Cass didn’t know how much time had passed, but he did know that the time of his heat was coming to an end? How did he know?
He could feel the pressure of it building inside of his body. It was like a crescendo that he was chasing, building and building until it was just about to tip over. However, Cass knew what his body wanted to get to that high point, and there was no way he was going to allow that to happen without someone in particular here.
It wasn’t even about consent or whether he wanted it or not. It was a flat truth. Those options weren’t even on the table, or bed in this case, without him here.
Cass would be the first to admit that this was probably the most lucid he’d been while having a heat. There were some parts of the time he’d spent with Edgar and Gideon that were a bit blurry, but Cass could remember most.
Especially the embarrassing display where he told Edgar he wanted to put a baby in him. Cass couldn’t even be embarrassed about it yet because there was still a deep, aching yearning that wanted to do that inside of him. He didn’t even think it was possible. Why else would the Demon King’s blood have altered his body in the womb if sex demons were able to get the same sex pregnant? Cass wouldn’t have a damn, uh, p-pussy if that was the case.
Cass flinched even saying the word in his head, but that’s what it was. He knew that’s what it was, and damn it, it was making as much of a mess of the sheets as his dick was.
He was like a double-ended fountain at this point. Edgar had, embarrassingly, asked Sam to come clean up the sheets while Edgar and Gideon took Cass to the bathroom to wash everything off because Edgar wasn’t capable of the same magic as Cass and Lucian were. Cass wasn’t also in the right mindset to be casting any magic since he was severely compromised emotionally and mentally.
Cass had offered, but apparently the gleam in his eyes and the flush to his face had made everyone turn him down, including Sam.
Sam was strictly professional as he passed them with clean sheets on their way to the bathroom. Cass couldn’t walk, and Edgar was in a sorry state as well. The poor man had suffered the most at Cass’ hands, and lips. He was covered in hickies, bite marks, Cass’ cum. It was like Cass was making sure everyone knew he belonged to him, and Cass couldn’t even find the shame inside of himself to feel bad yet.
Gideon was a little less marked, outside of his thighs, back and forearms. There Cass had left long, deep gashes from his nails. Apparently they were flickering between regular human nails and the clawed nails that Edgar sometimes got from his demonic blood. It had to be tied to how much Cass was being fed, and hearing that out loud made the other two quite happy.
Even Sam seemed pleased that Cass was being well-fed, while Cass wasn’t sure if he agreed. What if that meant that Cass was...more prone to his base desires once his demonic bloodline truly awakened?
He was too scared to even voice that thought out loud.
Thankfully, Gideon didn’t seem to mind the deep gashes, and Cass wasn’t the only one who created them. Edgar was also responsible for some of the marks on Gideon, especially a few carefully placed fang marks that had made Gideon explode in Cass’ mouth like a geyser. Cass had greedily gulped it all down while Edgar and Gideon had shared an intense, beautiful moment together.
Cass didn’t realise the state he was in, thinking he’d somehow gotten away unscathed despite having a set of working eyes that could see exactly when and what was happening to his body, but it didn’t click until he was standing naked in the bathroom. He caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror and he froze.
If he thought Edgar was bad, Cass should be in the damn hospital.
He was a combination of Edgar and Gideon, claw marks, fang bites, hickies, bruises, his thighs were rubbed until he looked like he’d gotten a carpet burn there. His pale skin was marked and there was no way that it couldn’t have happened without his consent.
Cass could even remember himself begging for more. More of what? Cass wasn’t exactly sure, but catching sight of himself in the mirror made his body hum. Fuck, he wanted to do it all over again.
That was what his body was saying. He could feel himself grow wetter between his thighs and he squeezed them tightly as Edgar and Gideon fussed over getting the tub filled.
Edgar had already used magic to get it started but they were just getting the finishing touches done. They had left Cass standing by the sink because he was supposed to be capable of that much at least.
Cass stared at himself, at Cassian and finally had to face a truth. He’d been avoiding it this whole time but if he was about to do what he planned to, he had to face it. This was going to be his new body. There wasn’t going to be a trace of his old physical body left. He’d killed it, after all, in that damn dungeon. After th shit they had already pulled, now Cass wasn’t sure if they hadn’t actually grabbed his real body from another world.
He hoped that wasn’t the case, but fuck, it was a terrible, horrifying possibility.
Either way, this body, this fragile frame, this white hair, red eyes and skin white as fucking snow would belong not just to Cassian anymore. They would also be his. He wouldn’t need his glasses ever again in this body, and he was slowly strengthening it even as they spoke. The cum inside of his stomach was a sign of that, even if it made his cheeks flush.
Cass tentatively reached for the mirror, placing trembling fingers against it.
He wouldn’t have brown hair ever again, nor would he have brown eyes. This thin, aristocratic face would be his going forward. It might not be what he was used to but...it would be his. As long as Cassian agreed to this. His hands wouldn’t be rough from labour, they wouldn’t be scarred and hardened.
He wouldn’t have the strange pain in his foot from when he twisted it and never got it treated. His back wouldn’t ache from the hard labour he’d done as a kid to earn scraps for him and his sister to live off of.
He would have the thin, small body of a man who was unwell, and neglected, but didn’t have to do what Cass had to do to survive. Their struggles were comparable, but different. They had shaped them differently.
Cass let out a shaky breath.
If this was going to be his body, he was going to have to step up. He was going to have to do a lot more than he was to get his body into shape. He didn’t like being sickly and reliant on others because of that. There also hadn’t been a chance for him to change that in the few months that he’d been here thus far because Cassian was not well enough to consider it.
That would not be the case going forward. He was going to earnestly eat well, ask Gideon to help him train, and make it so that everyone was going to underestimate Cass and that would be a poor decision on their part. He would also move forward with a few of the plans that Cassian had made since they were good.
He had already put so many things in place that he needed to check up on, needed to make sure they were going smoothly.
"Bunny?" A soft voice, followed by a soft, sweet touch that almost brought tears to Cass’ eyes. Edgar wrapped himself around Cass, his blue eyes filled with a quiet concern, his lips turned up in a smile. "What has you staring at yourself like that? Is it dawning on you that you’re going to have to wear collared shirts or drink that horrible tonic to heal yourself?" Edgar teased and Cass felt his face scrunch up in disgust.
"I would rather wear collared shirts for weeks before drinking that stuff if I don’t have to." Cass said harshly, and both Gideon and Edgar laughed. Edgar leaned in and planted a kiss against his cheek. The reflection in the mirror was like a punch to the gut.
Cass knew that he was actively participating in these moments, that was hard to miss, but seeing it? Witnessing it with his own eyes?
Cass gulped, his cock twitching. He was realising that he’d had a similar reaction when Lucian had been showing him his own body....
Did Cass have a voyeurism kink? With as many partners as he had, it probably wasn’t a bad thing.
"Sweethearts? The bath is ready." Gideon called softly, coming to stand behind them and wrapping his arms around their shoulders. He gave them a squeeze, his touch comforting instead of possessive.
Cass felt his chest tighten, emotions still high from the heat and his body not fully under his full control. His hands twitched, his body aching deeply, and Cass shivered. Both men turned to him.
"Bath first." Cass breathed, a deep, red flush covering his cheeks. "After...After I think..." Cass let out a low breath. This would have been easier for him if he wasn’t so aware. "Fuck." Cass mumbled. Gideon’s green gaze brightened, leaning down and pressing a kiss against the back of Cass’ throat.
"Hmm. Are you desiring something more on the base side of things?" Gideon asked, dropping his hand from Cass’ shoulder and slowly, dangerously sliding it down Cass’s body. Edgar watched his hand move, his mouth slightly ajar. Cass wasn’t any better.
When Gideon’s hand stopped over Cass’s lower stomach, dangerously close to his cock, Cass flexed his stomach as Gideon pressed in slightly.
"Do you want something here, Cassy Baby?" The soft, quiet whimper was half the answer alone. Cass shivered, closing his eyes because the impact was too much.
"By the gods." Edgar whispered roughly. "I get it now." That only made Cass shiver more.
"T-The tools." Cass managed to get out, the words nearly strangling him. "The Doctor provided them. W-We need to use them." Cass rambled.
"Need to?" Gideon asked. "Why? Are my fingers not long enough?" Cass nearly choked. Where was the Gideon who didn’t know any of this?
Where had his sweet, innocent knight gone?