Iri dragged him to the room she normally shared with her sister when she allowed them to stay the night at headquarters. She shut and locked the door as soon as they were safely inside.

Do you know how dangerous it is for you to show that mark in a room full of Assassins? She asked him lowly.

What are you talking about?

Iri pinched the bridge of her nose.

You don’t get it do you? You show that mark to anyone here and you’re dead!

Dean, to his credit, didn’t say anything. Iri groaned in frustration. She then proceeded to pace and mutter to herself in Assassin, something she hadn’t done in a very long time. She could feel Dean’s gaze burning holes in the side of her head.

A knock on the door interrupted her ranting.

What? She snapped in Assassin.

Dean looked at her confused, since he hadn’t said anything. That’s when she realized she’d spoken to him in Assassin.

Shit, sorry, she sighed. Old habits die hard.

Dean shrugged.

Showing that mark in a room full of Assassins is as good as signing your death warrant.

Death warrant? Dean asked.

That mark essentially makes you a demon, Iri answered. We kill demons, among other nefarious creatures. You’re asking for one of them to kill you.

But not you? Dean asked.

What do you mean but not me? Iri demanded. Of course I’d kill you.

Then why didn’t you?

Iri opened her mouth to reply but couldn’t form the words. Dean smirked at her.

Shut up, Iri muttered.

Make me, Dean challenged.

Iri debated with herself for all of 30 seconds before she launched herself at him and crashed her lips onto his. The knock at the door turned into pounding.

Who is it? Iri demanded in Russian breaking the kiss, while Dean turned his attention to the column of her throat.

Are the two of you ok? Danny countered in Assassin.

Fuck off! Iri growled at him.

Iri, I’m sorry… Danny began.

This is not about the fact you couldn’t keep your knot to yourself, Daniel Ichabod Asha, Iri snapped. Now kindly return from whence you came and go fuck yourself, or better yet get Sin to do it for you.

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Dean chuckled against the skin of her neck where it met her shoulder. The action sent shivers down her spine.

What? She hissed at him.

How do you know Sin? Dean asked.

I am disinclined to answer that, Iri replied.

Son of a whore! You slept with him, didn’t you? Danny demanded through the door.

Whether or not I slept with your man, is no longer your concern.

YOU made it my concern.

Believe me Danny, there were never any feelings involved.

Dean chuckled again, causing heat to pool between Iri’s legs.

Stop doing that! Iri hissed at him.

Dean chuckled once again causing Iri to completely ignore the fact her brother was just outside the door listening to everything going on in the room. She kissed him again, harder this time. Hell, she practically devoured him and she could tell from the growing hardness in his jeans that he thoroughly enjoyed it. However, he wasn’t about to ceede control to her and that irked her. She rather liked having control. She growled in warning. Dean ignored her, not exactly a wise decision on his part. Iri broke the kiss and made her way to the door, where Danny was still standing. She wrenched the door open and glared at her brother.

What the fuck do you want? She demanded.

I want to know why you fucked Sin, he replied in Swahili.

Iri sighed.

And you’re not going to leave me the fuck alone until you know, are you? She asked in Portugese.

She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed him with a hard glare. Danny swallowed nervously.

Why the fuck does it bother you so much? She asked. You must know that when we had our one night stand that you were flaunting your current fuck all over headquarters. I think you did it to make him jealous. We simply used each other. As you can see, his reason didn’t work. At all, considering he knotted you and vice versa. You’re fucking lucky you’re expecting or I’d kick your ass from here to Zimbawae then on to Timbuktu.

Point taken, Danny raised his hands in surrender.

He turned to leave but stopped before he turned the corner.

I was never mad at the fact that you fucked him, you know, he told her. I was mad that you’d gotten to experience his dick before I did.

Iri laughed at the sheer absurdity of her brother.

You’ve been in love with him since you met him, haven’t you? She asked in French.

Danny hesitated a long moment before replying.

I don’t think we know what love is, Iri. He answered in French as well. Mum hasn’t been the most present in our lives.

Mac and I always felt loved by Uncle Rom. We’ve never gotten along with mum, though that has something to do with the fact that she sent us away as babies. Even if the action was meant to protect us, it still feels like we were abandoned. None us us know what love is supposed to be like but right now, you have the chance to find out. So take it and don’t fuck it up.

Danny nodded once then turned the corner and disappeared. Iri backed into her room, shut the door and locked it. She turned to Dean.

Are you gonna let me have control or not? She asked him.

That depends, he answered.

On?

If you’re gonna let me take control back.

You don’t seem like the type to give up control. She smirked.

I’m not.

Then I guess I have no choice.

No choice? What are you talking about?

WhenI said I was inhabited by 8 deities, I was lying.

What are you saying? Dean was now thoroughly confused.

There’s one deity who I don’t talk about, Iri answered straddling him.

Why not? Dean couldn’t keep the strain from his voice.

Iri smirked again, What do you think people would do if they learned about a person harboring a deity associated with sex and sensuality?

Dean’s eyes widened at her insinuation.

You mean to tell me the ninth deity you possess is one of sex? He choked out.

Her name is Nanaya the Mesopotamian goddess of voluptuousness and sensuality, Iri replied.

As if on cue, Nanaya came forward. She never took full control of Iri merely lent Iri her powers for as long as she wanted. Iri had never spoken with Nanaya and it was likely Nanaya didn’t speak any language known in today’s world. Yet, she seemed to understand that Iri hated ceding control of her body to any of the deities who inhabited her. Of all of them, only Nanaya let her keep control while using her powers.