BEYOND

Multimuse Blog by Dan MEMBER OF UNVEILHQ

[beyonddeveil]

[enshrcuded]

he adjusted his pants, trying to get a little bit more comfortable. he spread his legs giving himself room to breathe. 2 months... so the same time he did. what were the odds. or perhaps something a little more supernatural. honestly, ezra was a little surprised it took this long for them to meet... considering his hunting grounds.

andres was not someone he would have forgotten. what they had was uncharacteristical for ezra, he almost never stayed with the same person for anything more than a couple of days and a week was stretching it. not only that, it wasn't just sex as it usually was with him. they burned hot in that one week, fucked like rabbits (or supernatural creatures) and if ezra was being honest with himself, it didn't fizzle out for him. even after leaving.

he let andres ramble on, though the grin on his face grew wider as the younger man talked. "miss me that much you'd rather give me head first than talk?" ezra chuckled. he couldn't help but notice how cute the other was being. the contrast of his outfit (or lack thereof) and his sudden change in demeanour.

his legs are long enough that he can extend them and hook his shoe behind andy to give him nudge forward. leaning forward, ezra used his hand to pull andy back the rest of the way by his waist. "don't go acting shy on me now, querido. who says we can't do both. you were about to give me a lap dance." his arousal wasn't going down anytime soon. in fact, in the presence of andy and remembering what they both did before only seemed to have heightened it. "i've been here two months same as you. sticking around for now, the mountains are entertaining enough for me, there's a lot to scale and free climbing it so far has been fun... but might be travelling about for my next stunt." his roots have been pretty firmly planted here for now, still trying to discover and learn more about himself. and... now that he’s been on both sides, the incubus was starting to notice certain things — the telltale signs, of the supernatural and of the other being unaware. he couldn't figure out what exactly but maybe that was why they were so drawn together. still, ezra figured it was best not to let andy know about that just yet; it could be a little jarring and shocking and he didn't want to overload the poor boy more than he already had... though he obviously had a different kind of load still ready for him.

[beyonddeveil]

That week they had was... well, basically being stuck in a room and fucking senselessly nonstop, but there were times where they just, talked. And Andy did like Ezra for his playful suave. The guy had a pretty awesome life, at least from the stories he was told. The adventure, thrill and exploits... Andy can't say he is much of a risktaker, and he is a scardey cat. It was difficult not to fall for someone like Ezra, a complete opposite of him.

And also Ezra tasted and smelled amazing too, ridiculously so. Still smells amazing, the natural scent the man has. Just by being near Ezra, Andy can actually feel his braincells dying from blood loss.

"I mean, I'm sorry, I did... I did miss you. Really." It would be a lie if he said he didn't have dreams about the time they had. If he had a way of contacting Ezra, he would have made so many desperate booty calls. "But I also am just... I mean, you still smell amazing and I just wanna suck you off..." Andy doesn't even know where these words are even coming from. Definitely not his brain.

Even the simple act of pulling him in is driving him mad. Andy is so embarrassingly hard and leaking, if his jock was cotton he'd be sporting a wet spot. "You did pay for the full experience." He laughs, sitting on the lap once more, only the fabric of Ezra's pants between his ass and the erection. He starts grinding into it, slowly and methodically, while taking off his tank top. It doesn't take him too long to get into the rhythm of the song in the background and the dance. "Oh, yeah, I've heard they got some great hiking spots." Not that he has gotten a chance to go up there himself, that does sound like something Ezra would do in town. "I wanna hear about your travels," he leans in closer, his fingers toying with the buttons of the shirts while his lips are only a few inches away from Ezra's skin. Not a part of his routine usually, but he really can't help himself. It's not his fault his body is moving downward and his hands are all over Ezra, dangerously close to the belt and zipper of the pants. The only thing that stops him is that Ezra hasn't given him the explicit permission yet, and he is a professional. If Ezra wants to be teased, it is his job to tease the client.

[thisyearsgirls]

[enshrcuded]

"well technically, i'm not skipping them." not with hugh around at any rate. and he wouldn't have it any other way. rictor took another bite, this time larger than the first. again, he waited till he was done chewing and swallowing before he spoke. "i don't want the town i'm living in to suddenly explode. considering how mystical this place is, it'd be easy for something like this to go unnoticed." he'd only been here for seven months but he'd come to enjoy this quaint little magical town. certainly felt more homely knowing there were other supernatural creatures all living around each other.

the tone shifts a little then, just as subtle as the disturbance where they were. it was easy telling the two apart... at least he thought it was, till they started acting like each other just to mess with him (and each other rictor suspected). "you know, you really should cut each other some slack. can't believe it's fun arguing in your head all the time." hugh and monrad were two very different people but rictor knew them as one: he grew up with hugh, knew hugh as himself before he'd merged with monrad. and before he grasped what it really meant he'd come to think of them as together. monrad was with him his whole adult life, guiding and supporting him in his endeavours, just as hugh was. to the witch, from that point it was as if hugh and monrad were a singular entity, intrinsically intertwined, equals sharing a body, even if his feelings for each of them differed. he didn't know everything that was going inside their heads, only catching glimpses of it when he was allowed to or given insight to unknowingly, but it did not take much to know that sometimes they had warring opinions and wants.

"stand there and look pretty." hand on the other's chin, scratching at his familiar's scruff. rictor took a step back, hands moving as he weaved magic around his familiar, trying to pinpoint a source and failing that, a trail to follow, a thread to pull. "be a dear and let me know when the last time something like this suddenly accelerated and got way out of hand." magic anomalies were not too common but happened often enough. he had some general and niche knowledge of it. but not the vast knowledge that hugh and monrad as his familiar had. mostly they fixed themselves out. but sometimes disastrous things could happen if they were left unchecked or worse, exploited. "last i recall, there was that incident a couple of decades ago in poland but... it didn't wipe out a whole town so i wouldn't call that too out of hand. though the trees were warped beyond recognition. can't imagine the druids and dryads were too pleased about that."

[beyonddeveil]

Hugh just rolls his eyes at the technicality of it. He could be really pedantic if he wanted to, but he is sleep-deprived and not in the mood for it. Sharing a body with another personality who comes out when he is asleep means his body is working double time basically. There is no wonder why he is always drinking coffee and energy drinks. "Explosion? Isn't that a little bit dramatic?" Not that he doesn't trust Rictor and his magical prowess, there are many powerful entities in town. He can't help but think they would do something about it if things were that volatile... But Hugh seizes his complaining soon enough. As always, he goes along with whatever Rictor wants to do.

He does, however, take offense to how Rictor fraternizes with Monrad. "Oh, no, it's abso-fucking-lutely brilliant having a sentient tumor in my head, I enjoy every second of it." He says, his voice almost sickly sweet and with a shit-eating grin, a clear sign that Hugh is unamused and even a little bit angry. Rationally, he knows that Rictor doesn't mean any harm by what he says, and it is understandable that his friend thinks him and Monrad as one person. That is not how Hugh sees it, of course. 'I am hurt that you think of me as a tumor, Hubert. You and I are going to be one and the same soon enough.' "Shut up," Hugh grumbles under his breath at the voice in his head, his head turning toward an empty space out of reflex. He then shoots a look of resentment at Rictor. He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it. There's no point in getting angry at Rictor.

The worst part is that when Rictor touches him like this, he still feels like a teenage boy hung up on his best friend. A cherry on top of this fucking shitcake. It's infuriatingly effective, and it hurts whatever is left of the rotting carcass that is his pride. And as the show of defiance, Hugh takes a huge bite of the sandwich he doesn't even like, and chews as long as he can. "Cyprus, December 2007, an earthquake possibly caused by a clash of several magical energy at once. Japan, November 1999, a witch losing control of her magic during a ritual and creating a sinkhole. Poland, June 1984, an anomaly caused by a spell that went awry. Shall I go back further?" He recites the information from the memories that are not his. Monrad whose purpose is to remember and record is the one stores a library worth of knowledge. "Seems like the common factor in those incidents are abuse of magic and perhaps multiple sources of energy clashing, so... I guess it couldn't hurt to keep an eye out." Hugh sighs as the migraine kicks in. Whenever he digs up information from Monrad, his head starts to hurt.

[a7estrellas]

BOYD HOLBROOK as Mo Lundy in The Free World (2016)

[dramastream]

DAVID LEE MCINNIS  By Lim Han Soo, 2021

[snoozingsnoopy]

Josh Segarra as Manny

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY

3x03 - GREGORY'S GARDEN GOOFBALLS

[jrndlph]

gabriel hadn't seen in three days. and after the third day, he was worried that the vampire was in trouble, or possibly dead. gabe definitely was worried, which he never thought he'd actually care. but here he was, laying in bed, and he sighed. he couldn't sleep now. and it wasn't like he was a witch where he could try to find him on a map with magic. he was just a little human, ricardo's words. but when he heard the door open, and the weight of the bed shift, he turned to look up at rico.

everything he said, he ignored. even though he brought flowers and chocolate... of course he'd bring chocolate, his fucking favorite. " where have you been? three day's ricardo? you were gone for three days, without communication. you know, we have these things called cell phones, you could have texted, " he groaned. god, he was caring too much for this vampire.

[beyonddeveil]

Rico blinks, surprised that Gabriel doesn't seem very happy to see him. "Exploring the town, of course. I went to a bar, found the company of a lovely gentleman, and then I walked around looking for a suitable house. Did you know there's a club for vampires? Oh! And I checked out the chateau. Truly marvelous. Why aren't we staying there?" His recap of the 3 days activity turns into another question. Noticing that Gabriel seems stressed, he opens the box of chocolate and pops one between Gabriel's lips.

"Right, the cell phones! I did try to text you but it kept on asking me for pass-words." Rico pulls out his phone and shows the locked out screen. "I'm guessing it's some kind of an arcane lock? I thought about sending you words but I couldn't find any messenger." He pouts with his shoulders drooping slightly. "I'm sorry, were you worried? I figured you would want some time off from your duties..."

[enshrcuded]

"you don't have to make me feel old." being forty felt like a very real thing. a little bit frightening if he was honest with himself. there was so much work to be done. skipping meals and rest was par for the course for him. maybe he should let a vampire bite him or something. live forever so he'd have the time to do all he wanted and needed to do. hugh though. that was a different story he'd have to think about at another time, if he was even seriously entertaining of wanting to live forever. there were so many pros and cons to list down and weight against and together with each other. but again, a problem for another time.

rictor hummed, raising his hand and concentrating on the magical energies in the area. "i've been tracking a disturbance. it's very subtle." he took the offered sandwich, turkey, ham, cheese and bacon, with a healthy dose of mayonnaise. the ease in which hugh (and monrad) provided from him could have been something he would have come to take for granted if he hadn't been raised a certain way: to be grateful, to be gentlemanly. some would say it was expected for a familiar to take care of their witch, especially one with such long intertwined history that ran deep into bloodlines and spanned generations. but if rictor learnt anything in his life it was to treasure every moment and everything — no matter how jaded he felt about how bleak life could get sometimes. he stopped moving then, feeling that minute shift in magic. and pulled hugh towards his exact spot with an arm on his shoulder. "here. feel that?"

the witch then took a bite of his dinner while let his familiar sense the strangeness of that precise position. once he finished chewing, rictor swallowed before expressing his gratitude, "thank you for dinner by the way. don't know what i'd do with you." it was no hot meal but it'll have to do since he was busy working.

[beyonddeveil]

"Oh, please, you're still sprightly for your age, grandpa." Hugh teases with his trademark crooked smile, punching Rictor lightly on the shoulder. Despite their complicated relationship (and the fact that the other occupant in his head would drink Rictor's bathwater if given opportunity), they are childhood friends and like brothers to each other. So it is his god-given right to make fun of Rictor at every turn. "You still can't be skipping your meals if you wanna make it to your eighties." Hugh does care for Rictor and wants what's best for his friend; it's just that he can't tell if that is actually what he feels or that is what Monrad feels and it's just bleeding over. Hence the snark and snide comments. 'Does it matter? You and I share many things already.' He can hear Monrad's laugh which causes him to shake his head to shut that out. Monrad gets more talkative around Rictor.

Hugh chews slowly, not realizing he ordered the same sandwich as Rictor's. And he hates mayonnaise... It's too meaty for his taste too. But at this point, who cares what he wants, right? "Didn't know you were playing sheriff too." He remarks before getting dragged to a spot by Rictor's arm. To tell the truth, Hugh is not very sensitive to magic, his specialty is blowing things up; but Monrad definitely is. 'Some kind of a shift? Or is it a residue from magic? But excellent work, Master Attano, your sensitivity to magic is as always superb.' Hugh, of course, just translates all that as "yeah, sure. Weird. Why are we investigating this?"

The sudden thank you hits Hugh when he is least expecting it. This is why he can't hate his friend. Even though his life is forfeit to Rictor, the fate he didn't get to choose, Rictor has always been good to him. Which makes everything worse and even more confusing, but at the same time, Hugh can't help but feel appreciated and wanted. "That's what I'm here for. Always at your service." He says with a soft smile, though the words didn't quite sound like his own, the smile not the kind he would wear. Once that realization sets in, Hugh reverts to his usual sour, exhausted resting face. "...so what do you need me to do? I don't got all night." He grumbles, obviously trying to swallow that smile.

[jrndlph]

LOCATION: gabriel's studio apartment MUSE: gabriel de la cruz | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters

gabe woke up. he had the best sleep in a long time. but maybe it was due to being back in his apartment after months of being away, and having the vampire gone for a couple days. of course, he was exhausted after the night activities that he completely forgot the man that was next to him. he got out of bed and he turned to him. " alright, yea, this–– we definitely can't do this again. " he stated. he goes to find his underwear and quickly puts it on. " so–– umm, please leave? "

[beyonddeveil]

Hugh stirs and wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in a studio apartment he doesn't recognize. For a second, he wonders if Monrad did something again while he was asleep, but then again, Monrad only lusts over Rictor... So this must have been all him, and considering the fact that his head is ringing, maybe he had too much to drink last night. "Ow, indoor voice, please." Hugh grumbles as he crawls out of the bed. Looking at the guy's face, he slowly recalls the last night. "What, no coffee or breakfast? You'll be hearing from me on Yelp." He jokes dryly, though he is not sure why the guy (what was his name, Gale? Gilbert? and the voice in his head goes 'it's Gabriel'. So useful, having a built-in personal notepad in his brain) is kicking him out so hurriedly. He starts to lazily look for his clothes. "Don't tell me you made a homewrecker outta me."

[jrndlph]

LOCATION: moonlit bar MUSE: elijah james ullman | intro STATUS: open | @unveilstarters

elijah didn't know how long he had been waiting there. he checked his watch and he saw that another fifteen minutes had passed by. they did say to come meet here at 8 pm, right? he looked up at the clock and realized that he would have been waiting for for a good 45 minutes. elijah was a patient man, but even with him, he couldn't give any more time. maybe he'd give them fifteen more minutes and if they don't make it, he'd leave. he takes a sip of his drink and he waits, before turning to the person that sat next to him. " hi there, " he said.

[beyonddeveil]

Wolfram nurses his drink while checking out today's special. The bar is pretty busy and he is certain he can find someone, maybe a were, to sate his needs... If it's a bust, there is always an app which is basically a delivery service. Gotta love the technology. He was about to order another drink, when a guy next to him suddenly talks to him. Wolf looks back with an easygoing grin, "hi there." He did notice this guy sitting here for about an hour, looking at the clock every now and then. Sensing frustration and disappointment, Wolf throws out a feeler. "Lemme guess, your friend is runnin' late and you're wondering if they're gonna show up?"

[timexticksxby]

It made enough sense to put Leon in a better mood than he'd meandered in to the graveyard in, so he was considering that a success. And Ed should too, not that Leon was going to vocalize that much in the moment. Instead, he continued watching the other for a few moments longer, as he seemed to toss and turn over something in his own head, before the hounds retort earned another nod and an easy smile from Leon.

"I'll keep it in mind, for sure. And if you ever need any advice, if it's something I can, feel free to ask. Or just. Wanna talk." Namely because it seemed like the other needed all the help he could get when it came to talking with people but, again, not his place to say anything.

[beyonddeveil]

Ed gives a small nod, pressing his lips into a thin line. He rarely wants to talk, unless he needs to. But talking to Leon was actually not that bad. Plus, Leon seems... young. Ish. Probably? It's difficult to tell how old people are. But if Leon is around the same age as his kid, might be able to help him understand the kid.

Not that Ed knows anything about Leon, where he lives or works, Ed can probably find him based on the scent. "I'll see you around."

END

[enshrcuded]

he was modestly dressed, as he usually was, plain shirt and black hoodie, though one would not expect someone of his wealth to be. but xzavulon preferred the facade it presented — it made it easier to blend it. the simpler things in life were not his cup of tea, for it you have all of life, why spend it not indulging yourself? all that to say that yes, he did have a plethora of fancy clothes, some that probably cost more than people made in their whole lives, but there was never much reason to wear them. besides, no point in wasting a good piece of clothing if he was going to get rough and dirty tonight.

a fun little game of cat and mouse. the darklighter hadn't had this much fun in ages. fred fashioned himself the cat, always determined to chase him down. the other might think he was someone who could go toe to toe with him but to xzavulon the were was entertainment. he was an ancient and the wolf nothing more than a kid in the grand scheme of time. no threat, not really; but he'd be a fool to completely discredit the younger supernatural, however misguided he was.

cornering his prey, acting before the other could, pinning him against the wall. the darklighter's blood was pumping with the thrill of it all. he could have done it telekinetically, but there was something about the act of physicality that aroused xzavulon. they've put each against walls more times than they could count, surely at this point. he heard the man growl and all it did was put a grin on his face. "i've been here for centuries, wolf. your senses must be dulling." he wouldn't lie, he was a little miffed at the needless loss of such a nice vehicle but... "yea, but i would think the car would carry a little sentimental value for you. considering the amount of times i've fucked you in it."

[beyonddeveil]

Fred struggles against the darklighter's clutch, gritting his teeth. He is by no means weak, but his strength is unmatched against Zav (if that is even his real name). The fact that he is so easily overpowered pisses him off, and worse, it reminds him the other times he was pinned down. It's a Pavlovian response at this point that his body reacts in an undignified way... The darklighter's presence has some unsavory effects on him. His judgment lapses and he can't think clearly around the man. He hates that. And he hates Zav for having such power over him. That might be the biggest reason why he wants Zav dead...

His fingers claw at the arm that holds him in his place, trying to pull it away and make a gap so he can slip out, even though he knows it is futile. "I figured you'd have better places to fuck off to and scheme whatever it is that you do." He snarls. The darklighter is elusive if anything, and Fred did lose the track about 6 months ago... That is a slip up on his part. Not that he would openly admit it.

At the mention of the times they fucked in that car– more importantly, the times Zav fucked Fred– a tiny involuntary whimper escapes Fred. He shuts his eyes closed for a second as if he is try to push those memories out, and then glares at Zav. "The only sentiment I've got for you is how much I want to kill you." Though his mouth says that, there is no denying that his body craves the touch and the friction. The semi under his pants is growing only harder as he is held against the wall. "What do you want? I've been here for half a year– why strike now? What are you after?" He questions even though he is not the one who is captured here. If he could buy some time and reach for his inner pocket, he might have a way to create a distraction and escape... Though as the blood drains from his brain, his desire to escape is growing weaker by the second.

[thunderclasped]

"damn, that's a lot of gruesome options to kill or maim. congrats, you're taking home the prize for best introductions in the city." elijah didn't expect flowers & fanfare upon entry - he really didn't, but this seemed a bit of an extreme opposite. especially since he meant no harm - not this time at least. he'd just been taking a stroll in the forest, had wanted to run wild a little, but caught the scent of meat midway stroll. who was he to let that slide?

he at least had to go take a look-see, because he didn't think anybody lived in these woods when there was a whole city right by, with comfortable beds & well, society. but apparently someone did. he saw the flickers of the fire from afar & followed it, finding ... this. whatever this was. "thought there was a party, guess not. my bad. unless you'd like some company. y'know, without death."

[beyonddeveil]

"Wow, I'm honored." Fred deadpans, chewing his steak slowly. He is just taking the necessary precaution, living in a town full of supernaturals. He doesn't know who is out to get him. Paranoid? Perhaps. But he would rather be careful than sorry. This guy doesn't look like a threat; but monsters rarely do. Fred contemplates for a moment, and decides he can handle the trouble if this guy brings it. "Oh, there's a whole-ass dinner party planned. Everyone just stood me up." He jokes dryly with a shrug. The offer of company is a lot more friendly than he expected. "I don't usually take in strays... but alright. Gimme a sec. And stay where you are." Fred warns the stranger before going over to the hidden crossbow and disarming it. He then turns off the landmine with the remote control. "Be careful where you step." He points out where the traps are hidden and where the safe spots to walk on are.

Once the stranger is in the safe zone where the bonfire is set up, Fred grabs a can of cold beer from the cooler. "Consider this an apology. For the traps and everything." He says, although his axe is still within his reach. Because he is paranoid like that.

[beyonddeveil]

LOCATION: Gabriel's place MUSE: Ricardo Reyes STATUS: Closed | @gldnhrt

After his three-day excursion, Rico finally returns to his estate. Well, it's too small to be called an estate and it technically belongs to Gabriel, but Gabriel is his retainer so by extension, the place is his. As much as Rico found the place quaint and adorable, it was far too tiny to be cooped up in. So for the last three days, he roamed the town looking for a mansion or an actual estate he could purchase, checked out the chateau and explored.

Rico doesn't announcement himself since it is quite late and he has reminded himself humans need to sleep periodically. Instead, he enters the bedchamber without making a sound and finds the young man sleeping. The prince sits on the edge of the bed, and pokes Gabriel in the cheek. "Gabriel, look. I brought you some chocolate from the town. And some flowers so you can decorate the house." He lifts the bag in his hand with a grin. "Where do you keep your vases? A nice crystal one would do. Also, how do I purchase an estate these days? I saw a few houses I'd like to own."

[vulcansalute]

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as Toni in The Lost Daughter (2021)

[itberice]