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Stellan eyed the apples one more time, his mouth salivating even knowing they were full of magical transformative properties. Despite having been picked at the turn of the new year, they had retained both their freshness and power. He wondered what the shelf life really was, especially if they took efforts to extend it like normal apples... if they even had a shelf life in the first place. He made a few more notes as he heard footsteps behind him. Hoof-steps, anyway.

"Still at it?" Davin asked from behind him. Stellan simply waved him forward with one hand as he lapped up some more coffee with his long tongue. "Also, teach me how to do that sometime."

"When you feel like going batty, I will," Stellan said, turning to look at an upside down Davin approaching him. Rather, he was the one who was currently inverted, his wings wrapped around him when he wasn't using his arms. "What about the bearer of Caledfwlch?"

"How'd you know that?" Davin asked, crossing his arms as he frowned.

"Why wouldn't I know? A mysterious human named Uther moves into your place, and you want me to think he's normal? It's obviously that sword again. Besides, Liam told me in passing."

"Oh, I see. How'd his meeting with Prudentia go?"

"He wouldn't tell you either, hm?" Stellan chuckled, Davin's look betraying his thoughts.

"No. He seems fine but he's kind of been busy, lately."

"I assume it went well, or else he'd be angry with me for suggesting the meeting in the first place," Stellan said, licking his lips sleepily. "Even so, I like her. Treated me like family when I was there the first time. Still sends me a Christmas card every other year, when she remembers to. She's usually very busy. But you didn't come here to chat about her, so what did you need?"

"Well, how about them apples?" Davin asked, laughing a bit at his own joke as Stellan rolled his eyes. "Anything new to report?"

"Well, Davin... 'them apples' are definitely not something we should give to mortals. Even just handling them makes me want to take a bite. I'm a sloth daemon who loves fruit, Davin. You don't know how tempted I am. It's a good thing I took precautions."

"Oh so I should probably put this down, then," Davin said, having grabbed one already. With some visible effort, he put it back before taking a few steps back. "I see what you mean, now..."

"I think they could be turned into some kind of cider, assuming you can find a way to distill the effects a bit. I tried to ask Seth for some help the other day but he blew me off. Said he was too busy."

"Hm, he has been doing that a lot lately," Davin sighed. "But it's not exactly his job to help with strange magic apples, even if he did accidentally produce them. I can't force him to help on this one. He hasn't been to the bar in a while either, except to work his required shift on Saturday last week. Or if he has been here, he hasn't bothered talking to me."

"Well you'll see him this Saturday," Stellan reassured him, before tilting his head in confusion as Davin shook his head. "No?"

"It's his birthday this week, and I promised in advance to give him that night off," Davin sighed. "So unless he comes in for a drink, he'll probably be spending time with that new boyfriend of his."

"He seems happy at least," Stellan shrugged, spreading his wings a bit as he turned his body around. His powerful clawed feet had no trouble gripping the padded bar above him, textured in just the right way so he wouldn't lose his grip. Crossing his arms, he smirked as a thought occurred to him. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Me? No," Davin said, almost reaching out for one of those apples again before catching himself. "I'm just worried is all. I know what it's like to fall head over heels for a guy, especially an exciting 'bad boy' type."

"Oh, I see," Stellan said, nodding. "But this isn't the first time a mortal has done this, you know? Though, his boyfriend... Onyx, was it? He's a daemon like us?"

"Seth doesn't like talking about it when I do see him, but yes. Lust daemon like me. That's why I'm a bit worried; my kin don't often treat hearts kindly. Though so far it just seems like a sexual fling for Seth, and I am always telling him to try new things. As worried as I am, I'm also kind of proud of him for exploring himself and his options."

"Preachers' sons tend to go the complete polar opposite when they rebel," Stellan laughed, scratching his chest idly. Picking up an apple carefully, Stellan held it out to Davin with a gesture of warning. "Tell me what this smells like, would you? And ONLY smell it please."

"Smells... sweet. But also sort of manly, if that makes sense? I..." Davin said, opening his mouth as he leaned forward. Stellan retracted it just as his teeth chomped tight, causing him to snap out of it and hold his mouth in pain. "Fuck!"

"That's what I thought might happen, sorry," Stellan said, placing the apple back and picking up his notepad before jotting down a few things. "I smell a few more things than you, but it seems there's a magical compulsion that even affects daemons."

"Took you that long to figure out, huh?" Davin asked, shaking his head as he focused.

"You know I work at my own pace, and it never hurts to confirm things," Stellan said. "You're lucky this interests me or else I wouldn't be working on it at all. Are you feeling anything else, while I've got my notes out?"

"I'm suddenly hungry, and my mouth won't stop watering dammit," Davin said. "It wasn't like this when I was picking the damn things, so why now?"

"Hm... perhaps as they ripened the magic had a chance to activate or something similar... I see I see..." Stellan said, jotting his notes down before putting everything back down. "I may need to strengthen my wards, then. But I'm done for today."

Yawning, Stellan flipped as he let go of the bar, expertly landing on his feet as his wings stretched and folded over him. Opening one eye, he eyed Davin up and down as the bartender looked over at the apples again.

"None of that," Stellan scolded, shooing him out of the room as he walked. Snapping out of it again, Davin nodded as he allowed himself to be pushed out of the room. When they were out in the hallway once more, Stellan closed the door and placed a hand in the center. A pulse of magic spread out into the ley lines etched into it, glowing brightly as the lock formed once again. He'd insisted on tying it specifically to him after he'd caught some of the staff about to bite into the apples, though luckily the wards he'd set up had slowed them down enough for him to intervene. While the apples weren't dangerous, the last thing any of them wanted was for a bunch of trees growing in the middle of the bar.

"You want a drink?" Davin asked, motioning toward the entrance to the bar. They were in the many backrooms of Deviant Delights, since Liam had insisted the apples not leave the bar. Stellan hadn't minded; if it meant free drinks every so often and a place to sleep away from his realm, he was down with it. Not that he hated his realm, but even a Sloth daemon needed a break from other Sloth daemons.

"Sure. Something sweet and fruity. No alcohol," Stellan said, closing his eyes as he followed. Even if he couldn't 'see', he could hear where he was going as he followed Davin's loud hoof-steps. He'd learned a long time ago how to do echolocation without using his bat form, so he had a pretty good idea of where he was as the sounds bounced around the walls and doors. He opened an eye after passing through into some large area, confirming his suspicions that they were at the bar proper now.

"Why don't you ever order alcohol?" Davin asked, though once he stepped behind the bar he began mixing the drink up anyway. A few other patrons moved out of Stellan's way, curious and intimidated by the large bat anthro at the same time. "This is a bar."

"I like to stay sharp. Alcohol dulls the senses, and I'm already tired as it is," Stellan said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Just because I hate working doesn't make me lazy or a drunkard. You should know that about me."

"I know, but I'm convinced I'll get you to change your mind one of these days," laughed Davin, clearly in his element as he placed the drink before Stellan. "You'll like this one, I'm sure."

"Hm, strawberry is always nice," Stellan said, a look of triumph on Davin's face as the bat looked at him. "But passion fruit? Do you have a crush on me, Davin?"

"How can you always tell what I put in before you taste it?" Davin sighed, defeated once more. "Anyway, you're cute Stellan, but if I get in your bed I'm likely to sleep through the next week. Even though I do like your cuddles."

"It's better if you're a bat like me. You should try it sometime," Stellan said, opening his wings a bit to allow himself to grab the drink as he relaxed.

"Tempting, but I'll pass for now," Davin said, winking. "Maybe later, when I have a week off."

"I'll hold you to it, assuming we're not busy with this apple business," Stellan said, closing his eyes as his tongue darted in and out of the liquid from his glass. "Mmm... you know little brother, I like this place. It's a lot more chill than I thought it would be, considering what you are."

"Hey, even a lust daemon needs to relax," Davin said, rolling his eyes. "Also stop calling me that. I swear, you and Maeryn are the worst. Even if it's technically true in your case. Still, I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself."

"I might come by every so often, then. But you're always welcome to spend time in my realm. As much time as you'd like. I won't judge."

"Who's seducing who now, hm? But I'll keep it in mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see to some of the other customers. Jared's signaling me for help..."

"I'll be here for a while yet," Stellan said, nodding as he simply enjoyed the atmosphere. If he'd been right under a speaker, the music would have definitely been too loud. But even with the busy beats around him and the frenetic dancing behind him on the dance floor, he found himself at relative peace as he simply existed. He'd been working for an hour on those apples today, so he figured he'd earned a long rest.

*******

"When was the last time you slept, man?" Chase asked him, helping the wolf rack the weights.

"What's it to you?" Seth spat, before wincing. "Ah... sorry man. I guess I've slept well enough but... you know how it is."

"I guess," the rat said, crossing his buff arms as he looked him over. Seth wasn't sure why everyone kept judging him lately; sure, sometimes he snapped at people, but that was about it. As he stood he looked himself over in the mirror of the gym room they were in. He could see a couple behind them going through their fantasy of a couple of dumb jocks pretending to be straight but were 'secretly gay for each other', and another few were doing other various things, but he was here with Chase purely for the workouts.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Seth growled, eyeing Chase through the mirror as he flexed. For a while, the rat had been frowning.

"...I'm just worried," Chase said, sighing. "I don't like to accuse people of... taking illegal substances... but if you were, would you tell me?"

"What, you mean like if I was on 'roids? You know I don't do that shit," Seth laughed, rolling his eyes. "...I guess I have been gaining a lot lately though. Feels fucking good, but it's natural. I promise."

"Uh huh..." Chase said, not convinced. Those eyes... judging him again. "If you don't want to tell me the truth, it's fine. I just care, okay? I want to help."

"I AM telling the truth," Seth said, rounding on him. "Like hell I'd take anything that's gonna shrink my balls. I've just been getting some help from Onyx between our sessions."

"Your boyfriend? How could he be helping?" Chase asked, as curious as he was skeptical.

"You'd have to see for yourself," Seth said, deflecting. "If you want me taking some kind of drug test, though... I'll take it. Just to get people like you off my back."

"We're done here," Chase said, sighing. "I don't know why you're being like this, but I didn't agree to work for Mr. Connors just to be a punching bag for his employees. This is my gym, remember? For as long as I work here it's mine."

"I..." Seth said, beginning to apologize before he clenched his jaw. He could almost hear it in his head, how he was a strong alpha who didn't need to apologize for anything. He was a man, not a weak ass boy who backed down at the first sign of trouble. "Fine then. I didn't sign up for a session just to be accused of taking 'roids by someone I thought was a friend!"

"...Look," Chase said, sighing. "If you can prove it to me, that these gains of yours are 'natural' in the sense you're not taking drugs or whatever, then I'll take back everything I said. If you can't, then I'm going to Mr. Connors with this. That's as lenient as I'm gonna be, and only because the reason I'm even a trainer in the first place is because of a good drink from a daemonic bar. Deal?"

"Deal," Seth said, laughing. "I'll see you in an hour. My place."

"If you say so," Chase said, shrugging before turning back to mind some of the other patrons here. "Just be ready."

Seth took his jacket from nearby and put it on; it had started not fitting quite right before Onyx had helped him with it, but even so he realized it was shorter than before even as his chest popped out of it. His nipples were barely covered, but he didn't care. He felt good, sexy, and powerful. Rubbing his sore shoulder, he smiled as he was reminded of Orias' fangs and venom. Maybe he'd bite him again today; the thought of that made him almost completely hard, though his thong prevented him from reaching full mast as always. It was starting to feel pretty tight on him, outlining his cock perfectly even with his pants on, and he was pretty sure he was wider than before. He spaced out thinking of everything and nothing, avoiding the bar and Davin as he headed toward the exit. He'd had enough of being judged today, so he wasn't about to get into it with his boss if he thought the same way. Not today. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his black and purple bandana and tied it around his head the way Orias had showed him, leaving holes for his ears as it rested just over his eyebrows. Making sure the knot was secure, he placed his hands in his pockets as he entered the alley. He was vaguely aware of people greeting him or saying his name, but he ignored them all or pretended he didn't hear them as he walked out onto the sidewalk. Pulling out a cigarette, he hesitated as he brought his lighter to it. He had the feeling he hadn't always smoked, but shaking his head he realized he was just having one of his weird moments again. Of course he smoked, his head told him. Lighting it, he took a few puffs as he moaned, the nicotine rushing through him as he blew the smoke out his nostrils. It calmed his nerves, making him feel better after all the bullshit he'd just went through.

"Hey beautiful," he heard, smiling as a pair of hands covered his eyes. "Guess who."

"Onyx," he said, smiling as he turned around and hugged the cobra daemon. "I was just about to call you, babe."

"Call me anything you want," Orias said, winking. "I thought I'd come get a drink and wait to pick you up from your workout, but you're already out here. Something happen? You seem tense..."

"I left early because my trainer thinks I do fuckin' steroids," Seth growled. "Wants me to prove all this muscle you helped me with is natural, or he's gonna tell my boss. So yeah, I'm kinda pissed. He's gonna come to my place in an hour, so I'm afraid we can't go to yours right now until I get this shit sorted out."

"I was going to take you to yours, actually," Orias said, giving Seth's ass a quick grope before he motioned for him to follow him to his motorcycle. "Come on. I want to teach you how to drive this."

"Really?" Seth asked, his mood instantly improving. "I mean, I've been wanting to ask you but... fuck. Why am I so fucking timid all of a sudden? Gods..."

"Best way to get over your nerves is to just do it. So, hop on," Orias said, waiting until Seth was on the motorcycle before climbing on behind him. Even with the wolf in front of the cobra anthro, he still felt so small as Orias was able to reach everything still. The only difference was now Seth could feel the bulge of those hemipenes against him as he shivered with delight. "Pay attention, now. This is..."

Seth focused as Orias explained every part and how it related to driving the bike he was sitting on. He had felt intimidated at first, but as Orias kept patiently working him through it he began to feel a bit of familiarity with it all. He'd dreamed of this a few times, driving a motorcycle like Orias did, but now it was actually happening. What he wasn't expecting however was when Orias began detailing some of the more magical aspects of his bike. How it didn't need fuel, or how it helped the driver steer and correct in anticipation of what was ahead. In the extremely unlikely event that he would crash, the entire magical supply would surround them like some strange airbag and protect them from harm. It fascinated him.

"Did you get all that?" Orias asked, scratching his unkempt jaw. His fur had been growing in rough in certain places lately, but he found he didn't mind at all.

"I got the gist of it, yeah," Seth said, before Orias handed him the key.

"Go on then, little wolf," Orias whispered, making Seth stifle a moan. "Show me what you've got."

"Don't call me little," growled Seth, though he was happy as he clenched his cigarette in his mouth and turned the key in the ignition. Feeling the engine roar to life beneath him, he tenderly gripped the handlebars before a bit of nervousness returned. Was he really cut out for this? He quickly relaxed as Orias gave him a comforting squeeze on his hand; this was just like his dream he realized, save for the fact his boyfriend was ready at a moment's notice to help correct his course if he messed up. Even so, he knew the magic in this vehicle would help him before that even became a necessity. Instinctively, he revved the engine a few times before checking for traffic. Once it was clear, he began to accelerate out of the parking spot and into the street.

"That's it," Orias said, encouraging him. If he wanted him to speed up, he didn't say anything as Seth kept going. He knew it wasn't all him driving this, but he still felt wild somehow. Free. Was this how every motorcycle driver felt, or was it just him in particular? Did it even matter, really? At a red light, he leaned back and smoked his cigarette as they waited. Looking over, he saw a couple in a car giving him a dirty look before he growled and flipped them off.

"Fucking judgmental pricks," he growled, dropping the nearly spent cigarette onto the asphalt as he readjusted his package. "You'd think they'd never seen a real man before."

"Damn right, babe," Orias agreed, causing Seth to jump a bit in his seat. "Forget I was here?"

"I just..."

"Oh I get it. When it's just you, this machine, and the road... you just get into it. But the light's green, babe."

"Ah fuck!" Seth shouted, gunning the engine before anyone behind them could get angry enough to honk. Feeling his heart rate starting to calm down after a few moments, he realized that Orias had had his arms around his chest for a while instead of on the handlebars. "...This is amazing."

"Isn't it though?" Orias said, starting to tease his nipples. "You look good like this."

"I look good like this," Seth agreed, nodding. "But you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."

"So?" Orias laughed, tweaking his piercings just a bit harder. "You can't say you're not hard right now. Even I get hard driving this. The vibrations, you see."

"Yeah usually I get hard but... this is different," Seth said, unable to stop smiling. He was driving this machine of pure power and manliness. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever drive anything again, nevermind a motorcycle. Before Seth realized it, they were coming up on his apartment complex. He felt a pang of sadness, knowing he was going to have to get off this ride soon. Parking in his designated parking spot - of which every resident had one, but he'd never been able to utilize until now - he turned off the engine and handed the key back to him.

"You did well," Orias said, kissing him on the neck and giving him a small squeeze. Getting off the motorcycle, he helped Seth off as well before wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"...I wish I could've kept driving, honestly."

"Why didn't you?" Orias asked, curious.

"You know why. I gotta..."

"...meet with your trainer, yes. Perhaps I should be there too, hm?"

"If you want. It might be easier to explain if it's you doing it. I doubt he'll believe me. The only reason I was willing to deal with him at all was because he's really good at his job when he's not pissing me off. Gods, the longer I think about it the more angry I'm getting at him. Fucking..."

"I know what'll help you relax," Orias said, stopping them both and turning Seth towards him. Looking up expectantly, Seth began feeling his worries and cares melt away as Orias' eyes glowed, framed by that flared hood that confused his senses the longer he stared. He knew what it did to him by now, but he had expressed more than once he was into it much to Orias' surprise. So now whenever he felt upset or angry, the cobra would help to ease his tension by having him stare into those orange eyes of his. It made him horny most of the time, but he was willing to live with that as his anger and irritation was replaced with need and lust. Blinking as Orias snapped his fingers, he realized they had somehow made it up to his apartment and he was sitting on his couch with Orias holding him in his arms.

"I love it when you do that," Seth said, smiling as he kissed Orias' chest. "Want a smoke?"

"No, it's almost time to entertain your guest," Orias said, nodding towards the lone clock on the wall. Shit, it really was almost time, and if he knew the gym rat like he thought he did then he knew Chase was nothing if not punctual. As if on cue, he heard a few loud knocks on the door. Growling, Seth mentally braced himself as he walked across the floor and undid the locks on his door. Opening it, he nodded in greeting as he motioned for the rat to walk inside.

"You're here. Come in," Seth said, a scowl on his face. Without a word, Chase walked in before Seth closed the door and locked it up again. At a look from the gym rat, he shrugged. "You never know. Anyway, Chase? This is my boyfriend Onyx. Boyfriend Onyx? Chase."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," the cobra said, not moving a muscle from the couch.

"...Hey," Chase said, looking between Seth and Orias before another flash of judgment crossed his eyes. Seth felt a deep growl emanating from his chest before Orias snapped his fingers. Blushing, Seth sighed as he scratched his chin before gesturing for Chase to sit down in a nearby chair before heading toward the kitchen.

"You want a beer? Oh, right... you don't drink," Seth said, realizing his mistake. "More for me then."

"What happened, Seth? You never used to be like this. Granted, I've only known you for a little while, but this kind of change is a bit drastic..."

"Seth's been rediscovering himself. Oh and babe, get one for me will you?" Orias said, his voice ringing clearly through the open plot of the living room and kitchen. Cracking open the fridge, Seth grabbed two beers and shoved the door closed with an elbow. As he headed back to the couch, he tossed a beer to the cobra who caught it with one hand before opening it in one fluid motion. "Drastic or not, this is what he wants. Why the sudden concern?"

"Well, I'm not one to judge when it comes to changing who you are," Chase chuckled, flexing his pecs as he said that. "...It's just his gains lately have been going very well. Too well, for the diet plan and routine I've got him on. I don't like to think my clients are using, ah... performance enhancers, but with Seth I'm concerned. Especially with his job and all that."

"For the last fucking time I'm not..." Seth began, furiously cracking open his beer before shaking his head. "Fuck it. You won't believe me no matter what I say. You're looking at me just like my dad did whenever I would make a simple mistake."

"He's not taking anything illegal, if that's what you're worried about, ah..."

"Chase," the rat said, irritation on his face at having to remind the cobra.

"Yes, Chase. Cute name for a cute rat like you. But you see, I'm a daemon. While I could, with enough power in my own realm, reform his body much like you reformed yours with a simple drink... well, I've been helping Seth in a slower, more enjoyable way. His leathers, the occasional love bite I give him... it all adds up."

"Even my leathers, huh?" Seth asked, surprised to hear that but finding he was okay with it. "I guess that makes sense. I did say I wanted to have more muscle..."

"So it's not natural, then?" Chase asked, sighing.

"Oh, it's as natural as your own transformation. You were human once, Seth tells me. All my power does for him is help him to achieve his true potential. He knows this, and has accepted it. If you would like for me to stop, however, I will. Especially if his job might be in danger..."

"...No, I think that's... probably fine," Chase said, closing his eyes and rubbing them. "I was just concerned he was taking something that would hurt him. It's not just his gains, but his change in attitude lately. He's meaner, less patient... more aggressive. He even smiles less around people, not just me. It's like he's a different person altogether, you know?"

"Ah... I see how that might confuse you, then," Orias hissed, a wide smile on his face. "Seth, have you been causing trouble again?"

"I... not on purpose," Seth sighed, looking down in shame. "I'm just so tired of being meek and useless. I want to be strong. Maybe I took it too far, Chase. I don't know. I just wish you understood where I was coming from instead of jumping to conclusions. That's what's got me pissed right now."

"Sorry," Chase said, his expression softening. "...I guess you're not using anything, but that doesn't mean I'm not concerned about you. But I'll stop pestering you. If you do want to talk, about anything, I'll be there to listen this time. Okay?"

"...Yeah man, sure. Whatever," Seth said, shrugging as he took another swig of his beer. "Thanks for... being concerned, I guess."

"It'd be a shame if you had to leave so soon," Orias said, wrapping an arm around Seth's shoulders as he stared at Chase. "Why not hang out for a bit?"

"I don't know if Seth..."

"I'm fine with it," Seth said, smiling. "Really. I mean sure I've had a rough day, but if Orias wants you to hang out then I'm cool with it too. Though I wasn't really expecting company so forgive the mess."

"Well, okay then," Chase said, shrugging. "I don't mind a bit of a mess, either. I work in a gym, and a particularly adult rated one at that."

"Well, then come on," Orias said, scooting over and patting the seat between him and Seth. "You can't get a good view of the television from there."

"Yeah come sit with us," Seth said, a lewd smile on his face as he eyed the attractive rat up and down. "I know you want to."

Without a word, Chase shrugged and rose to his feet. Seth wasn't sure if it really was no big deal with him or if the gym rat was simply trying to play it cool, but before he knew it there was a big hunk of muscle between him and his boyfriend. The wolf was quick to notice the bulge in his shorts, though instead of commenting on it Seth simply wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Someone's excited," Orias said, noticing the same thing as he gently massaged Chase's thigh. "Maybe you've fantasized about this? Well, no matter; I'm not here to judge your desires. Though I certainly can help satisfy them, if you wish."

"I thought you were both..."

"We have an open relationship," Seth said, smiling lewdly. "I know you have a thing for me, but what do you think about my boyfriend?"

"...He's hot. You both are," Chase admitted, allowing himself to be a bit timid between the two. It was a far cry from his usual confidence, though maybe he was simply waiting to see what happened. "But maybe you can show me how he's helped you get so buff? Just so I have peace of mind."

"I think the truth is that you want the same thing," Orias said, leaning in to kiss Chase on the neck. The gym rat gasped, but didn't pull away. "I can sense that desire in you. To be big and strong, but also healthy. After all, why trade in one life for another that's equally as flawed? But I promise my methods are natural, even if to mortals it may be supernatural. Are you willing to have an open mind about that?"

"Sure, I suppose," Chase sighed, relaxing as he reclined back. "What do I have to do?"

"You don't have to 'do' anything," Orias said, insisting on that point. "Though if you truly want the same experience as Seth, as well as the benefits of more efficient workouts, you would need to let me bite you."

"Bite me?!" Chase said, eyes snapping open. "Why?"

"It's not that bad," Seth chuckled, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from standing up. "He's been biting me every day since we met. It makes you insanely horny, but I have to admit I love the muscle I've gained as well. It's really no different than you taking those supplements you were trying to get me on the other day."

"It just seems kind of weird, but then most daemonic stuff is," Chase said, a worried but conflicted look on his face. "...It's natural? Really?"

"Yes, really," Orias said, grazing his fangs against his fur. "I'd only give you a very small dose if that's your concern. You can also just say no. We can have plenty of fun without it, so there's no pressure."

"Well, you can't really do anything to harm me, I guess," Chase sighed. "Alright. I'll try it. I guess if it were bad then the Unity would already have done something about it."

"This will hurt just a bit, but then you will feel nothing but pleasure," Orias crooned as he helped take off his shirt, and Chase closed his eyes as he braced himself. Seth watched as the rat nodded, prompting the cobra to instantly jab him on his exposed shoulder. His cry of pain quickly melted into a moan of pleasure as his head lolled back onto the couch and Orias licked the small pinprick wounds over. "Your turn, Seth."

Smiling, Seth was already taking off his jacket as he leaned over Chase, not even flinching as those fangs sunk into his shoulder for a fair bit longer than they had been in the rat before licking his wounds closed as well. He felt it was a bigger dose than before, but despite feeling the usual horniness he didn't feel too different than when he usually got his daily dose of venom. His muscles pulsed with pleasure as the venom coursed through him, and by the time it had settled in his cock and balls he had already sat back down and freed them from his pants and thong. He was definitely much bigger than he used to be, and he was very much enjoying it.

"There's my big bad wolf," Orias praised, causing Seth's chest to swell with pride. "How do you feel, Chase?"

"...I feel good," Chase said, clearly out of it as he stroked his dick through his shorts. "Horny. God I'm so horny."

"Let me help you," Seth said, any and all animosity gone as he slipped his hands over the edge of his shorts and pulled downward. Orias did the same from his side, leaving Chase in just a jockstrap as his cock strained against the fabric. As the rat moved to stroke again, Orias took his left and wrapped it behind his back. Taking his lead, Seth mirrored the action with Chase's right hand and gave it to Orias, who had grabbed Chase's tank top and began to bind his wrists together.

"This will be much more fun if you don't make yourself cum so easily," Orias encouraged, and Chase nodded even as he panted with arousal. Bucking his hips into his jock strap, he looked from Orias to Seth before noticing the wolf's cock was out and throbbing.

"You're... much bigger," he said, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he licked his lips. "Can I..."

"It's not going to suck itself," laughed Seth, inviting the rat to go down on him. "Go ahead."

He did his best to readjust himself before Orias helped him onto his knees on the couch, which positioned him in such a way that his muzzle was pressed against those musky balls. Inhaling deeply, he moaned as he began to lick and kiss them like they were his whole world. Seth had been there before, and he merely chuckled as he felt his own venom beginning to heighten his own pleasure and arousal. It was all that mattered now, though constant exposure had allowed him to gain a degree of control over himself even while lust filled his entire being. He imagined it must be somewhat like how a lust daemon must feel, sans the need to feed on the energies of mortals of course. Chase moaned suddenly, his hot breath on Seth's shaft causing the wolf to throw his head back in pleasure. Looking over to Orias, he saw that his lover had buried his own face in that perfectly framed bubble butt, his hands massaging and groping those cheeks as he rimmed the gym rat.

"Don't stop..." Chase pleaded, before closing his eyes and licking up and down Seth's shaft. It wasn't the most graceful blowjob Seth had received, but considering his hands were bound the wolf didn't complain as he allowed him to just do what he could. The cock worship was actually getting him harder, even.

"You're just a submissive beta after all," Seth laughed, grabbing his hair with one paw and shoving his face into his groin. "Don't you think you should apologize for what you said earlier, little rat?"

"So sorry, sir..." Chase panted, trying to wrap his lips around the head of his shaft. "Please forgive me, sir."

"Hm, I'm not sure I believe you," Seth said, pulling his head up slightly so that his eyes stared into his. "I think you were jealous of me. That's why you said those hurtful things. The same reason you're here, sharing in my boyfriend's gift with me. You want to be just like me, but you were too afraid to ask. That's what I think."

"Don't know... maybe," Chase said, his addled mind not sure what to think about other than the cock in front of him and the rimming he was enduring in the back. "Jealous...? Don't know... god you're big..."

"Mmm, tasty," Orias said, coming up for air as he licked his lips. "Keeps himself clean too. But you know what I think, babe? With this jockstrap and perfect ass, and with him drooling over your cock... I don't think he's jealous of you. I think he's jealous of us being together."

"Is that true, Chase? Feeling left out?" Seth asked, before Chase did his best to nod. "Well, tell you what. If you please me and my boyfriend here well enough, I'll forgive what you said about me. Sound good?"

"Yes... sir," Chase panted, waiting for Seth to readjust himself so that his cock was just inches from the rat's face. "So juicy..."

"Then have a proper taste," Seth said, wrapping his hand to the back of his head and lowering him onto his throbbing member. The rat wasted no time in wrapping his muzzle around his shaft, sucking greedily as Orias continued rimming him from behind. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in eagerness as he did what he could to please him. Seth couldn't help but feel hard at the dominance he was exerting over the other male, even if the attention was sloppy. It really wasn't about what he was feeling physically at that point, anyway.

"Enjoying yourself, Seth?" Orias said, resting his chin on the base of Chase's tail.

"Gods yes," Seth growled, bucking his hips as his cock slipped out of the rat's mouth, slapping against the rat's face. "What about you?"

"You know I always enjoy a bit of cake. I imagine Chase is more of a top, from how he's acting though."

"I'm actually a switch..." Chase said, inhaling deeply over and over as he licked those hefty balls of Seth's.

"There you have it," chuckled Orias, kneading his ass with one hand as he slowly unbuckled his belt. "Tell me, Chase. Would you like to have one of my cocks buried deep inside of you while you suck my boyfriend off?"

"Oh god yes," Chase moaned, instinctively shoving his ass back as he looked up at Seth, licking slowly as he did his best to tease him. "Fuck me daddy. Feel so empty, mff."

"You heard him, Seth," Orias said, winking as the wolf smiled widely. "Let's help him out."

"You got it, babe," Seth growled, licking his lips as he helped guide his thick cock into the rat's willing mouth. The vibration of his moan caused Seth to tilt his head back in pleasure as he bucked forward, and looking over he could see it was because Orias had begun penetrating the rat from behind. From what Seth could see, it was only one of his cocks as the other slid up and down in the crack between his cheeks, the cobra grabbing Chase's tail and using it like some sort of leash. Soon they both got into a rhythm where they thrust at the same time, spit-roasting the rat between them in perfect sync as he moaned from the pleasure of the double penetration. If Seth thought it had been pleasurable before to be fucked and sucked off by Orias, then he was in pure heaven as his dominant streak continued to grow within him. This was right, this was how he should be. He was aware of saying things as he lost himself in the pleasure of that hot, wet mouth around his shaft, though the words didn't matter so much as his thoughts of dominating other men and being worshiped by submissives like the gym rat between them.

"I'm close," Orias hissed, and Seth realized he was as well. "Get ready, little rat."

All Chase could do was moan in pleasure as the two of them increased their thrusts, and when Orias' cocks - inside and outside - began to unload, Seth felt his own seed pulsing forth into the rat's open throat as he snarled in triumph. Once he was spent he leaned over Chase as he supported himself, not caring that the rat's face was now buried into the couch cushion. He kissed Orias as the cobra leaned over to him. Pulling out, he lifted the rat into a sitting position on the couch as Chase tried to catch his breath, cum all over his chin and chest as he swallowed what was still in his mouth.

"You could have gone easier on him," Orias chuckled, wiping a bit from Chase's lips with one finger before bringing it to his own mouth. "It seems he enjoyed it, though."

"Of course he did, this is what he was made for," Seth growled, nibbling his exposed nipple. He was briefly aware that this wasn't how he normally would act, that a lot of what he'd been doing lately was strange. But he pushed those weak thoughts down as quickly as they emerged. He wasn't a coward anymore.

"Should we let him have his release?" Orias asked Seth, his wicked smile a reflection of Seth's own. "What do you think, babe?"

"He's barely done anything to earn it," Seth said, teasing the rat's member through his jockstrap. "And he still owes me, so... let's just keep it locked away, hm? Keep him on edge..."

"I like how you think," Orias chuckled, before turning to whisper in Chase's ear. "Would you like that, little rat? To have your cock locked away and at our mercy? The very thought of it is turning you on, isn't it?"

"Y-yes..." Chase said, biting his lip to stifle a moan as he thrust into his jockstrap. "More..."

"Maybe we'll let you release later," Orias offered, placing a palm over Chase's bulge as it began softening, though from the look on the rat's face Seth could tell the pleasure wasn't fading at all. If anything, it was increasing as the cobra's power surged forth and transformed the jockstrap from cloth to leather, a glowing lock symbol appearing as it contoured perfectly to his balls and cock. "For now, enjoy."

"Yes sir," moaned Chase, unable to do anything to stop the two from massaging his pecs and abs. Seth was turned on despite being spent still; who knew the big confident gym rat had had such submissive desires deep inside?

"What a nice birthday present," chuckled Seth, half-joking as he looked into Orias' eyes. They were both resting their heads on either shoulder, using Chase like some sort of living body pillow.

"You know... I was going to wait until Saturday, but..." Orias said, taking something out of his pants pocket before tossing it at Seth. Instinctively catching it, he saw a set of motorcycle keys.

"What's this?" Seth asked, feeling moved by the sight. "Is this..."

"Oh, I'm not giving you my own ride, if that's what you think," Orias laughed, smiling at the wolf's confused expression. "I'm giving you your own ride. Happy birthday, Seth."

"I..." Seth said, trembling with excitement. "I don't know what to say."

"Go on, it's downstairs," Orias said, tracing a finger along Chase's pecs. "I want to have a bit more fun with this one, so go and enjoy the night like the big bad wolf I know you are."

"Damn right I will," Seth said, unable to stop smiling as he leapt to his feet. Laughing, he quickly stuffed his cock back into his thong and pants before buckling his belt, grabbing his jacket from the floor. "Is it like yours?"

"Yes, but more your style," Orias chuckled. "I'm sure you can find out the rest. What's the fun if I spoil it all in advance?"

"See you later, babe," Seth said, quickly kissing Orias as he pulled his jacket on before running toward the front door. Unlocking it as quickly as he could, he slammed it shut behind him in his excitement and stomped toward the elevator.

*******

"What a beauty," Seth said, finding his ride right next to Orias'. How had he not seen it? Maybe having the key was what made it visible now, or maybe he just hadn't paid enough attention. Either way, he ran a hand over the purple leather seat as he admired the amazing details. He knew immediately it would fit him perfectly even before he sat on it; upon touching the handlebars, he could feel magic flow through him as it attuned to him. Even if he hadn't known so much about magic already, the knowledge he gained from it more than confirmed his theory. It was as if he'd always ridden a motorcycle, and on a whim he whipped out his wallet to find his driver's license had changed. Even if the law pulled him over, he'd at least have that to use against them. Checking his mirrors, he smiled and gave a wink before turning his key in the ignition.

"Looks good on you," he heard his own voice say, causing him to freeze. Looking up, he saw his reflection looking back at him with a different expression. "Yeah, I said it. So what?"

"Fuckin' hell," Seth said, smiling. "Who are you?"

"You, dumbass," the mirror said, laughing at him. "Your innermost thoughts, anyway. A gift from our mutual lover. I'm you, and you're me."

"...That's gonna take some getting used to, but damn that's hot," Seth said, shaking his head as he backed out of the parking spot. Giving it a few test revs, he calmed himself from his horny state and focused on the ride itself. "This feels right."

"Of course it does," Mirror-Seth said, reflecting his own thoughts. It was one thing to think it, but to hear himself say it only fueled his confidence. "I know, talking to yourself is crazy. Well, we're one crazy bastard."

"Fuck yeah we are," Seth said, finding himself agreeing. Of course he agreed. It was him in that mirror. He didn't have any destination in mind as he kept driving, enjoying the feel of the engine and the thrum of magic. It was like the motorcycle was just an extension of himself with how well it handled, and how instinctively he drove. He'd almost forgotten that he'd never driven one before today with how well he was doing, though he was surprised when he saw his eyes glowing purple in the mirror whose only purpose was to show his own reflection to himself. The other mirrors reflected traffic perfectly, though no matter how brightly the lights shone from behind him he never felt blinded by them.

"You already know why they glow," Mirror-Seth said, and digging through his new knowledge he realized he was right. It was powered from his own magic as well as the daemonic power etched into its foundation, though he also knew it was heightening his own senses. No wonder he felt more sensitive, so much more alert... so alive.

"I feel powerful."

"You ARE powerful. You're a badass motherfucker."

"Fuck yeah I am!" Seth laughed, speeding up as he began weaving in and out of traffic. It was good to hear confirmation of everything he was feeling, even if it was in a weird roundabout sort of way through a magic motorcycle mirror. It was like every time he said something hesitantly or noncommittally, the mirror would just say what he'd been thinking anyway in a more assertive tone or phrasing. It was the ultimate ego boost that he never thought he'd needed before now. Any feelings of submissiveness that had hung on until now were replaced with the desire to dominate, control, and be on top. The only way he would even consider submitting in any way now would be to his own desires or to Orias. He knew Orias was far more powerful than himself, and he was okay with that because he had chosen him to be his boyfriend. No matter what other partners the two of them had, they'd always have each other at the end of the day.

"...When was the last time I slept?" Seth asked out loud, remembering what Chase had asked him earlier that day. "I don't remember."

"Why would you need to sleep?" Mirror-Seth asked back. "Your boyfriend is a daemon, remember?"

"True... it's just weird for me. I'm mortal, you know? We kind of need to sleep eventually."

"And yet, you really hate that idea."

Seth knew it, but hearing it only solidified his envy. He'd seen amazing things they could do, studied all the different kinds of daemons, and yet he would one day die no matter how long his lifespan was extended. He had been envious for a long while, he realized. While before he would have pushed those feelings down and ignored them, he suddenly found himself wishing he could be just like Orias.

"Daemon envy? That's... crazy," Seth said, shaking his head as he waited for the light to turn green. "I couldn't..."

"You could. You would," Mirror-Seth said, smiling wickedly. "Why not? You're already better than a lot of lust daemons. Your entire job revolves around generating lust for your boss, for gods' sake. Don't lie to yourself. Literally."

"God dammit," Seth sighed, knowing it was all true. "...I need a drink."

"You mean you need some time to think without a magic mirror telling you everything you already know."

"Yeah. That," Seth said, realizing where he was. He knew where to go from here, taking a left turn as he headed toward the bar. Even if the night wasn't still young, the bar never closed except to clean up before and after events. It wasn't long before his enjoyable motorcycle ride came to an end as he parked along the street. Feeding the meter, he walked until he saw the alleyway entrance.

*******

"The usual," a gruff voice ordered. Pulling out a new glass, he paused as he saw who it was that had spoken.

"...You look different, Seth," Davin said, preparing a Big Brawn Wolf. "But I haven't seen you in a week or so. Liam help you change your look again?"

"Nah. I've been working out," Seth said, and while Davin was a little skeptical on that he didn't press the issue. What mattered was he could sense conflicting desires inside the wolf. It piqued his interest, especially since the last time he'd felt something like this from Seth had been when he was still human.

"Well, what's on your mind?" Davin asked. "You didn't come here just for my charming good looks, hm?"

Seth took the drink before chugging it down, slamming the glass on the counter when he was finished. Davin normally would be annoyed by that, but he could tell he needed to give the wolf some time to think or he'd bolt. Above all the other desires he could feel, the one to not be judged was chief among them at the moment.

"...I have daemon envy," Seth said, looking up to judge Davin's reaction. "I just realized that recently."

"Hm, I see," Davin said, creating a veil around them so no one else would hear or disturb them. "Why do you think that is?"

"I've seen the things your kind do," Seth said, shrugging. "Hell, I studied your kind for a while. I enjoyed years and years of life while still staying young under Temperance's power. I couldn't even let go of my magic when given the option to return to Earth here... there's just so many reasons. Yet no matter how powerful I am or how much I know, none of that will ever compare to being a daemon."

"Being a daemon isn't all it's cracked up to be, either," Davin said, smiling. "I'm flattered, but I need you to understand something. Being a daemon is much different than being mortal. You have a soul right now, but if you were to become a daemon you would become your soul, in a way. You would forfeit any afterlife that may await your kind, if any such place exists. You would need to feed off the energies of mortals, or be reduced to an intangible, instinctive creature eventually. Most don't come back from that form. And without the help of a powerful daemon, you wouldn't be able to maintain your form very long once converted. You'd likely end up floating around, absorbing energy until you had a significant amount. There are benefits, sure, but everything I can do as a daemon taxes the energy I require to exist as I am. And if I were too weak, I would risk being assimilated by another daemon, or put into their service against my will. You have protections as a mortal that you would give up as a daemon. Do you understand what I've said so far?"

"...I think so," Seth said, sighing. "So it is possible, then? I'm not somehow remembering wrong?"

"We don't exactly advertise it, and you'd need to talk to Pride, but yes," Davin said. "And then there's the Unity you'd have to deal with... plus you'd need a sponsor just to fuel the transformation. Keep in mind, you might find yourself becoming a Temperance daemon as easily as a Lust daemon depending on what you feel and believe at the time. Who you are shapes what you will become. So you really, really need to know yourself before even thinking about doing this."

"I expected you to discourage me," Seth said, surprised. "I'm grateful, though I wasn't ready for all that knowledge being dumped on me... I take it this isn't your first time having this conversation?"

"Of course not," Davin said, shrugging. "I don't really like it, turning mortals to daemons. Some would argue it's because you stop being an eligible source of energy for us, but the truth is I just want you mortals to enjoy your lives, no matter how long or short it may be. Because the memory of an immortal is long and eternal; it is as much curse as it is blessing. However, I would also not trade it for anything, as complicated as it can be."

"...So just be sure. Got it," Seth said, looking as if he was mulling something over. Davin waited for a while before the wolf looked up at him again. "Would it hurt?"

"Extremely. It is pain and agony unlike anything you can imagine," Davin said. "While I myself had a more 'natural' genesis, those who have had a mortal genesis have described it in various ways to me. So while I don't speak from experience, I am confident that that's the truth of the matter. But before you go on to ask me if it would be worth the pain, that is for you to determine. I can't help you there."

"I... thanks," Seth said, absent-mindedly tapping the counter with a claw. "Sounds like a pain to even begin going through that pain. How would I contact Pride?"

"He's here at the bar, actually," Davin said, gesturing further down. "He comes here every so often now, though if you ask me why then all I can say is his business is his own. At least he likes the drinks I make for him."

Seth nodded, staring intensely at the dragon as he enjoyed his drink by himself. A few patrons would seem to hit on him, only for the boastful daemon to shrug them off and ignore them. Every so often though, he would look their way to stare at Davin, though the bartender daemon always pretended to ignore him. It took him a little bit, but he finally seemed to notice the wolf staring back at him. Rising from his seat, the dragon began walking toward them with his drink in hand.

"Oh now you've done it," chuckled Davin, waiting for Lucian to sit next to Seth and turn toward him, placing his drink on the table. Extending the veil over the three of them, Davin merely nodded his head toward Seth as the dragon gave him a look. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Lucian asked, clearly irritated at Davin's remark. After a moment of hesitation from Seth, the dragon looked at Davin with an accusatory look. "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"My lips are sealed, as always," Davin said, smiling. "But that's not why he's been staring at you. He's told me something very, very interesting. I'm just waiting for him to tell you."

"Well, then out with it," Lucian said, not wanting to waste his time. "Just because you're Davin's favorite mortal doesn't mean I-"

"I want to become a daemon, sir," Seth said, causing Lucian to shut his mouth with a snap. Looking over to Davin with an amused look, Davin merely confirmed it with a nod before Lucian grew more serious.

"You're not joking," Lucian said, leaning in closer to examine the wolf. "You know what it means to become one, yes?"

"I've told him a good deal, yes," Davin said. "He's probably more aware than most mortals, I'd say. What do you think, Pride? You already know how I feel about this."

"What makes you think you're even worthy of it?" Lucian asked Seth, his expression unreadable as his eyes seemed to bore right through to his core. While Davin expected the mortal to squirm under that gaze, Seth merely gave a wild smile as he matched the ferocity with his own eyes.

"I already know that I'm worthy," Seth laughed, his previous bashfulness gone. "I know what I want, Pride. Do you?"

"...You may have what it takes, then," Lucian said, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "It's not completely up to me, however. Not without risking a war with the Unity. Prudentia would have to approve of it as well."

"When do you think he can get an audience?" Davin asked, causing Lucian to scoff at the question.

"Who do you take me for? I'm not some lesser daemon that has to grovel for weeks," Lucian proudly proclaimed, before turning to Davin. "I can take him to see her tonight, if he's so ready to be one of us."

"I still don't like it," Davin sighed. "But I never do. Should I get Liam?"

"You know how she operates. He's likely already been summoned," Lucian said, shaking his head. "No. I'll take the mortal. Whenever he's ready."

"...I'm ready," Seth said, standing up and crossing his arms. Lucian was already changing to his human form, his clothing changing to a crisp and proper business suit. It looked good on him, especially with that ponytail.

"Then I won't be going easy on you," Lucian said, smirking as light began swirling around them. "I'll have to postpone that... appointment, Davin."

"I'll be here," Davin said, chuckling as Lucian blushed. Before Seth could even think of asking a question, they were gone in the blink of an eye, a single red feather left behind before it, too, faded away. Shaking his head, Davin began washing the glasses that had been left behind. He really hoped Seth truly wanted this. Not every desire was a good one, and not every wish needed granting.