Ascending to the throne of the Devil amoung the Major Arcana has been as rewarding as it has been punishing. On one hand, Azarias has all of his memories back, now just a small fraction of all that he can glean from the past, present, and future with his newfound power. On the other hand, in his efforts to save the world from its own self-destruction, his former friends and allies have turned their backs on him.
All but one.
The doors of the throne room groan open. Three shadows stretch across the polished floor, the sound of confident heels and four pairs of sharp nails marching across the marble.
"Oh, Azarias! We're home."
The nasally, sing-song pitch of Vesuvia's one and only Count Lucio greets the Devil's ears. His beloved hunting dogs, Mercedes and Melchior, flank him as he strides up to the throne where Azarias waits, cloven hooves dangling over one arm while he lounges across the other.
"So what did you think of my speech?" Lucio asks, smug grin plastered on his face. "I had them eating out of the palm of my hand."
Azarias rhythmically taps his clawed fingertips along the armrest of his throne. He lifts his chin toward Lucio, red, half-lidded eyes lacking any of the praise Lucio seeks.
"You're late."
The walls of the throne room tremble when he speaks and Lucio's grin wavers ever so slightly.
"Oh, come now. I'm not that late."
Azarias says nothing, levelling a steady gaze on him while he toys with the golden chain threaded between his clawed fingers. As the seconds tick by, a tinge of red begins to creep up Lucio's neck, colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He lowers his gaze, dropping to his knees before the Devil. He begins to fidget as the silence stretches on. Finally, Azarias slides his legs off the arm of his throne and reaches down, gently lifting Lucio's face to meet his crimson gaze. That smile of his is back, though decidedly far more lecherous than the last as a shuddered breath slips past his lips as if in anticipation of what Azarias's touch promises to deliver.
"My dear Lucio. What am I going to do with you?" he asks idly, dragging the tip of his claw along Lucio's jaw. "Shall I punish you for being tardy? Or reward you for conquering in my name?"
Lucio's lips twitch upward with interest.
"Why not both? I like the sound of that," he suggests without a hint of shame.
Azarias chuckles, grazing a claw against his cheek hard enough to draw a moan from his lips and leave faint mark on his skin.
"Of course you do," the Devil purrs. "You've always been greedy, haven't you?"
Lucio swallows hard. Azarias feels his throat strain under his claws.
"Can you blame me? I mean..." He shuffles forward on his knees, close enough to reach out and touch Azarias, though he manages to show a shred of restraint. "Look at you. You're just so...so..."
His voice drops to a fervent whisper, Azarias's burning gaze reflected in his.
"You're everything to me. And I...I would do anything for you."
Azarias smiles, baring his fangs.
"Prove it."
Letting go of his throat, Azarias beckons him forward. Lucio sputters for a moment.
"I... Where should I start?" he asks, desperate for guidance.
Azarias hums, once again letting the silence linger while he thinks. Lucio catches his lips between his teeth as he reaches up to rest one hand on Azarias's thigh.
"Azarias... Let me touch you. Let me show you what I can do."
Azarias arches a brow, tilting his head to rest his cheek on his knuckles as he looks Lucio up and down. Slowly. Deliberately. Lucio's grip tightens on his leg.
"Alright, pet. Show me."
With his blessing, Lucio wastes no time shuffling closer, resting his head on Azarias's lap. It's hard not to indulge him when he's always so eager to please. Azarias threads his fingers through Lucio's fine, platinum hair, relishing the shaky gasp he gets in response.
"Mmm... No fair. You're distracting me," the Count complains weakly, turning his head to gaze up at Azarias from between his legs with pitiful eyes.
The Devil's only answer is a wicked grin. He can't help it. Azarias loves flustering him and he knows it.
"Oh? Should I stop touching you?"
"No!" comes Lucio's prompt response before Azarias can even finish asking the question. "No... Please don't stop."
He presses feverish kisses to Azarias's thighs, his hands, every inch that he can touch. Azarias is happy to entertain his fervent worship for a few moments, but when those lips find his stomach, fingers slyly curling into the hem of his trousers, he puts a swift end to Lucio's exploration. Tightening his grip in the Count's hair, Azarias pulls back, hard, forcing him to look up at him again and drawing out a surprised, high-pitched moan.
"You're getting rather bold, aren't you?" he says, the barest hint of a growl tickling the back of his throat.
Lucio swallows thickly, panting for air as he fights to focus his eyes.
"Azarias, please—"
"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in patience."
He reaches down and seizes both of Lucio's wrists, trapping them in his claws. Lucio chews on his lips as Azarias lifts his arms over his head.
"I can't help it," he pleads even as he arches his back. "I just can't resist you. I look at you and it's like I can't think about anything else. I need you."
The Devil gives a low, dark chuckle.
"Oh, Lucio. I can give you your heart's desire, but first you must behave."
Thin, smooth chains snake between Azarias's fingers and wrap around Lucio's wrists. He laughs airily, twisting from side to side as he tests the bonds.
"I can behave! I'll be the best Count you've ever laid eyes on."
He only fidgets a little when Azarias takes hold of the chains and gently lowers him onto his back. When he lets go and steps back, Lucio doesn't try to follow. He gazes up at Azarias from the polished floor, lips parted and cheeks flushed red. Azarias smiles.
"There. That's better," he purrs, lifting one hoof to place on the center of Lucio's chest. Lucio lets out an appreciative moan. "You're doing so well, pet. So obedient."
"Please," Lucio gasps, lips twisting into a smirk despite the ruined look on his face. "You can push a little harder. I won't mind."
Azarias has no doubts about that, but he'd just hate to break his pretty toy. Instead, he leans down until only inches separate their faces. He feels the excited puffs of air leaving Lucio's lips with every excited breath, striking eyes locked on his in anticipation of his next move. To his credit, however, despite the pounding of his heart and the flush of his skin, he remains perfectly still.
"Do you think you deserve to kiss me now?" Azarias asks, watching the want and doubt flash across Lucio's eyes as he debates his answer.
"Yes?"
Azarias arches his brow.
"Is that a question or an answer?"
Lucio swallows again.
"Yes."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Azarias yanks him back up by the chains around his wrists, looping his bound arms around his neck as their lips crash together. He swallows up Lucio's moan, bracing an arm around the small of his back as he sinks back into his throne and drags Lucio with him until he's straddling his lap. Lucio grinds against him, clutching at his braided hair as he tries to fit every inch of their bodies together, as if trying to eliminate every atom of space that separates them. Azarias rakes his claws up Lucio's back, dragging that pristine, white shirt with him and swallowing the wail that comes tumbling out of Lucio's mouth. Buttons pop open and shreds of Lucio's grandiose red sash fall to the floor around them until he's bare-chested and streaked with angry red welts.
He's hard. So hard that Azarias can see a damp spot forming at the front of his pants. He grazes the tips of his claws down Lucio's side, just enough to feel him arch into him with a shuddered moan.
"Please, please," he begs, pressing his hips forward just to get some much needed friction. "I'll do anything, just please touch me."
"I'm already touching you," Azarias mutters into his shoulder, leaving the softest of kisses and deepest of bite marks wherever he wants. Lucio shivers against him.
"Don't make me spell it out for you," he says, all but pouting. "You know what I want."
"Of course I do," Azarias says, flattening his tongue against Lucio's skin and dragging it all the way up to his ear. "I just want to hear you say it."
With a defeated whimper, Lucio sags against him.
"Please...get me out of these pants and make me come. I'm so hard, Azarias. I need you so badly. I need you inside me."
Lucio is far from perfect, but he's certainly perfected the art of begging. Who is Azarias to deny him when he asks so nicely? He's so flushed he looks like he might pass out. Azarias is mildly surprised he has enough blood to spare for his lower extremities.
"See, pet? That's all you had to say."
Lifting Lucio off his lap with little effort, he makes quick work of those skin-tight pants, baring everything Lucio has to offer before his hungry eyes. He's all sharp angles, but that ass is always so soft in the palm of his hand. However, that's not the only treasure he finds when his hand trails lower. Azarias parts his lip in a silent, surprised gasp as he feels the round edge of something very interesting protruding from between those two, perfect cheeks of his.
"My, my, Lucio. Were you wearing this during your entire speech?"
Lucio grows impossibly redder, so much so that he does indeed start to look a little faint. He drops his gaze and bites his lip.
"I...I wanted...to be ready for you if—" He swallows through his embarrassment, squirming in Azarias's lap. "I wanted to be good for you."
Heat swells inside the Devil, eyes blazing with inflamed lust as he clamps his claws around Lucio's hips, drawing out a surprised squeak. He drags Lucio forward and leans up until their noses brush, forcing him to hold his gaze.
"You're so good for me, Lucio," he breathes hotly against the Count's lips, feeling him shudder in his hands. "My perfect little pet, getting yourself ready for me because you know I own this ass."
With a few delicate twists and tugs, mainly just to feel Lucio whine and whimper into his mouth when Azarias kisses him, he pulls the plug free, dipping two careful fingers into the stretched hole. He holds them there for a moment, groaning deeply into the kiss as he feels that ring of muscles squeeze around his fingers. As much as he'd like to watch Lucio come apart on his hand, though, his claws still pose a problem, so he slowly drags them back out in spite of Lucio's disapproving mewls.
Holding Lucio above his legs, Azarias slips down the hem of his pants to reveal his own arousal, standing at attention. He watches Lucio press his lips together to bury a moan in his throat at the sight of it, shifting his hips to position himself just so, until the head of Azarias's cock rests at his entrance. His frantic, needy eyes flick up to meet Azarias's, waiting for approval. The Devil lifts one hand to sink into Lucio's hair again, gently this time, and he brings their lips close together once more.
"Go on, love. Take it," he breathes.
With a relieved sigh that quickly turns into a loud moan, Lucio sinks down onto Azarias, taking him fully without pause. Azarias growls as that sweet warmth engulfs him, clawing at Lucio once more as primal instinct overtakes him. He thrusts up into Lucio's velvet heat every time he drops his hips, building up a furious pace in no time at all.
Lucio's jaw goes slack, obscene noises slipping off his tongue without reservation. His head lolls back into Azarias's grip, his arms holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He cries out each time Azarias's claws or teeth pierce his skin. Blood smears all across his alabaster skin, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, his cock starts leaking, bobbing between their bodies with every thrust. His legs shake from the effort of lifting himself up over and over again until he can't anymore. He goes limp in Azarias's arms, letting himself be used like a sleeve for the Devil's pleasure.
Well, if that's how he wants to ride this out, the Devil is happy to oblige. He stops thrusting long enough to stand up, lifting Lucio with him, but soon he needn't hold up Lucio at all. Chains surge forth from all directions, wrapping around Lucio to suspend him in midair. Even his head is held up by a chain that twines around his throat like a collar. He looks positively fucked out, beads of sweat gleaming off his skin and shallow flesh wounds dripping blood onto the floor.
Azarias wastes no time getting back inside him, gripping his spread thighs in his claws and pushing back inside with little warning. Lucio all but screams as Azarias nails his prostate at this new angle, contorting into a beautiful arch amidst the chains that bind him. His muscles tense and he yanks at the chains in vain, grasping toward Azarias, but he's held firmly in place while the Devil pounds into him.
"Please, ple-please, please, please," he babbles, barely able to catch his breath, let alone form a coherent thought. "My—my cock, please, my— Please touch me. I wanna come, I wanna come, I want—"
The rest of his pleas are choked off when Azarias finally closes a hand around his leaking erection, the loveliest string of moans tumbling past his lips. Azarias pumps him in time with his thrusts, leaning over his suspended body to growl against his jaw.
"That's it, pet. Come for me. Come on the Devil's cock like the pretty little slut you are."
Lucio has started crying in earnest, but all he does is gasp "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" over and over until his whole body convulses. Azarias feels his cock pulse in his hand just before long, thick ropes of cum shoot out of him and paint his chest in white. He writhes in his chains, twisting this way and that as he spills over Azarias's hand.
The Devil never slows down, fucking him through his orgasm without even a moment of respite. Dribbles of white gush out with every thrust, not unlike the drool slipping down Lucio's chin. His eyes roll back into his skull, completely submerged in pleasure. Feeling his own end draw nearer, Azarias fits his teeth over Lucio's shoulder with a snarl and bites down. Hard. Hard enough for his fangs to pierce the soft, sinewy muscle underneath and to wrench out one final, raucous scream from the Count.
Burying himself as deep inside Lucio as he could, claws digging more bloody marks into his hips, his cock kicks once, twice, and then finally empties into Lucio's walls. His growl tapers off into a deep purr as he shoots load after load inside his Count, filling him to bursting, until he feels his cum dripping out of Lucio's hole and onto the floor at his feet. He stays sheathed inside Lucio, folded over him with a heaving chest as they both fight to catch their breath.
Azarias stays his claws in favour of rubbing soothing circles around the wounds he left on Lucio's body, lips pressing featherlight kisses around the bite mark still oozing blood over his shoulder. Lucio is shuddering all over, quakes of pain and pleasure wracking his body. Slowly, gently, ever so carefully, the chains slacken until they deposit Lucio's body into Azarias's arms. With soft, measured steps, Azarias carries him back to his throne, never once pulling out until he's sitting down and he can gently lift Lucio off of him. The Count whines, but his voice is hardly there, limbs numbly finding their way around Azarias to slump against him.
With delicate strokes of his fingers that trace invisible patterns across Lucio's skin, Azarias draws on his magic to heal the wounds he left one at a time. Gradually, Lucio stops quivering in his arms and his breathing calms, though he doesn't move from his spot snuggled into the Devil's chest, head buried into his shoulder.
"...That feels nice," he whispers. Azarias hums into his hair, idly stroking his back with just the bare tips of his claws.
"You earned it," he says, pressing a soft kiss to Lucio's temple. "You did so well for me."
He feels Lucio's lips stretch into a smile against his neck.
"Well you were amazing, as usual. Godsent. Nobody else can fuck me within an inch of my life like you do."
Azarias presses his claws into Lucio's skin, briefly—just long enough to get his attention.
"Nobody else can fuck you. Period," he corrects. "Not to mention you'd die if anyone else tried fucking you like that."
"Mm, true," Lucio hums, mustering enough strength to walk his fingers along the length of Azarias's arm. "I'd have to deal with all those nasty wounds afterward. Not that I mind the scars."
Azarias looks down at the expanse of his body, littered head to toe in the remnants of the scratches and bites and gouges Azarias healed just moments prior. He can stop the bleeding, but he can't make the scars go away. He traces the marks with his claw, one into the other like constellations.
"Well, since you don't mind them, I'm happy to give you a few more."
Lucio chuckles against him and then feigns a whine.
"Give a man a chance to recover, why don't you?! I'm only human," he points out, pressing kisses to the side of his neck in spite of himself.
Azarias smiles down at him, a subtle melancholy resting in his eyes as he strokes Lucio's hair.
"Yes. I know."
Fragile things, humans. He still remembers what it was like to be one himself: weak, soft, mortal. He'd had his magic, sure, but compared to how he is now? If it weren't for the help of his fellow Arcana back then, his predecessor would have squashed him and everyone else he loved like bugs under his hoof. He almost did.
Lucio is only human. He's also the only one to stand by Azarias's side when everyone else chose to flee from him. Lucio is the only one who truly believes in him and his vision for the future of their worlds.
Which is why, someday, Azarias will have to take his soul. He hopes that, when that day comes, Lucio will understand. He has to. He'll realize how powerless he is as he is now and how much more he can accomplish once he sheds his humanity. He's already well on his way there.
Once they are joined together in immortality, nothing in this wretched world will be able to stop them.