"I don't want blood drawn," Seymour giggled. "Or bones broken."

Tzal frowned, but he decided to stay. He watched them carefully.

"I'm nineteen! I'm no high school student," Hirsch huffed. "I'm an adult!"

"I like both positions," Termad replied, his voice a low purr. "I do both on a regular basis..."

“Alright then. So unlike my love here you don’t like to be feed on.” Bending his head down he bit hard on Seymour’s neck but making sure that he did not break skin. “What do you like?” his body pushed against Seymour’s body. His need was becoming quite apparent.

“Nineteen is barely out of being a child!” Angelo tried to push him out again. “You’re not that old, there are high schools still here by that age.”

“Well would you mind dominating me for a while. I would like to learn more.” Reaching out he pulled Termad to him his hands cupping his buttocks.

Seymour purred, locking his legs around him. "I like trying different positions...switching it up," he informed him, idly.

"I only look nineteen, genius!" Hirsch stood his ground. "I'm much older than that!"

"I would love to," Termad giggled, wrapping his arms around Adam's neck. "What do you want to learn?"

“Well maybe some time all three of us can try something new. But for now…” William bent down and slowly ran his tongue along Seymour’s chest. Letting the drug that seemed to be in his saliva to seep in slowly to build the pleasure.

“Look, Are! It does not matter I cannot date you.” Through all this fighting the spell and make-up work that has made Angelo look older had faded and he too is looking nineteen.

“And what would you love to teach me? I am your welling pupil.” Leaning his head to one side Adam smiled. if he is a good as Hirsch was then I am not going to want to let this one go…. but maybe he can be talked out of the pink in the room.

Seymour giggled. He had a very feminine giggle--watery, and sweet.

Hirsch shuffled up to him, and, before he could flee, wrapped his arms around him to give a warm, soothing hug. "And why not? It doesn't look like you're seeing anyone. Give it a chance..." he entreated, pleasantly.

Termad sneered, then chuckled. "Unfortunately, I've got work to do today, so I can't play until tonight. Running this place is no cakewalk!"

“I hope that giggle does not mean that it tickels.” Reaching down he pulled at Seymour’s pants. “do I get to pull them off or are you going to take them off.”

Pushing against his chest Angelo tried to push him away. “NO! I am not interested.” He body quivered showing what he said to be was in truth a lie.

Pouting Adam sat on the bed. “well you could have told chaos that when you talked to him in the mirror. What am I to do till tonight?”

"You can take 'em off," Seymour replied. "And I'm ticklish everywhere, unfortunately!"

Hirsch grinned, then nuzzled his neck, gently. "Just give it a chance...let's go on a date. And see how it goes..." He often worked his power into his voice without knowing it...

Termad laughed, then strutted over towards the door. "My body isn't who I am, hun. There's more to me than that...come get to know me." He stepped out of the door, and into the hallway.

Slowly working his way down Seymour’s body with his nails he force able kissed Seymour. His eyes watching Tzal’s reaction to this.

Pulling back again Angelo ended up with his back to the wall. “I don’t date ol…younger men.” Slip of the tongue but Hirsch may have caught it. Moving his head so to block Hirsch nuzzling he opened the other side up.

“Then who are you and what do you want me to know about you?” Adam fallowed now slightly interested in what he had in mind now.

Seymour responded to him immediately, in an experienced fashion.

Tzal was simply watching, an amused look on his face. It seemed he was getting a kick out of this.

Hirsch's grin widened, and he quickly moved to the open side of Angelo's neck, nuzzling and even nipping a bit. "Older men? I look older than you do? We look about the same age, dear, from what I can see...come on. Give it a chance..."

"Ask questions about me!" Termad rephrased, grinning. He was strutting through an ornate hallway...it seemed they were in a palace of some sort.

~do you really like watching better than doing?~ William thought as he pushed the shorts down. He could not remove them all the way until he stopped kissing Seymour but he was enjoying it too much. He had been worried with using too much force on Tzal so he had not let it get to far, maybe Seymour would like it. He pushed Seymour hard against the wall of the pool, making sure not to hit his head.

Gasping Angelo tried not to arch into Hirsch as he nipped. If his heard could it would race. He could feel his fangs drop. “no….” his voice was a soft moan not the forcible tone it had been only moments before.

“ummm where is this?” Adam sounded a bit stun at the grandeur of the place. He had not expected this place to be this way. For some reason he had been picturing the room incased in a wall of a mountain with lots and lots of evil things trying to climb up it.

~Shush, I'm learning,~ Tzal teased.

Seymour arched up against him, continuing the kiss happily.

Hirsch nuzzled his neck, not nipping any more. "If you want to bite me, bite me...rest assured, I won't let you go too far..." he purred, seductively, wrapping his arms around Angelo's waist.

"This is my palace!" Termad quipped, skipping along the hallways slightly. "My home--my beloved home. Christabel Castle!"

Pulling his lips away, William smiled. “you don’t like skin broken but you seem to love pain.” Forcible tuning Seymour so that his face was to the edge of the pool William pulled him tight and bit down on his neck, not breaking the skin. His eyes were becoming a full red with his hunger.

Trying to fight his need Angelo pulled his head back as far as he could from Hirsch’s skin. He could smell his blood, moving, beating, and calling. His breath came in shallow pants. He needed to but he did not want to, this was not right. He was a teacher and Hirsch looked like he could be a student. Not that it really mattered that his body was that of the 17 year old he had been when the attack had happened and his death. Gently he pushed at Hirsch, “please no..” there was the longing the need but there also was a want not to, it was not as stronger as the other two.

“So what do you do here?” catching up to Termed he caught his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Seymour purred with bliss, adjusting himself a bit so that he was comfortable.

Hirsch reached a hand up and placed it on the back of Angelo's head, stroking his hair and pulling him back, gently. "Come on. It's all right," he soothed.

Termad held his hand, swinging their arms slightly. "I make big governmental decisions," he said, simply. "My office is also my dining room. Hehe, so I can eat while I work."

Using his feet William pushed the shorts off the rest of the way. He was going to have fun with this, he was feeling very giddy. Grabbing Seymour hands he interlaced his finger in them digging his nails in to his palms. It was just enough to cause the pain but not enough that it was more pain then Seymour would like. Biting and sucking on his neck a soft grow started in the back of Williams throat.

Blinking a few times at Hirsch Angelo battled with his need’s and his wants. His needs wining out he latched onto Hirsch’s neck. His fangs ripping into the skin as Angelo bore Hirsch down to the ground. His hands wrapping tightly around his body as he feed. ~you’re an evil manipulative man you know that Hirsch?~

“ummm how about you explain what this realm is. I have never been outside of my own, I am quite human.” Adam said a smile of wonder filling his face. Usually with his lovers he wanted nothing but what their bodies would give him but with this one, he wanted to know who HE truly was.

Seymour reached his hands up to stroke William's hair. He knew that if he lost control, he would be able to defend himself, since there was water around them.

"You love it," Hirsch purred, holding Angelo's head to his neck and closing his eyes. He stroked his hair, pleasantly.

"Lichuen is a realm of demons that is linked with the realm of humans. For every human, there is a Forme to match them. There are only a few that have powers, though--most of the population is powerless, much like most humans are. When a human dies, a Forme dies. When a human is born, a Forme is born," Termad attempted to explain.

~and what makes you think that I love it?~ pulling him tighter against his body Angelo’s hands stopped moving and just held him as he fed.

“So you’re telling me that somewhere out there in your realm there is a Forme that is my counterpart? So what is this place the mirror side of earth?” as he thought of what he said his eyes grew wide. “Does that mean that when I came here my counterpart went to earth?”

"Many things." Hirsch ran his hands up and down Angelo's back. "Your muscles tense when I touch you, for one thing..."

"No, no...actions aren't mirrored," Termad chuckled, heading on through an ornate door into a well-decorated dining room. The table took up most of the room--it must have been able to seat more than twenty people.

Angelo arched into the touch even as he growled annoyance at his body. ~just because it says one thing does not mean that its true~

“oh.” Adam looked around and raised his eyebrows whistling. “so got any strawberries?”

Hirsch chuckled, then lifted Angelo's shirt up off of his back, slightly, so he could run his fingers along his lower back. "You don't say..."

"Kitcheeen," Termad announced, skipping off into a side room to change. He kept a bunch of outfits near the dining room. His clothing was scattered all throughout the castle--there was barely any in his room.

Pulling back his head Angelo gasped and then arched into Hirsch’s body. “You will not take no for an answer will you.” It had been too long, way to long since his last lover. This man below him could play him like a pipe and smile.

“Which is which way or do you have someone that can bring them to us?” Adam looked around. Walking over to a pile of clothing he pulled up a shirt and looked it over. “Nice!”

"I won't take it for an answer when I know you want to say yes," Hirsch retorted, smartly. He rested his head on Angelo's shoulder, against his head. "Now, about that date..."

"To the left! Should be a door at the left end of the table. Rifle through the cabinets," Termad called, from the side room, as he dressed.

“The answer is still no.” there was the longing in his eyes but he knew he could not say yes and keep the job. There was just no way that he would ever not get caught at it.

Poking around Adam found the kitchen and then the food. Digging through it he smiled with he found some strawberries. Finding a bowl to put them in he walked back out nibbling on one. “You have a nice spread in there. You cook yourself or someone makes food for you?”

"I'm not a student here, dear. They can't do anything about you dating me," he reminded him, kissing his neck gently. "Come on. It will be fine."

"I can't cook to save my life," Termad giggled, stepping out of the room in black tank top and gray pants with pink chains on them. The pink matched his eyes...and it actually looked really good on him.

“You may not be a student but your still the right age.” He leaned away so that Hirsch had better access to his neck. He loved the feel of this man below him…. well maybe not below him but that was technicalities. “I will not go out on a date with you.”

“Then you should hire yourself one to cook for you. It would be bad if you…..” Adam stopped talking as he saw Termad. “You know what seeing you dressed just make me more attracted to you.”

"I'm nineteen. I'm above school age," Hirsch protested, kissing and nipping at his neck. "I don't attend the school. They can't do anything about it."

"I do have someone to cook for me. And, hehe. That's odd!" Termad snickered.