[ So off of the dining room is a brand-new room - a kitchen. It looks fully stocked and has a huge pantry that's filled with food capable of surviving an apocalypse.
But Astaroth isn't here to make food. He's actually got a tablet in hand and is checking things off a list as he inspects everything.
When one of the new residents enters the kitchen, the demon looks up, frowns and then goes back to his business. ]
Feel free to let the others know they now have a kitchen.
It was black licorice and club soda. Not exactly filling.
[ Astaroth doesn't seem to care much about the salt coming from the demigod. ]
Not everything is as it appears, you know. Someone didn't want you around and it wasn't Lucifer. Bonus points that your "death" also would have hurt two other people in the process.
[ He's pretty sure elderly people are the only ones who keep black licorice in existence--
He can't say he's ever had club soda, but it sounds fancy. Still, though - making a face over black licorice. Gross.
It's only because of Akira's words, he's managing to stay calm. And maybe... possibly considering giving Astaroth the benefit of the doubt. Even though it's obvious he's still angry and frustrated over everything. ]
If it wasn't Lucifer... then who? Do you have any idea?
[ Elderly and demons apparently, basically torture.
Percy could always go try it because there's still some available, just that they've also brought in some other foods as well. Better tasting stuff.
There's something on Astaroth's face, which is probably an expression Percy could easily identify - barely contained anger. Whoever this person is, not even the demon likes them. ]
It's the same person who messed up the game. You saw them when it was announced that the game was ruined. Beelzebub, the purple-haired individual.
[ He sighs. ]
Lucifer doesn't actually rule hell alone, he's only one part of a trinity though he carries the most power. Beelzebub and I both are part of it, but Beelzebub has been actively fighting against everything. Lucifer, saving the universe.
They're responsible for your life... and death. [ For Percy being a clone of a clone, he means. ]
[ He thinks he can live with not finding out. Some things are better left unknown.
Ah... Yeah, he can read that expression, and it brings a frown to his own face. And he hadn't been here early on, but he does remember seeing a purple-haired guy... girl? The lack of specification makes it hard for Percy to figure out, so he finally settles on sticking to Person.
But also wow. Why isn't he surprised-- oh, right, because this sounds just like what he'd expect to be happening. Some bigger force fighting against other forces, causing problems in his own life, as though being in the bad situation itself isn't enough.
He makes a face at the last part. ]
Wait... seriously? Did they-...
[ Percy's anger flares a bit, and he's releasing a shaky breath. ]
They made the clones here. The ones for the game...
[ Not entirely a question, but it's probably clear he's waiting to either be mocked for stupidly jumping to the wrong conclusion or told he's right or... ]
So, that's who I need to find. Thanks, Astaroth
[ He maybe practiced his name a few times, to actually make sure he had the hang of it. ]
... Are you the one who's in charge of the rooms around here?
[ While the demigod is putting thoughts together, trying to figure out which emotions to feel, Astaroth simply watches him. His own expression still the same barely-contained rage. ]
Yeah, they did. Beelzebub has been interfering for quite a while. They enjoy the chaos and misery that comes from watching the universe end.
[ No mocking here, just a weariness that's very old. ]
No problem. Just try not to get yourself killed again.
[ A curious blink at that last question. ]
Most of them. Why? Have a request you want to make?
[ It's not that Astaroth cares if Percy gets himself killed, but Akira is attached to this guy for some reason. And well, Astaroth has no love for Beelzebub but they are strong. So he just nods in approval.
Not that Akira ever had any misgivings about him. He'd always been attractive from the moment he laid eyes on him. But here on the bed as they kissed each other madly, half-naked, Akira's mind was outright fuzzy from just how much he wanted the demon.
His hand trails down his chest, admiring the muscles and scars, thumb rubbing teasingly over a nipple. He's already breathing heavily, already ridiculously worked up.
He breaks the kiss to murmur heatedly into the blunet's ear:]
[ His hands are curled gently around Akira's hips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Astaroth can (and has) just vanished clothes before usually when he doesn't have the patience to get either of his lovers naked. But there is enjoyment in removing them by hand too which he definitely takes advantage of.
He leans in to nip at that already reddening bottom lip when hands move over his chest, making a happy sound when one finds a nipple.
An eyebrow raises when Akira mumurs quite seductively into his ear. ]
Hm, well the obvious answer would be "you". [ Rolling his hips to show just how true that is. And because he is a huge tease. But then Akira will feel something a little bit chilly against his ass cheek where Astaroth's hand used to be.
He removes it to reveal... handcuffs. ]
I want you to have your wicked way with me.
[ Could he easily break or free himself to the handcuffs? Yes. Would he? Nope. This is only to remind him to not touch while Akira does what he wants. ]
[There's a soft, needy noise at that nip, and his thumb begins to rub Astaroth absent-mindedly.
There's a soft gasp as the hips and he presses back, showing just how true the reverse was as well.]
Cheese.
[There's a slight shiver at the cold object, his sense of touch and heat being exceptionally sensitive in this moment, and he hears the slight metallic sound right before...
There's a small laugh, his face lightly flushed, though it's more from the heat of the moment then any actual embarrassment. He reaches out to take the cuffs.]
Now, how can I refuse a request like that?
[He gives a grin, setting the cuffs off to the side as his hands go to undo the demon's pants.]
[ A good noise and the demon obviously appreciates the unconscious touches.
The hand still on Akira's ass gently rakes fingernails over the skin there before he pinches. ]
Would you like a little wine to go with it?
[ No surprise to the sensitivity... Astaroth absolutely plays with that power in bed with his lovers. Purposely sending warmth through their body or giving them chills.
He smirks up at the laugh and allows the cuffs to be taken and set aside. That now free hand moves to touch Akira's chest and then slide its way down to slip beneath pants to wrap around the flesh of the erection. ]
That was all part of my diabolical plan, love.
[ Until he's cuffed, Astaroth is going to keep touching. But he will helpfully lift hips to get his pants off. It has the added bonus of also rolling his hips again. ]
[There's a slight stutter of his breath and a tiny moan at the pinch. There's a soft, breathless laugh.]
Whining from you? That'd be a first.
[There's a gasp when that hand boldly goes for his dick, and in revenge, he leans forward and takes his ear lobe between his teeth, teasing it mercilessly. He's reacting to all the little touches, but he is determined to get the pants off.
Once they're gone, then he grabs the cuffs and moves to put them on.]
[ His smirk turns into a soft smile when Akira laughs, one filled with warmth and love. ]
Think you can manage it?
[ A little bit of teasing tone to his voice as he essentially challenges his lover into making it happen. He hums happily at the teasing to his earlobe even as he helps get those pants off.
An eyebrow raises at the next words but Astaroth definitely finds it sexy. So much that he does as told, laying on his back and lifting his arms above his head. ]
[He loves that smile. Maybe it's because he could recognize just how distressed Astaroth was when he met him— to see that smile on his face, soft and genuine, made him feel lighter than air.
There's a snort at the words that follow.]
Nerd...
[And then he's leaning forward and putting those cuffs on, slipping the chain behind one of the bars of the bed. He kisses the corner of his cheek, along his jawline, and then lets his tongue trail slowly over the tender flesh of his neck.]
[ There aren't really many who get to see it. Astaroth isn't the softest individual around even if Astarte does it more easily. He's come a long way since they first met each other.
When those cuffs go on, Astaroth behaves even though his lover is stretched so delectibly above him and all he has to do is lean in to tease. Instead, icy blue eyes watch every movement - every muscle flexing at the simple motion. ]
I prefer the term 'sex fiend'.
[ He hums pleasurable at the lips and tongue assaulting him, head turning to give Akira better access. ]
[In reality, he's... maybe hoping Astaroth isn't expecting too much out of him. The guy's got thousand of years on him, and he's just...
him?
Not that it stops him from trying. He breathes hotly on the demon's skin, fingers trailing down his abs, one finger drawing a teasing line over his dick through the thin fabric of the underwear, before it moves away and drags lightly over an inner thigh.
And then there's teeth on his neck but just barely. Just enough for him to feel them there before he lightly clicks them. For now, he's just trying to see if he can figure out what his biggest turn-ons are.]
[ It's because it's him that Astaroth will be even more weak to it. Sex is sex, but he can feel the love behind it and that's what is most important to him.
His eyes are watching every move being made and muscles twitch according to what part of his body is being touched. Goosebumps rising in the wake. His erection definitely twitches in interest at the finger and grateful to be free of underwear.
Answer: all of it. Because of who's doing it. A soft, happy sound that is verging on a moan falls from his lips. ]
[A small, amused sound at that, but now he's concentrating on this. It both pleases and baffles him that Astaroth is reacting so strongly to him. He lets his nails trail on the tender flesh of that inner thigh, while the other hand comes up to run lightly over the nape of his neck— before sinking into and gripping those blue locks, just enough to give a sting.
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... Okay, yeah, he's looking for him, and he won't be stopping until he finds him, so!!! Where find? ]
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But Astaroth isn't here to make food. He's actually got a tablet in hand and is checking things off a list as he inspects everything.
When one of the new residents enters the kitchen, the demon looks up, frowns and then goes back to his business. ]
Feel free to let the others know they now have a kitchen.
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At first, it might look like he's reconsidering approaching, but he lets out a very quiet sigh. ]
Oh good... We'll be able to eat outside of a schedule, without bribery involved.
[ It's a very light joke - minimal sass involvement, for once. He rubs at the back of his neck. ]
I was actually looking for you.
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Well, you could have done that before but the snacks were terrible.
[ Gross, nasty snacks. When the dark-haired individual continues, Astaroth looks back over. ]
What for?
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[ Yeah, there's definitely salt there. ]
... A few things. First, what was that about? [ ... ] Do you know?
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It was black licorice and club soda. Not exactly filling.
[ Astaroth doesn't seem to care much about the salt coming from the demigod. ]
Not everything is as it appears, you know. Someone didn't want you around and it wasn't Lucifer. Bonus points that your "death" also would have hurt two other people in the process.
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He can't say he's ever had club soda, but it sounds fancy. Still, though - making a face over black licorice. Gross.
It's only because of Akira's words, he's managing to stay calm. And maybe... possibly considering giving Astaroth the benefit of the doubt. Even though it's obvious he's still angry and frustrated over everything. ]
If it wasn't Lucifer... then who? Do you have any idea?
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Percy could always go try it because there's still some available, just that they've also brought in some other foods as well. Better tasting stuff.
There's something on Astaroth's face, which is probably an expression Percy could easily identify - barely contained anger. Whoever this person is, not even the demon likes them. ]
It's the same person who messed up the game. You saw them when it was announced that the game was ruined. Beelzebub, the purple-haired individual.
[ He sighs. ]
Lucifer doesn't actually rule hell alone, he's only one part of a trinity though he carries the most power. Beelzebub and I both are part of it, but Beelzebub has been actively fighting against everything. Lucifer, saving the universe.
They're responsible for your life... and death. [ For Percy being a clone of a clone, he means. ]
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Ah... Yeah, he can read that expression, and it brings a frown to his own face. And he hadn't been here early on, but he does remember seeing a purple-haired guy... girl? The lack of specification makes it hard for Percy to figure out, so he finally settles on sticking to Person.
But also wow. Why isn't he surprised-- oh, right, because this sounds just like what he'd expect to be happening. Some bigger force fighting against other forces, causing problems in his own life, as though being in the bad situation itself isn't enough.
He makes a face at the last part. ]
Wait... seriously? Did they-...
[ Percy's anger flares a bit, and he's releasing a shaky breath. ]
They made the clones here. The ones for the game...
[ Not entirely a question, but it's probably clear he's waiting to either be mocked for stupidly jumping to the wrong conclusion or told he's right or... ]
So, that's who I need to find. Thanks, Astaroth
[ He maybe practiced his name a few times, to actually make sure he had the hang of it. ]
... Are you the one who's in charge of the rooms around here?
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Yeah, they did. Beelzebub has been interfering for quite a while. They enjoy the chaos and misery that comes from watching the universe end.
[ No mocking here, just a weariness that's very old. ]
No problem. Just try not to get yourself killed again.
[ A curious blink at that last question. ]
Most of them. Why? Have a request you want to make?
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I made a promise not to rush in without at least talking to Nico...
[ Then he shakes his head at that question. ]
Not really. [ well, he wouldn't mind more water - maybe he'll ask at some point ] Just wanted to say thanks. So... thanks.
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The thanks has him blinking in surprise. ]
Why are you thanking me?
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Not that Akira ever had any misgivings about him. He'd always been attractive from the moment he laid eyes on him. But here on the bed as they kissed each other madly, half-naked, Akira's mind was outright fuzzy from just how much he wanted the demon.
His hand trails down his chest, admiring the muscles and scars, thumb rubbing teasingly over a nipple. He's already breathing heavily, already ridiculously worked up.
He breaks the kiss to murmur heatedly into the blunet's ear:]
Tell me what you want.
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He leans in to nip at that already reddening bottom lip when hands move over his chest, making a happy sound when one finds a nipple.
An eyebrow raises when Akira mumurs quite seductively into his ear. ]
Hm, well the obvious answer would be "you". [ Rolling his hips to show just how true that is. And because he is a huge tease. But then Akira will feel something a little bit chilly against his ass cheek where Astaroth's hand used to be.
He removes it to reveal... handcuffs. ]
I want you to have your wicked way with me.
[ Could he easily break or free himself to the handcuffs? Yes. Would he? Nope. This is only to remind him to not touch while Akira does what he wants. ]
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There's a soft gasp as the hips and he presses back, showing just how true the reverse was as well.]
Cheese.
[There's a slight shiver at the cold object, his sense of touch and heat being exceptionally sensitive in this moment, and he hears the slight metallic sound right before...
There's a small laugh, his face lightly flushed, though it's more from the heat of the moment then any actual embarrassment. He reaches out to take the cuffs.]
Now, how can I refuse a request like that?
[He gives a grin, setting the cuffs off to the side as his hands go to undo the demon's pants.]
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The hand still on Akira's ass gently rakes fingernails over the skin there before he pinches. ]
Would you like a little wine to go with it?
[ No surprise to the sensitivity... Astaroth absolutely plays with that power in bed with his lovers. Purposely sending warmth through their body or giving them chills.
He smirks up at the laugh and allows the cuffs to be taken and set aside. That now free hand moves to touch Akira's chest and then slide its way down to slip beneath pants to wrap around the flesh of the erection. ]
That was all part of my diabolical plan, love.
[ Until he's cuffed, Astaroth is going to keep touching. But he will helpfully lift hips to get his pants off. It has the added bonus of also rolling his hips again. ]
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Whining from you? That'd be a first.
[There's a gasp when that hand boldly goes for his dick, and in revenge, he leans forward and takes his ear lobe between his teeth, teasing it mercilessly. He's reacting to all the little touches, but he is determined to get the pants off.
Once they're gone, then he grabs the cuffs and moves to put them on.]
You want this? Then lay down and surrender.
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Think you can manage it?
[ A little bit of teasing tone to his voice as he essentially challenges his lover into making it happen. He hums happily at the teasing to his earlobe even as he helps get those pants off.
An eyebrow raises at the next words but Astaroth definitely finds it sexy. So much that he does as told, laying on his back and lifting his arms above his head. ]
Oh what ever shall I do when I'm at your mercy?
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[He loves that smile. Maybe it's because he could recognize just how distressed Astaroth was when he met him— to see that smile on his face, soft and genuine, made him feel lighter than air.
There's a snort at the words that follow.]
Nerd...
[And then he's leaning forward and putting those cuffs on, slipping the chain behind one of the bars of the bed. He kisses the corner of his cheek, along his jawline, and then lets his tongue trail slowly over the tender flesh of his neck.]
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[ There aren't really many who get to see it. Astaroth isn't the softest individual around even if Astarte does it more easily. He's come a long way since they first met each other.
When those cuffs go on, Astaroth behaves even though his lover is stretched so delectibly above him and all he has to do is lean in to tease. Instead, icy blue eyes watch every movement - every muscle flexing at the simple motion. ]
I prefer the term 'sex fiend'.
[ He hums pleasurable at the lips and tongue assaulting him, head turning to give Akira better access. ]
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[In reality, he's... maybe hoping Astaroth isn't expecting too much out of him. The guy's got thousand of years on him, and he's just...
him?
Not that it stops him from trying. He breathes hotly on the demon's skin, fingers trailing down his abs, one finger drawing a teasing line over his dick through the thin fabric of the underwear, before it moves away and drags lightly over an inner thigh.
And then there's teeth on his neck but just barely. Just enough for him to feel them there before he lightly clicks them. For now, he's just trying to see if he can figure out what his biggest turn-ons are.]
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[ It's because it's him that Astaroth will be even more weak to it. Sex is sex, but he can feel the love behind it and that's what is most important to him.
His eyes are watching every move being made and muscles twitch according to what part of his body is being touched. Goosebumps rising in the wake. His erection definitely twitches in interest at the finger and grateful to be free of underwear.
Answer: all of it. Because of who's doing it. A soft, happy sound that is verging on a moan falls from his lips. ]
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He whispers breathily into his ear.]
Is this what you were hoping for?