Cas sat upright when he felt Dalton’s arms encase him, silently letting his lover wipe away the blood from his hands. “I don’t want to get him back, not at the cost of you. All I need is you, Dalton. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all I need in the world.” Cas said, kissing him tenderly as he was pulled up to his feet and they continued to the next level. He was ready to by the time they reached the arch, to sacrifice more of his siren blood to the underworld, when he watched Dalton slice his palm before he could even stop him. He knew it wouldn’t open for Dalton, and that the precious blood leaking from his palm would be wasted.

With a swipe of Dalton’s hand, Cas watched in confusion as “PRIDE” etched into the stone and it rolled to the side to open for them. Still, Cas was in shock that the sin even opened for his human boyfriend. Watching the whole memory play out before him, he couldn’t help but to feel sorry for his lover the whole time, to be forgotten like he was, Cas knew all too well about that pain when his father left when Cas and Cal were young kids.

‘He died years ago.’ Was all Cas could hear ringing in his head on repeat. He reached for the male’s face, gently wiping away his tears as he watched him drop the rings to the ground. He felt Dalton’s hand slide into his own, and he squeezed it gently, and for a second, he looked back, down at the rings where Dalton had left them, and then at Dalton, and said, “I love you, Dalton Keller. We’ll get through this, because we have each other.”

Cas walked, pulling Dalton along with him until he came to the next arch. He took the glass fragment, and sliced it across his palm once more, swiping it over the stone. “LUST” etched into the stone. Cas dreaded this, almost as much as he did WRATH. So many questions ran through his mind, but the one that was the loudest in his mind, was whether Dalton would still love him after seeing this part of his past.  

Smoke filled the huge club of The Treasure Trove. It was Cas’ baby, his precious club. All of his brothers worked there with him. Cas watched from the balcony from the executive lounge, as the floor down below was filled with boys and men, of all different ages, crowded to the brim, practically bursting to the doors. Both lust and hunger were buzzing through the atmosphere, and Cas was thriving from it.  

The party though, was only just beginning. Cas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small satin satchel, opening it. He poured the magical sands into the palm of his hand; and blew it over the crowd. The sand seemed to twinkle like tiny diamonds in the strobe lights as it fell upon the club goers as two of Cas’ four brothers passed out different kinds of special apple treats, and drinks made from special apples he had gotten from Adam’s Apple Grove.  

They were special apples, those from the original tree where sin was born. Adam, a friend of Cas’ and God’s first descendant, had planted sin into the apple tree in the form of a spell, that whoever should consume one of the apples from his tree, would be filled with instant gratification and a lust driven will. Adam and Cas were each other’s best business and partners, so it didn’t really surprise Cas to see him among the crowd that night.

Cas continued to watch in amusement as the atmosphere in the club began to change yet again as everyone was biting into their apples and drinking their drinks, guys began to make out, and grind, until an orgy was breaking out in the middle of the floor. Some men trickled away into the backroom, and others onto the couches, all of which was riling the siren up, who was standing there licking at his lips now. ¬¬

His eyes scanned the crowd, until he locked eyes with one of the handsomest of men he had ever seen. He pushed his way through the crowd, until he was standing in front of the man. Cas didn’t even need to say anything, he never did, beauty always radiated from him, thanks to his siren’s blood, and he was able to captivate just about anyone if he looked at them long enough. He winked at the male, smirking gently, and reached out touching his naked chest. He was so smooth, and warm blooded, and the sweet siren blood in him began to stir and hum into his ears.

He was filled with his own lust, practically flushed in a way that wasn’t visible to an ordinary eye. His fingers slowly descended down the male’s chest, Cas softly cooing the entire time as he whispered sweet lustful words into his ear and hooked his fingers into the waistline of his pants. He watched the male’s lips curve into a small smirk, Cas whispered into his ear again, smirking even more this time; “You’re coming with me.” He said, pulling not even an inch away as he pecked his lips teasingly just beside his ear.

He led the way through the crowded floor, pulling the male by the rim of his pants until they were back up on his balcony. Cas leaned back against the edge of the balcony, and pushed the male to his knees, looking down at him. Cas had already admitted the male was beautiful, but he was even prettier on his knees before the siren. He stroked his fingers along the male’s cheek and under his chin, lifting it up and looked into his deep eyes, deep and dark like an abyss, so mysterious, and so sexy.

He very slowly, and seductively stroked his hand to the back of his head, raking his fingers through the short hair on the back of his head, and said, “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He admitted quicker than he wanted to, he usually loved a game of cat and mouse. The male responded by groaning, and slowly unfastening the buttons of his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses behind each button that he opened. Cas moaned out into the electric filled air, and already he could feel the lust bubbling inside him as his mind clouded. “Fuck.” He whispered, feeling the male’s perfect pillows for lips, kissing his chest and abs, licking and biting him as steam rolled off his skin.

His mind continued to cloud, and his eyes shut as he turned off everything around him, all he could see was darkness, and all he could feel was wet lips on him, until he couldn’t anymore. His mind was in complete darkness now, so was he, and all he could see from the back of his mind was red hair. How strange to think that up at a time like this. Surely, he had at some point in his passing, hooked up with someone with red hair, none that he could remember of course, after all, he had at this point, hooked up with thousands of guys, but for some reason he couldn’t shake the red hair from the back of his mind.

Normally, Cas wouldn’t even think twice of a guy, he never cared much for anyone, except for all his brothers. Other men though? They were just notches on his bedpost, conquests on his travels, bragging rights of who he banged and broke their little human heart. This was not like Cas at all, he wasn’t focused on what was in front of him – a delectable man, kissing and licking all over his body, and yet, he was stuck in his head. This bothered him immensely, more so because there wasn’t even a face yet to the top of this head he was seeing, and yet, here he was, stuck on it, not able to fully enjoy what was in front of him.

Cas was totally out of his element tonight, and part of him didn’t even care that it could ruin the reputation he had for being the best fuck anyone could ever have. He wanted to know why he was so bothered by what was going on in his head. He began to hear a gentle ringing in his ears, the most beautiful melody he had ever heard, but there was only one lyric, one word, a name, he was sure he never once uttered or met anyone with the name before, and yet he was comforted by it as he heard the name over and over again to the melody in his ears. “Dalton.”

Dalton…. that was all he could hear, even over the blaring music and rowdy guys, grunting and moaning in the background. “Dalton.” He whispered out the name in sync with the name playing in his ears. The male before him stopped kissing his body, and merely looked up at him in response, asking; “Who’s Dalton?” Cas looked down at him, almost void in the eyes now, he didn’t know how to answer him, because he didn’t know anyone named Dalton, but somewhere deep down, he felt this wasn’t right. “I don’t know.” He simply replied, pushing the male away from him. “I can’t do this.” He said, walking away from him and down the stairs through the crowd.

He made his way over the bar top, and sat down, Cal was behind bartendering, and handed a drink to him. “Seems like you have a lot on your mind tonight, Cas... that’s not like you. Is everything okay?” He asked sitting down across from his brother as he tucked the washcloth he was holding inside his pocket. “Cal… do you know someone named Dalton?” Cas said, sipping from his glass as he placed it back down and looked at it, spinning it on the bar top. Cal looked up at him, concerned now. “I sure do, I hope you would too, Cas. After all, Dalton is your boyfriend!”  

“What are you talking about?” He said chuckling out loud at what his brother said to him. “I don’t do boyfriends. I swear it’s like you’ve lost your mind, Cal.” He said, chuckling softly. Calder hopped from the seat he was sitting on, and signaled for their youngest brother, Atlas to take over for him behind the bar. Grabbing Cas by the wrist, he pulled him into the office in the back. “Have you lost your mind, Cas?” Cal said, giving him a worried look. Cas chuckled softly, thinking this was all some practical joke, and said, “Cal, you know the only boy I’ve ever wanted to date is you.” He chuckled kissing his cheek as he pushed him to his knees, looking down at him.  

“God, you’re so beautiful, Calder.” He said, cupping his face as he hunched over and placed a tender kiss onto his twin’s lips. Cal felt his lips tremble when Cas’ lips pulled away from his own. He never forgot what it was like to get a kiss from his siren twin, but had almost forgotten how weak in the knees his kisses made him. He almost gave in, pressing his nose against Cas’ skin, he sniffed and took in his scent. He could smell the familiar scents of Atlantica’s oceans in his blood – a reminder of the connection they shared. He kissed his brother’s sweet skin, cooing so gently, whimpering at the taste of pure perfection, but then he remembered his boyfriend, Jason, and Dalton. He knew how much Cas loved Dalton, even if he couldn’t remember that right now for some reason. And he loved Jason, more than anything.   

He stood up, face to face with his brother now, and cupped his face. “Caspian, I need you to remember. Remember, Dalton Salvatore Keller, your red headed muse, the boy you love, and the boy you imprinted with. I dunno what Hades did, but you and I aren’t a thing anymore, Cas… our imprint broke a long time ago, it’s just lust, the only way out is to just remember the truth, to believe the truth. Don’t let Hades manipulate your mind and win. Just close your eyes, and live your truth.” He said, watching Cas lean back against the wall and close his eyes. He disappeared.  

Cas took some deep breaths, fighting with his inner demon known as lust. This all felt real to him, like his reality, but he had never known his brother to lie to him. How could he believe something he didn’t think was real? Still though, even with his doubts, he listened to his brother’s words, let go of the lust and slowly opened his eyes.  

He was back in the tunnel, dark and musky, and Dalton was in front of him. He reached out, and pulled his red headed muse into his arms, saying, “Don’t ever leave my side. I love you Dalton.” He said, kissing him deeply as he watched the door to the demon Lust inching closed. Before it had fully closed though, he flicked his hand and sent a tidal wave into the closing door, drowning the demon and killing him in the process.  

“Dalton, we can finally get out of here, look, the doorway that just appeared is the exit.” ‘Ανοίγω στο κλείσιμο’ “We did this together, both you and I, and appeased enough where we don’t need to go through all seven. The gates of hell are opened. Let’s get the fuck out of here, babe.” He said, wrapping his arm around his lover’s waist and walking side by side with him, as equals.  

Once they were outside, Cas held his hand over the ground, and they were encased in a swirling vortex of water, that transported them in an instant back to Dalton’s house. Once they were on the front porch again, Cas looked at his sweet lover, the boy that had somehow managed to sweep the siren off his feet after he had known many heart breaks, and he touched his cheek, staring at him sadly. “I’m so sorry to you babe, that someone in my family had to put you through this terrifying ordeal. You of all people, didn’t deserve what happened to you, and I swear, I’ll protect you with every fiber of my being from now on.” He said, kissing him softly, “I love you, Dalton Salvatore Keller.”