Lucian stood in the middle of the Projects. He wasn't exactly what Verkur had expected, taller for one, but then, Verkur hadn't expected very much to begin with. Verkur stepped from the roof of one of the half built buildings, letting his wings carry him down to stand ten feet behind the youthful demon.

Verkur wore leather pants in a dark maroon color, very low ridden. A black, tight silk shirt decorated his torso, on side without a sleeve, only a thin strap, the other with a long sleeve. His skin was pale, his long hair in a silky black rope of a braid. Black boots. His leathery torn wings folded slowly and his white eyes glowed faintly.

"Lucian, I presume."

He chuckled softly, his claws tapping togather lightly against eachother making a solid sound like stone on stone.

Luther turned to face him fully, nodding, "You presumed correctly." He removed his jacket, tossing it to the side, "Well, I know what you came for, so we might as well cut to the chase. I carved my phone number for easy access on your lover and you come to tear me to shreds because I touched your territory."

After that, he cocked his head, "Is that all? Or have I other crimes on me?"

"Not yet you havn't, but I wouldn't put it past you to pile them up." He watched the jacket fall to the ground but didn't move an inch. He didn't try to correct Lucian about he and His Angel not being lovers. He simply stood there.

"What is it, Lucian, about my Angel that you are so facinated with?" He began circling around the younger demon, taking short, deliberate steps with long powerful legs. His wings were now folded, nearly molded to his back.

Lucian watched him as he stalked past him when he was in his view, "Well, correct. Was fascinated with. I no longer care for or want him. I was intrigued by his good sex and a little bit about him, but he's your territory. I don't want used goods." He slowly crossed his arms, taking a deep breath. He wouldn't not get angry over something gone. As in Alice.

Varkur nodded but continued to circle in closer until he reached out and dragged a claw tip along Lucian's back. That sharp, sharp claw didn't even knick the fabric, but somehow dragged sharply over skin. He circled around the front, dragging to claw around Lucian's stomach.

"Good. Then you will be leaving my Beings to me."

Beings. Meaning Alice was not the only one in this city called off-limits.

Lucian gave no facial expressions that the pain registered, but he did go a little bit on his toes. Now though, he was on his guard. He watched Verkur trail around him, eyes watching the demon carefully, "You'll have to -list- them for me then." When he came back around, Lucian gave a tiny smile, "And you don't have to worry about your -angel-. He's all your's, hands down."

Verkur's lips drew into a very slow smile. As he stalked around into another circle, pressing just a little lower, drawing his claws at Lucian's lower back, just above his pants. With his other hand he began to lift the edge of Lucian's shirt.

"Oh, You'll know who they are." Even though they're nothing like Alice. In fact, none of them, save for Erik and Lucifer, had anything in common.

"Automatically I will know?" Lucian watched him as he started to lift his shirt. Now this was an odd turn of events. He looked back to Verkur, an eyebrow raised. He couldn't hardly back away for the claw was there. Even if he did back away, that would show a weakness he was sure Verkur would be delighted open.

Oh, Verkur, what are you planning on doing? You're making Lucian's thoughts run wild.

Actually, the weakness wouldn't thrill Verkur as much as Lucian might think. While Lucian must know Verkur is older, he doesn't know just how much older, these being only the years he's been on earth. Longer is you counted his home. And Lucian being only three hundred hadn't impressed him.

Verkur let his claws slide through the shirt, slicing up the back, and pulling it open. He pressed his knees into the back of Lucian's hoping this would cause the other to go to his knees.

If it worked, Verkur would ride him to the ground.

Lucian's knees started to buckle with the pressure but he slipped one leg, catching himself, taking a step or two away from him. Despite the distance, he still didn't turn to face him, "What are you doing?" He demanded in a sharp tone, feeling his back completely exposed. The muscles tensed underneath the skin, rippling when he moved once more to toss off his glasses.

Verkur smiled at the question. Call it silly but he loved it when someone asked him that. Or rather, he loved to answer the question.

"Whatever it is I want."

So much for being on top of him. It didn't matter. Vurkur took the two steps, closing the distance between them again, his chest nearly touching Lucian's back. He ran his claw up the exposed back, up the spine. It drew no blood and left no scratch.

Lucian's back arched as the claw traced down his spine. Whatever he wanted didn't seem to comfort him either. He tried to step out of the 'uncomfortable' zone, taking another step away from him. Now, this made his conditions good. For now. So, he decided to increase his comfort level by buttoning up the torn shirt over his scar. "Verkur.." His tone held a frown in it, "What -are- you doing?"

Verkur, again closed the space, but this time he pressed his body to the others. Being just a little shorter he had to rise to his toes a little to press his lips against the flesh behind Lucian's ear, a very sensitive place. His words breathed over the others skin since he didn't breath at all.

"What. Ever. The. Fuck. I. Want."

Each word was deliberate, each word drew another pattern over Lucian's skin with his claws. Then he made a soft sound that Alice called a purr but Verkur called a growl, though Alice was right, it was closer to a purr then a growl. He ran his claws up Lucian's nack, then back down the spine.

"You don't like it?"

"I can't say that I'm comfortable with it."

He shivered when he felt his lips behind his ear. It was one thing to have others do it, but to have -Verkur-. His skin was cool and his voice felt more like gravel grounding together. He wasn't able to stand much more. The light traces of claws down his neck and back sent him to his knees, still trying to avoid his touches.

Lucian on his knees, Verkur actually followed him down, sitting on his knees as well, his mouth stayed behind Lucian's ear, one set of claws sliding around his waist, the other set sliding up his back again.

"And Alice was sooo afraid you'd try to jump down my pants." He chuckled softly and lay a very gentle kiss on the skin behind Lucian's ear. His lips were softer then they looked, cool but not cold.

"And here I came thinking I may have to resist you."

His hand, without the use of his claws this time, slid down Lucian's belly.

Lucian tilted his head away from his kisses, "Jump you?" He shook his head despite how close Verkur was, "Alice has me pinned to a sterotype. He doesn't know who I am. He hasn't even seen me for nearly fifty years." He sounded scornful as this subject came up, "Alice doesn't know what he was talking about."

Thinking about Alice at the moment killed his sex drive and the fact that an older, much stronger demon was doing this seemed to confuse him and to the most extreme cases, scared him a little. As Verkur hand slid down, Lucian reached, stopping it. "No."

Verkur pushed Alice forward when he stopped his hands decent downward. His claws at Lucian's back dug into the flesh. He pushed him forward and rode his body down. Verkur's wings unfolded from his back as though a button had been hit and formed a sort of wide tent around them. Instincts.

Verkur's claws carved slowly at Lucian's back. What was he doing?

"This." He said it slowly as he scratched away. "is you warning. You only get one. Never. Ever. Harm my Angel."

Ah revenge.

When he dropped his claws away from Lucian's back, words were carved into his skin, much like his phone number had been into Alice's. Vyncyra

Labeled.

Verkur leaned over and drug his tongue over Lucian's back, licking at the blood.

"Keep your -angel- clear of me and you won't have to worry about a single thing." His hands curled a little as Verkur carved into his back. He had no idea what it was nor was he caring at the moment. Even if he knew, what did it matter to him if Vyncycra was on his back?

Despite with Verkur on top of him, he pressed his hands into the ground and tried to push himself up, "Is this all you called me out for?" He just grit his teeth, bearing the pain sparking in his back as his skin stretched.

"This is exactly what I called you for."

To establish dominance. Verkur seemed to, at one point or another, butt heads with everyone. Even, it seemed, with the Gods. Now you'd have to be either a really cocky bastard or really stupid to go up agains the Gods. Verkur wasn't stupid. Of course, you could tell, by the God of War's mark on the side of his neck, who exactly had won that butting of heads. But he'd still done it.

He sat up so that he was straddling Lucian's lower body, leaving him to prop his upper body up. He ground his hips against Lucian's body, riding hard to ground the front of Lucian's body into the hard soil.

"I believe you proved your point already. You called me out to defend your lover and you've done just that." When he rocked into Lucifer's body, he went into the dirt, getting smudges on the side of his face. He reached back, grabbing Verkur's forearm, trying to rip it off.

"You shouldn't play more than needed."

It pulled his arm, shifting him forward slightly.

"Who said I was playing?"

There were notes of threat in his voice for the first time really. His accent, if thats what you can call it, became thicker. Remember what happened when Alice grabbed his arm? Verkur raised his other clawed hand but stopped, midway to raising it. He breathed a moment, then brough the claws flying down, soving them through the dirt, all five inches, all the way to his fingertips. He did this inches from the other demon's face, as if to emphasize.

He ground his hips against Lucian again, lowering his upper body down to Lucian's back and licked at the blood again. His arm still left in Lucian's hand, muscles flexing.

Alright, so he wasn't playing.

"Then if you're not, what is your intention?"

Despite having the claws coming close to his face, he tried to rip out from underneath of Verkur. Each time he pushed his upper body against him, it was harder to see any kind of escape. He was left to push on his toes, trying to use his blood as a lubricant to slip out from underneath him.

Slippery sucker. Vurker pulled his arm out of Lucian's grip and placed it under one arm, sinking his claws into the soil. Now he had a hand under one arm and over the other. Verkur's very sharp teeth bite down on flesh on random places.

"I havn't decided what to do with you yet."

He traced the letters of his name that he'd carved into Lucian with his tongue, licking the blood.

"Maybe I'll eat you."

Some people wouldn't know exactly how real that possibility is.

He found it that he could no longer slip away. He tried still, but he only pushed against his arms. "Decide!" Lucian grounded out between his teeth, his shoulders bunching when Verkur started to trace his art work. "If you're going to eat me, just eat me already!" He couldn't only glare at Verkur out of the corner of his eye, but it'll do.

Verkur raised his head and smiled. This one had defiantly interested him. He pulled one hand from the soil with ease and slid it down the back over the wounds. He slid his claws to trace the waistband of Lucian's pants. Then lay the length of his body, his mouth to the other's ear.

"Would you have me eat you? There is no lust to you. No fight that I was lead to believe there was."

Is he taunting him? Or is he serious?

Lucian growled, "I would rather you eat me than have to listen to -you- or ever have to see that -whore- again." He didn't like the fact either that he felt he was being taunted. "I can't lust with the idea of that bastard nor can I work anything up when all I have is the ground and no space." While Verkur's claws traced around his waist band, he jerked his hips back, digging his body into them. He hissed, trying to prove his point, "See? No space."

Verkur chuckled then, so very not a human sound.

"I see your complications."

He suddenly hooked his right hand under Lucian's left hip and yanked, trying to roll the demon's body over under him. If Lucian cooperated, it would be a smooth, painless action, save for the wounds on Lucian's back. The demon's white eyes were glowing brightly. Who was seducing who here? And he was warned that he would have to resist the other. Laughable.

Lucian rolled over, pleased to have his shirt as a barrier between Verkur and himself. He bided well, with the wounds on his back, again, proving that he had a high tolerance by not even flinching.

"I may have no lust, but you better not think I have no skill. This will be the one and only kiss you'll get." He tipped his head forward, stealing a kiss that would blow minds away, but maybe not Verkur's because he was different. Never the less though, he pulled away, his head turned away too, "That's it. Now are you done? You've had your fun."

It was a good kiss, even competeing with three thousand years of kisses, it ranked high on the list. Unfortunatly for Lucian, and even for Alice, neither could live to the standard of a God. And Let's remember, Verkur's has had Sans. Or rather, Sans had Verkur.

The kiss broke and the demon chuckled.

"You are good. I grant you that. But you could not match a god." He leaned down. "Had I had you before a God, that may have swooned even me."

He ground his hips against Lucian's, rolling his body like a bonless cat.

"I've not had any fun yet." Like cutting him up wasn't fun in the least.

Lucian pushed at Verkur's shoulders, now glaring at him, "Well, why don't you go off to your god and leave me be? It seems like you'll have more fun with him." Again, he pushed, near spitting in Verkur's face. He was getting angry at the demon on top of him because he couldn't even budge him, "Get off of me!"

Verkur grinned. Why was it he liked people so angry? Probably the same reason he liked to be feared. And no one knew the answer to that one yet. He pushed his hips upward against Lucian's.

"No." And he doesn't take lightly to demands.

He grabbed a fistful of Lucian's hair and pulled his head backwards, bitting with sharp teeth at Lucian's throat. Claws shredded the front of the other's shirt and he frowned at Lucian's throat. He licked the bandage.

"What's this?"

Suddenly there was real curiosity in his tone as his picked off pieces of shirt, baring Lucian's upper body.

"Get off of me!" He yelled again, squirming all til something bad happened.

Verkur found his weak spot.

When he used his powers, that scar glowed. It was his outlet of power so it was extremely sensitive. Plus, it was a weakness for he was very conscious of it. He didn't like people to see it let alone touch it. It was just something that went on. Not even Alice had seen what the scar looked like.

Anyways, he stopped moving for a moment, a sinking feeling growing in his stomach. "It's nothing!" He growled, angry, but he was masking his fear with his anger. His hands flew up around his neck, trying to push away Verkur's face. "Mind your own business!"

Verkur made a small ah sound. The sound that means he's just found something he's bound to like. Ironic that the scar was over the throat, one of the first places an animal attacks. A kill spot. Verkur would know. He licked the bandage again, even with Lucian's hands on his face, then obliged by moving his face away from it.

"It would be nothing, if you'd not made a deal of it."

He smiled. Suddenly, and when had his hand moved from the other's chest?, Lucian's pants were undone.

"It's nothing because I don't want you to see!" At least he was honest.

He felt relieved when he left his neck alone. Though, not much. His hand dived in between their bodies, re-doing his pants up again. He wasn't a virgin, but no way was he going to be hanging around this demon, naked. "I told you. No."

Verkur reached back down and Undid his pants again.

"And I told you I don't care."

Uh-oh. Verkur's eyes fell to the bandage again. He really was interested in what was under the wrap of cloth. He leaned down and bite at Lucian's chest. His white eyes glowed again, brighter. Well, now ALice was just wrong. Entirly wrong. Lucian wasn't jumping down his pants. If anything, he was doing just the opposite. Verkur put his aristocratic face very near the other demons then.

"Do you not find me desierable?"

He didn't seem to care whether or not Lucian found him desirable.

Maybe he would have under different circumstances, but right now, "No!"

But when he bit, Lucian arched up just a smidgen before smashing himself down flat. "I -don't- want you!" And he reached down and did up his pants -again-. He was not going to be disrobed if that was the last thing he could do. "Go amuse yourself with your hand. I'm sure you could find yourself a quiet corner!"

Verkur held a clawed hand in front of Lucian's face with a very amused look on his face.

"I've learned better then that."

Wow. Verkur with a sense of humor that wasn't morbid? That was new. But actually, Verkur could do anything without scratching himself with those claws, years of practice. Many years. He reached down and unbuttoned the pants again and yanked them down off Lucian's waist so he couldn't do them backa gain. He rocked his hips against the younger demon again.

He wanted his pants back. Sadly though, they were out of his reach. He growled, running out of options. "What do you want? Do you want me to just give up and give you sex and you'll go away?" He had run out of options. Despite giving up, that didn't stop him from cracking Verkur in the jar. He didn't die down without a bite.

Verkur smiled at the crack. He took it without turning his face to the side, taking the full force of it. Then returned the favor, restraining strength because, with that muscle he'd break a jaw, or shatter it.

"I never. Go away." he replied, reaching over his shoulder and pulling his own shirt off. His chest was matted, litterally, with scars. Scars that had to have been deep, deadly. Fourtunatly on this earth, it was very hard to kill him. Well...Unfortunatly for everyone else.

His jaw jutted out in defiance. Despite being hit, Lucian turned his face back to Verkur, bearing it. "I don't care. GO AWAY!" He yelled at him, absolutely frustrated, but he fell silent- side from his chest heaving in gaping breaths. What silenced him was the map of scars every where on his chest. He was dealing with more than he had originally thought.

Crap.

"Can't you go screw Alice? That's the only thing he's good for."