Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

We Are All Made of Stars

"Fucking Lucifer," Air breathed.

As Quinn's senses came back to him, he recalled Agrat's words to him mere days ago.

"... another visitor in the woods."

He felt it then. The power and the love he'd known once before. The unholy majesty that was Lucifer.

Quinn's eyes snapped up to the edge of the clearing, towards the dark light he could sense now with every molecule of his being. The hairs on his body stood on end and he shivered. The flames of the candles all around the clearing flickered, the shadows they cast dancing and swirling like dark dervishes.

Lucifer glanced back over his shoulder as he melted into the darkness. Intense burning red eyes met Quinn's. He couldn't tear his gaze away, captured and mesmerised by the sublime power of Him. He smiled and turned away, black wings disappearing into the trees.

"Fuck," Quinn murmured.

No wonder Air was trembling beneath him. Quinn shifted and slowly went to separate them, but Air whined and held onto him, limbs wrapping around him tighter.

"No! Don't leave me yet."

Quinn nuzzled against his throat. The warm metal from the chains Air still wore felt nice against his cheek.

"I'm not leaving, Azael," he murmured. He huffed a laugh. "Did we just get Lucifer's blessing?"

Air grinned up at him, eyes still glassy, whole body shivering now.

"I think so? He's so beautiful. Oh, fuck..." Air's eyes widened as realisation dawned. Quinn quirked a brow at him. "Did Lucifer just see my cum-face?"

Quinn snorted, leaning over to nip Air's bottom lip.

"Sweet summer child," he said, pulling back and looking down at his mate. He smirked at Air's genuine look of horror. That soul of his pulsed even brighter, and Quinn smiled. "And what a beautiful cum-face it is."

He kissed Air's forehead and turned them, manoeuvring so they swapped places; Quinn on his back and Air straddling him. Air glanced at their hands, still joined by the sash and by their linked fingers. He pulled them both towards his lips and gave Quinn a tender kiss.

"We haven't fully completed the ritual yet."

Quinn frowned, confused. There were a couple more things they needed to do, but the actual ritual was done.

"Oh? We haven't?"

Air got that glint in his eye and reached out with his free hand. He stroked his way down from Quinn's chest to his stomach, claws skimming over his skin gently. He swirled his fingers through the cum on Quinn's belly.

"Nope. I have something to add," he murmured. Air held Quinn's gaze and his breath hitched when he found the brand on his hip, rubbing his spend into the now ultra-sensitive skin, fingers digging right in. His cock twitched into action again, and Air's eyes flared brighter. Air bared his teeth in a savage smile. "Mine," he growled. "It's official now. Nobody can deny that you belong to me." He punctuated it with a squeeze of the brand and a roll of his hips. Quinn's eyes rolled back in his head as a flood of sensation overwhelmed him for a moment. "Lucifer Himself was witness to it."

Air let go of the brand and went back to stroking Quinn's chest reverently as he rode him, oh so slowly.

"Who are we to argue with the Dark Lord?" Quinn murmured.

He could feel the effects of the potion wearing off now that the ritual was almost complete, but the spiritual pathways were still open. Quinn could still visualise the metaphysical with more clarity than usual. When he looked up at Air with a hooded gaze, he saw him with the eyes he saw the universe through. Maybe not quite in the same way Air saw auras, but probably close. Air's skin shimmered with the blue and purple sparks that made up their bond. The glow of them radiated out from the centre of his being, like the swirling galaxies that adorned the sky above them.