Fandom: Demon Diary
Pairing: Eclipse/Raenef
Comments: Yes please!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Self-abuse, nocturnal emissions, borderline shota. Read at your own risk.
Ignorance and Bliss
He remembered that night.
The night his master, in his sleep, had grabbed him. Claiming him. Possessing him, yet in a childish way, as a boy clings to a favorite toy. A toy that, in his case, had somehow been made real, brought fully to life by this sweet, gentle lad's touch.
He felt sick.
He went to the washbasin on the stand near his own bed. Poured some water out of the pitcher into the bowl, splashed some on his face. Rubbed the water in, as though hoping it would soak up the sin his body and subconscious mind were conspiring to arouse in him.
Arouse.
Raenef had been so beautiful that night. One could almost mistake him for a girl as it was, but that night, he'd had the fine, delicate beauty that only a young boy, hovering on the cusp of manhood, can possess. Eclipse shuddered, remembering that soft blond hair, tendrils framing the youth's face. Lashes longer than a woman's, closed in anxious yet sound slumber. Smooth skin. Slender, narrow fingers grabbing at him.
Grabbing at him.
The very thought of the way he had dreamt of those fingers grabbing at him made him ill. The boy was barely fifteen, wasn't he? Eclipse couldn't remember. It was certain he was destined to become a Demon Lord, but something about that open...
Open...
...about that open, fresh personality, that complete lack of guile, made him seem so much younger.
Eclipse felt even filthier. He grabbed the hand towel from its rack and scoured his face with it, trying to wash away the stain of his transgression.
All those fifteen-year-old boys the fearful monarch had set before him. The boys practically children themselves, quaking in fear, yet offered up to him body and soul by their parents. By the man trusted to reign over their parents. In the hopes that one of them would please him.
Please him.
But none of them pleased him like Raenef.
STOP IT!
The dark-haired demon slapped himself, willing those thoughts away from him, but this only served to bring them back twice as strong as before. He felt a familiar heat in his lower belly, followed by an involuntary tug in his groin. He was shaking now himself, consumed with forbidden lust. Yet he refused to touch himself, refused to ease his aching need, refused to give in to the fantasies that would allow him to bring himself to completion, to stain the floor as he had stained his sheets as he had stained his soul...
What soul? Demons don't have souls. Besides, if he really is a Demon Lord, he'll want you to do it...
"NO!"
Uttering a harsh cry, Eclipse knocked over the washbasin, sending it crashing to the floor. He barely registered the shattering of the porcelain, the water spreading across the stone floor of his bedchamber, nudging at his bare feet. All he could hear was the blood roaring in his ears. Eyes closed or eyes shut, all he could see were his master's clear, open eyes. His graceful, delicate limbs. His hands reaching for him, caressing him, trailing down his...
"STOP IT!"
Eclipse could no longer refrain from crying aloud at himself. He worried for a fraction of a second that his master had been awakened by the noise, but then remembered that the boy slept like the dead.
Stop it. He's your master. He's your pupil. He's a boy. He's a child. He's an idiot. He's a complete naif. He's... He's...
He's so lovely...
Weeping bitter tears of defeat, Eclipse sank to the floor, tearing off his bedclothes as though his hands had been possessed by some devilish magic. Once entirely divested of them, he lay back on the floor as though in some den of iniquity. Screwed his eyes shut as though doing so would drive the phantasms away. One hand digging into the pale flesh of his thigh, the other flogging his tumescent sex as if punishing it. For betraying him. For wanting this beautiful, untouchable boy, and him in his weakness and fallibility being unable to refrain from such a want.
The master must never know of this, Eclipse thought, and that was the only comfort he could take as he gave in to those wonderful, terrible sensations. He would punish himself in silence, and absolve himself of his sin by exorcising it completely, and Raenef would live out his life as the Fifth Demon Lord in blissful ignorance.
Bliss.