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Stalking was an act usually done in secrecy, in the quiet, and alone. Which was why Andrealphus was utterly baffled at Vassago’s presence beside him.
When he had been discovered by the parrot he had been mortified; the time he spent watching Stolas and his little imp could easily be misconstrued. To his surprise the parrot had barely reacted, simply sitting next to him.
And he had simply acted like they were sitting at a Goetic dinner, not in a rented room across from the apartment in which Stolas now resided. He chattered away about all varieties of nonsense, and prodding Andrealphus to respond to it. He did his best, begrudgingly slipping back into the polite manner of personality he reserved for political meetings with his fellow Goetia.
It was frustrating, to have to keep appearances up during the one time he had been able to allow himself to relax. So endlessly frustrating.
And one day it was simply too much.
Vassago was talking about some thing or another, his voice grating on Andrealphus until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Why exactly are you here? I thought you liked Stolas—you certainly defended him incessantly during the trial—and yet here you are witnessing me spying on him and saying nothing! Why?” Andrealphus snapped at the parrot, his binoculars clutched tight with obviously telegraphed annoyance.
If I thought any harm would come of what you’re doing, ventisca, I’d tell them. And I’m here to bother you. The injustice of Stolas’ trial warrants more than just irritation, so you should consider yourself lucky. And I like seeing how happy Stolas is.”
Andrealphus frowned, his tail splaying out at Vassago’s endlessly irksome words. What was is about this parrot that eroded his patience. Vassago noticed his vexation, raising an amused eyebrow at his puffed-up tail.
“Lucky? I think you’re just afraid to outright oppose another prince. You’ve certainly reigned yourself in compared to the trial.” Andrealphus smirked. “That was quite uncouth, by the way.”
Vassago raised an eyebrow. “Forgive me,if I’m uncouth when someone so brazenly flouts everything I believe in just to gain a princehood he doesn’t even understand, cabrón.”
Andrealphus gasped, affronted. “How dare you! I am fully capable of fulfilling any duty my brother had, and fulfilling it better than him.”
“Hmm, and yet he’s able to find joy in his life and love much more effectively than you. That is, if you’re capable of loving anything.” Vassago said, his voice light but his eyes angry.
”I’ve had more lovers than you can possibly imagine, thank you. One doesn’t deal with the responsibility I do without finding ways to unwind. Something it seems you must know nothing about.” Andrealphus rose from his plush velvet seat and peered down at Vassago. “I think I’ll cut this short if all you plan to do is insult me. Good day.”
He turned to leave; there was no reason to spend a moment in this room if not for Stolas. It’s walls were covered in a drab gray wallpaper that was peeling away with age, it’s ceiling was white and dirty, and the floor was a carpet that seemed to have not been cleaned in decades. Andrealphus had gotten one of his servants to lay out rugs for walking so he didn’t have to touch it. The servant was then sworn to secrecy, of course.
Truly the only thing the apartment had going for it was its price. Andrealphus wouldnt have to milk his (admittedly large) coffers for extended observation. Though extended observation wasn’t feasible if Vassago carried on like this.
Andrealphus had already written off the whole endeavor and was making plans to dispose of all evidence when he felt Vassago’s hand on his shoulder. He batted his claw away and turned to face him.
“Do you really not see anything wrong with what you did to Stolas?” Vassago’s voice was almost pleading.
Andrealphus hesitated. It would be so easy to walk out and ignore Vassago. But he’d only keep up with his pestering. So he tried something he’d never thought to try before. Honesty.
“I cannot fathom why you think it matters. Leave the obsession with “morals” to the humans. The members of the Ars Goetia should have different concerns. Such as a prince cavorting around and plotting with one of peasants! Stolas’s punishment was lenient, all things considered.” Andrealphus said, more honesty coming out than he had planned.
“Do you really think I believe that? We both know Stolas isn’t the plotting type. He was saving his lover from the absolute bullshit of that trial. They didn’t even listen when he spoke!”
Andrealphus glared at him. “Of course I don’t. But if I must say the quiet part out loud, then I will. Love is not a good enough reason to elope with one of the lower class! This is not a fairy tale. We must sacrifice such silly things for the betterment of of our families and by extension the Ars Goetia. Just because Stolas does not understand the responsibilities of a Goetic Prince does not magically make them disappear.”
Vassago stepped closer. “Stolas is more free than you will ever be and I think you know it. I think you’re jealous.”
Andrealphus sniffed, turning his head away from Vassago. “How ridiculous. Me, jealous of my brother-in-law? He sleeps on the couch! I am far superior to him in every way.”
“If you are so superior to him, why exactly are you greedily peering into his life? I think you long for a relationship like his.” Vassago stepped even closer to Andrealphus, only inches away from him now.
“Because I have to make sure he doesn’t fuck everything up. Thankfully, he seems content to play house with that imp and his mutt.” Andrealphus said, glowering down at Vassago. “I don’t know why you’re complaining, everyone seems to have gotten what they wanted. You couldn’t ask for a better solution.”
“This is your best solution, Stolas being exiled?” Vassago said incredulously, his eyes burning holes in Andrealphus.
“The imp gets to keep his life, Stolas gets to spend time with his ‘love’ until he dies, I get to form important political relationships, and Stella will be allowed to remarry. When Stolas comes back hopefully he’ll have grown up enough to fulfill his duties.” Andrealphus spoke of his brother with disdain, as one might speak of a petulant child.
Vassago glared up at Andrealphus with heat in his gaze. “You are so fucking infuriating. If only you weren’t so pretty.”
“W-what?” Andrealphus said, eyes darting to Vassago’s. “I’m afraid I misheard you.”
“You didn’t. Your inability to feel empathy is astounding and frustrating. I curse my foolish heart every day for how forgiving it is.” Vassago pulled Andrealphus into a desperate, messy kiss.
Andrealphus froze, paralyzed with both shock and arousal. He was by no means inexperienced in the bedroom and had kissed many Goetia in his life. This was perhaps the best, most memorable kiss he’d ever experienced.
And almost as quick as it began, it was gone.
“But Lucifer are you gorgeous” Vassago said breathlessly, running one of his claws down Andrealphus’ back.
Andrealphus—still in a stupor—barely understood the words. What he did understand was the wetness it spawned between his thighs. He felt very hot suddenly.
Andrealphus came back into his mind back sitting in his chair, Vassago carefully undressing him. He normally would have slapped the parrot’s hands away and berated him for being so presumptuous but the almost painful pressure between his thighs kept his beak closed.
Andrealphus could not remember ever being quite this horny, the pressure only growing as Vassago removed his shirt, running his talons through Andrealphus’ chest feathers.
At some point—around halfway through the removal of his dress—Andrealphus realized that it had always been him doing the undressing, never his partner. He had always kept his clothes on, perhaps trading them for specific outfits should the need arise. He had always been the one in control during intercourse.
That was most definitely not what was happening here. Andrealphus opened his mouth to speak, to try to regain control of the situation. But Vassago chose that moment to slip his dress off, exposing his legs and thighs to the air. All that emerged from his mouth was a pitiful sounding whimper.
Vassago glanced up at the noise, his face curling into a warm smile as he saw Andrealphus’ face. “Soon, cariño. Soon.”
Vassago then turned his attention back to Andrealphus’ midsection, eyes quickly locking onto the dark blue lingerie that barely covered his cloaca. He placed a claw on either side of it, caressing Andrealphus’ inner thigh.
Andrealphus writhed beneath Vassago’s touch as one of his talons brushed his entrance. Andrealphus practically choked on his own desire, muscles melting into sludge.
“You like that? Do you want more?” Vassago’s face curled into a self-satisfied smirk.
Andrealphus was too horny to care about his dignity anymore. “Yes.” He said, voice filled to the brim with desperation.
“Yes, what?” Vassago said, his talons resuming their motions; albeit more slowly than before.
“Please.” Andrealphus said, embarrassed. He was supposed to make others beg! Why was he enjoying this so much?
“There we go. You just have to ask for what you want, cariño. Now, if you could take those pretty panties off for me?” Vassago moved his claws off Andrealphus, standing up.
Andrealphus obeyed, quickly slipping the only garment left on his body and letting it drop to the ground. He didn’t know exactly how to describe the feeling that being naked and vulnerable below Vassago felt, but he knew it was the most intimate, sexually arousing thing he’d ever experienced. He wanted Vassago to tell him what to do, and he wanted to listen.
Vassago smiled at him. “Good job. Now if you could stand up please.”
Andrealphus rose, pressing his thighs together as he did. Vassago slipped past him into the chair, pulling Andrealphus back down onto his lap.
Andrealphus let Vassago maneuver him onto his thigh, letting out a gasp as his cloaca met the warm, soft feathers of Vassago. He bucked his hips, a sharp blade of pleasure shooting up him.
“You can keep going, querido.” Vassago said, cheeks flushed. The parrot slipped a hand down his own pants as Andrealphus started rhythmically grinding on his thigh.
Andrealphus leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Vassago’s neck, pressing his face into his lover’s stomach to muffle his moans.
Vassago ran a hand through Andrealphus’ crest feathers, moaning as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “You’re so beautiful like this. So pretty rutting against me. If only there was a bed around here I’d make you feel good myself. But I’m sure you can that manage yourself, hmm?”
In response Andrealphus picked up his pace, loosening his muscles as he grew closer to tipping off the edge of bliss.
He rutted one last time, his whole body tensing as a wave of pleasure melted his muscles and dissolved his thoughts. Vassago bucked his leg, each movement sending another tremor of pleasure through Andrealphus.
The combination of several late nights watching Stolas; the exhaustion that came following an orgasm; and the softness of Vassago was getting to Andrealphus, and he felt himself beginning to fall asleep. He likely could have roused himself, but he saw no reason. He felt uncharacteristically safe in Vassago’s presence.
His eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep in the presence of someone else for the first time since childhood.
<p>Andrealphus woke with a start, eyes scanning an unfamiliar room. It was red accented with gold and the whole room had the faint scent of cinnamon and spice. The sheets were endlessly soft and the bed was covered with a red silken canopy draped over its golden banisters.</p>
“What. The. Fuck.” Andrealphus said, rising from the bed. He had no clothes on, but noticed them lying on one of the nightstands.
The memories of what he had done last evening flooded back into his head. He almost laughed out loud. He had fucked Vassago? It was hard to believe. Even harder to believe that Vassago had gone along with it.
The door opened and his head snapped towards it. It was Vassago.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good. My chauffeur is waiting outside whenever you’re ready to leave.” He paused. “And if you ever want to come and see me, my doors are open.”
“Ah.” Andrealphus said. “Thank you. Good day.” He waved Vassago out of the room before collapsing back to the bed.
He tried to tell himself he would never take Vassago up on his offer, but he knew that was a lie. He was free several days next week.
He was by no means going to just let Vassago think he was the winner of their little feud, but what was the harm of indulging in the meantime? Just because they were in disagreement didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy themselves.
He was especially inclined to take Vassago up on his offer because he knew that after last night’s experience he’d never be able to use a one night stand to unwind. Not after the highs Vassago has brought him to.
But the amount of sway Vassago held over him as of now was a problem for another day. Right now, he had to go meet Stella. His dear sister had begged him to be her partner for some kind of frivolous sport she was participating in.
He picked up his clothes and began to get dressed, fully planning on denying that he had ever been present here.