Opid

"i suggest you take your hands off me"
"you do not mind when Asmodeus touches you like this" the undertaker countered with a jealous edge to his tone. "I cannot believe you actually kissed him more than once!" he muttered pressing the demon against the expensive wall behind the first set of doors leading to their room. İf one side opened, Aiko would see them. The other, any number of strangers would have them convicted of sodomy and crimes against the church.
The demon growled quietly in the back of his throat. Did Undertaker believe that sexually assaulting him would do any good? The knee in-between his legs that pressed up against his groin was becoming almost as much of a nuisance as its owner. "Why should you be informed of my activities? You are a completely different matter than him." he shot back irately. As soon as Asmodeus left, he had shut the doors around them and shoved him against a wall. Why had those two been together so casually anyways? The Undertaker had even removed his wig and over coat.
The shinigami only pressed closer with a look of extreme constitution. He was not planning on letting this matter go, he sighed inwardly. "So you prefer your father as a lover over me?" the silver haired man asked.
The raven blanched for a moment at that statement, a look of surprise and confusion crossing his features. "My... Father?" he repeated slowly.
Taking a step back, his determined expression lost for the moment, he restated his earlier question with less conviction. "He... Isn't your father? But they called you his child." he seemed to be really confused that his assumption had been wrong. The customary grin he usually wore was replaced with an uncertain grimace. His hands even loosened their grip on the demon's clothes.
Unable to quell his desire to call the man out on his presumptuous idiocy, the raven haired man looked at him with a furrowed brow as if he were something quite distasteful. "Asmodeus did not sire me and i am certainly not your lover. İt makes me wonder what goes on in that head to give you ideas like that." he spat condescendingly. The grip on his lapels was tightened once more in anger as the shinigami fought not to show his error in his face.
"Then who is he to touch you like that?" he asked tightly.
A smirk crossed the demon's lips as he still showed obvious disgust over the misunderstanding. Now his father, oh his dear father would not be easy to deal with as his master. The shinigami was right that he was a second generation, meaning his sire was an original Prince, but he had the wrong one. That man would be far worse than even Lucifer if wrath were to befall him for the blasphemy he was committing. He wondered if the shinigami had paused to consider what the possible repercussions were when he started all this. The demon certainly had not expected nor wanted it to turn out this way. "Are we a little jealous?" the demon prodded. The older man remained silent so he continued on in a very even voice, as if he were speaking to an idiot. "If you value our lives, you will stop searching for answers." he warned.
Undertaker's jaw visibly tightened before a huge cruel grin split his face. Before the demon could resist, his tight velvet breeches were pulled down and a warm mouth engulfed his length. İt did not take long for the experienced man to get the demon up and lightly panting despite his futile struggles to make him stop. Pulling at the moonstruck locks did nothing to distract him from his hell-bent task. A slick tongue ran up and down the underside of his shaft swiftly as he bobbed his head in frenzy. His hurried and harsh motions suggested he wanted the demon to release quickly. A shameful punishment perhaps? Or just trying to assert his upper hand in the matter?
Neither seemed to matter when the doors to the room opened and Aiko stood there looking at her pristinely dressed guardians. To her it looked like she had interrupted a casual conversation between the two. Her lifeless eyes seemed to find no interest in the situation. "Angel, it is almost time to join Baptiste in the gardens to play the violin. He said he would be practicing the new ballet with the King after supper so we would have to have our meeting earlier." she reported.
The wigged man smiled. "Of course, Aiko. Let me help you get properly dressed in fresh clothes and we will be on our way." he smiled chauffeuring her back into the bedroom to change out her sweaty dance dress for a new one.
He secretly admired his progress with pinning down fashions lately. Her vast wardrobe seemed to stun the nobles and courtiers every day. The intricately sewn in rubies and diamonds patterning her petticoat and flawless abundant flow of her red silk skirts, coupled with her natural beauty and poise, radiated wealth and a strong attraction. The young woman- was she really turning thirteen this year? - was an enigma to all who met her. Clasping the overdress belt at her waist he looked up into her dull eyes that would not make contact with his. They had certainly raised an enigma. Cold, beautiful, and irresistible, he thought with the faintest touch of bitterness. He pushed it from his mind for the moment. "Are you ready, Aiko?" he asked gently touching her small delicate hands. She nodded without tearing her gaze away from the large mirror in the door of the mahogany wardrobe. He envied that rich glass with all his black heart. "Then take up your violin and we shall make our way to the gardens" he spoke with an affectionate smile watching her slowly turn to do as bidden. Perfectly obedient and so distant from him.
As they took their leave of the room, instruments in hand, the Undertaker stopped him for a brief moment and simply stared into his eyes. The demon wished he could see the windows to that man's soul that remained hidden one way or another at all times. Would he then get a glimpse into the motives behind this game he played? "Have a wonderful time, daughter." he released him from the moment with those dismissive words. The demon almost wondered if it was for better or worse that he did not know what the other man was thinking, idiotic or not.
His thoughts remained uninterrupted on the walk through the palace to meet the middle-aged Italian. This little thing the shinigami insisted on playing was getting very dangerous. Undertaker could probably return to his people if things went sour but the demon and Aiko had no such place of sanctuary. If it were possible Undertaker could take her to his realm and hide her there. He seemed to /love/ her enough to do that. The demon had no qualms with him giving their child shelter from the possible bad outcomes of discovery. But he would have no place to go. He would no longer be able to return home and would be hunted on earth. The rest of eternity would become an endless effort to escape from everything, with no destination at the end of the line. He could not let that happen. It should-
The musician's smile cut through to him as he remembered to don his own. "Éclair, lady Aiko, i hope you forgive me if you had to change around your plans to meet with me earlier." he greeting nodding his head to each in turn.
Aiko gave him a nigh regal smile as he kissed her hand. The demon wondered where she had learned to act so lofty and cool. He had always been around and only now this new person was surfacing. "We would not regret it even if it were so, Baptiste." the demon said formally, though seeing the Italian was not the greatest thing to do at the moment. Especially since he was extremely hard and he knew the man was attracted to him.
Lully's eyes flickered over his body quickly and smirked slightly when he saw the painfully obvious problem the other man was facing at the moment. "I am sure" he drawled knowingly. The raven fought not to twitch or let his perfect demeanor slip at the recognition. If the human didn't follow his every little move and undress him with his eyes he could have gone on with the day unnoticed until it went away. Fate was never on his side. "Shall we get started?" he asked innocently trying to get on with it.
"Of course~" the Italian smiled lifting his two penny up and striking a few successive notes. Aiko and the demon played it back perfectly, like an echo. The next section was longer and andante. Their volley was exact. The men were both locked in a battle of perfection that Aiko labored to match. Lully was visibly burning a hole through the demon's calm façade. Neither willing to admit defeat until one wrong note was struck. It was not screeching or awful, just slurred from the rush and not correct.
Aiko blushed lightly as the men broke their contest to look at her. "Désolé, can we repeat that last one?" she asked embarrassed that she had been unable to keep up.
The other man spared a final glance at the raven before turning to the young woman to replay the section they had just done at a smidgen slower pace. "of course, Mon Cherie"
Taking the chance to break into the musical session, the blonde Prince wrapped his arms quickly around his child and kissed him fleetingly before taking up a normal stance next to him, watching the Nepali girl listen intently to the melody. "Did you have a problem when i left? It seems you are a little eager for something." Asmodeus jibed with an amused grin.
The demon eyed him with a look that proclaimed the blame was all his. "It seems he was not pleased with the private conversations exchanged earlier. Apparently he thought you were my father and questioned my incestuous acts of intimacy with you." the older man grinned. "I am hoping you did not put ideas into his possessive little head." he accused lightly.
The lustful demon shook his head in bewilderment. "No, he was the one spilling secrets, not me. I might have riled him a bit though... I should almost expect as much from someone so ignorant. It's a shame the shinigami are so professional yet completely take their vast library for granted." he said softly. Suddenly a huge grin crossed his sharp features. "Congratulations on that, by the way."
He rolled his eyes at his master. "It was enlightening to say the least." he confided as his girl played the violin for the Italian. They both listened silently for a while.
"He's doing well, in case you were wondering" the blonde said eventually whilst watching the strange girl his student was rising.
The demon let out a long breath. "I was not, but he is on my mind as of lately." he confessed with a light tone despite his abhorrence on the topic of his father. When was he ever really doing badly?
"Thinking of how many pieces he is going to slice you into? Whether it will take weeks or years before he lets you pass out the first time?" he stated as if was a humorous exaggeration, which was completely false.
A wigged head nodded slightly to confirm his statement. "And whether she will have time to escape when it happens."
The two fell into a heavy silence again but looked to the entire world like two friends admiring the beautiful music floating through the gardens. Aiko had managed to lull Baptiste into letting her try the song by herself so he could appraise her work. Though the Italian tried to be inconspicuous, his interest in the demons' conversation was noticed. A small chuckle escaped Asmodeus's lips as he turned to smile at his troubled child. "the was i see it, you need to accomplish two things: breaking it to Lucy gently so he will support you and getting your problem taken care of. I suggest you see to the Italian Francophile for that and start letting out your little story bit by bit when you see Lucifer." the blonde advised with an upbeat tone. The raven raised an eyebrow at the latter bit of advice as if his master wanted the world to spin further off its axis. He laughed. "Don't look at me like that, the boy is very good at it."
"I really don't think this is the time for that" the raven countered.
The master gave him a slightly stern look at his unwillingness. "You are a lust demon, not an incubus. If not him then find someone else to exercise your nature on. Do not fail me when i am trying to help." he chastised. So even his master noticed he was going all wrong.
He bowed his head a degree in submission to his master's will. "Will you-?" he started when Asmodeus nodded understanding. He turned to his fellow violinists once more as they both looked up from their task. "Aiko, this is Asmodeus, a friend of mine. He asked to invite us to have supper and tea with him and Lucifer. I need to get daddy, would you mind going with him before us so we will not appear too rude?" he asked the young woman who had the slightest of pouts playing on her plump lower lip.
She batted her eyelashes and bowed slightly to her angel's blonde companion. "Of course. Baptiste" she bid him adieu with a chaste kiss on the cheek and followed Asmodeus when he beckoned to her to follow.
The Italian man smiled a bit sadly and shoved his violin back in its little holster he always wore. It was a simple leather strap worn over across his chest so that his instrument of choice was always easily accessible. "Well, it seems as if we have to end our time together, do we not?"
The demon shook his head, a soft inviting smile playing on his lips as he tilted his chin to the side. "I would actually like to have a few... Words with you first" The other man was instantly hooked. The raven's eyes smoldered a deep red as he led them deeper into the gardens away from prying eyes.
When they were finally in a place of relative seclusion, he pushed the human down on his knees and placed their lips together. He was teasing and heated, causing the other man to moan a little from the friction. Almost as if he was used to the drill, Lully pulled away and gently pulled down the demon's breeches. A hot cavern enveloped him with slow, sure movements of his tongue. As his head bobbed at a leisurely pace he ran his tongue over the tip, sensuously dipping in. His fingers were massaging his balls expertly. The demon actually almost moaned if not for the fact that they were in an open area. Instead, he carded his fingers through Baptiste's long curls and hung tight as his orgasm approached. It was so close..!
Suddenly his fingers were caressing long strands of silver as he came hard into the other man's waiting mouth. The pink lips he pulled up to kiss deeply and taste himself on were pale and soft. He put everything into that kiss but when he opened his eyes all he saw was the human who had just sucked him off. The kiss broke and he pulled himself back into order as the musician tried to gather his senses again. The poor man must have finally understood that he had gotten into the mysterious demon's pants because his clouded eyes cleared away with his smug grin. "Perhaps we can do more next time?" he suggested as the raven picked up his violin from where he had dropped it at some point.
"Perhaps, you were as good as Asmodeus said. But, for now, i must go join my companions." he said non comittally.
The Italian did not follow him when he left. He was rather grateful he did not have to make it clear he held no obligations. Unlike how he had to do with certain people, he thought. Wait. Had he really thought of- no, it was nothing.
The shinigami he was trying to dispel from his mind was waiting for him by the fountain as if summoned from the demon's thoughts. "You are late for retrieving me to go to the little tea party with your 'friends'" he stated flatly despite the customary smile he had on.
The demon smirked at him. "Perhaps i was not going to invite you. You are being mighty presumptuous today." he said straightening his wig and marching right on by.
"I am not stupid" defended the retired man as he took up pace behind him until they reached the shadows of the arch. There he placed a hand on the raven's shoulder and brought them right outside their destination on the other end of the palace. "You are welcome, by the way."
He scoffed at the comment. "I could have easily handled it if i was in a rush to get here." the demon coolly said opening the doors without warning to leave the shutting to the other man.
Inside, two Princes and a human girl sat around a rather large table in a front parlor sort of room. If there were front parlors in a guest room, that is. Pre-meal tea had already been served and it appeared that they had been waiting for their arrival. "Ah, finally decided to join us, child. Éclair is it now?" despite his disapproving wording, Lucifer looked rather happy to see them. Almost relaxed, a strange thing for the constantly worrying man. The raven found he was glad to see him this way.
The blonde winked at him. "Don't worry; you are only three minutes late. Come sit down already!" he chuckled gesturing to two open seats next to each other.
They both sat down- the raven after greeting his two elders with a kiss and the shinigami after jealously gawking at them and the fact that Aiko was between the Princes. A blind human could tell he was not thrilled about dinner together with them. "Forgive us for the delay." he apologized veneerly with a little smile. Neither had really ever been bothered by time anyways. "Have you acquainted yourselves with my daughter very well?" the raven asked removing his wig and outer coat.
The wavy haired man shook his head. "Not well, no. He kept talking to her about trivial matters. I am afraid i have not been able to get a word in edgewise." he smiled at his shrugging friend. Nothing had slipped, yet.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair as Aiko seemed to suddenly find the hem of her dress interesting. "That will have to be remedied over dinner then. It is nice to be reunited with you once more after all these years."
The other two demons laughed in agreement. Lucifer raised his wine glass in a toast. "To our glorious history"
Everyone raised their glasses in tandem. "And hope for a long glorious future" Asmodeus added, much to the raven's unease. Lucifer raised a dark eyebrow at the tag but said nothing as he downed the first glass and poured another. "Let us celebrate like Fruitimiere, eh?"
"i do not think that much exuberance is necessary, though we will have our own good time." Lucifer laughed taking a bite of his food.
Dinner passed rather smoothly. Undertaker's activities consisted of brewing and prying into cryptic conversations between the demons. To Lucifer, he could have been an insignificant fly in the room, he was adamant about not recognizing his existence. However, Asmodeus would allude to various things in such a lofty manner that simply left the man even more at a loss. Aiko mostly stayed quiet and small talked. He had to wonder briefly if she was sick or just uncomfortable with the strangers her guardian seemed to know well. Was she unused to being surrounded by two men she didn't know on either side? But, then again, she had not had a problem in Austria. It seemed that it was just in Versailles...
Upon finishing what was probably a bit too much (there had been plenty of stolen bottles from some royal cellar, each demon had consumed one or two each and Undertaker was almost done with his first.) he smiled and realized it was getting late. Aiko would need to have her bath drawn, hair brushed, and tucked away to bed. Thinking on it, he had not actually tucked her into bed since London. He would do so tonight, he promised himself. "I see, thank you for sharing the night with us, child. Good night to you three." Asmodeus smiled when he mentioned the lateness.
The demons exchanged parting kisses with the raven, the blonde being more passionate in his embrace than Lucifer's uptight one. Aiko was bid good night gently by both men with a kiss of the cheek that she took graciously. Then, as Lucifer imparted an extra wine casket to the raven, ignoring the shinigami completely, Asmodeus made to kiss the coffin maker as well. It almost brought an extra ounce of genuinity to his smile when the silver haired man refused blatantly. The initially confused demon merely laughed and leaned over to secretively whisper something in his ear that caused a mischievous grin to cross their features. What it could be, he wondered setting the stupid wig atop his head once more.
Their way back to their rooms was slower than their trip up with Aiko. She had never seen their powers as of yet and, hopefully, never would, so they walked as mundanes with her. It was always nice to simply walk. No running at the speed of sound or transporting through rifts in the shadows. Though, when Aiko turned a corner, the demon raced to draw her bath so that it would be ready when they arrived. His absence went unnoticed by both parties when he returned in time to catch Aiko's glance back for the key as they approached their room. He gave it up easily to allow her the honour.
She immediately threw the key to the side and went to the private bath room up towards the front left side. Undertaker glanced between the flask and the sound of sloshing water as the demon followed her to wash her hair. He shook his head in awe at the fact he had not noticed when the man left to do all this. The demon was still fast when he should be veritable drunk on fine wine. He waited patiently for Aiko to retire to her separate bed room before stripping down and heading into the wash room with the flask.
Inside, the demon was undressing and removing his extensive accessories. He did not seem to mind when hands drew across his body and climbed into the tub with him. Undertaker shared the wine with him and chuckled at the slightly cloudy look that revealed how drunk he really was. "Let me wash you, kitty" he said. The dark haired Adonis handed over the soap for the flask and let those long fingers roam over him softly and gently.
The demon sunk lower into the water, leaning heavily on the pale man's strong chest for support. The flask was already empty and floating about the dirtied soapy water. As they melded together in the warm water it happened to allow them temporary amnesia, or madness. Hands explored rather than really cleaning. Eventually lips collided in clumsy drunken movements. It could have been the wine but their insides were warm and they were content to forget the world. Forget themselves in their embrace. Forget why they were angry.
Slowly, hips started grinding, sending little falls of water over the side of the basin. The delicious electric current ran through them. As it went they could only let out the soft groans in the building pleasure. It was beyond mind blowing when they both climaxed. Neither one on top or bottom; just moving together as intimately as possible. They even floated together in the half full tub for a few minutes afterwards.
Undertaker, as the less intoxicated one, was the first to pull them both up out of the cool water. Toweling each other off they went to lay in bed naked. The shinigami curled around the demon pressed against his chest quietly and rubbed his nose in the damp black hair.
"You know, you were my first, kitty." Undertaker whispered through a yawn. His eyes dropped closed minutes later as a drunk and confused demon ly awake.
His eyes remained open until the early hours of morning, just before dawn. The alcohol was cleared from his system now and the events of the previous night ran through his mind. Suddenly furious with himself and irritated with the shinigami, he detangled himself from the older man.
Trudging to the wash room, he found the floor- and his clothes- soaked from the water that sloshed out last night. With a sigh and an angry glare towards the idiot responsible, he began cleaning with a certain level of speed. He set out Aiko's clothes on her bedside table. He was going to wake up alone, the raven promised himself with a last glance at the sleeping nude figure.
He tightened his blue sash and walked out of the door. 'You were my first' ... What had he meant by that? Surely not-
No, it did not matter. The demon cared nothing for the sick man that was steadily making his life worse. At least that's what he told himself as he met up with the morning chefs and helped prepare breakfast. He cared nothing, nothing at all.