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5 wines down, a long speech from Lucifer about unity, sacrifice and exorcists, and it was almost a relief when a Sinner approached him for conversation.
Stolas was sitting nursing wine number six, perched at a table with his legs crossed daintily at the knee because thank goodness, the seating and tables had been provided in a wide variety of heights and strengths for the various demons and Sinners. The Sinner who was approaching did seem to be around his own height though, although maybe broader.
Lilac skin, a deep red cloak with a ruff not entirely unlike his own royal attire, and one long, feathery antler thing, white and black like a gaudy monochrome peacock. Hide the extra arms, add a bit of a costume and from a distance he might look a little like a Goetia.
“Stolas I presume? I'm one of the overlords in attendance, you can call me Val.”
He did a little bow, of sorts, that sort of made up for the lack of polite address. Stolas found he couldn't mind too much, anyway. The longer he contemplated the formalities and rituals of his life the more hollow they seemed. At least interacting with Sinners was… refreshing.
‘Val’ offered a hand, long and black fingered like his own.
He was tall, close up, probably not a lot different to Stolas but seated, and with those broad shoulders he really towered. The red drape behind him added to the imposing figure he cut, black shirt open to show a broad expanse of chest, a button too low that surely must be accidental because Stolas could almost see a hint of deeper lavender nipple. He quickly drew his eyes back up, but not before noting the leather harness that wrapped over his shirt between the sets of arms, two straps over his shoulders like braces.
Oh! The hand.
Stolas went to grasp it, but Val instead, quicker than a flash, grabbed his fingers and bent down to press a kiss to the backs of his knuckles.
Stolas felt himself flush. Surely this was just some perverse joke, Stella sending in some charmer to embarrass him.
Still, no comment was made, no blessed guns or knives appeared, and Stolas had to consider that maybe that was just the trauma speaking. They were at an invite only elite gathering, and indeed this Val looked flattered to be talking to him, and slid into the seat next to Stolas with a pleased expression. That was rather nice.
“I, hello, yes. I'm, you can call me Stolas. Nice to meet you.”
Val chuckled, but it wasn't mocking, just low and warm.
“I was watching you from over there for a while, finally thought I should say something before the party wrapped up. I'd have brought you a drink, but when it's all free I thought you might prefer a smoke.”
He held out a hand, this one tipped with gold jewelry that mimicked other demons' claws. Not an unpopular accessory, but one Stolas had never pulled off with such grace. The cigarette was pink, resting between his fingers so casually Stolas didn't quite know how to reach out and take it without touching the other demon.
“Oh! Thank you, yes, something else as a distraction might be just the thing.”
He carefully plucked it from Val's hand. His skin was soft, warm and dry.
“Light?”
Stolas went to offer his own magic, but Val was already holding an elaborate lighter between them, leaning in to touch his own cigarette to the flame. Oh, he was bold.
Stolas knew this move. He popped it in his beak and leant into the lighter. He even gave Val a brief, flirtatious glance. Nailing it. He didn't need Blitzø. He was a prince, he could flirt as he liked.
Somehow that thought felt even more hollow to articulate, even to himself, but thankfully Val was leading the conversation already.
“I don't think I've seen you at one of these before, or I'd certainly have remembered.”
“The Ars Goetia rotate who attends, as there are rather a few of us. Need to show a presence, I suppose, although I can't say I relish these events.” Stolas took another sip of wine. Fuck it. “I find them tremendously dull, actually, although I don't suppose I should say that. You won't tell, I hope?”
Val chuckled, “Secret is safe me with me, Stolas.”
He had a faint accent, hard to distinguish between the wine and the smoke. There was definitely something a little heady in the cigarette, although it wasn't strong.
“What is this, by the way?”
“Nicotine, and a little something… herbal. Not as strong as my signature personal blend, but nice, don't you think?”
Stolas chuckled and took another drag. It was definitely making him feel rather warm, a welcome upper after the alcohol. In some more logical part of his brain he wondered if he should have accepted without knowing what it was; Sinners were Sinners for a reason and it was best not to interfere. But even drunk, no Sinner could rival his own powers. Nor would they dare hurt him under Lucifer's roof, so no harm in letting go a little. Lord knows he never had, and look where that got him?
“What is your signature then?”
“Far stronger than this, although maybe not for a demon like you.” He blew a heart in Stolas’ direction, gray smoke suddenly a hot pink cloud that danced and spread around him. It smelled sweeter than what they were smoking, too.
“Oh very nice, maybe I should try it!” The air sizzled with something tingling and magical that spoke of some charmed potency. Fascinating.
Val chuckled, “Maybe you should.”
Stolas smiled. It was nice to have a conversational partner after the last hour or so, and he had to admit, Val was hardly hard on the eyes. This night was looking up.
–
The wall of the hotel was hard and cold as Val slammed him into it with surprising force. Pinned, Stolas groaned as Val nipped into the sensitive feathers of his neck with skilled teeth. He'd thought he was taller when they'd first kissed in the shadows outside the grand hall, but now he was definitively beneath the moth, knees buckling as one of the many hands slid around his waist and squeezed.
Long hands, delicate but large enough to meet around him. Pin him, hold him still. He could feel himself getting wet at just the thought, a rush of blood straight between his legs in a needy pulse. Even faster than usual, what was wrong with him?
Satan, if they didn't get into the hotel room soon Stolas was going to let this man fuck him against a wall in public.
The thought sent another throb between his thighs that made his knees even weaker as Val cupped the back of his neck and intertwined their tongues again.
Stolas broke away with a trill.
“Please, inside. Room. Go in the room.”
Val chuckled, taking the key card where Stolas was ineffectually slapping into his side. A plea; don't make me do something I'll regret.
Val was so warm and solid and the air was cold and empty as he stepped away, pacing down the corridor to find the right number. Stolas took a breath, then trotted behind him, sinking back into his side as two left arms opened to accept him. There was something addictive about his smell, too, something both clean and musky that he just needed to drink in. He needed to touch him - he needed-
Val opened the door and this time it was Stolas crowding into him, tossing the card aside and pressing Val into the interior corridor as the door swung shut behind them.
“I need you, now. Right now. Inside me.”
“Bold bird, we're barely inside the room-”
“Now, dammit-”
Stolas was tearing at his clothes, pulling buttons loose in his haste, but a hand caught his wrist as he reached to grab the cape thing.
“No no, that stays. It's part of me baby.”
That made sense as the fur was warm, an attached collar growing from Val. Stolas had been hands deep in it as they'd made out in the taxi here. Instead he dropped his free hand to Val's belt, the buckle a gold crescent moon, and tugged there instead.
“Please. You don't know the week I've had. I need to be fucked, like, yesterday.”
Val chuckled, and helped him, undoing the buckle and sliding Stolas' reaching hand down into his pants. Finally.
“They say patience is a virtue, no?”
Stolas pushed into him, grasping his hand down, “Not if- oh goodness, you're so large.” He paused, hand loosely over Val’s hot cock, squeezed between the fabric of his pants, “I've never done this before, you know?”
Val seemed suddenly shocked, “Fucked?!”
“Oh, Satan no, I mean,” Stolas slid his hand down a little more, twisting against Val's trousers to find more of that delightful velvety cock, “Fucked someone randomly in a hotel room. A hook up, I think you call it, no?”
Val took his wrist guiding his hand lower and unzipped the annoying pants in the way of better access. Oh… Was that metal? Was he- pierced? Stolas shuddered, but Val was talking.
“I'm hardly random, Princeling. You got lucky, I mean, I'm the best cock this side of hell. Go on, feel.”
Val laughed lower, throaty and warm as Stolas grasped his hand around him and pulled him free of his pants. He'd guessed Val was well endowed from their grinding in the back of the taxi but this - this was something else.
He managed a small, “Oh.”
“Let's warm you up first baby, or I'll split you in half.”
Stolas felt his eyes widen even further as his hole pulsed.
“Maybe I'd like that.”
Val smiled, wide, all pink teeth and desire, a dangerous smile and something in Stolas’ belly did a little flip. He had chosen well, “Oh we're gonna have such a fun time tonight Prince.”
It took them a flurry of buttons and clasps and Stolas was kicking off his breeches, cape pooled on the floor and his jacket half open to a plume of feathers and slender gray belly. They swapped places in the dance and Stolas found his own back to the wall again, just how he liked it. Val's hands were reaching down, caressing, sliding his legs apart to reach between.
“I have a cloaca- I hope that's-”
“Fine by me Prince. I know my way around one.”
“Oh! That's good - oh- that's - oh.”
The reaching hand had slid between his thighs, the pads of two fingers sliding unceremoniously over his hole, causing him to twitch and buck up. No hesitation, Val knew where to go. His fingers were warm and sure and dragged with a delightful teasing pressure.
“Oh! Val!”
“Sensitive little bird, you're so wet for me.”
“Please pleasepleaseplease-”
“Bed?”
Stolas shook his head. No time. “Against the wall.”
“Oh, I like an eager slut.”
Val almost seemed to be waiting for a response to the dirty talk; testing the water. Stolas’s twitch against his probing fingers had to be the evidence he was after, because another one of Val's many hands grabbed Stolas by the hips and lifted him, back pressed to the wall. He was strong, too.
Stolas curled his long legs around Val, and grabbed his ruff of warm smokey fur just as that probing hand caressed him again in a way that made him hoot, and then something small was pressing inside him, just a casual finger. It was barely anything, but he keened and grasped harder, his breath escaping him in a gasp.
“I need more - more - put your cock in me.”
“Si, si, alright tilt your hips towards me. There you are, there's a good boy.”
A shuffle of ten limbs, an adjustment of angles. Awkward, fucking against a wall. Then a sweet hot press of a hard cock against him, bumping, smearing his need. No lube, no condoms. He didn't care. If Stolas wasn't filled this instant he'd bring the stars crashing down to Hell.
“Easy, easy, bear down and relax, you can take me.”
Val was guiding himself with a hand, no doubt, or the way Stolas felt himself clench and flutter would have dislodged him from his path. The press was bigger than Blitz had ever been, searingly wide and that hot edge of pleasure that bordered right on just pain, every nerve alight and smoldering. Stolas felt like a piece of parchment, burning at the edges in a tantalizing glow. Lower and lower it burnered, till the hot embers were threatening skin.
A gasp, a flash of pain and Stolas felt himself reflexively clench down, speared and barely half stuck on Val, tightening, breathing in a fluttery shiver.
“Relax, amor, kiss me again, I got you baby, you feel so wonderful around me.”
“Yes-” he was breathy even to himself, body taught like a harp string, his hole pulsing around Val’s hot intrusion. Relax, Stolas. Val’s dark hand brought his chin up, his long moth tongue unfurling. A kiss - a kiss. He needed it. Val was drooling, wet and thick and heady but somehow, so gone, Stolas didn’t mind one bit.
Their mouths were as close as you can get with a beak, all tongues and wet before Val’s tongue pushed so deep inside his mouth it almost made him gag. Stolas coughed, and swallowed down that thick pink drool. Val petted the back of his neck, possessive and calming, his thumb tracing down the column of his throat to feel as he swallowed. It took a second, but then something hit his stomach like a rush of a knocked back whiskey, and his hole pulsed with an immediate rush of slick. Satan.
Stolas keened, and felt that outrageous dick slide deeper in a slippery rush of pain and burning pleasure.
Val crooned, pleased.
“That’s it baby, I knew you could do it.”
“Oh holy shit. Oh, goodness. Satan. Oh.”
Stolas squeezed his two main eyes shut. He felt so full, almost bloated and uncomfortable, things pushed aside. But the burning lust within him hadn't cooled even a little, only flared brighter. Val was stroking a hand up and over his belly, feeling himself through the thin wall of Stolas's stomach muscles, another hand soothing, petting at his hip.
“There's a good boy, a good bird. All full for me. You’re so pretty.”
Stolas wrapped his arms as far as he could around Val’s fluff adorned shoulders. To steady him, but also to draw his face closer. Val was still clothed in that sexy leather harness and half open shirt, cock only just free of his trousers. Stolas summoned what voice he had remaining, and moaned into Val’s ear:
“Ruin me, Val.”
He felt the rumble in Val’s chest, almost like a purr, a strange insectoid noise. Two hands brought Stolas flush to him while the others adjusted their grip on his thighs.
“With fucking delight, princling.”
The Sinner didn't start slow, exactly, but they moved together in an animal rutting motion, Val rocking into Stolas as he was pressed to the wall. Not much space to move, no grand porn star rises and falls onto the no doubt stunning cock that was splitting him open, but the intensity, closeness, physicality was exactly what he needed after- no - don’t think about Blitz right now. Val’s four hands were a blessing; he was everywhere, touching every part of Stolas all at once. The catch of the piercings hurt the rim of his cloaca, still tight and unused to the girth but it only inflamed his need. The drag inside was blissful and intense.
Stolas came suddenly, clenching, gasping in little aborted wails, feathers crushed against the wall, one foot up on a dresser, Val was mouthing into his neck as Stolas pulsed and squirted around him.
“So quick Princeling,” Val breathed heavily, slowing his thrusts as Stolas made a pitchy whimper, “Shall I keep going?”
“Need a second- kiss. Kiss me.”
Val brought their mouths back together, snaking all four arms tight around Stolas like a vice, moving them both away from the wall and swinging them round to the bed. Had he ever been carried by a lover before? He curled his foot claws round the backs of Val’s legs, keen not to ruin the illusion of being small against this man by a toe brushing the floor. To be held, used, fucked. As Stolas’ back hit the mattress he felt another wave of heat pulse in his sore core.
He nodded into Val’s face, “I need you to come in me. Ruin me, breed me. Mark me - use me up and- ooooooh . Yes!”
Val wasted no time in thrusting in hard, still seated deep within Stolas’ body. The squelch this time was audible; he was fucking Stolas’ come back into him. Val was positioned over him where he'd cast them down on the bed like clothes thrown off in a hurry, half on, their legs hanging off the side and Val pushing them up with each movement, balanced on four hands, his practiced thrusts never easing as he situated them better on the mattress. Stolas kept his legs wrapped around his slender hips, keeping him in, closer, deeper. He had recovered already, sore but throbbing around Val.
Val's cape fluttered. Val's wings fluttered; velvety red lifting and flaring from his shoulders, out and then back down to drape in a silky line down his back. Beautiful.
The pace was good, enticing, rubbing him hot and sore at the same time. But Stolas still felt bright and electric with need; something more. Something else. He needed-
“Harder, harder. You can hurt me. Hurt me- choke me and breed me-”
Val looked delighted, tongue lolling out of his mouth and his eyes fluttering shut as Stolas clenched around him as he picked up the pace.
“Oh Prince, you are filthy-”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Loosen your legs baby, let me plough you proper.”
“Ah, yes, yes.” It was a herculean effort to unclench his thighs from Val's hips. His brain felt absolutely hazy with need; anyone could walk in right now and he would still tell Val not to stop. Thirsty slut, broken bird. Sold his life for-
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
Val pushed them both, finally, securely onto the mattress, and propped on his lower elbows brought his upper gold tipped hands to encircle Stolas' neck. A gentle squeeze, just testing, his thrusts inside him slower.
“You said choke me, Princeling. Just your cunt talking or do you want it?”
“Ah, I want it, please, please don't stop, please choke me hurt me, break me!” Stolas blinked up at Val. Similarly large, pupil less red eyes. Beseeching.
Val was grinning, drooling that strange pink saliva of his but as the hands moved more surely to encircle Stolas' neck, a strange expression crossed Val’s face. Consideration? Something a little cruel. Oh, good -
The hands folded round his throat, a firm press cutting off blood; just enough for a pleasant hazy sensation, but then Val smiled and those hands were gripping, grasping, not just squeezing the sides of his neck like Blitz had taught him, to withhold blood to the brain, but crushing. Long strong thumbs over his windpipe, pressing and pressing as Val thrust in hard with a wet slap as Stolas spasmed around him.
His own hands were reaching, up, up, clawing at Val's hands and wrists in an automatic convulsive action to get air back - to breathe, to live.
He couldn't die like this. He knew it, in some logical part of his brain. But that part was suppressed by a pure animal need to survive.
His beak tried to beg, tried to gasp for air. Val was relentless in his thrusts but Stolas' vision was getting spotty. His head was floating, his body was cushioned on air but also, pain, a rasping screeching owl sound in his throat.
Val’s bright eyes above him were gone, just spiraling red darkness where a face should be. The weight over him shifted; here was a shudder, a cease. Then the pressure on his throat was eased all at once and he dragged in a sweet, beautiful breath.
Stolas came.
Almost painfully, twitching and shaking. His lungs were on fire, it hurt to swallow. The aftershocks were intense: not just spasms of his cloaca around Val but full body shudders.
Eventually it passed. As he lay there and gasped he could feel his throat calming, his magical body healing anything life threatening. He might wear bruises, if they were bad enough a day, maybe two, but nothing done without angelic or blessed weaponry wouldn't be at least knitted back and strong again by the time he woke up tomorrow. A mark maybe, but harm, no.
Did Val know that?
The moth had slid out of him, was sitting back on his knees, cock out but still mostly clothed. They had done all that and Val still hasn't removed his pants or shirt? Impressive. Stolas' hole was sore, and as he lay there he felt something slide out in an unpleasant gush. Warm and wet and sticky. Val had come inside him.
A small wave of arousal flared like oxygen on an ember.
Stolas coughed, and propped himself up.
“Well that was. Something.” His voice was a little hoarse, stuck in his lower registers, but it wasn't horribly painful to speak.
“Got a little carried away baby, sorry. Smoke?” Val was looking away, pensive, or avoiding Stolas' eyes. Expecting to be kicked out of bed for what he just did?
Stolas did want to ask him if he actually knew how to choke someone out, in an intimate context. He wanted to ask if Val had thought he could hurt him. He also wanted him to do it - again.
“I'll take a cigarette.”
Val glanced back at him, antenna flopping. He nodded, once, and produced a packet of smokes from his pocket, holding one out to Stolas. It was disappointingly mundane; a brand he recognised.
“Not another of your not quite signature blend?”
Val chuckled, producing his lighter in a lower hand and lighting his cigarette with a practiced flick. He held the flame out to Stolas again who pointedly ignored it and lit his own with a flick of his finger.
Val gave him an inscrutable look, but carried on, pocketing his lighter. “I think you've had enough of my… somewhat special smokes.”
Stolas took a drag of the clean pure nicotine. Oh, oh.
“They're aphrodisiacs! Of course, how was I so foolish?” He gestured with his cigarette towards Val, pulling himself even more upright. He felt very naked compared to him, only his shirt half hanging round his shoulders and their spend cooling between his thighs.
Val took a drag and raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. “Not just a pretty face. You mad?”
“Entertained.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. And I don't think it's worn off yet. You drug me, and you're going to have to deal with me.” Stolas tilted his head to one side, “You seemed to enjoy hurting me. I think we might have something good going there, because really, you can't.”
“Can't? Why can't I Princeling?” There was an alertness to Val's expression.
“Oh, well you can try. You hear how my voice has recovered just talking to you? You can do what you want to me with your hands, even with… a tool, so long as it’s mundane. I think you'll find I'm tougher than I look, and better, I enjoy it.
If the rise of that beautiful erection again was anything to go by, Stolas was taking this conversation in an appealing direction to Val. Emboldened, Stolas took his cigarette and put it out on his own palm. He barely twitched. Val was looking at him with a new appreciation.
“So… again?”
Val smiled, “Mi amor, of course.”
Val stretched, then, arms up and overhead like a luxuriating cat. He took a drag, pulling the burn of the cigarette quickly lower, and exhaling a soft hot pink heart of smoke that broke over Stolas’ chest.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, Princeling.”
Val slid elegantly off the bed himself, wings flaring behind him for a second only to settle again, like a bird ruffling its feathers. The shirt and harness were removed with deft fingers, and Stolas, quickly tossing off his own shirt spared moment of sadness for the leather, but was quickly distracted by the reappearance of those lilac heart shaped nipples, each pierced with gold hoops and connected by an elegant chain.
Val curled a spare finger through it, following his eyes. He slid his trousers off easily, revealing thigh high black sheer stockings, a strange contrast to the very masculine outfit but not at all unwelcome. It was different . Stolas liked it. He wondered if Val crossdressed, ever wore drag. He'd like to see that.
His own shirt was tossed aside, and he crawled back up to the headboard as Val slid off his heeled boots and knelt back onto the bed, squeezing his hard cock with a lower hand.
The smoke -for that's what he knew it was now- was already hitting Stolas again. Val crawled towards him, cock swinging and chain glinting and Stolas pressed himself into the headboard in mock fear. A last puff, and a breath in his direction and Val put the cigarette out on Stolas’ thigh, and tossed the butt off the bed. Stolas whined. His two upper hands slid up to part his trembling thighs. Just like Blitz had, and back then he'd panicked; unsure what to do now this fantasy had suddenly become a reality. But Stolas was different now. He'd learnt.
He made a low hoot as Val looked between them, “Admiring your work?”
“Admiring you baby. I know you wanted rough but I hope you won't mind if I take a minute just to-”
That prehensile tongue extended as Val sank to his elbows, its aim clear.
“-Taste?”
“Not at all.” It came out steadier than he had feared. Stolas spread his legs, smoothing his hands along the already mussed grey feathers. No contracts here, no reason for Val to eat him out except that he desired it. This was what he needed. And maybe when he was done, Stolas could convince him to really hurt him. Smiling to himself, Stolas closed his eyes and leant back as the curling tongue slid in.