before tilting it back. "Unless you truly are so enraptured with that creature behind the bar? Is it incubi? I suppose their very nature makes them alluring. Though I thought you the alluring one."

Manny snorted out another laugh. "All right, if you insist. Best to be safe and have a professional ensure my pillow count is satisfactory. I'm sure you'll find your way in either way."

Khion blinked down at the reaper, it taking him a moment to catch on and re-establish what'd gone down in the moment. Not a lot of clarity yet post-nut. "Ope, it might be that time," he chuckled when he caught on. He traced his finger over the small scratches he'd left behind, using a touch of ice to help soothe the minor wounds that likely weren't the worst thing Noel faced in his life. "Should take it as a compliment."

Noel let out a soft laugh at the 'ope' that came out of his bird. Always amused at his odd colloquialisms. It shifted to a soft hum at the soothing cooling from Khion's touch. The pamola was like that, tentative to any wounds he caused. "I do." He smiled letting his hand come over Khion's. "I believe you really like me." He teased back.

"I'm not getting bored," Khion replied, arching a brow. He propped his chin in his hand while he stared down the reaper. "Have I done something I don't know about that's warranting this conversation?"

"No, just a reminder since you've been attracting unwanted attention." Noel said always knowing who was around Khion. "You seem to be handling it thus far. Be sure to keep handling it."

That was true and he knew it. But onto more important things Khion would rather focus on. "Uh, me, obviously," he said, grinning like the hedonistic idiot he was. His bright eyes twinkled as they fell to Noel's lips. His tongue dragged over his bottom one before he leaned in to catch the reaper's lips with his own.

"Ah yes, you are the most important thing on my birthday indeed, chéri." Noel smiled not in the least offended. Even if he was it was all forgiven when the soft lips brushed his own. His own arm pulled the cool body closer to him. "Are you trying to remind me why I keep you around?" He didn't really need a reminder. He had one at least once a day. "I hate there's no private rooms here." He said against his slave's lips. "Good thing we have the house in town now." He took Khion's hand. "Shall we?"

"Shouldn't take too long then," Khion huffed out a laugh. All it really took, as far as Khion was concerned, was Noel just to show up in the same space as Lucien to annoy the latter twin. He skipped ahead to grab the door and held it open for Noel to enter the club first and Khion followed, sticking close by the reaper. He did a quick scan up into the VIP section and around the club to check the crowd although his shoulders remained relaxed with hands in his pockets. "Another drink?"

"Definitely." Noel agreed. He was never a fan of Raphael's club. The place was a mirror of his personality. And how it spoke volumes of everything wrong with him, which made it ever the more suiting his brother pined endlessly after the ghoul like so many others. He moved with his slave to the bar ordering for the both of them as he took looked around the place, eyes moving to the VIP section. It didn't take him long to spot his brother. Something with being a twin he supposed. He always seemed to know where he was and vice versa. The smile pulled at the corner of his lips when he turned to take his recently delivered drink. "My job is done here." He tilted his glass to Khion. It truly was that easy.

"Mm. I suppose the recaps at the start of the episodes could catch us up." The councilman adjusted his hold on Noel a little so that he could slide a hand up to cup the younger man's cheek, his thumb stroking absentmindedly against his skin as the reaper's hand moved under his jacket. "That is another thing I enjoy about the holiday, yes." Stigr's gaze swept along the costume one more time and he leaned down to brush his lips against Noel's in a light hum. "It more than meets my approval. Though I don't imagine there's a single thing you could look terrible wearing."

"I feel like that's a challenge." He hummed into the kiss. Enjoying the soft way Stigr handled him. Though he really was going to take that as a challenge. Noel had a lot of odd things in his closet at this point and he wasn't beholden or embarrassed by much, not having the obsession with appearance like his brother. "You may regret saying that next year, but perhaps Khion can accompany you. I believe he truly can wear anything, or nothing."

The vampire laughed softly, surprised that Noel was more than happy to continue things there when he'd said he didn't want to give Lucien a reason to be irritated with Stigr. But he was hardly going to complain, especially with how quickly Noel started to move things along. He was sure the idea of this pissing off Lucien had something to do with that, but he hardly minded being a pawn in their game in this kind of way. Stigr's lips parted in a soft moan at the first touch of Noel's hand, allowing the tight hold on his tie to pull him down to the reaper's level. "Very happy New Year." He returned with a small smile before kissing Noel back, though he didn't let that last for long, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down to the younger man's neck. He nipped there and took hold of Noel's hips, guiding him back toward one of the barstools to sit for now.

The spot Stigr took them was still very public and Noel smiled at the councilman. His lips taking touching his briefly once more before he dropped down to his to where his hand one and replaced it with his mouth. He brought the now hardened member passed his lips letting it inch further and further in until it reached the back of his throat. His dark eyes flashed up to the Swed's before he pushed it past the point of no return and took him beyond that point. He pushed down the urge to gag and bobbed his head urging the older's hand into his dark hair as he moved his head before he had to back off letting his hand resume along the shaft not letting up at all as he kept at the councilman on his bar stool.

"I was not aware how bad, only that it was a little severe." He admitted, grinning at Noel. When Noel made that point, Vitaly thought about the other master returning and realized he was quite right. This was the time to make sure he made connections that ensured that no matter what was said, what money was thrown around, the other wouldn't be able to exact some sort of weird and wild revenge. "I am not wine puppy, this is true." He murmured, taking the vodka and sipping slowly. "If master I nearly burnt to crisp is pissy enough upon return, even Luci won't be able to help. Hardly fair. I didn't kill him. Merely maimed." Still he glanced at Noel. "And who would you suggest I network with?"

That got a laugh out of Noel for two reasons. One because he didn't kill the guy, who has a soft spot for a vampire. Of course there was the one master Noel was with before. That was different though. And the second was that he asks Noel who to network with. "I'm not a good judge of character, but I'd suggest myself." He winked. It was hard to say if he was trying to get Vitaly in more trouble than he was already in or not. "I'm nothing to write home about with a collar on, but with it off I can be pretty persuasive." Which probably was true when he was in the mood. It was hard to say what he would do at any given moment. "Then again." His hand was back on the hellhound's thigh giving it a squeeze. "I might just want to sleep with you."

"Of course," Khion answered with a short breath of laughter, his eyes fluttering closed from Noel's lips on his neck and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips while he too still rode that post-nut high. "I know what a glutton you are. Part two can come now or later, your choice, my little jar of ashes."

"I'll save some for later." He said slipping out of his slave carefully. "I don't want to use up all my fun in one place." He mused.

He didn't mention that he was more or less intimidated by Raphael, and kept his distance from him intentionally. He wouldn't barge in on a relationship he had no part of if he could help it. "No kidding." He mumbled, not at all surprised by the revelation that he was a psychologist. He chewed on his cheek as the questions were thrown at him. Did he have a goal? That question he couldn't easily answer in the moment. He never truly had a goal, didn't live his life like that. He went with the flow, whatever arose he dealt with in the moment then moved on. "I don't live with a set plan." He ends up saying after a good long moment of silence. "If something comes up I deal with it. Whatever it is." He explained while moving his hand through his hair, a nervous habit. "I manage relationships the same way."

"Interesting choice. No plan and that's how you're going to try and be with the councilman of France's side piece? With no plan at all. That should work out. He's worth what? Somewhere in the range of $3.2T and you...well I don't want to embarrass you so we'll skip that. You've got no goals, check. I'm not sure that's built to last or is that the idea, just spring fling. Some summer lovin?"

He sighed heavily, "I should say thank you? For this?" He pulled on the collar that sat so heavy around his neck. He wondered if he was trying to rile him up on purpose if so he was doing a good job at that. "I only landed here because of this job that was far too risky, but greed is a blind that is hard to ignore." He could admit that he had let his own hubris and greed get in the way of what was reality. He was never going to get out of the castle he should have known that from the start. "I'll find my way out of this as I have done before."

"I'm sure you will." His tone was mocking and sarcastic. Noel was much smarter than the slave before him and he'd had to have a master buy him to get out of the undercroft. He was sure the man before him wasn't some sort of savant when it came to escaping. "You can always start begging now for me to claim you." He smiled letting his fingers play along the collar. "You would make a lovely pet."

"Interesting," Manny hummed. Their drinks arrived at that moment and he turned to thank the bartender. "Are you one of those demons that has the urge to corrupt a celestial?"

"Did I corrupt you?" He countered. Noel didn't really have a specific species he liked to corrupt or not. He really just liked to sew chaos wherever he could, little pockets sometimes organized sometimes destructive depending on what he could get away with.

"Makes sense, it's easier to give advice on a situation you're not involved in," Manny said. "No stakes when it's not your life, I guess." He sipped on his beer.

"Do you feel better having a diagnosis for me now? Does it help you better understand?" He asked taking a seat on the couch with a sigh. "Everyone has some sort of baggage. I suppose it's finding out if it's compatible with your own."