Ares dropped into his nest with a loud groan, feeling like his whole body was on fire with exhaustion. He wouldn't admit that out loud – for obvious reasons – but internally, he was quite thankful that Hades downright chased him off, insisting he was useless to the search in that state.
A search that more and more looked useless and, for that, growing desperate. Because all of them knew that Senri was right: the fucker couldn't leave their mountain alive. The risk that he would bring all of the other Clans on their heads, demanding their lucky find, was just too great – and none of them wanted them to sniff about their territory… and find out how they ran their Clan.
He was meant to catch a brief nap to regain some semblance of energy, then fully intended to return to the forest and change Hades so he could do so as well. Even if he had to drag his white-furred brother back to the lair kicking and hissing, too!
Out of them all, Hades had probably the greatest grudge against the Hepaistos, and knowing why, Ares couldn't begrudge him that. They knew that if found, they had to make his execution properly public – because still too many of their people remembered the bastard's rule. But his younger brother hated him with an uncanny for him passion – always did – and he was pretty sure that if their uncle had the misfortune of being found by him… Well, he would likely be relieved by the time of said execution.
When their parents were killed, while he focused all of the grief he felt in determination to keep his brothers safe, only three years younger than him, Hades poured his all into taking care of Senri. Their baby brother was much younger than them – merely a toddler, not even able to Shift yet – but he was sweetness incarnate, and in him, his white-furred brother found comfort that helped him grieve. And when after the first few 'accidents,' they realized what was going on…? Enough said that after motherfucker compelled their brother to swallow down poison, Hades's rage was nearly as potent as Ares's guilt in allowing it to happen. Made tenfold by their hopelessness and fear, stuck as they were and too young to do anything about it.
They could only watch how their uncle set to ruin their sire's legacy, spreading ferment and misery, and bid their time while securing their baby brother the best they could.
Hepaistos ran their lair like a selfish tyrant – as, sadly, many others were still running to their knowledge. With none able to oppose him, even if he was considered a temporary leader until Ares's maturity, perhaps because of that, his viciousness in executing his wants was so fierce. Treating their people like they were there to serve his entertainment, he set down rules that years later made Ares's stomach roll. And took decades to dismantle after they got rid of him.
Now, they worked tirelessly to realize their parents' visions for how it should be. Their sire, Nyx, laid it upon his and Hades's heads that the leader is meant to serve and protect his people from harm, not abuse them. Their mother, Cassiopeia, taught them to honor Bast in their every endeavor because their very existence was proof of Her love. That with doing so, they were sure to turn Her merciful eyes toward them, and perhaps one day She would forgive their kind's transgression…
…and now, today, the moment he laid his eyes upon the wonder of his baby brother's mate – could he ever question that?
Senri was likely the most devout out of them all – due to the mix of his misfortunate upbringing and naturally romantic soul. He remembered being somewhat amused with the kit's insistence on them swearing to watch over him during his heats and not let anyone else near him. The frenzy of it was far from pleasant, and he would accept one of the many offers ahead of it while Hades would sneak out to meet his lover – but their youngest brother instead wished to offer his suffering as a tribute to soften their goddess's heart, so impossibly enamored with the Allagan myth. Each of them had a different opinion of that – he and Hades, that is – and while they did let Senri do as he pleases, assuming sooner or later he would grow out of it, they did also set to give him a proper mindset and education in every aspect of their kind's sexuality.
And it looked like, in the end, it was their baby brother who had the best idea – being granted the winged wonder of his redheaded mate.
Ares sighed softly, lazily dragging his eyes over the interior of his nook. It was small compared to the one he used to share with his brothers growing up – now Senri's – but he didn't feel the need for much, and whatever he did need, he could easily create or expand. Other than his nest and set near it scratching post correct size for his true form, most of it filled shelves with souvenirs from his travels or gifts from his Other friends.
And speaking of Others… He grimaced involuntarily and closed his eyes.
Soon into their search of that abandoned lair, they found three young of the different Other species, and he was really not looking toward informing their respective 'families' about that without having the reassurance of Hepaistos's head to present them with. Scared nearly out of their minds, the kits were escorted back to the human town and reunited with the white-haired twins when they insisted on that – and he couldn't blame them for preferring human company over Miqo'te after spending who knows how long in their uncle's 'care.'
He didn't know how the fucker got his hands on them or how he planned to use them – didn't truly care – but left informing the leaders of their respective communities for when they either have Hepaistos in hand or can no longer deny that he somehow managed to slip them. If worst comes to pass and he brings other Clans here, Ares wanted the Other kits safely tucked in with their own kind and as far away as possible from assured in-fighting.
Because short of Bastet's intervention, he had no doubt that they were heading straight into an all-out conflict, and despite how much it worried him for his people's safety, he couldn't – and would never – regret finding the last of Her blessed children…
…especially Damon.
The mere thought of that kiss made his stupid heart flutter helplessly, even as his gut tightened with arousal. Despite his misgivings about the kit's age, Ares never lied to himself, and he knew that the moment he saw Damon's eyes turn crimson – the unbidden thought that it was his presence that facilitated that… made something utterly primal and possessive purr inside him with delight. And then the teen completely blew his senses away, too… kissing and touching him like he owned him – making the very same thing in him roll over, begging to submit.
Fearless, fascinating Damon with cold eyes that burned and citrus scent that mere whiff filled Ares's mouth with saliva… but most of all, the barely there hints of vulnerability that set off his instincts to a furious life, making him want to protect him almost as badly as he was dying for another taste of those lemon-scented lips…
But he knew that he couldn't show his interest in him – not unless others had a fair shot on wooing him. Not unless Damon made his pick known – consciously or not.
But, Bast, how he wanted to be that pick…
He had to drift off to sleep at some point because the next thing he knew had to be a dream. Citrus scent spiked with arousal filled his head to the brim and tore a deep groan from his throat when hot skin pressed against his back. He couldn't remember Shifting to the humanoid shape, but it hardly seemed to matter when a downright devious chuckle proceeded a viciously sharp bite on his shoulder more than matched by a hard grip around the base of his tail between his instantly overheated skin and another.
Enough said, he nearly meowed as he fisted his hands in the fur of his nest, then whimpered breathlessly and shuddered when a distinctively smaller form shifted over his back, keeping him complaint with a rough grip around his tail when a knee was shoved between his thighs to make space for a hand that snuck between them and curled over his dick.
"Still want to call me a boy, babe?" Damon asked, pressing his cheek against his shoulder blade while he curled his hand around his more than interested flesh, and Ares groaned weakly in answer, helplessly rolling his hips between the two maddening sensations. "Let's see…" the redhead whispered, then shifted again and pulled back from his back, but before he could even think to whine for the loss of heat or gather his bearings, the grip on his tail pulled him back, and he almost choked on a surprised whimper, helplessly scrambling to all fours to follow it. "…good boy," said with another chuckle made his face burn so unbearably at the painful pang of arousal that he had to hide it in the black fur of his nest.
"Damon…" he trailed off to a whine when the grip around his cock tightened, unceremoniously pumping his flesh while the teen freed his tail to shamelessly coo as his hand clapped over his buttock. Hard. And before his thumb trailed over Ares's flesh and rimmed his opening, then pushed into him without preamble, ripping a breathless gasp from his mouth.
"I did hope this would be the case," the teenager hummed hoarsely with audible satisfaction. "If I don't know how long we have to play, kitten…" he said mysteriously, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when the redhead almost impatiently worked his body open, at the same time making him rock between the two sensations with the tight grip around his dick. "…so let's make the best of it, hm?"
He was too busy trying to catch his breath – each shaky inhale filled with lemon-scented need – to comprehend the situation before both hands suddenly pulled back from his body for a mere second before settling down on his shoulder blades and brutally shoving his upper body down while he was mounted with a nearly animalistic snarl.
It surely lacked finesse – or experience – but that didn't seem to matter as his body helplessly tumbled into the most intense orgasm of his long life, making him whimper and moan breathlessly, shuddering as the teen bottomed up and froze with a guttural groan.
"God, s-so good…" Damon breathed, pressing against his back and nipping on his skin while Ares drowned in the high spilling over his overstimulated senses. Curling his tail around him possessively was rewarded with the way the teen bit him harder, then hummed his name in hoarse but teasing notes, rolled his hips, slowly at first, and shifted against him with every carefully measured strokes until on one of them Ares arched with a choked shout when sparks lightning ran along his nerve endings. The teenager chuckled breathlessly with audible glee, then pulled back nearly all the way out and slammed in with a groan while he lost it as sparks turned into bonfires, making him push back against the scorching intrusion. "You can resist out there, babe, but in here, you'll be my good boy, hm?" and as a hard hit against his prostate accompanied each word, he could only mewl incoherently, rolling back and forth against his brutal thrusts. "Tell me, Ares…." Damon hissed, curling his hand around his hip and turning the rhythm vicious. And he shook, unable to understand what he wanted him to say as his body helplessly edged into another blinding peak. "…that you'll be… m-mine…" the redhead trailed off with a choked groan, and his movement grew jerky and erratic.
"Yours… ngh, fuuuck, pleeease…" he whined, so close and desperate his every single muscle tensed in the expectation of release, and breathing was impossible.
"Such a good b…" devilish satisfaction was cut off as his eyes snapped open, and Ares woke up with a start, whimpering breathlessly and shuddering violently alongside the rhythm of his mad heartbeat.
His triangular head shot up, and wild gaze trailed over the inside of his nook as he fought to catch his breath and understand what exactly had happened. He was in his true shape, not humanoid one, and alone in his nest, tense as fuck.
Was that…? He dropped his head and curled into a ball, trying to relax. A dream, obviously, but did that mean Damon was his, or was his imagination playing tricks on him because he fell asleep thinking about the teen?
…but then why the fuck would he dream of the redhead taking him like that and not the other way around…?
Damon was small and delicate and unbearably cute… Polite and controlled in his manners, and even if his kiss tasted of fiery temper… Now, as his body gradually descended from the edge, it was hard to imagine him acting like… that. Taking him like a beast and demanding his complete submission…
…and why would he enjoy that this much…?
He liked it rough, yeah, but it was he who was always in control. Did his consciousness conjure it, wanting to tell him something…?
Utterly confused, Ares itched for a moment to get up and find him – and find out if it was Damon's claim or his own fantasy – but instead, he forced himself to stay, trying to relax and fall asleep again. He needed his rest – before going back to the hunt – and if all went well, he would have time to figure this out.
…and he didn't dare admit – even to himself – that he was hoping to fall back into that scorching blaze.
"…my lord?" accompanied by a nudge against his shoulder shook Damon out, and he almost pouted at the blonde Seeker, at the same time trying to catch his breath and more than glad for the cover of the bubbles on the surface of the pool.
"Sorry… I had to drift off," he forced a sheepish chuckle, rolling his shoulders before he leaned back against the edge of the massive tub and looked around, hoping the heat and steam filling the massive cavern would work to explain his blush.
Now he did really get Raha's moaning that night!
He almost snorted at the thought before turning his eyes back to Rahm's mismatched ones. He didn't want to seem rude – falling asleep in the middle of the shapeshifter's explanation of the differences between Seekers and Keepers – even if it worked to confirm his suspicions: that Ares was indeed his.
If now, thinking of it while the blonde visibly relaxed and leaned back against the edge of the pool near him, he was quite thankful that the Seeker woke him up at that exact moment – no matter how much it fucking hurt!
Let Ares steam in it, and by the next time, for real… Well, he had a bunch of utterly depraved ideas about how to 'toy' with him. And only getting more and more interesting as his head still rang with the hybrid's pleading whines.
By the time Ares's ready to beg for him, this was shaping up to be gloriously fun!
"You were saying…?" he asked with a polite smile, then set to untangle his braid while the blonde went back to his humorous lecture.
Though warned about it beforehand, Shtola still could barely contain her glee when, among the shades of the dreamscape, she climbed on top of the blonde, and the gorgeously mismatched eyes shot open, instantly getting that adorably glazed look. Her mate looked so cute – surprised like that – that it felt like a reward for not pouncing on him instantly after she landed!
He was her reward, though, and Shtola was determined to pay Mother a proper tribute for him by fulfilling Her assignment to the letter.
Not to mention she waited for this task a thousand years!
"…Bast be…" her male gasped, and Shtola chuckled before leaning over him and swallowing the rest of it alongside his sweet flavor. And when he purred under her lips, tenderly curling his hands around her face, she knew – savoring each hesitant and near reverent brush of his tongue – that, like always, Mother was right.
Now, she just needed to prove worthy of Her gift by setting Bast's design in motion. Or rather: observing and learning as the foretold by the All-Seeing-Eye events unfold – and pray her kindred proved able to meet the challenge of Mother's plan.
Hades caught the scent nearly by accident, almost ready to call the search off. A few hours after he sent Ares home, and alone, he passed soundlessly a thicket of poisonous herbs and almost gagged at the scent of disease.
As kits, their kind learned to recognize the herbs surrounding their lair before they were even allowed to leave it because though their constitution was much, much sturdier than animals or humans, there were a few plants that were particularly vicious if ingested. Wolfsbane, for example, that humans so liked to see as their weakness, in truth caused nothing more than severe diarrhea, while innocently-looking poppy and its seeds could wreak havoc on their ability to Shift.
In the borders of their territory, due to that, they had designed teams that got rid of the dangerous herbs, while those which could have beneficial effects were cultivated or simply allowed to grow as they pleased.
Like this thicket of the wolfsbane that caught his attention and despite the offending smell barely masked by the scent of the purple blooms, Hades slid soundlessly in between the tall flowers of the herb, mostly prompted by the memory of their baby brother's merriment when Ares's told him that he granted their uncle a particular hunger for this plant. This thicket, though wide and thick, had to be at most a few decades old – springing up past the bastard's banishment, so perhaps if he did stumble upon it while fleeing…?
Hades, due to his standing out fur, while hunting, learned to be the most patient and truly soundless – too easily spotted otherwise. His lover, Hythlodaeus, loved to tease him about how much easier his brothers had it with their ink-black fur, but he minded neither that nor the teasing.
Especially not when soon his silence was rewarded with the sight of his prey, unconscious among the purple blooms that would fit well with Hyth's eyes.
At least unconscious long enough for Hades to pin him down with a vicious grin on his muzzle before their uncle buckled with a groan, muttering incoherently in a fever caused by the herbs, most likely.
"My, but you look pitiful, Hepaistos," he rumbled out, wrinkling his nose with disgust while the male swatted uselessly at his white paw set in the middle of his chest after he effortlessly rolled him over to his back. The fucker looked human somehow (glamour?), but not only the scar running across his face was unmistakable, but the face itself under it was a guest in his nightmares for decades, so he wouldn't confuse him with anyone else. The reddish eyes, glazed with fever, were the same as the ones that looked on with amusement when Hades accused him of trying to kill their brother. Now, covered in shit and vomit, he didn't seem as smug, but the memory was enough for Hades to snarl. "Don't touch me, asshole," and to emphasize that, he gleefully reached toward his Keeper side of inheritance and removed the offending limb, disintegrating it in slices from the fingers up to the shoulder – and enjoying to the fullest accompanying it shrieks.
"Hades…" when he looked up at the sound, he saw the group of the members of their Clan surrounding him and his prey in a circle and likely lured in by the fucker's screams. The one who spoke up, an older female of dark-red fur and with a scar running across her left, green eye – Diara – was sitting on her haunches, with her tail wrapped around her paws and looked toward him without an expression on her muzzle. "…we need him alive," she added softly, and he snapped his jaw with annoyance.
"I know," he replied, creating a blaze and seamlessly cauterizing the wound before the bastard could slip the execution due to blood loss. Proving his sanity, he looked about the present, then let another vicious grin twist his white-furred muzzle. "Though I don't think he necessarily needs his limbs for that, hm?"
"For sure, not his dick," one of the males on his left suggested gleefully. Hades nodded, then shifted over his prey, and none protested when he turned that idea into reality after dissolving Hepaistos's soiled clothes.
"With only one arm, it looks uneven," chirped one of the females when he looked up next, and he agreed with that, then set to course correct the lack of symmetry.
Enough said, by the time they dragged his uncle toward their lair, it was made easier by the fact that he missed any limb that wasn't absolutely necessary. All the while making sure he was conscious through the most of it.
His sense of time seemed completely skewed the next time Raha woke up, and despite the light glow of something that looked like crystals set around the nook surrounding the nest, he felt like it was the middle of the night. Though he hardly cared because when soft, affectionate kisses trailed from the base of his tail up his spine and between his wings splayed around him limply, he buried his overheated face in the blanket under him, biting back a moan when big, hot hand snuck under his abdomen then curled possessively over his dick, pulling his hips up until he had no choice but to climb to his knees.
"My gorgeous kitten," Senri purred into his neck, pushing his knees wider apart with his knee, and the redhead breathed a quiet moan when curling his hand around his cock, his lover growled softly as he took him, sliding into him almost embarrassingly easily. Feeling ready to burst with the scorching length of the intrusion, he whimpered breathlessly as he fisted his hands in the blanket, pushing back against it and ridiculously pleased with his boyfriend's throaty groan. "…so good, Raha," his shapeshifter hummed, then lifted above him and then untangled his hands from the material and laced their fingers tightly before pinning them down around the redhead's head. The heavy but soft length of Senri's tail wrapped around his abdomen and flexed over his skin while his gorgeous male rolled his hips unhurriedly, fucking him in smooth but impossibly deep strokes. Purring his name and other sweet praises, Senri brought him to the peak in no time, and it spilled over his body and senses in almost soothing waves, if no less intense than the earlier brutal orgasms. Not that those didn't follow when freeing one hand from his grip, his lover locked it around his hip and kept him utterly still when he knotted inside him and spilled with a deep, satisfied groan, turning Raha's sweet and hazy afterglow into the heated storm of the almost brutal spasms. And this time again, Senri's breathless gasps and whimpers joined his moans.
When the storm passed, he only grumbled something incoherent – even he didn't know what – when his lover pulled him back, still inside him, while Senri kneeled among the crumpled furs and blankets and though carefully avoiding squeezing his wings between them, pulled Raha to lean back against his chest. He gladly melted into his embrace while purring lazily, and more than enjoying it while raining kisses over his throat and shoulder, his boyfriend rubbed his hand over his stomach in a lazy rhythm matching his ministrations.
"Can't get enough, kitten," his lover purred, and he involuntarily hummed with an agreement, then sighed and flushed up to his hairline when his stomach rumbled loudly. "Aww… hungry?"
"Mhmm," he hummed while trying to remember when was the last time he ate. At school, before they were snatched…
"Here, kitten," his lover remarked, shifting his arms around him, and when Raha opened his eyes, Senri's hands were folded in front of him, like a tribute in the form of his last meal: a sandwich with a plethora of vegetables that he offered his shapeshifter a bite of, stating it was his favorite.
"…how?" he gasped involuntarily, turning his head to look at his lover's beautiful profile.
"My magic," Senri grinned toothily, then set a sweet kiss on his heated cheek that made his stupid wings curl with bliss. "You want, mate, I make for you, yes? Please?" he purred, then grinned only brighter when Raha hesitantly took the food from his hands. Mostly curious, honestly, he bit into it and almost moaned at how good it was – somehow even better than it had right to be!
"You… can make anything?" he asked after chewing and swallowing it down.
"Yes, anything for you," Senri chuckled, then shifted behind him, and soon with some maneuvering, he leaned against the jewel-encrusted wall next to the nest while letting him rest comfortably on top of him. "But… only the best for my kitten, yes?" he hummed, then grimaced slightly, pointing toward his sandwich. "No human toxins, Raha!" he announced sternly, then wrapped his hands over his stomach and nuzzled against his shoulder.
"So… you can create things out of nothing?" he inquired after mulling it over while sating the worst hunger.
"Yes, any Seeker can," his boyfriend replied, then sighed and buried his face in Raha's hair, purring loudly.
"Silly cat," he snickered involuntarily, then, when done with his meal, leaned back and ran his hand over Senri's forearm. "So… can I have something to drink, please?"
"What would you like, kitten?" his lover asked, nuzzling against his now apparently quite sensitive ear.
"Ummm…" he considered it, then perhaps to test it, but not push, decided on something that sounded easy enough. "Apple juice? Can you…?" before he finished the question, Senri outstretched his arm in front of him, and under his shocked gaze, a glass of the familiar liquid just… materialized in his hand, then his lover handed it to him, rumbling louder on those deep purrs. "T-Thanks," a tad shell-shocked, he took it and took a sip… and yeah, probably the most delicious apple juice he ever fucking tasted! "That's… so cool!" he gushed after downing the drink, and Senri chuckled into his hair.
"Normal for me," he said against his ear. "Seekers create, Keepers destroy – I can do both. Me, Ares, and Hades – my brothers – are both."
"Ah…" he frowned, vaguely remembering that Damon mentioned something about them being the most powerful of their kind. "So… what Allag can do, then?" other than have fucking annoying wings, that is.
"Sorry… don't know, kitten," his lover took the glass from his hand, then it sort of… melted away before he settled his arm around him again. "Many stories about Allag. Many, many but not… detail? Not about their magic."
"Figures…" he blew a raspberry, sagging against his chest. "Knowing my luck…? Probably it's something completely useless."
"Not useless," Senri snorted, tightening his arms around him momentarily. "Allag Bast's favorite, kitten. Powerful!"
"Yeah, yeah…" Deciding that he would believe that when he saw it, he wrapped his hands around Senri's tail when it coiled about his abdomen and ran his fingers through the ink-black fur, marveling at how soft it was. "But… can I change like you?"
"Shift? Yes," Senri replied with confidence that baffled him a bit.
"How…?" he started but trailed off and looked toward the golden plate guarding the door when it rang with the loud sound of someone pretty much banging against it.
Before he could even fully understand what happened, Senri grumbled something incoherent, and a big, thick black blanket covered Raha completely up to his nose. Wrapping his arms over it, his lover called something in that musical language, and the plate was pushed open. An unfamiliar female with dark-red hair and a scar over her face – completely naked! – stepped into the nook and said something that made his shapeshifter's arms tense around him when he answered. The woman nodded, looked toward him, and bowed, saying something, before she turned around and left, closing the 'door' behind her.
"We must go, kitten," Senri breathed against his ear before he relaxed his arms around him, and the blanket disappeared. Then a set of clothes – a t-shirt and jeans – covered his body, and he blinked with surprise, turning his baffled eyes toward the shapeshifter as he scrambled off his lap. "Sorry, possessive," his boyfriend chuckled sheepishly, putting his hand over his chest before pointing toward him. "My kitten, yes? Only mine?"
"Y-Yeah," he flushed but then bit his lower lip and pointed back at him. "My Senri, yes?"
The shapeshifter nodded eagerly, then shifted around and, on all fours, pressed a kiss on his cheek. He laughed involuntarily at how his black tail swiveled with enthusiasm and wrapped his hands around Senri's painfully beautiful face.
"Sooo…" he drawled, then seeing a lack of understanding in ice-blue eyes, pointed toward covering him clothes, then toward his silly – still naked – cat. "If you're mine, then you have to cover, too."
"Oh…" Senri grinned brilliantly, then a matching set of clothes materialized on his body. "Good?"
"Mhmm," he nodded, though relieved that his boyfriend didn't seem to mind his jealousy. No, if anything, Senri looked excited by it! Which was good because he was too fucking gorgeous to share the sight!
Senri kissed him again – on the mouth this time – then jumped to his feet and stepped out of the nest before turning around and offering his hands, just like before in Damon's room… nook, or whatever.
Raha sighed softly, then shifted around and grabbed his hands, letting himself be pulled up – if nothing else, Senri's blinding grin was worth putting off to later re-learning to walk properly – then, with some careful assistance, he settled in his boyfriend's arms, leaning against his chest as he wrapped his left wing over his back.
"Where are we going, Senri?" he asked suspiciously when his gorgeous male headed toward the exit of gis nook, tightening his arms around him securely.
"Umm… meeting? Big meeting, kitten," he clearly looked for words, then after they were on that golden-plated corridor, he sped up his step then soon knocked on another golden plate. "Sorry, Raha. Don't know in English," he grumbled, then before he could open his mouth, the plate was pulled open, and his twin looked toward them a tad owlishly, then his face turned completely unreadable.
"…what?" Raha snapped, instantly suspicious of the devious glint in his brother's now crimson eyes.
"Nothing much… Something happened?" Damon looked between them, and Senri nodded, then said something quite long in that language of his that put a strangely satisfied look on his brother's face. "…oh. He says that his brother found that asshole who kidnapped us, and there's going to be an execution," he translated after a moment with a polite smile, then added. "Execution, Senri."
"Yes, thank you," his lover grinned toothily, looking toward him. "Big meeting, kitten. Execution."
Damon hummed something, then disappeared behind that plate, reappearing a moment later, holding one of his notepads and a pen as he stepped out on the corridor.
"Not going to miss it," he stated petulantly when Raha sent him an arched look. "That bastard was supposed to let me know."
"Which bastard?" he asked with confusion when Senri, unbothered, turned and headed down the corridor.
"Ares," his twin said with annoyance, falling in step with his lover on his shapeshifter's left side so he could see him.
"Oh," he hummed, quite enjoying the sparks of temper in his brother's eyes if he carefully kept amusement from his expression. The more he heard about that man, the more curious he was about him – and hoped that, if nothing else, this would finally be his chance to take a look at the mysterious leader of his boyfriend's Clan.
He had to be quite something to make his normally stoic twin this… agitated, after all.
And not like he wanted to miss the show, anyway. Whatever the shapeshifters version of execution, he doubted many humans could claim to witness it – and he had very, very little sympathy for the fucker stupid enough to earn it. Especially after Damon's earlier explanation of why the scarred bastard kidnapped them and what Ares's told him about their 'uncle.' Already Senri's apparent excitement spoke volumes, too.
Only later, he had to remember to grill his brother about not-very-subtle smirks he was tossing his way ever so often along their walk.
