A warm kiss found its way to Salvatore's shoulder blade after his body tensed in protest. With Klaus' hands both being utilized to guide the young man, all his hands could do in way of reassurance was gently run his thumbs back and forth where he held his hips,

"Others have far more practice than you do. If you find it appealing, I should love to help you practice~ Everyone needs a good teacher."

Finally Salvatore was sat upon his lap. His hands slipped from his hips and ran down his thighs to his knees, running once over before back up and down the skin, aiming for the more tender mid to high flesh thereafter,

"Oh my, look at you sit here.. You have done so well, mon beau garçon. You fit perfectly around me." Klaus' warm lips touched his shoulder once again, holding his body against his open chest and caressing the young man's skin. Indeed he would get his moments of adjustment. Klaus was nowhere near that cruel. Unless asked of him. Instead he let his hands wander Salvatore's frame, focusing on his chest and stomach, as they sat so intimately.

"How do you feel? Emotional or physical, I shall take both. You sit here so nicely for me but it is not too much, yes? I feel your heartbeat against my chest."

“Do what again darling? Be thorough with your words~” he hummed, watching every twitch and jerk with satisfaction. It pleased him immensely to watch his body react to every move he made. This was his power, and the twisted little pleasure of his life.

His claws on his wings hooked to the sides of the tantra as his lean figure flexed to push himself deeper. The warmth of the body around him was addicting as he groaned under his breath. There was so much more he craved, that he desired but was not able to gain lest he was greedy. Salvatore’s head was floating with delight as he buried his face against his neck.

“Mmmn, yes~ wrap yourself around me… you are mine tonight~”

“I hope mine is too…” the reoccurring nightmares of the car wreck, the occasional haunting dreams over the death of Terzo and the potential death of any of his other brothers, degrading memories of all the times he was called worthless and treated like he was nothing, those were all memories he wished to keep out of Klaus’s mind. “Goodnight sir…”

With the gentle squeeze he held his breath and waited. Sleep was a slow mistress tonight. He had not drank nearly as much as he usually did, nor did he… use up as much energy as he usually did, and there very much was a lack of nicotine in his system. And rather than being alone in bed or wrapped around Salacious, he was cozied up to one of the cardinals. Not just any one of them either across the many locations globally, the frenchman who really was in-charge of his own congregation, had a wife and kids, had a whole different life, world even, and had agreed to join the ministry so that they could start branching into France.

Talk about a situation far outside of his usual routine… no wonder sleep was coming slow. But it did eventually come as he settled his nerves. Reminding himself that he was invited. That Klaus had agreed that nothing that happens here would make its way out. He was fine… nothing was going to happen just because he went off the beaten trail and let himself be the bottom bitch for a change. Oh it felt nice to held…

Giving a bow of his head back, he winked upon looking back up. The cardinal was glad things calmed down even though for a moment there was genuine concern he had made a mistep. Instead it looked like he might have another visitor ever so often.

“Any time sinstro. I hope you have a good rest of your evening. And… good luck~” Rising from his chair, he walked his guest to the door.

While rest was certainly on the docket… he had to see if there was anyone available for some play time tonight. Sir needed to pin someone and screw the delicate images and fresh moans he had collected out of his head… otherwise he might be up all night. 🤭

“If anything I’ll more than likely roll away.” Patting the fuzzy chest, he took a deep breath and let sleep pull at him. Slowly.

Well, he was still stuck thinking about things as always. How things were going to be affected by him sleeping with his fellow cardinal, if at all. What was his schedule like tomorrow? Who was on the docket for visits? What meetings were planned? Did he have time to steal himself away for a massage for his hip and knee? Mm probably not…

Ah hello sandman~

He was usually a good boy, easy to prepare, easy to break. So it was no surprise that as soon as he patted Garths rear to have him strip the rest of the way, he bounced off the tantra and kicked himself free. Pants in a heap, underwear on the floor, the ginger looked pleased with himself as his hand slid up over the solid 8 inches that had been swollen with blood.

Carefully slipping back into position, he chewed on his inner lip as Salvatore ran his gloved hand across the supple flesh. And just as expected, as soon as Salvatore had applied the gel and began to work at the man, from his lungs came the sweetest whimpers.

“Mm there we are…” He hummed, finger fucking his ass while his other hand grabbed his hip to hold him in place. “Such a good boy all of a sudden hm?”

His eyes were closed as he kept his hips tilted back, giving a small nod at the Cardinals words.

“F-fuck off. Its just nice to have skilled hands…” he murmured, protesting the implications that he was going to be any easier, even though he had grown quiet in favor of the bated panting that came with each move.

“You like having someone skilled mm?” Pulling his cock free with the ungloved hand, he toyed with his ridged member. Matching his hands pace to the gentle pace he took to open his others hole.

“Yes sir… you take good care of us.” He moaned, watching over his shoulder now as he stared down the cerulean gem. “Even when you scratch us up…”

“You ask for it if I remember correctly…” he taunted, watching as the skinny mans back arched at the addition of a second digit. “I swear that was you… on that cross… begging for a harder hit…”

“Uughn… fuck…aaha…” He shook his head. “No couldn’t be me. You must have someone else ginger and tattooed up here.”

Salvatore clicked his tongue at the man, rolling his back once more as his mind wandered to the satisfying idea of finally being balls deep inside him once again. Listening to the pitiful whimpers as he bends over his body in bliss…

Carefully he stood, keeping his hand right where it had been while his other hand pushed his pants free from his hips. Shoes off, pants off, his cassock gone a while ago… it was just down to his underwear, though those would stay on today. His dick was already freed. Grabbing the condom from where he had set them down, he tore it open with his teeth, carefully check it over before rolling it down. A motion he had practiced many times before, he could do it blindly in the dark if he needed to…

Reaching out, a curious hand ran up between Salvatores thighs, cupping the testicles he kept hidden. Biting his lip again he cocked his head and looked up at Salvatore who for a second looked like he might step back but let the hand linger.

“So… everything that has been enhanced or changed is blue?” He asked, giving a light squeeze before the cardinal moved himself just out of reach, settling behind the man again. “Well except for your hands.”

He didn’t answer, quietly leaning down to trail black moon kisses up his back again till their bodies were aligned. His lips found the mans neck as he nipped, finding a spot in the crook where he could bite down and  suck. The man beneath whined as he felt the tingles radiating from the spot, creeping up his spine.

“Is that… nn.. a question you won’t answer or something?”

“Everything that was altered was made cerulean. My hands are different.” He murmured, pulling his mouth off for only a moment, switching to the other-side to give a matching mark.

He groaned quietly, rolling his hips back as a third finger was added, completing the trio as his body adjusted. The warm cock that rested against his ass was next for him, a tantalizing treat awaiting his body for answering the call.

“What’s different about your hands?” He managed to push out, moving his hands to grip the edges of the tantra. Salvatore, moving across his shoulder bit down, drawing a hiss from Garth who turned his head to follow the demon who glanced over at him.

“Why are you asking questions while we are in the middle of something?” He murmured, voice darkened as he leaned back and added more lube. “Do we need to stop to sate your curiosity instead?”

“No~ i’m just wondering.” He pouted playfully as he wiggled his hips. “Grumpy.”

Rolling his eyes, he finally pulled off and discarded the glove, a smirk on his face.

“Ready pretty boy?”

“I have been ready~” While cocky, it was at-least enthusiastic, laced with the hunger that never seemed to be filled.

Rubbing the tip against his ass, the demon hummed to himself, tail whipping back and forth behind him as he lined up and pushed in. His upper lip curled maliciously as every inch disappeared to the satisfying sounds of achy groans. Hands grabbing the slender hips of the man, he pulled him down to hilt and exhaled slowly.  Like the glimmering well trained lamb he was, he ground his ass against him while he sat there for a second. A needy whine pushing once more from his throat, spurred the cardinal to act.

A hand found itself between the mans shoulder blades as he pushed him down flat, chest to velvet. He laughed excitedly as he felt those hips buck, dragging back the 9 inches before slipping them back in. Each thrust was slow, deliberate as he listened to the glee devolve into drawn out pants. The smacking of flesh echoed in the chamber around them as his hips cracked against his ass steadily. The man underneath groaned as his hands gripped the support bars, shoulders flexing with each jolt as he held his body steady.

What started as a whipping session evolved into Salvatores favorite past time; fucking skinny men up the ass while they simpered for him. And god it felt good. Every thrust came with a gasping breath. Every ridge that disappeared into the mans body, earned him the very groans he sought. Opal claws slid themselves down to grasp the boney hips as he pulled them back into his own, leaving behind ribbons of red in soft pale skin.

“Oh you beautiful whore… look at you…” he growled, leaning down to latch teeth in his flesh once more. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a pink imprint of every individual tooth as it dug in.

“Shit…. You bite worse than Johnny does sir…” he whimpered, reaching his hand back to keep Salvatore from pulling away by resting his hand on the back of his head. “Nna-aah… aahaa…”

Unhooking his bite, he began to kiss and suck at the skin he could get to without losing his rhythm to much. Those freckled shoulders were being covered with deep red and purple bruises, each one left from the eager demon as he muffled his moans into the flesh.

“Ha-harder… I can take it… harder…”

“I can’t break you sweetheart~ your boss, and my father might bitch me out.” He hummed, laughing darkly.

“Fuck th-them they aren’t nngh… here right now…” Rolling his hips back, he sought more from the demon who began to pull back a little. “Please sir… please.”

“Mm.. no.” Pulling out, he leaned back. “Turn over, I want to watch you beg…”

Carefully the ginger turned over and looked up into the eyes of the demon, a chill running up his spine as the malicious smile was pulling at his lips. Easily lining up their bodies once more, Salvatore slid back in before pulling the mans legs over his arms. His hands gasping the strong thighs tightly as he pulled their bodies together. Each punishing thrust, as asked for by the man beneath, caused his body to arch, head to tilt back. His cock was throbbing painfully, practically leaping off his stomach as it ached to be touched. Every moan echoed off the walls of the vast room, followed by the vicious snap of lean hip against meaty thigh and ass.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, finally reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his cock. With each thrust he stroked as subtly as he could to let on to the Cardinal he was taking care of himself. But Salvatore could see. He wasn’t subtle enough stroking 8in of uncut cock…

Eyes closed, Garth whimpered under his breath, biting his lip as he tried to quiet himself a little. He never noticed the mismatched gaze that was watching, planning the moment he needed to intervene… he wanted to see him squirm as he was walked to the edge over and over again.  He might not make it to that point though as he could feel things begin to tighten, he had been going a bit hard… his body was rearing for release.

Slowing down, he wrapped one of the legs around his hip and slipped his hand over the hand that was busy. The guard sucked in a breath, lidded hazel eyes flying open to watching as Salvatore took control. With both their hands working in tandem they slowed down together, precum covering their fingers with each pass.

“Don’t stop….” He panted, trying to refrain from bucking his hips, but that simple utterance doomed his fate as the cardinals hands slowed down.

The demon worked to bring them to completion together watching the guards reactions as guides for how close along he was. Together they walked up to the edge, Ones breath shaking as he panted, attempting not to lose his cool to early… the other whimpering as he wanted nothing more than to burst right then and there.

It seemed that it wouldn’t matter his efforts tonight, Garths body had enough. His torso twitched, abdomen clenching as he crumpled. Those hazel eyes rolled back in his head as his neck snapped and from him a choked moan flew, his breath coming in short bursts as his cock pulsed. As he shot forth, it landed on his chest and coated Salvatores hand, who watched on with quite the grin, suppressing the violent tingling he felt down below.

“A-aah. Fuck… fuck…” His breath harshened the words as his body continued to shake as he pushed his hips slightly into the mans hand.

Salvatore groaned as he finally stopped holding back, his clean hand jumped to Garths throat as his hips slam hard against his ass. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes squeezed shut, jaw tightening as the veins in his member throbbed. His balls squeezed to his body as he came, achy groans falling from his throat. Garths hands went to Salvatores wrist as the demon squeezed, cutting off air, the both of them momentarily gasping for breath as bliss danced across their bodies. But as soon as he could move he pulled that hand away, a pout crossing mans face, but relieved as the demon caught himself from falling forward.

Finally looking at each other, Salvatore tired  but pleased, Garth wearing a cheeky grin, they sat there for a moment panting under the blue lights.

“So. You going to tell me why your hands are black, boy blue?” He finally hummed between pants.

“Testa di merda.” He growled, pushing himself up slowly so he could untangle their bodies and pull out.

“Call me a shit head all you want, I want to know.” He smirked, shuttering as he felt empty without the other man inside him.

The cardinal rolled his eyes as he pulled off the condom and grabbed his clean up supplies. Hands working smoothly, he cleaned up the both of them.

“Can’t we just enjoy that we had sex tonight and now we get to cuddle and relax for a bit?”

“We always do that, don’t get me wrong, best thing ever but like… I want to know.”

Salvatores jaw tightened slightly as he tucked himself back into his underwear and left a kiss on Garths shoulder. Getting up with a wince of pain, he sauntered over to the bathroom to dispose of his trash. This wasn’t exactly something he liked to talk about, it was part of his transformation and his deal that still disturbed him. He never even told Secundo, the man who has dealt with every magical disturbance and occurrence within all ministry grounds for the last 40 years.

Garth huffed as he pushed himself off the tantra, taking a few unsteady steps away before standing up fully and stretching. Like clock work, though completely nude, he wiped down everything he had touched before putting things away without being asked. He knew Salvatores injuries made it hard for him to always get things put back away easily. While he could do it, it felt kinder to do it himself, taking off some of the load from the Cardinal for clean up afterwards.

“You don’t have to tell me. I mean Johnny doesn’t tell me everything either, and I get it. Especially if something is traumatizing enough that you don’t like reliving the memories of it. But that tells me that kind of memory it is, I may be dumb but not that dumb.” He called out loud enough for the Cardinal to hear him as he finished pushing the cross into place. “Just because you are upper clergy though doesn’t mean you can’t share emotions and feelings with the rest of us grunts.”

He sighed as he walked back out and leaned against the door frame watching as Garth hopped back into his underwear.

“Why do you want to know so badly? Almost 9 months of visits and you’ve never bothers to ask. But tonight you do ask and you keep pushing.”

“Cause I am curious. You normally answer everything with a smile or sarcasm. And that one thing you blew off.”

Pushing off the door frame, he walked to where Garth stood straightening his hair, reaching out to slide his arms around his hips. Pulling the skinny man against his chest, he weighed his options. He could just tell him, but then Garth would have sensitive information about him… he could lie but then Garth might pick up on it being a lie. Standing firm did nothing for him either when the man already pegged that it was painful for him.

“Do you really want to know?”

“I don’t have to know…” he murmured, leaning his head back as he looked towards the man.

“Yes or no question…”

“Of course I want to know. It seems to upset you that I have asked though.” Turning in his grasp, he looked up into the mismatched gaze with empathy, hidden emotions rarely seen by the man who jumps off buildings who walked around all smiles.

“They don’t always tell you the rules of how to sell your soul or how it goes down when you find the rituals in old books. They just give you the ingredients and a warning to not do it. Not why aside from ya know… why would you want to sell your soul.” He sighed slightly as Garth cocked his head. “I summoned them to make a deal for prowess… If I was going to surround myself with men all the time I wanted to be good-no … great in bed all the time. Better than killing my liver one weekend at a time, ironically I was drunk at that point though.”

“Most people just learn how to have sex better~” He teased lightly.

“I was 21, thinking clearly wasn’t my forte.” Squeezing tightly, he walked them backwards towards the bed. “Anyway… they came and heard my plea, and gave me my deal. I could become an incubus with the sexual prowess I was looking for, if I ripped out my own soul. If I failed to I would just become a demon and have to trade souls for them. I thought that would be too easy so I may have mouthed off a little and got burdened with having to feed and the curse of my venom that keeps me from kissing people.”

“And what if you just said never mind? Neither of those options sound like they would be worth it…” He murmured, following along as Salvatore and him fell backwards into bed together.

“I could have said no, I could have sent them away and be fine… but I didn’t. They gave me the power to feel my own soul long enough to grab it and I reached inside myself. Even though it felt like setting every nerve on fire, I peeled it from my bones. The black on my arms was from how deep I reached inside to pull it out… it’s also why it is always the first part I can change aside from my claws.” The Guards eyes widened slightly. “The claws weren’t part of the deal either… they were supposed to be blue too but they stayed opal… glimmering with the remnants of what I lost. The last part of me to touch my own soul before it went to Asmodeus… kinda secured my position in the lust ring once I eventually die though being given the blessing from Lucifer makes this a bit more difficult as I can go to either or.”

“So you are just like Johnny, no soul? But you seem so much better adjusted…” he leaned back as he touched across his chest as if he could see the lack of a soul.

“No, he died and lost his soul to Satan… he is a little less forgiving from what I’ve heard. Asmodeus gave me some grace, I could keep my life… my emotions… my thoughts, feelings… i just couldn’t kiss someone without poisoning them, like you’ve experienced. I had to feed on blood like other handmade demons… In time as my body adjusted to being infused with demons blood and dealing with the transformations I learned to deal with the rut cycles… gauging the level of constant hunger I was okay with to not over feed, figured out what  kept me from thinking about the empty hole I felt inside and the chill on my bones when I am alone.”

“Has it been worth it in the end then? What over a decade now?”

“It’s been a good time, but I cannot undo what I have done now. All sales are final…” he rolled his head back and laid there, staring up at the black ceiling.

The sudden hug had him caught off gaurd, he wasn’t expecting physical contact. While it was welcomed, his shoulder still tightened as he gave a slightly awkward laugh.

“Si claro, i look forward to lunch. I’m sorry for keeping you up so much later than you likely planned.” Scratching at the back of his neck, once free of the hug, he spun on his heels and made his way towards the door to let Klaus out. ”Buona notte, signore Klaus.”

Once alone, and he was sure no one was waiting outside his door, Salavtore let out a sigh that he had been holding back. He was always careful not to be noticed, not to be caught when he was wearing thin and now someone knew. It wasn’t entirely bad, he needed someone in his corner to tell him to slow the fuck down once in a while. But Klaus knows to much now, he has seen the scars, knows his background, and knows that Salvatore won’t stop until he crashes.

How embaressing, to be caught by the dad of the ministry. Now someone else cares about him far more than he anticipated. Rose from a hateful little voice in the back of his mind.

Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts to the side and frowned as he set the cane right against the door. He can’t leave without it being in the way this time. With unaided gait he wandered back towards his bed, peeling open the curtains just enough to slip through into the embrace of near total darkness. Had it not been for his halo it would be perfect darkness, but he created his own personal nightlight.

Hand on the bed, he slid around the edge until he finally rolled in, laying atop the fine quilts and sheets as his mind buzzed.

He was tired, exhausted, depressed, horny. This was a terrible mix. He could kill one issue to solve the other three…

Grabbing his phone from the night stand where he left it from his last return before he passed out infront of the door he sent off a text to one of the men who were usually up at this ungodly hour. He could sleep and deal with his depression in the morning after draining another mans balls.