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It was a gorgeous, quiet night. The fire was low, casting the room in a romantic orange glow. The fruit was fresh from the orchard and sat on a tray with honey harvested that day, chocolate sauce made hours ago just for this, and a freshly popped bottle of champagne. Aether was indulgently tipping the last of it down Dew's throat, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed with each sip as the flute tilted higher and higher. There was a perfect little strawberry at the bottom of the glass and Dew ate it with relish, looking up at Aether with glassy eyes as his sharp fangs cut through the ripe, juicy fruit.
Aether has to kiss him then. Biting Dew's lower lip as he lets himself explore the lithe body below. Tweaking nipples into peaks, skating fingers around the vulnerable abdomen. Circling lower and lower to where they both want him to be, and denying himself. Just to savor the way Dew groans into his mouth and grabs two tight handfuls of Aether’s hair.
“Stop being a jackass.” He pants when Aether tickles over his waistband for the fourth time.
“Oh,” Aether hums, chucking Dew's chin with affection. “Where's all the sweetness from earlier, love? Can't remember how to use your manners?”
The hand in his hair gives him a brutal yank and Aether's eyes flutter. A hot mouth goes for his pulse. Dew's fighting dirty. Aether doesn't think he minds. They've got time.
So he thinks.
Dew's earned himself a finger when the pager, thrown carelessly into a drawer on his one night off, buzzes. Aether thinks about ignoring it. Then he does. Dew's rocking his hips like he's already got a cock in him, desperate for the pressure and thrusting Aether has magnanimously deigned to give him. He bows his head to lick the first bead of pre away when the damn thing buzzes again. He keeps ignoring it and swallows Dew down to hear his strangled yelp. What follows is Aether's favorite part; hearing Dew lose every ounce of composure as Aether sucks him off and prods at that sweet spot mercilessly. In no time, the skinny thighs thrown over Aether's shoulders start twitching and Dew’s moans have gone short and staccato and brainless as he humps Aether's face, ready to blow. The first of many, Aether hopes, and he closes his eyes as Dew sobs.
Aether!
The voice he hears is not expected. Nor wanted. Aeon, panicky and frantic, ringing in his skull like an alarm bell.
This better be good. He snarls back, taking his frustration out on Dew. Aether's index finger jabs against his prostate over and over, each rub over the little swell of it milking another drop of precum out. Dew's losing his mind. Aether's losing his patience.
“Fuck me, please just fuck me-” Dew groans and Aether would rather listen to Dew spew vile obscenities over not getting what he wants any day of the week than hear whatever Aeon has to say next.
I'm so sorry, it's a possession case, Omega's gone and I'm not strong enough to pull them apart on my own-
So you're pulling me away from Dewdrop instead?
I am so fucking sorry, I'll scrub the floor with a toothbrush for a week, I'll do all your laundry for a month, I'll kneel on rice if I have to Aether, but the Sister isn't doing so hot and the imp isn't fucking listening to me-
Dew gasps as Aether pulls out and draws back, reaching out with tears in his eyes as Aether rumbles in frustration.
Give me five. He says shortly and hauls Dew into his lap.
“You didn't do anything to deserve this.” Aether tells him softly. “But it's going to happen because if I don't hurt you, I'm going to hurt Aeon.”
“Do what you need to.” Dew says, voice steady. He's rolling with the abrupt and frankly rude change so well Aether is both proud and ashamed. Proud his Dewdrop knows what he needs so quickly. Ashamed that it's come to this on a night where Aether wanted to love him the way he deserved.
“Don't count.” He warns, smoothing a hand over the soft skin of Dew's backside. “You know what this is.”
“Get it out of your system.”
Aether thinks about giving a warning. Decides against it.
The sound of his palm hitting Dew's ass is loud enough to ring in both of their ears and it doesn't get easier from there. He hits Dew with every ounce of strength he can muster, putting all his frustration behind each spank. More and more, harder and harder, every time until Dew is a shivery, sobbing thing on his lap and Aether gathers him up in his arms, tears stinging his own eyes as he kisses his Dewdrop fiercely.
“Thank you, thank you-” he stutters as Dew kisses his cheekbone. “I promise I'll be back as soon as I can.”
“Be back in time to kiss me through it.” Dew says, a casual, offhand statement but it makes Aether throb. He gets a handful of silky blonde hair and forces Dew to look at him.
“Play with yourself but don't you dare cum until you're on my cock.” He orders as he lays Dew carefully down on the crisp white sheets, just enough magic on his words to send Dew under.
“Uh-huh.” The little guys says dumbly. Already reaching between his legs. A lump rises in Aether's throat, fury and love and agony. If he doesn't leave now, he never will. His last sight of Dew is of bright eyes swirling with glints of magic, luxuriously stroking himself as Aether closes the door.
He opens a shadow portal to the medwing and when he steps through, he's right in front of Aeon, who squawks in alarm as Aether damn near rips his coat off its hook.
“I am so fucking sorry.” Aeon says over and over, trailing behind like a kicked dog as Aether strides through the halls to the obstinate patient. “But it's saying it doesn't want to leave her and go back to hell and she invited it so it has to stay until she says no and-”
Aether groans. Possession in a satanic ministry wasn't cured by prayers and requests. It was more akin to a genuine contract, and Imps, like loan sharks in Vegas, weren't too keen on telling their clients the fine print. Which in the new Sister's case, was that the Imp would act as a parasite. Draining her of health and vitality, shrinking her down into a husk of a human while the imp grew stronger and stronger. When she died, and she would, the Imp would pump all that stolen life back into the corpse and walk around piloting it, fancy as you please.
Not even the Devil himself sanctioned that kind of behavior.
When he reaches his destination, he pulls the curtain away briskly and stands frowning at his patient. She, or rather, the imp, sat lounging in the hospital bed watching some reality show and filing her nails.
“Here to tell that little shit I have a right to be here?” She asks, voice like a smoker of fifty years, layered with the human and the demon.
“Squatter's rights don't apply to human bodies.” Aether says firmly, pulling the details of the case from Aeon's mind. The kid hisses and claps his hands to his temple. Aether hope he gets a headache. “I'm here to evict you.”
The Imp scoffs and flips Aether off. “She invited me in, I settled in her brain, we hung out and now there's a problem?”
“Yes.” Aether says coldly, crossing his arms. “Because she was in no state to consent to possession.”
“She was sober, I checked. Real fuckin straight lace but we're gonna change that.”
The Imp casts a side eye at Aether and grins.
“Virgin too,” it adds, with a sick glimmer in its eye. “Don't you Topsiders love breaking in an unused pussy?”
“This is why I hate Maleficus Imps.” Aether says to no one in particular. “You are born of the collective psychic trash that humanity sheds every day. Every nasty thought, every unkind word. All the carelessness and ego. You roam around causing pain because you're too vile for Hell and Heaven is unwilling to admit they created you. So you get your infected little claws into a human and think you're elevated beyond what you came from.”
Aether grabs the hand still flipping him off and pulls the Imp in close. He lets his glamour drop, enough for his jaws to unhinge, his wings to cast shadows. His pupils expand until the Imp is staring into the dark pit Aether once called home.
“Lucifer doesn't allow infighting among his ranks.” Aether hisses. “And you are already an outsider. You don't get to stay. You don't get to leave. You're going to fulfill your role in the food chain and let this poor girl go.”
She drops back on the bed as Aether devours the imp's essence. Aeon is staring resolutely at the wall when Aether finishes and delicately wipes his mouth with a corner of his coat. Still so young and squeamish. Aether sighs, and pats his pockets for anything to cure the bad breath he's going to get from this.
“Mints are in the first drawer on the left.” Aeon says, sounding faint. “Receptionist's desk.”
“Thank you.” Aether says, sounding exhausted. “When she comes around, be kind to her. Do your crowd work thing, offer to introduce her to a few people. She's lonely with no support and it led her down a dark path. We can't fault her for that.”
“Is that why you said she wasn't in a state to consent?” Aeon asks softly. Aether nods.
“Downright Catholic, isn't it?” He sighs. “Getting at someone in a vulnerable state like that.”
He pauses by the door, hand on the frame.
“You did the right thing, calling me.” He admits. “I know it isn't easy with Omega gone, but you're coming into your own well enough.”
“Thank you.” Aeon says. “Wish that bastard would come back from his vacation so I could stop cock blocking you though.”
Aether chuckles, both at Aeon's words and the image of his predecessor on some Mediterranean beach with his beloved, drinking the day away under the sun. “We'll get our revenge when he comes back. Take it easy, kid.”
“Will do, boss.” Aeon says with a salute. “Go get your man.”
“Shut up, Aeon.” Aether says, not without affection, and after helping himself to Rain's stash of mints, disappears in a flash of quintessence.
Dew is still on the bed, as ordered. One hand behind his head, the other stroking his cock in a steady rhythm. Aether watches with interest as his hips buck into his fist, the muscles of his thighs jumping as he inches closer to an orgasm.
“Aether…” he mumbles, his hand going limp and falling to the sheets as his cock bobs and strains, spits out a blurb of pre that trails down his cock to rest on his balls. Aether tracks its path greedily swallowing at the sight, breathing in deep.
“Which number was that?” Aether asks. Somewhere between gentle and firm. He crosses the distance between them and sits on the bed, brushing an errant strand of hair out of Dew's face.
“I don't know.” Dew answers honestly. Vacantly. “I'm sorry.”
“None of that now.” Aether reassures him with a kiss. Dew's mouth opens easily, letting Aether kiss as deeply as he likes with no attempts to push him away. “Where were we? Do you remember what you said before I left?”
Dew's brow furrows and Aether cups his face, rubbing that stubborn wrinkle with his thumb. It's so hard for Dew to think through the haze of arousal and quintessence. If he were a better man, Aether would lift him out of the thick fog.
Thankfully he's never had any delusions about exactly what he is.
“I…sssaaid you needed to.” Thinking is a Sisyphean effort for Dew when he's like this. “Needed to come back to kiss me through it.’
“Good job.” He praises. A quick check between Dew's legs confirms he's still wet. Not that Aether expected any less of his favorite slut. “You want my fingers again? Or do you want it to hurt?” He leans down and brushes his lips against the shell of Dew's ear. “You know which one I prefer, though. Don't you?”
Very deliberately, he moves his mouth lower. From earlobe, to jawcorner to the delicate flutter of a pulse. It's quick and thudding and Aether permits himself a flicker of his tongue over it. He can't wait to feel that same heartbeat on his tongue when he cleans Dew out after cumming in him so deep, so many times Dew will have no choice but to stay in Aether's bed until he's empty again.
“Make it hurt.” Dew whispers. “Please.”
Aether smiles, and does what he's told.
It's difficult to fit his cock in, but the difficulty is part of the appeal. Dew shivers underneath him, claws at his back and breathes through it, every inch, like Aether tells him too. Those skinny legs are locked so tight around Aether's thick waist that he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. And when Dew starts to push back, using a strength no one would expect of such a small body, making sure his greedy little hole gets stuffed full of Aether's cock, he can't think of anything that could tear him away from this. Aeon was lucky he called when he did.
He puts his hand over Dew's taut stomach and a dark, twisted satisfaction starts to grow as he feels the bulge of his cock move underneath. All it takes is one big warm hand to wrap around Dew's straining little stiffie, a careful and intense thrust to the right spot and it's over for him. Aether milks every spurt and does indeed, kiss him through it.
“Go on,” he encourages. “Let it swell.”
“Nooo…” Dew gurgles, overwhelmed. “No, it's gonna be too much, Aether stop!”
“What a pity you can't fight me off then.” Aether says kindly as Dew's knot begins to swell in his grip. “You know what to say to make me stop.”
Dew shakes his head, eyes screwed shut and leaking tears. Aether laughs at him, low and dark.
“I knew you wouldn't.”
Now the real fun can begin.