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Martin flips over for probably the eighth or so time that night. Jon’s couch is firm; he misses his own mattress but doesn’t want to complain when he knows how awkward Jon was when allowing Martin to stay. He knew he wasn’t used to guests and had tried his best to accommodate him all night, even after Elias’ arrival.
They spent the rest of the afternoon doing research. Well, Martin did research. Jon and Elias argued about the most mundane things– magical properties of wolf fur, what region a specific pine cone of Jon’s came from ( “The northern pinecones don’t work for fuck all, Elias I’ve told you this!” ), and the biographies of authors of old alchemists texts ( “I was there Jon, George Ripley was fantastic on the lute.” )
Martin eventually broke their constant bickering to ask Jon if he wanted dinner. When the pizza arrived, there was at least ten minutes of silence as they all ate. Martin was able to find a cohesive enough list of banishing and power binding spells that Elias immediately skimmed through and shut down. He was at a loss, but Elias just kept assuring Jon could figure this out. And every time the demon praised Jon, his cheeks would burn red and he’d fumble with his speech. Martin found it unfortunately one of the most adorable things he’d ever seen.
Martin tosses around on the couch again, feeling the sensation of worms on his skin makes it difficult for him to keep falling asleep. He tries keeping his eyes closed and willing for sleep to happen, but being at someone else's home is making things difficult. And there’s the fact that Elias went to bed with Jon.
Of course he did. After another few hours of research, Jon announced he was going to bed and Elias just followed. Jon offered no protest. Martin didn’t think he could if he tried. He’s trying not to think about either of them. He can still smell the herbs from the spell earlier and even the faint hint of cinnamon from Jon’s cookies.
Martin groans, pulling the scratchy blanket Jon gave him over his head. He just wants to sleep. Eventually he gives up, and gets up to use the bathroom. He tries to be as quiet as he can as he makes his way to the first door down the hall.
He can’t help but to hear the noises from Jon’s door that’s left slightly cracked open.
Martin sighs. He knows this is none of his business. But why is the door cracked? He should just go back to the couch and try and will himself to sleep.
He definitely shouldn’t be going closer to the cracked door to get a better visual of the noises he’s hearing.
“You’ve been thinking too much, Jon,” he hears Elias’ smooth voice. Martin peeps through the doorway; Elias is standing over Jon as he was earlier. The demon is in a pair of briefs and nothing else. Martin can see the accent of his thigh and back muscles. Martin’s trying very hard not to compare his own physique to a fucking demon’s. And Jon’s– not clothed.
“It’s not easy Elias, I can’t just pop out of reality whenever I want!”
Even when he’s naked with a very attractive demon, Jon is still arguing. Martin tells the butterflies in his stomach to shut up.
“I’ll just have to help you to get your brain to turn off then, won’t I?” He hears Elias say in a tone Martin can only convey as seductive.
“Yes, Elias,” Jon says, his arms crossed. Martin see’s Elias’ hand stroke Jon’s cheek before moving his hand up to the back of Jon’s head. He yanks a handful of Jon’s hair, forcing him to look directly up at the demon.
“Good boy, Jon,” Elias hums, his other hand wrapping around Jon’s throat.
Martin holds his breath. Jon’s not fighting, in fact from what Martin can see his eyelids are drooping and he looks– content.
“You’re going to keep being good for me, alright?” Elias asks again and Jon gives off a garbled sound that likely sounds like a yes. Elias hums, clearly content with the answer.
The demon moves his hands down Jon’s side and Martin can see the redness already appearing after the touch. Elias’ nails are long and pointed– he has claws. The welts swell fast and Jon’s moaning at the sensation.
“How is this, Jon?” Elias asks, his voice controlled.
“M– more please, Elias. I– I want to bleed,” Jon whines. Martin’s mouth is half open at the request.
“Of course,” Elias moves his hand from Jon’s hair and back around his throat. He sees the demon extend his hand, flexing his fingers to reveal the claws before scratching Jon across the stomach.
Jon lets out a satisfied yelp and bucks his hips. Martin can see his cock now– it’s firm but not quite hard. Martin should look away. He barely knows the other man, and sure he’s already fantasized about– well that. But the invasion of privacy is–
“You can keep watching, Martin. Jon doesn’t mind an audience,” Elias states. Martin’s entire body freezes.
Then Elias turns, his face is– different. Demonic. The grey eyes he had before are black, and he’s baring fangs. Martin can see small horns protruding from his forehead.
He’s even more beautiful than when he was first summoned. And he’s holding onto Jon’s throat while the man’s stomach is currently bleeding.
Jon bucks his hips again and lets out another whine.
“Martin, do come into the bedroom. Jon gets– very demanding when he’s like this. I don’t like him waiting unnecessarily. Not when he’s being so good, you understand.”
Martin’s baffled but eventually regains control of his body. He walks himself into the bedroom, awkwardly sitting on the floor at the side of the bed.
Elias doesn’t say anything further and turns his focus back to Jon. “You’re doing exceptional as always, love,” he soothes, placing a soft kiss on Jon’s forehead. “I want to hurt you again, may I?”
Jon gives another garbled yes.
Elias scratches down Jon’s side this time in another swift motion. Jon’s body bucks again, moving into the grip Elias has on his throat.
“Beautiful, Jon. You’re so beautiful,” Elias assures him, petting Jon’s hair. He lets go of Jon’s throat and Jon falls back on the bed, letting out a laugh as he sprawls out his arms.
“I want to be touched, Elias,” Jon says, he’s fully erect now.
Martin feels the twitch of his own cock at the sight.
Elias’s hands slide up Jon’s thigh, his claws lightly tracing the skin.
“I want to touch you Jon, but you’re still too focused,” he states, pressing a nail into Jon’s thigh, the man’s body convulses. “You have to unwind for me a little more, love. Or I won’t be able to make you come.”
Elias’ words have an effect clearly on more than just Jon. Martin’s cock is very firm now, and he’s suppressing the urge to touch himself at the demon’s words. Jon’s own dick is leaking with precum.
Elias’ hands trace up from Jon’s thigh to the gashes he left on the man’s stomach, admiring the work. Jon continues whining under the touch.
“Elias– kiss me?” Jon asks. The demon complies, pulling Jon up by the hair and sits his own body on the bed.
Jon kisses with a hunger Martin’s never seen before. He’s biting the demon’s lips, desperate for the contact. Elias kisses back with control, firmly holding Jon’s head up with one hand.
Martin discreetly puts his own hand down his sleep pants, unable to resist as he hears Jon moan into Elias’ mouth. Elias pulls them apart, leaving Jon’s lips to explore down his neck and chest. Martin strokes himself lazily, enjoying the scene and the sensation of his own hips slightly twitching into his hand. As Jon works, Elias turns his neck over to look back at Martin.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks with a smile, eyes darting right to Martin’s crotch, where despite knowing he should likely stop he can’t bring himself to.
He feels his cock leak with Elias’ eyes on him.
“I uh–” Martin can barely think of how to answer, his cock growing firmer in his hand.
“Elias,” Jon whines, biting at the demon’s neck again.
“Jon,” Elias says, snapping his attention fully back to Jon who’s body is clung around Elias’. He yanks the man’s hair again and Jon yelps. “I understand you have needs but we do have a guest,” the demon turns back toward Martin and Jon finally looks in his direction.
Jon’s pupils are blown. His forehead glistens with sweat and he looks more at peace than Martin’s ever seen him– with a fistful of his hair being yanked around by a demon.
Martin can’t help but to let out a soft moan as he keeps palming his own cock.
“He seems occupied,” Jon comments, tone petulant. His mouth moves back to Elias’ bare chest.
Elias’ hand lets go of Jon’s hair and separates them. He puts a firm hand on Jon’s chest and pushes him down onto the bed. Elias moves on top to straddle Jon’s thin frame. Jon’s pinned down, but his hands are still greedily moving up and down Elias’ sides, clearly desperate for any physical contact. Seeing Jon this wanting– Martin suppresses another moan.
“Don’t be shy, Martin,” Elias says, his gaze still on Jon. The demon’s free hand is trailing his claw up and down Jon’s body again. “Jon’s still working on unwinding. Tell me, is there anything you’d like to see? Surely we want this experience to be enjoyable for you, as well. Right Jon?”
Jon responds with a whimper, body jerking in rhythm with Elias’ hands.
“Stroke him,” Martin pleads, almost as if he’s feeling Jon’s own desperation. Jon whines in response. He can see the grin from the demon’s profile.
“Usually he has to beg a bit more, but I think he’s earned it,” Elias muses. He takes his hand off of Jon’s chest and moves up to the man’s mouth. Without instruction, Jon opens his mouth and sucks on Elias’ palm. Martin rolls his neck back at the imagery, wishing his own palm was lubricated and taking what he can from what’s already leaking.
“There’s lube on the dresser here, Martin. You may grab some if you’d like,” Elias tells him, as if reading his mind. Martin doesn’t want to stop touching himself but knows it’s worth the effort.
Elias moves his mouth from Jon’s mouth down his body. His thigh is covering what Martin can see, but given Jon’s convulsion moments later, Martin’s certain the demon’s began touching Jon’s cock.
Martin miraculously wills himself then to stand up and move to the dresser near the bed, allowing for a much better view. His assumption is correct– Elias’ hand is gently pumping at Jon’s erection, his shaft in one hand while Elias plays at the tip of Jon’s dick. Martin bites his lip at the sight.
“Why don’t you stay on the bed Martin? A much nicer view than sitting on the floor?” Elias says, eyes still not leaving Jon’s body.
Martin doesn’t hesitate; he removes his pants to sit in his boxers at the front of the king-sized bed, lube in hand.
“Excellent, Martin. Jon, you’re being very good for me,” the hand that isn’t on Jon’s cock moves to the man’s cheek. Martin studies the action– the look in Elias’ eyes as his knuckle delicately moves over the skin. He’s smiling, exposing fangs, but it’s not the wicked smile Martin saw from earlier– it’s tender.
Martin feels his legs spread out as he arches his body into his own palm.
“Elias, I want you inside me,” Jon says, Martin moves his gaze from Elias’ face to Jon’s– his eyes are closed and he looks relaxed, moving in perfect rhythm to the stroke of Elias’ palm.
“Hm, good thing Martin’s here to hand us the lube, isn’t it?”
“Please,” is all Jon responds. Martin grabs the bottle and goes to hand it to Elias, but the demon shakes his head.
“Not yet, Martin, although I do appreciate your responsiveness. Jon’s not quite ready for that, are you?”
“Elias!” Jon whines again, his hand moves up the demon’s side again, trying to grab the tight skin into his hand. Elias takes Jon’s wrist and pins it down to the bed. He moves his mouth to Jon’s throat and lets out a low growl.
“Jon–” Elias’ voice is guttural, startling Martin but adding to the sensation, he ends up letting out another uncontrolled moan. “You’re not ready yet and I can’t have you coming prematurely.” Elias speaks into Jon’s throat, licking at the skin.
Martin’s certain that the demon’s tongue is forked. He drops the bottle of lube and grips the sheet, feeling the cusp of his orgasm.
“Bite me then,” Jon spits out, leaning into Elias’ mouth. “At least let me bleed more.”
Elias doesn’t answer, Martin sees his sharp teeth form around Jon’s mouth and sink in. Jon lets out a gasp, hips jerking into Elias’ palm. Martin’s trying to hold on, fantasizing about coming at the same time as Jon.
Elias sucks at the skin for a moment, drinking Jon’s blood. The demon’s eyes open to stare right at Martin, leading him to lose rhythm completely as he jerks into his own hand.
The orgasm hits in a wave over his entire body, and he bites his lip so hard he draws his own blood. He moans, rocking the sensation out into his palm.
Elias is still looking at him, grinning wildly. He moves his mouth off Jon’s neck and licks his lips.
“Don’t feel too bad for coming so soon, Martin. Jon requires extra attention is all,” Elias says, his free hand holding Jon’s chin. Jon continues riding the sensation.
The demon sits back up, keeping his rhythm on Jon’s cock but extends his hand to Martin.
“There are tissues on the side of the bed if you’d like to clean off,” Elias tells him, Martin looks to the dresser and abides, wiping up his hands.
“And now the lube, if you wouldn’t mind,” the demon flashes a smile with exposed fangs, lips stained red from the blood on Jon’s neck.
Martin takes a moment before registering the request and fumbles for the lube.
“Would you like to assist, Martin? Jon hates when I pull away my hands you see–” Elias demonstrates, taking his hand off of Jon’s cock to hand the bottle and is met with a loud whine. The demon puts his hand back in place, soothing Jon.
“I– yes,” Martin breathes out, already feeling his cock twitch back alive.
“Excellent,” Elias holds Jon again, bending down to place another soft kiss to the man’s ear. He whispers something Martin can only kind of make out as doing so well. Jon’s still moving in rhythm, eyes closed and relaxed, he’s stopped trying to touch Elias' body and seems to just enjoy the constant stimulation on his cock.
“I’m going to make sure you fully come on undone, Jon. You’ve done so well that Martin’s already climaxed–” Jon’s eyes open to peek in Martin’s direction but still barely registers that the other man is sitting nearly at his head, waiting on further instruction from Elias. His eyes close again with another pump of his cock.
He extends his free hand to Martin. He takes a moment before registering that Elias wants him to squeeze it onto his hands. He complies, pumping the liquid onto Elias’ palm. The demon spreads the liquid around his fingers, his claws are retracted and his hands look more human now.
“Shall I start with just one finger, Jon?” Elias asks, back the man's ear, his voice soft.
Jon moans in response.
“That won't, do love,” he says, biting Jon's ear.
“Two,” Jon breathes out, his face looking pained that he has to speak. Martin's already semi-hard again. Watching the display, the understanding and patience Elias has for Jon just felt so good.
“Of course,” Elias says, sitting up. The hand stroking Jon's cock moves to firmly squeeze his small cheeks, teasing at the entrance.
Martin's hands are already back around his own member.
Elias teases around Jon's entry for only a moment before sticking in his two fingers. Jon lets in a sharp breath and throws his head back. He rocks his hips on Elias’ finger.
“Martin, will you tell Jon how beautiful he looks?” Elias asks, his hand moving slowly in and out of Jon.
“Fuck– you– you’re beautiful, Jon,” Martin moans, unsure if he wants Elias’ hands inside him or his hands inside Jon.
Jon exhales with a sound of pleasure. The hand not inside Jon pets his hair.
“More. I need you,” Jon whines. Elias grins, grabbing Jon's hand by the wrist. He places Jon's knuckles to his mouth and gently kisses each one.
With a swift motion, Elias removes his hands from Jon's entry and quickly slides off his briefs. His cock is firm and leaking.
Martin moans at the sight, not caring anymore if either of them are paying attention to him (although he’s certain they aren’t). His eyes are closed and he's feeling the sensation of his hand back on his cock, listening to the sounds of Jon's heavy breathing as he desperately waits for Elias’ entry.
“Martin, the lube again, please–” Elias says and Martin's eyes jerk open. He fumbles again and nearly tosses the bottle with his left hand. Elias catches the bottle one handed.
“Hurt me again, Elias,” Jon breathes out before Elias can squeeze out the bottle. The demon grins.
“Soon, love. You're being very patient,” he assures him, applying the lube on his cock. He strokes himself slowly, eyes completely entranced on Jon as touches himself the same way he had Jon earlier. The same way Martin's trying to mimic on his own cock.
Finally, Elias’ hand wraps around Jon's throat, thumb pressing into his bite mark from earlier. His claws are back out and he presses into the gash. Jon moans, eyes closing shut and his body rocks into the touch.
The demon's other hand goes back to Jon's entrance and then slowly with his claws trail a gash down Jon's thigh.
“I'm going to enter you now, Jon. Be good for me,” Elias tells him and positions his dick inside Jon's entry.
The low moan that escapes Jon's mouth echoes through Martin's ear like a symphony. He knows he's already close again.
Elias keeps pressure on Jon's throat as he rocks slowly inside the man's body. Jon's hands go straight for his own cock, furiously stroking himself. Martin matches the same rhythm, moaning in tandem with Jon.
“Jon, you feel fantastic. You're so tight for me,” Elias’ voice is low and dark. His eyes are closed and he begins to quicken his pace.
Martin's gripping the sheets again. After a moment in rhythm Jon moans again as Elias hits his prostate.
“That's it, Jon,” Elias coaxes, he moves his hand over Jon's and strokes him in rhythm, palm pressed on his throat, holding himself up.
“Elias I'm–”
Martin reaches his second orgasm at the same time, eyes closed as he listens to Jon's cries of pleasure under Elias.
He hears Elias’ praise in Jon's ear.
“You're perfect Jon, exquisite. You did so well for me,” Jon's still whimpering, body jerking in overstimulation. Martin falls back on the bed, head landing near Jon's.
Jon opens his eyes and meets Martin's gaze with a quick smile before whatever thrall the demon has over him turns his eyes back toward Elias. Jon's smile widens.
“Let me finish you off,” Jon says. Elias grins and exits Jon. In an instant, the demon's on his knees on the bed and Jon's mouth is around Elias’ cock. Martin watches his head bob up and down the demon's shaft. Elias' hand is around Jon's head, holding his head as he thrusts into Jon's mouth.
“Fuck,” Elias moans, not nearly as desperate as Jon but Martin can hear the want. He listens to the wet pop of Jon's mouth, knowing that he's giving Elias his all.
Not long afte,r Elias moans in a low growl, his claws slicing down Jon's back as he releases into the man's mouth. He falls back after, keeping Jon in his embrace. The two of them lay next to Martin on the bed.
Martin's eyes meet Jon's again, Elias protectively holding him as Jon offers another big smile. He's in the post orgasm high and has a giddy expression on his face. Martin can't help but to think he looks adorable.
He smiles back before blinking a few times, coming back to the reality of the situation. He jolts up from the bed.
“I can uh– I can leave–” he stammers, looking around the bed for his pants.
“Stay?” Jon asks, his hand reaching out to touch Martin's forearm. He almost recoils from the touch, shocked Jon made the motion. He takes in a breath to calm himself.
“Yes, do stay, Martin. Jon sleeps better around others,” Elias is softly rubbing Jon's side. “He likes to feel safe.”
Jon turns his head to kiss whatever piece of skin he can grab on Elias.
“I– alright,” Martin agrees, moving closer into the center of bed. Jon's arms immediately wrap around him, burying his face into Martin's chest. He relaxes, letting Jon hold him. It isn't long before Jon's breath is level in his ear, fast asleep.
Martin nods off soon after, trying to ignore the presence of a very beautiful and naked demon Jon is separating him from.
–
When Martin wakes, the bed is empty. As he enters conciousness, he begins thinking about the events of the previous night and nearly shoots up from the bed. Looking around, he's finds his briefs tucked underneath the sheets. He throws them on and grabs his discarded sleep pants from the night before.
He gets up from the bed to dart to the bathroom. When he exits the room, he hears muffled noises coming from down the hall. Jon and Elias sound tense as they speak.
“I don't think you needed to summon me for this, Jon. You have the power for a banishment–”
“Since when am I equipped to handle a corruption spell, Elias?” Jon retorts, Martin opens the door to the bathroom and sees the two men turn toward him.
“Sorry I– just woke up,” Martin admits, ruffling his hands through his hair.
They're both dressed for the day– Jon in his typical sweater and pants, and Elias in a similar suit as the day before. Martin briefly wonders if Jon keeps clothes for him or if they can just conjure a new outfit.
And there was Martin, standing there with his hair all over the place in a pair of sweatpants and boxers he jacked off in the night before.
“No need for apologies, Martin. Jon and I were just discussing how to solve your problem.” Elias’ eyes are back to grey and his horns and fangs aren’t visible. He’s back to looking like another very attractive human.
“No Elias was just assuming I knew what to do and apparently leaving,” Jon says, his arms crossed and glaring at the demon.
“I– I can leave?” Martin offers, unsure if the situation is one he could rectify. The two clearly had their own method of communication that didn't involve the presence of others.
“That won't be necessary,” Elias says, his voice friendly enough but Maritn notices the tightness in his jaw. The demon turns back to Jon and places a hand on his elbow. “Please have faith in yourself, Jon. You have the strength and Martin is more than capable to assist–” Martin’ cheeks redden at the compliment, neither of them paid him any attention. “-- my powers aren't needed here.”
After last night, the dynamic Martin observed from the day before didn't seem as strange. Jon clearly benefited from Elias’-- domineering personality. Still, Jon ran his fingers through his own hair and moved away from the demon's touch. He paces the room, gravitating toward his bookshelf.
Elias waves his hand to Martin as if to dismiss him and walks to continue to talk to Jon. Martin takes the opportunity to use the bathroom. He wishes he could change but all of his clothes are in his bag in the living room that is currently occupied by Jon and his demon– whatever he and Elias are.
When Martin returns with brushed hair and teeth, Jon is sitting on the couch with a book. Elias is next to him, arm draped over the man’s shoulder as he reads.
Surprisingly to Martin, Jon looks up at him as he enters.
“Sorry about that. Good morning, Martin.” Jon says, his voice sounds strained.
“Oh uh– no worries. You too,” Martin takes a beat to summon the courage to ask for his bag. Elias interrupts.
“There’s plenty of food in the pantry should you want something to eat. I should be out of your hair today.”
Martin notices Jon's very obvious glare at the demon.
“Uh– thanks?” Martin just walks into the kitchen, finding enough to make himself a bowl of cereal as he watches the tension not dissipate from the room.
Elias and Jon continue reading but somehow it's louder than the crunching from Martin's cereal. Midway through the meal, the sheer awkwardness makes it impossible for Martin not to speak up.
“Okay, just what on earth is going on?” He asks, his bowl clanking as he sits it on the counter.
The two look up from their reading, Elias has a slight grin on his face while Jon looks bewildered.
“What do you mean?” Jon asks. Martin shakes his head.
“You talk for hours about how much you can't stand Elias, we summon him and he's all you can look at? He’s supposedly leaving before his time is up saying we don't even need him and last night–” Martin pauses, shaking his head. He can't process that right now. “--I just want this curse lifted and to be able to sleep in my own flat again.” The last part sounds much less assured. He liked sleeping with Jon– but whatever weird relationship he has with this demon is a lot.
Neither of them respond. Jon closes his book and stands up to meet Martin in the kitchen. Surprisingly, the man takes Martin's hands in his own and holds them. His wide eyes look directly into Martin as he speaks.
“I am very sorry I've gotten you into this mess,” Jon starts. He lets out a loud sigh. “I have a hard time explaining him–” he practically spits out, head motioning toward Elias who's kept his position on the couch “-- to anyone. You're the first person Elias has let get this close.”
Martin tries to ignore the twist in his gut from Jon's words. He’s pushing down the terrible sense of hope that him and Jon could be– something.
“Jon,” Martin's voice is much softer than his previous outburst. “I understand this is complicated. I'm not blaming you. I just wish I knew what to expect.”
“Jon will rid you of Jane Prentiss,” Elias states. “He's nervous about his use of power so he summoned me to calm him down. Isn't that right, Jon?”
Martin's eyes flash back to Jon, who nods solemnly.
“Elias helps ground me,” he admits, untangling his hands from Martin's and begins fidgeting with his sleeve. “But I think– I think you could too?”
Martin blinks, eyes narrowing on Jon. He's not making eye contact anymore.
“What? Like– like last night?” Martin's cheeks flash hot red that he just said that out loud. Jon's own face darkens a shade.
“Not quite, no,” he says with a weary laugh. He pauses for a beat and looks at Martin again, carefully choosing his words. “I feel safe with you, Martin. Your energy– your magic– whatever it is. It helps me stabilize my own power and feel okay enough to use it. Elias noticed it and at first wasn't sure but after meeting you–” Jon waves his hands chewing on his lip.
“You're saying you feel comfortable enough to work with me because of my own power?” Martin rephrased, honestly shocked. He's not exactly a novice but has never been anywhere in the raw talent department.
“Not everything is about power, Martin,” Elias steps in, sitting up to stand with the two of them. He places an arm around Jon's waist. “Jon trusts you. That helps.” the demon places a small kiss on Jon's head, the man leans in but rolls his eyes.
“Yes, that,” Jon huffs in response, clearly annoyed that Elias is talking for him but leans into the mans touch regardless.
Martin will never understand this.
“So what are you asking of me?” Martin asks, still unsure of what he's supposed to do or even really how to feel.
“Nothing, I suppose,” Jon says with a shrug. “I think we can work to rid you of Jane Prentiss and uh– if you want to continue practicing magic together I think we can do that. Safely.”
Oh. A working relationship. Martin can't help but to deflate.
“Right,” he says, eyes focused on the ground and not at two of them. “Sure.”
“Is something wrong?” Jon asks, moving from. Elias’ grip. Martin shakes his head. He doesn't want to tell Jon that he wants more than magic practice. He wants Jon.
“Nothing. We can banish Jane and I'll be out of your hair,” Martin says, a little more petulantly than he meant, but he's talking fast to avoid the lump swelling in his throat.
Jon moves his hand to lift Martin's chin. The concern on his face is clear.
“I don't want you out of my hair. I'm not– I'm not great at this. Saying how I feel. But I do– feel– for you. More than I've felt for anyone else.”
Excluding Elias
Martin pushes the words away in his head. He keeps his eyes on Jon. As if reading his mind, Jon continues.
“Elias is an extension of me, Martin. He's all I've had for a very long time. And although he's the most annoying demon I've ever met–” Jon scoffs, Elias smirks. “--he's here. And he agrees that this is good for me?”
“Honestly Martin, Jon rarely listens to me,” Elias interjects, squeezing the man's elbow. Jon swats him away and the demon gives Martin a face that says his point.
“Shut it,” Jon snaps, eyes turning back to Martin. “I want to try and continue working together. And maybe even pursue a– more intimate relationship? Now that you know– ah– that you’ve seen-- all of it.”
Martin chews his lip, mulling over the very complicated situation he's just been asked to join. Jon's face hides nothing, he looks worried and vulnerable. Martin's sure he looks similar. He sighs looking at Elias back to Jon and swallows down his nerves.
“I think– you're worth it,” he says with a soft smile. Jon's face changes quickly to a wide relieved smile. He moves closer, pulling Martin in for a hug. He allows the embrace, remembering how good Jon felt holding him the night before.
“Can I– Martin, can I kiss you?” Jon asks into the man's neck. Martin beams, placing Jon's shoulders to meet the other man's eyes.
“I'd hope you'd ask,” he responds, unable to stop the smile on his face.
Jon pushes their lips together and Martin kisses back. They stay like that for a moment. When they pull apart, Martin realizes it's just them in the room. Elias is gone.
But the looming presence of the demon's gaze doesn't disappear. Martin looks to Jon and hears a small voice in his head.
Take care of him.
And Martin's more than happy to oblige.