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FIC: Satyr's Seduction--mature--MCR/the Used Mikey/Jepha
title: Satyr's Seduction
author: lisa roquin
rating: mature
fandom: My Chemical Romance/the Used
pairing/characters: Mikey Way/Jepha Howard
series/sequel: Harlequins from Hell
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of thier personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: What's a lust demon to do when her darling spawn are shy and reclusive and stay in the lowest caverns of their cave drawing comics and designing video games? Why employ a matchmaker with milenia of experience at Veil Isle. Forget grandspawn, those would be nice, eventually, maybe, but no decently debauched and decadent Lust Demon should have to deal with spawn past half grown who might actually be ....virgins
warning: Slash, AU to the extreme, there are no bands, there is no sanity, there are very few actual humans. Crack, oh god so much crack. I'd be embarrassed but I'm having too much fun with the insanity.
author notes: for monroe_nell for the birthday goodies offer. and also ~facepalm~

previous fics: Siren's Embrace


Prologue

“Billvy, there's a pushy dominatrix from Hell out there wanting to see you about her spawn. She says she has an appointment, but I'm not finding it anywhere. I bet that little--”

“Settle down, Sulfur Breath, just because you didn't get laid on your week off doesn't mean you need to be rude,” Prince William rolled his eyes.

Gabe stifled the sigh. He'd come to Veil Isle seven centuries before when it had been his Clan's turn to send seven for a century of service at the Isle. He'd been furious when he'd been chosen by lot from the unmated who had reached full maturity. That he had been in the lottery was only a matter of days, if they'd done the drawing even two sun risings before he would have been left out of the drawing as too young. He hadn't left. And he'd tried just about everything to get the Guardian Prince out of his system, not even sex was appealing anymore, not if it didn't mean sex with the willowy beautiful godling that he'd ended up secretary to as his service and never left, even six centuries past his time being up.

“I can't find anything,” Gabe glared. And a week of his dam shoving unmated Dragonesses at him wasn't a vacation, it was hell.

“Brendon means to be helpful. Give him a decade or two and you'll have that little faun in shape, hopefully before you abandon me to go nest with some hot little fire breather.”

Gabe snorted. “Despite my dam's complaints that's not happening in the forseeable future.”

“You'd better send in the Lust Demoness before she has the little one humping the potted plants out there or something. It'll take us a year to get him out of the forest and stop hiding if that happens.”

Gabe rolled his eyes.

“One word about the hardon he's bound to have if she's worked up and you're going to be in deep trouble, Gabriel.”

“Oh...” Gabe raised a dark eyebrow, wondering if teasing the twerp would be worth it. He'd probably hide in the forest at least a month. Of course, William just might send him to the forest to track down the Faun and drag him back by the ears.

“Naughty little Dragons can be spanked,” William all but purred. “You know that, don't you, Gabriel?”

Gabe was quite proud of himself for not moaning and dropping to his knees to beg for that. William's hand on his ass? Gods, yes! No matter how. Instead he sniffed and stuck his nose in the air heading back out to the outer office.

~



William forced his gaze off Gabe's leather clad ass and back to business. He had the notes a very big eyed and blushing Brendon had left him the evening before. The Lust Demoness Donna seemed to think her spawn needed mates—both male and the ages listed were a bit shocking 2000 and 1700, quite close together, Demon spawn were very rarely born less than a milenia apart. Of course, most demons spawned in litters, but Lust Demons tended to spawn less than most demons. He tried to remember the vague often never paid any attention to lessons from the school room eons ago. At 2000 and 1700 both of the demoness' spawn should be well past full maturity, that was about a milenia for a lust demon. Not that they weren't out seeing what debauchery they could find in the human realm by five or six hundred. One thing he did remember that it was almost never that Lust Demons took a mate, though they did keep thralled harems as a matter of near-necessity.

Donna sashayed into his office with a frustrated air about her that had William worrying a bit for the little faun no doubt darting for the nearest chamber with a locking door and the mouthy young dragon out there. She was lovely for her milenia, lust demons didn't tend to spawn until well past their prime. Well, lovely in a rather fightening way with slightly brassy and dry looking white-blonde hair and heavy dark eye makeup, dark wine lipstick and her long nails painted a matching shade, a still trim figure clad in tight leather pants and bustier, looking very much the dominatrix that Gabe had named her.

“I'm to understand you wish to find Harems for your spawn?”

Donna snorted. “Just one being a piece will do. I'm at my wits end. They'd probably die of fright with a harem.”

William blinked. “Only one?”

Ten minutes later he rang for tea, and had his arms full of sobbing Lust Demoness confessing the shame of fully mature spawn, centuries past, and a full milenia past in the elder's case, fully mature virginal spawn who were shy and stayed in the lower caverns of her cave not so much as emerging for food but once every week or so and fleeing in terror from Donna's Harem rather than trying to molest any of them like a normal spawn would do!

“Are you sure they're not--” William swallowed, uncertain of the demoness' temperment and trying to desperately remember what was taboo or not amongst lust demons, he really couldn't quite think of anything beyond fucking progeny or spawning with a sibling. And in the case of two males the likelihood of spawn created between them extremely remote.

“If they were at least fucking each other I could hold my head up at netherworld orgies and not worry about them wasting away!” Donna wailed. “Please I'm desperate. I'll pay anything.”

“A storage room of essential oil casks infused with lust per spawn finding a successful at least short term sex partner.”

“Done.” Donna agreed.



~One~


“You really going to stay?” Daff asked as she settled on the beach next to him.

Jepha leaned his head on his best friend's shoulder with a sigh. “You mad, Daff?”

“Nope. I think I might stay if I could get away with it. But if you're here, then I have a reason to come back and visit often, don't I?”

“You'd better.” Jepha smiled. It really wasn't like Daff could stay. Her father would have a fit. It wasn't like Lord Black Oak didn't have enough fits as it was and had for ages over his third (acknowledged) and youngest child, his only daughter, being friends with a Satyr. To say the Wood Elf elder had blown through the roof a few times was putting it mildly. Even without her father likely showing up to drag her home by the hair, Daff was a Wood Elf and quite attached to the woods they'd been born and raised in. She'd never leave them permanently, perhaps dwell elsewhere for a decade or three, even a century like she had for the service to the Guardian's they'd just completed, but never permanently and young as they both were, Daff had pushed it as long as she dared staying away from the trees of their home.

Daff grinned. “Dad's still suspicious that we both ended up chosen.”

“So am I, Daffodil,” Jepha snorted. Both of them, and their brothers just older than them as well. Yeah, right. That had happened merely by chance.

Daff tossed her long golden hair with a dainty sniff. “Are you implying something, Jepharee?”

“Nope, I'm flat out accusing.” he grinned.

Daff laughed merrily. “That's for me to know and you to never find out.”

“See you admit it,” he teased.

“I admit nothing of the sort,” Daff huffed.

She'd done something when the lottery for seven of the Elves of their realm and seven for the woodlands being had been held. That they'd both been chosen for the century at Veil Isle when they were barely old enough to be chosen, and at least amongst the woodlands beings it wasn't like there was a shortage of unmated adults, the restriction was Nymphs with younglings under five decades, not that there were all that many of those. The woodland population was as steady and slow to perpetuate as the Wood Elves.

“Gonna miss you, you horny goat,” Daff murmured.

“Miss you too, pointy-eared flower,” he wrapped his arm around her and hugged her tight.

“Be happy, Jeph, and keep an eye on my brother,” She murmured and kissed his temple. “I'll be back for a visit in a decade or so.”

“See you then, and I will, you know I will.” Blazes, he liked Daff's half brother Quinn more than he liked his own full brother Bert.

One more hug and she was gone headed to the portal that was waiting back to their realm with the others. He had a couple weeks free time coming, and a few job offers, one playing bass for the house band at one of the clubs on Sin Street, the other working at the tattoo parlor just off Sin Street. Fantasies had asked if he'd be interested in being contacted if he stayed on. The Fantasies Club was..no. It wasn't like there was anything but completely consensual and willing fun, but it was not the kind of fun he was interested in. Bert had happily volunteered the past century—if anyone had a Satyr fantasy he was more than happy to be a party to Fantasies arranging. Poor Quinn had ended up passing out drunk on Jepha and Daff the handfull of times Bert had done that.

Bert was headed back home, happily crowing about rutting with Nymphs the last few weeks. Quinn had agreed to fill in at the Elders resort at the concierge desk with some sort of emergency mucking up the work schedule there. Half-Elf and half-Wildling and not exactly either Quinn had always been something of a misfit and on the fringes of the Wildlings, awful tame for their tastes and like the Elves dared acknowledge he existed when Lord Black Oak so pointedly shunned him. Quinn was older than both Jepha and Daff but the two of them had usually ended up watching out for him rather than the other way around. Especially when Jepha's older brother took an interest in Quinn. Bert fucked anything, even for a Satyr he was a bit much, and Quinn was too sweet for his own good.

Jepha watched the sunset and sighed tiredly. He stood and dusted off the sand, heading back to the keep to finish packing up his room. Tomorrow he'd be down on the western side of the Isle and two whole weeks of relaxing and enjoying what the resort had to offer. It wasn't going to be nearly as fun by himself, without Daff, Quinn and even Bert. But still it kind of took a lot of effort not to enjoy the western side of the Isle. Jepha thought it probably wasn't possible to not enjoy the western side of the Isle.


~

Four days here and Mikey was pretty well more miserable than he had ever been in his life. The music was good, so was the food. The ass grabbing was annoying. Still, he'd seen a real Unicorn, that had been cool and evidently they had figured out who had cursed the poor Elf he and Gee had seen when they arrived. Worm had thought it was kind of odd he'd asked when he'd spotted the Ogre coming out of one of Sin Street's tamer restaurants with his wife the night before.

Mikey rolled his eyes at Gerard and Lyn's hasty retreat. She was gorgeous and adorable, and she and Gerard were so sweet together it was nearly enough to make anyone watching them giggle and coo at each other nauseous. He was happy for his brother though. She was really nice, and even better a Siren.

The bustle of beings around the Island were interesting. The shaded pool was nice, over looking the ocean but the Olympic sized swimming pool was covered by a massive black tent canopy that went yards beyond pool side making it dimmer and darker than the indoor pools. Victoria had told him about that the evening of the first full day he'd been there. She'd come looking to meet him after realizing who Lyn had hooked up with. He'd ended up hanging out with Brian the Unicorn and Victoria at one of the clubs that night. There'd been the odd quarter-Unseeley Hill Witch named Alicia the second morning at the beach front restaurant that boasted the best breakfast buffet on the Isle and had a gorgeous early morning view. She'd come up to him muttering something about curses and devils and attempted to kiss him cross-eyed. It probably would have been more effective if girls did much of anything for him, but at least he hadn't thralled her. She'd been almost relieved when he pointed out he was a Demon not a Devil. Mostly she just wanted done with whatever she was doing and flat out said she was to the point a he would do just to be done whatever that meant.

There'd been the guy that took one look at him and ran earlier that morning which Mikey knew without a doubt he was the reason the guy had ran. He'd gaped directly at Mikey and turned gray and then weaved on his feet as if he was going to faint, when Mikey opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, he grabbed the arm of the little guy he was with turned and ran with the little guy shouting “What the fuck did you see Matty!” That had been bugging him all day as much as the fact he was wondering if he was screwed up somehow, or maybe Gerard managed to do something that Mikey hadn't accidentally thralled anyone. Not that he was anything but relieved, it still didn't make sense.

“You the Lust Demon?”

Mikey glanced up at the guy standing there. “Uhm...yeah.” Mikey tilted his head.

“A guy gave me this to give to you...he wanted to apologize but he didn't want to get near you either.”

Mikey's eyebrow moved just slightly as the blonde laid the envelope on the table in front of him, careful not to touch. Though Mikey was kind of wondering if that was necessary. His ass had been grabbed how many times and he hadn't thralled anyone accidentally.

Sorry I freaked. I've seen a couple demons before and even if they were far lesser demons, the Misery Imps that flit around the Mortal Realm they were bad news. Very bad news. And since I could see them, they did their best to make my life hell. Your Dad was an elemental Sorcerer of some kind I'm guessing you've got almost something that looks like a hint of elemental to you, just enough of him that you shouldn't thrall a supernatural by bumping them or something—you'd have to at least get to heavy making out—a single kiss might make them fuzzy and agreeable to getting thralled but it'll take more than that. I'm plain mortal human, just my great-great-great-grandfather pissed off a witch and I'm the one who got the legacy of that...me I'm pretty well screwed and permanently thralled if you breathe on me so uhm...please don't? You don't look like the type that would on purpose at all. Seriously. The curse is 'see things as they really are' and you look like a really cool guy, just. Yeah. Mortal Human way to susceptible to even an accidental thrall from a Demon of your level. Sorry again I reacted so badly.
Matt Cortez

“You going to sit or just stand there and stare? I'm Mikey.”

“I'm Bob.” the blonde said warily. “He said you wouldn't thrall me...”

“I won't.”

“Cool”

“Buy you a drink?”

Bob shrugged and sat. He kinda looked like his vacation was as much fun as Mikey's. Which was—really not so much. Sure Victoria and Brian were nice enough and he'd heard some good music and the covered pool was great fresh air without the sun beating on him but...vacation alone wasn't much fun even with Gee around somewhere. And he couldn't argue with them getting split up if only to hold off panic.

He'd really kinda like to go home now. But there was no way their mother was going to allow that until he got laid. And getting laid, was without a doubt going to involve thralling someone and he really didn't want to do that. Vacations were way too much work. He kinda hoped he wasn't forced to take another one for at least a milenia.

~

Well. Shit. So much for finally getting up his nerve. He'd almost gotten up his nerve when the couple had joined him. He'd actually smiled and laughed and talked with the two of them. Jepha had caught sight of the guy with the Zephyr Jepha was pretty sure was named Victoria and another guy—with sandy hair and kinda good looking. The couple he'd been talking with earlier, some of the air of quiet around him dissipating while he was with them, well, Jepha was pretty sure she was the Siren that taught Art at the preschool/daycare in Freeman village. He wasn't sure about the guy with her.

He wasn't sure what it was about the skinny, blank-faced guy. The hints of expressions caught his eye though, and the calm. It wasn't that the guy was hanging back or avoiding, he just kinda walked around with an isolated calm to him. And he was cute too. Taller than Jepha and reed-thin. Almost enough to make Jepha wonder if the guy was maybe part Elf or something, his ears were hid by his hair mostly.

He'd been watching the guy for three days. Not quite intentionally. Certainly it hadn't been the first night when he'd seen him with the Zephyr and the other guy. Jepha had gone to listen to the music. And the guy had simply caught his eye. The last two days, keeping an eye out wondering if he'd see the guy, honest. Really.

Okay yeah, today he'd flat out been watching, looking for the thin pretty male. For someone so quiet and kinda disconnected he seemed to have people around a lot. The blonde guy settled down for a drink.

Jepha sighed and forced himself to get up and get moving. Some time at the gym would be good to burn off some energy before he got in trouble sitting and staring.


~

Mikey tilted his head and watched the guy who had been about everywhere watching. It really didn't take all that long to decide that the guy wasn't some kind of security sent to keep an eye on him. In fact the guy looked-- disappointed as he wandered off. Huh. Weird.



~Two~

Mikey was kinda amused. Bob and Brian were hilarious. He'd ended up going out to hear one of the bands with Bob. Brian had been there. The lust pouring off the two of them was kinda making him dizzier than the drink in his hand.

“And there's my stalker.” Mikey murmured under his breath.

“Huh?” Brian turned and looked at him.

“You guys mind if I head back to my cabin? I think I'm going to call it a night.”

Mikey bit the inside of his cheek as the two almost freaking jumped for joy or something. They were really too ridiculous to be insulted by.

~

Shit.

Jepha ducked out of the bar as he caught the guy staring at him again. He headed for the beach, the music from the bar drifted out following him. Damn it.

He really was an idiot. He should have asked him to dance or something. He was just glad Bert was already gone back to their home woods or he'd be crowing and harassing Jepha until the end of time.

“I figured out you're not security.” the quite flat voice startled him. “So why are you stalking me?”

Jepha looked up and there stood the guy that had caught his attention so completely. Rail thin and delicate looking up close, almost more than a lot of elves. “I'm not...I'm just—it's a small island.”

The guy tilted his head but didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Any nuance of the bland expression hidden by the shadows, posture just as still and neutral and nonchalant as it had evern been, but yeah, Jepha had the distinct impression of being so called on that little piece of bullshit.

“Why would security be interested in you?”

“Demons don't usually come to Veil Island, Demon Realms are hid by Demon magic. They don't need the Guardian's to do it. And ya know, playing nice and behaving with the sanctuary rules? Boring to most demons. And getting into a bitch fight with the Guardian's is a bore that takes too much energy too.”

Jepha jolted. “Demon? You're a Demon?”

“Yeah.”

“Full Demon?”

“Yeah. My kind might end up with a quirk of influence from non-demonic parent but—no halflings. Doesn't work that way. Demon's too strong.”

“What kind?” Oh boy. That only happened when you were getting to the higher mid-level and upper level demons.

“Does it matter? Not like I'm going to thrall you.”

Jepha shrugged and stood, kicking off his Birkenstocks and shoved off the cargo shorts he was wearing. The t-shirt was loose enough and he wasn't that much brawnier in his natural form, he shifted wearing it. “Not really. Most Demons don't bother my kind.”

“Satyr. Huh.”

~

Mikey stared a long moment. Phenomenally bad idea. Phenomenally. He wasn't quite that desperate yet. Beyond phenomenally bad.

He had to wonder why the hell a Satyr was stalking him though. That was just weird. Satyrs were kind of...straight. Oh they might nail a particularly pretty Faun if they were hard up and couldn't catch a Nymph but...getting laid seemed to be the point of everything on Sin Street which ever way the particular club or restaurant or spa or service right to the manicurist that offered claw trimming and sharpening. There was enough that was romantic enough, and certainly just hanging out on the beach and being left the hell alone to relax was possible too, but over all...yeah. And there wasn't a shortage of females.

“Got a problem with Satyrs?” the guy demanded almost accusingly.

“Nope,” Not a problem at all. He was actually pretty hot, actually a little shorter in his natural form powerful hairy legs and damn..he dragged his eyes away, upward, pushing thoughts of that the ring that glittered in the moonlight away. Up over a slightly broader chest, the tshirt stretched, outlines of rings in his nipples as well. The ears pointed just a little bit, poking out of shaggy dark hair

Yeah. Phenomenally bad idea. He needed to go plot. He might actually have sense by morning, but he kind of doubted it. That was a damn fine Satyr. And a Satyr who had been in gay clubs every night...that bore some thinking too.

The corners of Mikey's lips turned up. Yeah. Definitely some thinking. Phenomenally bad idea or not. “Sweet dreams,” Mikey murmured and wandered off in the direction of his cabin.


~

Jepha blinked after the Demon. Sweet Dreams? The Demon looked Jepha over like he wanted to make a meal of him. The expression so blank that Jepha couldn't say if it was in a way he might enjoy or not which was really unnerving.

“Sweet dreams.” Jepha muttered.

He really needed to start avoiding the guy. He was in way over his head, and the guy was a Demon besides.



~Three~


Quinn sipped his tea and fought the urge to giggle at his friend.

“It's not fucking funny,” Jepha grumbled.

“Just be glad Daff and Bert aren't here.” Quinn shook his head. “You'd never hear the end of it.”

That was the truth. Daff would be rolling on the floor laughing at the situation he had himself in—once she got done being worried. Bert? Jepha really didn't want to contemplate what Bert might do. His brother was way too unpredictable. “Quinn,” Jepha sighed.

“Well it's not like he's going to violate the Sanctuary. The Guardians would have been extra careful about that before letting a Demon wander around on the Isle.” Quinn shrugged. “Avoid him and relax. A Demon isn't likely to stick around here that long either.”

“Shit. There he is...” Jepha whispered.

Quinn glanced in the direction of the guy who wandered to the counter of the little outdoor coffee bar. Skinny and dressed in tight, possibly girls, jeans, a long sleeved tshirt and glasses. He looked like a strong wind might blow him away. “Settle down, Jephy,” Quinn laid his hand over Jepha's on the tiny little table between them meant for drinks and nothing more.

~

Mikey sat down at the far end of the grouping of barstools and high small tables sipping his mocha latte. Day five already. He doubted Gerard finding a Siren for a mate was going to get their mother to forget about him.

He caught sight of the Human Seer and his tiny bouncy friend.

Mikey slid off his chair and moved to the Satyr. “You can find me later and ask me what you want if you'd do me a favor, Satyr.”

“What's the favor?” the blonde with his Satyr demanded.

“The frightened looking guy with the little bouncy guy over there. Go tell him I'll keep my distance and to relax. If I wanted a thrall, I'd've had one centuries ago, and a willing one at that. It's cool. And I'm not going to get pissed. Neither is my brother. But I doubt he sees much of my brother, him and his Siren aren't going to be coming up for air much the next few days I'm sure.”

“What if he has a boyfriend?” the blonde demanded squeezing his Satyr's hand.

Mikey frowned slightly studying first the blonde, then the Satyr hard. Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Nada. The corner of his mouth quirked up. A Satyr that liked males—aside from the occasional pretty Faun grabbed out of desperation. His phenomenally bad idea, had a hope in hell after all.

He walked off contemplating how much easier that might make his phenomenally bad idea. It wasn't going to make his bad idea any better. Just easier.

~

Jepha stared after the Demon in disbelief.

Quinn shook his head. “You sure he isn't trying to trap you or something?”

“I have no idea,” Jepha muttered. “But like you said Sanctuary...and..” Jepha turned and glanced back at the pair the Demon had looked in the direction of. Both dark haired and dark eyed and good looking, the little one was down right pretty. The taller was looking kind of sick.

“Calm down, Matt, c'mon, it'll be okay.” the little guy tried to calm the other but looking a little nervous himself.

“He said it's cool. He's not going to get pissed and neither is his brother--”

“There's two,” the taller guy yelped.

“He said his brother and the Siren he's with aren't likely to come up for air much. He said if he wanted a thrall he'd've had one centuries ago, he'll keep his distance and he's not pissed.”

“See, told you nothing to worry about” the little guy said, looking particularly relieved himself. “See, not all Demons are like those fucking Misery Imps. Fuck those things are barely sentient, they're more like nasty dogs or something.”

“Do you have any idea what a fucking bad liar you are, Frankie?”

“You're really human?” Quinn blurted.

“Uh...yeah.”

“Never saw a human before.”

Jepha shook his head at Quinn's blurt.


~

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards minutely for just a split second as he heard the crunch of a bit of loose rock under sandals. He knew it was the Satyr. He'd caught sight of him down on the beach a couple hours before and waved. It would have taken some time to find the way up the cliff that Mikey was sitting on. And probably more time to decide if he was coming up or not.

Mikey had been pretty sure he'd be heading up. After all, the blonde had seemed to know him pretty well and had tried to claim to be his boyfriend. That was a nice attempt, nice gesture and all, but the complete lack of any sort of lust between them was totally obvious at least to Mikey.

But there hadn't been any protest made about him being a Satyr and not interested in a boyfriend. Mikey hadn't even offered anything but talking. At least he hadn't intended to just yet. It was the blonde who seemed to know the Satyr so well that jumped off in that direction. Which was certainly a bonus to his plans.

“Why are you up here?” the Satyr grumbled.

“If you wanted to find me, you would. And did.” was Mikey's answer.

“You're as fucking bad as Bert.”

“Who?”

“My dipshit brother.”

Mikey nodded and tilted his head as a Kracken broke through the surface of the water, flew through the air a bit before crashing back into the water stunned.

“Oh boy, Prince Zack's going to be all over that. There's a Kracken settlement not too far from here. They younger males have been gearing up for their Centennial Games too close to the island.”

“She must be hot,” Mikey shook his head.

~

Jepha shrugged. It was hard to tell the males from the females with Krackens, and he wouldn't call any of them appealing but if all the younger males were starting in a decade early for the Centennial games—the winner of which got the most beautiful unmated female (how that was decided Jepha wasn't sure, and didn't really want to know) for their own.

“Pretty,” the Demon murmured staring at the horizon as the sun began to lower and burn reds, pinks and oranges across the sky, reflecting off the water.

“Yeah,” Jepha agreed, his eyes on the strange skinny demon. The strange flattened clumps of his hair poking out from under the stocking cap and the thick glasses that made hazel eyes look just huge drew attention away until one bothered to look, really look. He was a very pretty Demon. And for all his skinny and knock-kneed kind of clumsy he was really...pretty.

The Demon groaned softly and put his face down on his knees a second.

“Are you okay?” Jepha frowned his irritation at hiking to the highest damned cliff on the island fleeing in worry. He didn't like heights all that well, or looking down from them on the edge of a damn cliff. He was a Satyr. Solid ground—well, solid ground with no sheer hundreds of feet drop off thanks.

The Demon nodded and looked back at the lowering sun. “Gee needs to paint this.”

“Gee?”

“My brother.”

Jepha frowned slightly. “The one I saw you with yesterday, with the Siren that teaches art at the preschool in Freeman Village?”

“Yeah. Gerard. He's my only brother. We never had much to do with any of the DenSibs in our mother's harem.” the Demon shrugged.

Jepha was still trying to sort out which Demons kept harems. There were actually quite a few types of Demons that did. Demons tended to do everything to excess. Even more than Satyrs. It'd been speculated more than once that Bert might just be part Demon because he was excessive at everything, even for a Satyr.

“wanna go dancing?”

Jepha gaped. “You don't even know my name”

“So tell me it.”

“Jepha.”

“I'm Mikey. So. Dancing?”

“Ohhh..kay” Jepha said warily.

“Long way or short way?”

“Short way?” Jepha frowned confused.

The Demon—Mikey-- seemed to take that as an answer not a question of what the fuck he was talking about. Mikey took his hand, and stood up by Jepha, then walked straight off the fucking cliff with Jepha's hand firmly in his tugging him along.

Jepha's heart was about ready to explode from sheer terror by the time his feet were on the ground again, this time rocky sand at the bottom of the cliff, about twelve feet straight forward six or seven hundred feet straight freaking down.

“Ow,” Mikey said flatly taking his hand from Jepha's for a second and rubbing it.

“OW!!! YOU WALKED US OFF A FUCKING CLIFF!” Jepha bellowed.

Mikey blinked and tilted his head. Jepha wanted to punch him for how cute the little flicker of almost confusion on his face was. “That a problem?”

“YES!”

“Okay. Sorry.” Mikey's voice was so very quiet. Jepha almost didn't hear him, and ...where the hell did he think he was going! Oh No WAY!

Jepha ran after him and grabbed him by the arm. “Where the hell do you think you are going?”

~

Mikey blinked. And blinked again. He tilted his head and blinked again. “Leaving you alone.” He was a bit confused. He'd thought showing he was really a demon was too much. Even if the particular quirk at being able to float down from somewhere high he and Gerard shared was more a quirk from their father who'd been Half Air Elemental and Half Human Sorcerer and as such had had a very limited lifespan in terms of supernaturals. Mikey had only been eighty when he'd died, Gerard just barely past four hundred.

Honestly, he could float up to high places as well. Not really fly, but kinda float up along a wall, or a cliff's rockface. Gerard had always been annoyed by that ability. But he could float things to him from across a room—books and paints and things like that. Mikey figured it evened out. And Gerard's floating things to him was way more useful.

He was younger than Gerard, and probably had at least another decade maybe two before he slipped like Gerard did. Sometimes his brother was kind of an idiot. Gerard's description of what happened. Yeah, his brother kinda came really close to permanently imploding, dying and setting of a violent sex-rampage on the island. Gerard was about as stubborn as he was dumb sometimes. At least dumb about paying attention to minor details like life-or-death when it came to himself. Mikey wasn't that bad yet. Getting there. But he had a decade, maybe two. He'd cut it off safe and say five years to figure out something or take a few thralls because he wouldn't have a choice.

His Satyr gaped at him. Then bellowed. “LEAVING ME ALONE!”

“I'm a Demon. I do things like float off cliffs. You said it was a problem. I'm leaving you alone. I still have a few years.”

~

Jepha stared. He shook his head. “WARN A BODY FIRST! SATYRS DON'T LIKE HEIGHTS AND DON”T LIKE FLOATING!”

His face wrinkled up, Jepha would almost call it a complete expression of confusion. “You're a Satyr.”

“Duh.”

“Satyr's generally don't go for males if there's females available. Which there are. I'm male.”

Jepha swallowed back a nasty comment. He nodded tersely.

“I'm a Demon. Fauns are much prettier.”

Jepha snorted. Not really. But he waited for Mikey to actually fucking make his point.

“You didn't seem to mind the male. You said okay to the short way down.”

“I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL THE SHORT WAY DOWN WAS!” Jepha bellowed.

“Oh.”

“OH!” Jepha stared.

“I'm used to Gerard.”

“A little warning that you could fly would be nice!”

“I can't fly. Just—kinda float down. I can float up walls too, but not fly. Gerard can float stuff to him—paints and paintbrushes and stuff. Air Elemental Sorcerer aspects. We're full demons, but we got a few aspects putting a quirk in our abilities thanks to our father.”

“Exactly what kind of Demon are you?”

“Lust Demon.”

Mikey's voice was so quiet and small Jepha wanted to hug him just as tightly as Quinn or Daff or even Bert when they were all upset. Of course the prospect of snuggling Mikey Mikey tight and close and sitting in his lap was just not going to stay with in the bounds of anything...decent. Jepha didn't dare touch him. It'd been too long since he'd bothered to do much and Mikey was too appealing.

~

Mikey waited.

And waited.

The burst of lust at whatever crossed his Satyr's mind was distracting. He was kind of sick that it was at what he was. He hoped not. The corner of his mouth twitched a fraction of a milimeter up as Jepha's face clouded.

“You said if you wanted a thrall you'd've had one years ago....How does a lust demon not have a thrall?”

“There's ways.” Other Demons of matched power. Sirens. Satyrs. Living in the lower caverns with his brother and using every trick of control their grandmother had taught them.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen hundred and ninety three. You?”

“Four hundred thirteen.” Jepha shook his head. “Wow.. you don't have a thrall?”

“Never.” Mikey answered honestly enough. He tilted his head. “Want to go dancing?”

“Want to do a helluva lot more than that.” Jepha mumbled to himself.

Mikey grinned broadly. “Okay.”

~

Jepha blushed. Shit he'd said that aloud and---his jaw dropped and he stared. “Okay?”

“More than dancing. Okay. Very okay.”

Jepha grinned and dared to step closer to Mikey and grab his tshirt, tugged his head down and kissed the demon for all he was worth. “Good.”

“Good.”


~Epilogue, five years later~

“You're late!” Donna glared at her younger son.

Mikey gave Gerard a dirty look. Gee was snuggled up with Lyn further in their mother's den, and had the nerve to stick his tongue out at Mikey. Jackass. “Sorry mom, we were waiting for the repair-wizard.”

“AGAIN!” Gerard shouted.

Lyn giggled.

“Repair wizard for what?” Donna frowned.

“YOU BROKE THE DAMNED BED AGAIN!” Gerard gaped at his brother.

Jepha blushed. The squawking Gerard made every time they managed to break the bed was still as embarrassing as ever. Mikey just smirked.


~fin~

author's note 2: ~facepalm~ yes. I really managed to write a fic starring a satyr & a lust demon--and no actual onscreen sex.