Sex God Saga Ch. 27

### Sex God Saga 27

### Clusterfuck Enjoyment

THURSDAY:

Moving to an apartment in the Onyx was handled mostly by Paris hiring a company. With Theo's meager furniture staying behind at the Smiling Panda, the move was finished within hours.

The view of Elmwood Square was amazing, as was the designer apartment generally.

Theo unpacked together with Cain who followed instructions mindlessly save for a few adorable bursts of enthusiasm -- like a sleepy puppy.

The prince in gold lounged wide legged with an arm over the backrest of a white upholstered sofa.

Cain pointed a thumb at the Stygian. "Why is that guy sitting there like he owns the place?"

Paris was definitely in hearing range.

"His dad *does*," Theo said.

"Fuck off, I know that. I mean why isn't he helping?"

Theo shrugged. "He's not moving in. I am. And you are, I guess. Are you?"

"Am I?" Cain mocked with a smirk.

Theo shrugged again. "You have my old apartment now. Seiko is already doting on you more than she ever got to dote on me. But..."

"But I'm a permanently invited couch surfer here," Cain said. "Gotcha. I'll try not to overstay my welcome."

Paris stretched. "We're not sick of you yet, buddy."

"But Theo's the only guy in the world who can feed me. I'd rather not mess this up."

Theo ruffled the boy-ish Ghoul's white hair. "Not sick of you yet," he echoed.

"Apropos feeding," Paris said. "If you're happy leaving the random clutter in these boxes until you need it, we could start the sanctification process."

Making Incu move his sanctum to a new place was more complicated than bringing stuff. The old mirror stayed behind, since it was practically a matter of dissolving the old sanctum and reestablishing a new one anyway.

The bedroom had a wall to ceiling mirror and the bull head hovered within. Scribbled Atlas glyphs around the edges matched the patterns on the room's décor, purposefully drawn this way by Theo while the movers had roamed.

The shaman stripped and bowed. "One hour of sex for the muse," he said. "As ordered. We have some more on the way."

Incu nodded. "With the strength of this Veneration I shall cast my anchor anew."

Theo made out with the still clothed Paris, letting magic flow from mouth to mouth. Cain had unceremoniously stripped and impatiently made the standing blond spread his legs.

The Ghoul crouched down and worked a fist in. He remained silent and expressionless but Theo knew he was feeling the effect of max power racing into him -- from hole to arm.

The highest level of pleasure Theo had to offer made Paris go mad with needy whines, his kiss getting sloppy, trembling and frantic. The prince stripped with uncoordinated hands, maintaining the kiss.

Soon Theo was on his back on the to-be-christened bed. Cain was inside him halfway down the elbow, Paris hovered over him, fucking his throat while tying Theo's hands to the bed's posts. The rope and cuffs had already been on the frame and were probably never going to be removed.

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As scheduled, Cristiano White, son of the Hierarch, walked in about an hour later, having been let up the private elevator by the front desk.

"Hey there, room for one more?"

Theo was on all fours, sucking a stoic Cain while a desperate and worn out Paris pounded his ass.

"Yes sir," Cain said on the gagging bottom's behalf. "I think Paris needs a breather anyway."

"N-no," Paris said through exhausted power-fucking. "I can... get more... pleasure... Fuck, I really need a break, okay."

Cristiano dropped his ultra-baggy clothes while fixing the lack of music in the room.

Theo made Paris cum and his magical master collapsed, hugging the bottom, both their faces now in Cain's crotch.

"Man," Paris said, sounding already half asleep. "I wish I had that zombie twink's stamina. Slave, do you need a break?"

"Can't you tell?" Cain asked. "With your wizard brain mend thingy?"

"Bond of Favors. Yes, but part of the whole deal is that I *don*t treat my slave like he is one. Mostly anyway, hehe."

The bottom pulled off Cain's dick. "I can keep going, sir. Half an hour?"

Paris slapped Theo's ass and pulled out. "You got it. Love you, darling."

"Love you, sir."

Cristiano took over, riding the waves of magic Theo granted him for a minute, until he found his footing. Then he got more aggressive and tossed Theo around.

The Latino man fluctuated between unspecified begging "please... yes... please" and ripping Theo around like he wanted to hurt him. He kept humping Theo from one edge of the bed to the other.

Cain patiently took a cuddle break with the prince, waiting until the top had calmed down.

"Cain?" Paris asked, eyes closed. "Do you enjoy sex per se?"

Cain hummed. "There's worse things. Wanna fuck?"

"Sometime. If Theo's not feeling it."

Cain huffed. "As if."

Paris chucked. "Yeah, my slave's a whore. Love you babe."

"I love you!" Theo yelled as Cristiano practically slammed him down. Why was this guy so aggressive today?

"But having normal sex might still be nice," Paris said. "And you're really cute."

"Cool," Cain said.

"You're vers, right?"

The zombie boy hummed. "I'll sit on a dick if it gets me shelter or money."

"Oh, that's fucking sad. Those times are over. That does mean however, we're both tops. We could still do the deed someday, in some form. You're so cute." He hugged tighter and mumbled sleepily. "You almost feel like Theo."

Cain met Theo's eyes and made a finger-in-throat retching gesture, then grinned.

Theo was about to say something fond when Cristiano pulled him into a kiss. Had that particular straight guy kissed him yet? The bottom couldn't even remember.

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Theo had never been in this suburb but in the dark they all looked the same. He was cozy enough in his jacket but he still felt the chill. He was glad Paris had insisted he'd take a hat -- even if it had cat ears.

Sacred walked beside him, hands in the pockets of a thinner leather jacket but not looking freezing either.

"Hope I didn't keep you from anything," Sacred said, looking half ahead, half on the ground.

"Glad to get out," Theo said. "Doing something different, even if it's team delta duty. Were you doing anything?"

"Just... what I've been doing the whole time. Apprenticing under Godrick. Looking after the kids."

"How are they?"

Sacred shrugged. "Liturgy, Liz. She goes by Liz for now. She's technically having the tougher time adjusting. Found a little church of normal, religious people to go to. Chris, or Euch, he's still picking a name, he's fine but... sometimes difficult."

"I heard Keith call you Cred. That's what you go by now?"

Sacred -- Cred -- huffed a laugh. "I guess. Maybe I'll pick something completely new. I keep finding new ways I'm weird every time I think I've fully deprogrammed myself."

He shivered.

Theo dug in his bag. "Want a beanie? It's a normal one. No cat ears."

"No." Sacred gestured up with his shoulder. "Styling the fauxhawk means I had to give up on hats. At least until it's really hecking cold." His voice got quieter. "Fffugging cold. *Damn* cold? Whatever. No thanks."

"As you wish."

Sacred hummed. "Is that normal? Refusing a hat because of your hair? I mean..." He sagged slightly. "Wanting to be normal is okay but *isn't* the goal, I'm just creating a frame of reference." His words sounded increasingly rehearsed. "I'll figure out *my* normal with input from people I trust."

Theo wasn't sure how much he should suppress his laugh. "Is that your mantra?"

Sacred grunted. "Does it sound too much like someone else's words? Is *that* normal?"

"Therapy speak is all the rage right now. You're good."

"By the lo- Damn. Goddamn, even."

Sacred was oddly cute in how lost he seemed.

Melody was reacting. Theo put out his arm, sleeve pulled back, and held the Outsider-inhabited bracelet in front of him under a streetlight. The bracelet's marbles rotated and their inner patterns lined up.

"Bingo," Theo said. "This house. Pick a page?"

Sacred pulled a piece of paper from the folder he'd been carrying. The page showed lots and lots of scribbles by Theo, all within a thick-bordered circle. Atlas glyphs of "feast available here", threaded into motives of clouds, abstract faces and night time symbols.

"Check for other Outsiders in the area."

Sacred did a minor eye roll. "I know protocol. Godrick is damn intense. Boundless energy for punching demons."

"Just making sure."

"Yeah, okay. Sorry."

Sacred handed off the folder and walked up to the house with just the page ahead of him. No window was lit. The Redeemer scooted silently along the wall, his ranger powers letting him tread like a feather.

He returned with a triumphant smile.

A dream wisp had slipped into the page, looking like a moving blur in the shaman's summoning sight. Sacred was already paying it in V for its cooperation. He didn't have any other Outsiders to feed.

Theo put the page back, ahead of another inhabited one and behind three still empty vessels.

"Perfect. Can you text Keith?"

"Sure," Sacred said. "Man, I wish I could draw like that."

"It's ninety-nine percent practice." Theo chuckled. "Hey you can apprentice under me once Godrick's put you through the wringer."

Sacred sighed dramatically. "Not the exact offer I wanted but I can see myself wanting a break from the team alpha Redeemers in a while. He's really intense."

"Yeah, I recall you *just* saying that, hehe. Call me if you need an excuse. I keep getting myself in trouble."

"So I hear," Sacred said and they kept walking. "What happens to the wisp now?"

"It didn't go demon, so it didn't drain whoever it infected of life or creativity or willpower. It was only floating through a dream. If there weren't so many all over town they'd be safe to leave alone, even."

"Doesn't answer my question, but okay."

Theo shrugged. "They're kept around until they leave, I think. Maybe one of the gods wants them or shunts them back to Ephemera. I dunno. Ask a *real* shaman. I'm just an associate with the Agrippa's Scrolls. Are you going to learn shamanism? Keep a wisp or two?"

"Probably not. Just gonna hunt them."

They fell into silence. No movement from Melody. Keith didn't have news either. Just a night walk.

"You know," Sacred started, then stopped again. "I just... This whole time I've been thinking about how to say thank you. You're the one who got us out. Everything I can come up with feels underwhelming. Ughhhhh... Thank you... a lot?"

Theo felt himself beam. "Every one of us would have done it. Maybe some were more eager on violence, so you were lucky."

Sacred wiggled his head. "I did isolate you on purpose. I could tell you were a pathetic fighter and fairly non-threatening in general."

"Wow, thanks."

"Oh sorry," Sacred said with a grin. "I mean you were the most open minded and caring."

"Right."

"Plus I knew you were the reason Euchar- Chris was acting reasonable for a day after the... soul-gasm. Somber, even. He told me not to talk to you about that day in the forest so I won't *yet* but thanks anyway."

"Sure."

Sacred gave him a slap on the shoulder. "You're surprisingly chill. I thought I'd struggle more to make a maybe-friend."

"I could *so* very much say the same about you, man. You went from an enemy who wants me dead to a maybe-friend in no time."

Sacred chuckled. "I didn't really mean 'chill for an enemy'. I already knew you're not a serious threat, sorry, open-minded and caring, hehe. But after seeing your file I wasn't really looking forward to working with you tonight. It made you seem kinda..."

"M-my file. Oh fuck, you've seen me do, like, e-everything."

Sacred laughed openly. "You know. The whole reason I managed to slip away was that my parents don't quite get what incognito browsing is, but no video of chicks getting their cunts wrecked has prepared me for how much life has fucked you. Hahaha."

Theo played up his discomfort. "I liked it better when you were coy about swearing."

Sacred raised his arms. "Fuck that," he said, too loud for the time of day in a suburb. Then his energy dropped away and he seemed to regret his actions.

Theo groaned. "I'll take it as a compliment. You know I didn't choose how I ended up?"

The Redeemer shrugged. "You seem pretty happy. Rich husband, huh?"

"Paris is more than his money. It kinda did start with money, though, yes."

"I thought it started with the D. A big, black D down whichever hole you take them."

Theo crossed his arms. "Cred, my maybe-friend, I can happily inform you that you're *very* normal right now. For a high school bully."

"Got it. Subject change. See, I can read between the lines. I was just channeling Godrick I guess. I'm just struggling to square the guy in front of me with the one in the 'Theo Travis file'."

"Yeah... so do I sometimes."

"Sooooo... how much cock did you suck today?"

Theo met his eyes. "You're a virgin, right?"

Sacred flinched back. "Damn. That obvious? Or did Godrick tell you?"

"No but it seems like a save assumption, frankly."

Sacred raised his hands in defeat. "Okay. It's something I'm most eager to fix. Uh, fine, I'll give it a rest until I can brag."

Theo chuckled. "Poor kid thinks he'll do something to brag about on first try."

Sacred put Theo in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles on the blond's hat. "We can't all be perverts."

"Hey, let go. I *will* mess up your hair. I have Outsider support."

A car pulled up next to them. White and expensive. Keith rolled the window down. On the passenger's seat was Mira Nelson, holding her mother's telescope.

"Should I be worried?" Keith asked.

"No sir," Sacred said. "Just roughhousing."

Theo fixed his hat. "We got the ones we knew about."

Mira gestured them to get into the car. "There's at least two more downtown. Whatever the dreamer cult were doing, we're making headway tearing it down."

Theo scooted into the back of the car after Sacred, catching a glimpse of the man's jean-clad ass. He really had to find a way to stop being so horny. If the Redeemer had straight up called him a 'faggot' he might have creamed his cage right then.

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FRIDAY:

Theo had woken up loosely in the arms of his master in a luxurious skyscraper apartment Theo didn't even have to pay for, not needing to think about any upcoming shifts despite it being a workday.

He couldn't live like this forever but he was too horny to think about the long term. The Stygian prince mercifully helped Theo take the edge off.

They saw each other again by late afternoon, when Paris arrived with a smile and a surprise announcement.

"What do I wear for that?" Theo asked. "I'm guessing you have a plan? *Sir*?"

Paris chuckled and slipped back into his own pants. "Just as you are."

Theo gestured down on himself, naked and drool-splattered after having gotten a max power face fuck from his master. "Uh... Just this, huh?" He reached for the collar of thick black leather and sparkling spikes.

"I'm serious," Paris said. "It's a kinda high-society kink party. I take credit for this innovation, although Leylani was, um, surprisingly strongly in favor. We didn't get to do it last month so all the perverts of Harpersfield are frothing at the mouth to join in. Mostly straight folk but you don't need more dicks to suck."

"True. Okay, but... naked?"

Paris stopped buttoning up his silk shirt and touched Theo gently on the cheek. The blond felt like *melting*.

"You won't even be the only one. If you're really insecure about it, you can wear whatever, babe. As long as there's a jockstrap underneath."

"No, sir," Theo said firmly. "Naked, caged and collared. I mean, magically I'm 'supposed' to be naked, whatever that means, right?"

Paris winked. "That's my slut boy." His gentle touch turned into a playful face slap. Then he turned away. "I'll tell you to come up when there's a bit more of a crowd. Don't put on anything else in the meantime."

"I was going to go to the gym."

"Here at the Onyx?"

"Yes sir."

"Then at least don't take the collar off."

"Fuck. Okay, sure. Man, I'd be *so* painfully hard if I could."

Paris walked out of the room, turning back with bedroom eyes. "But you never will again, babe, and that's just one of many reasons I love you."

"I love you, Master."

Theo dropped back onto the mattress. It took immense willpower to actually go to the gym instead of riding his expanded dildo collection before the Incu-inhabited mirror.

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The Onyx' closed in rooftop was again lit by braziers but the overall theme was darker, moodier.

After an exhilarating elevator ride, naked save for collar and cage, Theo stepped into a world of rich, kinky bastards. Some of the women were stark naked, as were several men -- or nearly so. Leather and chains were the chosen attire.

While it was exiting -- the stares gave him a lump in his throat -- Theo carried himself with confidence.

"Hey cutie," said a lady in a dark red bodice with a ponytail, "gorgeous cage design. How's it staying on?"

"Th-thank, ma'am. It took, uh, a bunch of piercings."

"Really? You're otherwise so unblemished, though. Most pierced boys don't go for the trophy right away. I imagine it's a hassle to take on and off?"

"I kinda had the decision made for me and it's not meant to come off. Ever."

The lady pulled in a chubby, scruffy man in a rubber vest. "Hear that, pig? I'm sensing an inspiration coming."

The man made pig noises, apparently affirmative. Theo used the moment to walk off with just a nod as goodbye. He got more glances, all eyes magnetically getting stuck on his crotch.

He played with the idea of having Glowy -- who lived in his collar's sparkle -- distract people. The attention was getting a bit much.

Damien met his eyes and came over, a petite blond girl drunkenly waddling behind him. The crown prince wore leather pants and a harness over his broad torso.

"Hey, Paris' pet. Your owner is solving a mini-crisis with the bar. He'll be back in a second."

"I didn't know you're into this, uh, ambiance."

Damien shrugged. "My brother was the driving force but I've warmed up to it. Mind if I have my way with you later?"

"Sure thing, sir."

The small woman huffed to get Damien's attention. The Stygian leisurely turned to her and they had some kind of eye-contact battle. A straight people dominance game?

Something clicked at Theo's neck. A tug. He whirled around and saw Paris holding the leash, now connected to the collar.

"Glad you could make it, babe."

"Per your orders, sir. Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Paris wore a harness of chain links, gold like his rings and bracelets. A circlet with a wavy patterns matched the hair clasp holding his dreadlocks up.

"I'd give that compliment back, but you didn't exactly change since last time I saw you, hehe."

Their lips met. Theo half expected Paris to go insane and pin him down for a forceful fuck, but without shooting magic power from his lips, Theo could get a mundane make-out which he was glad for.

They found a spot by the window and the prince pushed a flute of something sparkling into Theo's hand.

"I always found these parties so-so," Paris confessed. "Worth it on the whole but straight people don't break out into orgy. Ever since you reprogrammed my sense of sex... Is it weird to say it like that?"

"I dunno."

"Anyway, we should go to GDU more often. Griffin Dragon Unicorn?"

"Oh, right. I'm up for it. With others?"

"Yeah, which reminds me. I invited some of our friends from the Shining Dark. You know, for Incu's sake."

"Right sure," Theo said, grinning.

"Aaand I'm sorry to spring this conversation on you but Ebon Mist is leaving Concordia soon. Probably going north. Oregon, British Columbia. Where do you stand with them exactly?"