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© Coco Reed

Everything hurt. God damn did he ache! Where he lay contained no light, save for the gaudy crystal lamps on the nightstands and desk. Time meant nothing anymore. He thought, hoped, that he had only been detained for a week. He was dying; the bastard god left him to heal but forgot the small detail that he needed to feed in order to function in more than a catatonic state. Demian breathed through his nose, trying to calm himself at the thought of his abductor. It would not do to let him know that he was awake.

Since the first night, after Kame had taken him and tore his delicate body, Demian had been in and out of consciousness for seven days. He was not sure about when he was out cold, but every time he awoke he was blissfully alone. His body had barely healed from their romp. While out looking for that asshole he skipped a few meals. He should have known, been more careful! Demian winced, calming down to ease the pain he caused his bound arms when he moved. Rage filled him once again as the rope dug into his small wrists. Kame would pay dearly for what he did to him.

Shame filled him. Here he was, lying on a large bed, arms above him and tied to the headboard, his legs bound but spread wide, and he couldn’t stop it. The residue of the filthy god’s semen was long dried, making his skin crawl and itch every time he thought about it. He hurt from lying in one place for so long, his mouth was arid, and he was so fucking hungry. Beneath the pain was still a yearning, a burn that he had not been able to forget or ignore since he had been in the company of a certain immortal that managed to one-up him.

“Ah, I’m glad you’re awake for my arrival, little beauty.”

Demian hissed, pale purple eyes narrowing as Kame’s smooth voice drifted from the far end of the room. Seconds later he came into his line of vision. He was just as he remembered him, beautiful and perfect in all ways that a man should be. Demian wanted nothing more at this moment than to castrate him and scratch his eyes out. Kame laughed, sitting on the side of the bed and ignored the way his pet scoffed in disgust and scooted as far away as his bonds would allow.

“Not happy to see me?”

“Never. Now let me go.” Demian jerked his leg back when the god’s hand drifted from his knee to his thigh.

“Oh no, there will be no releasing you, my lovely pet. I thought you would have realized that by now.” Kame smirked, letting his eyes openly admire his handy work from earlier. The demon’s blood looked incredible against his creamy skin. Perhaps later in the evening he could freshen the dried rivulets running down his shoulders and thighs. “A shame…beautiful but dumb. Oh well, that will make slavery that much easier on you, I suppose.”

Demian snorted, shaking his head weakly. “Please. I may not be able to bite it off, but I can still make your life a living Hell. Mark my words, Kame, you will regret this. Release me.” His voice became a low, rumbling hiss; faint fire burning in his eyes.

Kame sighed, shaking his head as he took his coat off. “I had really hoped that you would see my way. I even gave you a week to sort out your thoughts while I was on business.”

Those words caused an indescribable rage to spread through his body. He spat, not caring that Kame dodged the acid. “You left me here for a week with no way to replenish myself, and you were in another fucking city?!”

Kame laughed and loosened his tie, shedding his dress shirt and settling his hands on his belt. “Mmm, call it an incentive to behave, beloved.”

He went to the foot of the bed, making sure his pet could see his every movement. Opening a black lacquer trunk he placed all the tools he would need this night. He smirked at the trembling that overcame the incubus though he hid any other sign of fear. A cat-o’-nine-tails with sharpened blades on the tips of the strands of leather, heating liquid that would surely blister the sweet thing’s delicious skin; a longer, sturdier whip, a cattle prod, and a massive, sleek dildo that he would first use to tear apart the wild creature and then set it on vibrate until he begged for his touch. It was not hidden to him that his lover was dying. Using any of these devices on him as he was would likely kill him before the real fun began. Kame smiled, this demon’s act of defiance would end or it would be his life. He enjoyed the way his eyes followed as each tool was laid on the bed.

“If you give me what I want tonight, and every night from hence forth, I will not use these on you. You will be fed every time you please me, like a good pet is often rewarded.” Kame sat once again beside him, lust darkening his eyes as he looked over the sprawled and frightened demon. “However, never again will you speak to me with such disdain. You are not my equal, pretty whore demon, you must never forget that. Now, do we have a deal?” Kame leaned over him, letting an arm rest on one side while he sat on the other.

“What is it that you want?” Demian tilted his head up, relaxing his posture and letting his legs fall open as wide as they could. He schooled his face to not show an ounce of his current discomfort.

“Your body; your sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. What else could I possibly want from a tried and expert whore like you?”

A low, sensual chuckle came from between Demian’s chapped lips and he shook his head, dull yet silky silver hair falling into his eyes. He leaned close, letting his breath ghost over Kame’s ear. “Burn. In the deepest, darkest pits of Hell do I want you to fry.”

Kame’s body shook with anger, his skin flushing with murderous intent. No one talked to him this way. Ever. He stood and went to the end of the bed. “I’m afraid that was the wrong answer, my pet.”

“May you be fucked by the Dark Father himself for eternity and the next, Kame.” Demian threw his head back with laughter, hysteria slipping into his brain.

Kame tsked and picked up the whip, slapping it into his palm. “It really is a shame, pet. I don’t think you’ll even withstand playtime.”

Demian continued laughing, tears prickling at his reddened eyes as the exertion caused him to cough until he tasted blood. “Do you think I care? Death is preferable to being with you for another second.” Though I wish I could have seen Lyre one last time. He shook away those thoughts, settling his glaring eyes on Kame. “Well come on, god. This will be the last time you ever lay your disgusting hands on me. Enjoy it before I kill myself from boredom!”

Kame snarled, with a flick of his wrist Demian was flipped onto his stomach. The pained gasp he received made his body tingle. It was a shame, but now the urge to punish and kill was stronger than the urge to fuck the demon. The slut would pay for his disrespect.

“You stupid whore. Do you think I would let you go so easily? I am going to play just a bit before I heal you, and then I am going to once again fuck you into unconsciousness.” His dark eyes drifted down the demon’s gorgeous form marred with blood, cuts, and dried semen. The little body began to shake and he laughed. He could try and hide it, but Kame could practically smell his fear. “I am not the one who is going to be fucked for all eternity, pretty one. You will never know the outside world again. You will have no other to look to for life than me from now on.” Kame drew his arm back as far as it could go, hand stilling when warm fingers enclosed around his wrist.

“Touch him again, cherub, and not even kissing the ass of your goddess will help you.”

Kame turned and his petulant look was all Lyre needed to fling him across the room. A smile played at his lips as the lesser god groaned and wiped the small bit of blood now coming from the corner of his mouth. Some never learned even after countless lessons. His humor, however, vanished when his eyes landed once again on Kame’s disgusting fuck bed. As gently as he could he rolled Demian over. Anger rippled through him when the demon tensed at his touched.

The ropes fell away and he eased his sore arms down, biting his lip in apology when Demian winced as his bones creaked after being in one position for so long. He sat on the edge of the bed to pull the dying demon close. Everything else was forgotten as he brushed his dirty hair back and ran his fingers down his cheek and neck. Demian cracked his eyes open, surprise making the milky purple irises cloudier. His soft hands came up to cup Lyre’s face, blood flaking off his fingers as he moved.

“Lyre Westreach.”

The god chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek. “Hello again, precious.”

He pulled back enough to plant his lips against Demian’s. A hiss sounded from behind him but he paid Kame no mind as he poured his aura into the incubus. His poor little demon. The lesser god of love had taken deficient care of him. It was a good thing he had investigated the pull his mind wanted to follow. To think his beautiful she-wolf had wanted him so badly he would pray. Astonishing! A muffled sound of content came from the mouth he was slipping his tongue inside and he smiled, pulling Demian against him. Small hands gripped his coat, the body in his arms falling readily into his hold.

Sweet and dark like clover honey, his mouth was everything Lyre loved and everything he had tried to put out of his mind since the night he spent with him. It took him longer than usual to get over Demian, and he admitted now that he was slightly hurt when the incubus had made it seem that bedding him had been an annoyance. He knew better now. Lyre gripped him tighter, forcing more of his golden energy into him when he tasted Kame on his tongue. Never again would he doubt nor would he let the deadly beauty out of his sight for long. He pulled back, smiling at the healthy and glowing demon he lowered back down. It was best he slept while he dealt with the other matter. Standing from the bed, Lyre tucked his hands into his black overcoat as he made his way to Kame. He frowned, black eyes sparking with green and purple fire. Kame was standing now, a haughty smirk in place.

“Wouldn’t you know, the little whore really does know you.” Kame’s smile widened at the anger showing in the old man’s eyes.

“I believe I warned you once before that this is my turf, Kame. No one from this realm is to be forced into your revolting bed. I want you gone immediately.” He turned his back but was halted.

“We’ll see what Cinda has to say about this.”

Lyre turned back to him, his anger palpable as shadows moved out from the corners of the room to gather nearer. “Dellacinda, like every other god, answers to me.”

Kame scoffed and shrugged. “Sure we do, old man. Yes, that makes perfect sense; obey someone who has not shown his face in over fifteen thousand years. I’m put out by being interrupted, but by the end of this evening I will be right back here with the toy that I rightfully claimed. Just go back to whatever hobby you were indulging in, in your retirement, and let me enjoy my vacation from actual work.”

He did not have time to enjoy his mocking, for as he spoke his last syllable he was on his knees. Icy pain shot through his limbs as black shadows began creeping up his arms and around his legs to slip beneath his skin. They inched their way to his heart. Kame cried out, tears coming to his eyes as the pain intensified. He could feel his energy being pumped out of him through the dark tendrils of Lyre’s summoned shadow fiend. Looking up he shuddered, not able to stop from curling around himself. Lyre appeared as he was in the beginning, fierce and strong, capable of creation and devastation.

“You forget your place, foolish cupid.” Without any outward stress he made his fiend suck a fraction harder on his life force. Kame cried out and arched up, agony searing through his weakening body. “You will leave this realm immediately, Kame.” His eyes hardened and a sadistic smile curved his lips. “And if you ever touch what is mine again, there will be no punishment, only slow and painful torture until I snuff your celestial flame out.”

Kame screamed when the fiend wrenched out of him to disappear back into Lyre’s shadow. Lyre watched the pathetic being pant and choke, smiling when a warm pressure touched his arm. He looked down and to his side to find a sleepy and naked, but fully healed, Demian beside him. Slipping his coat around his bony shoulders, the garment swallowed the boyish demon up. Lyre couldn’t help leaning down to kiss his prize properly, smiling more when Demian answered him with enthusiasm. He let his hands slip into the coat to caress and fondle, making sure Kame saw everything he did. Demian wanted his touch, not the brat god’s! They finally pulled away and Lyre wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck as Demian scowled at the wrecked god at his feet.

“Is that all that you are going to do to this fucker?” Demian shook he was so mad. He wanted Kame to bleed, to feel his shame, to be left with nothing. His body calmed, anger soothed some, when Lyre nipped at his earlobe.

“Not at all, star dust. I was waiting for you to wake up and punish him as you see fit.” Lyre laughed as Demian’s head shot back to level excited eyes on him. The bright purple irises, large and sparkling, spreading tingling warmth through him.

“Truly? You would give me this gift?” He smirked, putting his arm around Lyre’s neck as once again he stooped to kiss him. Shivers ran through his awakening body.

“That and more I am going to give you, beloved. He is susceptible to violence, for the time being.” He kissed him once more, every taste of the younger immortal aiding his growing addiction, before stepping back. “Have fun.”

Kame’s eyes widened as he watched the exchange end. The All Father really wouldn’t allow such a thing? In another moment he had an armful of thrashing incubus, though it was far from a good thing. The impact threw him down. His vision swam from his head smacking the floor. Pain covered pain and Kame was screaming as Demian began clawing and biting every inch of perfect skin he could reach.

Demian punched and clawed, bit and kicked. He pulled Kame by the hair to slam him against the stone tiles of the god’s bedroom. How dare he? How dare he?! Never in his existence had he been put through what Kame forced on him. He had no right, none at all. He was an incubus, for fuck’s sake. How dare he use sex as a weapon against him! How dare he force him into something he did not want! And how dare the bastard think he could try and enslave him! He was no man’s toy! Kame’s screams and pleading only made him try harder to cause pain. He sank his talons into his muscular shoulders, dragging them down and smiling at the blood spraying from the harsh movement.

When he was nothing more than a whimpering bloody mass, Demian rose from Kame. He turned to study his work. Deep gashes along his face, tears all over his body. Kame lay shaking in a growing pool of his blood, but he dared not move. Demian spit on him before turning his back, relishing the sound of acid burning his flesh. Kame only gave a small cry, his voice long since ruined. Demian walked into Lyre’s waiting arms and he couldn’t fight how good he felt just to be held by him. For now he would indulge his body. After all, he had been through a lot. He looked up, leaning into his touch when Lyre wiped a drop of blood from his cheek.

“Will he live?”

“If he hurries.”

Lyre wasn’t too concerned so Demian decided not to be either.

* * * * *

“Where are we?” Demian asked as he looked out from the balcony over moonlit fields. They were up high and he guessed in a mansion, but one could never tell. For all he knew Lyre took him to a hotel.

“My home.”

The answer came muffled from somewhere behind him. Demian nodded, not able to take his eyes off of the meadows outside of the manicured garden, the thick woods in the distance, the moon, and the sky. Freedom. For a moment he thought it had been stolen from him. He shook his head, refusing to spend another second thinking about Kame or what he did to him. Never again. He gasped, jumping as Lyre pressed against him from behind. The coat keeping the night chills at bay was slipped from his shoulders to bundle at his feet. Hot hands slid over his skin, messaging and arousing. Demian yelped as he was pulled off his feet and carried into the house. It seemed his host was finished wasting time, though he was gentle at placing him on the extravagant bed.

“Demian.”

The incubus’ eyes fluttered closed as the rumbling voice whispered in his ear. Lyre pressed down on him, pushing him into the feather pillows and silk sheets. Knowing hands gripped his bottom and fondled his erection. However much he tried to enjoy what he had been hunting for, for so long, he could not stop the blackness of his mood from creeping in. He frowned, placing his hands on Lyre’s chest to still his kissing.

“I am not a whore.”

Lyre leaned back, threading his fingers through his soft silver-blonde hair. He smiled, light sparkling in his eyes. “I know. You’re an incubus.” He swooped down for a deep kiss before his lovely demon could respond.

The words were simple and floored Demian. Never could he go against his nature. It was what needed to be done. He didn’t judge the humans he ate for gorging themselves on cows, did he? He fucked and he killed. It had to be done. Lyre for some reason understood, though he had feasted on those that the god claimed were his territory for millennia. Why? What the hell did he want from him? Demian moaned, arching up against the now delightfully naked god as he slipped down his body to take him into his mouth. He squirmed and begged, fisting Lyre’s hair when it was made clear he was not going to be hurried. What was he doing to him?

Demian moaned, mouth opened in silent anguish as Lyre pulled back and came up once again to press fully against him. It felt good but not. He ached and hurt and the man hadn’t even penetrated him yet. Sweat began to form over his body as Lyre teased his mouth, tongue lapping at his. His cock would rub against his every now and again until Demian growled in frustration.

“Fuck me already!” He sobbed, blushing at his shredded control when Lyre merely chuckled as he continued rubbing against him, touching him all over, petting and gentle.

“I finally have you beneath me again, beautiful demon. Do you think I’ll be hurried, or that this is just a fuck like last time?” He smirked as Demian’s eyes widened.

“I can’t! This hurts me!” Demian felt like he was suffocating. Everywhere was Lyre. He was all around him!

“I know,” Lyre shushed him, kissing his temple and giving him a peck on the lips. “Your black heart is on fire isn’t it, every inch of your being burning. I’ll make it better, Demian.” Lyre smirked as he looked down on the writhing demon beneath him. “The only way to make the pain go away is to give in.”

Demian cried out, blinding pleasure ripping through him, as Lyre thrust into him. Hard, deep jerks sent the god straight against his prostate. It was all too good. Every thrust, every kiss erased the memory of the other god that had forced his way inside him. Demian’s body sang, forgetting the discomfort he had been in since Lyre had disappeared the last time. Come morning it would seem so long ago that this man had tortured him with his absence. He opened his eyes, shocked to find his arms wrapped tight around Lyre. The god was just as close to him, cradling him in his strong hold as he bucked and pushed into his slick and hungry opening.

He moaned, licking and biting Lyre’s shoulder as he neared his peak. Lyre rewarded him with a growl and lengthened his strokes, making them slow and maddening. Demian felt so good. Never had his body tingled this way. His chest felt like it was caving in, but he wouldn’t stop any of this from happening. He needed Lyre. Without him he welcomed Kame and the death he would have brought him eventually. As the thought crossed his mind his orgasm exploded out of him. Demian gripped Lyre hard, tears leaking down his temples at the exquisite feeling. Hot breath blew against his neck as Lyre pumped his hips a few more times. Scalding heat filled his insides, warming him in ways he hadn’t felt since he last took the god inside him.

Lyre groaned, spilling until there was nothing left. He smiled and rolled over, taking his lover with him. The being in his arms was perfect. It was rare that he found someone that satisfied him so thoroughly. Demian sighed and pressed closer, moaning as he finally slipped free of him. Perhaps later they would have another go before sleeping. Right now he only wanted to relax with the demon against him.

“Welcome back, little she-wolf.” Lyre smiled and pulled him up for a soft, deep kiss.

Demian scowled as he flopped onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling and worried his lip. His breathing was labored a bit, body not yet calming after his exertion. Why did Lyre have to play with him so? The first night they were together he had told him that he did not want love making. Sadly he came to realize that that was exactly what Lyre had forced on him this night. He hated the gentle, teasing slowness the act of fucking could become. It irritated him when his meals tried to go that route with him. He was not to be adored or cherished. It was fucking. Getting off. Eating. He was always in control, setting the rules that his horny lovers accepted.

No longer was he in control. From the beginning Lyre had tricked him. The arrogant god turned everything around, making him a starving fool that would do anything for another taste of him. The morning after, Demian had snuck quietly out of the motel room as Lyre took a shower. He had been angry. Lyre had dominated him in every way and at the time he couldn’t think straight about how that made him feel. It was weeks later when his hunting was being affected that he realized he liked it. He enjoyed the way Lyre made him feel. The taste of his aura, the energy he gave, the feel of his body moving with his. No other man had satisfied him like that. No other could. Never would another make him feel so fucking good. He had prayed for him. So badly did he want his domination again he prayed for the god to find him.

He was in deep shit.

“I cannot go back to second best. I will not do it.” Demian glared up at the glittering ceiling as he thought aloud. Royal purple eyes drifted to settle on the older immortal.

Lyre smiled, rolling onto his side. He let his hand drift along the incubus’ velvety skin to settle on his cheek. His body tingled as arms and legs wrapped around him when he moved to loom over his lover. He trailed kisses along the graceful curve of Demian’s neck before licking at his bottom lip.

“Then don’t. Take what is already yours.”

A wicked gleam came into Demian’s eyes and he moved his talented hands, turning the god into a frenzied mass of nerves. It was always so easy to just give in.

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