Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

Ownership

Quinn turned his face to the side, his eyes not quite tracking because he was feeling so spaced out.

“Hey!” Andras snarled. “Eyes on me!”

Quinn blinked and flinched as rough fingers grabbed his face, digging into the bruise on his cheekbone and forcibly turning his head back so that he was face to face with Andras.

“Andras...” Quinn managed.

He licked his parched lips and tasted blood from a split lip. Was it his own or Andras’ though? By this point, he’d lost track.

The fallen angel’s face loomed above him and his wings enveloped them, creating a vacuum containing only the two of them and what they’d just done.

“Is that enough?” Andras said thoughtfully, inspecting the damage to Quinn’s face and trailing a hand along his stomach. He dragged long fingers through the mixture of blood and cum that was there. “I think so. I know how you ghouls and your ownership works. Even he won’t miss this message; that I can take you any time I desire and that you will come to me willingly,” he said, gesturing down with his chin.

Quinn closed his eyes and shuddered, already coming back to his senses now that Andras was letting go of the hold that he had on him. This had not been the same as the times when Quinn had been indebted and in servitude to Andras. This had been something else entirely, yet still Andras had played his body so expertly that he’d begged him for worse and pleaded with him for more.

He was ashamed of himself and he felt so fucking filthy.

“No more...” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the last few hours.

He was utterly spent. Andras had pretty much broken him, both physically and emotionally. Already he could see the look in Air’s eyes when he arrived back home. He could feel the pain from the realisation of the betrayal lashing at him and knew it would sting more than any physical wound that Andras could have given him.

Andras had exceeded himself this time. Quinn couldn’t fault him in his execution of demonstrating his ownership to Air. He felt a hot tear slide down the side of his face, and Andras wiped it away with his thumb tenderly.

“So exquisite, as always. I missed you so much these past couple of centuries. You never failed to take my breath away. Even now you are something else. Our connection is a thing of beauty," he said, eyes roaming Quinn’s face. He whimpered and Andras nipped his bottom lip with his teeth hard enough to bruise the skin. “It will probably be a while until I see you again, but he will not know that. Let him think I can pay you a visit any time; that I will. I wish I could be there to see his face and to soak up that stab of agony that the possessive little shit will no doubt feel, but I have other business to attend to for the foreseeable.”

Quinn’s head buzzed and he felt the hum of magic calling to him, the same magic he had felt when Secondo summoned him. It was calling him home to the Earth.

His time was up, and now he had to face the consequences.

Andras sat back, unwrapping Quinn from his possessive-turned-gentle embrace and standing up on now steady legs. He stretched out, displaying his healed and unblemished skin. The claw and fang marks Quinn had gotten in had already healed. Andras had let go of Quinn’s mind completely now and his senses were back online fully. The gravity of what they’d done was now weighing him down.

“Fuck you, Andras,” he snarled.

Andras was on him in the blink of an eye, caging him in and bringing his face to Quinn’s, putting them nose to nose. His hand closed around Quinn’s already bruised throat and squeezed. Andras’ eyes flashed brighter for a second, and Quinn hissed in a breath as the brand on his hip burned.