You Teach Me Completion

"Stop it,” Fabian said glaring at his brothers. "You have to stop hiding how happy you are around me. I’m REALLY happy that you’re happy.”

Declan inhaled, "But it feels like we’re throwing it in your face. We know how much you miss Fiona.” He saw his brother's face sadden.

"I do miss her…but that doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate you all. Besides, I’m kinda used to not being able to feel what you all feel. I’m famine remember?” He stood, avoiding his brothers. "I’m going to go paint in my room and give you all some privacy for when everyone comes over. Please tell them hello for me, okay?” He left before his brothers could say anything else.

"I feel horrible for him,” Waylon said finally.

Callum nodded. "I couldn’t imagine not being able to feel anything, then slowly learning how only to have to return to what you were before.”

Declan ran his hand through his hair. "But he won’t talk to us...I want to help…but I don’t know how.”

Fabian plastered on a smile each day that passed. Until eventually he’d convinced himself that being emotionless was okay again. Because at least that way it wouldn’t hurt so much when he thought about Fiona, and the fact that she was the only one, who couldn’t forgive him, and all but disappeared.

He did have to admit though, seeing his brothers happy did something to him. It gave him an emotion, and it was something that genuinely made him smile. He dipped his brush into his yellow paint and placed it against the thick white board. Tilting his head up to the ceiling, he murmured low, "Painting also makes me happy… and sculpting… and all things creative… I think.” He processed his thoughts, comparing them to his feelings for his family. He grinned brightly, "YES! THEY MAKE ME HAPPY!” He exhaled in content that he figured it out, before continuing to work on his mural. He heard a knock on the door. "Yep. Come on in.”

Fiona entered and leaned against the door frame, and silently watched him paint. He absentmindedly called out, "Let me guess, you ran out of socks again. I told you to conjure them or buy them but stop taking mine.”

She laughed, "Noted. Though I don’t think I could fit them anyway.” She watched as he stilled before his brush hit the ground. She smirked and entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Clearly, from your deer in headlights look, you weren’t expecting to see me.”

"No, I wasn’t. I figured if you wanted to see me, you would have summoned me.”

She shook her head, "Now Fabian, when have ever been one to play by the rules?”

She finally got him to smile. "Not once since I’ve met you.”

"A gift and a curse…though you’ve never seemed to mind.”

"I don’t.”

She nodded and folded her arms to her chest. "Now, are we going to talk or are we going to fight? I’m prepared to do both, though I’m sure you know which I'd prefer.”

He moved his chair from his easel. "Talk.”

Fiona laid amongst the large papers and paints on the floor. She patted the area beside her, and Fabian came to lay down. They looked at the ceiling.

"You hurt me.” She heard him inhale sharply.

"I know…I didn’t mean it.”

Immediately when she heard the words, she believed them. "I know that too, but I need to ask you some things before I'm comfortable around you again.”

"Anything."

"How do you feel about what you did and is it something you can control? Do I have to worry about you going overboard again?”

Fabian processed her questions, trying his best to find the right words. "I-I think I feel guilt and remorse.”

She turned and arched her brow, "You think?”

He shook his head. "I’m sorry. I guess I should have told you. I don’t know emotions that well.”

"As in you have a hard time displaying them?”

He shook his head no, "I mean as if I don’t feel them often enough to readily know what is what.” He turned to her, "But I’m trying. I can decipher a few. Like I know what being happy is. Sad, lust, jealousy, anger, and now-what guilt and remorse feels like.”

"What about love?”

He paused, "From what I gather there are different types. I know I love my family, but that's about as far as I get.”

Fiona sat up on her elbow. "Wow I couldn’t imagine what’s that’s like. I-It sounds so unfulfilling.”

He wished he could tell her how right she was about that. How he was the epitome of what being unfulfilled means. Instead, he opted to answer the second part of her question. "I may be a lot of things *Faye* but no you don’t have to worry.” Waiting for her to question the name, he sighed in relief that she didn’t and instead smiled and leaned against him. "OH! I know that I like you!” He blurted and he reddened as she let out a laugh.

"I like you too Fabian and I’m glad you can decipher that as well. I think I needed time to figure out that for myself too because-” She caressed his face, "If I was planning to come back. It was with the understanding that you are indeed, *stuck with me kid*.”

Fabian chuckled, "I don’t hate that idea at all.”

Fiona stood and walked over to his easel. She eyed his work. "This is amazing!”

He smiled small. Fiona had the ability to make him feel several emotions all at once.

"Thanks,” he said finally.

She arched her brow, "I want to paint you.”

He shook his head in amusement. "You’ve done that plenty of times at work."

She looked at him seriously and then to the ground. "I-I want to paint what you *really* look like.”

He shook his head. "Faye…”

"Please.”

"It isn’t pretty.”

"Let me decide.”

Grumbling under his breath, Fabian removed his hoodie and shirt. She eyed his muscular body, her lips parting when his green wings appeared. The sight of his horns, igniting the stroke of her brush. The easel pushed to a new page, and Fiona began to paint. Fabian showed her his fangs and his vertically split tongue.

Her eyes widened. "SO THAT’S HOW YOU-” He nodded. Her face flushed and she folded one leg across the other. His eyes glowed green and she saw something protruding from his back. A long tail came into view. "Wow…”

"I’m the only one who has one.”

She sat silently, taking in his discomfort. "I like it. It makes you extremely unique.” She said smiling.

He scratched the back of his head. "There’s one more thing. But I’m not sure if you want to see that -it may freak you out.”

"I want to see.”

Fabian hesitated not sure how she would react. Fiona stood and walked over to him and touched his chest. The paint from her fingers smeared against his body, the paint from his fingers smeared against her cheek. He placed her hand on the button of his pants, and she quickly opened it. Unzipping his jeans, she pulled them down. She looked at him confused. "I’ve already seen how extremely blessed your penis is Fabian.”

"Penises.”

Her lips parted, "What?”

"I-I have two.” Fiona slowly backed away and Fabian felt an emotion he realized to be panic. "I can hide one. You never have to see it, Faye.” Eva words played in her head.

*"I refuse to encourage them to be with anyone who can't fully accept the true them."*

"Shit…”

He heard her mutter before she stepped back into him. Pulling his briefs down, she stood in shock at the two penises in her view.

Fabian sighed and returned his tongue to normal and hid his other penis. "I know it’s a lot to take in Fiona. You really don’t have to try to make me feel bet-”

"Twice as blessed,” she blurted out, immediately covering her mouth after. "I didn’t mean to say that.”

Fabian laughed. "You sure? You always make it seem like you’re comfortable with any and everything you say.”

"Yeah, but that made me sound like an absolute pervert. Here you are trying to express yourself, and I’m trying to figure out how many ways I could use-GOSH I’M SUCH A HORNBALL!” She shook her head and turned away. "Just, just give me a minute. Between the lighting tongue and the two big penises, I’ve seem to somehow reverted back to a horny ass teenager.” She inhaled sharply. Fabian found himself doubled over in laughter and she turned and pouted. "IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

He put his hands up defensively. "I don’t mean to laugh at you I promise. I’ve just never seen you so flustered before except when you were climaxing on my tongue.” He pulled up his briefs. "Fiona, you’ve literally paint nude people for fun.”

"YEAH, BUT THEY DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LIKE YOU DO!” Fabian's lips parted at her outburst, and she rubbed the back of her neck. "I’ve been so upset not having you around…and it’s really confusing because in all the things that I’ve grown to accept and know about myself. I never once considered that someone I hardly know, not being around would make me feel so-”

"Empty again,” Fabian whispered.

"Yeah,”

"I feel the same way. Think I’ve gone through seventeen new emotions since what happened, that I’m still trying to identify the correct name for.”

Fiona wanted to ask something, but she was afraid. She already knew the answer, but to ask would be to admit another thing Fabian had awaken in her. She bit the side of her lip. "Y-you feed on blood…like...you need it...to live?”

He nodded, "And sexual energy.” He saw her still, "But I don’t drink from others anymore. I use bags and they’ve been really helpful."

"Fulfilling?”

He shook his head. "But that's okay. They keep me alive.”

"But you would be fulfilled if you got them from an actual person?”

He sighed, "I don’t think we should talk about this.”

She cut her eyes at him. "You owe me the right to understand what happened.”

Fabian blew steam from his nose and cursed under his breath, "No. I have never been fulfilled by anyone’s blood but yours Fiona…and after feeling the energy from your climax, I think it would do the same thing.”

Fiona sat on the floor stunned and he immediately regretted telling her.

“How much?” She said finally.

"Wha-”

"How much of my blood makes you feel fulfilled?”

He closed his eyes, "Nowhere enough to hurt you as I did.”

Fiona stood, and he eyed her in pure confusion. She didn’t know what she was doing herself. She did know she craved him to bite her again, only without hurting her. "Try again,” she murmured and stepped into him.

Before he could say anything, Fiona yanked him to her and kissed against his lips hard nicking her bottom lip with his fang. Her blood entered Fabian’s mouth, and his eyes immediately dilated. She felt his body still, but she locked him to her. After a moment, he kissed her back, his tongue sliding against her bottom lip. Fabian pulled away and she saw how hardened his manhood was.

"I can’t do this, not when I’ve already hurt you.” He said angrily.

"Don’t hurt me this time.”

He stared at her wildly. "How can you trust me not to?”

"Because I know how you feel about me. I see how your body reacts to my blood, and yet you're controlling yourself. You may not know the words, but I can feel how much you care Fabian.”

He stepped back to her and pulled her close to him. Every kiss, every touch, made Fabian feel the emotion he felt, the first time he'd held her in his arms. He licked down her neck, feeling her shiver against him. He scathed against the skin, and feeling him pause, Fiona jerked him to her causing him to nick her again. Fabian sank his teeth into her neck, and he heard her moan softly. As he pulled blood from her, his hunger started slowly to subside. Fiona gripped his back and closed her eyes. Experiencing a climax, she moaned out his name.

Fabian pulled his fangs from her neck, and she stared at him. His body reacted to her climax and blood, he saw both her eyes tinge green and slightly dilate. "What the-”

Fiona pulled at him again, her hands finding his briefs. Her own hunger seeming to hit every part of her body at once. Dropping down to her knees, Fiona released him and pulled his briefs down entirely. She took him into her mouth, and Fabian gripped her hair in surprise. She pulled down to the base.

"Shit…,” he groaned watching her.

Removing her mouth, she took off her shirt, and looked up at him waiting patiently. Fabian allowed his other penis to show, and Fiona took it in her mouth. With her hand, she gripped the other and massaged it at the same time. Feeling her throat, and her hand, Fabian retched his head back. Looking down at her, he saw her eyes watching him and he felt himself on the edge.

Fiona felt his body stiffen and increased her pace. Never breaking eye contact, Fabian released from both. Fiona swallowed and licked her lips and smiled as Fabian looked at her in pure shock. "I-I” He stuttered, his eyes locked on the way his release covered her chest. "You are the devil.” He said in confusion and lust.

She chuckled and shrugged, "I like what I like, and I’m good at it. I already told you that.”

*Fucking hell Aunt Lucifer*

Fiona was unlike anyone he’d ever met. The more he looked at her nonchalantly eyeing him, the more he felt turned on. He waved his hand, and she looked down to see herself clean and her pants mysteriously gone. Fabian retracted his wings and his horns and joined her among the paper and the paints. The motion causing the paints to spill leaving Fiona's side covered in yellow, and Fabian’s arms and legs covered in blue. They laughed at the mess.


"I have to say, yellow looks great on all this chocolate.” She said jokingly.

Fabian spread the paint onto her bare thigh. "It really does.”

She heard a low growl come from him and she arched her brow. Fabian grabbed her leg, and effortlessly positioned her on all fours above his face. His back connecting with the yellow paint, he slid his face between her thighs. Feeling him pull away her panties, Fiona braced herself.

Fabian split his tongue and pleasured her as he had before. Fiona’s arms shook, causing her hands to fall into the blue paint. Fabian’s tail tapped against the paper, and then caressed the arch of her back stopping at the top of her behind. He gripped onto her ass and inserted his tail. Her body convulsed, her eyes tearing, and his hands reached up and massaged her breasts. Hitting every spot at once, Fiona's tears of pleasure fell to the paper under them.

"OH MY FUCKING-”

She screamed until hoarse as Fabian fed off her intense climax. Fabian grabbed her hips and effortlessly lifted her down to him. She laid on his chest, completely exhausted. "You are the devil,” she retorted making him laugh.

Turning completely back into his human form, he caressed her hair. He whispered low, "It feels weird not being hungry.”

She moved up and kissed his lips, and it immediately deepened. Their hands on one another’s body, they pulled away. Fiona shook her head. "We’re going to have to find a way to stay focus or we’re going to always be exhausted. We’ve already managed to make green paint.”

Fabian laughed and then thought for a moment. "Will you try something for me?”

She nodded, and they stood, and he waved his hand. The lights dimmed and Fiona heard soft music playing. Fabian pulled her in his arms and placed his head on top of hers. From the corner of their eyes, they could see a green illuminating light.

"My ring…” She whispered.

Fabian's eyes traveled to hers, knowing immediately why it glowed. Because as she looked back at him, he saw the way his mother looked at his father. And he looked at Fiona, the way Alaric had looked at Eva.

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*As unique as he, his betrothed did not summon but showed up to his door. At the sight of one another, each found themselves no longer starved with the other by their side. Looking to him in adoration and to her in a feeling of completion, the two became the fourth to pass the first test of the Four Horsemen*

Lucifer heard the words drum as Eva finished writing them. Pausing from her work, she leaned back in her chair. With a smile on her face, and pride in her heart. "I knew you can do it Fabian. You’re like me…but so much better,” she murmured before returning to her tasks.