Hermes kissed Carrick back, slow and affectionate. He truly didn't care for the obsessive way the vampire went after the angel, and honestly riding him had just been his own way of asserting his authority, of making it seem like he'd get his way no matter his position and as far as slaves went, he always came first for Carrick.
"Thank you, Master," Hermes said, slipping off of Samandriel and helping the poor frazzled angel up to the attached bath.
Samandriel wasn't expecting the fae to take care of him once they were out of Carrick's sight, wasn't expecting the gentle, careful touches he got, the way the younger man tried to radiate kindness at him.
"Follow his orders," Hermes said in French almost as lyrical as the way the angel spoke Greek. "Serve him completely even if it's a lie. Beg when it seems he wants you to. Let go of your pride, angel. I've been feeling your grace cry out for you all night, feeling it rejoice in your closeness and despair that it isn't with you yet. I can feel those same dark, empty parts inside you. There is hope. He will not go back on his word and he may even let you return to yourself sooner if you're good to him."
Gentle fingers tipped his chin up and Samandriel looked at honest, caring moss green eyes not at all the boy who'd been so devious for his master. "I know how much you love your Master, Samandriel of the Seraphim, angel of Imagination and Fertility. I know how it tears you apart to be even the slightest bit disloyal to him, but this is the world we live in. If you fight too much, you will go home broken in places that even your Grace cannot heal. You love Mitchell perhaps more than you've loved anyone in a very long time. Show that love and loyalty to him by bringing the brightness you've got in your heart home and not the pain you expect to carry."
The fae kissed him gently. "Let me breaking you be the worst you have tonight. Show him kindness and he will respond in kind. He may not always know he's doing it, but he will." When Hermes pulled back again, smirking a little, he added, "A fae doesn't survive in a vampire's home long if he can't make himself loved. You are a poet and an artist, dear one. I am a thief and a whore. Of the pair of us, you should be far more skilled than I."
Samandriel watched as Hermes cleaned himself up easily, surprised himself by reaching out to touch the younger man's face and whisper, "thank you."
Dropping out of French, he cleared his throat and said, "It was Enochian. What you heard me thinking before. The language of Heaven. The ah...curses are far more evocative in my native tongue."
The fae laughed and led Samandriel out of the bathroom. "So they are." He greeted his master with bright eyes and a brighter smile. "Your entertainment is ready for you, my lord. And I am going to enjoy the vacation you've so graciously allowed me." If Carrick had need of him, he was sure he'd be made aware of it either through his phone or the one dog who didn't seem to love him just yet. He'd work on Anubis for as long as it took. Beings with their names couldn't be enemies for too long, right?