Thread or AIM Log: AIM Log (might be added to later) Open or Closed: Closed Characters: Frank, Matt, Lucifer Setting: Frank's room in Hell Content: Lots of cussing and a little bit of sex...almost Summary: Matt and Frank actually get along for a while...then get interrupted Warnings: Definite language but that's about it
Frankie was sitting in what used to be his bedroom before he and Zacky moved up to the surface. Now though it was just home to his guitars. He'd been spending most of his time with his twin since they moved back. Today though, he just needed a break and to try and work out some of what he was feelling. It wasn't helping though. Which would explain why he was currently sprawled out next to his favorite guitar out of the collection, smoking his way through yet another pack of cigarettes.
Matt didn't have any intention of going anywhere really; he was just wandering around hell trying to clear his thoughts, wishing he'd brought some cocaine or at least his bottle of whiskey with him. It had been a long time since he'd felt this way and it was an all too obvious reminder as to why he’d chosen to stay intoxicated most of his life. Dressed in jeans, sneakers and a black wife beater he had a bandana wrapped around his head, a hat sitting on top of it and his sunglasses covering his bloodshot eyes. So it wasn't exactly the smartest idea to be walking around Hell but then again, since when had selling his soul to the Devil for cocaine and a blow job been smart? Not that he had known what he was doing at the time and not that he had known that the deliriously attractive man was Satan. Yeah, he was a downright idiot the only difference between right then and two days ago was that now he knew it to be true.
Frank sighed and put out the cigarette he'd been smoking, then pulled the guitar back over against his chest and started playing once again. It wasn't even remotely uncomfortable for him to play that way. He usually did a pretty good amount of damage to himself whenever he played anyway. Or ended up just like this because he'd fallen over something. But since the usual thrashing around wasn't working the way he wanted, he'd pretty much given up on that and was now just absently playing whatever came to mind. And for the moment it happened to be one of the songs his brother liked best. Frank had never bothered learning the name or words since he was no good at singing. That part he'd left up to Zacky.
Matt raised his eyebrows the moment he heard music. Music is hell...well at least the song was fitting enough; he would recognize that song anywhere even if it was just the guitar and nothing else. Figuring he had nothing better to do, he followed the sound as best he could, pausing outside of a closed door and frowning a little, staring at the handle for a moment before reaching forward and pushing it open. He hadn't bothered to knock because honestly what was the worse thing that could happen to him. Maybe he'd be killed, eh, he was going to have to die one day anyway. He leaned against the door frame, head cocked to the side as he watched Frankie play his guitar though how he managed to play it lying down like that he wasn't quite sure.
Frank played silently for a bit longer even though he'd heard the door open. He was laying there in jeans with both knees ripped out and a white t-shirt, hands covered with black fingerless gloves that had skeleton bones on the back in glow-in-the-dark paint. "You can come in, you know," he finally said without opening his eyes. It didn't take a lot to know there was someone there watching him play. Only his father or Zacky would have said something by now. Either that or picked up one of the other guitars and started playing right along with him.
Matt arched an eyebrow slowly in response at the words, having not actually realized that Frank was aware of his presence. Grinning a little but not completely, not really in the mood to smile he made his way into the room and closed the door behind him, moving to make himself comfortable on the floor, sitting just a little away from the other, wary about getting to close to him really not wanting a repeat of the last time they met. Leaning back on his palms, arms stretched out behind him on the floor and shade still fixed over his eyes he continued to watch the other for a long moment, eyes studying the way his fingers moved along the fretboard with ease before they trailed slowly back to the other's face. "You know you're not half bad."
"Zacky's better. His guitars are over there," Frank replied, gesturing towards the rack across the room with a twitch of his head. His twin's guitars were also more interesting than his own. Frank's mostly consisted of plain body styles with decals or stickers on them, the one he was currently playing was arctic white with PANSY spelled out in holographic letters, while Zacky's had blood splatters and other artistic touches. It was just the difference between them. He hadn't stopped playing at all, just easily transitioned into another relatively mellow song. He hadn't been playing that way the whole time though. As it was there was a fairly deep gash above his eyes from earlier when he'd been thrashing around the place trying to work out some of the frustration he was feeling.
Matt looked over in the general direction Frank had jerked his head in, his eyes wandering over the guitars in appreciation. He loved music; he didn't know how he would have survived growing up without it. He'd tried to start a band once, well at least he'd wanted to, he had himself convinced back then that he was going to be world famous with his band, that everyone would know his name and wither love him or fear him. The thought and memory made him frown, as always real life had gotten in the way of his hopes and dreams, he'd long ago admitted defeat to everything he had once wanted. His eyes moved back to Frankie, eyeing the gash on his head for a moment. "Bad day?"
Frank stopped playing long enough to sit up, wiping at the gash when it started bleeding again. After that he cleaned his hand off on his jeans, leaving a streak of red across the denim. "Nah, that was from the better part of the day. I kind of get wild when I play most of the time. Today it was hitting the bed while thrashing around that busted me open." Even though the room was pretty big, a large part of it was taken up by the oversized bed. The thing was way too big for someone his size though. "Can you play?"
Matt snorted out a laugh when he heard that, unable to help himself and shook his head. "No. I really can't, I tried once but I was shocking at it." He told the smaller male honestly, smirking a little at the memory of when he'd tried his hand at learning chords, he'd failed miserable. "Besides, I don't need an instrument to be cool, I got a voice." He added with a laugh even though he was only half joking.
Frank laughed a bit, though it wasn't as vibrant as usual. And it probably wouldn't be for a while yet. "Dad can play too. I'm almost surprised he hasn't come to bug me yet since I haven't exactly been quiet in here," he said before getting up to trade out guitars. The one he picked up had a strip of tape up under the strings with the letters "FTW" written across it. After plugging it in and checking the tuning, he sat back down on the floor again and looked over at Matt. "Sing something then. I can keep up with whatever you pick. Well...as long as it's one I know, anyway."
Matt pulled a face, he wasn't really in the mood for singing nor was he really in the mood to let Frankie here him sing, he half expected the other to laugh at him if he did and never let him live it down. He was worried the brat would hold it against him for the rest of his life and then continue to do so into his death. Then again, Frankie wasn't conjuring up zombies to throw in his direction either so he figured he'd just go ahead and use the opportunity that had arisen because no doubt the moment the other got bored he'd be making his life miserable again, not that it wasn't already. "Alright then. What do you know?"
Watching him, Frank grinned before looking down at the guitar again. After a little bit of thought, he started to play again, letting the opening riffs of Enter Sandman ring through the room. Matt looked like the type of guy who had been a Metallica fan back before everything went to Hell. Of course that could be completely wrong, but if so he'd just pick something else.
Matt grinned, despite his mood he couldn't help it the moment he heard him start to play one of his favourite songs and he couldn't help but wonder if the little fucker could read minds. Moving to make himself comfortable where he sat, waiting for the right moment before he started singing along. He knew that he couldn't do the song proper justice but he enjoyed singing it nonetheless and hopefully with any luck, Frankie wouldn't laugh at him.
Frank didn't laugh at all. He was really no good at vocals unless it was screaming, so anyone who really could sing, well...they definitely had his approval. Once Matt started in with the vocals, he listened for a bit before nodding slightly and carrying on with the song. It wasn't perfect though. He always had been more of a rhythm than a lead when it came to playing.
Matt watched Frank closely as he sang until he was sure that the other wasn't going to burst into hysterical laughter and started to relax a little, his eyes slipping shut as he really started to get into the song, his voice a little rusty from not having been used in this way in a while but his vocal chords warmed up quickly enough. The last note rang around the room for a moment before he finally opened his eyes again, glancing over at Frank before moving to lay down, back pressing against the floor. "Wow...I haven’t sung that one in a while..."
Frank kept playing until the song was over. "You're good. You should sing more often," he said quietly before strumming a few more random chords. He wasn't entirely in the mood to play anymore, but if he gave it up there wouldn't be anything else to do but roam or go watch Zacky sleep. And right now he was too restless for that. He had far too much energy and nothing to do that would burn it off. "Know any others?" It was something to do at least and that was always good.
Matt rolled his eyes a little, chuckling softly under his breath as he reached up to remove his shades, putting them careleslly on the floor before folding both his arms under his head and staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah because the one thing the earth needs right now is to hear me sing." He replied sarcastically, shrugging a little as he did so, turning his head to look at Frank. "Yeah I know heaps, you should have seen my record collection before those zombies of yours smashed their way into my house."
"Music is always necessary. At least to me anyway. That's why I still keep these and play every once in a while," Frank said. He looked up from the guitar, meeting Matt's eyes and smiling a bit before looking away again. "Sorry about that then. Zombies never did make the smartest pets. At least without me there watching everything they do."
Matt shuddered a little at the idea of Frank thinking that his Zombies were pets, Christ the kid was absolutely mental, insane and twisted in every way possible and the revelation made Matt wonder just why exactly he was still hanging around on his bedroom floor. "No biggy, there's no point in having a music collection when more than half the city is out of power I guess." He replied with a shrug, not in the mood to argue or get defensive as his eyes slowly moved around the room, eyeing the bed curiously. "That is one huge ass motherfucking bed..."
Frank just shrugged a bit. "There's always power down here though. The place is weird like that. I never thought about asking dad why it's like that though." He played a bit more until he heard Matt mention his bed. "It used to be mine. Well...still is technically. This has been my room down here forever. I just haven't had a ton of use for it lately. Now that we're back I might as well use it again sometimes, right?"
Matt moved to sit up when he heard that. "Great so now you can terrorize me twenty-four seven." he mumbled out sarcastically, reaching up to remove his hat before readjusting it and pulling it back on again, picking his sunglasses up off of the floor and hooking them in the neck of his t-shirt. He had a feeling that he'd be seeing a lot less of Lucifer and a lot more of Frank's games now that the twins had apparently moved back in to Hell. As if his day couldn’t have gotten any worse. "..Maybe I might just take Judas up on that offer of his."
Frank looked over at him and shook his head. "Nah. I'm down here for a reason and it's not to fuck with you. Besides, there's technically a rule saying no combies in Hell. I've gotten away with it so far since I wasn't bringing a real one down here, but the fakes get boring after a while." He shrugged. "Judas is a good guy despite what some people think of him around here. It pisses dad off to no end that the tall fucker and I are best friends."
"All the more reason to take him up on the offer." Matt replied with a laugh, scratching at his arm a little before rolling his shoulder trying to work out the kinks, still nto entirely sure what Judas and him had gotten up to last night, he had very little memory of the whole night and every time he tried to figure it out it just made his head throb.
Frank had been watching him and just shook his head when he saw Matt rolling his shoulder. Putting the guitar aside, he crawled over to where Matt was laying and looked down at him. "Turn over." he said, pushing at the bigger man's shoulder a bit to get him laying on his stomach.
Matt quirked up an eyebrow instantly, an oddly amused expression making its way onto his features as he grinned up at the other, the words that left his lips playful and sarcastic. "Why Frankie, darlin', I had no idea you felt that way about me." He purred out before laughing and rolling his eyes, complying to the shove he was given and rolled over onto his stomach. "Just what do you plan on doing to me while I'm like this?"
"Don't get all excited, Matty boy. There are very few people that I feel the need to top for," Frank replied with a tiny smirk. He waited until Matt had turned over before straddling the man's waist and sliding his hands up over the toher's shoulders, starting to work out the kinks in his muscles. "I plan on fixing whatever that lanky fucker I call a friend did to you. Or I can just leave you here to hurt if you really want."
Matt groaned a little when Frank started to rub his shoulder, turning his head to the side and resting his cheek on his hands where they were folded beneath his head. "Oh no, by all means keep up with what you're doing." He told him with a smirk, unable to remember whether or not anyone had given him a massage before. "And you're delusional if you think that I'd let you fuck me...What's the go with Judas anyway? Is he dead...alive...a soul....a ghost...what?"
Frank laughed softly and just shook his head. "I don't want to anyway. Like I said, there are only a few people I would do that for." Now letting someone fuck him was a completely different story. It just depended on the person. Sliding his hands down, he grabbed Matt's shirt and pulled it up past his shoulders before getting started again. "Judas is a damned soul. Most people don't like him because of what he did centuries ago, but he's never done anything bad to me."
Matt grabbed his shirt as it was pushed up and lifted his upper body slightly so that he could tug it off over his head, letting it fall to the floor beside him. "Yeah I gathered that much but what exactly is he? He looks human enough to me and I would have thought that a soul wasn't entirely solid and...well...yeah I dunno, I could be wrong, here was thinking that the Devil didn't exist and that God was just a myth...wouldn't be the first time I've been proved wrong."
Frank thought for a minute, trying to figure out how to explain Judas. While he thought, his hands were working at making the muscles on Mat's back relax as much as he could. "You know the story right? What happened with Christ and the one that betrayed him before he was killed? Judas is the betrayer. The same one that led the son of God to his death centuries ago. When he died, his soul was given to dad to do whatever he wanted with, I think. Both of my parents hate him though."
Matt knew the story...sort of, not entirely but he knew the gist of it all. What Frankie was telling him was just facts that he had either already known or already figured out and it still hadn't answered his question, he'd tried asking Judas the same thing but all he had gotten out of the other was a bunch of suicidal thoughts and ramblings on how he wasn't completely alive but he had a heartbeat and he wasn't dead and he couldn't die. "Yeah I still really don't get was he is now though...I'm beginning to think that no one actually knows what he is." He wanted to know why, if the Devil and God both hated him so much, did they keep him around, why not just destroy him entirely, hell, the poor dude would probably welcome it. Before he had a chance to ask though, Frank's fingers pressed against a really tight spot just under his shoulder blade and he groaned softly.
"I'm not entirely sure what he is really. I think by this point he's really just stuck. Technically, I think he's supposed to be down here, but dad can't really stand having him around. Not just because of what he did, but because he can pretty much talk his way into getting what he wants. Just like I normally can." Frank wasn't really thinking about most of what he was saying. It was all just common knowledge to him by this point anyway. His attention pulled back though when he heard Matt groan and he looked down to see what had caused it. Shaking his head a little, he started working more on that spot to ease the tightness. "This is gonna seem weird, but can you straighten your arm down by your side for me?"
"Why what do you plan on doing to it?" Matt asked, biting down on his lower lip to stop himself from groaning again the moment Frank started working on the tender spot, it felt so fucking good and yet at the same time it burned and ached...kind of like something else he'd only recently experience. He scowled the thought out of his mind, really not wanting to think about the stupid thing he'd done, if he could go back in time he would make certain that he wouldn't do it, he'd slap himself across the face if he had to. Before Frank could give his answer though he shifted his body, moving one arm and resting on the floor by his side. "You know it would be far more comfortable if we moved this to the bed."
"I'm going to get the rest of this knot out," Frank replied. Somewhere over the years, he'd picked all of this up without really noticing it. Now though he was kind of glad that he had. Sliding one hand up to Matt's shoulder, he pulled back on it, creating a hollow just below the shoulder blade that the fingers on his other hand would just fit into. It was an odd feeling, but it definitely helped. When he let go again, he pressed against that group of muscles again to see how much they'd loosened up before moving. "Yeah, come on. I may be at this for a while with the way you're built. Might as well be comfortable."
Matt grunted a little as his shoulder was pulled back, the movement causing the tight group of muscle to scream and burn in protest and it made him wonder just what the fuck he'd done last night to cause this to happen. He'd never gone near pills before because he knew they could fuck someone up worse than cocaine and yet he'd popped ecstasy anyway, he had known he would regret it later and yet he'd still been dumb enough to do it. "Wow..." he muttered out, chuckling under his breath as he moved to get up, making his way over to the ridiculously large bed that practically filled the room completely.”...pretty sure you're the first one in history to complain about the way I'm built Frankie."
Frank just shook his head as he got up, going to put his guitar away before following Matt over to the bed. "I don't remember ever really complaining about it," he replied. "Now lay down. Whatever you two did last night really fucked up your muscles. You're lucky you can move really with how tight everything is." He waited while Mat got comfortable before crtawling back over on top of him to get back to work again.
"To be completely honest with you Frankie I have no memory at all of most of last night...I remember bits and pieces but I can't be too sure if what I remember is actually what happened or just what I was thinking." Matt replied, moving to lay down on his stomach, resting his head against the large, soft pillows, laughing softly as he did so. "I want your bed."
"Yeah, that's the bad thing about hanging out with Judas sometimes. He can make just about anything seem like a damn good idea at the time, and then later you're left wondering what the fuck happened," Frank said as he straddled Matt's waist once again. He started on the opposite shoulder this time, repeating the whole process all over again. Then moved his hands to the center of his back once again, starting up at his neck and slowly working back down. "If you want, I can ask him what happened later. Judas always seems to remember no matter what he took at the time."
Matt moaned softly into the pillow unable to help himself as Frank's fingers continued to work their magic along his back, mentally glad that the pillow was beneath him to muffle the sound. "I'm not sure I want to know what happened." He grumbled out, although he was curious to know why his loft was an absolute mess and how the couch had gotten turned completely upside down, the thing was fucking heavy. "...You can ask if you want but I really don’t want to know, I'd never done E before probably didn't help that I chased it with whiskey and then a line of coke ...I've seen people do some weird shit on those kind of pills..."
Frank grinned, stopping his hands about halfway down Matt's back and sliding them back up to his neck once again. That was where a lot of tension was and he knew it would take more than just once pass to get it worked out. "I never did drugs myself, but I've seen how people get with them. There was this one guy that just wanted to pet everything as he came down off E because he liked the way stuff felt." When his hands reached down far enough, he leaned forward to put more pressure behind them and dug in harder. "How much do you actually work out, man?"
"Yeah....people do stupid shit on E which is precisely why I've never tried it until last night but I kind of understand why he'd want to pet things, I vaguely remember Judas touching my chest and fuck it felt as though he'd just poked me with a cattle prod. It was fucked up..." He trailed off groaning the moment Frank applied more pressure, feeling the other's hips shift on his lower back, causing him to bite down hard on his lower lip. "A fair bit...whenever I can actually which has been quite a lot lately...why?"
"You know....seeing you all fucked up like that would have been interesting. Maybe just because I can't imagine a big guy like you wanting to pet things." Frank grinned and pushed down even harder, raising up off Matt's body a bit more to get the right amount of pressure. "I was just wondering. I don't really know anyone with muscles like yours. Then again, they wouldn't look good on most of the people I know too."
Matt cringed a little at the thought of himself doing something like that and he really hoped that he hadn't been that bad and if he had been that Judas wouldn't remember any of it. He was actually starting to get a little anxious that Frank might actually asked the freakishly tall undead dude what had happened. He raised his eyebrows and smirked when he heard the next part about his body, welcoming the distraction from the pain in his back, the pressure felt amazing but it hurt nonetheless, like he'd just spent a whole twenty-four hours working out non stop...oh crap...he really hopped he hadn't decided to show off with his weights last night. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "I'll take that as a compliment. Although the son of bitch that calls himself your father has some pretty impressive muscles himself."
Frank felt him cringe and smiled, running his hands back up along Matt's back to his neck again. Even if it did hurt, he'd worked just about every bit of tightness out of the muscles for now. "Yeah I know he does. That's one of the many things I like about him," he replied. Once he was satisfied with the work he'd done, Frank acted on impulse and leaned in to kiss the back of Matt's neck before moving off of him.
Matt gasped softly the moment he felt those lips against his neck, his neck was one of his biggest weaknesses and he tried to stop the shiver that ran through him in response but failed miserably. Feeling Frank get off him, he rolled over onto his side to face the other, watching him for a moment before closing his eyes, stretching a little, listening to bones crack in his back. "...Yeah well next time you see him you can tell him to go fuck himself for me."
Frank couldn't help but smirk a bit when he felt Matt shiver from that one little kiss. It almost made him wonder just what else he could get the man to do, but he didn't try anything. Instead he just stretched out on his back next to where Matt was and shrugged a bit. "I could tell him but it wouldn't do any good. Hell, I don't even know who he's fucking now if it's not you. It's definitely not me though."
Matt really didn't want to think about Lucifer or who else he was fucking, it hurt to think about it and that just made him angry. Grumbling a little in the back of his throat he rolled over onto his back and glared up at the roof for a moment, pissed off at the Devil for using him the way that he had, he could have anyone he wanted at anytime so why the hell did he spend his days in Hell waiting for a visit that never came. Sure Lucifer was quite honestly the hottest man that Matt had ever laid eyes on but that didn’t mean he liked the idea of just being a play thing to the other. Groaning he raised his hands up to cover his face, holding his breath for a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. He'd even let the guy fuck him....he was really starting to regret that one. "I think you should take your clothes off and let me fuck you." He told Frank bluntly, removing his hands from his face, eyes completely serious as he turned his head to stare at Frank. Who was Lucifer to tell him who he could and couldn't fuck.
Frank had been laying on his stomach, eyes closed as Matt though about whatever was on his mind. He wasn't really all that concerned about what he'd said being taken badly. Hell, there was very little at all that concerned him lately. In fact, the only person who really did was hopefully sleeping peacefully in another room right then. Hearing what Matt had to say though, he opened his eyes slowly and looked over at the man next to him. "Would you be doing it because you want to or because daddy said you're not allowed to?" he asked. Not that he really cared either way. He was just curious why Matt would want to fuck him after their history together.
Matt lifted his shoulders a little in a shrug, rolling back onto his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow as he let his eyes slowly roam over Frank, taking his time looking over every inch of the other's smaller frame. "Since when do I listen to some obnoxious bastard about who I can make scream for more?" He asked, licking his lips, his tongue pausing to play with his lip ring, moving it back and forward slowly. "Just thought you might like it." He told him lazily, pretending to not care either way as he moved to lay back down on his back, eyes returning to stare at the roof. "What with the Devil leaving us both high and dry and all...but hey...it's your loss." He remembered what Judas had said last night about just looking at him was better than watching gay porn and he could not help but smirk.
Frank laughed softly and shook his head a bit, propping himself up enough to peel the gloves off his hands. "An obnoxious bastard, hmm? I bet he said you weren't allowed to fuck me or Zacky when he first brought you down here." He didn't care though. Hell it could be exactly what he needed to get rid of the frustration over what had happened lately. "I didn't say no. I was just curious why you suggested it so suddenly. But if you seriously want to fuck me, you're gonna have to ger me out of these clothes yourself. I'm not gonna strip for you the first time."
Matt chuckled when he heard that, head turning to the side to look at Frankie, his full blown grin back on his lips, flashing those trademark dimples in the smaller male's direction, his smile though was far from innocent, it was devious and somewhat evil matching the thoughts that were roaming through his mind at that very moment. "Awww, you won't strip for me? What if I strip for you? I'll even sing you a song to dance to."
Frankie just rolled his eyes even though he was grinning himself. It was the first time in days he'd been able to do that with anyone but his twin so things couldn't be too bad. Pushing himself up, he crawled over to straddle Matt's body once again, this time settling his ass right against the other's cock and rocking his hips a bit until he was settled. And then maybe a bit more just because he could. "Do you really want to waste time with a strip tease when you could be getting back at daddy by fucking one of his precious kids? Or are you just going to be a tease and not follow through now that you've brought it up?" he asked, smirking down at the man beneath him.
Matt continued to grin, the smile never leaving his lips as he lay back on the bed and let the other climb on top of him, groaning softly in the back of his throat his own hips pushing back against Frankie's, the front of his pants tightening a little as the other continued to squirm. "No....but I want to make it worth it." He told him, hands reaching up to grip at Frank's hips, holding him tightly as he rolled them over, his body on top of the smaller male's, hips nestled between his spread legs and palms moving to rest at either side of the other's head. He rolled his hips down and kept them there, pinning Frankie in place, lips almost touching Frank's as he spoke. "Trust me Frankie. I promise to make you scream."
Frank let out a soft groan himself when he felt Matt pushing up against him, his eyes slipping closed for a few seconds. Damn, but he was already starting to look forward to this. "Trust me...it'll be worth it. You don't even have to be nice about it either," he replied with a smirk. A little bit of pain was definitely not something he minded at all during sex. When Matt turned them over, he bit down on his lip and looked up at the bigger man, giving him a look that managed to be both innocent and deviantly sexual at the same time. "Do it then. I wanna see how loud you can make me scream."
Matt smirked, his eyes locked on Frank's as he rolled his hips down a little harder this time, grinding against him slowly. "Oh I had no intention at all to be nice about fucking you Frankie." He told him, voice hoarse and a little deeper than usual, "And believe me...you'll scream loud enough for everyone in Hell to hear, even your daddy dearest." He couldn't help but add that last part; payback was such a sweet, sweet thing.
Frank tilted his head back and moaned softly when Matt's hips rolled down more firmly against him. That was definitely what he wanted right then. "Good. That's the last thing I want you to do with me," he muttered. Forcing his eyes open again, he looked up at Matt and smirked, sliding his arms up around the other's neck and pulling him in closer. "You're gonn have to work hard to do that. Everybody down here heard me scream pretty loudly the day I let daddy and Zacky both fuck me at the same time," he whispered.
Matt let Frank pulled him closer, one hand sliding between them to slide up under the other's shirt, fingers moving to pinch hard at once of his nipples, his teeth moving to bite at his neck, not at all being gentle about it. "If I can make your father scream then I'm pretty certain that you'll be begging me to stop before I'm completely done with you." He growled out against Frank's neck, choosing to not comment on the threesome Frank was talking about, he felt the stab of pain in his chest at mention of Lucifer, fuck he wished he could just stop talking about him.
Frank's back arched, his chest pushing up harder into the rough touch as he leaned his head back to expose even more of his neck. He felt his own twinge of jealousy when Matt mentioned making his father scream, but made himself shake it off. This was not the time to end up focusing on that. "Fucking hell...do it then. I want you to make me scream and beg," he muttered, pushing his hips up more firmly against Matt's.
Matt chuckled, his breath ghosting over Frank's neck as his finger traced slow, teasing circles around his nipple. He was taking his time with this, not because he necessarily cared about the other but because he was stubborn and there was no way he was giving Frank what he wanted straight away especially since the little shit wouldn't dance for him. Besides, he'd never said that he'd make him scream and beg out of pleasure. "I will." He growled out, his free hand reaching up to the collar of the shirt the other wore, tugging it down to expose hi collar bone, licking a slow, torturous line alone it. his pressing down harder and pinning Frank's own to the bed so that he couldn't move them.
Frank closed his eyes and just relaxed into what Matt was doing to him. He couldn't really help the way he was responding to every little movement that the other made on top of him. It was as if Matt already knew all the best ways to make him moan and squirm even though they'd never been in this position before. But then again, at this point he was wondering just why they hadn't yet. Pulling his hands back, he dragged them down along Matt's chest, leaving dark red scratch marks through the tattoos he had.
Matt growled instantly in response, his hands sliding out from beneath Frank's shirt to snake around the other's wrists gripping him tightly and pinning them to the bed, eyes moving to glare down at him. "Fuck up my tattoos and you'll regret it." He murmured, hips slowly beginning to roll against him, his arousal making the front of his pants painfully tight. He thought momentarily about removing the hat he had on backwards and the bandanna. beneath it but decided against it when he realized he'd have to let go of Frank's pinned hands. He had no idea where his shirt or his shades had gotten to during the massage but quite frankly he didn't really care.
Frank smirked, leaning up and biting down hard on Matt's neck. It was almost enough to draw blood. "Maybe I want to," he replied. "But if you want to fuck me, then you'd better get on with it. Otherwise I'm going to go find someone else to finish the job." He might have been a hell of a lot smaller than Matt, but that didn't make him weaker. Not down here where he had the powers of Hell itself to boost his own. With enough of that strength it would take nothing to flip Matt off of him and be on his way.
Lucifer went through a lot of trouble to find rhe perfect gift for his son. He finally found a bracelet that he knew his son would love it and that was just what he wanted. Paying the man behind the counter, he left the store and quickly vanished, ending up back in Hell. He headed towards Frankie's room, entering without knocking and froze at what he saw.
Matt didn't hear the door open, he groaned loudly at the bite to his neck, the skin throbbing painfully even though he shivered in response. "Fucker..." He grumbled out, his grip on Frank's wrists tightening almost painfully. "You really wanna fuck up my tattoos? Well maybe I just won't fuck you now because of that."
Frank just smirked again, sucking at the spot on his neck enough to leave a mark behind. "You will too," he muttered, nipping at Matt's neck again and up to his ear. "What better way is there to make me pay for that trick I played on you than making me scream like a whore while you fuck me? Unless you can't live up to what you've said..."
Lucifer was surprised that none of them noticed his presense, taking the beautiful bracelet he'd bought his son to cheer him up, made of red rubies just like the amulet he wore, and threw it against the wall, sure to get their attention. "I'd like to know just what the fuck you guys think you're doing? Matt, I'd get the fuck off my son before something bad happens. Frankie, you're in big trouble now."
Matt jumped the moment he heard something smash into the wall by his head, staring up at the spot for a moment, his lips half way around a curse before he heard Lucifer's voice and his blood ran cold. His head spun around to stare at the man, eyes staring at him accusing before he rolled off of Frank and instead lay beside the smaller male. He regretted the action as soon as he had done it, the whole reason he was going to fuck Frankie in the first place was for payback, damn why had he scurried away like a rabbit?!
"Fuck," Frank muttered, dropping his head back down against the bed and shaking his head. Ok, so maybe it hadn't been a great idea, but he hadn't expected this either. Not before anything good happened at least. Pulling his hands down, he ran one over his face and sighed before looking at his father.
Lucifer was furious. Actually, furious didn't begin to describe what he was feeling. "I told you it was okay to play with Matt, but this wasn't what I had in mind." He turned to Matt. "Was he better than me? Is this what you prefer?" He held a hand out to Frankie before he could speak. "Not a word from you. I want you out of Hell, and your brother is staying here. Oh, and by the by, you're stripped from your powers as of now." And it was clear from the tingling in his body that he meant it.
Matt moved to sit up, eyebrows raised as he stared at both Lucifer and Frank. "If you'd use your eyes you'd see that he's fully clothed." He spat out in reply, mentally cursing Judas for manking him realize that he was nothing to Lucifer but a pet but then again it was really his own fault for being stupid enough not to see what was in front of his own eyes. Suddenly all he could think about was how terrifyingly hot Lucifer looked when he was angry but he quickly pushed that out of his mind. "Don't you think that's a little harsh? We didn't actually do anything."
Frank hadn't bothered moving or trying to defend himself. Not until his father said something about him leaving his brother behind. "I'm not leaving without Zacky. You can go fuck yourself if you think otherwise." He didn't even care anymore that standing up to Lucifer was a stupid thing to do or that he'd had all his powers stripped away. Anyone that tried to separate him from his twin was going to have a huge fight on their hands. It didn't matter who they were. "I stayed here for him...because he asked me to. I'm not leaving without him."
"I don't recall giving you a choice," he said tiredly, looking over at Matt. "I thought some part of you cared about me. I thought you'd rule along side me. But you're no better than anyone else." It was obvious his heart was broken. "I'll leave you to your fucking but then I want you both out."
Matt's mouth fell open, staring at Lucifer in shock, not knowing what to say, the other had to be lying to him, he'd seen him a total of three times in the weeks he'd been in Hell and only when there was fucking involved. "Bullshit! You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" His anger came bubbling to the surface, outweighing the depression that had gripped him earlier. "You really think I'm dumb enough to believe that I'm nothing more than a pet to you? Okay granted yeah I was dumb enough to believe that until someone pointed it out to me...." He trailed off, getting from the bed to go hunt down his shirt, pulling on over his head and no, he refused to believe that his eyes were burning with moisture. "I can't believe I let you fuck me....Sure you can fuck around all you want. I pin Frank to the bed and you throw a fit! We were both still wearing clothes goddamnit but fine you want me out, I'll fucking go. See you when I die."
Frank had sat up on the bed and pulled back on the gloves he'd taken off earlier. "You don't really have a choice in the matter either," he said as he reached up, wrapping his fingers around the amulet he wore and pulling hard enough for it to break. A second later it was being thrown across the room to join the bracelet on the floor. "I don't care anymore who you fuck or anything else. It's bullshit that you get pissed every time I even think about fucking someone other than you though. Especially when it didn't even get far enough to really be fun. That's your own god damn problem though. Deal with it however you want. But I fucking promise that anyone who tries to keep me away from Zacky is going to wish they could really die by the time I'm done with them. No one is keeping me away from my twin."
Lucifer was torn by the two men yelling. All he knew was that one was a rebellious not so much a teenager, and the other man was someone he was...falling for? Was that even possible? "I'm sorry." he apologized to Frankie. "You can see Zacky whenever you want. As for Matt," he walked over to him, taking him by the arms and looking deep into his eyes. "Do you really think I think of you as my pet?" he asked, swallowing thickly as something wet made his eyes blink. "You're not my pet, you're part of my soul. That's why I chose you. That's why I...." he nearly choked on the words, "Love you." He sighed. "But if you really want to go, I love you enough not to stop you."
Matt wanted to scream, he wanted to lash out and break something, possibly punch some walls, he refused to look at Lucifer as he spoke not wanting to be tricked into things anymore but when he heard Lucifer's words falter he gulped and raised his head to look at him, frowning deeply, looking hurt, confused and more than a little upset. No one had ever told him that they loved him before; he didn't think it was possible and it made his chest hurt. He didn't know what to do, how to respond, he just stood there looking broken and defeated, words getting lost in his throat. How could he believe that Lucifer loved him if he fucked everyone else...maybe it was just his human morals but honestly Matt had never given his heart to anyone, never let anyone close enough, how could he care about someone that was sleeping with other people? "...If you're....If you're lying to me I'll fucking kill you....or try at least....and probably...probably fail....but I'll try..." He had completely forgotten that Frank was even in the room.
Just listening to the two of them had Frank shaking his head. He didn't want to stick around and hear more of this than he actually had to. Not when one of the few people that cared about him no matter what was just a few rooms away. Getting to his feet, he straightened out his clothes again and grabbed one of the many packs of cigarettes he had laying around the room before walking towards the door. "Don't fuck him in my bed. I'll eventually have to sleep there again and would rather not have to worry about finding new sheets first."
Lucifer felt guilty about the way he was leaving, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. "Frankie, you're being impossible," he said. "I don't fuck your people, you should know better than to fuck mine." By people, he didn't mean Zacky, but everyone else. He turned to Matt, noticing he hadn't said he loved him, but again he didn't think he was capable of it.
Matt wrapped his arms around himself, it wasn't because he was cold and it wasn't because he was being defensive if anything it was more of a gesture of self preservation. He stared at a spot on the floor and stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt the other two. He also knew that if he opened his mouth he'd regret the words that came out because he was pretty damn sure that Lucifer had just said 'people' so he wasn't the only one. Fantastic.
"Yeah, actually, you do. One of the two anyway," Frank replied. "Although I guess I can't really complain since he always comes back to me in the end. Maybe he likes fucking me better than letting you fuck him. Who knows." Reaching the door, he pulled it open before looking back, his eyes landing on Matt before shaking his head a little. "And don't worry about giving my powers back. Everything I need is in the other room anyway," he said before walking out, not even looking at his father once before he left.