Kushiel stifled the urge to laugh. You could always count on Ari to be… well, Ari-like.
Michael just smiled. “Ari, are we going to go question Levi?” he asked.
“Ah, no little dude. Definitely not. Levi wouldnotbe happy to see me. Best if Kushiel and Cassius go on their own to question him,” Ari responded.
“What did you do?” Michael sighed.
Ari actually blushed at that, which surprised Kushiel. Usually Ari was proud of his pranks.
“Ugh, well, I might possibly be a teeny bit responsible for a little itty bitty reign of terror he may have had a few hundred years ago,” Ari mumbled.
Kushiel’s suspicions on who exactly “Levi” was suddenly grew.
“Ari,” Kushiel asked, “what is Levi’s full name?”
“Leviathan,” Ari answered, then he took another bite of croissant and moaned. “Dudes, this is really awesome. So tasty.”
Cass looked at Kushiel. “Does he mean…” he started, trailing off.
Kushiel sighed. “Yes, I’m afraid so. He means Leviathan, the sea monster who supposedly destroyed countless ships in human folklore. Although perhaps that is not merely folklore.”
“Dudes, it is not my fault,” Ari defended.
Even Michael snorted at that.
“Well, I guess we’re going to go question a sea monster,” Cass replied. “Maybe not the strangest thing I’ve ever had to do, but it ranks up there.”
Ari just snorted, shoving some more croissant into his mouth and mumbling, “He’s a chill demon in reality. I’m sure you’ll be fine, bruh.”
Kushiel couldn’t help thinking that the statement was not very reassuring from a demon of chaos.
So Kushiel foundhimself on a boat with Cassius that afternoon. Paradise Falls wasn’t all that far from the coast, and of course Ari “knew a guy,” and they’d found themselves “borrowing” a boat, although it was more of a yacht than anything, complete with a stateroom, a galley, a head, and a salon. It even came with a captain to pilot the boat—a grizzled old man who was happy to take them a few hours out to the middle of the ocean. When Ari mentioned that they were looking for Levi, the man had nodded his head and said nothing else, heading off to the bridge while Michael and Ari wished them well.
Kushiel decided it was best if he didn’t ask too many questions.
He wasn’t too worried, at any rate. If there was trouble, he could always use his wings to transport them to safety easily enough. He would’ve transported them to speak to Leviathan, except there was really nowhere to transport them to in themiddle of the ocean, so they found themselves standing on the deck of the boat and watching the coastline get smaller as they made their way out into the ocean.
The sun was shining, the sea was still and calm, and Cassius was snuggled up next to him; Kushiel couldn’t imagine a nicer way to spend an afternoon.
Then Cass leaned up and kissed him. His tongue traced the seam of Kushiel’s lips, and he parted them without thought, allowing Cass in. He tasted sweet, like the sugary concoctions his coffee shop created. Kushiel couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as Cass’s tongue dipped into his mouth. He sucked on it, making Cassius groan. The sound had Kushiel hard in a moment. He liked nothing more than pleasing Cass, and suddenly it was all he wanted to do. He wanted Cass’s length in his mouth again, feeling that hard, silky skin against his tongue. It made him think of Cass filling him in other ways, and he felt his erection get impossibly harder.
“Come on, K,” Cass whispered as he pulled away, and he grabbed Kushiel’s hand and led him down steps and into the stateroom.
The stateroom was dominated by a large bed, or perhaps that was all Kushiel could focus on in his haze of lust for Cassius as they stepped into the room.
Cass’s eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, and he said, “Let your true form out, Kush. It’s all I see anyway, and I want to know you’re being you when we’re together. You’re so beautiful.”
Kushiel felt his chest stutter with the warmth and love in Cass’s eyes. He did as Cass asked, letting his true form come out. Cass unwound the scarf from his neck, dropping it to the floor, and then he kneeled and pushed Kushiel’s pants down, gently lifting each of Kushiel’s legs as he took those off as well.
Cass groaned as Kushiel’s dick came into view, saying, “So pretty.”
Kushiel couldn’t help the blush that spread over his body. No one had ever complimented himtherebefore.
Cass just smiled, reaching a hand out to tug on Kushiel’s length. He groaned, the pleasure shooting through him. Still, he wanted Cass naked too. He wanted to please his lover.
“Please, Cass,” he murmured.
Cass leaned forward, licking the tip of Kushiel’s dick and making his hips jerk. “Please what, Kush?”
