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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Seven

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword & @cafekitsune

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief. (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Seven

That night, Vinny and Ricky were chatting before the bar opened, though Ricky couldn’t help but notice how… off… Vinny was. Something was bothering her pretty little head. Ricky sighed and pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her waist. “What’s going on, princess?” he questioned gently, petting her arms.

She sighed melting into him sighing softly, “My first customer this morning… he was really handsome and gorgeous and wonderful… but… towards the end he got really, well, weirded out seeing the gargoyle platform… I’m worried about him.” she admitted softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Oh princess…” he whispered, kissing her temple. “You have such a big heart… fuck… if he comes back, just be kind, okay?” he whispered to her, holding her tighter.

“Okay… I just hope he’s okay. He was so sweet…” she murmured hiding her face in his neck whining softly, with stress of worry.

Up in the rectory, three gargoyles were shifting quietly, the moment the stone had receded, Christopher had slid to the floor, his grief from the morning no less overwhelming than it had been when the stone had overtaken him. He would love it if he could say the day had calmed him some, but it hadn’t, not in the least, hearing Vinny downstairs, just the sound of her voice, did nothing to easy his pain. The image of Chenza’s platform behind the bar, and he felt like clawing his own heart out so he no longer had to feel even an ounce of this pain. He’d been running from all of it for, what, almost two centuries now, hadn’t he?

Sitting down on his bed, Justin and Ryan moving towards him, one of them pressing his coffee into his hand, Vinny, as always, bringing them up their beverages as the café had closed. It was a wonder how the pair didn’t wonder why they never saw their homeless housemates wandering through the place now that it was officially revealed they were here, but, they hadn’t said anything, yet. Possibly in time. Christopher could only look down at the glass, feeling the warmth under his palms. “So… Christopher… about going down to the bar?”

Downstairs, there were cuddles for a few more moments before Ricky picked her up and twirled her around, then setting her down. “I’ll go unlock the doors, princess. You just focus on talking to people tonight. Build that clientele.” he whispered, “Connect like you always do…” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly before going to the doors, unlocking them and pushing it open.

Vinny smiled up at him warmly, “Okay, I can do that.” she said as the door opened and people drifted in smiling and laughing.

Christopher didn’t even have to say a thing, his eyes just lifted from the coffee in his hands to the two in front of him before Justin was opening his mouth to complain. He knew it was a complaint coming his way, the expression on the younger gargoyle’s face gave away his intentions immediately. Ryan, however, headed him off at the pass as he laid his hand heavily on Justin’s shoulder, while not looking away from their commander seated on the bed. Christopher let out a grief weary sigh as he took a sip of his coffee, waiting for what Ryan had to say in Justin’s stead. He had a feeling he knew what it was, and he knew what he was going to say, but he wanted to hear it first.

Ryan focused on Christopher, Chris, however he wanted to be referred, he had a feeling it would still be Christopher for anyone but that little mortal downstairs for the time being. “Now, we both heard that you enjoyed your goodies at the café, and would like the same opportunity to visit the bar. Obviously, if interacting with the mortals is safe enough for you, it should be for us, should it not?” Which was far calmer than he knew Justin was going to come out with.

He had planned to agree, but of course, Ryan would be the reasonable one. “Considering Ryan had his night off last night, he will be the one patrolling with me, Justin you may go down now, but for the love of the angels, mortal clothes. Ryan, if patrol is uneventful, and we have time, we can join him.” The glee on Justin’s face as he rushed off to get changed while Ryan nodded, he’d expected as much. At least Justin was going to stop complaining constantly about whether he got to go down to spend time in the bar.

Ricky smiled as he watched Vinny socialize. She was relaxing and melting peacefully into making everyone feel welcome. He loved watching her work her magic. She was stunning and magical and… he loved her very much. Now, he worked down the line keeping drinks full before seeing a new face sitting down and walked over with a smile.

When the man looked up, he could have sworn he forgot how to breathe… how could he not? Those eyes… that facial structure… his heart pounded hard, and he smiled, walking over. “What can I get for you tonight…? My name is Ricky.”

Justin didn’t waste a second, once he had changed out of his ancient uniform and into the modern clothes they’d stolen, he left. Not even waiting for the other pair to leave out of the balcony before he made the annoying trek around the outside of the building to the front of the bar. Otherwise, he’d have just walked right down from the inside of the Church, but they’d have noticed.

His eyes swept over the people, everything in the bar, it was all so amazing, and then he saw him. Smiling a little as he approached the bar. Ricky. “Pleasure, I’m Justin, ah, I don’t actually know the drink's name. It’s green, minty, with ice-cream, I love it, my favorite.”

“Well… you came to the right place. It’s called a grasshopper, and they’re my favorite to make.” he commented and moved to make it, mixing in the alcohol and mixed in the ice cream. Finally, Ricky placed it before him with warm soft eyes, “I hope you like it, Justin. I… would love to chat more once it’s less… busy… if you’re interested… maybe we can talk after close?” he asked warmly, playfully.

Justin’s eyes danced over Ricky as he worked behind the bar making the drink. He should have guessed it was one of his favorites to make, he made it for him enough. It was delicious, and frankly perfect for Justin’s sweet tooth, how could he resist? Once Ricky set the drink before him, Justin sipped at the straw in the glass as he listened to him, a shudder running down his spine at the invitation of talking… after close. Thinking of the other man, he’d spent time with, after close. Christopher would have his ass if he agreed to spend the night with him, he was a mortal, he was human, but maybe he only wanted to talk for now. Maybe… oh who was he fooling… even if he didn’t… Swallowing, Justin couldn’t help but smile towards him, “I’d be delighted.”

Ricky gave him a warm, seductive smile, “I’ll see you soon, baby. If you need another… just let me know, babyboy.” he purred, slipping off as Vinny came back with dirty dishes and did her best to help a tiny bit.

He blinked a little at that, baby, he, he just called him, oh, oh, okay. Nodding a little before Ricky slipped away and Justin looked back to Vinny. Sipping at his drink as he did, seeing Vinny, however, reminded him about how Christopher had come back to them last dawn. His attention drawn to the platform, the flowers, the bouquet, bright, beautiful.

While he wondered if any of the other platforms for their fallen unit were around the church now, somehow, hers had pride of place. Speaking so low, not to disturb the mortals, not that it would matter, the gibberish Enochian would mean nothing to them anyway. “He misses you, Chenza, always will. Though, She is interesting, reminds me of you, I think you’d like her.” He sighed, drinking some more of his drink, the grasshopper quickly disappearing, it's not like the booze affected him quite the way it did the mortals anyway.

Vinny walked over and smiled at Justin offering a sweet smile as she ran some beers out and Ricky purred softly walking over to replace Justin's drink once he had it mostly finished. His eyes looked him over fondly… possessive and starving… that expression was one of pure desire. It was far more intense than the night before.

Justin wasn’t new to the world of carnal desire, he’d been around for a very long time, and had his own fair share of lovers in his time, both within his unit, and out. None that had become quite as passionate that he would call them his mate, however. That wasn’t to say he didn’t know what the look in Ricky’s eyes seemed like, the man seemed to want to eat him alive, and oh, Justin knew he shouldn’t want to let him try. By the angels, he was hard-pressed to remember at that moment why he shouldn’t want to reach over this bar and- fuck.. Right.. Christopher was back. That was why. He’d throttle him.

Still wanted him to try, though.

Ricky did eventually walk a drink out, and he touched Justin’s shoulder as he passed a sensation of electricity jolted through him, and he trembled with a soft moan for a split second, before focusing on the bar.

Patrolling had been quieter tonight, and for that he was thankful after how drained he felt from the emotional morning. He was going to have to be careful. That kind of emotional toll could be damaging, it was why he didn’t let himself go that far usually, he needed to keep himself in check. He was the commander, he was the one that had to always be in control. If they couldn’t look to him, what was the point of him? Now, in his haste to even get the barest of moments to at least say goodnight to Vinny before she headed upstairs, he headed into the bar still wearing his patrol gear. Just hoping he didn’t stand out too much, Christopher glanced around, Ryan just behind him.

She was just twirling to set more dishes down when she saw Chris and rushed over, fussing gently over him. “Are you okay? I was worried this morning- you can use the main entrance and exit… I found the box-” she babbled to him, concern overflowing from her.

When Christopher saw her, an ease washed over him that both made him feel pure relief that she was still here, and he hadn’t missed her for the night, and guilt… guilt that it was an issue at all. That he felt this strongly for another when he’d already pledged his heart once, what right did he have for another. Yes, he loved, he loved more than one person, he had many lovers, but his mate was the one he came back to, time and again, and she was gone. He did not deserve to feel this again… and yet… this effect… he missed how good it felt, the wonder, the purity, the bliss.

Swallowing though, as she started talking, she was… concerned, about him? A mortal, concerned, about him? Glancing back to Ryan who slipped past him with a shrug to the bar, and Justin who just looked towards him with a raised eyebrow before Christopher was settled back to Vinny. “The box?” What box did she mean, what, box- oh! The cookie box, in, in the rectory! He’d put it by his bed before they all turned to stone this morning… She must have assumed he left he there before he’d gone, gone to go, where ever he must disappear to all day. “I- I can explain.”

No. No he couldn’t. She thought they were homeless. What was he supposed to tell her?

“You don't have to explain anything. It's okay, Chris. Just… I'm here and whatever I can do… I want to do for you.” She whispered lovingly, “so you… come and see me in the morning, and I’ll give you a coffee and some treats. No questions asked. And I’ll be here… anytime you want or need to talk… okay?” her sincerity was so steadfast in her heart It was impossible to ignore.

Her eyes were soft as she gently held his hands, “Chris…please let me support you at least a little bit where I can, even if it's just coffee and treats.”

Looking down at their hands as she took his, Christopher held his breath as he felt her soft touch to his skin outside of stone for the first time, swallowing, his eyes lifted to meet Vinny’s. There was pain, but hope swirling in the depths, Vinny gave him hope even if he felt like he didn’t deserve it from her. She was, she deserved so much better than a monster that couldn’t grow old with her. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, he knew he should, he knew it wasn’t right. Not just because she deserved someone mortal, someone human, but also because, so much, he kept thinking of Chenza, and she deserved so much better than that.

Taking in a breath, as his fingers squeezed her hands ever so gently, “Thank you, Vinny.”

She beamed, smiling back up at him with a gentle look. “I loved seeing you in this morning. And I love knowing I can help make your day a bit brighter. Come on…” she whispered, taking him to the bar and mixed up… a smoothie. A smoothie with vegan yogurt and fruit, putting it into a fancy cup and making one for her self, she walked back and took him to the confessional that had been altered to be a private booth. “...talk to me…?”

Ricky smiled and walked over when Ryan sat down, “What can I get you?” he asked warmly, a small spark of attraction but nothing like that which pulled him towards Justin.

Ryan smiled towards Ricky, he knew Justin had a thing for him, damn, he had good taste, he’d give him that. Looking the guy over a little, “Whiskey, neat. Thanks.”

“Sounds good. I’ll get that for you, any particular one you like most?”

Oh, so he was going to give him options, well, this was interesting. Ryan smirked just a little as he raised an eyebrow as he considered what he knew about whiskey. He probably knew a bit more about it than the other pair, probably knew a bit more about a few things, both of them kept their head in the ground. Christopher so focused on the edicts and their work, and Justin, a good soldier. “How about, Braeval, single malt of course, 50 years at least. Preferably.”

Ricky smirked, “No problem. Let me grab it.” he said warmly heading to the back and was gone for a moment before he returned holding a bottle, “This suffice?” he asked playfully, letting him inspect the bottle, grabbing a shining glass and set it down to open the bottle pouring it in, the color warm as he closed the bottle and pushed the glass to him taking the bottle to the back again before returning looking at him fondly, “Good?”

The little shit, he did not have a fifty-year-old bottle of Braeval single malt whiskey just stashed away like it was nothing… No problem, he said, no problem. Next thing he knew, Ricky was back, and handing him the bottle and Ryan, sceptical, glanced down at the glass cylinder in his hand, and fuck, yes, there it was. Well, at least it appeared to be, a taste tell would tell for sure though. Ryan would know, he knew what it should taste like. He wasn’t just throwing out the brand for nothing. He’d been around long enough, he knew what to expect.

As Ricky poured his drink, sliding it in front of him, the gargoyle met his eyes, it was almost a challenge at this point, despite the fond look. He smiled softly as he picked up the glass, holding it slightly under his nose, well, it had the right scent, oh, the perfume… It was like he could smell the pure earth in the very aroma of the liquid, the barley it was made from, the grain, and it washed over him, so rich, it was perfect. Now to taste. Lifting it to his lips, he took a sip of the amber liquid, his eyes on Ricky as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, so mesmerising, oh, yes. Yes, there it was. The fruity, yet spicy smokiness with just a hint of pineapple, and then that tiniest hint of bitterness that lingered on the back of his tongue balanced it all out and was so very refreshing. “Well, I guess you do know what, you do know what you are talking about. How much handsome?”

He smiled softly, “mmm… well the bottle’s a pretty penny… I guess I can do either thirty dollars… or three kisses.” he teased openly, wondering if he would upset Justin with the flirt. “I think it's very reasonable.” he admitted, offering him some bar snacks.

Ryan didn’t much mind the snacks, picking up one of the crackers and placing it on his tongue to flick into his mouth thoughtfully, money, or kisses. “Ten dollars in exchange for a kiss, I never imagined my kisses would be that valuable, I should absolutely monopolize on that. Here? Or should we take this somewhere more isolated?” Smirking a little, time would tell if Justin was going to kill him for this.

“Kisses are a very import component to finding out if you’re compatible… get good enough at it, you’re compatible with everyone…” he teased, He looked at Justin, “Justin needs to pay me once everyone else is gone… well if he wants.” he commented looking back to Ryan. “My name is Ricky… I didn’t quite catch yours.”

The gargoyle smirked, glancing over to Justin, a thought in his head when Ricky mentioned that Justin still needed to pay him for his drink… once everyone else is gone. Oh, so that was how it was going to be for him tonight. He was the one, good for him. Ryan knew just how to get him what he wanted, too. Glancing back to Ricky, glass in hand as he stood from his stool at the back, “Ryan, my names Ryan, excuse me for a second.” Carrying his glass with him, he walked along the bar right towards the other gargoyle, leaning closer to Justin. Ryan lovingly ran his fingers through the other man’s brown hair with a smile before he leaned in and whispered softly in his ear. He knew just how to make sure Justin had a tab that would make sure Ricky would let him have anything he wanted tonight. Or more to the point, Justin would have to give Ricky anything he wanted. Ryan knew Justin’s quirks, and Justin wasn’t the one to demand anything. With his fingers curled around the back of the giant gargoyle’s neck, as he stood over him, thankfully taller for once with Justin sitting, he pecked him on the lips with a smile before he let him go.

Looking up and over to Ricky as he took another sip of his glass, “I think I’m ready to pay my tab, if you are? Handsome.”

Ricky smirked and moved from behind the bar and nodded, “Absolutely. Please do-” he whispered licking his lips, “I would love it if you did.” he purred warmly, watching him and Justin, feeling heat in his stomach. “You can order more whisky if you want, I wouldn’t mind two payments…” he suggested playfully.

Running his hand over the back of Justin’s shoulders, the other gargoyle not moving as Justin looked from Ryan and then over at Ricky. Justin was too submissive.. Ryan, however, hadn’t had a submissive bone in his body since… he smirked a little towards Ricky. “I might have a bit of back pay to catch up on though, don’t you think, all those lovely drinks you’ve brought up to the rectory for us? I’d hate not to pay my dues.” Surely Vinny would tell him, or had already told him her suspicions about Christopher, he would have made the connection sooner or later with the fact he’d come in, dressed similar to the other man. Ricky wasn’t an idiot.

The bar owner’s eyes widened and he smiled, stepping closer. “Well, if you both wanna pay me back whenever… just let me know. You know where to find me.” he purred, “Granted, the drinks are for the gargoyles. All I ask is that the gargoyles stay safe. They mean the world to me…” he admitted softly, noting similarities to Trust in Ryan.

“I’m guessing you like Trust’s drinks… and… Loyalty…?” he asked, glancing at Justin. “Well… I hope you guys come out to see us more frequently…” he said firmly.

Smirking at the way the other man stepped closer to him, Ryan would be happy to pay him back any time. Tonight, however, he would not dare distract him too long from Justin, now knowing that Justin was going to pay his tab, as it were, after close. “Oh don’t worry, Ricky, we wouldn’t dream of harming your friends, they’re quite charming to have around, a bit bestial, but, charming.”

He’d be worried they guessed so easy, but their tastes in drinks gave them away with the requests from the notes, he supposed. Especially considering he’d already spied what Justin was drinking, and Ryan hadn’t been shy with his choice.

Justin smiled a little as Ricky looked at him, his eyes rising to meet Ricky’s at the question, Loyalty, just asking that, and a shiver ran down his spine he kept so still not to show. “I, we-” Thankfully, Ryan saved him. “We’ll come when we can. We have work too, I’m sure you understand, unfortunately ours is a little less predictable.” Thankfully, Ryan had a feeling being thought to be homeless helped them there.

Ricky nodded, “good. I'm bringing leftovers tomorrow for dinner. We had pan grilled steak. Of course, Vinny insists on doing a tofu steak for Responsibility.” He explained and looked at Ryan. “So payment… be as handsy as you like-” he encouraged with a dark purr.

“Hmmm where to?.. Because I don’t think Justin should get a sneak peek in just what to expect on his bar tab… Do you?” Ryan smirked towards his unit brethren with a wink.

Ricky looked over at Justin before smirking, “I think you're right… we can go to the basic store room.” He offered, leading the way to the secluded spot and shut the door behind them, gently running his hands over Ryan gently.

He chuckled at the pout they both earned from the usually towering gargoyle sitting at the bar with his drink. Justin could wait until he could have Ricky all to himself later, Ryan was sure he’d be more than happy then. Right now, when the door closed, and Ricky’s hands ran over him, oh he was so gentle, cute. Ryan didn’t forget the way he’d roughly scrubbed that cock. Not that Ricky knew what he was doing at the time. Still, he said he could get handsy, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around his slim hips to cup his ass, pulling him against him, kissing him hungrily. Moaning into the kiss, fuck. It had been a good long while since he’d been involved with anyone but Justin, or Christopher. And the last person before that, well, he didn’t much want to think about them. Pain still racked his body from what they’d done to him.

The bartender moaned into the kiss, holding onto him as he held on, grinding into him some eagerly, chest to chest with cheeks burning. His tongue slipped into Ryan's mouth, shivering as he battled his tongue for dominance.

Three kisses, that was the price of his drink, but admittedly Ryan didn’t care in the least about how many kisses were about to take place right that moment as he was kissing the other man. The way his body pressed to his, the way his hips ground into him, it had Ryan lifting Ricky’s ass just a little. Pressing his back against the door of the store room as he growled just a little at the press of Ricky’s tongue into his mouth. Oh, oh, he wanted to play, pushing to dominate him.. Ryan had heard how he was last night, and he smirked against Ricky’s lips, his tongue swiping a little along his lip before his teeth nipped slightly. He shifted and rolled his hips against the other man a bit harder.

Ricky groaned softly, legs spread as his eyes fluttered, deciding to give Ryan the control, it seemed It was needed by the other. He could top Justin later- he definitely could. He groaned, grinding into him some more, shivering in delight.

The way they were positioned, it wasn’t enough, Ryan all too easily lifted Ricky up, his thighs to bracket his hips so his clothed cock could grind against him better. It wasn’t that Ricky was so much all that shorter than him, but he was lithe compared to the gargoyles muscular frame. His tongue pressing past Ricky’s lips this time as his delved into his mouth with a groan, taking over the kiss himself. The taste of the expensive whiskey between them.

He groaned into his mouth hungrily, hips grinding over his clothed cock, savoring the sensation. “Fuck…fuck me….” He gasped softly pressing his forehead to Ryan's as he gasped for air trembling some.

Shit, oh he’d love to fuck him, Ryan would enjoy it, fucking him, right here, against the door, and leave him still dripping with cum for Justin to find later tonight. That would teach him for all the jibes about cock sizes when it came to Ricky being a size king about his cock over Ryan’s. Sadly, he knew Ricky did have to get back to the bar, and Ryan, well, he liked to make sure his partner orgasmed, and he didn’t know Ricky’s body well enough for a quickie… yet. So a different means to get back at Justin, shall we? His lips trailed down the side of Ricky’s neck. While he was marked up with human style tattoos, he knew Justin wasn’t going to miss the bruise that Ryan’s mouth was sucking into the other man’s naturally pale skin with a groan.

He moaned deeply, holding onto Ryan with shaky legs, “Ryan-” he moaned breathlessly, fingers firm against his shoulders. “Daddy-” he groaned, using the name he used for himself for Ryan. It was odd to hear being directed at someone else… but this… oh this was good.

A large hand raised to grasp firmly, but not enough to be painful and bruise, at Ricky’s jaw, turning his head just a little as Ryan worked at his neck. His lips sucking, teeth scraping as he nipped at his flesh to pink it up raw. His tongue swirling as his sucked and groaned against the warmth of his pulse, sucking until he knew he was going to leave a lasting mark. Maybe most wouldn’t notice with the ink, but Justin wouldn’t be able to ignore it, Ryan just knew, he knew.

Lifting his head, bringing his lips back to Ricky’s, moaning as his hips jerked against his, “That's it, Babe, go on.” rolling his hips as he kissed him again, he’d left his mark, that was what he wanted. Feeling Ricky all breathless and clinging to him, wrapped around him like this, was just icing on the cake.

The bar owner mewled and spread his legs more, “fuck- Please- please-” he breathed out desperately and was about to beg hungrily for more. For him to fuck him- he was kissing him again.

Oh, Ricky was such a wanton thing wasn’t he, and he’d been so dominant last night, Ryan was enjoying this. Made him wonder just how pretty he could make him beg if he had longer. “Fuck, Ricky, you sound so good begging for me.” But it wasn’t to be, the door behind the mortal shook a little with the thump of a fist on the other side. Ryan knew immediately who it was.

Justin had been waiting for them to come back, how long did three kisses take anyway? Ricky had people waiting for him at the bar, if he knew how to make any of the drinks they wanted, maybe, maybe, he’d have tried to help out. Of course, if he helped, it would be just giving Ryan more chance to, by the angels- they smelled like- he grumbled under his breath as he knocked heavily on the door again, making sure they’d stop. “There are people waiting at the bar, Ricky, they’re getting impatient, you should probably come serve them. I don’t want you to lose business. I’d help, but I’ve never made drinks before.”

The gargoyle grumbled all the way back to his stool at the bar, about assholes making mortals smell like sex and lust- so stupid- and that was just- argh. Dammit Ryan.

Ricky blinked and let his head fall back, whining softly as he let got adjusting himself again. “Fuck… okay… I’ll be right out-” he called, fixing his hair and clothes, licking his lips. “Fuck-” he uttered, “later… Tomorrow, maybe we can… keep going.”

Then he headed out to the floor mixing drinks and making them quickly, apologizing for the wait. In his pants, his clit was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to go take care of the problem.

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