"I Consecrate my Soul to Thee" Witch/Demon AU

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a very specific reason why Essek was here at this moment.

All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.

However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.

There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.

He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.

And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]

The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.

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[lordfuckleroy]

[ Breathing was highly overrated when it came down to it.

He found the Talamasca completely pliant against him, melting like waves to the shore-- his tongue plundered though encouraged while he stroked the pulse against wrist, he could feel that the man was not unmoved by him whatsoever, especially not by the way that he could feel him hardening underneath fabric.

And Henry, with his element-- he was not a creature of fire, but of waves; reaching for the winged bird with waves that danced and enticed. Henry was the siren and Alex was about ready to meet both his ruin as well as his salvation. And how he started to shift and press himself hip to hip, grinding into him while they kissed a thousand sacriligeous prayers against tongues. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex's mind was racing too fast to keep up with, and thinking seemed entirely overrated, yes. To hell with thinking and breathing and everything else that wasn't more of his demon's touch. His demon. Heaven help him, but that was already who this blue eyed creature had become.

He finally broke from the kiss with a shaky groan as those hips pressed to his, at the awareness of his own arousal was made very plain to him all at once.]

Oh... oh gods... [Not that gods had anything to do with this, and it was not a prayer, not really, unless a devotional meant for the demon who'd taken his breath away.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ The Demon known as Henry gave Alex a wry and almost self-satisfied smile and then he leaned down so that he could press a hot swathe of kisses against neck, reaching between them so that he could cup the hardness that struggled to get out; there was absolutely nothing straight about this cock right now that seemed to vibrate to his touch. He was pleased, absolutely and utterly pleased that he would be this Talamasca agent's sexual awakening.

Against that neck he lightly bit, then his tongue lapped and it had nearly no business being both cool and hot at the same time. ]

You may say all the prayers to me that you want, I will listen to every single one of them.

[internationalrelations]

[Alex clutched at him, hips rocking towards that pressure. He felt dizzy, like he'd been deep in his cups for hours, like the room was spinning faster than he could keep up with. He let his head fall to the side, vaguely aware that baring his throat to a predator might not be his smartest choice.

He didn't care. His voice left him in a trembling, audible rush.]

Then... then please, I...

[He barely knew what he was asking for, except anything. Anything and everything that the beautiful man turning his world on its head would give him.]

I don't even know your name. [That suddenly seemed terribly important. If he was reassembling his world and building an altar to his new personal divine, he ought to know who to call out to in prayer and ecstasy.]

[lordfuckleroy]

You may call me Henry.

[ Not his full name, the son of one of the Arch-Fiend did not need this man knowing his full name yet. Right now Henry would do, it was something that could slip out of Alex's mouth, roll off that tongue. And if he had his way, that would not be the only thing rolling off that tongue.. eventually. ]

You are so pretty when you beg, but it you need not beg with me unless you desire it.

[ His nimble fingers was making quick work of the fastenings of the trousers, button undone and then his hand was sliding into the warmth underneath until he had rummaged and pushed enough fabric around so that he could wrap his hand around a rather lush cock. ] You are very very hard for me, that is a good boy-- I want to hear you sing, Sweetheart...

[ And then curse the heavens, he started to move his hand up and down that prick, carrying skin iwth it with each possible stroke. ]

[internationalrelations]

Henry...

[Alex echoed, trying the sound of it out -- though he'd likely be crying it out repeatedly if Henry kept this up. He shivered, undone by Henry's voice as much as his touch. Had he been begging? He hadn't realized, but well, he supposed he had been. And he expected he would again, even if his demon, even if Henry had told him he didn't have to.

He choked on a whimper, hips rocking wantonly into that hand as the other man worked his hand over him. Was this a spell cast on him? Some trick of magical seduction? Except even as those thoughts formed, he knew that couldn't be it at all. No, this desire was solid, a genuine surge from a wellspring inside himself that Henry was the first to tap into. Maybe he was slightly less straight than previously thought.

He'd come to terms with that later. For now he just wanted more. His head ell back against the hard stone of the column behind him, the only thing really keeping him upright at the moment. And he heard himself moan, his voice echoing through the otherwise empty room, filling it with the unmistakable lust.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Indeed, there would be much ecclesiastical crying if Henry had his way, where he would perish all thoughts of holiness and perfect piety out of this man; he had a feeling that this man was something untamed and he wanted it; by Demon standards Henry was very reserved and would assess a situation before he dived in. In this case, he also wanted to undo the limiter on Alex; although situations aside the limiter was framed as catholic guilt.

No, there was no place for that here.

Thoughts were not required here, only sin. He made sure that the other man was steady against the pillar while he jerked the man off slowly and methodically, could feel the precome lather itself against his hand; there was no way that Alex could avoid this and well.. all things considered, they could always do it again whenever the mood struck. ] Oh yes, you may let yourself go.. give yourself to the pleasure.

[ He had never tempted anyone before, and he was finding this decidedly enjoyable. He wanted to do this over and over again wtih his pactkeeper. ] Where should I put my mark? Perhaps your inner thigh? Or mayhap the small of your back?

[ Never mind who used mayhap in this day and age, obviously demons. ]

[internationalrelations]

[So much sin. And Alex was finding it harder and harder to care about that. What about this could possibly be wrong. Why would this be forbidden to him when every touch from Henry only made him crave the next all the more, building and building until there was no physical way to contain it?

His hips rolled with Henry's touch, caught in the demon's tide, building and rising and then all at once breaking, a wave crashing to shore as he came, Henry's name on his lips and those last few shackles of hesitation and uncertainty in him breaking away and dissolving to nothing.

He made quite a mess of Henry's hand and likely his own trousers given that he was still very much fully clothed, but he couldn't bring himself to worry about laundry right now either.]

Henry... fuck...

[Eloquent and to the point perhaps. But Henry had asked a question in those moments before Alex's world had shattered, and he thought he ought to answer.] Somewhere I can see it.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ There was absolutely nothing like this that could be wrong, Henry was perpetually amazed at the constructs that mortals created for themselves to keep themselves shut in, things such as sin and morality. All of which in the grand scheme of things, did not matter anyways; not in a world where humans were the ones who did the worst things to each other.

There was nothing wrong with what they were doing at this moment, nothing wrong in Alex enjoying it.

The come splattered all over his hand, it hadn't even taken that much at all-- he'd only been getting started. He used a bit of energy to gravitate all the come to his hand and then he slid it out, before he very surreptitiously started cleaning his hand up of the mess. Alex would find through some supernatural power, he was not as sticky as he thought he was. ]

How did that feel? To lose control?

[internationalrelations]

[Alex was a bit busy remembering how to breathe to answer straight away. He looked at Henry with a gaze that was still swimming, dazed and dazzled and watching the demon like he'd just been granted an utterly divine revelation. He swallowed against the lingering tightness in his throat before trying his voice.]

Good... it felt good. It was so good.

[Even if his face was flushed as he realized just how quickly he'd given into it, how easily the demon had drawn his release from him and left him wanting more. Left him wanting Henry. All right, okay, definitely into men. Especially dangerous blonds, apparently.

He reached out, fingers brushing along Henry's cheek, up through that spun gold hair, to trace the edge of a horn, exploratory, curious. Heated and with a half spoken but fully promised invitation.]

What about you?

[lordfuckleroy]

[ And Henry certainly did have cause for smugness where everything was considered. After all he was a Prince of the Hells, that would not change though of course Alex did not know that yet. Perhaps not the fairytale Prince but one nonetheless. After he licked his fingers dry of all of the precious spend that tasted like ambrosia to him, he answered Alex's question.

And he used that opportunity to trace his fingertip against that collarbone that was revealed. ]

What about me? You are mine now, Alex Claremont-Diaz, and I will spend all of forever cherishing you in the way that no one else could. [ Dangerous blond indeed, he was giving Alex these promises that were steeped in possession ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex had no idea that he'd met his prince charming here and now. Hell, he'd never expected to meet a prince charming, not given who and what he was. What he did know was that something about this man in front of him felt like it was calling to him, to some place deep and buried in himself that had always been there, waiting and wanting.

He watched Henry lick at his fingers, a moment to realize just what the demon was tasting before his face darkened in a flush. Oh. Why was that as hot as it was? Why did something thrill in his chest at You are mine now?

Gods, he was fucked. And he didn't care.]

Shouldn't you get to feel good too? [...what. He was being fair. Not insatiable. Clearly.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Oh, so Alex wanted him to feel good did he?

Well, that could be arranged though Henry knew that he felt good because Alex did; it was such as sharing one soul except, Henry knew that this had been mean to be-- he was enough of a romantic that he believed that with his entire heart. It was that struggle and desire that had caused him to join forces with Bren, because it was the invariable truth that their destined pactkeepers kept each other's friendship and counsel.

There had been no help for it really.

He pressed a kiss against Alex's lips, tongue slithering out-- and thereby granting Alex a taste of his tongue that had become intimately acquainted with the taste and flavour of him. And that was now shared with Alex. ]

Do you want to make love then? [ One arm around Alex's waist to perhaps loop him in closer. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex was aware how the bond between a demon and a mortal worked, intellectually. He was Talamasca, after all, and he was very good at his job, even if it chafed, even if he wished for more. More that he'd apparently now be granted.

He leaned into that kiss, any hesitancy or uncertainty gone. Once Alex made a decision, there was no second guessing. There was no doubt or hesitation. Instead his hands lifted to frame Henry's face, slipping back into his hair, running through, finding the edge of his horns, touching because he wanted to touch. Touching because he was allowed to. A shiver raced through him as he realized the taste of himself was still on Henry's lips.

That arm was all the invitation he need to step in closer to Henry. A smile had started its way over his lips, playful and bordering on insolent, as the kiss broke and the other man spoke.]

Do most demons call it making love? [Look he was just saying it sounded very emotional. Not that he was against that.] But yeah, I do.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Henry never forgave the fact that doublets went out of style, that attested to the romantic soul within himself-- the sort that would of course use the word 'making love' and it would be here where Henry revealed his true nature to Alex, one of unrepentant romantic as well as nerd who perhaps wanted to bag a Talamascan, moreso he had wanted Alex specifically.

The fact that he had convinced Alex to pact with him made him deliciously smug in a way that he would never give up for anything.

He leaned in, brushing their lips together while his fingers twisted in the slightly undone collar of Alex's shirt. ] I happen to be a classy demon, classy demons use the term 'making love'

[internationalrelations]

Oh. Well. I hadn't realized I'd manage to snag me a classy demon. I'm feeling pretty lucky right now.

[Alex leaned into that kiss, finding it surprisingly -- frighteningly? -- natural to be close, to be intimate. Maybe that should worry him, but he was looking into those startlingly blue eyes and falling straight into them like tumbling through sky into clear, deep water.]

I wish I'd know. I would've dressed up for the occasion.

[The occasion that he had not known was even a possibility of happening.]

[lordfuckleroy]

You did, and you should consider yourself quite fortunate that you will not have to worry about spilling blood on your nice clothing in public.

[ Or eating hearts without a knife and fork, in fact he was well-versed in proper table service and what each and every fork did; if only all demons could have manners like him. Look, he had even cleaned up his fingers after making Alex come. Never mind that licking fingers was probably a faux pas, he would take it.

But that was besides the point and he leaned forward to nuzzle their noses together and then he took Alex's hand and then lead him over toward the circle that had been vacated. The candles still burned however and it had a certain ambiance. ] But we should consummate our pact... you are quite correct, sweetheart.

[internationalrelations]

That actually is a definite plus.

[Blood was hell to get out of fabric. Or so he'd heard. Again, he'd been relegated to observer for so much of his life it felt like the world happened around him, that life happened to other people and not to him.

Except this, well, this was certainly happening to him. This was his in a way nothing else had ever been, and there was something exciting about that. Maybe he should worry at himself for being so quick to take this demon's offer.

But then Henry nuzzled at him and any defenses that Alex had been considering building up -- after the fact, mind you, so already quite too late -- were immediately razed to the ground. He lets his hand be taken, following after Henry.]

Right, yeah. Consummating. Totally should do that.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Here was Alex, taking the Sea Witch's offer which perhaps was not the best idea but well if Alex desired freedom then who better than a demon to help one see to that end. Yes there was the whole soul thing, but the thing with that was that it was one body, one mind, one soul--

At it's core it was a grandiose supernatural analogy of what married couples did all the time.

This was in essence a marriage, albeit a hellish one but that did not negate that there was benefits; such as the Demon coming with a dowry that was quite sizeable.

And much like any wedding night, there must be a bed so he quite simply created one and it rose just out from the circle that had been abandoned; a large four postered gothic monstrosity that looked like it came out of a ancient hungarian castle. It appeared that Henry was a bit of a Drama Queen. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex had, of course, been fed the horror stories of demons most of his life -- first by his family and later by the Talamasca. They were not to be trusted. They were dark, violent creatures, who only used people for their own purposes and left them empty used up shells.

But that wasn't the feeling he got from Henry. There was that pull he felt, the way his entire self felt like it was drawn to the demon. Maybe that was some byproduct of the pact. He didn't know. What he did know was that the hand holding his was warm.

His eyes went wide as the bed took shape, genuinely impressed by the magic, though it was. One hell of a bed.]

...subtle. I like it.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ This was marriage now, Alex. They had skipped the first date and went right on to marriage; and a wedding night deserved a bed like this; in this alternate universe Henry knew what he wanted and he was going to drag Alex right into it with him.

With movement that was well versed in dance, he switched the positions and then he was pushing Alex back against the bed where they were going to perform the most unholy of sacrements; he'd rather it have been in a church or the Talamascan precinct but this would do just fine, they could have their honeymoon sex at HQ, to be honest. ]

Have you ever been with a man before, Pet?

[internationalrelations]

[Count Alex in. Clearly. He wasn't entire certain how he was suddenly looking at Henry with the bed behind him -- it was genuinely a smooth as fuck little movement -- but here he was. A startled sound as he felt himself pushed, falling backwards onto the bed, draped there quite prettily, propped up on his elbows, looking at Henry with eyes that were darkened, pupils blown wide, rimmed by a thin ring of the rich brown of his irises.

He wanted this. He wanted Henry. Why bother trying to hide it at this point? He'd already made his promises here, hadn't he? His soul belonged to the blond now, so perhaps it was only natural that he be eager to give Henry the rest of himself.

A small shake of his head at the question.]

No, I don't... didn't... [A flush and he looked away now, oddly shy about admitting.] I've never been with another man.

[There. That answered the question.] ...I think I might be bisexual.

[In other news, fork found in kitchen.]

[lordfuckleroy]

Well that makes my job considerably less hard.

[ If Alex had been in essence, straight-- there was ways around it though Henry liked his male form, he would've adopted one-- but judging from how Alex had reacted to his hands down his pants, well that was a very big clue as to where the wind blew and thus he could keep this. ] Though speaking of 'hard'.

[ And then Henry used that opportunity to crawl on top of the other man, looking down into those whiskey-barrel eyes while he quirked a wry smile. ] I promise to make it very good for you, you can trust me-- I have been doing this for centuries.

[ He had actually been a bit of a whore during Shakespearean times, he had calmed down considerably-- it had been all of those poets and playrights. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Yeah, no, Henry was very much serving as Alex Claremont-Diaz's bisexual awakening by showing up looking like some fantasy made flesh. Was it any wonder that Alex had gone and fallen into bed with him? He couldn't be blamed.

His breath hitched as he found himself with Henry crawling towards him, over him. He looked up at the other man, at that smile on those infuriatingly perfect lips. And he couldn't hold himself back, leaning up to steal a kiss from them as Henry finished speaking.]

I trust you.

[And gods help him, he did.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Humans really were trusting souls were they not? But Henry was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the colloquial statement went. He leaned down and covered Alex's mouth while he started on the buttons, those prim neat buttons that needed to be taken care of right away. Henry was patient, but right now he had reached the end of it.

It was time to consume.

And so his tongue edged into that mouth and his hand slid under thigh to affix it to rest against his hip, he also put Alex's hand right against his belt buckle-- as it stood, it was time for Alex to prove to the world what a bisexual disaster he was, wasn't it? ]