Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Guiding Light

"Feeling better now, sweet?" Air murmured, claws scraping through Quinn's hair, blissed out amusement dripping from every word.

Quinn huffed against his neck, carefully withdrawing fangs from his skin, and propping himself up on his elbows to peer down at him. Air smirked and wiped his thumb along Quinn's bloodstained chin.

"A little," he croaked.

Air's eyes lit up with mischief and he shifted beneath him.

They were laid out on the altar in the main chapel after ducking in there to avoid Secondo and Earth.

It had started out innocently enough; drinking the coffees they'd snagged from the canteen, chatting about how well they'd done to avoid their summoner for two whole days... But, true to their recent form, one thing had led to another and ultimately? They hadn't been able to keep their hands off eachother.

Quinn had started it. Since he'd regained his sight, he couldn't get enough of his mate. Like the fog of blindness had lifted to reveal a new era of lust and sinful promise.

Like his eyes were greedy for recreating all the times he'd unravelled Air and been unable to witness it.

Air hadn't complained. At all.

One of the side doors opened and a shocked female gasp sounded. Quinn whipped his head around to face whichever human he sensed had interrupted their private moment... In a very public space. Oops.

His eyes glowed and he bared his probably still bloody fangs.

A Sibling. Going about her duties. Innocently.

She'd frozen in the doorway, caught in Quinn's stare.

"Oh shit," she said. "I'm sorry, is this a...a ritual?"

Quinn growled, low and threatening, and Air sighed wearily.

"Let me deal with it, will you?" he murmured. Quinn glanced at him, then back at the Sibling. He gave a sharp nod. The air around them stirred as Air called up his magics, and Quinn shivered at the familiar ancient power he commanded. "I think you forgot something back at the library, Sister Jezebel."

His voice was calming. Hypnotic, even. Quinn rolled his eyes. Of course Air would know her name. She frowned and blinked slowly, caught in Air's thrall.

"That's not my name..." she whispered.

Huh. Air's blissed-out post-coital state was affecting his magic. Quinn sensed his irritation.

"Whatever, Jezebel. You forgot something in the library, so you need to turn around and go back there," he said pointedly. The human Sibling nodded. "You definitely didn't see two hot ghouls, post nut on the altar, did you? Especially if Secondo asks. Right, Jezebel?"

She didn't move. Just stood there, shook her head, brow creased as her brain struggled to process.

"That's...not my name...?"

Air cursed under his breath.

Quinn snorted.

"Oh my gods," Air muttered, lust addled brain clearly still misfiring with the magic. He scrubbed a hand down his face. "Fine. Whatever the fuck your name is. Off you fuck, and forget you ever saw us," Air snapped, lacing the words with power.

The Sibling spun on her heel and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Quinn burst out laughing, and Air joined him.

"You should have asked her name, Air. It's only polite," Quinn mocked, leaning down to nuzzle against Air's throat.

"Fuck off," Air laughed, weakly shoving at his shoulder.