Nothing Left To Lose

Maddox Max Accari |24| |Homoflexible| |Light| What I do is none a' ya fuckin' business. Stuck in tha' middle of fuckin' nowhere. For now anyways. I don't like ya so fuck off now, unless ya wanna be seein' double.

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avy-ramirez:

There was a lot of blood. She had it up her arms, on her face and much of her front. Her clothes tattered. But she wasn’t being brought in with the wounded, she was helping to bring them in before she was departing to get cleaned up. It had gone far better than she could imagine, the wendigo hadn’t attacked anyone it shouldn’t, seemed to steer clear of the other residents. It made her look forward to heading back out in a few hours. 

@thelastaccari

Max hadn’t been too happy when he’d been turned down to fight. Even if he may not be the one to throw the first punch, he damned sure had that fire in him and wouldn’t have hesitated. Not that he liked this place or anything but he got the feeling that those attacking would be worse. He’d been leaned against the door, trying not to make it obvious that he was waiting for Azazel’s face to return when the other fighters had started to file in. Max waited and waited, but the demon never came through. There was a bit of unease at that, a bit of panic and he snapped forward when he caught sight of a bloody Avery. “Hey!” he said, grabbing her arm. “Ya--uh...D-Did ya see...Is everybody...”

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avy-ramirez:

“An Accari denies who they are?” Avery didn’t understand the loyalty, despite being the last of her family, possibly even the last wendigo, she didn’t understand the whole loyalty and honor concept that he had attached to his own name. She didn’t hold such an attachment to her own, nor to what she was. “Nobody wants to be friends with them either.”

Max’s eyes narrowed at the question. He didn’t take anyone talking shit about his family, but it was clear that Avery wasn’t doing that. She was just trying to make a point. “No. We jus’ put other shit before ourselves.” Of course, what that other stuff was now that he was a captive here, he wasn’t sure. But still. His brows went up and he shot her an offended look. “Yeah? Then what tha fuck am I, chopped liver?”

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avy-ramirez:

“Why isn’t it for you?” She questioned, looking at him with a squinted expression, trying to read him. But it wasn’t exactly easy, not when she had spent so much time away from humans and their more volatile emotions. “It’s better than being forced to be a cannibal.”

“I’m an Accari. Just ain’t tha kinda shit ya do,” Max replied with a shrug, looking away a little. He knew that he was the last of his family left or at least, he had been before coming to this place, but that loyalty and honor attached to the name hadn’t changed. “I dunno. Nobody fucks with a cannibal really. ‘Least not nobody the world would miss.”

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oftornwings:

He was expecting the other to fight him, in fact, he always expected Maddox to fight him, it had become a near enough constant, a definite thing in their interactions but he surprised him. Eyes drawn towards his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. Patch’s own lips curled up, “Modest too, but I’ll decide that.” The demon ensured, “People are coming, if you don’t want me to take you right here, I suggest you carry that fine ass inside.”

Honestly, Max hadn’t even been thinking about the fact that they were still able to be seen because his focus had been solely on Azazel. Wow, okay that was dangerous. He wasn’t even in that subspace and here he was just blanking out shit that wasn’t the demon. That wasn’t his usual and he blinked once or twice, trying to snap out of it. Max smirked up at the Super as his hand slipped down to the doorknob and twisted it, falling with the door a little as it opened until he could turn into the house. He walked into the house a few steps before he was tugging his shirt over his head--it was already covered in blood anyways--and his shoes came off next, turning to look back at Azazel as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants.

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avy-ramirez:

“I have enhanced senses and all the bonuses of a shifter, for the most part.” She shrugged, fooling with a couple blades of grass that she had plucked out, braiding them for something to focus on. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, here.” She made a slight face, though he could have been anywhere on the sexual spectrum, he seemed absolutely against the idea that he liked dick at all. “Faeries get to have magic, better than being a wendigo.”

Max made a noise in response, but he was more just soaking up the information. Did he really smell like Azazel? The demon didn’t exactly have a scent to him but then again, he was only human. “For you maybe,” he said, not exactly admitting to anything. He took another hit from his cigarette and looked over at Avery. “Magic ain’t all it’s cracked up ta be, trust me.”

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avy-ramirez:

Avery made no attempt to reach for one, expecting the offer to be retracted. “It’s the bluntest argument and the reaction was worth it. I could remind you that you’re surrounded by supernaturals and the human idea of soap doesn’t really remove a scent, especially one laid down that heavily.” Tilting her head a little to the side as she looked at him. “Though it’s curious you’re so defensive about even the suggestion of it. You are the one to start this conversation, bringing up the rumors of us.” Of course Avery had heard them too, how they must have a thing because someone saw them hanging out together.

Max’s brow furrowed a bit at the mention of scent and he grabbed his shirt, tugging it up a little to sniff it. He couldn’t smell Azazel on him or anything really other than what was normal. Maybe she was just fucking with him. “Thought Shifters was tha only ones with that smellin shit,” he grumbled as he pushed the filter back between his lips. “Why’s it ‘curious’ that I don’t wanna be called gay when I ain’t? Sure you’d be pissed too if somebody up ‘n called ya a Faerie or some shit.” He lit the cigarette and took a long drag, savoring the nicotine as smoke filled his lungs.

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avy-ramirez:

“Of course not.” Her eyes rolled, clearly not convinced by his words. “I’m over seven thousand years old, remember? I like to think by now I can pick out when someone is attracted to me and when they bat for the other team.”

Max pushed a cigarette between his lips, a half laugh sounding as he held the pack out to Avery. But her next words had him retracting the offer and he narrowed his eyes for a few seconds. “Ay!” he exclaimed, tugging the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “So ‘cuz I ain’t already tried ta dick ya down means I’m into dudes? Why’s it gotta be like that?”

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avy-ramirez:

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Max’s eyes widened, almost to the point he wan’t sure they couldn’t get any bigger at Avery’s words and his eyebrows shot up. Boyfriend? What the actual fuck? Surely he and Azazel hadn’t been that obvious, had they? “Dunno whatcha talkin’ ‘bout. I ain’t gay,” he scoffed as he pulled his cigarette pack from his pocket.

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thelastaccari:

Max couldn’t deny that he was sort of loving how demanding and possessive Azazel was being all of a sudden, but he damned sure wasn’t going to show it if it could be helped. Apparently he should have let someone bite him sooner. Not that getting the demon’s attention had been his reasoning behind it, the thought hadn’t even really occurred to him until he was being slammed against the wall for his ‘cheating’ ways. But that information was definitely good to keep tucked in his back pocket for the future. The push towards the door made his eyebrows go up, but Max’s only response was a grumbled sound as he stepped outside, eyes immediately scanning the are to see who could bare witness to this. Of course, the offhanded utterances surprised him further, to the point he wasn’t quite sure how to even respond for a few moments. That almost sounded like…caring coming from the demon, but he dismissed that train of thought before it could take root. Blood and sex was all Azazel wanted from him. “Sorry if I’m ruinin’ ya fun,” he bit out, taking the last pull from his cigarette and tossing it off as they neared the demon’s house. “Can always find somebody else ta bite ‘n call ya Daddy.” Max hated the words even as he said them and he was sure his voice betrayed just how he felt about the idea.

Azazel looked over his shoulder, eyeing the other with a small smirk in place, it was evident enough from his mere tone that it was not what Maddox wanted and there was something oddly satisfying about that to the demon. He spent a lot of time with humans over the years, wooed them, fed from them, even killed them and never before had he allowed them to form this kind of attachment to them and yet he had decided to neglect his usual routine with this particular male, allowing them to become jealous of anybody else’s involvement. The patch didn’t waver as he turned on his heel and came to a stop before Maddox, head cocking to the side, “Now, now, Maddox.” He purred, “If I didn’t know any better, I would presume the thought of that annoys you.” Azazel’s smile only grew as he trailed his tongue over his lower lip,  eyes trailing hungrily over the other’s frame, doing his best to respect that he preferred to be away from prying eyes before Patch fucked him. The demon stepped back, eyes never leaving Max’s own as he edged towards his home that had finally come into view. Turning, he took the rest of the way in silence before immediately pinning Max against the cabin door, “I could always find someone else, but then they wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now, would they?”

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Max only rolled his eyes in response, not brave enough to admit that what Azazel said was true. He didn't like the idea of the demon with any fucking body else and it seemed the feeling was mutual. It also seemed that it may be one of those things that was understood but never actually spoken out loud. Or maybe it would be. The demon seemed to surprise him at every turn. Max relaxed with the Super's force, his body responding well to bring pinned once again. The high of their earlier encounter had already faded and he was desperate for more. "'Course not," he shot back as he met Azazel's eyes readily and licked over his lips. "I'm one of a kind, Daddy."

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oftornwings:

Attempting to stifle his amusement towards the others improvement in attitude towards Patch more recently, the demon decided it was best not to comment, in case it forced him to back off – he’d gotten Maddox now and was not going to chase him any longer, only restrain him, and fuck him like the good little slut he could be. He flashed the other cheeky grin before heading out into the main floor of the boarding house, eyes still glancing in every direction, his mind beginning to question if he did in fact see Leviathan, as he wasn’t able to find a trace or even the scent of the Prince now. Azazel pushed Maddox towards the door, taking one last look around them before ushering him from the building. “We may have to do something about this pesky healing business of yours, Maddox.” The demon commented absent mindedly, though his only solution so far was to offer his demonic services to the other, which would make him considerably less tolerable and possibly less tasty – which Patch simply wouldn’t allow. “I’m not usually in the business of waiting but it seems less of an irritation than it would be to kill you.” The demon taunted, moving quickly towards his house.

Max couldn’t deny that he was sort of loving how demanding and possessive Azazel was being all of a sudden, but he damned sure wasn’t going to show it if it could be helped. Apparently he should have let someone bite him sooner. Not that getting the demon’s attention had been his reasoning behind it, the thought hadn’t even really occurred to him until he was being slammed against the wall for his ‘cheating’ ways. But that information was definitely good to keep tucked in his back pocket for the future. The push towards the door made his eyebrows go up, but Max’s only response was a grumbled sound as he stepped outside, eyes immediately scanning the are to see who could bare witness to this. Of course, the offhanded utterances surprised him further, to the point he wasn’t quite sure how to even respond for a few moments. That almost sounded like...caring coming from the demon, but he dismissed that train of thought before it could take root. Blood and sex was all Azazel wanted from him. “Sorry if I’m ruinin’ ya fun,” he bit out, taking the last pull from his cigarette and tossing it off as they neared the demon’s house. “Can always find somebody else ta bite ‘n call ya Daddy.” Max hated the words even as he said them and he was sure his voice betrayed just how he felt about the idea.

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domincnt:

Gabe watched the other with a slight fascination, eyes widening as he watched Max lick up his own blood. It stirred something in him but he did his best to remember Rabbit, his boy, he wouldn’t find interest with another human, despite the intoxication. “So I look old enough t’be your dad then?” The alpha chuckled, nodding his head, “Guess tha’s fair.”

Wrist dropping down, Max licked over his lips to catch the last traces of crimson that lingered there as he looked back over at Gabe. “Eh, I guess? Been a long time since I seen ‘em,” he replied honestly. Before he could let the thoughts take hold though, he pushed them away. He could deal with his shit later. “Either way, ya stuck with it now.”

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oftornwings:

The male was very aware that the other didn’t follow him immediately and of course, the demon thought to pass comment but he mostly took the stairs two at a time to ensure Levi was long gone. Pulling open the door, he looked around, but they appeared to be mostly alone, “Don’t worry, brat, nobody’s around to see the mess I made out of you,” Aazel taunted, glancing back over his shoulder towards Max, head cocking to the side as a small smirk danced on his lips, “Fuck, I am far from done with you.”

Max had managed to catch up with Azazel by the time the demon reached the door, a little surprised by the quick pace. Was he that eager to have another go? Not that he was complaining at fucking all. The assurance did little to actually erase his worry, but it did ease it a bit. He took another draw from his cigarette, eyes going a little wide as he felt the demon’s cum dripping down the back of his leg. “Good. I was ‘bout ta be disappointed,” he shot back, trying to cover the way Azazel’s words ran through him and made him want. Fuck when had he turned into such a greedy little slut? Surely it was the demon’s doing. Pushing the thoughts aside, he followed Azazel quickly, no hesitation now because he wanted more.

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oftornwings:

He could feel the submissive nature of the other slowly slipping away and while he enjoyed Max’s bratty attitude, he had hoped to cling to it for that bit longer. The demon grunted as the other sunk his teeth into his lower lip, a faint smile curling up on the corners of his mouth before his brows knitted into one another. Aza. He wasn’t so sure about that nickname, while of course it was simply Maddox’s twist on his name, his nickname was Patch and had been for the longest time, anything else other than his name felt unfamiliar. Despite his reluctance to accept it, however, he decided to keep quiet for now. Frowning more so when the male leaned away from him, the demon raised an eyebrow and held in a hiss, “Did I say I was?” He responded, “You are not bleeding too much, you can still stand, I’m far from done with you, Maddox.” Turning away from the other, he took one last glance over his shoulder towards the mess they made before smirking and heading up the stairs, “Hurry.” He instructed the other as he made his way towards the exit.

Max couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him at Azazel’s words, but he still did his best to hide his interest, eyes rolling and hands patting his pockets for his cigarettes. After his little performance down here, he couldn’t seem too eager. Had to earn some of his badass self back. He wasn’t some little bitch, or at least, he didn’t want the demon to think he was. Max stayed where he was as he plucked a cigarette from the pack, pushed the filter to his still slightly bloody lips and ignited the tip. His eyes stayed on Azazel though and he pushed off from the wall to follow before he disappeared from sight completely, doing his best not to think about how it was going to look with them walking out together with him covered in blood and red still on the demon’s mouth.

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oftornwings:

The other remained playful, apparently for long enough to offer his name when Patch requested and his lips pulled up at the sides as the other gave his name in it’s entirety. “Maddox Micah Accari,” The name flowed from his lips like silk and his bloodstained teeth did little to dampen his appreciative smile, “Such a beautiful name.” He continued to purr, cocking his head from the side as he ran his finger over the wound on the other’s neck, smoothing the crimson over his lips and crushing his own to them, tasting his blood on his lips only made him want to go for an immediate round two. “My name is Azazel, this – body belong to a Mr Mikkelson, but Azazel will do just fine, dear.”

Max finished tugging his pants back up, trying to figure out exactly what had possessed him to offer up his full name instead of just the standard ‘Max’ he went by. Still, he couldn’t deny he loved the way it sounded rolling off the demon’s tongue. He rolled his eyes at the comment, finger coming up to rub at the corner of his mouth, his usual ‘fuck you’ attitude starting to settle back in as the high of everything began to ebb away. Of course then there were fingers against the wound in his neck, pulling a hiss from his lips as they were smeared red and claimed by the demon’s mouth. Still, he melted into the kiss, nipping at the man’s lower lip harshly as he pulled away, almost as if asking for more. “Alright, Aza,” Max responded, shortening the given name. It was almost odd to finally have a name to put with the demon he’d found himself so drawn to. Made it real. And that was kind of scary. He leaned back against the wall, arms crossing over his chest and his shoulder rubbing red against the paint from the other bite. Not like he hadn’t already made a mess on the floor anyways. “Ya done with me now or what?”

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domincnt:

Gabe’s breathing hadn’t slowed exactly, he very much wanted to continue and the evident disappointment on the male’s face was certainly not helping, “Papa bear?” The man narrowed his eyes, “Ain’t ever been called Papa Bear before.”

“First time for everythin’,” Max replied with a shrug, licking over his wrist a final time to encourage the bleeding to stop since the Shifter seemed to be serious about not wanting to feed anymore. “’Sides, kinda fits ya.”

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avy-ramirez:

“No. I imagine not.” She broke away from his gaze immediately, ashamed to hold it when she was struggling to resist the urge to take a bite out of him. He was her friend, about the only freind she had made here thus far and here she was trying to convince herself to not murder him just for something to eat.

Max frowned when Avery looked away and he glanced around, trying to think of some way to help. “Well, can’tcha like...I dunno...Go eat somethin’ in tha woods or somethin’?” He had no idea what she was, but some wild animal seemed an acceptable meal for most, right? Meat was meat.

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oftornwings:

The male’s climax had been enough the previous time to kick off Patch’s own and this time was certainly no difference, as the male’s muscles tightened around him and his frame practically convulsed, pleasure rippled throughout the demon and his movements became more so erratic. Hips smashed against Max’s ass, the curse that fled his lips along with the beg for him to find his finish was enough to drive him to the edge and Patch wasn’t going to bother argue, despite rather seeing him lap up his finish just like last time. “Fuck,” Aza grunted, adjusting his position, grabbing both his hips with his hands, burying his nails into the flesh, loving how the skin tainted purple beneath his touch as he continued to thrust deeply into his counterpart. “Baby–” The other breathed, teeth taking a hold of his lower lip to prevent the loud moan that still manage to tumble from his mouth as he came, hard, into the other. Patch continued to move, less than graceful, still pumping hard and deep into the other with twitching movements as he rode out his orgasm, only collapsing against the other when he was sure he was finished. “Holy shit.” The demon hummed in a blissful state, slowly pulling himself out of the other and smirking to himself as he stepped back and enjoyed the view. Azazel let out a low growl, smacking the other’s bare ass before leaning down to pull up his jeans. Turning Max abruptly and pushing him against the wall, he wondered if he still had some power over the little brat, “Tell me your name.”

Max knew from the way fingers dug into his hips again and the sudden harder thrusts that he was going to get what he wanted. A part of him might even have felt spoiled in the moment, but he was too far gone to think on how he was getting his way. His back arched as best he could given the way his legs had started to tremble, doing what he could to be the best bottom for the demon. And then finally, finally he felt the Super’s cock throbbing inside him, filling him up just like he’d begged for. A groan of his own sounded at the feeling, another way to claim him as the demon’s, not that he would admit it out loud. Max couldn’t bite back the whine that slipped out when the man was pulling back though, his ass only wiggling in response to the slap. He’d barely moved, reaching down to tug his pants back up when he was being spun around. “Maddox Micah Accari,” he answered without hesitation, looking up into the blue gaze on him.