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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Ten

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Ten

Vinny smiled, seeing Justin slipping from Ricky's room. “Want some eggs before you leave? I'm making my breakfast.” She offered to him, brushing her hair back with an easy-going grin. “How do you like your eggs? Scrambled? Sunny side up? Fried?”

Justin hasn’t realised that she was already up, oh, at least he was already dressed, so much for just slipping out the door. How he liked his eggs, right, right, sure, he knew there were different ways to cook eggs, of course he knew that.. But when, you didn’t really have the luxury of living in a home, or apartment, making food like that.. Doing things like cooking eggs… right… never happened. “Ah, any way I can get them. Beggars can’t be choosers, so they say.”

Vinny laughed, “I'll make a couple of styles, and you tell me which one you like most.” She explained, moving gracefully to prep her skillet, mixing up some eggs humming softly. “Have fun last night? He can be an interesting experience. Most people don't expect him to be dominant.” She explained, her skirt sweeping against her knees.

She set a sweet coffee in front of him, smiling softly. “I added extra caramel.” She whispered, moving back to the stove.

His eyes went a little wide hearing that about the eggs, “Oh, oh, you don’t have to do that.” Not that he wouldn’t eat all of them, he most surely would. Justin could probably eat both occupants of this apartment under the table all on his own, not counting Christopher and Ryan. Never mind, they lived on whatever they could find, for, well, as long as he could remember. They made do, it was what they were used to. It wasn’t a problem, they did fine. When the Church functioned, it was much easier, there was always food in the kitchen, and they never questioned when there was some going missing, during the night, never made sure never to take more than they needed though. They were not greedy.

Oh, well, “Yea, most people don’t expect me to be submissive either.” As big, and as imposing, as he could be. He was as big as Christopher, they expected him to be a lot like him, and he just.. Wasn’t. Christopher was one of the gargoyles originally created by the angels, Justin was one of the later generations, born, and raised. Sometimes he thought it hurt Christopher more how the angels had treated them, because he remembered how they’d always dismissed them in the start, only for it to get worse with time. Sipping at his coffee, smiling at the extra caramel, thankful for that, but he swallowed thinking about Ricky being dominant. “Is.. is he always dominant?” he hadn’t minded Ryan last night, and Justin knew Ryan, he, he did not switch, not… anymore.

Vinny smiled softly, “Rick is… usually dominant. But he does switch when he finds the right people. People he can trust. He trusts you quite a bit, he fell asleep with you.” she explained, putting some scrambled eggs in a bowl with cheese and offered it to him, before starting on a fried egg. “By the way… I get way too many eggs at any time. I don’t want them going bad. If you guys ever want some, I’ll put some in the kitchen in the Rectory. I was going to go grocery shopping for you guys in a few days. You should make a list of what you guys like, and I’ll get it for you.” she added.

Her heels clicked lightly as she moved around, eating some eggs herself. “If you wanna learn how to cook anything, just let me know. I love teaching people how to cook.” she admitted, smiling as she started working on more styles of eggs, “Will you take some to Ryan? I don’t know if he got enough to eat earlier.”

Justin was still as he heard that. Of course Ricky would trust Ryan, everyone trusted Ryan, it was practically ingrained into who he was. It was his virtue, after all. Sure, when it came to virtues, only Christopher was created with his virtue actually in mind, but they all symbolized them for a reason. Trusting him like this was nothing, he knew nothing of who Justin really was, he hadn’t worn even one weapon, no daggers, no swords, no nothing.. What did Ricky have not to trust. Ryan, however, he was going to switch for, he was.. He was.. Justin didn’t want to think about that smirk that Ryan when he’d said goodnight to Ricky, and, see you tomorrow.

“Won’t you use them for the café, though? I mean, baking?” Justin asked slowly… “I mean, we, none of us, well, none of us really know how to cook or make anything. We’ve never really had time to learn.” Sure, the rectory did have the tiniest little kitchenette, renovated now, yet, did any of them have the time, with patrols, no… let alone the ability!

“Well, I could… but I also buy too many to use in a month so… I’ll stock your fridge… and you will learn to cook with me some nights. Okay? I think it'd be good for you.” She said firmly, setting a plate of fried eggs and an omelet. “Go ahead. Eat.”

She was a busy little morning bug. Moving around and flitting about, filling the church with amazing smells. Her hair was tied back in a bun as she grinned offering a few dozen hard-boiled eggs, peeling them for her customers and a few for Ryan, Justin, and Chris.

Learn to cook, Justin just, he almost couldn’t believe the idea. He’d have to find a way to fit it around patrols, and Vinny working with Ricky in the bar. “I mean, if, if it’s not too much, I know you’re so busy, with the café, and the bar.. But I, I might like that.” Smiling slightly, finally looking down to the bowl with the scrambled eggs and cheese, trying a mouthful.. They were fresh and so… Oh, they were so good. These had to be his favorite… Right?

Glancing over at the different types of other eggs that Vinny had put out to try. He knew they weren’t all for her, he knew, of course, he could more than eat all of them. Christopher always made sure they never took more than they needed. He picked up one of the hard-boiled ones next to take a bite, chewing, it, it was alright, but, he liked the other one better, the cheesy mushy one so far. Then there were the fried ones.. Oh they were good too.. This.. “This is hard to choose. How are you supposed to know which one is your favorite?”

Vinny chuckled, “sometimes it depends on the day. My favorite is an omelet with spinach and onions, mushrooms… and hollandaise sauce.” She explained warmly, “I just can't make hollandaise for shit…” she admitted with a laugh, before bringing over sunny side up along with bacon and tofu bacon for Chris.

She sipped her own coffee. “eggs are cheap and not too hard to make. We can start there whenever you want.” She assured him, “eat as much as you want. I have quite a bit packed up already for Chris and Ryan. You just had fun with Rick… anyone needs food after keeping up with him.”

She smirked softly, looking into her coffee. “But he makes sure everyone leaves his bed satisfied.” She admitted. “It's like he knows what people need.”

Looking to the last that she’d made for him this morning, what he assumed was an omelet. He wasn’t sure if it had the spinach and onions and mushrooms in it, but he had a feeling it was an omelet. Taking a bite, he smiled, he could see what she liked about it, the different flavours along with the ends, oh that was nice. But if it came to eggs, as eggs… scrambled had to be his go to so far, definitely.

Drinking some more of his coffee now, smirking a little behind his cup at the quip about keeping up with Ricky. “Oh, it's not that hard, if he let me, I’m sure I could try to put him through his paces.” Sighing, though, he had a feeling Ryan or even Christopher would probably be better at that again. They both had so much more experience, at well, everything, than him anyway.

She laughed, “Good! Boy is a never ending supply of energy I swear…” she laughed, letting him eat what stood out to him as she cleared her own plate. “Don't forget to write a list of foods you like, Ryan likes, and I think I know what Chris likes.” she said warmly putting the plate in the dishwasher before cleaning up and packing up the warm meals.

“Take Ryan's when you leave, I'll give Chris his.” She promised, moving over to peck Justin's head gently, clear affection. The same she gave Ricky. “Whatever you don't eat, just shove it into the package with Ryan's food.”

“Honestly, we will eat anything, Christopher though, he, his preferences have always been personal, but you’ve got them pretty good so far.” Justin quickly eating more, yeah, there was no way Ryan was going to get any more of his, even what he didn’t like as much as the scrambled and the omelet, he was still scarfing down of his portions.. Because, he was hungry, and he’d never been given this much food. It was amazing.

Part of him wondered if he should ask if it’ll keep until tonight, but then remembered that they had a kitchen. If Ryan didn’t have time to eat it fresh this morning, he could eat it up tonight, right? Still, “Maybe I should go take him his soon, give him time to eat before we head out to work… Christopher will probably be heading to find you soon as well.”

She blushed softly looking at her hands that held the package, “yeah. I really just… hope he likes it. I'm happy you liked breakfast.” She explained warmly, “he's going to help me with flowers.” She explained before smiling at him. “I'll see you later.” She said gently, before she slipped out into the main of the church looking for Chris as she went down the stairs, almost tripping in her excitement.

Christopher had already heard Vinny and Justin talking in the resident apartment, while he hadn’t pleased that Justin had gotten involved so intimately with Ricky there was nothing he could do about it. They weren’t supposed to act on their attractions to mortals, even if he long accepted that they had them, even he did, something he knew. Then there was the flip side, that note, that message when he’d returned to the rectory earlier.

They were sending a new handler, that meant another new angel. After Jerahmiel, he didn’t know what to expect. He’d hoped for help, mentally asked for it. He regretted that now. A new angel handler meant that involving themselves so closely with the mortals was going to bring them trouble, even friendships would get them punished. Jerahmiel had always been a hard task master. Christopher kept Ryan and Justin to the edicts, sure, however, he didn’t punish them the way the angel had for even the most minor infractions, and never would. After all of that, how could this next one be any different?

This was why Christopher had decided that until their new handler had arrived, if Justin and Ryan wanted to involve themselves with the mortals, who was he to stand in their way? As he walked downstairs, he thought about Vinny in that matter, what about her, would she, no, no he shouldn’t… He shouldn’t. Then he saw her and he just couldn’t help but smile.

Vinny trotted over and set the large Tupperware down and looked up at him with soft eyes. “Hey… are you ready?” She asked, pulling in a delivery of roses from outside, offering them to Chris, observing him with a small smile.

The roses were beautiful as Christopher accepted them from her, breathing in their scent, “They’re perfect, I’m sure she’ll love them.” Smiling as he looked over to the pedestal that was marked with Authenticity, and sighed softly. Carrying them over, he moved behind the bar, and took the flowers that were there, and replaced them with the roses fresh on the pedestal that Chenza had once perched on. He murmured a morning blessing in enochian as his fingers brushed over the virtue plaque.

She smiled sadly, taking the old flowers to place in other empty vases, already filling with dried flowers. She gave him time at the platform to mourn, she didn't fully understand. But that was okay. She didn't need to, to know that Chris was starting to feel more secure grieving. She walked back to him and gently rubbed his arm softly. “You okay?” She asked, green eyes peering up at him with a soft smile. "Have you eaten yet? I made eggs… and tofu bacon.” She said softly.

Christopher glanced back towards Vinny, seeing how she had placed the flowers he’d moved from Chenza’s platform, and spread them into other vases on the platforms of other fallen members of his unit. Taking in a deep breath, he couldn’t explain that to Vinny though, just talking about how the virtue reminded him of his love was so close, but making up more excuses would be crossing a line he was sure.

“I am,” sighing softly, as he looked at her, those gorgeous eyes so beautiful, and so, he tried not to compare them to Chenza but every time he looked into her eyes… “I will be okay.” Blinking at the question of eating, Oh, yesterday he’d had the cookies, the thought of eggs, and.. “Tofu bacon? I’ve never tried it.”

She laughed and moved to the counter, grabbing him a fork, walking back to him with the container. “It's like bacon but vegan. Like the fried tofu.” She explained as she pulled off the lid and handed the warm plastic container to him. “While you eat, do you want to learn how I make your coffee?” She questioned fondly.

As she handed the container to him, immediately Christopher knew that the eggs were real and not a vegan substitute, glancing towards her, wondering how, how did she do that. How did she know, know what he could seem to handle tolerating with eating them and not.. Not that he touched animal products most days, but eggs were not quite as much of an issue for him.. They were something, as long as they weren’t fertilized, was something that needed to be passed, and needed to be consumed, or would be wasted. It benefited the chickens.. Provided they were treated humanely.

Still, he took a bite, and that was all it took, a low groan.. It was so good. Just like that, he realized how hungry he was, and he was eating, possibly, a little bit too fast, actually. He was hungry, and it felt good to have a full belly for once.

She smiled and moved to make his coffee, adding some vanilla soy milk and oat milk with the coffee with sugar and coconut whip, pushing it to him. “I'm going to teach Justin to make eggs so you guys can have those regularly, and I'm going to get you premade vegan meals as well. I was also considering protein shakes?” She offered, “they have some great vegan ones.”

Okay, he ate that too fast. His tongue might be a little bit scalded from the eggs still being hot and fresh, he’d never had anything so freshly cooked, save for those wonderful cookies. “Justin, cooking? Are you trying to poison us?” Not that that would work, his small smile on his face told her he was joking. Considering some of the things they’d eaten over the years, they’d survive even the worst dish that Justin tried to make, he was sure. “Babygirl, we do eat, you don’t have to keep feeding us, though I am delighted that you think of me.” Oh, oh, he was.

He knew she thought they were homeless, but he just wanted to assure her that they did their best to look after themselves, even if they were living in a previously abandoned Church. Obviously just thankful that they hadn’t kicked them out after they realized they were still here.

Vinny shook her head. “You guys don't look like you eat enough. Like you live off bread which isn't healthy. You need rounded out meals… I'm just helping with that. I'm sure you can agree you all have felt better with a balanced diet.” she pointed out firmly with a knowing smile, “you all seem to be much more active.”

Eat enough? Christopher was confused, well, admittedly in the years since the Church had been abandoned, and the kitchen had been shut down here, it had gotten harder for them to get food as regularly. They still got quite a bit of food, found it as they could. Swallowing, “Vinny, this isn’t your… responsibility.” That feeling was painful, because, no, no, it was his. Glancing in a direction up towards where he knew the rectory was, everything that had happened, he had to do better didn’t he? He’d been trying, he couldn’t have this damn handler come in and… prove he was as pathetic as he felt right then. He couldn’t even feed his unit properly. They fought, day and night, for nothing, what did they expect from them? Miracles? That wasn’t their department. He would find something, he would have to. As it was, telling her they seemed more active because they actually let them see them now, seemed pointless, he did feel better after eating, and her coffee, was as always, divine.

She sighed softly, “I know it's not. But just because it’s not my responsibility, it is my responsibility as a kind person to help when I can.” Her voice was crisp and matter-of-factly, no room for argument. “If I didn’t help, I wouldn’t be me.”

“You have enough on your plate. Let me handle food. It’s something that helps, why not? Then you can eat whenever in a more balanced way,” she reasoned sweetly, “Plus…you probably don’t know how the modern oven and stove work.” she added, “So… let me take the one worry you have that you can’t handle, to me.” she assured reaching up to pet his cheek. “You don’t have to do everything if you let people help you.” she assured, petting his cheek. “Okay?” she whispered.

“Plus this way if someone wants popcorn… I know at least one person has a chance of not burning it.” she teased with a smile.

No. No, no, no. Christopher couldn’t tell her how horrified he felt at that moment. He couldn’t even admit it to himself really because there was something inside of him that he was running from, in the worst way. Vinny was the most beautiful being, and deserved the world, the utter world. But then, at that moment, when she started almost what he felt like, gently berating him for his insisting she didn’t need to do this, all he could think of was… No, no this was not okay…

Chenza.

Christopher was horrified at himself.

Swallowed, all he wanted was the best for her, and he wanted, he would give her everything if he could, but how could he if he, if he was so lost… If he was so lost in her. Breathing in so deep, “Vinny, I- You barely know me, you barely know us.. You don’t know us at all.. Why.. why do this for us at all?”

She took a deep breath, “Because, Chris, treat others how you would like to be treated. And plus, karma. What you put into the world… comes back to you.” Her lips quirked gently, “I just want people to help each other when it's something so easily solved with compassion and understanding. Okay?”

Vinny just kept making it worse for him didn’t she, twisting him up a little more every time she gently chastised him for not understanding why she was being so kind. Why, why did she have to be so much like her. He hated this feeling, this inability to separate them. Please, he needed something, anything, give him something different in her.. Absolutely anything.. It was killing him to look at her, to hear her, to have her even scold him like Chenza did. No one talked to him like this anymore. No one told him off quite like she did, no one dared. He knew she was right, but it hurt all the more that he couldn’t separate Chenza from Vinny, and it wasn’t fair to Vinny..

Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, “BabyGirl- I- Vinny-” Stopping himself, stop it stop it stop it, his lips pressing together trying to figure out what he was even trying to say right then. How could he tell her he didn’t believe in karma.. How could he.. He lived with the knowledge his mate and her unborn children were murdered, because of him.. That Ryan, who had been abused and tortured by someone that was supposed to support them.. Christopher, he, he didn’t deserve any of her kindness because he could only lie to her about any of his life.

He was a coward, and he was tired.. “Okay.” It was his responsibility to take care of his unit, and he was failing. Maybe, letting her do it in his stead, was all he had left. Jerahmiel was right, he was a waste of his race, the last of the original creations. He was worthless, he was nothing.

She kissed his forehead softly, “Chris. All I’m doing is teaching a skill and providing space for the skill to grow.” she whispered with a soft smile. “Don’t overthink it darling.” she insisted petting his cheek, “Do you mind flipping the sign to open and unlock the door for me? I’d appreciate it.

When Vinny leaned up to him, Christopher’s head dipped on instinct without thinking, so her lips came in contact with his skin. He swallowed, feeling an instant wave of guilt that he kept accepting these little touches of intimacy when he was so cruel to compare her so blatantly to another… Sighing, all she was doing, that wasn’t all she was doing and there was no way she didn’t know that. She was giving them so much more than skill, and space, she was providing them with all the means to thrive with it. Something Christopher could not manage without stripping away his honor and throwing away the duties that he clung to and fought to follow every night.

Walking to the door with direction, the heavy wooden Church door. Most wouldn’t assume it for a café, but opened up now to a secondary set that was more welcoming and open for people to just push and come in. He opened the heavy doors, and set them open and in place after unlocking the doors that people could push open easily, and flicked the open sign, ready for customers to enter as they wished. Christopher looked out to the street, the darkness still blanketed the world, the dawn however would be approaching soon, and he had to head up to the rectory. Sighing, as he came back to Vinny, “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

She looked up and smiled at him, “Go ahead and take those coffees with you for Justin and Ryan.” She urged. “I gave Ryan espresso this time.” She commented, “in dried raspberry coffee.”

Christopher raised an eyebrow at the mention of the raspberry coffee, however it was for Ryan, and Vinny made enough coffee for him with fruit involved. Always delightful, every time, he could never complain about it either. Nodding slightly as he accepted the coffees, “Thank you, Vinny.” He swallowed, it was bad when he had to remind himself at times, which name to use, when he had only just been thinking the right one a moment before. Looking into her eyes, he sighed.. She deserved better, and yet, everything he felt when he was around her.. Sighing, that was why she deserved better. Still, he couldn’t bring him to stay away right now, could he? “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Promise? I'll dress up for you and we can dance if you want.” She offered, “I have a dress in mind just for you actually…” she teased warmly, “take it easy…okay?” She requested before he was out of earshot.

Vinny watched him as he ascended the stairs up into the Church, loving the look of him as he moved… He had a powerful, reserved nature about him, and he seemed like he needed more help than he got. All she wanted was to see him smile and relax around her… maybe that would help.

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Seven

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword & @cafekitsune

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief. (To be added to)

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

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Chapter Seven

That night, Vinny and Ricky were chatting before the bar opened, though Ricky couldn’t help but notice how… off… Vinny was. Something was bothering her pretty little head. Ricky sighed and pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her waist. “What’s going on, princess?” he questioned gently, petting her arms.

She sighed melting into him sighing softly, “My first customer this morning… he was really handsome and gorgeous and wonderful… but… towards the end he got really, well, weirded out seeing the gargoyle platform… I’m worried about him.” she admitted softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Oh princess…” he whispered, kissing her temple. “You have such a big heart… fuck… if he comes back, just be kind, okay?” he whispered to her, holding her tighter.

“Okay… I just hope he’s okay. He was so sweet…” she murmured hiding her face in his neck whining softly, with stress of worry.

Up in the rectory, three gargoyles were shifting quietly, the moment the stone had receded, Christopher had slid to the floor, his grief from the morning no less overwhelming than it had been when the stone had overtaken him. He would love it if he could say the day had calmed him some, but it hadn’t, not in the least, hearing Vinny downstairs, just the sound of her voice, did nothing to easy his pain. The image of Chenza’s platform behind the bar, and he felt like clawing his own heart out so he no longer had to feel even an ounce of this pain. He’d been running from all of it for, what, almost two centuries now, hadn’t he?

Sitting down on his bed, Justin and Ryan moving towards him, one of them pressing his coffee into his hand, Vinny, as always, bringing them up their beverages as the café had closed. It was a wonder how the pair didn’t wonder why they never saw their homeless housemates wandering through the place now that it was officially revealed they were here, but, they hadn’t said anything, yet. Possibly in time. Christopher could only look down at the glass, feeling the warmth under his palms. “So… Christopher… about going down to the bar?”

Downstairs, there were cuddles for a few more moments before Ricky picked her up and twirled her around, then setting her down. “I’ll go unlock the doors, princess. You just focus on talking to people tonight. Build that clientele.” he whispered, “Connect like you always do…” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly before going to the doors, unlocking them and pushing it open.

Vinny smiled up at him warmly, “Okay, I can do that.” she said as the door opened and people drifted in smiling and laughing.

Christopher didn’t even have to say a thing, his eyes just lifted from the coffee in his hands to the two in front of him before Justin was opening his mouth to complain. He knew it was a complaint coming his way, the expression on the younger gargoyle’s face gave away his intentions immediately. Ryan, however, headed him off at the pass as he laid his hand heavily on Justin’s shoulder, while not looking away from their commander seated on the bed. Christopher let out a grief weary sigh as he took a sip of his coffee, waiting for what Ryan had to say in Justin’s stead. He had a feeling he knew what it was, and he knew what he was going to say, but he wanted to hear it first.

Ryan focused on Christopher, Chris, however he wanted to be referred, he had a feeling it would still be Christopher for anyone but that little mortal downstairs for the time being. “Now, we both heard that you enjoyed your goodies at the café, and would like the same opportunity to visit the bar. Obviously, if interacting with the mortals is safe enough for you, it should be for us, should it not?” Which was far calmer than he knew Justin was going to come out with.

He had planned to agree, but of course, Ryan would be the reasonable one. “Considering Ryan had his night off last night, he will be the one patrolling with me, Justin you may go down now, but for the love of the angels, mortal clothes. Ryan, if patrol is uneventful, and we have time, we can join him.” The glee on Justin’s face as he rushed off to get changed while Ryan nodded, he’d expected as much. At least Justin was going to stop complaining constantly about whether he got to go down to spend time in the bar.

Ricky smiled as he watched Vinny socialize. She was relaxing and melting peacefully into making everyone feel welcome. He loved watching her work her magic. She was stunning and magical and… he loved her very much. Now, he worked down the line keeping drinks full before seeing a new face sitting down and walked over with a smile.

When the man looked up, he could have sworn he forgot how to breathe… how could he not? Those eyes… that facial structure… his heart pounded hard, and he smiled, walking over. “What can I get for you tonight…? My name is Ricky.”

Justin didn’t waste a second, once he had changed out of his ancient uniform and into the modern clothes they’d stolen, he left. Not even waiting for the other pair to leave out of the balcony before he made the annoying trek around the outside of the building to the front of the bar. Otherwise, he’d have just walked right down from the inside of the Church, but they’d have noticed.

His eyes swept over the people, everything in the bar, it was all so amazing, and then he saw him. Smiling a little as he approached the bar. Ricky. “Pleasure, I’m Justin, ah, I don’t actually know the drink's name. It’s green, minty, with ice-cream, I love it, my favorite.”

“Well… you came to the right place. It’s called a grasshopper, and they’re my favorite to make.” he commented and moved to make it, mixing in the alcohol and mixed in the ice cream. Finally, Ricky placed it before him with warm soft eyes, “I hope you like it, Justin. I… would love to chat more once it’s less… busy… if you’re interested… maybe we can talk after close?” he asked warmly, playfully.

Justin’s eyes danced over Ricky as he worked behind the bar making the drink. He should have guessed it was one of his favorites to make, he made it for him enough. It was delicious, and frankly perfect for Justin’s sweet tooth, how could he resist? Once Ricky set the drink before him, Justin sipped at the straw in the glass as he listened to him, a shudder running down his spine at the invitation of talking… after close. Thinking of the other man, he’d spent time with, after close. Christopher would have his ass if he agreed to spend the night with him, he was a mortal, he was human, but maybe he only wanted to talk for now. Maybe… oh who was he fooling… even if he didn’t… Swallowing, Justin couldn’t help but smile towards him, “I’d be delighted.”

Ricky gave him a warm, seductive smile, “I’ll see you soon, baby. If you need another… just let me know, babyboy.” he purred, slipping off as Vinny came back with dirty dishes and did her best to help a tiny bit.

He blinked a little at that, baby, he, he just called him, oh, oh, okay. Nodding a little before Ricky slipped away and Justin looked back to Vinny. Sipping at his drink as he did, seeing Vinny, however, reminded him about how Christopher had come back to them last dawn. His attention drawn to the platform, the flowers, the bouquet, bright, beautiful.

While he wondered if any of the other platforms for their fallen unit were around the church now, somehow, hers had pride of place. Speaking so low, not to disturb the mortals, not that it would matter, the gibberish Enochian would mean nothing to them anyway. “He misses you, Chenza, always will. Though, She is interesting, reminds me of you, I think you’d like her.” He sighed, drinking some more of his drink, the grasshopper quickly disappearing, it's not like the booze affected him quite the way it did the mortals anyway.

Vinny walked over and smiled at Justin offering a sweet smile as she ran some beers out and Ricky purred softly walking over to replace Justin's drink once he had it mostly finished. His eyes looked him over fondly… possessive and starving… that expression was one of pure desire. It was far more intense than the night before.

Justin wasn’t new to the world of carnal desire, he’d been around for a very long time, and had his own fair share of lovers in his time, both within his unit, and out. None that had become quite as passionate that he would call them his mate, however. That wasn’t to say he didn’t know what the look in Ricky’s eyes seemed like, the man seemed to want to eat him alive, and oh, Justin knew he shouldn’t want to let him try. By the angels, he was hard-pressed to remember at that moment why he shouldn’t want to reach over this bar and- fuck.. Right.. Christopher was back. That was why. He’d throttle him.

Still wanted him to try, though.

Ricky did eventually walk a drink out, and he touched Justin’s shoulder as he passed a sensation of electricity jolted through him, and he trembled with a soft moan for a split second, before focusing on the bar.

Patrolling had been quieter tonight, and for that he was thankful after how drained he felt from the emotional morning. He was going to have to be careful. That kind of emotional toll could be damaging, it was why he didn’t let himself go that far usually, he needed to keep himself in check. He was the commander, he was the one that had to always be in control. If they couldn’t look to him, what was the point of him? Now, in his haste to even get the barest of moments to at least say goodnight to Vinny before she headed upstairs, he headed into the bar still wearing his patrol gear. Just hoping he didn’t stand out too much, Christopher glanced around, Ryan just behind him.

She was just twirling to set more dishes down when she saw Chris and rushed over, fussing gently over him. “Are you okay? I was worried this morning- you can use the main entrance and exit… I found the box-” she babbled to him, concern overflowing from her.

When Christopher saw her, an ease washed over him that both made him feel pure relief that she was still here, and he hadn’t missed her for the night, and guilt… guilt that it was an issue at all. That he felt this strongly for another when he’d already pledged his heart once, what right did he have for another. Yes, he loved, he loved more than one person, he had many lovers, but his mate was the one he came back to, time and again, and she was gone. He did not deserve to feel this again… and yet… this effect… he missed how good it felt, the wonder, the purity, the bliss.

Swallowing though, as she started talking, she was… concerned, about him? A mortal, concerned, about him? Glancing back to Ryan who slipped past him with a shrug to the bar, and Justin who just looked towards him with a raised eyebrow before Christopher was settled back to Vinny. “The box?” What box did she mean, what, box- oh! The cookie box, in, in the rectory! He’d put it by his bed before they all turned to stone this morning… She must have assumed he left he there before he’d gone, gone to go, where ever he must disappear to all day. “I- I can explain.”

No. No he couldn’t. She thought they were homeless. What was he supposed to tell her?

“You don't have to explain anything. It's okay, Chris. Just… I'm here and whatever I can do… I want to do for you.” She whispered lovingly, “so you… come and see me in the morning, and I’ll give you a coffee and some treats. No questions asked. And I’ll be here… anytime you want or need to talk… okay?” her sincerity was so steadfast in her heart It was impossible to ignore.

Her eyes were soft as she gently held his hands, “Chris…please let me support you at least a little bit where I can, even if it's just coffee and treats.”

Looking down at their hands as she took his, Christopher held his breath as he felt her soft touch to his skin outside of stone for the first time, swallowing, his eyes lifted to meet Vinny’s. There was pain, but hope swirling in the depths, Vinny gave him hope even if he felt like he didn’t deserve it from her. She was, she deserved so much better than a monster that couldn’t grow old with her. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, he knew he should, he knew it wasn’t right. Not just because she deserved someone mortal, someone human, but also because, so much, he kept thinking of Chenza, and she deserved so much better than that.

Taking in a breath, as his fingers squeezed her hands ever so gently, “Thank you, Vinny.”

She beamed, smiling back up at him with a gentle look. “I loved seeing you in this morning. And I love knowing I can help make your day a bit brighter. Come on…” she whispered, taking him to the bar and mixed up… a smoothie. A smoothie with vegan yogurt and fruit, putting it into a fancy cup and making one for her self, she walked back and took him to the confessional that had been altered to be a private booth. “...talk to me…?”

Ricky smiled and walked over when Ryan sat down, “What can I get you?” he asked warmly, a small spark of attraction but nothing like that which pulled him towards Justin.

Ryan smiled towards Ricky, he knew Justin had a thing for him, damn, he had good taste, he’d give him that. Looking the guy over a little, “Whiskey, neat. Thanks.”

“Sounds good. I’ll get that for you, any particular one you like most?”

Oh, so he was going to give him options, well, this was interesting. Ryan smirked just a little as he raised an eyebrow as he considered what he knew about whiskey. He probably knew a bit more about it than the other pair, probably knew a bit more about a few things, both of them kept their head in the ground. Christopher so focused on the edicts and their work, and Justin, a good soldier. “How about, Braeval, single malt of course, 50 years at least. Preferably.”

Ricky smirked, “No problem. Let me grab it.” he said warmly heading to the back and was gone for a moment before he returned holding a bottle, “This suffice?” he asked playfully, letting him inspect the bottle, grabbing a shining glass and set it down to open the bottle pouring it in, the color warm as he closed the bottle and pushed the glass to him taking the bottle to the back again before returning looking at him fondly, “Good?”

The little shit, he did not have a fifty-year-old bottle of Braeval single malt whiskey just stashed away like it was nothing… No problem, he said, no problem. Next thing he knew, Ricky was back, and handing him the bottle and Ryan, sceptical, glanced down at the glass cylinder in his hand, and fuck, yes, there it was. Well, at least it appeared to be, a taste tell would tell for sure though. Ryan would know, he knew what it should taste like. He wasn’t just throwing out the brand for nothing. He’d been around long enough, he knew what to expect.

As Ricky poured his drink, sliding it in front of him, the gargoyle met his eyes, it was almost a challenge at this point, despite the fond look. He smiled softly as he picked up the glass, holding it slightly under his nose, well, it had the right scent, oh, the perfume… It was like he could smell the pure earth in the very aroma of the liquid, the barley it was made from, the grain, and it washed over him, so rich, it was perfect. Now to taste. Lifting it to his lips, he took a sip of the amber liquid, his eyes on Ricky as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, so mesmerising, oh, yes. Yes, there it was. The fruity, yet spicy smokiness with just a hint of pineapple, and then that tiniest hint of bitterness that lingered on the back of his tongue balanced it all out and was so very refreshing. “Well, I guess you do know what, you do know what you are talking about. How much handsome?”

He smiled softly, “mmm… well the bottle’s a pretty penny… I guess I can do either thirty dollars… or three kisses.” he teased openly, wondering if he would upset Justin with the flirt. “I think it's very reasonable.” he admitted, offering him some bar snacks.

Ryan didn’t much mind the snacks, picking up one of the crackers and placing it on his tongue to flick into his mouth thoughtfully, money, or kisses. “Ten dollars in exchange for a kiss, I never imagined my kisses would be that valuable, I should absolutely monopolize on that. Here? Or should we take this somewhere more isolated?” Smirking a little, time would tell if Justin was going to kill him for this.

“Kisses are a very import component to finding out if you’re compatible… get good enough at it, you’re compatible with everyone…” he teased, He looked at Justin, “Justin needs to pay me once everyone else is gone… well if he wants.” he commented looking back to Ryan. “My name is Ricky… I didn’t quite catch yours.”

The gargoyle smirked, glancing over to Justin, a thought in his head when Ricky mentioned that Justin still needed to pay him for his drink… once everyone else is gone. Oh, so that was how it was going to be for him tonight. He was the one, good for him. Ryan knew just how to get him what he wanted, too. Glancing back to Ricky, glass in hand as he stood from his stool at the back, “Ryan, my names Ryan, excuse me for a second.” Carrying his glass with him, he walked along the bar right towards the other gargoyle, leaning closer to Justin. Ryan lovingly ran his fingers through the other man’s brown hair with a smile before he leaned in and whispered softly in his ear. He knew just how to make sure Justin had a tab that would make sure Ricky would let him have anything he wanted tonight. Or more to the point, Justin would have to give Ricky anything he wanted. Ryan knew Justin’s quirks, and Justin wasn’t the one to demand anything. With his fingers curled around the back of the giant gargoyle’s neck, as he stood over him, thankfully taller for once with Justin sitting, he pecked him on the lips with a smile before he let him go.

Looking up and over to Ricky as he took another sip of his glass, “I think I’m ready to pay my tab, if you are? Handsome.”

Ricky smirked and moved from behind the bar and nodded, “Absolutely. Please do-” he whispered licking his lips, “I would love it if you did.” he purred warmly, watching him and Justin, feeling heat in his stomach. “You can order more whisky if you want, I wouldn’t mind two payments…” he suggested playfully.

Running his hand over the back of Justin’s shoulders, the other gargoyle not moving as Justin looked from Ryan and then over at Ricky. Justin was too submissive.. Ryan, however, hadn’t had a submissive bone in his body since… he smirked a little towards Ricky. “I might have a bit of back pay to catch up on though, don’t you think, all those lovely drinks you’ve brought up to the rectory for us? I’d hate not to pay my dues.” Surely Vinny would tell him, or had already told him her suspicions about Christopher, he would have made the connection sooner or later with the fact he’d come in, dressed similar to the other man. Ricky wasn’t an idiot.

The bar owner’s eyes widened and he smiled, stepping closer. “Well, if you both wanna pay me back whenever… just let me know. You know where to find me.” he purred, “Granted, the drinks are for the gargoyles. All I ask is that the gargoyles stay safe. They mean the world to me…” he admitted softly, noting similarities to Trust in Ryan.

“I’m guessing you like Trust’s drinks… and… Loyalty…?” he asked, glancing at Justin. “Well… I hope you guys come out to see us more frequently…” he said firmly.

Smirking at the way the other man stepped closer to him, Ryan would be happy to pay him back any time. Tonight, however, he would not dare distract him too long from Justin, now knowing that Justin was going to pay his tab, as it were, after close. “Oh don’t worry, Ricky, we wouldn’t dream of harming your friends, they’re quite charming to have around, a bit bestial, but, charming.”

He’d be worried they guessed so easy, but their tastes in drinks gave them away with the requests from the notes, he supposed. Especially considering he’d already spied what Justin was drinking, and Ryan hadn’t been shy with his choice.

Justin smiled a little as Ricky looked at him, his eyes rising to meet Ricky’s at the question, Loyalty, just asking that, and a shiver ran down his spine he kept so still not to show. “I, we-” Thankfully, Ryan saved him. “We’ll come when we can. We have work too, I’m sure you understand, unfortunately ours is a little less predictable.” Thankfully, Ryan had a feeling being thought to be homeless helped them there.

Ricky nodded, “good. I'm bringing leftovers tomorrow for dinner. We had pan grilled steak. Of course, Vinny insists on doing a tofu steak for Responsibility.” He explained and looked at Ryan. “So payment… be as handsy as you like-” he encouraged with a dark purr.

“Hmmm where to?.. Because I don’t think Justin should get a sneak peek in just what to expect on his bar tab… Do you?” Ryan smirked towards his unit brethren with a wink.

Ricky looked over at Justin before smirking, “I think you're right… we can go to the basic store room.” He offered, leading the way to the secluded spot and shut the door behind them, gently running his hands over Ryan gently.

He chuckled at the pout they both earned from the usually towering gargoyle sitting at the bar with his drink. Justin could wait until he could have Ricky all to himself later, Ryan was sure he’d be more than happy then. Right now, when the door closed, and Ricky’s hands ran over him, oh he was so gentle, cute. Ryan didn’t forget the way he’d roughly scrubbed that cock. Not that Ricky knew what he was doing at the time. Still, he said he could get handsy, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around his slim hips to cup his ass, pulling him against him, kissing him hungrily. Moaning into the kiss, fuck. It had been a good long while since he’d been involved with anyone but Justin, or Christopher. And the last person before that, well, he didn’t much want to think about them. Pain still racked his body from what they’d done to him.

The bartender moaned into the kiss, holding onto him as he held on, grinding into him some eagerly, chest to chest with cheeks burning. His tongue slipped into Ryan's mouth, shivering as he battled his tongue for dominance.

Three kisses, that was the price of his drink, but admittedly Ryan didn’t care in the least about how many kisses were about to take place right that moment as he was kissing the other man. The way his body pressed to his, the way his hips ground into him, it had Ryan lifting Ricky’s ass just a little. Pressing his back against the door of the store room as he growled just a little at the press of Ricky’s tongue into his mouth. Oh, oh, he wanted to play, pushing to dominate him.. Ryan had heard how he was last night, and he smirked against Ricky’s lips, his tongue swiping a little along his lip before his teeth nipped slightly. He shifted and rolled his hips against the other man a bit harder.

Ricky groaned softly, legs spread as his eyes fluttered, deciding to give Ryan the control, it seemed It was needed by the other. He could top Justin later- he definitely could. He groaned, grinding into him some more, shivering in delight.

The way they were positioned, it wasn’t enough, Ryan all too easily lifted Ricky up, his thighs to bracket his hips so his clothed cock could grind against him better. It wasn’t that Ricky was so much all that shorter than him, but he was lithe compared to the gargoyles muscular frame. His tongue pressing past Ricky’s lips this time as his delved into his mouth with a groan, taking over the kiss himself. The taste of the expensive whiskey between them.

He groaned into his mouth hungrily, hips grinding over his clothed cock, savoring the sensation. “Fuck…fuck me….” He gasped softly pressing his forehead to Ryan's as he gasped for air trembling some.

Shit, oh he’d love to fuck him, Ryan would enjoy it, fucking him, right here, against the door, and leave him still dripping with cum for Justin to find later tonight. That would teach him for all the jibes about cock sizes when it came to Ricky being a size king about his cock over Ryan’s. Sadly, he knew Ricky did have to get back to the bar, and Ryan, well, he liked to make sure his partner orgasmed, and he didn’t know Ricky’s body well enough for a quickie… yet. So a different means to get back at Justin, shall we? His lips trailed down the side of Ricky’s neck. While he was marked up with human style tattoos, he knew Justin wasn’t going to miss the bruise that Ryan’s mouth was sucking into the other man’s naturally pale skin with a groan.

He moaned deeply, holding onto Ryan with shaky legs, “Ryan-” he moaned breathlessly, fingers firm against his shoulders. “Daddy-” he groaned, using the name he used for himself for Ryan. It was odd to hear being directed at someone else… but this… oh this was good.

A large hand raised to grasp firmly, but not enough to be painful and bruise, at Ricky’s jaw, turning his head just a little as Ryan worked at his neck. His lips sucking, teeth scraping as he nipped at his flesh to pink it up raw. His tongue swirling as his sucked and groaned against the warmth of his pulse, sucking until he knew he was going to leave a lasting mark. Maybe most wouldn’t notice with the ink, but Justin wouldn’t be able to ignore it, Ryan just knew, he knew.

Lifting his head, bringing his lips back to Ricky’s, moaning as his hips jerked against his, “That's it, Babe, go on.” rolling his hips as he kissed him again, he’d left his mark, that was what he wanted. Feeling Ricky all breathless and clinging to him, wrapped around him like this, was just icing on the cake.

The bar owner mewled and spread his legs more, “fuck- Please- please-” he breathed out desperately and was about to beg hungrily for more. For him to fuck him- he was kissing him again.

Oh, Ricky was such a wanton thing wasn’t he, and he’d been so dominant last night, Ryan was enjoying this. Made him wonder just how pretty he could make him beg if he had longer. “Fuck, Ricky, you sound so good begging for me.” But it wasn’t to be, the door behind the mortal shook a little with the thump of a fist on the other side. Ryan knew immediately who it was.

Justin had been waiting for them to come back, how long did three kisses take anyway? Ricky had people waiting for him at the bar, if he knew how to make any of the drinks they wanted, maybe, maybe, he’d have tried to help out. Of course, if he helped, it would be just giving Ryan more chance to, by the angels- they smelled like- he grumbled under his breath as he knocked heavily on the door again, making sure they’d stop. “There are people waiting at the bar, Ricky, they’re getting impatient, you should probably come serve them. I don’t want you to lose business. I’d help, but I’ve never made drinks before.”

The gargoyle grumbled all the way back to his stool at the bar, about assholes making mortals smell like sex and lust- so stupid- and that was just- argh. Dammit Ryan.

Ricky blinked and let his head fall back, whining softly as he let got adjusting himself again. “Fuck… okay… I’ll be right out-” he called, fixing his hair and clothes, licking his lips. “Fuck-” he uttered, “later… Tomorrow, maybe we can… keep going.”

Then he headed out to the floor mixing drinks and making them quickly, apologizing for the wait. In his pants, his clit was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to go take care of the problem.

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