Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Menace

Quinn had placed the cat carefully into a makeshift nest that Air had insisted on making. He'd sent it some more healing energy and the creature was sleeping it off.

He'd lain down on Air's bed in the hope that he could at least get an hour or so of rest, but the scratches on Air's arm had been quite bad so Quinn had beckoned him over to heal them. Of course, Air had been barely clothed because he'd been soaking wet from trying to bathe the cat and had stripped down to go and have a shower. This, in turn, had meant that one thing led to another and now they lay side by side, naked and writhing, fangs and claws on each others' skin.

Quinn supposed that he could rest after the ceremony. He had a couple of days off now and Air wasn't on duty tomorrow so they could both sleep late.

He growled and shivered as Air's claws skimmed his hip, over the brand that had frustratingly grown back in within days of Quinn slicing it off after his last encounter with Andras. He was in a better place now though and there had been no sign of the fallen angel since then. He'd just had to learn to live with it again.

"I need you, Quinn," Air breathed out against his neck.

Quinn tipped his head back, giving Air better access for a few more moments before he would oblige and give him what he needed. He opened his eyes and cursed when he was met with a pair of yellow eyes. He swore they were full of smug amusement; she really was just like Imperator.

"Fuck!" Quinn snarled.

Air sat up, startled, and the cat hissed at him.

"Oh! Imp! Did I scare you? I'm sorry, baby, do you need us?"

Quinn sat up and scowled at the cat who was making herself comfortable on the pillow between them.

"Are you fucking serious, Air? Of course she doesn't fucking need us, she's just being a bitch!"

Air gasped and smacked Quinn's arm.

"Quinn! Don't call her that!"

"She is!" He sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, turning his back on them. "Fucking cock blocked by a flea ridden cat!"

Air snorted a laugh and Quinn heard him laying back down again. He began murmuring endearments to the black ball of menace as if she hadn't just interrupted their playtime.

Fucking cat. Fucking Air.

"She'll settle down. Everything is new to her. She just wants some comfort."

Quinn growled and shoved his jeans on. He needed a cold shower.

"I'm going to go and get cleaned up in my room. I'll meet you back here before we go."

He leaned in and kissed Air's forehead. The other ghoul grinned and waved goodbye, one hand petting Imp the whole time. Quinn glared at her and she glared back.

He grumbled all the way back along the corridor to his room and opened the door to let himself in. A flash of black shot past his feet and in through the open doorway.

"No fucking way! Out!" he growled and he heard Air laughing from down the hallway. "You can't come in here!"

The cat had jumped up onto one of the stone windowsills and was slinking along it, ignoring him. He went to pick it up but it jumped down and padded over to the corner of the room, leaping easily up onto the small table that Quinn had in the corner by the door. It had a few crystals and gemstones and other small bits on it. He knew where she was headed and he growled.

"No! Fuck off! You don't belong in here!" It was too late. She gracefully jumped the short distance between the table and the shelf by the door where Quinn's skulls sat. Gems rolled onto the floor from where she'd knocked them and Quinn looked on in horror as the cat wove her way in and out of the skulls, frozen into place because he didn't want to startle her and have her knock them off too. She settled down in the gap between Zaya and the wall. "Bad kitty! Get down!" he said through gritted teeth as he slowly approached her.