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Something clicked, and Tomas shoved himself away from the demon almost violently. "No. No I'm not my father. I'm stronger." Really, he had no idea if that was true or not, but he had to believe that it was in order to even hope for survival. Tomas stood tall, despite his extremely thin frame, and tried to hide his absolute fear. "Why me?" he asked, attempting to buy more time. "Why him? Why are we so special?"
 
Borra sighed softly. "Because it's fun to torment Azazel." He stated while he stood and walked over to where the man was. "I really could not care less about you or that poor sap that he killed." He shrugged a little and then pressed the other into the wall some more. He pressed his hips into his, chuckling a little more. "You'll be so much fun to play with. Already broken, but so much more to be broken."
 
Grinning, Tomas pressed his hips back. He swallowed his fear and tried to allow himself to feel want and pleasure. It would hopefully make what was about to happen a little less awful...right? "What if I'm willing?" he asked, whispering softly while veiling his thoughts and emotions. "We can torture Azazel together..."
 
Borra smirked and kissed his chin, nipping the flesh lightly. "Mm. then it makes it better, but you still don't have a choice." he purred, biting the other's flesh a little rougher than needed. He chuckled some more, grinding into him some more while he bit the flesh again. "IT is fun to tease him." He mumbled and then kissed his lips roughly.
 
Tomas hummed, not wanting to agree or disagree outright. The teen kissed the demon back, pressing his hips forward just a touch more. "And why is it that you want to tease Azazel so badly?" he muttered, trying to make Borra believe that his answering the question was like porn for him. The half demon was still trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation.
 
Borra smiled and lifted him up, turning and tossing him onto the bed. "Why wouldn't I want to ruin my son's life?" He chuckled and slid onto his form, grinding his hips and smirking a little more He leaned up to kiss his lips with a chuckle. "He's the one that abandoned me and quite deserves being tortured." He grinned and kissed him again.
 
He grinned as if he agreed and returned the kiss, opening himself up to the other male. Tomas figured that going along with it would be far less painful than fighting it. "I can't see why anyone would want to abandon you," he offered, trying hard to not laugh at his own blatant lie. "I don't understand how sleeping with me will ruin Azazel's life?" he asked while brushing his lips over the demon's jaw.
 
"Oooh. Because he likes you." He purred, nipping his neck with a grin. "It's so much fun to take his things away. His toys. His boyfriends. His daughter was the best." He chuckled and kissed his lips once more.

"Yes. And now you've pissed him off even more, daddy." Azazel grumbled and yanked the other away, by the neck, and threw him to the side. Walking past him, he smacked the back of Tomas's head. "You! What's wrong with you?" He huffed and then turned to Borra, growling some more. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! He doesn't even like me. So just fuck off and go bring someone back from the dead to fuck, you goddamned necropheliac!" He hissed and then turned back to Tomas. "ARe you coming with me or staying with him because you will maybe last a month. but knowing you, you probably WANT that!"
 
Despite himself, Tomas breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Azazel's face. The teen sank back into the mattress until the offer of leaving. "Me? What the hell took you so long!" The white haired male nearly threw himself at the younger demon and rushed out of the room with him. "And why didn't you tell me he was your father? Why is everyone's family as fucked up as mine?" The teen breathed a sigh of relief as they walked away, and he sagged against Azazel's side a bit. "Thank you, by the way."
 
Azazel gripped him tighter, eyes closing while he continued walking. "Because, 'oh yes my dad's a psychopath who enjoys ruining my life in the worst ways possible' doesn't seem like a cheery conversation starter. More like an ender followed by awkward silences." He shrugged and gripped him a bit more. "you're welcome. Any time." He kissed his head. "I heard you the first time of saying my name. I just wanted to... torture you a little." He smiled and kissed his head again. "I'm terrible. But, you should have said my name first thing. Jerk."
 
"I... I said your name?" Tomas looked up at the other, clearly confused. He didn't remember much of what was said other than Azazel was that asshole's son. He stayed silent, reflecting back on what had just happened but shuddered and gave up. Did he really want to remember? "Can you just take me home, please?" he asked softly, tired and just wanting to lick his wounds.
 
Azazel nodded, starting up the portal and walking through. He made his way toward the other's room, opening the door and letting him go inside. He then kissed his cheek. "Please, call me if you need anything." He whispered with another kiss to his cheek. "And stay safe. I am going to put up a little spell to keep him away from taking you. The whole house."
 
Glad to be home, the only thing that was on Tomas' mind was crawling into bed. But as the adrenalin drained, the fear set in a bit further. While Azazel's words were comforting, it wasn't enough. Not yet, anyway. The teen reached out and took the other male's hand. "Stay?" he asked, voice soft and shy. He didn't want to give the wrong impression, but Tomas knew that the demon was the only one who knew that he wasn't as okay as he pretended to be, and Tomas didn't want to pretend right then. "I just... Don't want to be alone."
 
Azazel stopped and he turned to him with a smile. He nodded while walking over to where he was. He helped him to the bed, pulling the sheets aside and pushing off his shoes, tugging the other onto the bed. Sitting down, he pulled him onto his lap and then placed him onto the bed again, holding him happily. "Relax. Sleep. I'll be here until you want me gone."
 
He let himself be manipulated and moved around, finally relaxing once they were both in the bed. Tomas curled into the other male's side, thankful for the sense of security and safety and warmth that came with the man's arms around him and the words he spoke. He wanted to say more; to ask more questions, but was too tired and was quickly asleep before a fully formed thought could pass through his brain.
 
It did not take long for Azazel to sleep beside the other. Sinking into the mattress and against the man's body. He curled up against him, eyes closing while he slept soundly.

In the morning, Azazel was still beside him, sleeping soundly and refusing to let go of the other. His arms hugged him a little more, not wanting to let go. He took in a few deep breaths and cooed gently at the scent that filled his nose.
 
Very slowly, Tomas began to wake. He'd slept more deeply than he had in a very long time. While the half demon didn't feel one hundred percent better, he did feel a little better after getting some proper sleep. The warmth next to him confused the half demon slightly, but only until his brain wasn't quite so fuzzy and the events of the previous day had begun to come back to him. The conflicting emotions confused him. Tomas was warm and comfortable, but also on edge and a bit wary of the man who was holding him so tightly. "Morning," he whispered, unable to sort through his feelings just yet. There were too many, and focusing on the male behind him seemed safest right then.
 
Azazel groaned and nuzzled into the other a little more. He slowly leaned away with a yawn. "Good morning, beautiful." He whispered and released his companion. He slid his arm away from the other with another quick kiss to his cheek. He giggled gently and fully moved away, not wanting to be too close to the other and risk him beating him up. "How did you sleep? Would you like something to eat? How about a nice bit of toast and juice?" He was trying.
 
"'m not hungry, thanks." Tomas didn't snap at Azazel like he had in the past, but the months of not eating at all or not eating properly had made him simply not hungry most of the time. "I think Papa is making breakfast though," he offered when the smell of bacon wafted up into the room. "I'm sure there's plenty." The teen smiled at the other as he struggled to pull himself from the mattress and stay standing upright long enough to slowly make his way to the bathroom. Tomas was still very unstable on his feet, but was getting better at hiding it after he'd fully woken up. The teen turned back to the bed before closing the door over to shower. "Thank you for staying." He gave a small smile and then closed the door, wanting to soak in a warm bath for a bit. Azazel was welcome to stay, but Tomas felt dirty still.
 
Azazel looked up at the door and he smiled a little more. He was happy to see him looking a little bit better. He nodded. "Any time." He said, standing up and taking out a vile of nutrients and setting it down. He then turned on his heel to walk down the stairs, sighing softly as he did so. He walked into the kitchen, sniffing a few times as he went. "mm. Smells yummy." He said, sitting at the table and looking at Nikkos with a grin. "Do I get food?"
 
Smiling, Nikkos placed a plate in front of Azazel. He and Tomias knew that Tomas wasn't himself, still, and was grateful for the demon's continued caring and attention to their son when they were unable to give him what he needed. The brunette had considered asking Reichen to talk to Tomas, but figured it wasn't the best of ideas. As it was, the purple haired teen was on eggshells around his brother, not wanting to say anything that would make him more sad.

Nikkos was lost in his thoughts when Tomas entered the room and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Morning," he greeted softly. "Why don't you sit down? I can make you some oatmeal?"
 
A couple more weeks passed and Azazel stopped by a lot, okay every day. At least once. He would come back when he had any spare time. However, for the past few days, Azazel had no stopped by. not sent a servant. Not mysteriously had the vitamin vials. Nothing. It seemed he dropped off the face of hte earth. Which he had. He was in Hell, being tortured and maimed and everything else by Borra. Apparently psychological torture no longer was fun.

It took him another week, but eventually, the demon lashed out, slicing the demons throat and after quite the battle in his wounded state, Azazel won. He just barely managed a portal with enough energy to fall through it. There he fell onto Tomas's floor, what seemed to be from quite the height with the impact he fell Creating a bend in the hardwood floor. His blood pooling around him. His whole body was sliced in every sensitive spot. Broken bones. Bruised face. He was tortured and it showed.
 
He had enjoyed Azazel's visits. Tomas found that he liked the demon much more when they weren't spending every waking moment together, and instead spending a few hours talking, or napping. And when the demon stopped coming, the teen's depression once again began to spiral out of his control. He'd been getting better with his new friends' help and now he had been abandoned by someone he cared about yet again. There was no word, no sign of him. Nothing. Tomas curled back into bed and refused to eat once more.

The half demon was startled by the loud thump, and when he looked up his breath caught in his throat. "No... No no no..." The clouds that were in his head disappeared and the white haired male quickly moved over to the demon on the floor. He assessed the wounds and began to heal the ones that he could, but with no energy from not eating for so long... "MAMA!!! PAPA!!"
 
Azazel was still, breathing soft and barely there. His eyes stayed closed and his blue form faded to white. He looked horrible and his skin only seemed to be getting paler.

Tomias rushed up the stairs, hearing his baby and freaking out Especially when he heard the thud and with how little his boy was eating. Running into the room, he gasped. "oh no!" He quickly ran to the other, skidding to a stop and falling to his knees. He began to help heal, wanting to do all that he could to make sure that the demon survived.

Rune soon appeared, helping as well. He had heard the call and Tomias even was calling for him, so he knew it had to be serious. He looked at the man and sighed softly. "Why do you never have normal calls." He mumbled while he healed the worse cuts.
 
Grateful for his mother's help, the teen was barely aware of anything else, other than Azazel's body floating and then landing softly in his bed. He knew that his father must have been around and was grateful for that, too, but concentrated everything he had on healing the smaller wounds that would not take much out of him. But there were a lot of little wounds, and by the time everything was closed up (and he was assuming all broken bones were healed), the teen was beyond exhausted. He slumped into whoever was next to him, near passing out. "Is... okay... Az..." Tomas' voice was very weak and soft, and he could only hope that he was getting his message across clearly enough for his family to understand.
 
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