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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:05 pm
He was going to kill Neil. It would make everything simple.
The dark-haired man sighed, his arm slung over his eyes, the rest of his sprawled out on the couch. This was just...unreal. Indigo eyes peered out from beneath the forearm, frowning; the she-demon was still there, watching him in silence. Brad uttered another sigh, not really bothered by her unwavering stare but not really enjoying it either. "Don't you have something else to do? Something demonic?"
Silence.
"Thought so." He shifted his gaze towards the hallway, wondering just how long Neil was going to take when he heard the doorbell ring. "Hm?" The Italian sat up, looking to Astaroth in question, as though she might shed some light on Neil's visitor. With no help from her - as to be expected - the man pushed himself off the couch and made his way to the front door, his expression drawn into one of confusion.
It was with this that he opened the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:29 pm
"Oh my, what a gorgeous man you are. Neil could never compare to such fine indigo eyes, and such lustrous dark hair." The voice was a smooth purr, devoid of any accent, though there was a clear smug sort of pleasure that was being undertook by it. Dark eyes peered almost lecherously at Brad, but the gaze was too mixed for one emotion to be pinioned. Merihem was playing the careful route, gauging Brad's reactions, trying to figure out how to proceed. The demon was, on this rare occassion, fully clothed, if only because Soah had severely insisted upon it. He wore the tight leather pants that hung low, but snugly on his hips. He wore a simply black t-shirt, though it clung tightly to his slim frame. Over it was another jacket, as black as the rest of his outfit, though lined in ermine fur, the tiny black tails dotting the white fur. A hood was pulled up to cover his curved horns, and his wings were compressed neatly underneath the jacket. His long, white fingers were covered in black rings. It almost looked like he had dressed for the occassion, though really Soah had just filched whatever he could find from his father's closet. It almost gave him the illusion of being human, but there was a quality about him that oozed danger. The skin was too pale, the eyes so unnatural in their color. It was obvious that something was different about the being standing before Brad.
Of course, Brad wasn't the reason Merihem was here. Knowing that Brad existed was not enough to bring Merihem into the domain of another demon's, especially one as strong and revered as Astaroth. It was Neil, the owner of the house, that was the reason Merihem was here. He wanted a meal, and since he was sure he had used the boy too much lately, he sought out the only other man who could quench his appetite.
Not seeing Neil immediately, though, did not bother Merihem, not when he had such a fine sight before him. He leaned forward against the door frame, exuding self-confidence in all of his gestures. "I'm Merihem - I came to see Neil, but I don't think I'd mind getting side-tracked." The smile that blossomed onto his lips was crooked, the lips curving at an odd angle, as if the demon didn't practice the gesture usually. It was unnatural to him, as surely as he was unnatural in himself.
Suddenly his gaze was cast to the side, and his eyes perceptibly narrowed, but then with a dimissive gesture he returned his full, undaunted attentionn to Brad. "Will you invite me in? I don't say it much matters, I'm coming in anyways."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:45 pm
Brad stared. What else could anyone else do in that situation? He didn't really take in the male's full attire, his indigo gaze unable to move much further than the demon's own. Black sclera? Skin so pale it looked damn near violet? And...was it because of the purple hair?
"What the hell." His intelligent response startled even him, although it didn't show on his face. In fact, he'd had just about enough of the scary bondage creature talking to him and was about to shut the door in his face when he mentioned Neil. Brad's expression darkened visibly, as if a personal thunderhead had just crossed his brow, his indigo eyes taking on a bit more of their purple hues. He couldn't tell what the black-clad thing on the doorstep was, but he had a very, very bad feeling. "What do you want with Argyle?" he scowled, not moving his bulk from the door. He was a good four inches taller than the red-head and far more built.
"He has a deal, human. You may not interfere." Although she did not join the two, Astaroth's cold voice lingered in the foyer as though she had.
Brad frowned, not nearly as bothered by the she-demon as the others. "I don't care what he has." He shot the Incubus another unpleasant stare, unmoving from his position. "I'd rather you didn't come in until he's ready for company."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:57 pm
He smirked at Brad's reaction, his eyes never leaving the other man's face, though he was sorely tempted to when he heard Astaroth's voice ringing in the background. Ah, but he would have to try and seduce her later - he wanted this pretty man, this strong, gorgeous man. He would be so much different from Soah's more slender body, and Neil's ferocious and fiery attitude. He wanted this man, and he might be saddened if he didn't get him. "I want what he has agreed to give me," he purred, absolutely having no shame in this situation. "I want the body he has promised me, the body I've fed off of, the body that has pleasured me on countless occassions. I want his lust for me, would you not desire that as well?"
He could have moved Brad easily from the doorway, but he wasn't in that moment tempted to. No, he wanted to see if he could get Brad to allow him in... he wanted to play with him a little while longer, and walking inside meant he would have to play with Neil instead. "Your eyes - they are so gorgeous. They remind me of - Oh! Neil's boy. Yes, Neil's boy has those same eyes. But they are different when they look at me. So scared, but Neil's treasured boy should know better then to look at me with fear. I would not harm him." His hand rose, long fingers extending towards Brad's face, as if he would pluck the aforementioned eyes right out of Brad's skull so he could better cherish them and keep them his forever. But, he realized then that he was going off on a tangent, and this made him smile, that sickly sweet smile that only he could perfect.
"I would not harm you either, if you were to join me this evening. I would be so kind to a man such as yourself. I would let you do as you please - it would be a delicious meal." The hand poised in front of Brad's face drifted, cold fingers stroking Brad's cheeks in a mockingly affectionate gesture. "Promise yourself to me for this night, and I have no need to bother Neil, nor Neil's boy.
"I am to be allowed inside now?" It was a question posed seemingly out of curiosity, not because he was bored with standing outside, or because he was getting impatient with having his meal put off.
"Where is Neil? I am hungry."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:06 pm
The firm set frown never wavered, his dark brows knitted in unrelenting annoyance; his eyes were the only thing that betrayed his confusion and disgust. "Do you speak English? Or do you prefer to proposition yourself in riddles to anyone who will listen?" Brad had no idea what he was dealing with, but he could feel the danger rolling off the stranger like a heat wave, making him bristle inwardly. He made an attempt to grab and yank the demon's hand from his face, revolted by the strange touch, but equally surprised by how cold it was despite all the layers the other wore.
It was the coldness that made him take a step back, releasing the wrist and rubbing his hand on his side as if to warm it back up. It seemed the part about 'lust' and 'pleasure' had eluded the tall man, as somehow they didn't quite fit with the fact that he knew Neil was straight. "Are you sick or something?" he questioned, the irritated heat in his voice relenting in the slightest. He wasn't sure why some cancer patient would be visiting Neil, as gaffers certainly weren't doctor's, but why else would a delirious popcicle be at the door?
Confused by the situation and not really so put off, he turned and walked away from the door and the demon, casting a glance at Astaroth. "I don't care. Take a seat. He'll be out shortly." Brad kept his words clipped, detached and disinterested; to say those expressions described his attitude toward the stranger was an understatement. The sooner his friend could deal with this leathery mess, the sooner they could get on with their lives.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:28 pm
"If you were not interested in my proposition, you would not listen so to my riddles," he replied calmly, unshaken by the other man. He would not allow a human to shake him, he would not allow a human to take control of him. Soah had set the terms of their contract, but it was still Merihem who controlled everything. He took what he wanted from the boy, and used the boy's own weakness to rope in others. He was shameless, and he knew it. He cared for nothing or no one other than himself. In the end, when he comforted Soah when the boy was shaken or weak, it was for the meal that would come next, so that meal would be pure lust, and not the usually mixture of fear and anxiety. Perhaps he did feel for the boy's plight, or for Neil's own descent, but he was almost certain that he did not.
"No, I am an Incubus, and your friend has pledged his body to me, in a rather valiant attempt to save a child's life. It would make a tragic love story." He drove the point home with words no harsher then the one's he had spoken before. He was still the poised and relaxed demon that had been standing before Brad minutes ago. Nothing changed. Brad's cluelessness did not even deter him. Even when Brad's hand closed around his wrist, his expression did not change, though he was vaguely irritated by the fact that Brad was so daring to touch him. It gave him minor pleasure when Brad almost recoiled from him.
Smoothly he entered Neil's home, walking up behind Brad to thoughtfully wrap an arm around his waist, the other hand snaking around to tease the skin of Brad's hips. "Would you, perhaps, sit with me? It would give me the greatest pleas -"
"Merihem!" The tone was scolding, but it didn't contain the harsh, more gravelly voice of an adult. No, there was a youthful tone to it, one that would not so easily be shed. "He's clearly not interested, leave him be." Soah was unphased by the glare given to him, too busy peeling off his coat and hanging it on the door knob to really pay attention to how Merihem was taking this news.
"He hasn't said so," Merihem stated calmly, getting over his initial anger at being interrupted. He had known Soah was only a little bit behind him, anyways. Either way, he refused to give up his position at Brad's back, instead staring now curiously at the boy. "Were you intending to take Neil's night with me?" He became satisfied when he saw the blush blossoming onto Soah's cheeks. His gaze was glued to the boy that entered the hall, to the blonde hair that was so unusually let free to curl down to his shoulders. The indigo eyes that Brad shared in common with the boy was something Merihem took particular interest in now. But, he couldn't pluck them out, he would lose Neil for it.
"Don't ask such stupid questions."
Of course he knew that would be the answer, the boy would sacrifice himself if he thought he had enough strength to this night.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:47 pm
If words could physically roll off the man's back, they surely would have, at least until the part about 'Incubus.' He wasn't well versed in the ways of demons and what they were, but judging by the Ice Queen near by and now Bondage Man, he could easily tell his good friend had gotten into some seriously deep crap. Maybe more than he had originally anticipated; how much was that damn man keeping from him?
"You aren't making sense, Incubus," he addressed the demon almost without a reaction. Giving up someone's body for a child? But weren't these things interested in women? "Unless Argyle is hiding a secret, I'm pretty sure he's a he--"
Brad stumbled as an arm looped around his waist, grabbing a near by lamp for balance. The cold, flighty touch on his skin made him physically recoil, which didn't help when the source of his discomfort was plastered against his back like a second skin. "What the--!" He tried to grab the offending hand, barely repressing a shudder from the coldness it presented and the fact that it was invading him with such carelessness. The man turned towards the door, as if motion would help swing the creature off. "Get off me you scumb--"
The lamp shattered in his suddenly tightly clenched fist.
His struggles weakened as his gaze locked onto his daughter. Brad's mind buzzed with the blood pounding in his ears, his heart actually stopping before picking up at a rapid pace. How was this possible? How did she find Neil's place by herself? And where the hell was Angela? He completely forgot the sexual demon attached to him, his eyes lost to the blonde girl near by, not even noticing the blood trickling down his forearm with glass embedded in the soft flesh of his palm--
"Don't ask such stupid questions."
Brad snapped out of his near panic attack. That voice...was definitely not a girl's. Or, at least, it wasn't Ash's. Now that he looked, the boy was older, despite his soft edged features and golden hair. Indigo eyes turned numbly to his bleeding hand, still unawares of the Incubus against him, his adrenaline making everything seem surreal.
"Brad?" came a muffled voice from deeper within the house.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:02 pm
"Neil is hiding a secret from you, but it is not that he is magically a woman. He isn't. I know his body well enough to assure you of this. You must not be well versed in Incubi, because I feed off whom I want, when I want. Woman or man. I do not discriminate as you humans would." As he said this, he released his hold on Brad, because it was then that Brad decided to retaliate. It was part of his contract, and he would not go against it, though it irritated him to no end that he would not get a new food source from this man. With a little growl he released Brad from his grip, and casually took two steps back.
"Are you pleased then, child?" The words were more bitter now that he had lost a meal he had desired. He wasn't exactly bitter at anything, or anyone, other than his own loss. At least it had given him a minute pleasure when Brad had reacted so violently to his touch. The man had certainly struggled away, and if Merihem wasn't bound by contract, Brad would have had to suffer his touch until he was done with him. The idea was pleasant... perhaps he should try to convince the boy to annul the contract. The boy could go on with his life, and then Merihem could have this fine male specimen before him.
"s**t!" The words came unbidden to Soah's lips when the lamp shattered in Brad's grip. He did not realize that it was he who had caused it, but instead thought that it was from Brad's panic at being groped by such a cold and insensitve demon. Soah certainly didn't like it, so clearly Brad wouldn't either. Without hesitation he walked up to Brad, gingerly grabbing the older man's arm. His indigo gaze flicked up briefly to Brad's face, and then he sighed softly. "I'm sorry, Merihem does not know how to behave. Let's walk to the kitchen and get the glass out... blood's dripping on the carpet, and those kind of stains are impossible to remove."
Merihem's interest was heightened, though, by the sight of blood. He knew that he had not caused such a reaction - it was Soah. But why had Brad reacted in such a way? What had Soah done to startle the man so senselessly? ...He was suddenly determined to find out, though he would let Soah cater to the man's health for now.
"Neil! This guy hurt himself!" Soah's voice once again broke through the momentary quiet, his eyebrows knotting in concern as he continued to observe the blood dripping down Brad's arm. His fingers were lightly covered with it, since he had inadvertantly touched the warm fluid. "Merihem scared him, I think."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:14 pm
The man's jaw was firmly clenched, words unable to pass his thin set lips as his gaze was inexorably drawn down to the boy now holding his injured arm. He knew, knew it wasn't his little girl, but he couldn't help but mark the fightening similarities: the hair of spun honey in delicate waves, his own dark and off-colored eyes, the slender build. Brad was rattled. He had not felt this way since the time he'd seen Ashlyn last, and to draw that similar line was not helping him focus.
"What?" The muffled reply was sharp, startled. "Hurt? Bear, what--I'll be out in a second!"
He wasn't thinking. The shirt was unbuttoned and what could reach was pressed around the boy's fingers, cleaning them of blood as a parent might clean their child of a particuarly messy meal. "I got it," he tried to say, but it came out in a wheezed type of whisper, trying to look away but finding himself unable. Vaguely, something in the back of his mind warned him that this could be the very child the demon had spoken of, but it was brushed away in favor of his own shock.
The female had not let the reaction gone unwarranted. She had slinked from the chair to the couch, arms trailing over the back of it, one finger extended beneath the drop of blood from the man's elbow. A dot of warmth, and she pressed the digit into her mouth, serpentine tongue twining around the salty taste. The emotions that slid off the dark-haired human had her vastly intruiged, watching from so close by.
Brad took a breath, not noticing the demon near by. "Let's...clean..." Even his words were failing him. Shifting his head to indicate where the kitchen was, he pressed quiet words beyond his numb lips, "What is your name...?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:32 pm
Soah couldn't help but feel a little guilty for Brad's supposed 'trauma'. After all, if he had been able to keep up with Merihem, he would have been here quick enough to divert the demon's attention to Brad. But, he had been so tired lately, even now he felt a little wobbly on his own feet. One could easily mistake the weakness in him now as for having a weak stomach that was unable to handle the sight of blood. He wasn't bothered by that, he just felt sick again, as he so often did. Still, he should have tried harder to keep up with Merihem. He knew the demon was going to be a plague to someone today, though he expected it to have been Neil, someone who could have handled Merihem's attentions. He experienced the strong urge to apologize, but it would be useless in this kind of situation.
"It'll be fine, I got him!" Soah called back to Neil, not wanting to rush the other in case Neil was busy doing something important. He was sure he could handle a few cuts and pieces of glass by himself. He was fifteen after all, and quite thoroughly believed that most of the things that were tossed his way were easy to handle.
"Ah - !! Your shirt. You're going to get it dirty." But he obediently let Brad clean his fingers, though he was sure they would only get dirty again when he went to clean the wounds. "Are you okay? You don't sound well." Pain and worry was reflected into the fine, youthful features of his face as he looked up to see Brad's eyes, as he heard Brad even struggle to speak. Maybe Brad was just completely straight, and thus being molested by Merihem had been a serious offense. That would explain why he was so traumatized. This revalation, if anything only made him feel worse.
He tensed as Astaroth approached, and even his face paled slightly as he watched her lick the blood... Brad's blood, off her finger. It was unsettling, and he could feel his stomach churning. He violently resisted the urge to puke. Man, he must have been more sick then he realized. Yet, he knew that it was better for him to be here then for him to be curled up in bed and resting. He was needed here more then he was needed at home, after all. "Oh, okay, follow me." He gently tugged on Brad's arm, and then began to lead him into the kitchen area, so he could clean his arm off in the sink.
"I'm Soah. Dresden, Soah. You're... Bear?"
Merihem, meanwhile, became acutely more interested in Astaroth then in the pair of humans. "How does it taste, the blood?" His voice was lightly enquiring, not truly demanding an answer if Astaroth did not wish to give it. He personally did not appreciate the taste of blood, finding the taste of lust so much greater in comparison. But, he knew plenty of demons that would die for a taste of innocent, virgin blood. He wouldn't die for that, even if there was an equivalent to it in his own form of meals. He would not die for anything or anyone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:56 pm
"I'll live," he managed to say somewhat normally, coming back more to himself now that the pounding anxiety was receeding from his temples...and with it, most of his energy. Hearing his funny nickname from the boy made him smile, easing the tightness around his heart, despite the pains he still felt by looking at that feminine face. "Brad. If you've ever excited Argyle, you know how bad his accent gets."
He followed the youth obediently into the kitchen, managing to thin his blatant staring into a few stolen glances. It was unnerving, to see his daughter in the face of a teenage boy, but it was oddly soothing. Maybe it was Soah's gentle mannerisms with him, or the polite way he talked, but something about the young man made a good deal of the panic retreat into normalacy. Brad leaned over the kitchen sink heavily, placing his hand palm-down and flexing it just a little, enough that a few pieces of glass not lodged too deeply were released in a soft tinkle against the porcelain.
"If you can find a rag...I'll pull them out. This is nothing." And it was true. Dealing with heated metals, sharp edge rulers and power equipment, a little glass wasn't going to be the death of him. It was funny, considering that a little blonde teen had nearly done what his job could not.
The female practically purred, back sinking into a content and almost cat like stance, eyes lolling over to Merihem. She wasn't smiling, but her voice indicated otherwise. "Fear," the word rolled deliciously off her tongue, "complete and utter fear." Her gaze lidded as it refocused on the two males, interested but not enough to pursue them. She would dabble in that affair when the time was more...opportune.
It was about that time that the owner of the house emerged from the hallway, soaking wet. A towel draped over his hips, barely keeping him decent as his grey eyes skimmed the scene, his dark wet hair almost a blackish red sticking to his cheeks and shoulders. Neil's attention found Merihem and Astaroth together, Soah and Brad at the sink, and what appeared to be a broken lamp on the couch. He had JUST gone to take a shower! The man sighed, padding around the carpet (and around the glass) to approach the humans. "What th'ell happened? I heard it all th'way in th'shower!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 10:34 pm
"He still calls me Soyah, even when he isn't excited. I like it, though." His smile was easier now that he had gotten to a topic that he liked discussing. It was distracting him a little bit from their current situation, and the fact that he had let Merihem have his hand at Brad. If Brad hadn't gotten hurt, the guilt wouldn't have been so bad. But since he had, Soah could feel it throbbing against his heart, constricting his throat with the effort taken not to apologize profusely for the situation. It would only annoy Brad, as it annoyed Neil when he tried to take the blame for everything. It was a rare occassion when Neil convinced him not to, but he believed he would be a little weaker in front of Brad, since Brad had gotten injured.
He stood next to Brad at the sink, his shoulder touching lightly against Brad's upper arm, since he hadn't grown into his full height yet. Sadly, it didn't look as if he would be that tall to begin with. His mother had been a delicate lady, and Soah took after her more than he did his own father. It was only the golden hair that he had gained from Ezeoha, though he had learned much of Ezeoha's values, and applied them still today. "I should probably wrap your hand in gauze. It looks like you cut it pretty badly." He reached over to one of the drawers, opened it, and pulled out a rag. But, instead of handing it to Brad, he moved to begin quickly plucking out the larger shards of glass that had embedded themselves in Brad's skin.
"It's best to get them out when you don't expect it, or else you'll tense and it will hurt more," he explained even as he was pulling the glass from Brad's arm and hand. He was rather merciless in this assault, but he genuinely thought it was best that he do it instead of Brad. It wouldn't be so painful if he pulled them out. His hands were small and more graceful, more designed for this tender work. "I'm sorry, it has to hurt a little..." he frowned consideringly, but still didn't stop. If he stopped, Brad would absorb all the pain, and it would only worsen when he started up again.
"I told you that Meri - MERIHEM!"
The squeak of horror was Neil's only warning, but then again, Merihem's cold fingers had already seized the towel, pulling it efficiently off of Neil's body with one tug. "You're so beautiful, I don't see why you tease me with the sight of your bare chest, and exposed hips... and not let me see the rest." His voice purred into Neil's ear, his teeth grasping the lobe for a quick nibble. Sadly, he had abandoned Astaroth as soon as he saw his meal, so appetizingly wet and seductive, even with that unprecendented attitude since his lamp had been smashed. He couldn't help it - Astaroth would not respond to his desires, not the way Neil did. Even when embarrassed, Neil would respond favorly, at least after he took one look at Soah's face. It was beneficial to Merihem in that moment that he had taken too much energy from Soah. The boy was clearly drained, and was clearly fighting to keep it hidden.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:41 pm
Hearing Neil's accent from the boy made Brad smile again, although the comment confirmed two things: first, the demon belonged to the boy as certainly as Astaroth belonged to Neil; secondly, perhaps more importantly, he was the child that the Irishman was trying to spare from said demon. He couldn't decide if it was good that the other man had found something worth fighting for, or if he was trying to right the wrongs of those already gone from this world.
Brad didn't do so much as flinch when the glass started to get yanked out of his hand, his eyes taking the opportunity to shift again to the determined face of the boy. He didn't see the need to point out that he'd picked out and stitched up worse injuries and that he had the scars to prove it, simply allowing the teen to do as he pleased so long as the shallow wounds in his skin didn't tear. Hearing his friend approach, he glanced over as the near naked Neil skirted the lump of lamp, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. "You shouldn't have," he rumbled in a slightly teasing voice. More seriously, he added, "Sorry about the lamp."
Neil frowned deeply. He hadn't seen Brad so pale in a long time, and he knew it wasn't from blood loss. "I can make another lamp," he brushed the subject off, not in the least bit concerned about it, except for the pieces still embedded in the other's hand. His grey eyes were focused on the red-stained shards when the room got a lot colder.
The dark-haired man reacted immediately, his good hand largely cupping Soah's face and turning him away from his friend, pressing the teen against his chest, his own eyes averting. It was more out of a courtesy than embarrassment, as Brad had gone to school with the red-head. There weren't many secrets in gym locker rooms.
Naked and cold, the warmth of the demon's mouth on Neil's ear made him shiver, and not in a good way. "Th'ell demon, I cannae even dry off?" Despite the sudden draft on his body, he really didn't seem all that phased, save for a darkening of red on his cheeks. Neil thought it might have pleased Merihem to react with outrage, so instead played it cool and annoyed; all the gathered had already seen him naked, so what did it matter, except costing the dregs of any humility he had left? Tension hummed just beneath his skin despite his words, prompting a few goosebumps to ripple over his arms. His eyes flickered over his two friends, noting how pale they both were, puzzled over the Italian but knowing what Soah's affliction was. In a sick, begrudging way, he was glad Merihem had decided to come this far to sate his hunger. The man wouldn't even bother to kid himself that they were in his home for any other reason.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, straightening his bare back and looking over his shoulder, his eyes steely. "Were it just f'your sake, it would 'ave been without th'audience." Neil looked momentarily beyond the bizarrely dressed Incubus to Astaroth, who had already left the couch and meandered into his work area beyond the kitchen. He knew he couldn't depend on her to keep the other in line, not when he himself was so flippant about it. Cursing himself for trying to rankle Merihem and managing to ensure their evening without meaning to, he simply stared at the Incubus over a wet shoulder, disgruntled.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:08 pm
He was being as tender as he possibly could, while still maintaining a quick and almost merciless pace. A child would cry at having so much glass removed from their hand, but Brad was an adult, so Soah figured he would shoulder it better. His small fingers continued to pluck glass out of the injured hand, at least until he was certain that he had gotten all of it. If he had missed one or two, then Brad would undoubtedly figure it out later and remove them himself. Soah just wanted to help to the best of his abilities, for he did feel a little (an understatement) guilty about the whole incident. "There, I'm pretty sure I got it all. Now all we need to do is get some gauze and wrap..."
It was around that time Neil had been de-toweled, and Soah caught a brief flash of naked flesh that he was so familiar with before he was drawn in against Brad's chest. The gesture confused him, and even embarrassed him a little, but he didn't fight against it. If Brad wanted to protect his eyes, or protect Neil's dignity, then that was fine. So, he didn't put up a struggle, and instead obediently pressed his head against Brad's chest and closed his eyes for good measure. He was making an effort to do what Brad wanted, because, well, the man deserved it for being put through Merihem's scandalous attentions.
"Not if you're trying to dry off in my presence. You should know how it tempts me - I would drag you right back into the shower if you would allow it." Merihem tossed the towel away into the other room, because he simply saw no more purpose in posessing it. Neil was naked, and he didn't seem to be too upset with Merihem for stripping him. It just went on to show how their 'relationship' was improving. Neil was becoming used to his behavior, and was even coming to accept them. Merihem could not even begin to state how much this pleased him.
His fingers idly stroked Neil's hip while his other arm wrapped itself around Neil's waist and glue his back to his own body. He was half-heartedly trying to ease the tension in Neil's muscles. "Our audience has no interest in our interactions. We could steal away someplace else to play out your desires." His voice was warm and tempting, taking on emotion that had not been expressed previously. Really, he only became partly human when he was seeking a meal. All the other times he didn't bother - but when it came to feeding, he did. It always seemed to calm his partner if they could mislead themselves, trick themselves, into believing that he was human.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:49 pm
Silence. Brad listened to the exchange with outward indifference, although his blood warred between ice at the implications and fire that Neil had been coerced into it at all. What was done was done, however, and the man could no sooner tear the red-head away than he could turn back time. Taking the rag gently from the teen, he balled it against his palm, murmuring softly to the boy held gingerly against him, "Should we go elsewhere? I really don't want to hear this."
Neil snorted at Merihem's words. "I've never gallavated around y'naked, 'ow am I supposed t'know?" Wait...did he just tease the Incubus? He gave himself a good start, shifting his eyes anywhere but the face near by and the two in the kitchen. He needed to hang up a sign in front of his eyes that said 'Do Not Encourage the Incubus.' That made him smile, which he quickly smoothered, should Merihem take the gesture the wrong way.
His expression broke into surprise and uncertainty at the strange tone of voice, making him shiver again but not quite negatively. If Neil could hear Merihem's thoughts, he would have laughed; although he wouldn't admit it, he had no problem using the curled horns for leverage and control, no complaints against teasing the muscle of leathered wings. He might have even realized he was more uncomfortable with the 'human' aspect of it, as setting the demon aside as different made it easier for him.
That was neither here nor there, as Neil was no mind-reader, and instead was a little confused by the emotion he heard. He almost entertained the fleeting thought that Merihem genuinely wanted him - almost - before the idea was squashed out of existance by the memory of Soah so near by. What the demon wanted was just enough to live off of, no more, no less. The consideration made Neil a little sick to his stomach, not quite wanting to think of Merihem in any type of positive light. "Shower, bedroom, I dinnae care, just nae 'ere."
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