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Bel let out a quiet hum as fingers slid into his hair and the kiss went from lazy to something with more push and demand to it. It had him reaching forward, his own fingers curling into Levi's shirt as he kissed back and moved from his spot, pushing himself up just enough to swing one leg over Levi's lap.

With the move, he straddled the other demon's legs as they kissed, bringing them closer together and allowing him the benefit of a more comfortable position that didn't involve quite so much angling.

Levi groaned slightly in satisfaction as Bel climbed onto him - yet more activity that the other demon didn't have to engage but chose to, and the thought of that made him smile against Bel's lips. He didn't know why he was so pleased, but he couldn't deny that he was.

The movement also made it a lot easier for him to wrap both arms around Bel, one remaining tangled in his hair but the other sliding up under his shirt, fingers drawing up and down the other prince's back.

The hand under his shirt drew out a shiver that rolled up along Bel's spine as fingers traced up and down along his skin. As much as lust was an underlying urge, he rarely acted on it, usually favoring inaction above all else. So giving in to something like that, and with the one prince he felt an urge to give in with, after so much time avoiding it made it all the better.

"Levi." The nickname was almost groaned out against his lips as Bel pressed in a little closer, his own hands releasing their hold on Levi's shirt to slide down between them instead.

Hearing Bel say his name like that was like a drug, he wondered what other delightful little noises he could draw out of the lazy demon, how much he could encourage Bel to actually do, with touches and kisses and his own words. He was all for them all giving in to their sins, but right now the only one he was interested in was the one not represented by either of them.

"Yes?" he murmured, moving away from Bel's lips to trail kisses down to his throat, the question partly in case Bel was actually trying to say something and partly just to tease.

His hands dropped lower until he could push them both under Levi's shirt in a move to reach more skin. Bel's fingers slid against his abdomen, gently pushing upward before dragging back down toward the waist of his pants, fingertips slipping under it as he tilted his head back at the feeling of those kisses along his throat.

The question was met with a quiet exhale, a pleased sort of sound that accompanied the movement of lips against his skin. "I want you."

"I want you, too," he replied, lips brushing against the skin of Bel's neck with every word, his tone breathless and the tiniest bit needy and just beneath the surface there was a tenderness to it that he didn't even quite notice himself.

He bit down, just above the other demon's collarbone, harder than he might do with a human but not too hard, his aim was to mark, not to harm.

Levi's words were already enough to get to him, but coupled with the bite that followed made it impossible for Bel to avoid reacting, a loud moan slipping from his lips. The bite was the perfect mix of pleasure and slight pain, the sort of thing that left him wanting more rather than wanting things to stop.

That was what led Bel to pull back slightly after it, his hands leaving Levi just long enough to drag his own shirt off over his head. Then he was pressing closer again, hands pushing at Levi's shirt to slide it upward with the intention of getting rid of it as well.

Honestly, this was the most activity Levi thought he might have seen from Bel in a long time, he remembered he used to wonder if Bel even bothered joining in when he visited Asmodeus or if he just let the other prince get on with it.

The thought of the two of them sent another hot surge of jealousy through him and he grabbed at his shirt, helping Bel to lift it off before throwing it aside and drawing the other demon closer desperately, returning his mouth to Bel's collarbone to ensure he was definitely going to leave a mark. His hands roamed across Bel's back, nails digging in a little in his urgency.

Typically, Bel let Asmodeus do what he wanted until he finally found himself in the mood to take part. It took far longer for Asmodeus to warm him up to the act than this had taken.

The move of action from Levi was surprising, though it was clearly driven by some kind of want to claim him. Bel felt that much in the way teeth sunk into his collarbone and fingernails dug into his back, the combination drawing a gasp from him. His hips rocked forward in response, pressing into Levi's as he pushed one hand into his hair, urging on the mark that was being left on his skin.

The enthusiasm with which Bel responded to Levi's attempts to mark him only spurred him on, biting and nibbling at the skin until it was flushed red and purple and Levi was content there would be a bruise there for a few days at least. Satisfied with his work, he tilted his head back up to capture Bel's lips again, kissing him passionately.

He loosened his grip slightly on the other demon's back, sliding his hands down instead to dip beneath the waistband of his trousers. He broke away briefly, eyes bright and gave Bel a wicked smile.

"To the bedroom?"

If left by a human, the bruise would have simply faded from sight once their efforts had given out. But with the two of them being demons, with Levi being a fellow prince, the mark was there to stay until it naturally went away on its own. It was the kind of thing worth allowing, the sting of it coupled with a jolt of pleasure through him even after Levi's mouth left his skin and returned to his lips instead.

The break in the kiss had Bel tilting his head forward as if he was considering chasing Levi's lips. But the sight of that smile had him straightening up after a moment, nodding at the suggestion.

"The bedroom would be better. Care to carry me?" The question was only asked half in jest when Bel obviously preferred the thought of being brought along without the effort involved in moving.

"It would be cruel of me to make you walk all that way..." Levi agreed, tone light and more than a little teasing. For a moment it seemed like he might plan on doing that anyway, but then he dipped his head in to plant another quick kiss on Bel's lips and shuffled forward to make it easier for himself to stand up. He hooked his arms underneath Bel's thighs and stood, lifting the other demon with him as he did so.

He carried Bel through to the bedroom, dropping him down onto the bed and taking a moment to take in the sight of him, tongue flicking out to run over his lips hungrily.

"Do you have any idea how good you look?" he murmured, voice low.

Bel only bothered to nod his head at the sentiment, sure Levi knew he was quite serious in considering cruel to make him walk. But he was still spared the effort in an act that had him wrapping both his arms and legs around Levi for the walk from the living room to the bedroom.

Being dropped on the bed was almost like a gift as far as Bel was concerned and he found himself looking up at Levi in return, watching as he licked over his lips.

"Don't care," he replied, shaking his head as he pushed himself to sit up. The effort put out to carry him was enough to earn action in return once Bel was settled in the comfort of the bed they'd been sharing for some time. He reaches forward and hooked his fingers into Levi's pants, pulling him closer as if to drag him down on the bed as well.

Levi chuckled, allowing himself to be pulled forward and climbing onto the bed, this time straddling Bel's hips the way the other demon was his. He pushed Bel gently to lie back down on the bed, following him down and placing his hands either side of the other prince's head.

"I care," he breathed softly "and you look...divine," he smirked a little at his own ironic word choice "if anyone else were to see you now... they'd be so jealous to know you were mine." the last word almost a possessive hiss, because now that Bel had agreed to this, now that he'd said Levi could have him, he'd clearly taken the idea to heart.

If anyone at this school knows anything, it's that a bored Clark Luthor is a very bad thing indeed. For one thing, he has a terrible tendency to catch people at the most awkward moments. For another, well, he's very insistent and telling him no just never works. And lastly, he'll go looking for someone else to be bored with him. Today, that person happens to be-

"Stark," and it's not even really a question or a greeting so much as, "we're going out."

Edited 2016-07-10 03:46 (UTC)

Isabel didn't believe in soul mates. She also didn't believe that her soul mate was an awkward, bumbling, geek boy. She did, apparently, believe in lying to herself though. She'd known from the moment she'd met Stiles her first day at Beacon Hills High that he would be someone special to her. She'd fought it tooth and nail; she'd rebuffed him, been downright bitchy and Stiles hadn't been phased by it, or if he were, she never knew it. He was patient and funny and sweet. Those were all things that Isabel needed because guarded was a word that had been invented for Isabel Culpepper.

Beacon HIlls was just another place that Isabel didn't want to be. After everything that had happened with Jack, her mother had left her father, dragging Isabel with her and moved across the country. If they were going to be in California, Isabel didn't see why they couldn't move back to LA, but her mother had insisted that the small town was better for Isabel. She didn't want to expose her to the dangers of LA. Instead, she'd ended up exposing her to another town full of fucking werewolves. The wolves here were different, and for that Isabel was grateful, but she still imagined the stink of wet dog and wild all over everyone she met.

Everyone except Stiles. In fact, the first time she'd kissed him (against her will, she swears, but she's lying again) she'd muttered against his mouth 'at least it's not another fucking wolf boy'. It was still one of the major things that Stiles had going for him, in her opinion.

Of course, what he had or didn't have going for him depended on how vulnerable Isabel was feeling at the moment. This afternoon, she's good (as good as Isabel gets) which is why she pulls her little, white convertible up next to Stiles' jeep, pulls her sunglasses down on the bridge of her nose so she can peer at him over the top. "Get your ass in the car." Without waiting for an answer, she slides over to the passenger side. "You're driving."

It had always been expected that Inara would go to university. There'd simply been the matter of which university and what sort of major she'd want to pick. Her father had pushed for her to go into politics. Her mother had wanted her to go into teaching, which was something that she'd considered. Ultimately, Inara had decided she'd prefer public relations. She hasn't regretted it yet.

Of course, she's still stuck with taking the core classes: math, science and the like. She has a number of electives she enjoys as well: art and drama mostly. She's got a wide circle of acquaintances and doesn't want for a social life in any way, but she's not close to anyone. Inara learned early on to wear a mask and show only the parts of oneself that one wants to be seen, that one wants to be open to ridicule and criticism. Having a father in politics will do that to a girl. She grown up in the public eye, but always in her father's shadow. She didn't mind it that way.

University is the first chance she's really had to develop who she is and not be her father's daughter. After years of private schools and being carefully watched, it's liberating. There are things about her that haven't changed. For example, she's generally dressed far more formally than any of her peers, but she likes pretty dresses and makeup.

Overall, it's been exactly the experience she'd wanted, but she's obviously still just getting her toes wet.

Ava was pretty sure that Tony Stark, SHIELD and the Avengers had introduced her to Peter initially because Coulson, Tony and Natasha had gotten together and had some sort of meeting about how she needed more teenagers in her life. They obviously couldn't turn her loose (because that had gone so well last time), but at some point they'd decided that Peter Parker was a good influence.

Those first few meetings had been awkward, with the both of them stumbling and tripping over each other. It had gotten better though, mostly because, in Ava's opinion, Peter was amazing. They were friends now and she could almost always slip away from SHIELD headquarters if she told them she was meeting Peter. In any case, it was always true.

Today, it's Chinese food in Chinatown, a place that she's never actually been despite having lived the bigger part of her life in New York City, or not far outside of it.

He allowed the push, willingly falling back to rest against the bed again as Levi crawled and leaned over him. It was, in Bel's opinion, one of the best positions if only because it involved so little effort on his part while Levi got closer to him.

The word choice was enough to make Bel let out a soft snort as he loosely hooked an arm around the other prince's neck. His possessiveness was no surprise, though Bel still assumed it was going to wear off shortly after they were done since Levi's jealousy and possessiveness never seemed to stick to one person or thing for very long.

"Levi." His name was murmured as Bel pulled him closer, though the tone that followed was more teasing, "I should've known you'd be the exhibitionist type."

Honestly, Stiles had no idea what was going on. Admittedly that was pretty much his state of being ever since Scott had gotten bitten, because while he did his level best to be the person who knew what the fuck was up, he had pretty much been flying by the seat of his pants the whole time. It was a state of affairs that had only gotten worse since Isabel rolled into town, with her bitchy comments and her pretty eyes and her....ok so maybe Stiles had been crushing hard from the moment she walked into the classroom. He couldn't really explain it, there was just something about her that had drawn him, and sure he'd read enough awful supernatural romance novels (for research, he swears) to know that was either very, very bad or very, very good, and honestly he wasn't sure which. So of course he'd followed her around and she'd been drawn into their wolf-related shenanigans just the same as any other newcomer was, and he'd gotten...not less confused, never less confused, because why would the fates allow him such a simple thing as understanding?

There had been the kiss, it had made him see stars and left him wondering and it had been brilliant, honestly, but now he had no idea where they stood because she seemed to change her mind every five minutes. Like today, there she was, pulling up to him completely apropos of nothing, all 'get in loser we're going shopping' (of course he's seen that movie, everyone's seen that movie), looking as beautiful as ever and hadn't she been sniping at him this morning for being such a loser?

He sighs resignedly, locks his jeep and climbs into the driver's side without much protest, there's not really any point in protesting anything that happens to him these days, he mostly just has to get on with it and satisfy his complaining desires with snarky comments.

"Is there some kind of fashion emergency we have to get to?" he asks archly

For Tony, university has been an experience, sure he's a bit younger than the other students and a bit smarter than most of them, and sure he's got a lot of work on his plate with all the electives he's piled on, but nobody here knows him. Sure he's still being followed around by the shadow of his father, but here he can use it, it gets him invited to parties (as does the money he can offer up for booze) and girls actually talk to him! ...They usually stop talking to him pretty quickly, but it's still a hell of a lot further than he ever got in high school. Keeping up with his classes was easy enough, which left him plenty of time for partying.

He's still working on the reinvention that everybody seems to be going through, polishing his flirtations and trying that air of aloofness that he hasn't quite mastered yet, but feels like something he wants to aim for. He's not quite comfortable in his own skin the way he wants to be, but he's starting to get there.

It's at one of those parties he's so fond of that he spots Inara. He recognises her, of course, everybody does, but while other people might sidle up close for her contacts or influence, he immediately sees a kindred spirit. So he wanders over, ready to practice his debonair persona.

"Inara, right? Can I get you a drink?" he waves the cup in his own hand. Plastic, and bright red, unfortunately, but it's got alcohol in it at least.

Peter hadn't been too sure what to think when Tony announced they had found him a friend, he was admittedly pretty socially awkward but he didn't need the Avengers to find him a friend, and while there had been talk of it being 'helpful' and 'necessary' and a 'good influence', he wasn't exactly sure whether he was supposed to be the good influence or she was. Whatever worries he'd had, they hadn't hung around for long - as soon as they met he was too busy being awkward around the pretty girl instead, and he honestly had no idea how it had worked out that she seemed to actually enjoy his company but eventually even that awkardness subsided and he found himself with a very good friend.

He's hanging around a streetcorner waiting for her to show up and resisting the urge to literally start climbing the walls. He's half-bouncing on his heels in excitement because he can't believe she's never been to Chinatown and this was going to be so cool, he is definitely looking forward to showing her a whole new world... of Chinese food. Maybe he should be making Mulan references. Or no disney references at all, that was probably good too.

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