Chapter 14

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The morning was nice and warm. Not too hot or too bright. Just perfect... since the Trinity created the weather inside Sanctuary. And Azmodan loved it so much.

The demon woke up with a big smile on his face and without feeling any threat at all. It was a while since he felt so at peace and calm. It was a relatively short time since he got married in Pandemonium and after all his work in war against many lords, he got into the position to have a less stressful life in the world that was always at war.

But it was also the soundly sleeping fallen seraph who made him feel so... pleasant… He had to smile as he moved to get up and looked back at the totally spent Samael drooling onto the pillow.

The demon will stay for a long while, just how he confessed to his lover. Might as well get a daily routine while all this good and calm still exists.

He pulled on a pair of loose sweatpants and washed the blood a little off his upper body. Not really messing with it right then as he was about to check out the weights Seth had told him about on the back terrace. People here like him buff, it seems…

He giggled to himself as he walked outside and inhaled the fresh air. Still with his demon look, horns and wings and all, he looked around. And just spotted with his goat-like eyes the Nephilim neighbor smoking and pulling behind a corner when Azmodan felt the mismatched gaze on himself.

Jim wasn't sure if he was quick enough to hide behind that corner, though the breeze moving the smoke he puffed out was quite a telltale sign that someone was there. But oh well... even if he was busted, it was... worth it, because... yeah...

Since yesterday once their new neighbor and Samael got back into the house, the curious Nephilim's mind was quite preoccupied with what he saw, felt and heard... No wonder, though...

First it was that strange familiar presence he still couldn't put a finger on. He didn't ask Paolo about it once he got back from the 'kids' late at night when things were quiet at the neighbors. Because he wanted to figure it out on his own. That was the theme around here anyways, he giggled to himself.

Then there was that... intriguing form he took a glimpse of right before the clearly giggly and horny Samael stumbled into the house. Jim has never seen a creature like Azmodan since he was relatively new to this supernatural world. Yes, he'd seen quite a few beings during his travels with his Corey before arriving to Sanctuary. But nothing like Azmodan. After all, he was from a completely different dimension. And he felt like that little glimpse was way too short for him to really observe all the details...

And then there were the beastly and wall-shattering sounds and whirlwind of energies he had heard and felt soon afterwards. It was blindingly obvious what the two were doing and it just... moved something in Jim. Not really in a pervy way (okay, fine, he might or might not have jerked off to the sounds and imagining what was going on), but like... a kind of... liking? Or attraction?

Now that he dared to peek out from behind the corner again, he was wondering the same. He never before was into big muscular guys. He liked his men smaller. Preferably SMALL with fair skin and some muscles. Like Corey or Paolo or the occasional hookers or biker boys he had before them. Not someone so... massive and around the same height like he was...

But the more he watched the interesting half-naked demon with some dry blood on his smooth warm-looking skin, the unique "goat eyes" and horns and badass wings (which looked a lot like Jim's), the more he felt that attraction or pull building.

"What the hell..?" he murmured to himself a bit confused and just as much aroused.

Azmodan felt the curious Nephilim powers sizing him up. And thinking that they will have to know each other better soon anyway, and Jim has to get used to his true form too, the demon grinned and with a playful glow in his red goat eyes, he flashed all his sharp fangs toward the peeking Jim.

The small workout corner looked inviting on the terrace. Seth knew well what he would need…

Stretching out his upper body and wings along with it, Azmodan moaned loud on his deep voice. Then making his wings vanish, he casually reached back and inside the loose pants (which was perfectly snug on his muscular thighs and ass, by the way...) and pulled out his long devil tail. Swinging it behind him like a cat, he bent down for the big weights to work the big arms a bit.

Now that little show was making things worse for Jim. But... at least he got the opportunity to burn all the details of the war lord's body into his mind. And damn, he was put together well... Plus the way he lifted the heavy weights as if they had a quarter of their actual weight was a clear indication that he was fucking strong physically too, not just as far as his powers went.

But then again, he came from a world always at war. Jim imagined that there were many warriors like him over there... And that thought just... blew his mind even more...

What he didn't expect was the playful tail which was pulled out of those tight and very perfect pants so casually. Jim had no idea he had a tail fetish too. Now he knew with certainty as he watched it swirling around like it had its own life and will. His eyes darkened from the sudden rush of hot scenarios his dirty mind came up with in a second to torture him.

This was so wrong... But he still couldn't take his eyes off the fine demon male as he continued pumping the weights to work on his already very muscular arm. Damn...

All the messed up emotions he felt was quite amusing to the demon. He sat sideways to the… next door house and the next door perv peeking at him. Pushing his right elbow into his thigh, he was working his biceps while giggling inside. But that fun was nothing compared to the other giggle he just heard.

Looking up, a still sort of high Samael stumbled towards him. Like a jolly drunk man, eyes shining and a goofy smile on his bloody face… Still visible bruises and claw marks on his body that was equally bloody here and there. Like the small round butt that almost peeked out of the very short and tight shorts he had on as the only cover of his lean body.

Azmodan forgot Jim in that very second. Putting the weight down onto the ground, he reached his hand out and once Samael grabbed it pulled the hysterically giggling seraph onto his lap. Long wide arms covered the smaller human-looking body. His horned was head rubbing to the chewed up neck and the demon groaned and moaned from the sexual scent on Samael from their all night mating.

"I've found you," Samael giggled pulling his head back to gaze into the goat-like eyes and like a lovesick kid, tapped Azmodan on the tip of his nose.

"You did. I'm so proud of you, my love…" the demon giggled and touched his forehead to the seraph's. Whose groin already began drawing circles against the hiding devil cock, making the tail slide up on his thigh and under the tiny short as their lips touched.

Jim tried to control himself. He really tried to stay cool and will his body to calm down, but the clearly messed up and well-fucked Samael's appearance (yes, the wounds and bruises and bite marks giving him a pretty good idea why he had heard those sounds the night before) only made his bulge get worse. 

Not to mention the kisses the pair shared or seeing that naughty tail disappear under the tiny shorts to coax a sound from Samael which was a mixture of a giggle and a moan.

And did Azmodan just call the seraph "his love"? What the fuck? So... what?

Jim was so confused and aroused that for a change he completely zoned out on the outside world.

"Whatcha doin', Jimmy?" he suddenly heard Paolo's whisper and it literally made the big man jump and nearly squeak like a kid who was so very busted for something he wasn't supposed to do.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"I... err... hi... I was just... and then he was there... and I was smoking... and curious... and they just..." he babbled incoherently and red like a lobster, long tattooed arms flailing around in his weak effort to explain the situation. "Ahh... fuck it. I'm a perv. You knew that," he finally sighed and let his shoulders drop in defeat.

Paolo just watched his pair with a wider and wider grin then laughed out loud at the end. Hugging Jim, he peeked into the other garden too and hummed.

"Yeah I knew. But yeah… Such a lovely demon, no? Saw the tail? Hmm…" the angel giggled. "Come on, let's see what's in the fridge I can eat off you," he announced grabbing one big hand to pull Jim inside.

Meanwhile the making out pair got so very lost in each other. But suddenly they both picked their heads up panting. "King!" they said in unity from the feel of the familiar energies coming closer.

"Let's save this for later," the demon winked and in a blink of an eye they appeared in the bathroom to wash up before their guests arrival.

The pair which just got back to Sanctuary did a detour to the Gods to give their report of their mission on the outside. Which gave plenty of time for Azmodan and Samael to cool off and get themselves more or less presentable.

Matt could feel the new presence and also Corey's sudden excitement and happiness. He told him it was because that presence belonged to his "nanny". Which meant that Azmodan was back and judging by the energies with Samael.

The dark cherub got curious too from that as he remembered the demon from the family album and the stories clearly and despite their tiredness, he was looking forward to meeting him.

Once they were done at the Gods’, they flew over to the summer houses and soon Matt followed Corey inside (with an eye-roll ignoring the naughty and familiar energies he could feel from next door).

Samael got himself together more or less. And Azmodan literally was glowing in the tight modern clothes and was all washed up and smiling as they walked to the living area to meet up the pair.

"King! You’ve got old, kiddo," he said on his calm low voice and hugged Corey tight.

"Yeah, we all age more here," King laughed and squeezed the big man's middle. "Let me introduce my pair. He is Matt," he said stepping back and next to the cherub. "Matt, he is my 'nanny' Azmodan, the war lord from Pandemonium," he grinned wide. He was so happy to have someone like Azi back from the past.

"Nice to meet you, Matt the dark cherub," Azmodan nodded with respect, sizing up the tall Asian-looking male and allowing his powers to be sized up by him too.

From the outside it probably still looked as if Samael was still a bit high. Well, maybe so, but the beaming grin with pride watching that hug between King and Azi nearly split his face in two in the background.

Matt knew this was kind of a family reunion. He could feel just how happy it made Corey deep inside, but he was still Matt and he sized up the big demon with some caution.

"Nice to meet you too, Azmodan from Pandemonium. I've heard a lot of you," he said with a small smile and politely offered a hand, even if his moves were a bit stiff. "What brought you back?" he asked raising a dark brow from the timing.

Azmodan looked at Corey then behind his back to Samael like saying 'he is a serious one, indeed' but turned back with a smile to Matt.

"To be honest I wanted to come back for a long while. Hearing The Call was an opportunity to be a messenger and come back here. And the message was that no being from my world would aid the twin archangels in their battle. My queen agrees that it is a battle between the beings of this world."

"Yes. That's good to know Azi. I'm glad the other warlords won't come against us," King nodded and exchanging a glimpse with Samuel, they started to gently guide the other two toward the chairs and couches.

"You got a residence by the gods. That means you're staying, right?" he asked hopefully once they all were seated.

Like the house fairy Samael usually was no matter where he happened to be, he waltzed into the kitchen area to put some snacks and red wine and beer onto a tray and balanced it to the coffee table.

"Eat and drink up, my boys, you look like you could use it," he encouraged them then sat on the armrest of the armchair Azmodan chose for himself and sipped from his wine. "And imagine that, yes! He said he's gonna stay for a long while now," the seraph beamed and put a hand on the wide shoulder.

"That's... nice," Matt said then took a sip from his beer and narrowed his eyes a bit. "So, you'll stay back to guard the Gate while we fight the war?"

King looked at his pair with a matching frown. He sensed a large amount of doubt from Matt and he was just shocked about it all. Like… why and where was all that coming from?

Azmodan on the other hand was very much at ease and not bothered by the clear interrogation of the cherub.

He smiled and sipped on his wine too, absently caressing the hand on his shoulder. One would think they were a pair, and the demon could see that exact thought and disliking towards his action. Well that only made him grab and kiss into Samael's palm.

"What will happen and what will be my duty is under conversation with RaHoorKhuit. But… let's just say to calm you down a little… that this exact place and the Earthly world is very special to me," he spoke on his low murmuring voice.

King remembered how Azi always helped him and his sister to fall asleep when they were small. "I'm sure the Trinity will know what to do. I just missed you so much and glad you're back and gonna stay," King said raising his beer to them all.

Samael seemed to sober up a bit more from Matt grilling his big demon, but before he could work himself up on that, Azi's touches and kiss into his palm – which felt like a statement – distracted him enough. And made him giggle and blush and with that he was back in his teenage girl persona. "I feel the same way, Azi," his fingers stroked the small patch of hair on the demon's chin, his look softening with love.

Matt could feel his pair's shock and disapproval. It shut the cherub up for now, but Azmodan's reply only made more questions pop up in his mind. Questions probably no one will answer to him, because clearly everyone was biased about the big secretive demon. Like... why was Earth so special to him? And why was he really here? To be with the dads and King? Or something else?

Letting those questions go for now, Matt tried to be more civil and open for his pair's sake too. Maybe he was just too tired from their stake out and saw conspiracy theories where none were... Maybe.

To all that sudden drinking in a bit awkward quiet a loud knock echoed into. And right after that Lucifer marched in with his big smile and dimples showing from how his husband was wrapping himself around Azmodan as much as he could.

"Heeeey... Wow... What a wild party!" he laughed and carried his gaze over everyone. Samael laughed and jumped up from beside the demon and skipped practically on cloud nine to his pair to hug and kiss him.

"Yeah we just came back dad. Kinda tired," Corey added watching his dads.

"And what is your excuse, almighty lover of my husband?" Robb asked while rubbing the purring Satan's back.

"Hey… I've made him like this. You're welcome!" Azmodan laughed raising his glass at Robb.

"Yeah true. He is a handful. That's why I thought I come over and join the 'welcome Azi back' party," Robb kept joking and avoiding to turn towards the pile of negative energy, naming Matt…

Who felt more and more that he was the party pooper. The odd one out in the middle of the family reunion. And for a brief moment he wondered if he would ever be really part of this family. He wanted to. Badly. But maybe it was wishful thinking in the end? He wasn't sure.

So to not make things worse, he kept drinking his beers and mostly stayed silent, observing the other males. For example, he at least let go of his first initial slight dismay about Azmodan and Samael being so lovey-dovey since he saw and felt that Robb was fine with that. Yes, Matt knew about their history too so he simply accepted it. Like he eventually accepted Jim and Paolo's mating too.

"So Matt… tell me about things here, please. Last time I was around Paolo was all over King," Azmodan bent forward and rested his elbows on his knees, swirling the remaining whine in the glass as he spoke to Matt who looked very left out on the outside too. "I mean… I would like to know you more and how you see things around here. You're family now too," he smiled and drowned the wine in one swig. Very clearly knowing for sure that he, himself is part of said family too. And he could feel that small disliking vibe from Matt about that once again.

Matt couldn't help it or the gut feeling he had from that. Azmodan clearly tried to involve him more – for which he should have felt more grateful than he did – but the cherub couldn't shake the feeling that there was more behind all that the demon did. Either way he took another sip from his beer and answered on a slightly softer tone.

"Yeah, well he's still all over Corey, but now we share him too. He was a great help before my transmutation to balance our incomplete energies. But of course, having his mate in Jim now had shifted his focus and emotions a bit."

"Yeah, we can all feel that," Robb scoffed and narrowed his eyes at Azmodan. "That is your doing? What… 'wild party' is happening now next door?"

"What? I haven't done anything… Just…" Azi started but Samael cut in all excited and giddy.

"Yeah he JUST tried out the small training area Seth had set up for him in the back terrace... And it JUST happened that Jim was outside smoking and saw… Azi as he was wearing JUST a pair of pants and still bloody with his demon self type of workout, you know… His tail swinging all over and all," Samael explained to all of their amusement and laugh. Only Matt frowned to the new details.

"Huh..." That's all Matt reacted while his mind started reeling again, but his reaction was barely heard from the loud wholehearted laugh that burst out of Robb.

"Now that just made me even prouder of you Azi. And how do you know all these details, my love?" he grinned at his husband knowingly.

"Wellll... I might have ended up on his lap barely covered and my tongue down his throat..." Samael batted his eyelashes with a fake innocent expression, the fingertips of his free hand touching his own chest.

Of course that coaxed another round of laughter and it was easy to see that the seraph was basking in the attention.

With a small smile Matt soon put down his empty beer bottle, exchanging a look with Corey then stood up. "Thank you for having me here. If you'll excuse us, we're tired so we're gonna go rest up. Have fun and see you around," he boomed on his deep voice and waved to the dads and the demon before walking out of the house. He knew his pair would follow soon.

The older males just looked at each other and being already in a hyped up mood they continued to laugh.

"Yeah… Thanks for having us Dad, Sami, Azi. Sorry about that… Will catch you around," Corey said feeling embarrassed about Matt just leaving, but he hurried after him nonetheless. "Heeyyy... Care to walk with me and talk about what was all that 'bad cop' act with Azmodan?" the long-haired man asked once he could cut before the cherub.

Pausing on the path to avoid bumping into Corey, Matt looked him in the eye and sighed. "Don't say you don't feel that he's hiding things from all of us..." he murmured quietly, knowing that his pair was probably going to doubt him or at least not understand him. Like when Matt was pissed at Jim for hurting Paolo.

"Yeah, he always did that. He lived in two worlds and because we could always trust him and count on him, I’m sure he did the same in Pandemonium too. Kept the things about Earth hidden," Corey huffed and grabbed Matt's hand to start the 'walking home' part. But maybe not as gentle or calm as he should have.

"As far as you know... Yeah... I just don't like it. All the coincidences," Matt snorted, feeling that it was not all. There was more behind the friendly facade. Also, King's dismissive words were expected, still they stung just like that firmer grab and the irritated feelings he caught for a second through their bond.

It made Matt look away and instinctively free his hand. Why was everyone so amazed and wooed by the demon they haven't seen for hundreds of years? Especially now at war time... When they had to be extra careful to make sure they won't fail.

Corey exhaled long and grabbed Matt’s marked arm, in a gentle way, and pulled his pair into his arms.

"Look. As far as I know, yes... So… When Dad and Samael rebelled, Elohim had thrown Samael through a portal to Pandemonium. That is well-documented. Even before that Azmodan was one of the very few who could cross worlds at their will and he had been on Earth a few times. He stood up for my dads and promised his head for them in case they mess up any war lord's way. When Dad talked to the Trinity of RaHoorKhuit and they agreed on the Stronghold, Azmodan helped to form that pocket dimension we lived in. I could feel you really hated how close they are… Samael and Azmodan... But while Dad had many love affairs and even real families, Samael only had us and that demon. At all. Whatever was needed, we could always count on him. He even said that the big battles between that world's ranking will keep him away longer. Yes, it is true that as far as I know maybe not that far. But it's been many, many years and he never gave me or my dads or the gods the slightest reason to not trust him," King said looking into the black Asian eyes he so loved and felt kind of desperate to make Matt see the point in why exactly Azmodan counted as family and was loved so much.

Matt stayed a bit stiff in his pair's hug for a while then eased up a tiny bit, resting his hands on Corey's wide back as he was listening to his man. Then he looked him back in the desperate eyes. "I'm not questioning what he's done for you or your dads or the gods or hell, even for this world. And I didn't hate that they were that close, I just... dunno, felt strange at first but I accepted that seeing your dad being more than fine with it," he sighed. "I'm just saying that there's more," he said a bit stubbornly.

Corey took a deep breath and figured maybe for now they are as close as it can get for Matt to try to see into things from more than one side… He caressed his pair's face and pecked a kiss to his lips. After all... he loved the stubbornness in Matt too...

"There is always more to everything, my Asian angel... Always. Let's get home and sleep some," he said spreading his wings and taking off with his mate in his arms.

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