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“Ah yes, his reputation,” Elio agreed with a hint of amusement. He knew it was important to maintain— at least around the vampires. “It serves a purpose, although I’m glad to find someone else he’d shared another side of himself with,” the ifrit admitted with a smirk. “I don��t think he enjoys when I call out his redeeming qualities either, but he’s a bit of a softy under his dramatic and moody exterior,” Elio joked.

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A genuine smile founds its way to Elio’s lips, wishing he’d known sooner about his lover’s connection to the slave. “I do… And how exactly do you think others perceive him in comparison to how you do, hm?” He paused a moment, smirking as he added, “Surely you didn’t think I’d be curious with a statement like yours.”

That Matthew and Elio knew each other shouldn’t be surprising, probably, since Aleixo was sure the bank handled at least some of the castle’s finances.  So he didn’t ask about it, simply gave an almost embarrassed little laugh.  “I don’t know if Matthew would appreciate me saying how I view him.  It could sully his reputation.”  Aleixo joked lightly, the fingers of one hand fiddling with one of his shirt sleeves.  “But I think he’s really rather nice.  I always enjoyed his company when I was the butler here.”

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aleixopallis​:

“I am, yes, we’ve been friends since I started working here.”  A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth and Aleixo chuckled quietly.  “Sometimes I think I have a much different opinion of him compared to what other people think.”  Personally, the phoenix had always thought that Matthew was sweet in his own way, not that he thought the man would find that a compliment.  “You know him?”

A genuine smile founds its way to Elio’s lips, wishing he’d known sooner about his lover’s connection to the slave. “I do... And how exactly do you think others perceive him in comparison to how you do, hm?” He paused a moment, smirking as he added, “Surely you didn’t think I’d be curious with a statement like yours.”

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ofembxrs​:`

The last thing he really wanted was his parents to come out of their way to a place like this. It would not end well for them, and he feared they would get hurt in any attempt to see him. It was best they didn’t know of his current fate, of where he was, and maybe one day he’ll reach out to them. “That’s a relief.” He said with a sigh, hand coming over his heart as he relaxed a bit. “Well enough, I suppose, haven’t had too much trouble come my way.” Not that he was willing to be open about the bad run in he’d had. “And you?”

Elio’s nodded, eyeing the young phoenix with a scrutinizing eye. He wasn’t quite sure he believed Ember, but knew even if the man had been lucky this far, it would inevitably run out. “And me, what? I’m not the one in chains,” he responded, gesturing to the collar around Ember’s neck. “Sure, I’m forced to work with their kind, but the chains they have around me aren’t nearly what they wish.” The ifrit was stubborn despite his age, and only tiptoed around the vampires for the sake of the village. “If you’ve been lucky enough to avoid anything too traumatizing thus far, consider yourself lucky.. And do your best to keep it that way. I can think of more than a handful of masters whom would delight in plucking the feathers of a phoenix simply to pass a slow evening... That  might be regarded as tame if anything. An act of mercy in half their minds.”

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heat week | elio & matthew

Matthew could not help the slight jut of his lips at Elio’s words. It looked like the ifrit was not going to be distracted so easily, but he could deal with that conversation later. He was much too pre-occupied with watching his lover fall back into his office chair like he owned this office and this part of Matthew’s life as well. And in a way, he did. It probably did not come to Elio’s mind that Matthew would be more than happy to give himself over to him completely. All he needed to do was ask. 

The shadows snaked up the legs of the chair to curl around the ifrit’s ankles then up further around his thighs, holding Elio’s legs down while still giving him enough leeway to tug slightly at those restraints should be need to. More tendrils coiled themselves loosely around Elio’s wrists as Matthew settled himself in the other man’s lap, knees on either side of those hips as their arousals slid against each other’s. 

“Of course. Much appreciated…” His arms looped themselves around the back of Elio’s neck as he leaned in to breathe hot breath against those lips. “How long do you think you’ll last before you beg me to release you, amore?” 

An impatient, playful growl-- soft enough to be mistaken for a purr, snakes its way out of the ifrit’s throat. He gently tugged on the other’s restraints, the feeling relatively foreign.  Had it been anyone else, Elio would have instinctively shifted into his ifrit form and taken the restraints as a threat. With Matthew however, he couldn’t help but indulge the other in a bit of foreplay. “I’m a patient man,” he suggested. He leaned forward, looking to capture Matthew’s lips in a kiss as he added,“I think you just enjoy testing that trait from time to time...” 

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flirtatious | elio & matthew

While they have been exclusive for awhile now, Matthew still could not get over some of the things Elio would say. It was not the first time he had heard such things directed at him from others, but he never put much stock in such fleeting words from others until Elio. He pressed his much softer form against the ifrit’s and grinned. “Hmm… As I recall, I even had to pay you for our first kiss,” he teased. “Fancy making more money from me today?” 

“Is that necessary? If anything, I should be the one paying you for your time and attention,” Elio corrected as he wrapped an arm around Matthew’s midsection. “Did you want to repeat our dinner date from last year? Or perhaps you’d like to simply skip to dessert?”

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hell-fyres​:

“Back then…? Where are we at in our relationship where you come from?” Matthew asked, a smile playing on his lips. Ever since he had gotten with the ifrit, Matthew had tried being as good as possible for fear of losing what he once considered the best thing in his life. And if that meant compromising with Elio’s desires, then he had learned how to adapt and grow from it.

“I could put you in your place too,” he added, a teasing lilt to his voice even as he took the time to think of Wicek and what Elio was telling him as well. “But you’re right. He hasn’t in a long while and he wouldn’t…” Admitting that out loud had Matthew thinking back on the last few decades he had spent with the necromancer and his smile turned into something more soft – a smile he used to only wear for Elio. 

“You sound so doubtful... Perhaps you don’t... didn’t realize just how deep my fondness for you went, Matthew,” Elio suggested, half joking half serious. He moved one of Matthew’s hands, gently grasping it and bringing it to lay flat against his chest. “You could always put me in my place, because I was quite fine with that place being with you. And the same likely can be said for Wicek.”

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ofembxrs​:

Ember shook his head, in all honesty he wasn’t sure the state of his parents as he had not seen them in years. “No, haven’t spoke with them in a long time.” He would not want them to know where their son had ended up. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to have them worrying over him anyways. “I’d rather they didn’t know.”

The ifrit’s frown deepened, torn between finding a way to reach out to Ember’s relatives and letting things be. It wasn’t as if they could change his fate, and he feared notifying them may only encourage actions that would lead to a similar fate for them as well. “I have no intention of alerting them,” he agreed. “At least not now. How are you fairing?”

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aleixopallis​:

“We may have to disagree there, I’m afraid.”  Aleixo’s smile was a little sad, though he was hoping Elio wouldn’t want to know about what had happened.  The less he talked about it, the more he’d be able to handle the situation.  “I do appreciate that you’d do something like that for me, though.”  He paused and nodded after a second, worrying at his bottom lip.  “I have a few friends among the staff who might be willing to help.  Though I haven’t seen much of them or Matthew.”  Maybe because he did his best to hide in the Undercroft.

“Matthew?” Elio quirked an eyebrow, lips curling into a faint smile. “So you’re friends with Mr. Alexander then?” He hardly knew much of the fallen angel’s ties within the castle, but finding more among the slaves who regarded him as a friend was something that often warmed the ifrit’s heart. 

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goodbye | elio & matthew

“How selfish of you to ask this of me… This is not your war to fight either, Elio…” Matthew gritted out, one hand reaching out to close around Elio’s wrist as if holding on would prevent him from running off again. “I know you’re not meant to be here because you died. Years ago. And yet here we are. Fate seems to have given us… or me this time with you. You’d be crazy to think I’ll let you go just like that.”

Elio sighed, making the mistake of meeting Matthew’s gaze and feeling himself filled with a mixture of guilt and affection. He longed to help others-- but also to help Matthew. “Fine. I’ll stay the night.. But tomorrow we work on relocating you and Wicek.. At least until the dust settles,” he relented, pulling Matthew into an embrace. 

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the talk | elio, wicek & matthew

wicek-leskov​:

Wicek had spent the days following that kiss just locked away in the suite, trying to ignore the flurry of thoughts and feelings he didn’t need another spell to make things worse. Plus he knew Matthew would not return, not when it would mean talking about what was going on. Neither of them were good at this. Wicek thought he had been better at it when he was a vampire still but as a witch, his desire for honesty had faded. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he could handle the emotions that would come with the truth.

When he finally did venture out, he had been hit with a spell that shrunk him two feet, giving him a new perspective on the world from this height. Just another thing to make him hate everything that was going on. Given that he had not seen either man since the incident so he was surprised when he received a message to meet Elio and his master at the bank. It felt like getting called into the principal’s office and Wicek took his time getting there, planning on using his shorter legs as an excuse.

Stepping inside the bank, a stern looking woman gave him a curious look before pointing him towards Elio’s door. He had been in his office once or twice before when he was still a vampire so he knew where to go. Stopping by the door, he knocked, waiting for a few moments before stepping inside. The sight was quite ridiculous between a tiny ifrit and a furry fallen angel. He knew he just added to the ridiculousness with his small stature and he chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat, not wanting to draw attention to how stupid they all must look.

“You asked for me to come here?” he asked, looking to the pixie sized Elio.

Matthew saw the tiny version of his lover as Elio stepped out from behind his computer screen and he had his decades of keeping his own reactions in check to thank for the way he managed to keep a mostly straight face. His feline ears, on the other hand, had perked up in clear interest and he nodded to Elio’s question, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet.

Elio looked positively adorable. But Matthew had a feeling that it was not the time for any fawning over the ifrit’s stature. His hand balled into a fist just as the door opened and Wicek entered. The necromancer was about four feet high and Matthew’s fist clenched even harder as he tried to contain himself.

He quickly turned and took a seat at Elio’s desk and looked away from them both in an attempt at hide his mirth as his feline tail swished back and forth.

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“Shut the door and then take a seat,” Elio instructed, motioning to the chairs before his desk where Matthew already sat. “I can see we’re all still putting up with the effects of the week,” he added, deciding to address the elephant in the room. “I presume appearances are the only thing impacted?“ He gave a moment’s pause before continuing. “If so, I think it’s high time we address what happened a few weeks ago…. And what will inevitably happen.”

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perfectly insane | elio, wicek & matthew​

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Elio deepened the kiss without thought, hardly noticing when Matthew joined them shortly after. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise at Matthew’s words, feeling a mixture of guilt for kissing Wicek— and possessiveness seeing Matthew slip into his spot and  do just the same. He couldn’t explain what drove his actions. Still, the urge had yet to dissipate. 

“I wasn’t aware this was a party,” he grumbled softly, giving Matthew a moment with Wicek as he moved to sandwich Matthew between their bodies before seeking out another moment with Wicek himself.

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@wicek-leskov​

It was barely a kiss until Elio was deepening it. Wicek felt all thoughts leave his kind as he leaned into it, his hands resting against the ifrit’s chest. While he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t seem to stop himself until he heard his master’s voice. The necromancer looked wide eyed between the pair, knowing he should apologise. Matthew wasn’t his, he knew this from the glimpse of the future that Elio was who his master loved. 

Before he could question it, Matthew had pushed his way forward to kiss him as well. After longing for it for months, he felt complete now they had shared this kiss. While he was acutely aware that Elio was still there and the hand on Matthew’s waist slipped to Elio as they shared another kiss. He didn’t know how he ended up in the middle of this but the urge to kiss them more still lingered so Wicek would not fight it. 

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The feeling of kissing Wicek again after so long was indescribable and Matthew moaned into it. Ever since those memories of a certain future entered his mind, there had been a strange mix of emotions jumbled up inside him over what Wicek meant to him in that time, as well as how Elio had urged him to be happy with him. The same Elio who was currently pressed up behind him and leaning over his shoulder to kiss Wicek again.

Seeing the two men being so intimate had him biting down on his lower lip to stifle a needy moan. He wanted to urge them on, but the spell that had been cast over him wanted more of Wicek as well. “So we’re all okay with this?” Matthew managed to ask because someone had to. It seemed rhetorical given how he and Elio were both trying to devour the necromancer’s face, but it did not mean that he did not remember what he promised his lover.

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Elio finished up typing when he heard his office door open, the act difficult considering his current stature. He was the size of a pixie— small enough to fit in one’s palm thanks to magic. Staying in his ifrit form had become essential to any dignity, clothing not fitting and the horns giving him an extra few inches at very least.

He walked off his keypad, form appearing visible to Matthew’s finally. The ifrit halted as if his own form wasn’t startling, shocked when he saw Matthew. His eyes widened for a moment before he composed himself. Had he not been at odds with Matthew, he would have been sorely tempted to comment. The feline like features were adorable, even if he had no doubt the spell perturbed his love.

“Wicek is on his way, I presume…?“ he hoped, at least. Otherwise the conversation certainly wouldn’t go as he hoped. His voice was slightly higher pitched as he spoke- just barely, but noticeable due to his size.

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the talk | elio, wicek & matthew​

The more time passed the more Matthew found that he was hating this week. This feeling had been growing ever since that incident with Elio and Wicek where his greed had him pushing his lover’s boundaries a little too much. Elio had not spoken to him since and Matthew hated the feeling that had been building in his chest. He had been met with a ward that repelled him when he tried returning to Elio’s home after the spell wore off. The fact that the ifrit decided to set it up again had hurt more than he cared to admit.

Matthew decided to give Elio another day to come to his senses after that, but when the ward was not taken down, he started fretting. Each time he tried to meet with the ifrit elsewhere was also met with his frustrating secretary who refused to pencil him in. As if Matthew needed to schedule a meeting with his lover. It both frustrated and saddened him and Matthew really did not need either of those emotions piled onto his plate.

The day he was hit with a spell that rendered him cat-like was the day Elio finally reached out with a message telling him to request a meeting if he wished and to bring Wicek along. Matthew could only frown at the messenger, his feline ears flicking in annoyance before he waved him away and sent Wicek a message to meet him and Elio at the bank in the village at a stipulated time.

He was the first to arrive since he was already staying at his own place in the village these last few days, preferring to give Wicek some space as well. No, he was not avoiding the man. Or was he? That secretary saw him and let him into the office, eyes darting to the cat ears and tail Matthew was sporting but saying nothing of it in the face of the fallen angel’s withering glare. He entered the office  and shut the door behind him, but the office was empty.

“Elio?” he called out, a furrow appearing between his brows as he looked around. That secretary said he was in here…

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ofembxrs​:

He found himself unable to sit still for very long thus he began wandering in an attempt to distract himself from what was going on inside him. He felt overly powerful to the point where one misstep and he could blow, while on the other hand his senses were wound up in a whole other direction. He wasn’t paying enough attention to where he was going when he hear someone speak. At first he wasn’t sure it was to him but then a very tall shadow came over him. “Uh–” He wasn’t sure what to say for a moment as he stared up at him. “Not here on any sort of vacation.” He said in an attempt to be funny. “A month or so. Could only have hid for so long before they caught up to me and sent me to a place like this.” 

Elio’s eyes narrowed, unamused by the joke. “Didn’t think that-- are you parent’s aware of what’s happened to you?” He could only hope they’d send someone after him-- find a way to settle it. The fact Ember mentioned hiding however had him concerned.

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aleixopallis​:

It was certainly a surprise to see Elio down in the Undercroft, especially since it seemed his former boss had been looking for him.  A touching gesture, though, and it drew the faintest of smiles from the phoenix.  Along with it came some level of guilt, which was silly since he knew that the bank would continue to run just fine without him.  “It seems I messed things up a bit.”  He shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it and then hummed softly.  “I’m afraid not.  Unless the next master who claims me is also fine with me working.”  He was going for a bit of a joking tone, though it was true – there were many masters who just preferred to have their slaves around the castle waiting for them all day.

“I hardly think it’s your fault,” Elio commented, not knowing Aleixo’s circumstances but always of the opinion anyone enslaved hardly could have any real say in their circumstances. “If this castle reconsidered their damn rules I’d claim you and reinstate your role.. Sadly I can only rent one of you for any reprieve for a month’s time at best. Perhaps you have some friends among the staff who could get you out of here for a longer period?”

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Elio glanced up, glaring as the world became huge. Instinctively he shifted into his ifrit form, feeling vulnerable at such a small size. "This isn't amusing. Undo this now," he insisted, looking around for the source of the spell.

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flirtatious | elio & matthew

Matthew turned when he was addressed by that familiar voice and his currently female face broke into a smile. He remembered when this happened last year when he had struck the ifrit with a spell for his own entertainment and there was something about them being in a similar situation now that was very pleasing. 

“Are you referring to this, amore?” he asked as he ran an elegant hand down his female form. “I thought you preferred angles to curves…” Matthew finished with a grin and reached his other hand out to tug his lover close, unaware of any spell that might have hit Elio before this.

“I prefer you, Matthew,” Elio corrected as he reached for the other’s rather feminine form as the fallen angel reached for him as well. “But yes... Otherwise that’s quite true. I suppose you’ve become... the exception to the rule.” he tucked a stray piece of hair behind Matthew’s ear, adding, “How I ever resisted you last year is beyond me.”

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