(( Agron's mun has lost their muse since quite a while and given me allowance to finally kick him out of his mother-Met's metaphorical basement, but I never got to it. ))
Check-up with News
One of the Bi-daily check-ups on the Metatron and his egg now finally came up with a result that was… rather surprising.
While Raphael held his stethoscope to the eggshell, he heard a very distinct noise. One that was entirely new and different from the usual wriggling and liquid-movement:
… crack…
"… Metatron? I… believe you would want to come here now for a while" - it was lunchtime, and the angelic doctor was rather glad he had started to eat regularly. But now… well… it might take a long time, still, but…
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The angel turned his head to his healer, a chicken-leg in his mouth currently.
"Mhm?" with a swift motion the bone was on the plate and the Metatron at Raphael’s side with clean fingers.
Something was off, he felt it… He swore he could even see it… something was different about the egg…
But he couldn’t put his finger on it…
There was a heavy, unwell feeling in his stomach as he circled around the egg, eventually sitting down behind it, legs wrapped around it as he usually did, pressing it against his belly and protecting it with his arms…
"… what’s wrong…?"
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"Well…" - he smiled. And plopped down on the floor, squinting at the egg, after ten seconds switching his expression from concentrating to excited, running a finger down the shell.
… there. There it is. A hairline-rip that has been growing since a few hours.
"… I think it’s time"
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"What do you mean… time?!” Metatron growled at the angel, his hand reaching for the area Raphael was touching, almost swatting away the other’s hand… and eventually feeling the tiniest of crack in the shell.
"… Oh God…" he whispered, eyes widening in panic, hugging the egg a little closer…
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"Mmmmh, I think She is not involved this time around… but yes, Agron hatches today. Maybe you can contact him how he feels about it?" - he had said something about telepathic contact.
Being swatted away didn’t actually worry him. Maybe angels had some kind of motherhen-instinct…he had not experienced it yet.
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He put his chin on the egg, making a highly displeased noise.
No, he wasn’t ready for that.
He didn’t want to meet Agron in person.
He was much better of in the egg anyway… save and cosy…
Metatron proceeded to rub his cheek against the shell… concentrating…
«… Agron… are you alright?»
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He remembered disgruntled and impatient noises from inside as an answer...
He remembered panic welling up in him, because clearly something wasn't right about his little chick...
And he remembered Raphael doing his utmost best to calm him and convince him that this process was perfectly natural... despite being hissed at by his superior in a threatening, glowing-eyes manner...
Metatron remembered the sense of dread and helplessness and worry over the course of the next agonisingly long hours... The same anxious fretting he had felt whenever his wife had gone into labour...
He hadn't thought about it like that, but in hindsight, yes... it was pretty much the same feeling... He wanted Agron to be save and okay.
But at the same time he did not want to face this fucker!
He could think of him as a tiny, helpless being. A child, innocent so to say as long as he was still in the egg...
But with every crack in the shell, the moment drew closer when he had to give up that idea and talk to this demon from another universe...
Raphael really did his best, supplying Metatron with calming tea and even head-pettings, despite risking getting his hand bitten...
Even though he didn't want Agron to hatch, it took way too long...
He really didn't envy his wife... at least he didn't have to be in pain through that ordeal... Birth was scary...
Eventually there was a hole... He would not allow Raphael to touch the egg from then on... his own fingers gently rubbing over the shell... like a mother-hen protecting it with fierce care...
Agron was a mess...
A gooey black and turquoise mess... and far smaller than the huge egg had led them to believe...
About the size of a fruitbat, that once cleaned carefully with warm water and wrapped into a towel, even looked a little like a tiny bat-person...
With clear and attentive eyes...
Almost adorable...
The deceptive little shit had the body of an adorable little fledgling and yet the mind of a fully grown pervert.
Only Metatron didn't realise that immediately, since the little butt was entirely exhausted from fighting his way out of the egg... Slept in the moment his towel burrito rested against Metatron's chest...
The angel remembered smiling at Raphael, but the healer was still not allowed to touch the miniature demon.
Would never be allowed to...
Metatron woke that night from a tiny hungry whimpering... no matter what he tried to feed Agron, milk, juice, blood... he refused...
And then, with a tiny, squeaky voice... explained what sort of nourishment he needed.
The following weeks were awkward to say the least.
Agron was adorable. But sustaining him was even more challenging than it had before... because now that adorable thing was watching Metatron while... preparing food...
And sometimes requesting to partake...
Whenever Metatron left the room, he made sure to have a small spell on it, so none of the staff would enter and find Agron.
He would supply the demon with a feast and then leave him to sleep or do... whatever Agron did when Metatron wasn't around...
The Voice didn't sleep all too well in the same room with the tiny creature... so often enough he would just sleep on a bench in the park, or simply work there until it was evening and he would return...
It was there he met Rosario, that young student of... life, perhaps...
Admittedly it was nice to be in that tent and around things that reminded him to his old life... making him forget about that demon lurking in a completely furnished box next to his bed...
He did feel bad about forgetting the time...
And now he was back, in an empty room, with the evening wind blowing through the open window, letting the curtains dance.
He read over the note again that he had found on his pillow.
I got bored. Don't worry, I'm strong enough to take care of myself. Don't think you'll see me again. I can smell people who sustain me better from here already. - Agron
Agron was gone. They were both free.
He felt lonely... and empty.
With a sigh he watched Raven leave.
Letting her fragrance linger in the air a little longer and enjoying the smell...
Then he piled the feathers up in a small ball in his hands and dragged himself back over to his nest...
Curling around the egg, pressing his stuffed, naked belly against hit...
And his forehead... the shell was cooling, which was a bit worrisome...
Metatron emitted a quiet, huffing sound before making sure all doors and windows were locked and the curtains closed...
Then he slipped his hand into his underwear.
"... you happy now?" he hissed at the egg...
The temperature in the room dropped.Or at least it felt like it.It made him feel better for a moment, then his toes started being cold and the feeling became unpleasant.The room seemed darker to him too as he opened his eyes.Like something dark blocked the light.But he looked right up at the lamp and that was shinging in a cold neon light, bright in his eyes.“… hello?” he whispered.Maybe it was a nurse trying not to wake him?Then he heard a voice… saying his name… The voice sounded familiar but it sent a shiver down his already shaking spine.“… Gabriel…?”He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth to stop them form chattering.He pressed his head into the pillow and groaned.“… nhn… any chance… I can… borrow a bit… of your healing… abilities…?”A pale hand reached out to him, healing, but at the same time causing him pain… like an unholy taint.Then he heard a lot of cursing, lifting his head he saw a thinner… darker… version of Gabriel staring at his own wrist… then frantically tearing at one of Metatron’s restraints, unveiling the counter."How long has this been on zero?" the Gabriel with the shadows under his eyes hissed into his ear."… not?" Metatron replied, confused and feverish from the pain and medication."Fuck!" wasn’t the last thing he heard from that demon this night… but the rest was less eloquently worded… more noises…The angel felt so much better in the morning… the nurses finally removing the restraints, pointed out that his counter had run down.It took Metatron a moment to realise the implications."Fuck…" his soulmate was imaginary…and an asshole…
The sleep was blissful… He felt heavy and great and saturated… needs satisfied…His legs still somewhat locked around Gabriel’s knees… the Messenger laying on him, his hair tickling the Voice’s neck."You brought company?" A familiar voice resounded in his ear.His eyes moved to Gabriel’s face, but those eyes were still closed…He could feel hands caress the sensitive spots on his ears, feeling himself harden involuntarily under Gabriel’s weight."Agron?" Metatron whispered, trying to lay his head back, stretching his neck, straining his throat to catch a glance at the devil…Only to have his mouth filled with a demonic tongue, slithering around, leaving him with a certain hunger to have his mouth filled again…"That will be interesting Met."He felt another tongue caress his nipples, fingers raking gently along his side.Gabriel had awoken and seemed still quite… out of it…The angel sat up, looking over to his counterpart which now also guided his attention to this mirror image of himself.They stared at each other for a little while, giving Metatron time to sort things out.Apparently he was dreaming… the surroundings looked much like his tent in the desert had… billowing red fabric, carpets… pillows… and a visitor he had met a few times in his dreams…Agron.But he wasn’t quite sure whether he had actually brought Gabriel along or whether he was just dreaming that Gabriel was there as well…It was strange how they looked at each other, tilted their heads… smiled… as if their being each other enabled them to communicate… without him listening in on them…Then he felt their hands on his body again."Metatron." Gabriel said, with an air of ‘now don’t play shy with us, we know what you want’ to his voice.The Metatron blinked, confused for a moment by two people who looked very much the same in the dim light of the lantern.Was Gabriel now behind him? Or Agron? Had they changed places?He felt hands under his arms… pulling him up…No he wasn’t going to walk and be helpful…But the person didn’t mind that, he just dragged the king backwards."Met you’re heavy!" Oh so it was Gabriel that now leaned against the tent pole… and Gabriel’s pole pressing against his back as the Messenger pulled the Voice closer against his body…"Get up lard ass!" The angel’s hand seized his cock, leaving him little choice but to obey unless he wanted to risk a painful straining…He felt the tip of Gabriel’s member pressing between his cheeks, lubricating just as magically as this whole situation was surreal…Apparently the angelic horn blower enjoyed feeling the weight of the Metatron in his lap, his instrument lodged all the way in the King’s rear.For a moment Metatron wondered what Gabriel’s real musical instrument actually was, if not a vuvuzela… it could have been a flute the way those fingers trailed over his penis…"Hello dear! Missed me?" Agron whispered into his ear, licking over it, sticking his tongue in, causing Metatron to utter a gasped moan."Looks like it…" The demon’s fingers trailed down his chest as he moved cat-alike around Gabriel and the pole.It seemed like a snake winding around a staff… Agron was actually… hanging upside down from the tentpole?This dream was not getting any more weird, was it?Demonic fingernails scratched gently over Gabriel’s wrists, who retreated from that area, now nibbling at the human-angel’s neck, sending shivers down his spine, making him clench his stuffed rear.Agron meanwhile lowered himself, legs letting go of the pole and wrapping around Metatron’s and Gabriel’s head…The demon was eager… visibly eager… His current host had quite the obvious view on his eagerness, it was literally in his face.And then Agron’s hand seized his midriff, holding tightly onto him as he pushed his hips teasingly against the angel sandwiched between the two surreal twins."Open wide Met, we know you’re hungry!" Gabriel’s voice was seeping into his ears like venom hidden in honey.He would have opened up anyway, since the demon’s lips engulfed his own member, taking him in completely and causing him to whimper first, then moan as Gabriel also began his slow, rocking rhythm.The Metatron was rather sure… he wasn’t going to survive this dream with his mind still intact…
(( I made a pose reference to see if it would work out ))
Raphael's treatment had left him in a physical state of soft, warm, comfy cotton that his mind had been carefully placed in...
His body was exhausted in an incredibly pleasant way...
The blood in his veins was cooling down and slowing down gradually and his breathing had become a subtle, gentle purring of sleepiness...
His consciousness had begun to drift into a blackish warmth, sleep was just too welcome...
There was no need or urge for him to wake any time soon...
This was the sleep of a man's body, that had done what God... or nature... had created the male body for...
To put it very simple...
His state of existence was what a fluffy, purring, rolled up cat in front of a fireplace looked like on a cold winter evening...
