MONTY
happy thirsday! I had this idea randomly today and just wanted to thirst about another dad. but it actually really fit the plot, so I'd consider this a prince of demons snippet (mild spoilers)
And there he is. Larger than life and just as compelling. He’s a lot bigger than a human man could grow, and even Evan has to look up at him when they come to a stop.
He’s standing between columns like he fell out of a painting, butt-naked and only entwined by a large snake. His dark hair falls right into his eyes, and there are small wrinkles forming around them when he turns and notices them coming. Barty catches himself looking at these wide, strong thighs when he moves and the muscles flex a bit.
Evan is just standing there, lips parted and staring. Barty has seen the book on Evan’s couch table. He has to know who they’re standing in front of.
“Minos,” his voice comes low when he blinks up.
They only get a smile as an answer. He looks down at them, stretches his strong arms and Barty can see a few veins. The sight of this body makes his stomach tense with excitement, even though there’s a certain aversion against the man if he thinks about it logically.
Evan’s eyes are trained on the snake that weaves around the man in front of them, and it takes him a moment to realise that he’s looking at a fully naked man.
“Almost,” another smile, almost polite, and he leans down like an adult talking to kids. Which isn’t too far off considering how long he’s been existing for. “My name is Monty.”
His voice is deep and rich when he speaks and Evan answers softly. “Hi.”
Monty chuckles at that. He inhales deeply and his eyes find Evan’s lips, covered in Barty’s dried blood. Evan doesn’t falter under his gaze, and Barty smiles softly, proud at him for keeping his courage even when he finds himself in Hell. Monty does a half turn, his eyes flick to Barty's horns for a second, and then to his face.
“You brought a toy, Barty?” He raises his eyebrows and the snake does another circle. “Your blood is not enough to cover the sweetness of his breath.”
“Shut it, Monty,” Barty responds and rolls his eyes.
Monty’s smile widens. “Didn’t catch you for a prude, but then you’re still not really over it, are you?”
“Monty,” Barty says slowly, the rage that flicks up in his chest at that mention is so sudden that he thinks he can feel the spark on his skin. “Don’t ever speak of him again.”
Evan frowns softly but Monty and Barty just keep their eyes locked. Barty can’t do it again, can’t explode when Evan is around or it may drive him away. The thought of him keeps Barty from clawing at Monty’s throat.
“My son asked for you.” Monty continues and the snake does yet another circle around his stomach.
“You know he's not welcome here,” Barty scoffs. “And he knows that, too.”
“Always so dramatic,” Monty sighs softly.
“Would you move out of the fucking way now?" Barty spits. "We have places to be.”
Monty takes a slow step and leans against one of the columns, making way for them to move through. His cock bounces softly when he leans to the side and Evan is most definitely looking at it not so discreetly.
Barty gets it. Yeah, Monty is forever bound by fate to his partner or whatever, and Effie is pretty cool. But thankfully the boundaries of monogamy barely exist in Hell. And luckily Barty has abilities to accommodate for someone so, well, big.
He has no idea how these two managed to make such a brainless piece of meat for a son. One that Barty would love nothing more then tear into pieces when he gets the chance. But he knows it wouldn’t change anything.
Barty walks around Monty so they can go on, Evan is still hesitating and can’t really tear his eyes off of the big man standing there and towering over them. Barty looks at him one last time before he reaches for Evan’s hand again, seeing how the snake does a final round around Monty’s neck. And when he looks again, the snake has coiled around his body exactly nine times.
