"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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[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? ]

[internationalrelations]

[It was, of course, an objectively stupid thing to do, to trust a literal demon just because they'd come to you and promised you everything you could have ever dreamed of. And because they were absurdly beautiful and spoke with a voice that sounded like it was made from honey and bourbon, low and sweet and Alex lost his train of thought entirely as all the blood in his brain vacated for more southern climes.

He tilted his chin up to meet that kiss, eager, lips parted and tongue immediately warring with Henry's, as if he wasn't about to cede control without a fight. But he let his hands be guided, fingers only shaking slightly as he went about working Henry's belt free, and then his pants open.

Even just like this he could feel the shape of Henry's cock trapped inside his clothing with the faintest brushes of his fingers as he tried to focus on ridding him of his pants.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Congratulations, you have just figured out that Demons are highly blessed in the prick department. It was all apart of the appeal, there was no demon that existed that did not have a very large cock, even the females did-- and that was just a statement of fact.

It all but popped out of its pants for the enticement and warmth of Alex's hands, pressing in for affection and likely salivating all over Alex's fingertips as if it was something real. ]

You can be as rough or as gentle as you want, I do not mind Sweetheart. The fact that you are here is enough for me.

[ A funny way of saying that Alex was enough for Henry, wasn't it? ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex sure had made that discovery, and it was clear on his face, eyes wide as he felt Henry in his hand, as he folded his fingers around the frankly huge cock that he was greeted with.]

Oh.

[So good job on striking Alex Claremont-Diaz, allergic to shutting-the-fuck-up, utterly speechless, Henry. And the words that followed didn't help his dumbstruck state at all. When had he ever been enough just by being? He'd always felt the need to prove himself, to be good enough. He wore that chip on his shoulder like a fashion accessory, even when it matched exactly none of the rest of his wardrobe which was far more shaped like the cloak of confidence and bravado that he wore when the world was looking.

His fingers traced along the prick in his hand, a slow and deliberate exploration of the other man before he wrapped his hand around him firmly, a slow if somewhat experimental stroke as he watched the demon's face.]

But what do you like?

[lordfuckleroy]

[ So far Henry hadn't really noticed too much of the rampant talking, in fact while he knew that the Talamascan was quick-talking, he had been not as loquacious perhaps because of the whole demonic activity that suddenly had involved him, but Henry knew that it was only a matter of time before the krakan released.

Speaking of, it seemed that the cat did get Alex's tongue.

A groan as Alex started to stroke him. ] Oh I like that, very much-- in fact I rather thought it was up to me to take the reigns and here you are? [ And then Henry kissed the corner of a mouth, softly and gently with the barest hint of slithering tongue ] I am rather wondering if it would be too soon to take you so hard that you have to bite a pillow...

[internationalrelations]

[The unexpected demon pact, discovering his own sexuality and what had to be the most mind blowing handjob of his life, had been a bit distracting from his usual penchant for running his mouth. He did, however, have the wherewithal to smile with a noticeable smug twist to the corner of his lips at how Henry groaned.

For him. That was for him and because of him, and god was that an intoxicating thought. Something in Henry, in the way the demon looked at him, it made Alex want the demon to want him -- because fuck him he wanted Henry so much it felt like he could drown with how deep in lust he was. His touch lingered at the demon's prick, but it remained light, teasing, deliberately so.]

Mm... always been a go-getter.

[Alex informed him, voice light but ultimately distracted by that mouth. He tilted his chin into that kiss, lips parting to let his own tongue flick against the other man's. It was Alex's turn to groan at what Henry spoke. Considering the cock his hand was still caressing, he wasn't entirely entirely convinced that it would even fit inside him. But Alex Claremont-Diaz had never in his life been able to back down from a challenge, especially from one that had his own prick throbbing at the images it sent flashing across his mind.]

I can take whatever you have to give, baby.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ It may have been unexpected to Alex however for Henry, it had been all but a matter of time until the other man had fallen, and how he had fallen-- but those wings would fly again, for Henry would make sure that he soared higher than an eagle.

Oh wait, that made Henry even more gay (if that could be any more possible, thank you Bette Midler).

He bit at his lower lip with teeth that were slightly pointed, closing his eyes at the featherlight touch that made him hard in all the right ways; and it was by those hands that he knew that he would find such bliss-- intoxicating and vital. So he slowly lowered his hips down until they were in contact hip to hip and then he slipped his tongue against mouth and started to speak in other more distracting ways. ]

You will find that my capacity for giving is boundless.

[internationalrelations]

[Congratulations on being the gayest demon, Henry. Alex would be impressed if he knew. In fairness, he was already impressed by Henry in general, enchanted by him really, entirely enraptured. That much was probably obvious at this point in time, by the way he reacted to the other man, the way he looked up at Henry with eyes that were full of that fascination and awe. Or the way he continued that exploration and touch of Henry's prick.]

Promises promises...

[Alex breathed softly, letting his hand slip away as their hips come into contact. A soft moan, as he arched up towards him.]

Henry...

[A soft murmur as he relaxed into that kiss with a pleased sound.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ He soaked it up with a heavy-lidded sweetness while he resisted the urge to wrap himself around Alex, someone that he considered to be his while they locked their bodies in an undulation, and how he did roll himself as if he was the waves and Alex was the shore.

He could nearly taste that lingering breath, the possibility on it. He kissed Alex again and then he was attempting to slip the buttons off that shirt so that he could get at skin; skin to warm skin.

A nibble down until he could bite that neck, dragging teeth. ] I am going to ruin you, and that is a promise.

[internationalrelations]

[Alex had never been claimed, had never belonged to anyone, and perhaps he should worry about it more given that it had come at the price of his soul and the one staking claim on him was indeed a demon. He wasn't worried though, couldn't bring himself to concern himself with anything besides the heat of that mouth on his.]

Mmhmm...

[Distracted sounding, given that he was intensely distracted by everything that the other man was doing. He let his head fall to the side to bare his neck to that attention. His fingers curled against Henry's back, catching in the fabric of his shirt, and yes, that was in the way and really needed to go.]

Don't think I'm letting you get out of this unscathed either.

[That was also a promise.]