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 scrcerer:

     “I wouldn’t say kidnapped, so much as saved your life, so yes, you absolutely are obligated. Not only that, you’re in my house.” Solomon laughed, sitting down on the arm of the couch.

     “If you hate my company so much, though, I’d be all too willing to kick you out,” the demon joked, gaze shifting toward the black cat that was stalking back out of the shadows.

     Death hopped up on a chair nearby, eyeing up Solomon and Meko. “Oh, look,” Solomon began, voice dripping with fake cheer, “there’s breakfast!”

     The cat hissed at him, sending Solomon a glare that would kill any mortal. 

     “Anyway, I know you said you had a younger brother to get back to, did you not?”

     Meko grinned as Solomon went on his little speal. “I wouldn’t necessarily say I hate your company. You do seem like quite the character, and you’re fairly attractive to boot. Do you think I offer to suck just anyone’s dick?”

      He stretched, doing his best to keep the rag on his face, just in case he was still bleeding. When he saw the cat jump on the chair, he had to resist baby-talking it. There was a very special place in his heart for cats.

     When Solomon asked Meko about his brother, he perked up a little bit. “Oh, Jaxxy? I do indeed need to get back to him. He’ll give me the scolding of a lifetime for staying at a stranger’s all night. He’ll be relieved when he learns we didn’t fuck or anything, though.”

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     “It’s a habit. I sleep up here.”

     Solomon hopped down from the gaudy chandelier, accompanied by the sound of hanging glass crystals jingling together like a badly-tuned wind chime. He landed on his feet, still wearing the heels from the night before, and wandered over to a pile of what looked like rags. The demon hunted through them for a moment, before pulling one out from the bottom and, in a leisurely fashion, headed back Meko’s way.

     “Here. This ought’a do.” Solomon tossed the rag into Meko’s lap. It was ratty, but at least it was clean, unlike the rest of the pile, which was soaked with black. “You could’ve asked nicely, though.”

     Solomon’s signature grin spread across his face. “If I wasn’t so nice, I would’ve just left you to find it yourself.” 

     Meko opened his eyes when Solomon jumped off the chandelier. When the rag was thrown at him, he cautiously lifted it to his bleeding nose. He didn’t want anything that smelled bad near his face, as he had a somewhat sensitive sense of smell.

     Well, I won’t be smelling anything besides iron for a bit, and I’d rather not get bloodstains on my sweater, he thought to himself. Meko wiped his bloodied hand on the rag before pressing it to his nose.

     “Am I really obligated to be polite to someone who kidnapped me?” he joked, with a shit-eating smile across his face. “Thank you for the rag.”

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     It had been a long time since Solomon had had another person in his lair. It brought back memories he often tried not to recall, and it wasn’t exactly easy to get to his lair without his permission, so he never had anyone over. 

     Not that he had anyone to invite over, anyway.

     Because of that, however, he forgot that sleeping on the chandelier was weird.

     Solomon had been awake for an hour or so, simply too lazy to get down from the chandelier. He glared as Death approached, probably wanting to lap up the blood pouring from Meko’s face, and the black cat, hissing, prowled away into the shadows once more.

     The perched demon watched as Meko awoke, staying silent for no reason other than simply not wanting to address their situation. But Meko looked up at him, and Solomon had no choice but to respond.

     “What? You got a problem?”

     "Why the fuck are you... perching... on the goddamn chandelier...”

      Meko held his hand under his nose, trying to control the bleeding. Normal people definitely do not sleep on chandeliers, right? Or is it some sort of demon fad? He thought to himself, somewhat out of it due to the headache and blood loss.

      Closing his eyes and sighing, Meko waved his free hand at the demon.

      “Please go get me a napkin. Or just something to keep this blood from getting all over my favorite sweater.”

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     Meko woke up with a killer headache. Keeping his eyes closed, he moved his hand slowly to his forehead, dragging it along his face.

     However, he stopped midway. He felt something warm and wet right under his nose. Opening his eyes, he looked at his hand. It was covered in blood.

     “Fucking great, just what I fucking needed, a nosebleed.” Meko groaned, and looked up to avoid bleeding everywhere.

    And there Solomon was, perching right above Meko.

     “Okay, what the fuck?”    

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     “Regardless of whether anyone’s tried to kill you before, that guy wasn’t just someone. He’d fucking kill you in a heartbeat, without even thinking about it, ruthlessly, and then you’d end up just like—” Solomon cut himself off, realizing he’d snapped at Meko for no reason, and realizing he was on the verge of saying too much.

     “Ah, nevermind.” The horseman sighed, trying to remove the image of a mangled, bloody angel from his mind.

     Solomon shifted his legs, the pain from the position he was in finally becoming noticeable. He noticed his hands were not shaking as badly anymore. 

     “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you can’t really ‘go somewhere else’ from here. There’s no exit. The only way out is through me, and I don’t have the energy to teleport you out. So, as much as I’d rather not have someone else here, I suppose neither of us really have any choice, now, do we?” The bitterness in his tone was clear, and very much intentional, but he realized that, after the ordeal he’d just been through, he kind of appreciated the company. Even if he only appreciated it a little.

     “I don’t know why you felt like you had to introduce yourself, but I suppose I ought to return the favor. It’s not fair for me to know your name and you not to know mine.” He shifted enough to where he could reach his feet, and took off his pointed high heels, tossing them haphazardly across the room.

     “I’m Solomon.” Suddenly, a monstrously large black cat stalked out from a dark corner, and its fur puffed up as it hissed at Meko. “…And that’s Death. You can ignore him. He’s an asshole.” The cat growled and stalked off again, as if he’d simply wanted to introduce himself, too.

     “Sorry for you having to stay here. I’m well aware that it’s not exactly a five-star hotel or anything.” 

     “If you’re apologizing for the mess, there’s no need. I, without a doubt, have seen much worse.” Meko scoffed, thinking back to how messy Jax’s room could get.

    After slowly taking his hand off of Solomon’s back, Meko huffed. Moving his hand to the back of his neck, he started to assess the situation. He had promised his brother he would be back after a “trip to the doctor.” That would be at least two scoldings from his little brother.

     “Jaxxy’s gonna go off for years when I get home.” He paused, finding himself opening up to an almost-complete stranger. The sorcerer shrugged at himself. It wouldn’t be the first time.

     “Where do I sleep? I’m fuckin’ exhausted.”

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     Solomon lifted his hands and pressed his palms against his eyelids. He pressed hard, and when he moved his shaking hands, he saw stars. He thought it might calm him down, but it seemed to only make it worse, and his hips were starting to hurt on top of it all.

     The horseman wondered if perhaps Jem had managed to get a hit on him after all. His body sure hurt like he had.

     But maybe that was just shock.

     Probably that. Solomon didn’t get hit that easily.

     The horseman barely felt Meko’s fingers on his shoulder, and although he did feel it, he didn’t react, and simply sat there like a doll. What was he supposed to do? He was too scared to even think, too lost in his head, too deep in memories of things he didn’t ever want to remember.

     What did he care if someone touched him anymore, even if he didn’t know them?

     But Meko’s hand slid down his back, and he jolted, his eyes glassy, trying to respond. Trying not to show weakness. He became somewhat aware of what was going on again.

     “Wait…” he croaked, cracked teeth chattering. “You’re not…you’re not supposed to…be here.” The horseman looked around at his lair, at the disheveled bookshelves with their contents spilling over into the room, at the cobweb-coated chandelier which hadn’t been cleaned for forty years, at the random trinkets and useless garbage strewn about on the floor.

     This was a sacred place. This was not for the eyes of a stranger.

     And what was he doing, acting so vulnerable in front of someone he’d only just met and still didn’t even know the name of?

     It was too late now, he supposed, and he was too tired to truly care.

     “I’m sorry,” he said, genuine for once as he tried to get his body to stop shaking. “I didn’t want you to end up getting killed. Typically, associating with me ends up with that kind of thing happening.” Solomon wanted so badly for his teeth to stop chattering. It made him sound stupid. But after saying something like that, he sounded stupid anyway.

     “And I don’t think I can get you home. Not now…” Not when I’m like this.

     But you shouldn’t stay here.

     But there’s nowhere else I can take you.

     He sighed. Solomon had no solution, so he just kept sitting there, shaking. Black slime rolled down his chin and dripped onto his palms.

     Fuck.

    The sorcerer looked at Solomon, and only at him. He was too busy trying to help him calm down; paying attention to whoever Meko was calming tended to make things go faster, smoother.

     As the demon spoke, Meko started to slowed down the pace he was rubbing Solomon’s back. Half-shrugging, he stopped rubbing his back, leaving his hand there.

     “It’s fine, it’s not the first time someone’s tried to kill me. And Jax can probably wait for me, I have a tendency to not come home when I say I’m going to. However,” he paused, closing his eyes. “I can leave and go somewhere else if you don’t want me here. It’s probably fuckin’ weird to have a complete stranger in your house.”

     Meko sighed, and shrugged again.

     “Might as well introduce myself, considering the situation. I’m Meko. You don’t have to introduce yourself if you don’t want to, I guess.”

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     “Ah, so you’re a serial sex toy thief?” Solomon sneered, still swallowing his disgust at the pet name the sorcerer had used. “Seems like a very interesting hobby. I’d best not keep you from that scolding, doll.” He followed Meko out of the front door for a few steps, simply seeing him out to make sure no one had seen either of them speaking to each other. 

     But a matter that was much more pressing came to his attention.

     He could recognize the scent of another horseman from a mile away, and this one was close.

     “Ah, hell. Change of plans.” The horseman rushed forward and grabbed Meko around the waist, just in time to see the other horseman leap down from the roof across the street. Electricity crackled all around Solomon, and he knew he and this sorcerer had to get the fuck out of there before both of them were six feet under. 

     The pair disappeared just in time, and a flash of lightning struck the ground in the spot where they had been moments before. The blond horseman across the street could be heard swearing from two blocks away. The XXX-Mart on the corner of 6th Avenue and 39th Street was left unattended.

     Solomon opened his eyes. All he could see was what looked like television static and nothing else. His hands were shaking, he could feel it, and he could feel fabric against his skin, too. Slowly, his lair came into focus, and so did the sorcerer, whose life he’d most certainly just saved.

     He’d only just barely started to tally up his situation before his legs gave out, and he hit the floor, his legs splaying awkwardly at his sides. He desperately grabbed at Meko’s coat as he went down, and his nails nearly tore holes in it before his hands fell to his lap.

     “Ah, shit, that was close…” Solomon stared at his shaking hands, willing them to stop giving away just how scared he was. 

     His mind was so foggy that he didn’t even consider that he’d just allowed someone he was unfamiliar with into his lair, nor that that person happened to be a sorcerer.

     “Shit. Teleporting other people takes so much outta me… Fuck.”

  "Uh, hello, what the fuck are you doing?” Meko hissed at Solomon as he was grabbed. As he was about to curse Solomon out further, the two were teleported.

    Being teleported was pretty fucking disorienting for Meko, as the closest he had ever been to teleporting was when his brother, Jax, fucked up a spell and threw Meko across the room at an extreme speed. That event fucked Meko up for a good few days, mostly due to the impact of hitting a bookshelf and then having said bookshelf fall on him.

    When Meko was mostly back to being oriented, the demon was grasping to his coat. He absentmindedly watched Solomon fall to the floor, doing nothing to assist him. The sorcerer blinked, observing him. He noticed Solomon’s hands shaking, and sprung into care mode.

   Meko slowly went to kneel beside the demon. He had cared for Jax many times when their anxiety fucked them up, so he was pretty experienced with calming scared people down. He softly touched Solomon’s shoulder, testing to see how he would react.

    His hand moved to Solomon’s back as he spoke. The sorcerer didn’t say anything, not really knowing how to reply, and started slowly rubbing the stranger’s back.

    Looking up at Solomon, he spoke softly.

    “Guess a certain little brother’s gonna have to wait to scold me, huh?”

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     Solomon’s expression did not change, regardless of Meko’s sarcasm, his face set in stony seriousness. “Ah, yes, because no one expects a demon to be working in a human establishment.” He took a step forward, pressing his body into the empty space that had been between him and the sorcerer. His foot, adorned in one of his sharpened high heels, hovered above Meko’s toes.

     “Oh no, doll, calling the police would be far too nice of me. I could do much worse to you than I believe you expect.” Solomon grinned, black slime oozing down his chin as he showed off his teeth. 

     There was a moment of silence, just Solomon and Meko eyeing each other up, and then Meko spoke.

     Solomon burst into laughter.

     “Wow. That’s how you choose to respond? You weren’t even fucking scared.” He laughed more, and as he did, more black slime slid down his chin. “I was just fucking with you. You can take that shit. If you think I give a fuck about this place, you’re damn wrong.”

     The horseman pulled back from Meko, moving aside for the sorcerer to pass.

     “But I’ll take you up on that offer if for whatever reason you really fucking want to suck my dick. I’d never turn that down.”

     “Oh, hun, why would I be scared? I’ve got much more to fear.” Meko sneered, raising an eyebrow. He did, however, have to admit the whole dripping slime and gross teeth thing was pretty fucking nasty. Oh well, he’s probably seen dicks much more disgusting.

     As Solomon moved aside, Meko allowed himself to take on a more relaxed posture. The demon being extremely in his personal space did tighten him up a bit.

     “I never go back on sucking dick, to be completely honest.” He shrugged, keeping his cocky expression. “But I have a little brother to get home to. He’s gonna scold me for stealing from a sex shop again.” 

     Meko calmly stepped out the door, going a few more steps before turning around and winking at Solomon. Even if the demon was the palest tool he’d ever seen, he did think he was pretty attractive. Meko, being the person (slut) he is, would never skip on flirting with anyone he thought was even vaguely attractive.

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     A certain horseman had had quite a boring evening. Working night shifts at the XXX-Mart on the corner of 6th Avenue and 39th Street was not exactly the most interesting job in the world. But he decided it wasn’t all bad, since he got to people-watch for his whole shift, and he found humans intriguing. And sometimes someone particularly interesting stopped by.

     He decided it must be one of those nights when the pungent smell of sorcerer wafted past Solomon’s nose. He turned his gaze to the door, where he spotted an awfully suspicious-looking person strolling in like he owned the place.

     He thought, oh, I’ll leave them alone. I don’t have the energy tonight.

     But then, about ten minutes later, he noticed the same person, leaving, with his hands in his pockets and a cocky grin on his face.

     Because no one else was in the store at 2 AM, Solomon decided, hey, actually, why the fuck not! and disappeared from behind the counter, reappearing right between the suspicious sorcerer and the door.

     “Hello there,” the horseman began, shoving his cocky nose right into the sorcerer’s personal space. “What do you suppose you’re doing, hm?”

     Meko, like the slut he was, strode into his not-so-favorite sex shop. He was looking smug, as always, because he had plans to steal some things. Most people couldn’t see him, making his acts of thievery fairly easy - this definitely wasn’t the first time he had stolen from a “fine” establishment like the XXX-Mart he was currently in.

     He casually strolled around, and, thinking that no one could see him, plucked items off the shelves and put them into the pockets of his long coat. Humming to himself, he took a peek at the employee watching over the store. He let out a small snicker as he assessed his appearance.

     That has to be the palest motherfucker I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life, he mused to himself.

     Deciding he had looted the store enough, he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed for the door, expression as smug and cocky as one’s face can possibly get. When the employee suddenly appeared in front of him, Meko didn’t even flinch. His grin got even wider as his personal space was invaded.

    “Aw, fuck. I thought I’d never get caught,” he exclaimed, gesturing to show how sarcastic he was. “What are you gonna do? Call the sex toy police?” 

     Meko paused, assessing the situation.

     “I’ll suck your dick if you let me off.”