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So…the thing with Rain is that he's pretty. And he knows it. And everyone else knows it, but what they don't know is just how often Rain uses his looks to his advantage. Sure, there's the overt fluttering of eyelashes, the classic slightly parted lips and artfully mussed curls but that's the obvious one. Base level pretty ghoul manipulation. The way Rain has his pack twisted around his little pinky finger is both an art and a science.
He knows if he wants Aether to take over breakfast clean-up, all he has to do is take the broom in hand and let Aether catch sight of the angle of his wrist as he sweeps, the way his fingers bend around the handle, gently twisting now and then with carefully moisturized hands. Rain sweeps slowly, swaying himself to some silent tune as Aether's staring grows more and more blatant.
Aether finishes clean-up for him, eager to find a better way for Rain to use his hands.
Swiss is a sucker for yawns. If the stairs seem like just too much for his poor weed-addled brain, Rain stretches his body, giving a subtle shimmy to make his shirt ride up. Swiss never knows if he should look at Rain's happy trail or the way he opens his mouth in a near perfect O, making a sweet, soft noise of contentment that never fails to make Swiss feel dirty when his dick throbs in his pants. He'll hold Rain tight but Rain will start to move, pretend to get up. When asked, he'll say he wants to get snacks for them as a thank you for Swiss getting him stoned beyond belief.
"Nah-uh baby," Swiss will say. "I gotcha covered."
Rain will be tucked in nice and cozy as Swiss lurches off to stare at the cupboards to try and guess what Rain wants. In the end, he brings it all and Rain only has to open his mouth in that pretty way he has for Swiss to hand feed him anything he desires. He doesn't even have to move his head when he finally fits Swiss' dick in his mouth. Swiss just thumbs his jaw open and helps himself, moving Rain by his horns while his tail sneaks between Rain's legs. If Swiss has any suspicions that Rain uses his magic to keep him from cumming first, he never voices them.
Dew's weak for eye contact. Always has been. Rain will stare, let himself be caught and glance away, using his magic to bring the blood to his cheeks, putting a delicate blush to his face. He'll catch Dew's eye again and again over dinner, dropping his gaze to Dew's firmly downturned mouth before darting away again. Rain tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear and spends the rest of the meal staring down at his plate, the burning weight of Dew's eyes on him bringing a secret, satisfied smile to his face. When he walks by Dew's chair to bring his plate to the kitchen, Dew's tail will lash out to wrap around his leg. And when Rain finally allows himself to look, the fire in Dew's eyes will scorch him.
Dew will yank and paw at him like a spoiled brat in his bedroom later and bully Rain onto the mattress. He'll press their foreheads together and Rain swears his face is warm from the molten metal look Dew is boring into him.
He'll be sore in the morning, but Dew can be as gentle as he is cruel, and will rub Rain down with scented oils, smoothing his fingers over the bruises he pressed last night while the bath fills. Rain will straddle him in the tub, kiss Dew nice and slow with his eyes wide open while Dew's flutter shut as Rain finds his little cock beneath the water and starts to rub.
And Mountain…Mountain loves when Rain gets excited. How he'll come into Rain's room with his hands behind his back and Rain will have to go up on his tiptoes to give Mountain his kisses before Mountain will show Rain his present. A bracelet made of iridescent beads that match his scales. A geode, dull on the outside and glittering like a galaxy within. A perfectly pressed flower, a little jar of carefully layered colored sand. Rain gives each one a spot on his shelving with intense deliberation, crouching low and swishing his tail, going up on his tip toes again and letting the strap of his camisole fall down.
Mountain will come up behind him to fix it, plucking it with his large fingers, smoothing his palms over the curves of Rain's shoulders and laying a kiss in his hair.
"I have to dust." Rain will tell him. "I want to rearrange my shelves. I need room to fit everything."
"I'll build you more shelves." Mountain will breath, his lips moving over Rain's ear.
He rides Mountain right in front of his mirror, satisfied at how gorgeous he looks taking Mountain's cock. The way his chest heaves, the way his lips are glossy with cum from sucking Mountain off. He runs his hands all over his body, watching his reflection. Tangles in his hair, pinches his own nipples.
Mountain says his name like a prayer when he cums. Rain just looks down on him and smiles.
So…the thing with Rain is that he's pretty. He's got everyone wrapped around his finger. Can make them do anything he wants with a few tugs on their strings.
The thing with Rain is…he forgot how to use his words. Got too used to getting his own way all the time.
Kind of a problem when the new summon showed up.
They're stuck on clean-up detail after breakfast. Aeon's got the table wiped down and the dishes going in the sink while Rain, as usual, half-heartedly pushes the broom around. He thinks toast should be banned. Anything with crumbs should be banned. It was so annoying.
He looks over at Aeon, who's elbow deep in suds and bopping to whatever tune he's got in his earbuds. He's mouthing the words and scrubbing in time to the beat as he shakes his ass and it's oddly endearing.
Rain adjusts his grip on the broom and pulls it closer to his body. When he turns, he accidentally-on-purpose hits Aeon with his tail so Aeon will turn around and see how pretty he is in the morning light shining from the windows.
Aeon does not turn around. He leans backwards and does a little shimmy, thoroughly absorbed in his music and Rain scoffs in irritation. Pushes the broom around, collecting a half-assed pile of dust and crumbs and fur, ugh.
When Aeon finally finished the dishes, he carefully rinses the sink, dries everything down and peels his gloves off. Rain kneels, looking for all the world like he's just sweeping junk into the dustpan, but when he looks up to smile knowingly at Aeon, he finds the other ghoul looking under the table.
"Missed a few spots!" He says cheerfully, ruffling Rain's hair. "Don't let Papa catch you slacking!"
With his dishcloth over his shoulder, Aeon shoves his hands in his pockets and heads out, whistling a merry tune as he goes. Rain stares after him, stunned.
Copia would forgive him any transgression after a quick blowjob but he's not the reason Rain got on his knees in the first place.
He'll just have to try harder then.
The tour starts up again and although Rain is strong enough to carry his own shit, he doesn't really want to. He drops his luggage by the bus and rubs at his wrist, intentionally failing at hiding his pout.
"Poor thing," Cirrus says, passing him by. He can never tell if she's caught onto his game or not but she indulges in it just enough to keep him happy. Today is not one of those times, it looks like. There will be other opportunities for her. One of the others will help him, he's sure of it. So he looks around to pick his target.
Dew, Mountain and Aether are in a tight huddle by the wall of the Abbey. Saying their goodbyes, each giving each other "one last kiss", except it's never a good enough "last kiss" so they keep claiming redos. Rain doesn't know if he should smile or roll his eyes.
Cumulus is getting her be-good spanks from Sunshine and Aurora is already on the bus, which leaves Swiss and Aeon. Rain narrows his eyes, then looks down at his bag and give a quiet little sigh.
"What's up baby?" Swiss asks, like Rain knew he would. Rain bites his lip, like he's shy about answering and beckons Swiss to come closer. Aeon tags along, like Rain hopes he would.
"Spent too much time getting off last night." Rain murmurs under his breath. "Couldn't sleep and now my wrist hurts."
Swiss sucks in a breath through his teeth, no doubt thinking of what drove Rain to touch himself to the point of strain. How he must have looked in his bedsheets, working himself to orgasm over and over. He holds his hand out in the air for Swiss to inspect, quietly satisfied at the way the multi-ghoul grabs it and starts massaging over his palm with his thumbs.
"Could have called me." He coos. "Can't have you straining yourself."
"I didn't want to bother anyone." Rain lies. "I can do things by myself, you know."
"Yeah, but not this." Swiss tells him, winking at Aeon. Aeon just shrugs.
"It's alright, really." Rain protests, making no move to yank away from Swiss. Swiss hums and takes Rain in his right hand while his left grabs Rain's luggage. Aeon's scrolling on his phone, already heading into the bus and Rain can't stop the little bite of disappointment that it wasn't him again. Not that he's unhappy with Swiss, it's just. Ugh. He wanted it to go a different way, wanted Aeon to offer to help instead.
Next time , he tells himself as Swiss coaxes him onto the bus. There's always next time.
Next time never comes.
Rain is…not angry, just. Irritated. Irritated all his best tricks are still working on the others, but Aeon seems completely oblivious. Absorbed in something else that isn't Rain, whether it's fixing up his guitar, talking to a roadie, playing a stupid game on his phone.
It can't possibly be intentional. Rain knows what he looks like, knows what his looks can get him. Aeon must be a special type of oblivious to not notice. And it's not like Aeon has any issues with getting laid either from the way he and Dew limped out of their hotel room one morning. Or the way Mountain had folded his lanky body up in Aeon's bunk one night.
He just isn't picking up on Rain's cues and it's starting to get frustrating.
They're onstage now, halfway through the show. Rain's meandered all over the place while he plays, arching back when Dew stops in front of him, the exact same way he arched back last night when Dew jacked them both off in the shower. He spins quick on his heel and strikes a pose, lifting one dainty leg up and tilting his head at Aeon.
Who isn't looking.
Again.
Enough is enough, Rain decides grimly. He's going to make Aeon acknowledge him if it's the last thing he does. He stares Aeon down while he plays, taking two steps towards him. Someone at barricade shrieks his name and he turns, playing his angles for the camera while Aeon twitches his head back and forth, plucking at his guitar with jerky fingers.
"I love you!" Someone sobs, pointing at Rain, and his ego is mollified for the moment. At least someone appreciates everything he's doing around here, even if Aeon doesn't.
He will though. As soon as this Ritual is over, Rain intends to show him everything he's missing out on.
He corners Cumulus when she's wiping her makeup off, doing a bit of skincare. Kisses her right after she applies her lip oil, then claims he forgot his chapstick. She laughs and kisses him again, running her fingers up his neck to take out his sweaty hair tie. Helmet head isn't a problem with an air ghoulette around, his wet curls drying into the perfect messy 'do. She pinches his cheek and nips his lower lip and he sighs happily at the flush he knows he'll get from it.
She gets a few of his shirt buttons popped, tugs his pants down low and he's got her tits in his hands because while he's spoiled, it isn't like he's ungrateful when someone calls that they're leaving. Cumulus licks into his mouth one last time and smacks his ass when he goes, so he gives her a pretty little moan.
He hears Dew yell something about the first round being on him but he's more concerned with the key cards in Papa's hands. One for each of them, he's writing their names and the room numbers down on the plastic in dry erase marker. Rain sees his is 208. Papa writes Aeon's name next and if his hand is unusually jerky when he writes 208 under that, it's easily put off as exhaustion and a quip about being old.
Rain assuages his guilt by silently promising Papa so many blowjobs if his plans work out tonight. They all grab their cards and group up to work out swaps.
"You're mine," he says lightly to Aeon, clapping his hands on the other ghoul's shoulders so he can't turn away. Rain hits him with the perfect smile and Aeon…
Aeon grins back, shrugs Rain's hands off and pats his shoulder in return.
"Yeah!" He says happily. "You coming out with us, or…?"
Rain's satisfaction dips, but only momentarily.
"Nah, hoping to take a bath. Don't stay out too late or you won't get to join me."
Aeon's grin never wavers, his laugh making the wait worth it. Rain's hit with the realization that he's never seen Aeon this close before. That he's never noticed the light freckles scattered across his skin, the adorable crookedness of his teeth or the way his white streak manages to curl just so that it frames the line of his cheekbone, making him look simultaneously innocent and mischievous.
Aeon's really pretty.
"Won't make you wait too long." Aeon says lowly, giving Rain a look full of intention and Rain's heart skips a beat.
So that's what people feel when they look at him.
So yeah, Rain's naturally pretty and used to getting his way but the upkeep is a lot of effort. His skin gets so dry if he doesn't get soaks often enough, he has a collection of lotions and creams to fight flaking that it's ridiculous. He has special soaps to help moisturize, special shampoo for his hair and a certain way of washing his hair leaves him with perfect waves everyone goes crazy over. It's a lot of effort and interrupting his bath time isn't a privilege granted to just anyone.
Mountain made him special tablets to counteract the effects of hard water in some cities. If he isn't careful, mineral deposits could build up on his gills and get him sick. Absolute nonsense how he could control the very blood in someone's veins, but could fall ill because there was too much calcium in his bathwater.
He drops the tablet into the tub and waits for it to work it's magic while he carefully cleans and flosses his teeth. He opens a little packet of green powder and wets his hands before sprinkling it over his palms, rubbing them together until he's got a nice lather and can spread it over his face. He cleans his claws while it dries and by the time it's done, he can rinse it off and slip into the hot water, purring with delight at the luxury, even if the tub was too small for his body. At least it's clean.
After his meticulous hair washing, scrubs himself down with a kessa glove, sloughing off dead skin until little grey rolls of it come away and float in the water. He carefully stands and steps out of the tub, wrapping himself in the scratchy hotel towel (his own plush ones left behind, too bulky to bring with) and uncaps a bottle of oil just as the door to the room opens and Aeon steps in.
Rain left the door to the bathroom open for a reason. The way this room is set up, Aeon can't help but look straight into the trap laid out for him.
"You look relaxed!" He says with a little chirp. "Better time than us, bar was shitty as hell."
And he walks away.
Rain is left pouring oil into his palm until it overflows and spills on the floor. He curses under his breath and pulls the bath mat over with his foot to clean it up. Hastily rubs the rest of the oil over his skin, patting a little amount onto his face and plans out his next move.
Aeon's still talking about the stupid shitty bar when Rain steps out of the bathroom, leaving his pajamas behind in favor of keeping the scant little towel on. His reflection in the mirror tells him everything is perfect but the sight of his beauty enhanced with licks of steam rising from his skin brings him no comfort right now. Aeon has his back turned as he unbuttons his shirt and Rain puts a hand on his shoulder and turns him around.
"Hi!" Aeon says cheerfully, unbothered by the nude ghoul before him. "What's up?"
"You made me wait." Rain says, low and sharp.
Aeon hums as he keeps unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes narrow, going from Rain's face to his throat, his collarbones and nipples. Dart down to his little waist and back up to his eyes.
"You know if you want something," Aeon starts, shrugging off his shirt and letting it puddle on the floor. "You have to use your words and ask for it."
Rain's heart skips a beat. Aeon can't be much taller than him but right now he's looking at Rain like wants to eat him and the air conditioning decides to kick on at that moment, sending a blast of chilly air over Rain's steam-warmed skin, breaking him out into goosebumps. He feels his nipples bud up, and shivers when Aeon's eyes go straight to his chest again.
"So are you gonna?" Aeon asks, crossing his arms. Rain copies him, but only to try and warm himself. He longs for the safety and surety he has in the tub, the certainty that he would get what he wanted. It's so far away now and Aeon looks so, so hungry.
"Gonna what?" Rain asks haughtily, tilting his chin up. Aeon chuckles, shifting his weight to the side.
"Ask for what you want." He says. "Otherwise I'm going to bed and you can deal with yourself for the rest of the night. Oh, don't pout," He tacks on when Rain's expression shifts. "I'm willing. Just wanna hear you say it."
If all he had to do was ask this whole time, Rain will scream, he really will. But now he's got no other options and he knows when to throw in the towel literally and figuratively. He sighs, his hands going to undo the towel and lets it drop to the floor. Facing Aeon again, he asks, in his most polite voice,
"Touch me."
And Aeon does. He reaches out and pokes Rain's sternum, keeps his finger right in the center of his chest.
"Be specific." Aeon tells him. "Or you've got a long, lonely night ahead of you."
Rain grabs Aeon's wrist, squeezing so hard he hopes he leaves a bracelet of bruises on the skin. He yanks Aeon close enough to kiss and bites him for the hell of it.
"I want you to fuck me." Rain tells him, clear and enunciated. "I want you to touch me wherever you want, make me cum and then use me to get off. Clear enough for you?"
"Brat," Aeon says softly.
Rain does not deny the accusation. Just slides past Aeon, not breaking eye contact and lays down on the bed. Bends his legs and gets them spread nice and wide for his viewing pleasure since he's finally looking at Rain. His fingers go to his nipples, tugging at the flushed little buds as Aeon undoes his belt and drops his pants. He doesn't have any underwear on and Rain's stomach flips at the sight of his half-hard cock, steadily firming up as he stares, visible proof he does have an effect on the other ghoul
He lets Aeon reach boldly between his legs, since he did ask for his touch. Aeon tickles over his cock and slides past it, rubbing over his perineum before wiggling the pad of his finger over Rain's hole.
"Didn't even prep yourself." He tsks. "You really are spoiled."
"Eat my ass." Rain says tartly and gets a little smack to his cheek for it.
"Say please." Aeon tells him smugly. "Use your manners."
"Eat my ass." Rain repeats, then drags out the pause before adding on a salty little "Please".
Aeon smiles at him lovingly, mockingly. He takes Rain's hand in his own and guides it to his cock, makes Rain touch it, get his fist nice and tight around it just so.
"You can't always get what you want." He says sternly, using Rain's hand to jack himself off.
"Dumb thing to say when I've got hold of your dick." Rain replies sweetly, and clenches his fist just a shade too tight for comfort. Aeon doubles over, wheezing. "That's your first mistake."
"Won't make another," Aeon promises darkly and there's a snap of magic being released into the air before Rain's body goes heavy, so heavy he flops against the mattress with a muted whimper. It's like his bones have been turned to lead, muscles too relaxed to strain. All he can move are his eyes, darting frantically around as Aeon pulls away. Gets up on his knees and surveys the sight of Rain before him.
"What a pretty doll you make." He says, trailing a finger down Rain's cheekbone. "Should just keep you like this since it's obviously what you're made for."
He pushes Rain's jaw down, pets his finger over his tongue. Rain tries to bite but can only squint stupidly at Aeon as he smiles.
"Don't be mad." He coos. "You want to be a pretty little doll, princess, I can make that happen for you." Then leans in close to whisper,
"Blink once for no and twice for yes."
Rain bats his eyes so fast it makes Aeon laugh.
He takes his time arranging Rain on the bed, moving an arm up by his head, crooking his elbow just so. Puts the other just over Rain's rapidly beating heart. Keeps his legs spread obscenely wide and gets his stiff cock pointing up at the ceiling. He bats at it with a an open palm and laughs at the way it wags.
"I'll get the lube." He whispers condescendingly when he's done, giving Rain a pat on the cheek. He takes his time with it, rummaging through one bag, then another, murmuring about "oh, that's where that book was," and "Dew's shirt!" before he finally returns with the little bottle, shaking it for Rain to see.
Rain blinks twice.
"Slut." Aeon says affectionately. He starts to say something else, then chuckles.
"Was gonna tell you to turn over and show me your hole. Forgot you can't. Gotta make everyone else do all the work as usual."
Rain's grateful Aeon's magic holds his tongue because otherwise he would very fairly point out that Aeon willingly put himself in a position to do all the heavy-lifting. Literally.
Aeon sets the bottle down on the sheets and goes about pushing and shoving at Rain until he's face down, ass up, his arms flopped at his side. Aeon gathers them up, positions them over each other on Rain's lower back and hmms. Lets them fall uselessly to the bed again.
"Yeah," he says to himself. "Perfect."
Rain would shiver if he could.
He hears the click of the lube cap, the nasty squelch of it being poured and makes a terrified little noise deep in his throat when it hits his hole. Aeon rubs it in with his fingers, smearing it over his balls and up the cleft of his ass, leisurely smacking Rain on the ass to smear it there too before finally pushing two fingers in.
"Loose." He chides, when Rain's body easily swallows him up. "Been getting fucked real good on the road, huh doll? Not enough time to tighten back up?"
Rain can't reply, couldn't even if he had the ability; Aeon's fingers are poking and prodding at his sweet spot with merciless precision and all he can do is lay there and take it.
"Ridden hard and put away wet…" Aeon muses, drawing his fingers back out to pet at Rain's slick and puffy rim. "I like the sound of that. What do you think?"
Rain moans, long and low. Aeon tuts, and there's a rustling of the sheets before he feels the wet tip of Aeon's cock prod at him.
"Talkin' to a fuckdoll." He mutters, smushing his cockhead around the soft, wet hole. "Must be losing my mind."
Rain shrieks as Aeon pushes in, heedless of his comfort. He sets a hard pace right away, groping all over Rain's prone body as he works his hips, getting his balls slapping with every brutal thrust. All Rain can do is let his eyes roll back in his skull and wheeze out harshly. He wants to arch his back, grind into it, touch himself , curl his toes or tear up the sheets but he can't. It's torture. It's perfection.
Rain's so lost in it he doesn't hear the buzzing of a phone on the nightstand. But Aeon does and he stops. Leans over Rain, jabs his cock in deep to reach it and keeps himself there, where Rain can practically feel him in his throat. He's so close already, can feel it welling up in his blood, gathering in the pit of his stomach-
"Hey Mountain," he says amicably. "What's up?"
Rain opens his eyes ( when did he shut them?) and stares through frustrated tears at the wall. He vaguely registers Mountain talking before Aeon responds.
"Oh, thanks man. Didn't even notice I forgot it."
Mountain's voice, again. If Rain strains, he catches a few words but none of them make sense to his fucked out brain. Aeon laughs.
"Wallet chain is a good idea." He says lightly. "I'll swing by later, little busy right now."
"Rain?" He can hear Mountain ask affectionately.
"Oh, Rain's out." Aeon says breezily. "But I got this nice little fleshlight. Pretty damn lifelike. Want a picture?
Even through a speaker, Rain can hear the change in Mountain's tone when he goes, "Show me."
He hears the click of a photo being taken and the tapping as Aeon captions it. Rain closes his eyes again and lets the tears fall into the bed spread.
"Right?" Aeon says, drawing slowly out and pushing just as slow back in. At this point, Rain will take anything. " Real fancy. Think it even has a orgasm feature, hang on."
Aeon drops the phone on the bed by Rain's face, making sure Rain sees him hit speaker button before he starts fucking him again, doing a polite reach around to tug at Rain's cock. He tries to say Mountain's name, but it comes out as a stupid, drawn out moan of the first syllable that goes high-pitched as he starts to cum hot and thick over the sheets, a sweet relief that turns sharp and painful when Aeon keeps going.
"Neat bit of programming." He calls to Mountain over Rain's desperate moans. "Feels like I'm actually making it cum."
"You willing to share your new toy?" Mountain asks, sounding strained. "Was gonna play with Swiss but now he wants a double date."
"Eh, might as well call everyone over." Aeon replies, using his grip on Rain's dick to make Rain bounce back on his cock. "Something tells me this pretty little thing can go for hours. I'm in 208."
"Will do."
And the line goes dead.
"Oh, it cries too." Aeon says as he picks up the phone to put it back on the nightstand. "Nice. Wait til the others see this."
Rain tries his best to hide his misery in the pillow, but he's still stuck, still frozen. Aeon makes a comforting noise and grabs his chin.
"Don't worry honey," he says kindly. "I'll still think you're pretty after you're all used up."
There's a knock at the door and Rain does his best to look Aeon in the eye.
He blinks twice.