Cass sat there, in a shock so deep that Lucian had to touch his shoulder.
"Cass? Are you alright?" Lucian asked cautiously, his voice low. Cass wasn’t sure if he was. Everyone kept asking him if he was okay, and he was ready to just snap, scream that he wasn’t, and storm out. Where? He had no idea, but fuck this!
Who in their right mind would sit back, all calm and normal after being told what Lucian had said? Who?
"Are you fucking serious?" Cass’ voice felt harsh, raspy as he spoke. Lucian swallowed.
"It’s...a theory, I’m not sure. I was honestly planning to tell you about it after our second round together, after I had more time to confirm it, but Cass...we were done 8 hours before Sam was supposed to come in and cut us off. And it happened...rather quickly after you started uh, ingesting." Lucian said, even his cheeks going pink.
Cass sat there, numb.
He knew what had happened. He had the memories, of course, but that was the thing. He had the memories as if he was seeing them, but he didn’t have the emotions attached to them, or the motivation. He felt detached, even though it was in his pov. That was something he was realising as Lucian prompted him to think back on it.
He didn’t know why he had behaved the way that he had, he just knew that he had behaved that way. Cass hadn’t been a big partier, hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been invited to a party before now. His only guess was that this might be how some drinkers felt. Like you could recall your memories, but not understand why you had done it.
So he felt him inhaling, felt him jerk towards Lucian’s cum covered lower stomach. Saw that he turned, pulling his own cock out of Lucian’s mouth. Knew that was something that he had done, but he didn’t know...why.
"You think..." Cass started, before trailing off. He gulped, his mouth feeling too wet and too dry at the same time. He cleared his throat. "You think I was...hungry?" Cass asked in a quiet voice. Lucian scanned Cass’ face, his expression thoughtful, his gaze soft, kind.
"We don’t know what kind of demonic blood you have, Cass." He said carefully. "But...there are some things that are giving me some context clues that...that are giving me some hints. I planned to do some research, and I also planned to speak to you about this after you had eaten but..." Lucian closed his eyes, sighing.
That was not a good sign.
"What did you see?" Cass asked, a cold sense of dread filling him. Lucian reached out, clasping onto Cass’ arm, sliding his fingers down until they interlocked with Cass’.
"Don’t be upset." Lucian muttered softly. "I’m not going to judge you, or view you differently. I hope you know that." Lucian said carefully. "You are still Cass. You are still Lord Blackburn. You are just...more, as well." Lucian was trying to lead up to it, trying to make Cass feel better.
The more he spoke, the more dread Cass felt in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and he hated it. Hated it so much.
It was such a fucking common romance novel trope, and he had wanted to avoid one. One! Of them!
They couldn’t even fucking give him that, could they? Who was to blame? Who was he supposed to get angry at? The demons, or the gods? Cause at this point, he was ready to fight either of them.
"Cass?" Lucian’s voice was soft, cautious. Cass sucked in a breath, realising that he’d stopped breathing in the heat of his anger.
He let out a harsh exhale, washing Lucian’s face with his breath. He winced. His breath probably stank to high heavens. Lucian gave him an encouraging smile.
"Just tell me." Cass muttered, defeated. Lucian nodded.
"I...found something behind your balls." Cass closed his eyes. What? What on earth had he found behind his balls? A fucking womb mark? A tattoo? A mark that showed he’d formed a contract with a fucking demon? What was it?
"A mole, maybe?" Cass muttered, half joking. Lucian didn’t laugh. He hesitated before speaking again.
"Not...a mole. A hole. I worried at first that it was an injury of some kind. It was leaking liquid so-" Lucian caught the tray as Cass got up so quickly, he was practically a blur. Within one second he was sitting up in the bed, being spoken to calmly by Lucian, and the next he was up on shaking legs, swinging his arms around, his eyes bright, animated, and anger a pulse beneath his skin.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Cass was full of rage. So angry, so irate, that Lucian just stood there, shocked, as Cass headed over to the couch nearby and began hitting and kicking it. "THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES! I’LL KILL ’EM!" Lucian didn’t know what to say.
What could he say?
Cass was so busy getting angry that Lucian had to deal with the panic from the others. It was a miracle that Sam didn’t burst the doors open, nor Edgar. Lucian put the plate of food down safely before glancing at Cass, making sure he wasn’t hurting himself, before going for the door.
Cass could hear him whispering to the others, but pure rage made him unable to hear it. He could feel the nursery tree reaching out to him, trying to soothe him, but Cass wasn’t in the headspace to accept that.
It was never, ever, a fucking good thing if he was leaking from some random hole behind his balls. Cass had liked omegaverse. Did he like classic omegaverse? No. He liked when the alphas got together, but that didn’t mean he was fucking ignorant.
He knew what fucking slick was, and Lucian had just been dancing around the word.
Cass’ face felt too hot, his body felt too hot, and that fucking simmering was slowly warming up. He swore again.
"Cocksuckers!" Cass yelled, slamming a couch cushion down over and over on the edge of the couch itself. He shouldn’t kick things, since his body was fragile, but fuck!
It was one thing to have someone tell him that they thought he ate fucking cum, it was another thing to be told he had a fucking vagina! Probably a poorly formed one, but fucking still! It was the principle of it all!
Cass was so fucking mad. Not only was his body fucked up, not only was he basically an eldritch horror, his own fucking demonic blood couldn’t make up it’s damn mind! He was a freak of nature, to the truest sense.
Cass let out a demented laugh, the sound strange, eerie, and had Lucian looking over at him with deep concern. Lucian closed the door after confirming that he would make sure Cass wouldn’t hurt himself while the others did something, and Cass continued to rage.
He kept going for another 10 minutes, but his body caught up to him. His anger still raged, but his body couldn’t keep up. Cass was wheezing, his arms aching, and he knew he would be feeling more sore from this lash out then what he’d done with Lucian.
That realisation made him halt his actions, and Cass sniffed.
He wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing his sweat all over his face. Feathers danced around the room, the air full of fluff. Cass had broken one pillow, and Lucian had handed him another without a question.
Cass, finally able to acknowledge that he’d gotten rid of some of his anger, turned to Lucian.
"What do you suggest I eat then, hmm? You?" Cass’ voice held a little bit of a bite, but there was a tiredness there as well. Lucian looked a little nervous.
"Honestly...yeah. I was thinking that. I was just going to go...stroke my cocks in the bathroom into a cup and come back out." Lucian said and Cass felt his face warm. The man at least seemed embarrassed by the suggestion.
"Are you fucking serious?" Cass asked, and Lucian ducked his head in a nod.
"Yes, Cass. I know it’s...not ideal, but it’s a way to test what is going on. If you are disgusted by it, we can take that as a good sign and Eddie can hand over the bottle of wine that he has prepared." The worst part of what Lucian was suggesting? Cass could see merit to it.
Fuck!
Cass spun away from him, letting out a slightly maniacal laugh as he pushed his hair out of his face, dropping the mostly damaged pillow out of his hands. Lucian stood there, let him gather himself, before Cass turned to him.
"Do it." Cass ordered and off Lucian went, grabbing a teacup from the cart as he did so. Cass shook his fucking head, laughing. Cum in a fucking teacup.
What was the world coming to?
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Cass stared at the cup, at the contents, and let out a deranged laugh. Lucian stood by, nervous. Cass, if he had been in a different headspace would have made a comment about how quick he had been, and how much cum this was.
If Cass had been in any other kind of headspace, this might even have been funny. Hilarious.
Instead, he felt how his mouth was watering and wanted to fucking throw the cup across the room.
"Take this out of my hand and hand me an empty cup." Cass’ voice was cold, devoid of emotion. Lucian rushed to do so, and as soon as the cup was replaced, Cass turned and hurled it at a free space. The shattering of the cup against the wall satisfied some part of Cass.
Lucian didn’t stare at him like he was insane, but he was watching him carefully. A soft knock came at the door and Cass answered.
"I’m fine!" He shouted, knowing that if he didn’t, they would come in and find him in this fucking predicament.
"Is it...a bad choice?" Lucian asked carefully, knowing the fucking answer since he had a tap into Cass’ emotions. Cass gave him a bitter smile.
"You know the answer, Lucian. Give me the fucking cum cup." Cass demanded and Lucian stepped forward. He didn’t glance at the shattered porcelain all over the floor, instead focusing on Cass. He watched as Cass raised the fucking cum cup to his lips and swallowed the cum down.
Cass hated how his stomach let out a satisfied rumble. Like it had eaten a good meal. Cass licked his lips, absolutely disgusted with himself.
"Oh, this is fucking rich." Cass muttered, more to himself then to Lucian. Lucian just stood there, quiet, protective, and observant. Cass wanted him to react, but at the same time, was glad he was silent. If he had been trying to make excuses, or bullshit him, this could have gone worse.
Instead Cass was left with his own self loathing, wonder, and rage. Someone was going to be hearing from him once this was fucking over.