Chapter 13

Even after all these years it was the same. If inspiration struck, then it struck hard. Both Robb and Samael loved music – especially rock music. Some say it is the Devil's music. Well, he really couldn't argue about that in their case as this genre was what they enjoyed the most.

Robb has been working on some songs in the Stronghold's studio which they had put together so that Samael wouldn't get so bored while Robb went on his longer trips to the earthly dimension. But he enjoyed it just the same. It was kind of a therapeutic way for them too to express feelings they couldn't otherwise.

But later when his pair waltzed into the room in his low-cut sleeveless shirt and sweatpants, they simply started jamming on their favorite guitars. Robb loved every second of it as they both knew that the war was upon them and they had to treasure all the time they could spend together in relative peace like this.

Meanwhile at Greece the war lord of Pandemonium was enjoying the library of the Gods.

Two Earth days have passed since he asked to enter the dimension. He was patient by nature, which was rare in his home world. No one knew his true origin (beside the ancient Trinity) and why he was interested more in Earth. Not even Samael.

Azmodan smiled stopping his hand while turning the page. After the war in heaven, Lucifer asked to enter his world to keep him and Samael and a few of the other fallen ones safe. While Lucifer negotiated with the deities of parts of the Earth, Azmodan was escorting the seraph in his dimension. Looked after him while Samael was still learning how to adjust to his regained consciousness and self.

The page finally turned as the big demon sighed. He felt so many mixed energies in the God's realm. It was very interesting to him and he liked the ideas they discussed. He was waiting patiently for what might form… But now Sotiris tapped his shoulder with a smile. It was time…

Back in the Stronghold, the husbands were improvising some funny and at times kinky lyrics to the quite complicated guitar parts they came up with. It was more like a duel by then, pleasing Samael's more competitive side too. But all in all they were just having a lot of fun, sharing a few kisses along the way too.

Robb just wiped his eye from laughing so hard, when suddenly both of them stared at each other a bit more seriously... if not surprised.

From the inner yard where their goats liked to graze, they both felt the signature energies of Sotiris' portal.

"What the...?" Robb started frowning, but then all became clearer as their unexpected guest stepped into their garden. It took only a split second to recognize that unmistakable energy too.

Before he could blink, Samael was already putting down his guitar and dashing out of the studio, Robb following him soon after.

It was kind of rude... Samael would say to his own reaction, but the surprise and joy that filled him from suddenly feeling his... lover… maybe... 'sidepiece'... 'nanny with fun time'… or something with what the family kept mentioning Azmodan... But anyway, he was very, very happy and wasn't thinking just running outside. It’s been hundreds of years and he was very sure that Azmodan could feel how he’s been missing him lately.

The Demon stood there and laughed. He felt then even saw Samael coming to him. He nodded to Robb and caught the short-haired seraph in his long arms.

"Azi..." Samael sighed his usual nickname for the buff demon into the broad chest with relief.

Robb didn't suppress his wide smile at that and walked closer, patting their guest... or more like long lost "family member" on the shoulder. "Welcome back, Azmodan. It's good to see you again."

"Thank you, Lucifer. It's been a while and it's good to be back. I've missed you both," he murmured on his deep calm voice, which he knew always sent some shivers down the spine of the seraph in his muscular arms. At whom he looked down again and caressed his slicked back hair. "Love the hair. I feel like we have a lot to catch up on..."

"You do?" Samael blushed and giggled, making Robb laugh some more.

"Yeah. You look great Sami. You too Lu. I guess we all like to show some age," Azmodan chuckled and rubbed the back of Samael, who was still clinging to him.

"Let's get inside, what you say, love?" Robb stroked Samael's back too.

To which hesitantly he let go and grabbed the big hand of Azmodan to pull him inside. Already yapping about what he did to the place and what is the modern technical world which had burned down and how that inspired the interior.

Laughing wholeheartedly, the big demon followed and patiently drank in all the information which was thrown at him. Though a lot of times he was simply just watching the energetic seraph talking non-stop, occasionally squeezing the smaller hand in his.

"I see you still have this piece..." Azmodan cut in while the other man was taking a breath in the master bedroom. Of course, he meant the painting of Samael with red eyes, horns and bloody nails holding a red lollipop while red-eyed and white crows were flying around him. It was so... Samael.

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"Oh yeah. It's because of you, actually. I know how much you liked it," Samael said blushing again.

"Let's get some drinks," Robb cut in, shaking his head a little. He felt how happy Samael got and it made him light-headed and happy too.

"I… we hope you can stay for a while. And have enough time to look at everything some other time too," he half-asked, guiding the other two towards the living room area.

"Yes. I will stay as long as I want now. Or as long as you and RaHoorKhuit have me," Azmodan smiled, sitting onto the couch and letting go of Samael's hand.

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together with a wide grin and turned on his heels to prepare some drinks for them.

Robb just shook his head with a small chuckle as they both watched his pair with fondness in their eyes. For them it was hard not to love and admire the hyperactive being.

"Thank you, love," he took the offered beer and raised it for a toast. "To the old and the new times," he grinned and took a sip. "So tell us, what have you been up to in the last few hundred years?"

"Oh yes! How did that battle go? You know the one you had told me about right before you went back? We wanna hear everything!" Samael plopped down on the couch next to Azmodan, crossing his legs as he sipped from his white wine.

The big demon sipped from the beer with a little blush on his high cheekbones before starting to speak. "You know... you always make me feel like some higher being," he laughed at Samael.

"Yeah. Just like a rock star," Robb added and winked at Azmodan as an answer to the demon's frown. If he stays he will learn all what was left of this world's development... And crumbling…

"So... the battle went good. It surprisingly both divided and brought together the people. Three larger groups of allies formed at the end. Then it became just two sides. We won. And the old central control somewhat got restored all over the dimension," he spoke slow and low and kept glimpsing at Samael who stared at him with dreamy eyes and it made the corners of his lips curl up. "You knew the last queen when you were my guests there. Her daughter rules now," he sipped from his beer, smacking his lips. "Oh and I have a wife there now too."

"Oh a wife. That is something! Cheers!" Robb hummed. Higher level females were rare and worshipped among demons. And of course marriage was only a matter of sharing energy forces so only could be between same leveled beings. "Congratulations. It must be an honor," he added.

"It is a big honor, indeed," Azmodan nodded with a small smile.

"Yes, congrats!" Samael smiled too, already ogling the wedding band on the demon's finger. "Is she hot?"

To that question their guest just blushed a bit again and hummed. "Yes. But... what about you? I can sense a lot of changes here and with you two too. Like the location of the Stronghold. I was pleased to hear that RaHoorKhuit finally forgave you. It was high time. They've talked a lot about you since my arrival," he smiled warmly at the seraph and patted his bony knee with pride.

"Yeah I try to use my head to think too and not just to bang it into walls," Samael laughed. "It's a little weird still. But good... But what about your wife? She must be something if you can stay as long as you want," Samael grinned almost swooning over Azmodan.

"Yeah… Let's say we moved up a little together and I am in the position to do whatever I want, really," the demon winked. "But speaking of family... What's up with the kids?"

To that question Robb's smile faltered and he cleared his throat after drinking from his beer. He nearly forgot that Azmodan didn't know...

"Unfortunately, besides us it's only King by now," he said with a sad little smile, welcoming and thanking the warm love he suddenly felt from his pair. "It's okay, love. It will never get easier to talk about this," the long-haired man looked at his man then back at Azmodan. By then he showed off his dimples and laughing wrinkles again. "But our boy finally became a real man! He finally found his pair and mated with him. Matt is a Cherub. And a perfect match. They are good for each other," he continued oozing pride.

"Cherub like your wife and his mother was. Must be a perfect match, indeed. I'm glad he is fine and happy with his pair. And I'm sorry about the others."

"Things change," Robb smiled back at him. "You will probably meet the others too around here."

"Yeah… And you’ve got even more muscular too…" Samael all of a sudden blurted out about the broad chest and thick arms with almost heart-shaped eyes.

To that the other two burst out laughing. Or rather Azmodan giggled with pink cheeks and Robb outright laughed.

"Well. There were countless battles to keep me in shape," he shrugged a shoulder.

"You're incorrigible... but cute as ever," Robb added, smiling fondly at his pair. "Also, there is an awakened Nephilim fighting on our side now. If you were at Sanctuary, you probably felt him around. Of all the people, he became Paolo's pair. Kerim kinda mated to a former Mercy Demon too..."

"... and hell, even Lord Christos! No one saw that one coming, I would bet our Khazra army on that!" Samael threw his hands in the air too and from some miracle the rest of his wine didn't splash all over the place from that.

"A Nephilim, huh? Hmm… that was the energy I felt," Azmodan frowned lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. "Lord Nabu was always a loner. He must be happy to have someone now to… errr… share with? That's still the correct term for energy and soul merging?" the demon laughed. "It seems it's all about picking sides wherever I am nowadays. I'm glad I took the opportunity to come here. I brought the news of my queen that we had heard the call too, but no one from our world will interfere with this battle between the Earthly beings."

"Yes, he seems pretty happy and smitten with his war chief demon pair," Robb nodded and glimpsed at his pair whom he knew was going to cut in. He wasn't wrong.

"Also, it's a relief for all of us that no more big buff demons come over to interfere... Although that's kinda sad too for... reasons..." Samael sighed, eyes glued to the firm muscles hiding under Azmodan's armor. "You would rock today's clothes too..." he murmured more to himself, head totally in the gutter by then.

Azmodan just smirked at Robb who shook his head and made a little wave with his hand as if saying 'yeah we’ve lost him... Take over from here'.

"So I would, you say? Maybe you could show me some modern clothing items too. Don't want to stick out from the others like the Gods. It's their thing to wear armor almost all the time. Or ritual clothes... Though I saw Seth in some similar one like you two wear too..." he leaned close to Samael and caressed his face. "What do you say? Want to dress me up in this style before meeting the others?"

***

Seth was awaiting them as they stepped out of the portal his pair had opened for Samael and Azmodan to return to Sanctuary. The Dark God smiled at both of them, feeling the barely veiled sexual tension between them. Mostly coming from Samael, who could barely take his eyes off the war demon dressed in tight leather pants, which highlighted the endless legs, the tight long-sleeved black shirt outlining the firm muscular upper-body and the combat boots.

Samael's dreamy expression was quite entertaining to the God, but for a change he didn't comment anything on that.

"Welcome back, Azmodan, Samael.” Here he turned to Azmodan. “Your summer house is ready. If you follow me, I'll show you around and introduce you to some of the other residents, who might linger there, resting out our latest adventure on the outside," he said lifting a hand towards the right direction as an invitation.

"Thank you, Lord Seth," the demon bowed his head as he dragged Samael by his hand to follow the God. He missed his old lover too, of course. But the way the seraph acted amused him to the fullest.

"It is good to be here and see this land in peace. I saw glimpses of the outside world," Azmodan mused, not even going into details about what he thinks of all the destroyed landscapes.

"Yes..." Seth only nodded too in the same mood. "We try to keep Athens in some of the old state she was. I guess we did become very fond of this culture and turned Hellenic by now," he chuckled, leading them to the summer house where Jim and Paolo lived. "I think I introduce you to your neighbors first," the God turned to knock with a jackal-like grin.

"The Nephilim... and the sun angel. Nice pair," Azi smirked glimpsing at Samael.

"Yeah... very nice..." the lovesick Seraph murmured, but finally took his eyes off the big demon on his side, the nearly constant blush on his face not fading as they were still holding hands.

"Gonna get it!" they heard Jim's voice from inside, as if he yelled back to Paolo that he would open the door. And he did do that in the next moment. Suspiciously quickly compared to the time passing between that and Seth's knock. "Oh hi..." he smiled first at the Dark God, but his eyes quickly jumped at the other two too. "Hm... baby, we have some interesting guests..." he said to Paolo over his shoulder then stepped aside to invite the trio in. The curiosity was very obvious in his eyes that shone up in mismatched colors as he felt that this new guy was the source of that strange power he's been feeling in the last couple of days.

"Greetings, Jim. I brought a neighbor to introduce to you," Seth grinned walking inside and greeting the arriving angel too.

"Azmodan! Now that's a nice surprise!" Paolo giggled hugging the big demon like an old friend.

"Yes. Nice to meet you... Jim…" Azmodan said patting Paolo's back in the hug. His dark shining eyes locked in with the mismatched ones as they were sizing up each other with the Nephilim.

And that they did. They were both taller than the others, though Azmodan packed much more muscles, thus was wider than Jim, who rather slimmed down than bulked up lately.

That presence... made something move deep inside Jim's subconscious. It felt somehow... familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on it. Either way, he found it pleasant enough to smirk at the handsome demon and offer a hand once Paolo let him go.

"The pleasure is mine, Azmodan... And..." here he turned to Paolo "don't say you 'know' him too..." he teased his pair with a wider grin as he let the demon's hand go.

That suddenly made Samael giggle in the background while he was already hunting down some Greek wine for all.

"I'm afraid you'll have to get used to it, Jim. Your mate knows all the handsome devils well," Seth giggled too.

"Yeah well I DO know him. But sadly NOT that way," Paolo winked at Jim.

"Well, that's a first..." Jim murmured under his mustache, earning a light elbowing into his side, which made him giggle and press a smacking kiss on top of his pair's bald head.

"You guys are so bad..." Azmodan rolled his eyes grinning and gratefully took the glass of wine Samael was offering to him.

Of course from that he got quite a competitive discussion about who was the worst. It was a nice ice-breaker to sit down and chat a bit about themselves and what's been going on lately.

It was easy to see that there would be no problem between the two tall men, and if it wasn't obvious before, now it became clear to the others too how Samael was kinda... not himself... Or at least not the version they were used to. He was a little bit less bubbly, but made sure that Azmodan was comfortable and had his glass always full. It was kinda amusing to see how much he tried to please the big calm mountain of a man.

Either way, they had a nice time and they got going only when Seth said he had to go check on something with his own pair. It gave the opportunity for Azmodan and Samael to say their goodbyes too and head for a walk along the windy shoreline.

"It is nice here. Don't worry, I keep a hold on you," Azmodan said to Samael with a little laugh as they were walking in the stormy wind at the edge of the cliff above the seashore.

That place was at the barrier of the Gods' magic and the weather was mixed between the always nice mellow spring of the sanctuary and the wild stormy outside.

"So you won't mind me staying a bit longer, as I feel…" the demon murmured on his deep voice, pulling the seraph into a half-hug as they were walking. "The neighbors seemed to be nice too..." he growled playfully.

"I never felt anything but safe on your side," Nergal blushed and giggled girlishly but then looked a tiny bit more serious. "And of course I want you to stay. If you want... and your wife and queen is okay with it. I mean... It's been hundreds of years. We've never been apart for this long. We... I missed you a lot. Especially when Lulu was away and the kids were out of the nest too. That Stronghold is very big for one person..." he babbled, tightening his arm around the demon's waist.

"Oh yeah, they are nice. And already powerful. Jim especially. He evolved a lot in a very short time. We're talking months here. He kinda lost his previous love during merging into one with him and as I've heard, getting together with Paolo wasn't an easy ride either. But he... khm... seems to have come to an understanding with Lord Seth fairly quickly too... Anyways, I can't wait for you to meet King again. And his pair! Matt is so grateful for finally having a family with us. He had a mortal mother, but his real cherub father saw him only as an experience. It's pretty fucked up, but quite familiar, ey? You should've seen Matt's face when we showed him the family album! And seeing you on those pictures made me long for your closeness again. I had no idea if you were still alive or not. I'm so happy you are! Do you still want me like before? I mean... it was a long break and a lot of things have changed for both of us and all..." he voiced all the thoughts that crossed his mind without filtering anything. He remembered Azi liking that about him in the past. Was that still the case?

The demon laughed rubbing the side of the seraph lovingly. "Got to an ‘understanding’ with Lord Seth, huh?" he wiggled his brows. "I'm curious about King and his pair too. Been missing you all a lot," he stopped and turned to face Samael, holding his face between his big hands to gaze deeply into the greenish eyes, smiling. "Of course I want you still... You are still like a breath of fresh air for me with all your yapping," he giggled and leant down to finally press his lips to the seraph’s after all that time.

All his forming words disappeared from Samael's mind, leaving it empty – which was rare for him. But beside his pair Azi could always do that to him too. He practically melted from his words and kiss on the spot.

Lifting his own hands, he hugged him tight, pressing his body against the firm one. As that unique scent surrounded him again after such a long time, Samael kissed back, first just savoring the full lips. Sweet and smoky like always. Then he got more and more passionate.

The constantly there but so far more or less suppressed desire broke free and wreaked havoc in Samael, making him moan and throb for the big demon, hanging on his lips as if his life depended on it. "Take me back to your new house and let yourself loose on me..." he giggled flushed deep, jumping up to put his legs around the narrow waist, arms going around the thick neck.

"Right away? I like that hunger of yours," Azmodan grinned holding the smaller man strongly to him. Spreading his demon wings and changing form, he took off the ground and flew to the new house.

Part 2

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