Lucien pov:
I didn't do much the rest of the day, I read a few chapters of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, afterwards I had wolfed down dinner and went to bed early as I had tired myself out with Karl's soul this morning. I could still hear Karl's echoes talking to me but I was unable to answer him without making aunt Sylvie worry about me too much.
After I dived onto my bed, still fully clothed I relaxed my muscles for the first time of the day (not that I had any to show, I'd always been quite thin but boy did those non existing muscles hurt!) Karl or rather Karl's soul grumbled at me for ignoring him the whole day. *Sorry, I just didn't want her to be freaked out by the possibility of being seen naked by you, you know?* I conveyed the feeling of wiggling my eyebrows at him through my thoughts and he blushed. Oh I'd known of his crush on my aunt for quite some time now, but it was so cute to see him stammer every time she came into view.
He held up a ghostly middle finger in my mind, that feisty old man. I chuckled and didn't bother with his antics, as I summoned my powers once more and let myself get wrapped up in shadows that pulled me down.
After the quite uncomfortable fall I landed in what seemed to be a fancy hotel-lobby. And of course I fell right onto the floor next to the sofa that I had originally planned to gracefully flop onto and groaned while clutching the quickly forming bump on my forehead. I heard a low chuckle from across the room and sent my best death glare towards Charon, which quickly shut him up. Heh, what can I say, I can totally intimidating if I want to.
After remembering common courtesy, Charon walked towards me to me to help me get up and laid a pleasantly cold hand onto my poor bruised head, an action which I could only sigh in appreciation of. After a few moments he pulled away and I almost followed his nice cool hand but managed pull myself together in time.
"Well that didn't go quite as planned did it?" He asked me with a remaining hint of a chuckle in his throat. I only glared at him once more and he held up his hands in surrender as he looked me up and down. "I'll be fine, thank you for asking" I growled still a little miffed but I couldn't help getting a little amused too.
"Anyways" he cleared his throat as he held his hand out once more to help me up, then straightening out his, obviously new and probably ridiculously overpriced Armani jacket. I duly noted that his usually slicked back hair was a little out of order, which surprised me, considering his obsession with neat attire. I dusted myself off and looking around the unfamiliar Lobby. "You rearranged it?" I asked, surprised at the fact that he had actually followed my advice.
"Well if it's requested by someone as persuading as you are…" he trailed of, as his almond shaped eyes were scanning my body, taking in the sight of the clothing that I had on, or in this case, the lack thereof. Since I still didn't quite have the drop to this realm under control I often ended up with a few ruined articles of clothing, my connection with the darkness itself was never the strongest. It was pretty annoying and I had even thought of just not wearing anything, but seeing how the eyes of Charon were glowing ever so slightly at the sight of my bare skin, I knew exactly why I shouldn't. It didn't mean that I wouldn't do it anyway one day, seeing as I was always up for some fun. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not a man-whore… or at least not so much as he is.
I couldn't stop the shiver that ran up my spine at the slowly forming predatory look in his eyes and had to admit that I was a more than a little aroused by it. I let my eyes take in his sight for a second, he really was a fine looking specimen with his dark, slicked back hair, deep red eyes and flawless attire, the look he had taken on was that of Asian descend and looked absolutely delectable, but I knew better than to let myself go at this moment, after all I had another Spirit attached to myself right now.
But hey I aint no saint and this hot piece of meat is looking at me as if I am the first cold beer after spending a week in the Sahara so… fuck it!
He really was my type, with that whole dangerous and mysterious vibe around him, and his scent that smelled of pomegranate and freshly dug up earth. I couldn't help myself and sauntered over to where he stood, his eyes staying firm on me but almost literally burning with desire as I practically slithered my way over to him. I had quickly crossed the distance between us and laid my hands on his firm chest while he didn't dare to move. I could still tell that his breathing had grown heavier and his defined face was faintly lit up by the low red light of his eyes.
I leaned forward and had to go tip-toed just to even reach his chin, yeah I am really too short, sigh… anyway I let my tongue slide up from his chin up the side of his chiseled jaw line to his ear, just to see if he tasted as delicious as he smelled. He did. I kitten licked it once playfully and could hear him groan lowly as he bent down ever so slightly to give me more access. I giggled quietly and blew some hot breath over the wet trail that my tongue had left behind. I grew a little more ambiguous when I could feel one certain… ahem part of him poking my tummy.
I softly bit down on his earlobe and could feel the shiver that went through his body. Interesting, I should keep that in mind if I ever want to curry a favor with him. Lost in thought I began nibbling on his ear a little more, wondering what I should ask him for, suddenly I heard him give out a feral growl from the depth of his chest as he pushed me against the wall with my arms over my head. Abruptly torn out of my thoughts I could only utter a surprised shriek before he shut my mouth with his own rather roughly, his hot tongue slipping into my mouth and eagerly exploring every part of it.
I can't deny, he's a good kisser
I could feel his need growing bigger, along with his member, with which he was grinding against my crotch. I couldn't help but whimper out a moan, because DAMN he knew exactly what to do to turn a guy on. He paused for a second too look at me, his enlarged pupils seemed to swallow his whole Iris and it felt as if I was sucked into a bright red sea of dangerous pleasure. I could feel my own desire growing as he stared at me like a lion stalking his prey. I swallowed, hard, and then pulled myself together, because as much as I wanted this to happen, it just wouldn't be appropriate at the moment. Not that I really cared much but the duty comes first… what a shame.
I looked up to him innocently while he was still clenching his teeth, trying to get himself under control. I couldn't help but giggle again at his reaction and was satisfied that I had caused this sexy, usually so reserved man to react so much. I wiggled myself out of his grasp and gave him one last peck on the tip of his nose.
He had gotten his himself mostly under control now and glared at me, while Karl chuckled in my mind "ah yes, the youth is so passionate nowadays" he said to himself while pretending to hold his hands over his eyes. If I had to be honest, I had totally forgotten about that old coot during the swift make-out session but I sent him my best attempt of an inward scowl.
Charon pov:
I was having quite a bad day, because of some thuggish souls that had tried to escape and sighed. I missed Lucien, he was always able to calm any of them down in seconds, but he was currently reaping upstairs. I ran my hands through my neatly combed hair; it was one of those things that I had gotten used to doing while I quit smoking. I tried not thinking of the more fun ways to cope with stress, angry sex for example, hmm I wonder if he'd be up for that? My mind drifted off as I imagined the golden boy riding me with a flushed face, slowly rubbing himself on me, his hot skin grazing my cold body and warming it with desire while he was moaning with his angelic voice, his eyes watering from the pleasure and I could feel myself growing quite aroused.
As if I had summoned him with my imagination I could suddenly sense his aura rapidly nearing the Lobby. For a second I was wondering if I had fallen asleep and if Lucien would descend like an Angel from the ceiling, to entangle me in his warmth and to have some hot and sweaty sex, but I almost chocked on air in amusement when he fell onto the floor instead, hit his head on the ground and just laid there for a second, as if he was wondering if he should just stay down. Not that I minded it very much, he still looked delectable, laying on the floor especially as he lifted his head to glare at me with eyes that promised me that I would double-die if I didn't shut up.
I bit back my smile and went to him to offer my help, still very tempted to tease him a little.
He looked quite good, for someone that had just fallen from a considerable height, except for the bruise that was quickly forming on his forehead thus I laid a hand on his bruise, basking in the feeling of his warm skin. Lucien closed his bright amber eyes and leaned into my touch looking as if he was about to start purring and I wanted nothing more than just stay in the position forever but my legs slowly started to camp up so I with Tom my hand while enjoying the small whimper he unconsciously produced. His eyes fluttered open and he gave me his best glare. His pout looked adorable but I knew that he probably wouldn't forgive me if I was to pinch his cheeks now.
He stood up and I straightened out my attire I looked down on his small form, noticing his torn shirt with his slightly tanned skin glowing seductively through the rips in the fabric.
Once again my mind began wandering off to the indecencies I would love to do to him and my body started to respond to my imagination. Apparently my desire wasn't as well hidden as I though and he got that mischievous look in his eyes, that promised me trouble. Slowly, he started walking towards me, juicy hips swaying and his gaze set on me. I breathed in deeply, trying to keep myself under control but when he reached me, I knew that I had lost. One of his sleeves was ripped off from the fall and as he was raising his arms to reach my neck, the tear on the side gave me a sinful flash of a perky, rose colored nipple. My breathing grew heavier as I was honestly struggling not to press him down to the floor and ravage his body until his throat was too raw to even give out the slightest moan. So immersed in the imagery, I was ripped from my thoughts when he started to slowly drag his tongue up my throat, and to my ear. I cursed inwardly, I had never told him my weak spots, but somehow he would always have a way to get beyond my defenses.
I couldn't force back a low growl of pleasure when he bit into my earlobe, my dick now rock hard as he was apparently distracted while practically chewing on a spot that could almost instantly make me cum. The torture was too much for me, so I spun him around and pressed his tiny frame against a wall while claiming his mouth. His tongue was hot and he tasted like honey, it always surprised me just how perfect he fit into my arms. His soft moan reached my ears just as I was trying to convince my body not to just turn the younger man around and to fuck him silly on the wall right then and there, while my cock was clearly doing its own thing, grinding up against the clearly erect member of my longtime co-worker. I had always desired the boy, from the moment that I saw him and I knew that he could tell. He always teased me, always going a step further, and always leaving me hanging with blue balls and lots of fap material.
I had gotten myself mostly under control, when Lucien leaned forward, giving me a peck on the tip of my nose, his eyes twinkling in amusement and a little regret and slipped under my arms out of my reach. Then he frowned for a second and seemed to think about something and I realized that the reason he was here was most probably because he was carrying a soul with him and I blushed ever so slightly in embarrassment. Lucien then wiggled his fingers at me in a twinkling motion, and practically danced away from me. With a twirl, he got swallowed by dark smoke that sunk into the marble floor.
I leaned onto the wall that I had him pressed against a few moments ago, buried my hands in my hair and let myself slide to the floor. After a few minutes of contemplating I sighed deeply and then stood up, willed the few dust particles and wrinkles out of my suit and the opened the gates once again only to almost get overrun by a large group of ghosts that were making way too much noise for my current emotional state. "SILENCE", I growled, pouring some power into the command and the souls shut up immediately. Satisfied, I nodded at them once and the ordered one of the Support ghosts to take over for a bit as I rested. Ever since the war against Gaea had occurred, there were less problematic ghosts in the underworld, as the miasma from the monsters had thinned out quite a lot, however it was impossible to stop all bad from earth so there was always work to do. Exhausted as I was, I chose to activate one of the robots Hephaestus had forged for my needs and then went to bed. Although the robot wasn't able to do the job as well as a sentient being, the Support ghost was there to do that job.
These selected souls were the ones that had died a peaceful death, while completely accepting their end. They were very valuable, as they were not only able to calm down other spirits but also lower the aggressiveness of various monsters. However they were also very rare because not many people died without regrets, pain or lingering desires, this had all changed once Lucien came along, he had the power to put almost any sentient being into a tranquil set of mind, in which they were willing to talk and listen to him, coupled with his natural persuasiveness, he could be regarded as one of the most precious workforces within the underworld.
I left the room and the two helpers to themselves. Exhausted, I stumbled into to my temporary bedroom, willed some silk trousers onto me and then fell onto my bed, my head was still full of dirty fantasies that I just couldn't get out. My body screamed to find relief before I went to sleep. Sighing, I let the room in front me get consumed by darkness and my imagination do its work. Roughly I touched myself, impatient, angry that the boy had such control over me, although I had sworn to myself not to lose composure. Breathing heavily I released my pent up emotions while imagining his seductive lips parting to lick other parts than my ear, with a breathless groan I came, hard. I cursed and dragged myself to the bathroom.
While I let water run down my body, I tried clearing my head but it didn't work, all I could think of was the pretty blond joining me and… I stumbled out of the shower and threw on a bathrobe, while my hair was still dripping wet, I looked at myself in the foggy mirror, "pathetic" my reflection spat at me and I closed my eyes. With my last strength I dragged my body to the bed and the second my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.
An: oh deary me, wasn't that steamy? If you were wondering, yes Charon is "only" the ferryman but he is still a god, a minor one, sure but still a god employed in the underworld. So why not also give him some power in the domain of his boss I mean he is still playing an important role there. Conjuring up stuff or "willing" it kind of has to work for him, maybe he aint as good as Hades at it but he still has the powers of a god. Also what else are his powers supposed to be? Making a boat wherever he is? I mean yes but also BORING!