Glamourlust, meet the family 1

There were dark lines of chaos magic wrapped around his hands, fine as piano wire and digging in hard enough to draw blood, and he honestly couldn't remember which one of them had put them there. Their glamour fed off each other, depriving them both of rational thought. Predators and parasites and leeches both, and he stretched out his wings out of reach when beautifully vicious hands went for them. Deprived of their target, one reached up and grabbed hold of his hair, while the kiss suddenly turned soft, sweetly gentle.
( And then he was... )