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Black and Blue

Roman sighed deeply as he reached the top of the hill, pausing to look around the magnificence of the abandoned, run down castle. As he passed through the wrought iron gates, painted in the darkest black and overgrown with vines, he found himself standing in a courtyard. In the centre was a tall fountain that he assumed would once have been beautiful, but was now overgrown with moss and weeds, the water having long since dried up. The statue in the centre was of a beautiful naked woman reaching up towards the sky but she was half covered in green moss and one of her fingers had snapped off.

The ground around the fountain was paved in uneven cobbles which allowed weeds to grow up between the cracks. There were numerous insects scurrying around on the stones but none of them phased them- after what he had seen during his life, Roman couldn’t be scared of bugs.

The walls of the castle grew tall around him as he walked through the courtyard, jutting out into the sky and blocking off the warmth of the sun. In fact, he found the courtyard to be rather cold- hidden in the shadows as it was. Ahead of him was another tall set of gates leading through to a long path surrounded by tall hedges that lead up to the main doors of the castle. It would once have been glorious to walk through- the hedges clipped so neatly, allowing the perfect view of the castle ahead, but it was so overgrown that Roman doubted he could get through it unscathed.

He wasn’t there to look around, he was there on business. In the past few months, men from the city at the footof the hill had begun to go missing. None of them had ever been found. Each of them had been young and handsome but so far, not even a body had turned up. The police had been investigating it, but the parents of one of the men had believed the culprit to be something not human and had turned to Roman for help.

Roman was and had been for some years, a demon hunter. Ever since he had seen his parents expire at the hands of the most vicious demon, he had pledged his life to hunting them, always on the look out to obtain his revenge. He wasn’t sure what to expect from the castle, but after some investigating, he had been given a lead on strange activity coming from the hill late at night. Moans and voices drifted on the air, but they were always gone by morning.

He didn’t know what he was there to find- perhaps it would be nothing. But it was worth checking out.

As he reached the other side of the courtyard, raising a hand to push aside overgrown vines, he heard a noise behind him and he spun round as quick as lightening, his hands flying to the guns he kept holstered at his waist. He had them both raised and levelled before his eyes fell on the figure before him, a young man sitting on the edge of the fountain with one long leg crossed over the other and a grin on his beautiful face.

He only look about 22 or 23 with thin silvery blond hair that hung just past his shoulders. His skin was so pale it almost looked white and his eyes were a bright violet, so beautiful that he could barely tear his gaze from them. He was, in all, a perfect package- not only pretty but breathtakingly sexy too, with a long, slender form and perfect features.

“Well well,” he said in a lightly accented voice, his smile showing a hint of pointed eye teeth, “It’s a nice surprise to have some company come to me for a change.

He had to be the demon in question. With a body like he had, what man could resist him?

“It’s you who’s been taking the men, isn’t it?” Roman asked, keeping his guns trained on the young man, watching for any sudden movement. “You live up here in this run down castle, praying on innocent people to get your little kicks. Tell me,” He moved slightly closer, dark eyes narrowed, “What do you do with them?”

The demon laughed- a low and utterly sexy sound- then got to his feet slowly, his hand trailing across the curve of his flat stomach. Roman found his eyes following the hand on its path and his mind began to turn to thoughts of throwing the demon down and fucking him senseless. He shook his head, wondering why he was thinking such thoughts about a disgusting demon. He may have been beautiful beyond belief, but he was still everything Roman despised.

The demon took a step closer, as if challenging the man to shoot him. “I have a little fun with them of course,” He replied finally, “A little…fucking. And then once that’s over, I have no further need for them. No use keeping them around when they might tell people about me.”

“What do you do with them?”

The demon laughed once more, flicking his hair back over his shoulder with a slender hand, his violet eyes focused on Roman’s face, “I devour them, of course.” At the sudden look of surprise on the man’s face, the silver haired demon laughed again. “I can tell you already know what I am…there’s no use pretending is there?”

Roman couldn’t work out why this demon felt different than any other that he had hunted. Instead of envisioning himself killing him, the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted to rip the clothing from his body and mar his pretty flesh with cuts and bruises while he sunk deep inside. He could barely keep his mind off of it long enough to protest as the demon stepped closer, slender fingers winding around the barrels of the guns pointed at him.

“My name is Demian, hunter,” he said softly, sliding his body between Roman’s outstretched arms, “What’s yours?

“Roman.” He didn’t know why he answered, why he allowed the demon to get so close to him. All he knew was that he felt he was under a spell- a spell that fogged his senses and made him want things that he shouldn’t.

“Well…Roman,” Demian’s hands slid down the hunter’s body, one paused in cupping the hardness that was beginning to grow in his pants. “What’s say…you and me have a little fun. I’m sure you’ve already figured out that I’m an Incubus. I can make your wildest fantasies come true.”

It was only when he began to rub his hand over Roman’s length and when he leaned in to nip at the hunter’s ear that the man snapped out of it.

“Get off me, demon!” he raged, holstering one of his guns and shoving Demian away so hard that he fell to the ground. He stood over the demon, both hands gripping his remaining gun which he pointed squarely at the blond’s head.

Violet eyes met his seductively and a wave of arousal pulsed through him, shooting straight to his half hard cock. He kept his gun level as Demian raised his body slightly, reaching out a hand to once more rub the hardness in Roman’s pants, coaxing it into a full erection.

“This part of you wants me,” the demon whispered huskily, his fingers catching the zipper and tugging it down slowly. He then released the button and was about to slide his hand inside when Roman suddenly let out a growl and the next thing Demian knew, he was on his back with an intense pain in his right palm. The hunter pressed down heavily on top of him, pinning him onto the cobbles and as he turned his head, he could see the dagger that impaled his palm. It went right through and sunk into the soft earth between two of the cobbles, causing bright, crimson blood to cover the ground.

It hurt, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. After all, he was a demon.

Demian became aware of Roman’s hardness digging into his thigh and the deeply laboured breaths of the man on top of him as if he were having trouble containing his passion. He found it compelling- all of the young men he found in town were willing and eager to take their clothes off for him, it was nice to have a challenge for once.

“Now that you have me pinned,” he began, flicking his tongue out over his full, bottom lip, “What do you plan to do with me?”

“I’m going to kill you, demon,” Roman replied, albeit rather weakly.

As he let up slightly, Demian reached over to pull the dagger out of his palm. He let it clatter to the ground beside them as he raised his hand, the blood beginning to slide down the inside of his wrist. He pushed his fingers through Roman’s light brown hair, streaking it with crimson.

“Go on then,” he pushed, “Kill me and have it over with. Or you can take off my clothes and have your way with me.”

“Shut up!” Roman growled, trying his hardest to think around the arousal that pulsed through his body. It had been one thing to look at the demon, trail eyes over his amazingly sexy body, but it was another thing to have said body pinned beneath him, ready for anything he wanted to do. It was hard to keep reminding himself that if he did give in and fuck the demon then he would most likely end up dead. The Incubus slept with his victims and then devoured them when they were weak from the amazing sex.

“Mm, I’m so hot,” Demian moaned, moving his hips to rub his clothed erection against the hunter’s. The man just knelt over him, fighting the internal struggle, but he could see that the common sense was failing in the face of such intense arousal.

When Demian pushed him back against the cobbles, he moved willingly as if in a trance, sitting back on the ground so the demon could crawl between his spread legs. This time, he didn’t resist as the blond’s hand slid inside the zipper of his pants, rubbing over the thin layer of cloth that covered his aching arousal. Roman simply parted his lips, his breaths coming heavy and laboured as the pleasure coursed through him.

It got even better when Demian guided the man’s cock out through the slit in his boxers, exposing it to the air around them. His fingers wrapped around the length, pumping slowly, languidly as his eyes watched the hunter for any trace of himself that still lingered. Sure, there was still something there, something telling him to kill the demon on the spot, but it was losing the battle.

“No man’s ever been able to resist me,” the blond whispered huskily against Roman’s ear, squeezing his cock tightly, “Every single one has given in to my beauty and because of that, their lives were lost. It’s amusing how easily humans can be won over, distracted from their goals.”

The demon’s hand left Roman’s cock as he rose gracefully to his feet, brushing fingers through his fine, soft hair. His hands then worked to remove his own clothing, dropping garments onto the dusty ground until he stood before the man naked and glorious. Roman couldn’t stop staring- his eyes trailing over the perfect, pink nipples, down the slender chest to his wonderfully sexy stomach. They trailed a path down long, lean legs and then finally, up to his cock which stood out proudly from his body. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, the tip reddened from arousal and leaking pre-cum that he desperately wanted to lap up.

“Do you like what you see?” Demian asked, lowering himself to straddle the hunter’s lap, his backside rubbing against the man’s free erection. His hands worked to rid Roman of his shirt, baring his strong, tanned shoulders, his firm chest and his flat stomach. “I’ll have to say,” The demon continued, beginning a trail of kisses across the hunter’s shoulder, “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever had up here. I look forward to what’s about to happen.”

Suddenly, without warning, the demon sunk his teeth into Roman’s shoulder, eliciting a grunt of pain from him. He bit deep, tearing the skin and causing the blood to flow thickly from the wound. When he finally let go, he moved his head to the other shoulder and bit down again, the blood trickling down his chin and dropping onto Roman’s smooth chest.

“Mm,” Demian breathed as he drew back, digging his fingernails into the skin of the hunter’s back, “You taste good. Your blood is so fresh and full of life,” He licked his lips, “I wonder if you taste as good…down there.”

He rubbed his ass against the hunter’s cock before he climbed out of his lap, kneeling on the ground before him. It didn’t take much encouragement to get the man to remove the rest of his clothing until he was as naked as the demon before him.

“I don’t want this,” he protested weakly as Demian lowered his head, flicking his tongue out to taste the tip of his hardness. The demon didn’t care for his protests, he only cared about getting what he wanted and he knew it was going to happen. Roman didn’t have enough fight in him to resist the strong charms of an Incubus that wanted him. It was strange- for a second, Demian believed the man might have finally been the one to turn the tables on him.

Fingers yanked his hair harshly as he slid his lips around Roman’s hardness, sliding them down to the base and then back up. He moved at his own pace, despite the hands urging him to go faster- he was thoroughly in control.

Just when Roman thought he was getting exactly what he wanted- the speed, the pressure and the pleasure- Demian suddenly bit down, sinking his teeth into the flesh of the man’s throbbing cock, pulling a choked scream from his lips. The bite hadn’t been as deep as his shoulder, but on such a sensitive area, the pain was excruciating.

“I like to bite,” Demian chuckled as he withdrew his head, sliding his bloody hand around the man’s cock, smearing the blood that was already on him. It would do as lubrication- not that he really needed any.

The demon straddled the man’s lap once more, levering himself above his hard cock. He lowered his body enough so that the head slid beneath his buttocks, pressing against his entrance.

“Do you want me?” he asked, a grin painting his luscious lips, knowing perfectly well what the answer would be.

“Yes,” Roman growled through gritted teeth, “Yes.”

Demian decided it might be fun to give over a little control to the man beneath him. Enough control for him to feel the anger and project it onto their fucking. He could feel it working the instant he gave that control as instead of just laying beneath him, Roman gripped his arms tightly, his nails digging into the fair skin. For a moment, the demon wondered if he was going to be pushed away, but the man suddenly drove him down onto his hard cock, impaling him completely.

Demian moaned out, arching his back and scratching long, red welts over the other’s back. The blood from where he’d bitten Roman dripped onto him as he was shoved onto his back, his legs pushed up towards his chest and out to the sides. He dipped his fingers in the blood and raised them to smear the fluid over Roman’s face, smearing it with crimson trails that only sought to arouse him more.

There was no finesse to the sex- it was just good, hard fucking, exactly the way he liked it. Roman’s own anger that should have driven him to kill the demon was fuelling his lust, making him shove Demian’s legs back painfully and thrust into him as hard as he could. He went as deep as was possible, but still it wasn’t enough. He wanted to have all of the Incubus, every last bit of him.

“I hate you,” Roman growled as he pulled out of the blond just long enough to flip him onto his front. He shoved his cock back inside roughly, feeling the walls of Demian’s insides stretch and contort around him, sucking him back into the warmth. It felt like heaven, like nothing he had ever experienced before and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The man leaned his weight heavily on the demon, pressing him harshly into the ground. As he thrust, he drove the other’s body against the cobbles, tearing gashes in his pale skin until the ground beneath them was smeared with crimson. But the only thing Roman cared about was the single point of his body that drove deep inside the demon, sunk deeply into welcoming flesh. His cock was long and thick, pressing up right inside Demian, deeper than anyone else had been able to venture.

“Yesss,” the demon hissed, pushing his body back into the other’s, “Yes, fuck me so deep. No one’s ever fucked me so deep before.”

“Shut up!”

Roman’s hand pressed down on the demon’s skull, forcing it against the ground as he fucked him. The words irritated him, the situation did. If he hadn’t been so horny, so utterly hot that he felt like he would die if he wasn’t fucking the demon, he would have been so angry he would be breaking everything in sight. He would have beaten Demian to a bloody pulp if he didn’t feel so inexplicably attracted to him.

The demon was happy to simply lie and let Roman do what he wanted with his body. The long, thick cock felt so good inside him, better than any of the others had and he briefly wondered how hard it would be to keep the human around longer, at least until he could find a new playmate. But the sex, the raw, hard fucking was making him hungry and he knew he had to eat.

“Oh God,” Roman growled out, gripping Demian’s hips so hard it could almost shatter the bones in his fingers. The demon knew he would have to live with the bruises, the marks of their sex for days to come, but he would wear each bruise like a trophy.

The movement of Roman’s thrusts made Demian’s body skid against the cobbles, his cock trapped between his own body and the smooth stone. Each movement made him moan loudly and the juxtaposition of the pleasure and pain made it all the better.

It wasn’t long before he was suddenly coming, letting loose a loud and utterly sexy noise as he spurted over the ground beneath him, his fluids mixing with the swirl of blood already there. Roman didn’t take long to follow him, gripping his hips as hard as he could, thrusting so deep it felt as if he was splitting Demian in two. His release was hot and thick, shooting up within Demian’s bowels as if he were trying to claim him.

When he withdrew, Roman could do nothing but collapse back on the ground, panting hard as his chest rose and fell deeply. He felt so exhausted he could hardly move, as if all his energy had been drained from his body.

Demian lay for just a moment before pushing himself onto his knees, looking at the hunter over his shoulder. There was a dark evil in his eyes as he turned, a smile spreading on his face as he crawled over the man’s body, leaning down so his hair swept Roman’s face.

“I had fun,” he grinned, bearing his teeth, “I wish I could keep you around, but it’ll never work.”

Demian raised a hand to brush back a lock of sweaty brown hair before he suddenly pounced.

Some time later, Demian rose to his feet gracefully, his lithe body streaked with sweat, blood and semen. There was a wide grin on his face, the grin of a man who had been fucked well and had fed well.

With deliberate slowness, he left the place of his conquest and made his way to the lake that stood beside the castle to wash off the last remaining evidence of a man who had pledged his life to kill demons and had ended up as just another victim.

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