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The club was in full swing when Stephen entered. Costumed patrons wrapped themselves around each other as they moved on the dance floor. Stephen moved around, a quiet confidence putting a swagger in his step. He felt every eye in the place on him as he moved. He looked at the layout of the place and planned his movements with all the grace of a predator on the prowl.
His first stop was the bar. He presented the card, not quite knowing what he wanted. He looked at one of the other people sitting by the bar, a grossly overweight guy, bound only by leather straps in convenient places. Old fashioned airplane goggles bit into the flesh of his face, cutting deep as if they hadn’t been taken off for a while. His skin had a strange bluish tinge and his lips were dark blue, almost black. No body hair adorned his skin. He seemed to be drinking something red, thick, dark. His face was a mask of pleasure as the liquid slid down his gullet.
Stephen took a chance and pointed at the glass in the other man’s hand and ordered the same. The barman smiled, and picked up an old bottle, earthenware and poured out a very generous measure. Stephen picked up the glass, feeling warmth seep through the frosted glass. Lifting it to his lips, he took a deep drink. Thick liquid filled his mouth, a metallic tang, bitter to the taste, and ran down his throat. He spluttered as bile started to rise as it hit his stomach. The blue man beside him turned and smiled, laughing widely, showing sharpened teeth and a dark split tongue. Stephen inclined his head and moved away.
“Some people take going out too seriously,” thought Stephen moving away to stand looking over the dance floor. Two cages hung from the ceiling, and in them were four people, two in each. Stephen edged closer, trying to get a look and to his horror, he saw that both cages contained a cavorting couple, tearing each others clothes off and flinging them free from the cage as they tried to devour each other. Stephen could clearly make out the raging erection of the guys as they fought to dominate each other, fighting over which would give and which would take. In the other cage, two women were doing the same but Stephen, gone from the days when two women turned him on. His eyes were riveted to the cage with the two guys in, feeling lust rising off the dance floor as they watched one partner finally get the upper hand and drive into the other.
A hand surprised him, wrapping around him from behind and sliding down to cup him through his trousers. Stephen’s shaft instantly hardened as the hand moved over him and squeezed. Stephen turned, trying to see who was feeling him up but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. A voice sounded by his ear, seductive, compelling.
“Have you tried the darker side of life? ”
Stephen gulped and nodded, not quite understanding why he couldn’t turn around and look at who was talking. The mental list of things he had tried the night before ran through his head as he arched his back, pushing his hips into that wonderful hand.
“You see that girl over there? ”
Looking over, his eyes rested on a tall blonde, wearing a short skirt and a see through black top, currently wrapping herself around a rather large guy on the dance floor. He nodded, licking his lips as she looked over at him and smiled. The guy she was dancing with, dressed head to toe in leather, looked between his partner and Stephen, baring his teeth and moving into the line of sight, blocking it off.
“Take her! ”The voice turned slightly hard and the hand disappeared.
Stephen felt himself able to move again and realised that he was moving before he realised that his feet were moving. It felt like something was compelling him. He stepped onto the dance floor and stepped around the large leather-clad guy to grab the girl. He heard the snarl behind him and didn’t care. He pulled the girl into a kiss, not giving her a chance to pull away. Pulling back, he stared at her for a second. Her eyes were captivating, deepest purple. Unusual! He realises that he still has a glass in his hand. He puts the glass to his lips and downs the rest of the dark liquid, feeling it burn on the way down and fill him with pure lust.
A hand falls on his shoulder and he turns looking up at the monster in front of him. He sees one arm draw back, clearly signifying a punch coming.
“MINE! ”
The words came out as a hiss and the monster stopped, dropping back. A smile spread across its face and he stepped back, spreading arms in a gesture of capitulation. Stephen holds out the glass, waiting for the man to take it from him. A giant hand takes the glass from him and smiles, turning to head off to the bar again. Stephen turns back to the girl and moves in close, kissing her deeply again, pushing her back towards the wall of the dance floor. She bangs into it abruptly, teeth closing harshly and nipping at Stephen’s lip, causing a small cut. Stephen could taste the blood in his mouth and could feel the girl licking at it. Desire built up inside him and he started ripping at her top, tearing the lace easily. His hand found her breast and squeezed tightly, leaving her gasping in pain. He would have been worried except that he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. Her hand went to his erection and started massaging him through his trousers.
Stephen ripped the top more, leaving her completely uncovered on top. He pulled at her nipples, pulling them out harshly, letting them snap back. He dropped his head to take one of the nubs between his lips and closed his teeth around them, biting them harshly. A hand found his hair and grabbed hard, so hard that it should have been hurting him but he felt nothing. He was numb. His hand moved to the girls skirt, pushing it up and tearing down her underwear, ripping it out of the way. He quickly undoes his zipper and pulls himself free. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped, making sure that it was hard and ready. He spins the girl, telling her to put her hands on the wall. She complies.
Stephen flips up her skirt and positions himself at her opening and with no preparation, he enters her. Only the girls natural lubrication, saved her from getting hurt. He buried himself deep in her. His hands rose to her breasts as his fingers closed over her already abused nipples and pinched them tightly. The girl threw back her head and screamed. The screams only made Stephen harder and moved his hips faster. Another couple of strokes and he pulled out, driving instead into her tight ass. Again another scream. Stephen felt his seed build up in his balls and empty himself into that tight channel. He made sure that he was completely drained before pulling out. Wiping himself on the girls skirt, he started to head back towards the bar.
About halfway back to the bar, he found a hand extend holding a glass. He looked over and saw the giant of a man holding out a drink to him, a large smile on his face. Stephen took the glass, draining it in two gulps. The man kept smiling as he watched. Standing and moving in front of Stephen, he moved a hand over Stephen’s torso, tracing the muscles and lingered on the hard nipples. Stephen shivered and arched back slightly. The giant leaned down and whispered in Stephen’s ear.
“It’s our turn now! ”
Stephen’s eyes widened as he looked up at the man and saw the man looking behind him. Stephen turned to look behind him and saw the girl walking up, still exposed. As she moved, Stephen saw her grow, widen, change. Breasts disappeared and were replaced with hard male muscle. The skirt lengthened, replaced with a pair of tight leather trousers. Features changed until he could have been looking at a clone of the giant. Stephen blinked, not knowing what he was seeing. Not knowing how to react, he backed up, or tried to as he banged into the giant behind him. The second giant walked up until he was trapped between the two slabs of muscle. There didn’t seem to be anything to do.
The giant in front reached down and took both Stephen’s wrists in his own, raising them over his head. Stephen felt a burning sensation as something clicked around his wrists. The hands fell away but he could not lower his arms. He looked up, slightly panicked. Chains tied him to the ceiling. Stephen tugged at his wrists but found himself held in place.
The giant in front of him smiled down brutally, lips pulling back from teeth ferally. He held a hand up in front of Stephen. A single fingernail grew, lengthening, sharpening. The monster, features changing again to a grotesque mask of scars. Religious, pseudo-religious symbols covered every patch of skin visible. Stephen swallowed as the knife-like nail traced down his cheek to the shirt he was wearing. Effortlessly the material parted, shredding and falling by the wayside. The monster moved lower, slitting the material of his trousers and leaving them fall to the ground beside his shirt. Another nick and his underwear fell to the ground, leaving him naked in the club.
The crowd parted and surrounded the starting floor show. Hands ran over Stephen’s skin, turning him on and chilling him at the same time. He felt that extra sharp nail running over his skin and nick him several times, leaving small trails of blood to well up along the incisions. The daemons ducked, licking the blood from his skin and fastening their lips, sucking more when none came readily to the surface. Hands, more hand than could be accounted for from just the two daemons accosted him, sneaking into every nook and cranny. Fingers entered him, lubricated only with spit and alcohol. It was Stephen’s turn to scream. He felt himself stretched and entered with no ceremony.
More of the thick liquid was forced down his throat and he felt that familiar numbness spread out through him. He relaxed into the sensations, enjoying the feelings, giving into hedonism. He hardened and came, hardened and came, again and again. Glass after glass of viscous liquid poured down his throat. Lust became his driving focus as he begged for a touch, a kiss, anything. The daemons around him masturbated to orgasm and fed him their seed on webbed fingers and leather gloves. He pleaded for each drop.
Stephen was lost, sensations flooding him as he forgot who he was, what he was, where he was. His body was just one nerve, played and raw. Minutes felt like hours as night passed to day again. Daemons left one by one and one, leaving the club as dawn broke. A man walked up to Stephen and released him, leaving him to fall to the ground.
“I hope you enjoyed your night, mortal. Come back any time. ”
Stephen recognised the voice from earlier, it was the voice that started the whole thing. Stephen looked up, watching the man dressed in black walk over to him and slip a black card from a pocket. He placed it between Stephen’s teeth. Clothes were thrown at his feet. Stephen quickly picked up the clothes and dressed, putting the card in a pocket. He rooted through the pocket of his tattered shirt and picked out the white card that Lori had given him, shoving that in a pocket as well. Sleep was the only thing on his mind at the moment. He ached all over and muscles protested as he moved towards the door.
Nathalia fell into step behind Stephen, as tired as her charge and equally sore after her nights activities. She couldn’t even summon up enough power to disapperate and follow him by his spirit alone. Each step hurt but she forced herself to keep pace with the mortal. Not letting him out of her sight. Damnit, where was the angel when she needed him?
A voice followed them out of the club.
“That card’ll get you in whenever you want, boy… Just ask for Dominion! ”
Light streamed in celestial waves from above as Balthion was transported back to Earth. He materialised in front of the diner that he had been taken from. Darkness still claimed the streets as the first rays of light climbed over the horizons. Balthion reached out, searching for his charge among the thousands of people making their way around, oblivious to the forces of good and evil fighting around them. He couldn’t sense anything, the link was clouded with dark energy.
Balthion sighed as he started back towards Stephen’s apartment, praying that Nathalia was not getting Stephen into too much trouble. He had never experienced the sensations that he was currently feeling as he traced the link to the boy. It felt like pure evil was tracing back along the link, trying to draw him in. He drew from his inner strength and severed the link, just praying that he would be able to pick it up again later. The boy had to return to his place sooner or later.
Climbing the stairs of the dormitory where Stephen lived, Balthion noticed a sign on one of the notice boards. Apparently they needed a superintendent for the building, someone who could do small maintenance jobs around the building, take care of problems and generally be a councillor to the students staying there. Balthion remembered Kheramite’s words to him, to look out for opportunities. A quick prayer cast upwards and reality reordered itself around him. Balthion found himself shaking hands with a man who was congratulating him.
“Great to have you on board… Sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. ”
Balthion smiled a very easy smile. “Call me Kevin! ”
The man nodded as if remembering the name rather than this being the first time he had heard it. Digging around in his pocket, the man pulled out a bunch of little pink pieces of paper, post-it notes.
“I can give you these to hand out, can’t I?
Balthion smiled again, “Of course, sir. You can count on me. ”
A funny look crossed the man’s face as he handed over the notes and the keys before wandering off. Balthion watched the man go before turning into his new room. A stream of divine power travelled across all the surfaces and transformed the empty room into a fully furnished apartment fit for living in comfortably. Balthion looked through the notes. Many of them were for other students staying in the dorm, notes from lecturers, from friends, from parents. These simply disappeared from his hands, finding their way under the correct doors without issue. There were four notes left. Three of the notes were from one of the lecturers in college, Stephen’s Economics lecturer. Apparently he was late on some assignments and there was also some concern that he hadn’t turned up to class or to the appointment afterwards. Balthion shook his head. The daemon had gotten too much leniency so far, it was time to take back destiny and fate and put them back in the boys hands.
He hears footsteps outside his door and felt the now familiar impression of evil that followed his charge everywhere. He opens the door and sees Stephen limp past, his head down. Nathalia’s face was a mask of pure pain and something else. Balthion stepped into the hallway between Stephen and Nathalia.
“What did you…” Balthion began.
Nathalia looked up. The look of pure hurt, pain, defeat on her face stopped his words as they formed. Nathalia watched as Stephen unlocked his door and stepped inside, waiting before talking.
“Can you…Can you make sure that he dreams well? ”Her voice was barely over a whisper, her eyes pleading.
Balthion nods, turning to follow Stephen. He passes through the locked door and into the room. Stephen is just sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Balthion looks back at the door, wondering what in Heaven’s name the daemon had done to the boy. He was going to have words with her.
First gaining permission, Balthion sits beside the boy and puts a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair comfortingly.
“Let nothing worry you this day. Sleep and be refreshed. Dream and be inspired. ”
Stephen sagged slightly, his eyes closing. He managed to lie himself out on the bed before he dropped off to sleep, his face calming and easing. Balthion watched over him for a few minutes before he left him to his slumber. The boy had certainly deserved it.
Passing out through the door again, he looks down the corridor, looking for Nathalia. He saw her, crumpled, sitting propped up against a wall. He moved over to her, standing over her and bringing his celestial strength to bare.
“What happened? ”His voice was harsh, stern.
Nathalia looked up and Balthion saw tears running down the daemon’s cheeks. He forced himself to keep his heart strong, not giving in easily. Her lips moved but no sound came out. Each tear that ran down her face pulled at his heart strings. Eventually he hunkered down beside her, touching her shoulder. She looked at his hand, disbelieving that he was voluntarily touching her.
“What happened? ” This time, his voice was softer, soothing almost.
“I…I… I didn’t realise! I made a mistake! ” Nathalia’s voice faltered. There was none of the bravado of earlier in it.
Balthion lifted her, picking her up easily, cradling her in his arms and holding her close as he carried her into his room. Her arms found their way around his neck and held on tight. Her face buried itself in the crook of his neck. His skin crawled but he could not leave another creature in pain, even one such as this. The daemon’s tears burned his skin but he did not rush. He carried her to his bed and placed her gently down on the covers. She looked up at him with large wet eyes.
“Sleep! ”He said. “You can tell me about it later. ”
“Take care of him. ” Her hand reached out and caught Balthion’s arm. “Please. ”
Balthion nodded, his expression serious. He watched Nathalia’s eyes close and her hand relax. Balthion took a seat beside the daemon on the bed, forming a blanket in his hands and spreading it over her as her breathing evened out. Balthion looked down at the daemon on the bed, finding himself again wondering what had happened. Neither angels nor daemons slept in the normal course of events.
Gently he reached out and pushed a strand of hair from her face watching her features relax and the hard lines that he had seen previously as she taunted him disappear. She looked peaceful, almost innocent. If her daemonic resonance was shielded, he could have sworn that she was a mortal, or even… an angel.
Looking away and pulling his hand away, he stared at the four post-it notes still sitting on the table top from where he had dropped them earlier. Beautiful she may be but evil was her core. He could not afford to lose his compassion but he could not afford to be taken in by her.
Almost reluctantly, he rose from the bed, moving out into the hallway and back into Stephen’s room. The boy slept deeply. Balthion dropped all guise of being human, mortal and light filled the room as he looked over the boy and his spirit. Dark tendrils wrapped around the boys heart and soul, writhing as Balthion reached out to touch them, retreating from celestial touch.
Stephen stirred and moaned out as he turned over, his shoulder, an agony of lactic acid, protesting. His body, battered and abused, reminded him even in sleep of his ordeal as the last of that foul concoction worked it’s way through his veins leaving him wanting more, needing more. Perfect dreams, beautiful images worked through his mind but darker impressions pushed in on them, too fleeting to catch but ever present. Stephen tossed and turned restlessly trying to attain peace but having it elude him at the last second.
Balthion watched the boy turn and twist, moaning in pain. He should be sleeping easy now. Nothing should be unravelling the web that Balthion had cast over him. Troubled, Balthion looked closer at the boy’s psyche. A troubling red line snaked out of view before Balthion could fully appreciate it. Calling for guidance, he moved closer. An acrid scent caught him and sent him reeling backwards.
“Daemon’s Blood! ” Balthion exclaimed.
The name was only slightly a misnomer. There was a slight amount of daemon’s blood in the mix but the rest was distilled lust coupled with the essence of evil. The drink was not meant for mortal lips to taste. Balthion stepped back, standing on the other side of the room. Detrimental to mortals, it was worse for angels. A single drop had enough potency to kill an angel within seconds.
Balthion recast himself into human form again and spread a prayer over Stephen, trying to purge the deadly liquid from the boy’s blood stream. A warm presence fills the room as streams of sound pour in, sending wave after wave of purity through the boys body, flushing the toxin from his blood. Clothing disintegrated as the sound purged the blood and demonic essence from between the fibres, leaving Stephen lying on top of the sheets, exposed to the world.
Stephen’s body twitched and convulsed as the evil fought it’s extraction before dropping back down on the sheets, soaked in sweat. Balthion stepped closer again, feeling the last of the evil evaporate and disappear, leaving Stephen sleeping peacefully, dreaming sweet dreams. Balthion went to a cupboard at the side of the room and pulled out a comforter, spreading it over the boy.
Satisfied, Balthion left Stephen to his dreams and moved back to his own room. He wanted a word with Nathalia. Something had happened and he needed to know what she had done.
How on earth had Daemon Blood found it’s way into the boy? Had she given it to him? For some reason he could not picture her slipping him the beverage…It didn’t seem like her style at all. Couple on top of that the state that she herself was in… Balthion sighed. This threatened to be one Hell of a story.
Nathalia stretched, blanket falling to the side as her arms reached up to embrace the mid-afternoon sun streaming through the blinds. Her hands rose to her hair as she combed her fingers through it, luxuriating in the feeling of clean sheets under her. Her hand runs down her body, over the satin of her dress and down.
The satin parted and her hand slipped inside, letting her fingers play over the sensitive cleft there. Her fingers parted the way and skipped over the hardening nub, making her moan softly.
“Ahem! ”
A voice disturbed her and she opened her eyes, looking for the intruding presence. The angel stood off to one side, propping up a wall with his shoulder, a rather unamused look on his face. She sighed, not moving her hand.
“Would you mind not doing that please, I don’t want to have to incinerate the sheets! ”
Nathalia rolled her eyes and withdrew her hand, raising the fingers to her mouth and letting her tongue play over them. She heard Balthion sigh but noticed that this time he made no moves to look away. Slightly disappointed, she dropped her hand moving to sit up on the bed. Dizziness assaulted her and she braced herself against the headboard. A faint look of concern crossed the angels face before vanishing again.
“So do you want to tell me what happened to the boy last night? ”
Nathalia looked up at Balthion and saw that hard look on his face. Brown eyes looked as if they were cast from stone as he regarded her. She already had the feeling that he would not take no as an answer. She sighed and tried anyway.
“I don’t want to talk about it. ”Her eyes looked downwards towards the wooden floor as she tried to play on his sympathy.
Balthion stepped back, raising her hopes that he would accept that answer, however, he just grabbed a chair and pulled it close before sitting on it and looking down at her.
“I’m not particularly interested in what you want to talk about. The boy was intoxicated on Daemon’s Blood, he’s bruised and battered and I’m fairly sure that he didn’t know which way was up this morning. I don’t care what you do to yourself, but the boy is still an innocent no matter what you have exposed him to. I want an explanation! ”
Balthion’s voice was cool and measured as he struggled to keep his emotions under control. He wanted to rage, to show her the error of her ways, to show her the true path and have her repent. He knew that it would do no good. She was a daemon and could never embrace anything barring her nature but his core still wanted him to try.
Nathalia’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing. “I know the boy is an innocent. You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to crawl home at inhospitable hours of the morning battered and bruised myself? Think again, Wings. It was… an error on my part. I acknowledge that but that is all I will acknowledge. He enjoyed himself last night, one way or another. ”Her voice dropped abruptly, quiet now. “They saw to that! ”
Balthion felt the venom of her words wash over him as he struggled to stay impassive. He could see something in those violet eyes, something that he did not expect with the initial rage flowing through her. Regret. Regret tinged her eyes, darkening the irises.
“They? ” Balthion prompted.
Nathalia looked up searching his face for something. She must have found it because she looked back down and examined her hands. Pain dripped from her voice as she started talking again.
“I made a mistake, an assumption. I thought that he would be safe with me for a few minutes. I was wrong! ”
Balthion moved, sitting beside her on the bed. His voice changed again, softening, comforting. The hard approach wouldn’t get him anywhere he realised. The harder he pushed, the harder she fought against him.
“Tell me what happened? ”
Nathalia’s shoulders dropped as mental images of the night before crawled through her mind. She shivered involuntarily as she remembered the oily feeling of Dominion in her mind and his fingers on her like a thousand spiders. The fat, filthy fingers of the daemons who had taken her and used her as a toy while she struggled to get free. The strong arms of the bastard who had held her in place, forcing to watch Stephen being abused by daemons of every layer of Hell while she could do nothing but acknowledge that this was all her fault. But how the hell did she tell an angel that?
She took a deep breath, not really knowing why she was planning on telling him this. She needed to tell someone and he was the only one offering to listen.
“I got summoned yesterday morning. That was what the black card was. I figured that if I left him alone with you while I went that you would undo all my work. Silly now, I guess. ” Nathalia forced a laugh. “Anyway, he ordered a drink that someone else was having, turned out to be Daemon’s Blood. Anyway, my boss turned up and challenged the boy. You know the effect that it has on mortals…He took the challenge but that was only the start. They caught him and chained him there and took turns. He was virtually swimming in Daemon’s Blood when they were finished with him. ”
Nathalia looked up at Balthion again, her eyes wet.
“There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t get lose. They made me watch. I made an assumption and it turned out to be wrong and it’s all my fault. ”
Balthion was at a loss for words. He simply reached out, not thinking about it and put his hand on her arm, trying to comfort her with touch alone. He realised his mistake when she turned on him, knocking his arm off.
“I don’t need your pity, angel. You wanted to know what happened. Now you know! Are you happy now? Does it help you? ”
Again, venom dripped from her voice as she pushed herself off the bed, flinging herself away from him, eyes blazing.
Balthion composes himself, not regretting the attempt to comfort her but confused at her mood swings. He looks at her as she watched him, her back against a wall and trying to hold back angry tears.
“Yes. ” He said simply. “It does help. Thank you! ”
Nathalia looked at the angel on the bed, taking in his appearance. There was something so damned annoying about him. His serene face, taking everything in stride or that cute little blush that he had when he first arrived, the ghost of dimples that settled on his cheeks when he was amused. He was too damned cute. Perfect in every way, from his perfectly cut hair to his toned ass. He would never make such a mistake. He would never do something so stupid. It infuriated her! She had to get out, go somewhere else, away from here, away from him… Before she did something stupid.
She’d already done something that she hadn’t intended in telling him what had happened the night before. She had intended to brush over it, treat it as a triviality. But no… She had spilled her guts about the whole thing. What the hell was wrong with her? She was a daemon for Lucifer’s sake. She didn’t run to angels and confess her sins…
An image of her in a confessional crossed her mind, casting Balthion as the priest. She was on her knees in the box, laying out everything she had done, everything sordid and x-rated that ever crossed her mind. Balthion behind the thin wooden wall, his trousers open and his hand caressing himself as he listened. His tiny moans bitten back as his hand gripped his cock, pumping for all he was worth. She would sneak out of her section and open the door to his, catching him in mid stroke, surprising him before dropping to her knees again and helping him with his penance. His hands, strong and firm going to the back of her head as she took him in, continuing until her nose was buried in his dark curls. Her tongue working at a furious rate. Her own hand dropped until it was circling her clitoris with talented fingers. Working at an incredible rate as she hurried to satisfy herself and the angel. She could almost taste the first spurt into her mouth, savouring the taste before allowing it to slide down her throat. Her own completion scream stopped by the rod in her mouth, only a muffled sound released.
Balthion watched as Nathalia leaned back against the wall, a little smile spreading across her face. A change to the torment of moments earlier. He could smell her scent filling the room, making him dizzy. He watched as her hand again parted her skirt and slipped under the shiny material, moving quickly. The hem of the skirt flapped as she worked away. He tried to look away but his eyes were fixed to the movement under the skirt. He could feel himself start to stir and did nothing about it for the moment. No anxiousness filled him this time. The act was natural and easily dealt with if he wished. He let it continue for another couple of seconds before consciously making himself relax and cancelling the physical reaction, moving from the bed to the kitchen and putting on a kettle as the daemon behind him moaned and screamed.
Nathalia opened her eyes panting and looking over at the bed. However, the angel had moved. She looked around, finally finding him in the kitchen pouring water over tea bags. His cheeks weren’t even slightly flushed. A pout fixed on her lips for a moment before cancelling itself.
“You know, you were cuter when you blushed! ”
Stephen turned, a small smile on his lips, a dimple showing on his cheek.
“Oh, you’re done! Want some tea? ”
Nathalia’s mouth dropped open. What in the layers of Hell…? Flummoxed, Nathalia turned on her heel and slammed out the door, muttering under her breath.
The corner of Balthion’s mouth hooked upwards. “I guess that is a no then? ”
Stephen stirred, dull aches making every position uncomfortable. He felt surprisingly rested. Fleeting snatches of dreams brushed past him as they vanished. He stretched out on the bed, just relaxing. He thought back over the previous day, smiling as he remembered Mike, and by extension, Lori.
His hand ran over his smooth chest, brushing quickly over sensitive nipples before sinking lower over his stomach. He noted with slight amounts of shock that he was not wearing anything. Usually he had at least a pair of boxers on. He tried to cast his mind back to the night before. He couldn’t remember much after leaving Mike’s apartment. He had vague memories of being hungry and grabbing something to eat. Memories moved like molasses. A darkness settled over his memory as he remembered the club. Freaks dressed like daemons. After that his memory faded. He remembered drinking something and then dancing… no more than dancing with someone. He tried to remember but nothing came to him.
“Shit, I must have been knocking them back last night. ” He muttered to himself.
His hand moved lower, catching his not-quite-morning hardened member. His thumb brushed over the tip causing him to moan quietly as he pulled the foreskin back as he gripped the shaft, starting a slow, steady pace. He cast his mind back to the previous day, conjuring up memories and using them in his fantasy.
Stephen kissed his way down Mike’s chest, his hands caught behind him in leather restraints buckled closed over his wrists. His tongue tasting the slightly salty skin, already clammy from previous lovemaking that evening. Mike’s hands rested behind his neck as he sat, propped up against the headboard, dark eyes locked with Stephen’s as Stephen moved slowly over to a nipple, capturing it in his lips. Sucking gently, tongue flicking over the small bud. Moving further downwards, Stephen tastes the tight muscles of Mike’s stomach, feeling the shivers travel through the muscle as his warm breath travels over the skin, raising the small hairs in anticipation. Something bounces off his chin and Stephen lifts his head slightly to find Mike’s raging erection pointing straight up at him, inviting Stephen to touch it. Stephen looked up at Mike, his tongue again licking out to just tease the head of the shaft.
Long leisurely strokes of the hand as his other hand moved to capture a nipple between his fingers made him almost purr. The comforter had fallen to one side. Stephen relished the feeling of air on his skin.
Lowering his eyes, he went to work properly, placing a trail of kisses from the tip to the base, slow chaste kisses, or almost. He moved even lower, licking the loose skin of his balls, teasingly slowly before taking one of the orbs into his mouth and sucking to the point of pain before releasing and moving to the other one. His tongue dipped even lower, finding that sweet spot just behind the balls and licking there. Slow, slow. Quick. Quick. Slow. He varied the rhythm, driving Mike insane with need. He may have only discovered the wonders of blowjobs a few hours ago but he had taken to it immediately. Mike hissed down at him and he stopped what he was doing, looking up and smiling innocently. Mike had called him a tease, and he was determined to prove it.
His hand moved lower, mimicking what he had done with his tongue. Fingers played over his balls, and lower, stroking that secret spot behind his balls and then lower, until he played with his ass. A smile fixed itself on his face and showed no signs of leaving.
A hand knotted through his hair as he was pulled up. In no uncertain terms, he was told to stop teasing and just do it. Stephen smiled as the shaft was pushed against his lips. He waited a few scant seconds before opening his mouth and allowing himself to be pushed down. The thick organ filled his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe. His head was pushed up and down on it. Stephen swallowed around the shaft allowing it to pass into his throat, bypassing the gag reflex that he had always heard about. Breath timed to perfection, he allowed himself to be moved, used. He enjoyed it. Mike was moaning, mouth open, eyes closed as he enjoyed, relished the sensations. Stephen’s shoulders were starting to hurt slightly, only adding to the sensations as he felt the familiar tremors wrack through his partner. His head is moved down until Mike was completely buried in his mouth and throat. Bitter, salty, but welcome fluid flowed down his throat. Stephen pulled back slightly, catching the last spurt in his mouth, savouring the flavour. He swallowed it, smiling up at his lover as he licked the shaft clean.
His hand migrated back to his shaft as he gripped it again. Faster paced this time, racing for a finish. His fingers were pinching, pulling at his small nipple, abusing it as he rode the adrenalin high.
Scaly hands gripping him, tight, hard. Running nails over his skin, tearing and marking him as they explored. Pain in his shoulders, almost unbearable. Someone behind him. A finger entering. No lubrication just straight in, tearing at him, ripping him. The scaly hand too tight, hurting, tightening even more. His head thrown back, screaming. Laughing from around him, as they watched. Looking on and placing bets on when he would pass out. On whether he could take his current partner. Entered hard, relentless strokes in and out. Not caring about him. Liquid flooding down his throat, thick, warm. Begging them for more. Begging them to cum. Laughing, louder now. Calling him pet, calling him all sorts of names. Burning pain as he came. A hand gathering it up and then feeding it back to him, making him lick it off.
Stephen’s eyes opened, his hand flying away from his hard shaft as the memory shocked him. Where had that come from? Was it memory or fantasy? He looked over his body, examining for scratches, marks, anything, but finding nothing. He looked down at his wilting member and sighed, slightly frustrated. He pushed the memory to the back of his mind and moved his hand down again, trying to regain the flow that he had only moments ago.
Footsteps sounded outside his room, stopping at his door. Then a knock, sharp and insistent. Stephen cursed as he buried his head under a pillow hoping the person would go away. Another rap on the door. Stephen grudgingly got up and was almost to the door before he realised that he was still naked and semi hard. He gathered up the comforter and wrapped it around himself.
The caller was about to knock again when Stephen pulled the door open. He found himself looking into a pair of beautiful brown eyes, soft, open, sparkling. Stephen, who had been poised to say something harsh about waking him up at ungodly hours, was struck speechless.
“Hi, Stephen is it? ”
The man looked down at the post-it notes in his hand, checking the name and room number before looking up.
“Um… Yeah! ”
Stephen’s eyes travelled to the man’s lips while he was speaking, not taking in the words just the movements. Already his mind was thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, to taste him. To run his hands through that brown hair and to lick the skin of his neck. The man was looking at him now, a small smirk on his face, the start of a dimple on his cheek.
“I said, how are you feeling now? Looked like you had a rough night! ”
Stephen’s mouth moved while his brain caught up.
“Yeah, I’m fine now. ”
Stephen chastised himself about his inability to speak to the fine specimen of manhood in front of him. Stephen clutches the comforter tighter as he realised that he was hard again.
“I have these notes for you, they’re from your professors. They sound pretty annoyed! ”
Stephen reached out to take the offered notes, trying to concentrate enough on reading them. The words were just letters on a page as he looked back up at the man at the door.
“I know it’s none of my business but well… They seem fairly worried about you. You missed a couple of days worth of classes. Are you alright? ”
Better than alright, though Stephen. He tried to keep his face calm as he wracked his brain for an excuse.
“I’ve just been caught up in some other stuff, extra curricular stuff, ya know? I’ll get right back on top of it, don’t worry. ”
Stephen poured out his best smile as he looked at the man in front, watching the worried look cross his face.
“Well, I’m here if you need me. Ya know, a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on…”
Another award-winning smile settled on those beautiful lips. Stephen nodded, already picturing doing more than talking. He twitched under the comforter and hoped that the man didn’t look down, or maybe hoping that he would.
“I’m Kevin, the new super for the building. I’m just down the hall. Drop in anytime for a chat. ”
Stephen smiled back. “I will, thanks. ”
Kevin smiled again and turned on his heel. Stephen leaned against the doorframe, watching the new super walk down the hallway, enjoying the view. Enjoying the way the fabric settled on the hips, giving definition without being too tight. He watched the man go in the door, hearing it close behind him before going back into his room.
He leaned against the door, comforter dropping to the ground at his feet. His hand immediately went to the throbbing member and started to masturbate to the image of the super. Hard and fast, it was only a minute or two until he came, flooding over his hand.
Panting, he stayed against the door as he collected his thoughts. What he hell was happening? Two days ago he was straight and a virgin and now he was what? Gay? He closed his eyes and tried to figure it out but it was all too confusing…
Picking up the comforter, he dumped it on the bed before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. He turned the power up on the shower until the drops were beating down with almost needle-like pressure. He stepped in and let his mind empty, the water washing the indecision and doubt from him.
His mind emptied, leaving peace in it’s wake, well, apart from the nagging feeling that he would have to deal with his feelings sooner or later, but for now, they would wait. Teachers demanded his presence in class and his papers on his desk. If he didn’t want to fail the year, he would have to put that before anything else again and leave his issues to deal with themselves. But how could he close Pandora’s box now that it was open?
Stephen’s heart was beating as he walked up to the professor’s door, unknowingly flanked by his two shadows. What on earth was he going to tell the man? What excuse would get him off the hook? He sure as hell couldn’t tell him the truth, could he?
“Hi, Professor O’Connell. Sorry I haven’t been in class the past three days but I’ve discovered the joy of sex and found out that I really like going down on guys and really, really enjoy when they try to fuck me through a mattress! ”
He sighed. Perhaps that wasn’t the best excuse in the world. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Raising his closed fist, he knocked on the door. His blood pounded in his ears as his heart threatened to jump out his throat. He looked around the corridor, mentally counting the seconds.
One…Two… Three…
No answer, obviously there was no one there. He turned, starting to walk away. A click behind him and he saw the door open out of the corner of his eye. The professor stood in the doorway, a serious expression on his face.
“Ah, Stephen! Come in! ”
Stephen cursed internally before entering the room. The door closing behind him. He was directed to a seat, a big leather chair at the corner of the room. He sat quickly, sitting on the edge, not letting himself relax into the chair as he usually would have done. The professor picked up a folder from the desk and walked over to take a chair close to Stephen, striving for a non-confrontational position as he talked to the boy about his absence.
Balthion moved into the room quietly, taking a place leaning against the opposite wall. He was worried about the boy. He hadn’t looked in on him last night, leaving him to the raging heavy metal music that was pouring out of his room spewing words about hate and revenge. He had hoped that Stephen would study, or write an assignment or something to get back on track but it seemed doubtful that anyone could work while listening to that volume of music.
Nathalia slipped into the room just behind the angel, taking a place on the professors desk, her skirt falling open as she crossed her legs. She had reappeared back in Balthion’s room this morning and helped herself to coffee while he was taking care of something or other to do with his new job. Sitting back, she watched Balthion out of the corner of her eye. She was finding it increasingly hard to keep her eyes off him, or to keep her thoughts on Stephen and the assignment.
“So, Stephen, I see you got my notes then? ”
Stephen nodded, not really wanting to answer the questions that were coming but knowing they were unavoidable. He held his rucksack between his hands, picking a cord loose with a finger nail.
“It’s not like you to miss class. I spoke to your history and social studies professors as well and you haven’t been attending their classes either. Tell me, Stephen, is something wrong? Are you having difficulty? ”
Stephen searched the ground, trying to form an answer. Nothing was wrong, per se. Well, there was something that was gnawing on his mind but he hadn’t been able to put a finger on it yet. But nothing was definitively wrong. Looking at the professor, realising that he was still looking at him, concern sketched on his face.
“No, sir. Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just… I’ve just had a lot on my mind for the past few days. ”The words were sluggish as they came out. “It’s not college stuff, it’s personal and well, it’s taking me time to come to terms with it. ”
The professor sat back in the chair, slightly puzzled. He had always seen Stephen as a strong character, not one easily bowled over by life’s petty problems and issues. His brow furrowed as he wondered how to press the issue. It was obvious to him that the boy needed to talk and he would be damned if he was going to lose his best student without a fight.
“Stephen, you’re one of the brightest students I have seen. I don’t want to see you fall behind because of personal issues. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. I promise that it won’t go beyond these walls. ”
Stephen blinked, looking up at the professor. He took in the open face of the man sitting opposite him. Salt and pepper hair crowned the professors face, short back and sides, sweeping to the left with a single strand falling down onto the forehead that ached for a finger to push it back. Gold rimmed glasses sat perched on the bridge of his nose, slipping down every couple of minutes only to be pushed back up with the back of a hand. A thin show of stubble on the shadow of his chin that seemed to be ever-present no matter how early in the morning it was. Clear blue eyes looked through those gold rims, taking in everything as they watched him. Tweed blazer over pale trousers, the ultimate academic look. And that accent… Midwestern American with just a hint of Scottish on some words, betraying his heritage.
Stephen gulped. How had he never noticed this before, how had he never noticed how striking the man in front of him was? Could he really come out to him? Would that be what he was planning on doing?
Nathalia looked on from the desk, tuned into Stephen on a demonic level. She could already see the air of lust around Stephen as he looked at his teacher. She smiled a little, sending a little of her essence up into the air.
Balthion watched Nathalia, taking note of what she was doing and also the look on Stephen’s face. The boy seemed to be insatiable, developing attraction after attraction as he went about his everyday life. Balthion sent out a celestial presence, cleansing the air of Nathalia’s demonic essence.
“You’ve done enough, daemon. Don’t force the issue. ”
Nathalia pouted. Ever since he had shown up, he had been interfering. Sticking his oar in where it wasn’t required. If he wasn’t so damned cute…
Stephen took a deep breath, deciding to take the plunge. What was the worst thing that could happen? He needed to at least tell someone and well, now was as good a time as any.
“I…I… I think I might be gay. ”
Stephen looked down at the floor, examining the thread of the carpet, not able to look up at his professors face. Silence reigned through the room as nothing was said. Even Balthion and Nathalia were silent, waiting for the reaction.
Finally, the professor spoke. “I see. ”
Balthion’s face was a mask of resignation. Being gay wasn’t in itself a sin, it still involved two people in love and there was nothing more beautiful under heaven’s eyes. He had figured that the boy was at least bi-sexual with the recent activities but fully gay? Nothing in his file suggested that, nothing in his history supported it. The daemon had already perverted the course of the plan, twisting it to her own means.
Stephen chanced looking up, the silence getting to him after a while, wondering whether his professor was repulsed by the confession. The man was sitting back on his chair, fingers steepled as he sat thinking.
“Well,” he said finally, his voice slow and steady. “College is a confusing place. There are lots of new experiences out there that you haven’t come across before. It’s only natural to be confused and go through phases. I’m sure we’ve all had thoughts about the members of our own gender at one time or another. I maintain that it is the ones who protest that they have never looked at a member of their own gender who are in trouble. Experimentation is normal and many people find that college is a good ground for exploring aspects of their psyche that might never be touched again. So tell me, Stephen, what makes you think that you may be gay? ”
Stephen smiled. “Well, apart from the fact that I like guys? ”
The professor laughed easily. “I guess I asked for that one. ”
Stephen watched the twinkle in the professors eye as he laughed. Stephen bit his lip nervously, wondering whether or not to push the man a bit further. Part of him wanted to have the older man push him down and claim him, but another part of his brain was screaming at him that this was his professor and that he could potentially get the guy kicked out of college for this.
Stephen took another deep breath, looking down at the carpet again as he tried to decide what to do. He was talking almost before he realised it.
“Well, there was this club that I went to. I was dancing with a girl and a guy came up behind me and started dancing. At first I was a little confused and just wanted to push away but he kissed me and it just felt right, you know? ”
Stephen looked up, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. The professor had dropped the file to his lap and had a similar blush on his cheeks. Stephen smirked. The professor nodded. Stephen moved a little closer, until he was almost touching knees with the professor. His voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial whisper.
“I hadn’t kissed a guy before then. It was wonderful. And when his hand caught my hair keeping me there… It was perfect. ” style='mso-tab-count: 1'>
Looking up again, he saw Professor O’Connell swallow nervously. His eyes had widened and Stephen could take his pulse simply by looking at his neck. The man looked nervous and interested at the same time.
The professor cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down and not sound like an adolescent teenager when he spoke.
“Well, I’d say that there is strong evidence to suggest that you might be gay. Of course you must consider…”
The words were cut off by Stephen’s mouth. In a lightening quick move, Stephen had lifted his head a little and closed the intervening distance. A tongue invaded the lips, parted in speech, moving gently around, tasting and testing. Not even a minute had passed when Stephen pulled back a fraction, looking into his teachers eyes.
“I. . um… that is to say… I…”
Stephen cut the stuttering professor short, kissing him again, deeper this time but still tenderly.
Nathalia cheered from her place on the desk.
“Way to go Stephen! Guaranteed A! ”
Balthion glared at the daemon.
“The boy did not need to do this to get an A! ”
Nathalia shrugged, “Hey, don’t get snippy with me, Wings. This is all Stephen. No daemon mojo at all! ”
Balthion double checked her words, examining the air, not taking a word she said at face value. He sensed the lust coming from both humans and something more… A slight hesitation.
The professor moved back a little, breaking the kiss. Stephen tried to move in again but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Stephen looked up at his teacher with questioning eyes.
“Stephen…This is highly inappropriate. Look you only missed three days of lectures and one deadline. You don’t have to do this… I was going to give you an extension. ”
Stephen smiled and picked up his bag. Rummaging in the bag for a second, he pulled out a small blue folder. His eyes twinkled as he pulled some sheets loose and handed them to the professor.
“I don’t need an extension. I don’t want better grades! I don’t want anything except you! ”
The professor took the pages and quickly flicked over them before looking up at the grinning boy. Doubt still showed on his face, but it was fast fading. Stephen took the file from the professors lap and the pages from his hand, placing them on the floor, off to one side. He slid from the seat, going to his knees before the professor, looking up into those wonderfully clear eyes. His hand reached out to stroke the light coloured fabric, rising from knee to thigh and then sneaking higher. Stephen’s fingers found the outline of the professor’s shaft, already hard and straining the fabric. He smiled.
“I think you want me a little more that you’re admitting to, sir! ”
The professor swallowed reflexively as the fingers ran from the head of his shaft to the base and back again very slowly. He did want the boy. He wanted him bent over his oak desk. He wanted him on his knees begging for his cock in his mouth. He wanted to hear what noises he made during sex. However, he also wanted to keep his job.
Another kiss weakened his resolve and he found himself kissing back, his hand going to the boy’s cheek, his thumb stroking the slightly stubbled skin. He changed the angle, taking control of it, pushing down on the boy. Stephen’s hands worked on the outline of his shaft, gripping where they could, touching and tracing where they could not. His own hand went down, pushing Stephen’s aside slightly as he fumbled with the buttons holding his trousers closed. The buttons of his boxers were already open, a flash of pink showing through.
Stephen’s hands pushed the professor’s hand aside and dipped inside. The angle was horrid but it allowed Stephen to grasp the professor’s shaft and slowly move his hand up and down. He felt the gasp against his lips, the slight exhalation of air against his lips. He could practically see the lust in his teachers eyes as he was pulled closer and kissed furiously, breathlessly until he was a panting wreck.
Stephen’s hand pulled the professor’s member free of his trousers and started moving his hand faster over the skin, feeling the moans against lips, his tongue. The hand against his cheek moved to his hair, wrapping around the long brown strands and holding him in place. The kiss was broken with both men panting and looking at each other. A little pressure on the back of his head and Stephen found himself pushed downwards towards the hard shaft. He licked his lips greedily as he opened his lips and swallowed the professor’s shaft all the way. Hair tickled his nose as he started to move up and down on the shaft, tongue pressed against the underside. He sucked hard on the shaft making the professor groan and tighten his grip on his hair, guiding Stephen’s movements by pushing and pulling. He ran his tongue over the sensitive piece of skin joining foreskin to shaft, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
The professor moaned, feeling that familiar closeness in his balls. If the kid didn’t stop right now, the show was going to be over far too quickly. He pulled on Stephen’s hair, pulling him up and away from his throbbing member. He could see it twitching as he watched Stephen lick his lips, looking the professor in the eye. The professor pushed him back a little as he stood up, dragging Stephen with him. His hands moved to the top of Stephen’s trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping. He pushed the clothing down, grabbing clumsily at Stephen’s hard shaft, rubbing it with his palm. He pushed Stephen backwards, until his legs bumped into the desk.
Nathalia barely got out of the way on time, laughing as she watched the professors clumsy attempts to get the boy off. She practically bounced over to Balthion, leaning against him as she watched.
Balthion looked down on her, watching the giddy excitement play across her face. He was sure that she had no hand in this specific instance but it was her fault that the boy had seduced his Economics professor. He was startled out of his musings by a hand touching his leg, squeezing at first and then starting to travel higher.
“Ahem… What do you think you’re doing? ”
Balthion’s voice was calm, clear, betraying none of the confusion or panic that he was feeling as Nathalia’s hand rose higher to cup his shaft. He stepped away, leaving her stumble slightly before catching herself.
“Do whatever you have to do, daemon, just don’t involve me! ”
She huffed and leaned back into the wall, hiking her skirt up. She turned her head and looked over at Balthion.
“You sure you don’t want to help? ”
Balthion resolutely stared ahead, not even looking at the two men preparing to fornicate in the room with him.
Professor O’Connell had turned Stephen over and had him put his hands flat on the desk, leaving his ass out, waiting. The professor looked around for something to use as lube. His eyes settled on hand lotion and he started spreading it on his own shaft. He moved closer to Stephen, watching the boy look over his shoulder at him. His hands moved to the boys ass, spreading the cheeks before letting a single finger enter the boy. Stephen moaned and pushed back on the finger, moaning out loud. A couple of thrusts and he added a second finger, watching the tight ring of muscle spread before his ministrations.
“Now…Need… Now! ”
Stephen’s voice was barely above a whisper but the urgency made the professor hurry. He stepped between the boy’s legs and positioned his throbbing member at the stretched hole and pushed in. He saw Stephen’s fingers flex at the initial invasion but the repeated chant of “yes” made him keep moving. The boy was so tight, so warm, so inviting. He could already feel himself close. Internally, he started reciting the gross national products of all the countries he could think of. Unfortunately, the first time that Stephen clenched around him, he forgot anything apart from the boy under him.
A hand reached around and grabbed his shaft, tugging rather ungently on the sensitive flesh. Stephen was grunting with every thrust. The professor was grabbing at him and stroking at a frenzied pace. Stephen didn’t care. He could already feel himself close. He closed off his mind, just concentrating on the sensations in his cock and the feeling of the shaft in his ass. He was breathing hard, repeating one word over and over again. He felt himself release over the tight hand. Spurt after spurt unloaded over the clenched fist.
Warm liquid coated his fingers as Stephen clenched around him in orgasm. He could not hold back any longer and emptied himself into the boy. He pulled out almost before he was finished, grabbing a tissue from a nearby dispenser and wiping himself off before tucking himself back inside and closing the fastenings of his trousers.
Stephen stood, a little shakily as muscles protested slightly. He smiled at the professor before cleaning himself up and fixing himself up. He wandered over to the chair and grabbed up the rucksack, swinging it onto his back.
“I should probably be going, sir. ” Stephen’s eyes were twinkling. “Thanks for the talk. It really helped! ”
“Em… Yes… Any time! ” Professor O’Connell was rubbing the bridge of his nose, under his glasses as he tried to think of something meaningful to say.
Stephen interrupts him, smiling. “See you at four? ”
The professor blinks, “Four? ”
“Yeah, class? ” Stephen smiles widely, laughing lightly. “You know, that thing you do when you’re not…” He gestures to the desk.
The professor blushes and smiles. “Yes, four! Right! ”
Stephen smiled and moved to the door, throwing it open and casting a final look over his shoulder, stepped back out into the hall.
Balthion followed closely behind the boy, silently wondering how on earth he could get the boy back on track if all he could think of was sex. Well, it was one way to achieve world peace… Fuck everyone into a blissful state of existence. At least he was doing his assignments again, though Balthion. That was something.
Nathalia skipped from the room, delighted at the way her assignment had gone. She was worried that Dominion’s little routine at the club would set her back to where she had been at the beginning or worst, but the boy seemed to have embraced his inner rabbit. Nothing Balthion could say now would take the smile off her face now.
The professor watched the young man leave, not knowing quite what to say. He stared at the open door for a few moments before collecting the file and essay and sitting down on the chair again, trying to order the past few minutes activities in his mind. He had always said that the day his students stopped surprising him would be the day that he would quit teaching… Looked like that wasn’t going to happen for a while yet!