Title: Blue-eyed Demon.
Author: Shaded Mazoku.
Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.
Part: 2/?
Disclaimer: All mine. Steal and prepare to suffer.
Warnings: Yaoi, blood and sort-of-shota. And death.
Rating: Very much NC-17.
Summary: Beware blue-eyed demons...
Pairing(s): Revil x Iuan, Ishamael x Iuan.
Fandom: Original characters.
He’d been watching the child for a while. Just to be sure that the kid was really a street rat, and that nobody cared if something was to happen to him. He’d been delighted to find such a beautiful child in a slum like this. The boy was perhaps ten years old, with long brown hair and large, deep blue eyes. He wore a tattered old tunic that might have been white once, but was closer to dirty gray, like the color of a pigeon’s wings, by now, and matching pants. His feet were bare. Revil licked his lips in anticipation. He’d been hanging out in the slums for far too long, looking for a suitable boy to play with, but it seemed like his long wait was finally over.
He rose from his seat and adjusted his cloak before walking over to the boy, who was alone, unlike the other street children, who stuck together in groups. He’d chosen his outfit with care, wanting to show that he was a rich merchant, to lure the boys into coming with him, exploiting their hunger. Oh, I’ll sate their hunger, he thought to himself, smiling, as long as mine is sated first. The boy, who was tiny for his age, looked up at him with a strange look in his eyes. For a brief moment, he thought he saw something else there, but then there was just obvious curiosity.
“Hello,” he said, smiling his most charming smile at the boy. The boy shyly smiled back. “Hello,” he whispered. Revil shivered in delight. The boy was just the kind of boy he preferred, the sweet, shy and pretty kind. “I’ve seen you around. Are you alone?” He asked, still smiling. The boy bit his lip and nodded softly. Revil kept his smile up, but on the inside he was cheering. He’s perfect! “You look hungry,” he said. “I’ll give you something to eat if you want.” The boy looked up at him again, his eyes shining. “Really?” He asked. Revil nodded. “Really.”
He led the boy to the house he kept at the edge of the merchant’s district for these purposes. The boy followed him eagerly, and to keep the boy trusting him, he’d bought him a piece of warm pie from a stall on their way here. He unlocked the door and let the boy in, locking the door behind them once he was inside. He took off his cloak and hung it on the rack next to the door, before taking the boy’s hand and leading him upstairs, into the bedroom. The boy looked genuinely surprised, and Revil grinned. He couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was the boy just his type, but he seemed to actually be an innocent, as well.
“Here’s the deal, kid,” he said, locking the bedroom door as well. “You’re going to be a good boy and do what I tell you to do, and I’ll feed you once we’re done.” The boy looked a little frightened by now, but he didn’t try to run. “Undress,” Revil told him, leering. The boy did, slowly pulling off his rags. He was quite pale underneath them, a lovely sight that made Revil’s cock twitch in anticipation. He took off his own clothing, eager to have his way with the beautiful child. He walked over and pinned the boy to the bed with one hand, using the other to rub over his small, pink nipples. There were tears in his eyes, but he didn’t fight. Revil leered again. “You’re a good boy,” he said, using the boy’s hair to pull him close.
He nudged the boy’s cheek with his erection. “Open your mouth,” he said. The boy closed his eyes and did as he was told. Revil groaned in pleasure as he put the head of his cock into the boy’s wet little mouth. “Suck it!” He ordered. The boy obeyed, sucking him as well as he could manage. Revil grunted and tangled his hand in the boy’s hair, thrusting into his mouth. The boy was crying silently by now, and the sight drove Revil over the edge, flooding the kid’s mouth with his seed. He pulled away with a satisfied grunt and thought happily about how he’d fuck the boy when he’d recovered, when he noticed the boy’s body was shaking. “No point in crying, kid,” he said gruffly. “It won’t do you any good.”
The boy’s head snapped up and he realized that the boy was shaking with laughter. Annoyed, he grabbed the boy’s hair and held his head up by the silky strands, too silky for a street child. “What’s so funny you little brat?” He demanded. The boy smiled at him, a smile baring too sharp canines, set in a face with a pair of big blue eyes that were glowing eerily. Revil cursed and let go of the boy’s hair, getting off the bed. He hurried to the door and tried to get it open, but he was too slow. The demonic boy giggled and moved, and Revil screamed in agony.
*
The boy curled up on the bloodstained bed, licking the last drops of blood of his lips. His eyes glowed softly in the semi-darkness of the room, making him look like a demonic feline. He surveyed his work and smiled to himself. The entire room was splattered with blood, and there was nothing left of the human who had thought himself a predator. Such a joke, the boy thought to himself. “Playing with your food?” a smooth voice asked from the doorway. The boy looked up and smiled at the redheaded man who’d just entered the room. The man’s mismatched eyes were twinkling with amusement. The boy shrugged. “He made it so easy for me,” he said sweetly, moving over to give the man room on the bed.
The man laughed. His voice was beautiful, but there was something decidedly unsettling about his laugh. “Humans are easy, Iuan, in more ways than one.” He joined the boy on the bed, reaching over to stroke his hair. Iuan made a delighted sound and snuggled up to the man, not caring that he got blood all over his expensive robe. “They are,” he agreed. The man chuckled. “You were made for being a demon, my sweet,” he told his young consort. Iuan purred against his chest. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ishamael,” he said, and leaned up to kiss the older demon passionately. Ishamael kissed him back, taking control of the kiss by habit. Iuan made a happy sound in his throat and reached into his lover’s robes, eager to put his hands on Ishamael’s soft skin. “Want you,” he murmured against the older demon’s lips, still purring.
Ishamael chuckled and ran his fingers through Iuan’s hair. He loved the way it felt against his fingers. “Blood makes you horny, it seems,” he observed, more to himself than to Iuan. The demon boy giggled happily at that. “Do you mind?” He asked. Ishamael grinned slowly, baring his razor-sharp fangs. “Not at all.” Before Iuan could react, Ishamael pinned him to the bed and started licking his neck, the feeling of his cat-like tongue sending shivers of delight down Iuan’s spine. “I’m actually quite fond of the fact,” he said between licks, pausing every now and then to nibble at the boy’s collarbones. “My lovely boy.”
He ran his slender hands down Iuan’s body, stroking his skin slowly as he moved. Iuan made a small whimpering sound and twisted in his lover’s arms to find the position that best exposed the parts of him he wanted stroked. Ishamael noticed what he was doing and chuckled, leaning in to lick the demon boy’s nipples. Iuan moaned and clawed at Ishamael’s back, leaving bloody trails where his claws penetrated the soft, pale skin. Ishamael didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to find it arousing, because he gave a soft moan and bit down at the sensitive flesh between his teeth. Iuan smirked to himself and slid his hand down the demon’s chest to his groin, tearing his robes open, and wrapped his hand around his lover’s hardening cock. Ishamael made an appreciative sound in his throat and lowered his head to Iuan’s own erection, snaking a wet, warm tongue around it. The boy bit back a scream and threw his head back in a display that looked eerily seductive for a ten-year old. Ishamael chuckled and took the rest of Iuan’s cock into his mouth, at the same time as he slid his fingers down the boy’s skin to rest on his ass. /You’re gorgeous like this, love, / he told his consort, using their bond. /I wish I could capture the moment and send it to your father. /
Iuan was about to reply when Ishamael slid a slick finger into him. A moan was all that escaped his lips. /More. Please? / He asked, wanting to feel his lover inside of him, thrusting. Ishamael obviously had the same idea, and followed up with another finger, stretching his little lover. Since they were both demons, he didn’t need to spend nearly as much time preparing his lover as he would have needed with a human, but he liked making Iuan beg. The young demon had such a lovely voice. /Ask properly, my sweet. And out loud, as well. / Iuan whimpered as another finger joined the previous two. “P-please, Ishamael. T-take me!” Ishamael smirked down at Iuan. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his erection, moaning softly at the tightness. “You’re so wonderful,” he told Iuan and started thrusting into the boy. The thrusts were slow at first, but the pace quickened fast, until they were both gasping for breath they didn’t really need. Iuan whimpered again and buried his claws in Ishamael’s back, causing the older demon to hiss in pleasure and forcibly kiss his consort. Iuan knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer, He could feel himself widening and tightening in rhythm with Ishamael’s thrust, and the sensation was driving him quickly over the edge. With a small cry, he came, coating his lover’s stomach with his seed. Ishamael followed closely behind, loosing himself in the contractions of Iuan’s body.
Murmuring a spell of cleaning, he pulled out of his lover and wrapped his arms around the small demon boy. “You’re a perfect demon,” he told him softly, stroking the skin of his stomach. “I couldn’t have asked for a better consort.” Iuan smiled in delight and snuggled closer. He was a very affectionate creature, a fact Ishamael took endless delight in. “Love you,” the boy murmured sleepily, wrapping his arms around Ishamael’s neck, twining his fingers into the older demon’s lovely hair. Ishamael purred happily, and invoked the spell to teleport them back to his strange domain. They disappeared in a cloud of black tendrils, leaving the blood-soaked bedroom behind.