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Welcome to Atlantis Academy! (Lia && Chokuro)

Niko bit a french fry, eyes fluttering to the other. He stared at him for a little before he smiled warmly. "I um... I hope he was." He admitted and moved over to get closer to the man. He kissed his cheek softly before leaning away with a happier smile to his lips. "I ... I really do like this date so far." He stated and took a french fry and popped it into the other's mouth.

Azazel chuckled. "I'm not cupid, the love is theirs and theirs alone." He stated while turning to look at the other. "So. Are you jealous because your brothers are getting a relationship, or that your brothers are the two in a relationship with each other?" He figured it was one or the other. He either wanted to be in a loving relationship with someone, or with one of the men that were currently getting into one.
 
His smile grew with the words, and he leaned over to be closer to Niko. "Me too." It was Reichen's answer to each statement. The teen began to pick at his food, still a bit too nervous (and excited) to eat properly. He finished only about a quarter of the food that he'd ordered before he couldn't eat another bite. Reichen set the container of leftovers behind them and sipped on the tea, making small talk and trying to stop being so nervous. What was he nervous about anyway? The worst that could happen is that they went back to the way they were, right?

He stuck his tongue out at the other and pouted further. "You could have just forced him to marry you and been done with it!"
 
Niko smiled, sipping his iced tea as well. He then leaned against the other's side. His eyes closed and he cuddled closer. He had to admit: He really, really liked this. He was comfortable and enjoying himself quite a bit. He turned to him with a smile. "I like the scenery, don't you? The city always looks so peaceful."

Azazel grinned. "Ah! So you're jealous because you want Reichen." He nodded, stepping off the seat and walking over to where the other was, sitting in front of him now. "Wouldn't you rather both your brothers be happy than just you, while the others are miserable? oh and I totally would have taken his virginity by now. Would you really have wanted that?"
 
Reichen leaned back and pulled Niko closer to him, resting his cheek on the top of his brother's head. He hummed in agreement, eyes slipping closed as he just took in the entire evening. He was happy, and comfortable and content. "I... I'm kind of glad that everything happened," he admitted in a very soft voice. "I mean... I hated that you were sick, almost as much as you did. And now you're not and you're happy..." The fact that Niko was finally happy meant the world to Reichen.

"Shut up!" he screamed, standing so they were now chest to chest. "Shut up shut up!" He hated to feel like he was being selfish, even if that was exactly what he was being. He could have made Reichen happy! And Niko would have found happiness, too! But now he was miserable and it was all Azazel's fault! "Go away! You're such a screw up!"
 
Niko looked up at him and he smiled warmly. He nodded after another moment. "I'm very happy too." He smiled and scooted closer to Rei. "I am no longer sick. I'm as healthy as you! Still twiggy, but well... that's just me.. and.. and now I'm with you." He wrapped his arms around his waist, face pressing into the crook of his neck. "I love it." He whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

Azazel smiled as the other yelled and threw a hissy fit. His eyes stayed with him and he took his hands, pulling the other into a dancing position, then beginning to do a simple waltz around the room. "No. I can't go away. That's no fun." He stated while continuing to move him around the room. "Also, I'm not the screw up here. I'm a demon. I do what I do, what I'm meant to do. You? You're the one crushing on your brother, willing to even sell out your other one for him." He then pulled away and looked down at the other.
 
He smiled and hugged Niko closer, kissing the top of his head. It was a nice night, and perhaps (maybe) he would have to thank their father when he saw him next. Of course, that was a big maybe as he hated to admit to the man that he'd been right because he then became unbearable for days. Reichen stroked his fingers through his brother's hair, content to be together and take things slowly. They'd have to move fast enough in the coming months if they were going to be able to stop that stupid demon from ruining Niko's life.

Tomas pulled away, glaring at the man and wishing he could cause the other to burst into flame. "You are a screw up! You couldn't even make a simple contract stick! I could do it in my sleep!" He chose to ignore the other comments about sacrificing Niko. He loved both of his brothers, he truly did. But he hated how close they were.
 
Azazel laughed and sat down. "Oh. you're precious!" He purred, sitting down onto a chair once more, left leg over his right. "I could have easily done it. I could have made Niko be my husband and whatever else, but I like you more." he looked up at the other, smiling more. "That and the tension between those two would have been frustrating to have taken Niko. Reichen would have gone into some depressive state. Niko would never want to be close to me. Blah blahblaaah. I end up miserable with a whiny brat. You, on the other hand, and ignoring your current whines, are stronger than that. I quite like you. That and you have a nicer ass. Very nice." Among a few other little things that made the demon enjoy Tomas more than Niko.
 
"Shut up!" he yelled once more, promptly sitting down so that his rear end was no longer on display. "Too bad for you I'm not stupid enough to sign a contract with you. And I'm not whining you dumbass!" Tomas wasn't quite sure why he was still arguing with Azazel. He supposed it was because leaving would mean that he'd lost the argument and he hated losing. Besides, the demon was a screw up! "And you don't know that! They could be awkward and weird and uncomfortable! And Niko's too shy to find anyone else before four months is out!" One could hope... Even if he was berating himself in the same breath.
 
Azazel laughed. "You're cute! you think I can only get someone if I force them? Tsk tsk." He shook his head and relaxed into the chair a little bit more. His arms draped over his torso, foot swinging in the air a few times while his eyes stayed with the other's. "And no. I know that they're meant for each other. Don't question a damn demon." he rolled his eyes and then turned s he was facing the other a little bit better. "So you're going to deny being sexually attracted to me? I realize you hate my personality, but I think I'm quite good looking." he looked at his form before he shrugged and snapped his fingers. His skin turned a soft pearl color, his eyes the light blue his skin had been. A nice pair of jeans and a tee shirt now on his form. No tail. No horns. No pointed ears. He turned himself human. "Or is this more appealing?"
 
He huffed and turned away, unwilling to confirm or deny anything. Tomas was angry and hurt and disappointed and sad, all rolled into one messy little ball. "Then why are you here?" he asked, finally (though still not looking at the demon). "You know they're meant for each other so why are you here, like you're waiting for your baby girl to come home from her first date? And why make the contract anyway! Or give him an out! You knew all along but without your interference they might never have figured it out!"
 
Azazel smiled warmly. "I made the contract for reasons I do not feel like telling you, nor do I have to." He stated, standing up from the chair, he walked over to where the other was, sitting beside him, but far enough away to not be too much of a creep. "And I'm here to attempt wooing you." He poked the boy's cheek. "And those two would have figured it out, but it is more fun to put fate in the speed lane." He then leaned toward the otehr, shoulder bumping into his. "And the selfish demon in me wanted to be here to be a shoulder to cry on."
 
Tomas huffed and scooted away. Why did his family have to be weird and connected to cocky demons? "Go away. I don't like you. I don't want you. You're old and a loser and a fuck up. I can do better." Besides that, he wanted Reichen! He huffed further and then stood and left the room. While Tomas knew that the other could follow him with a thought, he hoped that in the demon's attempts, he'd leave him alone in the hopes of scoring brownie points (which he wouldn't). Also, he'd inherited his uncle's blood lust, and wouldn't hesitate to fight physically.
 
Azazel watched the boy leave before he shrugged. He stood up and set a little vile with a glowing blue liquid inside on the side table to his bed, with a note that said 'just say my name' and he was gone. He would have gone after him on principle of just wanting to torture him and bother him, but he was not that big of an asshole. He honestly had been just trying to comfort him. and a little bit of getting laid in there, but he did not really want to make him hate him.
 
In the months that passed, Tomas was miserable. There were talks of wedding plans and games of footsie (okay not really) and his brothers sharing a room... He'd been sad since the night of their first date, but now he was past sad and on his way to depression when he realized something was wrong. He was unable to keep food down, his heart was racing every minute of the day, he was having trouble breathing, and if he had the strength to go look in a mirror, Tomas was sure he'd see dark and sunken in eyes and cheeks. He groaned. I was going on seven weeks now that he was feeling sick, and doctors would now just look at him and shake their heads. There was nothing that could be done, because no one could figure out the cause.

The half demon turned his head with a little groan and saw the bottle of liquid. It had been an internal battle for the past three weeks. He knew Karma was fucking with him, and if he ever met the bitch he'd kill her. A soft whisper passed Tomas' lips as he dropped back off into a light, troubled sleep.
 
Azazel appeared instantly beside the other, taking him in and sighing heavily. His fingers pushed through his hair and the blue skinned male walked over to where he was. "Way to wait until you're on your death bed, Tomas." He said simply and then sat down beside him on the bed, feeling his forehead and sighing some more. He let out a sigh and then straightened up a bit more. "Silly human." He whispered and then set a hand onto his cheek to be sure what was wrong with him. It really just seemed to be a case of depression. "Tomas..."
 
Nikkos made his way up to his son's room with a glass of water and some plain broth. He wasn't surprised to find Azazel there, though he was slightly disappointed that the demon would take advantage of Tomas so easily. The brunette set the tray down on the teen's bedside table softly before stepping to the bed and bending to kiss Tomas' forehead. "He's like me, even if he shares no DNA with me," he offered, hoping to soften the blow for his son a little. "If you force his hand, he will resent you." As hard as he and Tomias had tried, their youngest son had taken it rather personally that his mother had left him, even after the entire situation had been explained to him. Tomas had always had trust issues.
 
Azazel looked up at Nikkos, listening to the other and he sighed softly. "I am more concerned about him than wanting to get in his pants." he stated, sighing a little bit more. He then turned to look at Nikkos. "I... I want to bring him back with me. Get him away from all of these things." He admitted, biting his bottom lip while he looked up at the other. "I am sure being around everyone and their love lives is bad for him." He sighed, rubbing his arm a little bit. "I just want to make him better."
 
"He'll fight you," he offered softly. Nikkos could only imagine Tomas' reaction when he woke up in a place with Azazel that he hadn't consented to going to. "He'll be angry, and whether or not you're concerned now with getting into his pants, you'll have a real fight to get there once he's well again." Nikkos pressed another kiss to his son's forehead and then backed away, nodding his consent. "You will need to get permission from Tomias as well. If he's going to hate me, he's going to hate his mother, too."
 
Azazel nodded and looked at the other man. "I know. But then it'll give him something to take his mind off everything, right?"

"sure!" Tomias said as he walked into the room, sighing softly as he looked at the boy on the bed. "You are evil." he murmured, kissing his husband before he moved and kissed his son's forehead. "He can hate me. if it means he'll get better, he can hate me.'
 
Sighing, Nikkos turned into Tomias and hugged him. "I feel like a bad parent with all of our kids getting so sick." The brunette nuzzled into his husband's chest a little, seeking comfort from the man. He knew that they weren't bad parents, but it still felt that way sometimes. A thought popped into his head, though, and he looked up at Tomias. "The wedding?" he asked, unsure of what to do. Tomas surely wouldn't want to be there, but would feel like he had to go and so would torture himself by going and only make himself even more sick.
 
Azazel spoke up before Tomias could. "Postpone it." He said simply, eyes staying with the men. "The contract's moot by now. Take your time. Once he feels better and has come to terms with everything, he could come back then. He is not a prisoner. More a patient." He nodded then looked down at the boy, sighing heavily as he did so.

Tomias perked up, looking over at him and nodding a few times. "Okay..."
 
Nikkos nodded, thanking Azazel though he wasn't sure for what. In a way, he was the reason this had all started. The brunette turned back into his husband and cuddled closer to him, taking strength from him for another minute. "I'll go find Niko and Reichen and let them know." They would be relieved, in a way. Nikkos didn't think either were ready to marry.
 
Azazel nodded. "I'm not letting either see him. You two may visit once I get him up and going, but not the other two." he then scooped the boy up, picked out a few things of his - especially the ones Tomias said he liked best - and then disappeared without another word. He brought the boy into a very lavish room, bigger than his own with more furniture and a bathroom connected to it. Everything else was outside of the room. Kitchen, television, all those things.
 
Nikkos nodded and watched sadly as Tomas disappeared in Azazel's arms.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed but when Tomas opened his eyes, he was alarmed. He didn't recognize the surroundings. He wasn't in his bed. The half demon sat up as quickly as he could manage and tried to call out for his parents, panic starting to set in. Where was he? Why was he here? Was he dead? "Mama!? Papa!"
 
"Hey hey! Relax." Azazel said while walking in with some juice and toast for him to munch on. "I stole you. They both consented, so it isn't technically stealing, but you're in my manor nonetheless." He placed the food down and looked down at the other. "I brought your stuff, it's in the corner, I figured I'd let you choose what to do with it since you'll be here a while. That door's the bathroom. food's in the kitchen. There's a television with game systems and other things of that sort. And you may now commence yelling at me and whatever else, but get to it fast, I have shit to do." It was true. The demon was not just some idle one who stole kids' souls.
 
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