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“Hey, Kassim.”
Kassim glanced up blearily from the screen he’d been focusing on, his gold hair falling out of its ponytail into his face. The computer light glinted off his gold eyes, bright and shining even behind the curling cigarette smoke hanging around his head. “Hm?”
Scourge leaned against the door to the jackals' office, swirling his coffee slowly. He didn’t want to barge in and scare Kassim into his natural defensive mode. “Mephiles and I are planning a family vacation. Are you free next week?”
“I’m just working on a paper right now. No digs coming up.” Kassim exhaled smoke, leaning back in his chair with a shrug. “I can work on it when you and Mephiles take Tempest to do a family activity if you don’t need me.”
“Kassim.” Scourge sighed, pinching between his eyes. For someone so smart, Kassim could be dense as fuck sometimes. “It’s a family vacation.”
“What?”
“That includes you. On vacation.”
Kassim’s big ears flicked up in surprise. “Oh. Uh…”
Scourge suppressed an eye roll. Kassim had been living with them for four whole years. You’d think he’d get it through his head that he counted as part of the family by now. They had officially adopted him as a pet for their son instead of hiring him as a nanny like a normal family might. Putting in that kind of effort should count for something. Did he think they did that for just anyone? Tempest had promised to be a good pet owner—something he diligently kept up with, even now that he sort of seemed to understand that Kassim wasn't a Chao. He made sure Kassim ate and took him for “walkies,” often roping in his two delinquent friends from school. Only family members would get that kind of excellent treatment.
“So…?” Scourge asked pointedly, raising his eyebrows.
Kassim took a drag of his cigarette and shrugged, eyeing him warily. “Then I can just put the paper on hold. And…not work on it…on…vacation.”
“That’s the spirit!” Scourge swung his closed fist across his body, grinning. He was going to drag Kassim into having fun if it killed him—it wasn’t like he’d stay dead anyway. It would build character.
“Where are—we—going?” Kassim asked haltingly, discomfort twisting his expression.
“Mephiles wants to go check out a famous winery.” Scourge shrugged. “Can’t remember the name right now, but it’s supposed to be one of the best in the world.”
Kassim’s discomfort turned into disgust. “I don’t drink wine.”
“Don’t worry!” Scourge waved his fears off, wishing he could pry into whatever made him take that tone. But Kassim didn’t talk about his past unless you really put the screws to him and he was feeling nice today. “It’s not like we’re going to make you drink it. Hell, I’ll even buy you a couple bottles of that whisky you like and you can have that instead.”
Kassim blinked at him again, clearly confused. “But—it's a winery? Aren't you going to ask me to taste it with you?”
“Not if you don't want to. Mephiles is enough of a connoisseur for everyone.” Scourge snorted and shrugged. “And it’s not like we're forcing Tempest to become a wine snob at nine so you'll be in good company.”
“O…kay…”
“Great. We can talk about it more at dinner.”
“Why didn’t you just bring this up at dinner?” Kassim called after him, his usual annoyance replacing confusion. Good. Scourge found it kind if endearing when the jackal snapped at him. He was bad tempered by default. If he was snapping at Scourge, he was usually doing alright. It was when he wasn't that there was cause for concern. Besides, most of Scourge's favorite people tended to yell at him as he left the room.
With that task done, Scourge hummed to himself and made his way out of the space dedicated for Kassim to hide in in the Iblis building. It had once been one of the bigger corner offices that Mephiles had vacated for corporate betrayal and had been all too happy to renovate for the jackal when they'd brought him here. Kassim didn't like big windows, so they'd bricked up most of them and lined the space with bookshelves, display cases, and dark furniture to match his suite upstairs. The only downside was that sometimes he lost himself in work and didn't come out for days, unless Tempest pried him out.
This vacation would be good for him. The only vacation Scourge had seen him take in the time he'd lived with them, he'd gone to spend a weekend with his boyfriend and come back far from relaxed and with a bullet hole in him. He'd never been on vacation with them. Every time they'd tried to get him on one, he'd had to skip for work. Not this time. Scourge had the whole day now to bug Mephiles and wait for Tempest to come home from school and start really planning things now that Kassim was on board. No beaches, no curses, no monsters. It was going to be great.
“You look very proud of yourself,” Mephiles commented with dry amusement when he delivered his afternoon coffee with a kiss. “Successfully bully Kassim into coming with us?”
“I'm hurt you don't think I could use my amazing oral skills to convince him nicely.”
Mephiles arched a brow. “Your oral skills are much better put to work on me, pet.”
“Oh fuck you, you know what I meant. Besides, Kassim is wound way to tight around whatever fucked up games he and Goth play to even consider it.” Scourge rolled his eyes and settled onto Mephiles's lap anyway. He was feeling good today. His infuriating husband could get a little treat.
“Mn. I do know what you meant,” Mephiles smiled, snaking his arms around Scourge's waist, “but I would prefer to use your slip up for my own gain.”
“I'm supposed to be above your petty corporate schemes.” Scourge grinned, grabbing his husband's face and kissing him hard. The void that was Mephiles's mouth opened to him, the oozing, smokey mass invading his own. Mephiles's claws slipped down to squeeze his ass. Scourge moaned into the void, the sound oddly muted, digging his fingers into Mephiles’s skin under his fake fur and trying to find a way to get even closer, grinding their cocks together.
“Are there are afternoon meetings I should be worried about interrupting us?” Mephiles murmured against his mouth, claws digging into his legs under his ass.
“Not today.” Scourge grinned, sliding his fingers under Mephiles's lapels. “And Tempest won't be home for hours.”
“Mmm. Then should we take this upstairs?”
“Like the sound of that.”
Mephiles chuckled, rising effortlessly, Scourge still straddling his waist and clinging to his shoulders. “It's a shame you're also my assistant, pet. I would love to turn to my assistant and say ‘Cancel my meetings! I need to make love to my husband!’”
“Make love. Pff.” Scourge rolled his eyes. Mephiles rolled his eyes back.
“Well, in this fake scenario, I wouldn't tell my assistant that I need to fuck my husband's brains out. Luckily, in reality, my assistant is my husband and I need to fuck his brains out.”
“Damn straight you do,” Scourge laughed. “I'm your husband first, assistant second.”
“Noted.” Mephiles carried him to the elevator and nuzzled his ear as he rolled his fur disguise off, leaving his gleaming purple skin and white crystals in place. “Although I would fuck you either way.”
“'Cause I'm very pretty.”
“Indeed. You are also very good at keeping my calendar.”
Scourge started undoing Mephiles's tie, squeezing harder with his legs to stay upright, earning him a grunt of amusement. “Even after all these years?”
“Well, in all these years, you have rarely ever scheduled a nine o'clock meeting, so yes.” Mephiles chuckled, still carrying him to their bedroom after stepping out of the elevator. “And you've lasted much longer than my other assistants.”
“Gives me something to do. Can you imagine me as a house husband?”
Something glimmered in Mephiles's eyes. “Yes, but not in a useful way.”
Scourge barked out a laugh, twisting Mephiles onto his back on the bed, straddling him.
“Oh yeah? Visions of me in a maid costume dancing before your eyes?”
“I wouldn't say no.” Mephiles ran his hands up his thighs and over his hips to unclip his suspenders. They snapped up and over his shoulders as if they'd been waiting for the release as much as Scourge had.
Scourge leaned over him, pulling his tie off and tossing it over his shoulder. “Only if you buy me a really nice one that makes my fur look good, boss.”
“Your fur looks good in anything, pet. But especially in nothing but my collar.”
“Aw, you say the nicest things.” Scourge took the hint and rolled off him to go get the collar from its place in his top drawer. He made a show for Mephiles, shrugging his shirt off and letting it drop to the floor.
“I hate it when you tease me,” Mephiles moaned, breathy.
“I know.” Scourge grinned over his shoulder, shimmying slowly out of his pants and kicking them off giving Mephiles a good view of his ass, balls, and cock. Mephiles let out a strangled groan.
Finally, Scourge plucked the collar up, sauntering over to his husband and dangling it on one finger over his nose.
“Do you want to do the honors?”
“I want to do more than that,” Mephiles muttered, levering himself up and grabbing the collar and his wrist in one smooth motion, swinging Scourge around and switching their positions, landing heavily on top with a grin.
“No fair!” Scourge panted, wriggling under him, making sure to rub hard against Mephiles's cock under his trousers.
“All’s fair in love and sex, Scourge,” Mephiles chuckled, sliding the collar around Scourge's neck. The thick, soft leather tightening around his throat almost made him come then and there. He loved wearing the collar as much as Mephiles loved putting it on him. His eyes rolled back and he arched into Mephiles as the metal buckle snapped in place.
“Take your fucking clothes off or I'm going to rip them off.”
“And here I thought you liked this suit.”
“Not enough to be nice.”
"Someday, I will find a suit you like enough to keep from destroying," Mephiles laughed, running his claws through the fur on Scourge's chest before straightening and shrugging his suit jacket off, pinning Scourge under his thighs, taking his time like Scourge had. Scourge growled.
“Never! Your suits are all in danger. And you can't tease me back! You wear way more clothes!”
“Oh? It appears I do.” Mephiles laughed again, darker this time. He flicked his cuff-links off languidly before getting to his vest.
“If you lose those, Tempest will be sad,” Scourge moaned, consumed by Mephiles's shoulders as he finally rolled his button down off and tossed it to the floor with everything else. How dare he be so much taller than Scourge? He couldn't even lever himself up to grab him down to him.
“Is that what teasing you gets me?” Mephiles leaned down to rub his nose along Scourge's face. “Concern for my cuff-links? You're slipping, pet.”
“Not yet I'm not.”
Mephiles gave his cock a long stroke, claws coming away glistening with precome. “Almost.”
Scourge groaned in exasperation. Mephiles pulled away to finally get rid of his pants and get the lube from the bedside drawer. Scourge was tempted to flip him again, but Mephiles moved faster than his brain today, slicking his fingers and plunging them deep.
“Fuck!” Scourge opened to him immediately, relaxing against his fingers and letting him play a little. Mephiles stretched his asshole and pumped his fingers in and out a few times. Scourge rolled his hips against his hand, trying to get him to hit that perfect spot. Mephiles knew exactly where it was—he was still teasing him, the bastard.
“You're the worst,” he hissed. Mephiles added a third finger and finally hooked them just right. Pleasure spiked up Scourge's spine. “Ah!”
“The worst, am I?” Mephiles hooked a free finger through the metal loop in the collar, pulling it hard enough to arch Scourge's body up. He used the awkward angle to drive his fingers even deeper.
“The! Worst!” Scourge panted and writhed and Mephiles laughed, dropping him again. He landed with a little whuf. Mephiles slid his fingers out, replacing them with his cock, bracing himself above Scourge and pressing in slowly. Scourge growled, locking his legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, using his own strength to force Mephiles's cock deeper. Mephiles grunted in surprise and Scourge followed through on flipping them.
“So impatient,” Mephiles laughed as Scourge braced himself on his chest. “You would think I never fuck you.”
“You can't be trusted to give me what I want today.” Scourge grinned, fucking himself deep and hard on the crystal hedgehog's cock. Mephiles growled lovingly, grabbing his thighs and squeezing, meeting his ass with his hips. Scourge threw his head back and lost himself to the pleasure, one hand trailing up his chest to tease his nipples and run over the scars. Mephiles loved his scars. He tipped back down at Mephiles's rumbling purr that meant he was close to coming.
“Scream for me, boss.”
Mephiles growled, claws digging into the meat of his thighs and then did as he was told when Scourge rolled his hips again.
“Scourge!”
Scourge gasped and writhed as Mephiles finished and let out a barking yelp as Mephiles fisted his cock to push him over the edge too. It should have taken him a few expert strokes, but he took his time as he came down from his own release instead.
“You—you're still teasing me, you ah—asshole!” Scourge laughed breathlessly.
“Guilty as charged.”
Mephiles finally built his pleasure to breaking point as he flipped them over again and pulled out. Scourge arched up against him as he came with a cry. Mephiles let him go and rolled over to lie on his back next to him with a contented sigh. Scourge snuggled in closer and ran his finger down Mephiles’s chest, playing with the soft crystal fur there.
“This was a terrible idea.”
“Oh? And here I thought it was brilliant. Much better than emails.”
“Sure. But now I just want to get some takeout and laze around the rest of the day.”
“We still have time to do that. The lazing, at least. I think I would prefer to eat something else this afternoon.” Mephiles inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, eyeing Scourge.
Scourge propped himself up, grinning. "Mm, but what will fuel my blowjobs?"
"Fine, you may order something that will do that if it'll keep you with me longer."
Scourge wasn't actually hungry yet. He draped himself over Mephiles's chest, nibbling his skin a bit. Mephiles snorted, smacking his ass. Scourge let out an involuntary squeak.
“Oh no you don't. I need a shower before I can go again.”
“Whiny.” Scourge stretched and rolled, arching backward over Mephiles's chest, making sure to show off his scars and the collar. Mephiles smiled, eyes glowing, hooking a claw through the metal loop and pulling him in for a kiss, other hand running over the scars.
“My beautiful, handsome man.”
Scourge grabbed his face and grinned, nuzzling his muzzle. “And you're my gorgeous monster.”
Mephiles grinned, pulling him up off the bed by the collar and dragging him into the bathroom. Scourge paused in the doorway after he let him go to turn on the shower, admiring the shine of his husband's purple, crystalline skin and bright white crystal quills.
“I love you.”
Mephiles smiled over his shoulder. “I love you, too.”
Scourge pulled the collar off and slipped into the shower with him, licking his lips, determined to keep him there all afternoon.
Bonus Art
