Fiction~~Blind Date
Blind Date |
Inspired by Little Sane from y-gallery. I was given three concepts and a quote to include in a story. Accidental First Date, Pests, and Ain't Seen Love Like That were the concepts. The quote was: 'Trust me, there is no such thing as a psychopathic, killer broom.' This slightly traditional seme/uke bit of fluff is the result.
His
head
arching back until his dark hair brushed the ground, Lordrian sighed as
the tentative knocking continued. Under scowling eyebrows,
his
gray eyes slid to the heavy door. He growled under his breath and
ignored it. The stuffed chair under his ass felt too good to
leave. Leaning nearly horizontal, it would be far too much effort to
get up and deal with whatever new problem was cropping up in his little
corner of hell.
He’d only just finished
stomping down another
quarrel between two of his retainers last night – into this morning as
well – and he was in no mood to struggle with anything else.
He
needed a few moments of peace. Time to relax
until his muscles weren’t groaning from overuse. Time for a bit of
quiet to
plan his strategy for dealing with mother when she brought up the next
candidate to marry and 'keep himself from a life
of loneliness.’
Lordrian would
much rather stay away from the rather feeble, fawning demons she seemed
to favor and keep himself from a life of boredom. All he had
to
do was come up with some way-
He snarled as he heard
another knock. “Come in! And this had best
be good, K!”
With a creak, crimson and gold panels
edged
open and a chubby, blue-headed face peered in.
“Are
you decent?”
“Not
since the day I was spawned. What the hell has that to do
with
anything? Get your fat ass in here and get to the problem or
get
the hell out.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt
anything like…last time.”
Lordrian
smirked slightly, remembering the orgy he’d entertained that K had
interrupted with a squeaking, embarrassed frenzy. He hadn’t
done
something that juvenile in years, but K still worried over
it.
“I’m alone.”
“Ah. Good. It would
be for the best.”
An unhappy, nervous smile followed the closing of the door.
“I’m
not sure if you want this knowledge making the rounds among the family.”
Now
that had his interest peak enough to sit upright in his chair. “And
that knowledge is?”
“Someone is summoning your
minions.”
Lordrian
let his head fall back again. He’d given K too much credit;
he
should have known nothing interesting would come from the little
demon. “That’s nothing new. Some irritating little
insect
is always trying his hand at summoning.”
“If it were
simply one
or two, I wouldn’t bother you over it!“ Oh, and didn’t he sound pissy
now? “I know your opinions on ignoring the small-time
sorcerers. But this is more. I’m afraid someone’s found a
Dark
Volume on you, Lordrian.”
He sat all the way up, his
bare feet
hitting the black floor with a heavy thud as his body tensed like a
live wire. “What’s happening?”
“In the past week,
fifty-six of
your minions have had an attempted summoning. There’s no
power –
strictly low level conjurers – but this many, this quickly, would seem
to indicate…”
“Yes. I see what you mean.”
Lordrian frowned
at the floor, talking to himself. “Where the hell did they
get
one of those? I thought we’d taken care of the last one fifty
years ago. Damn.”
He stood up and held out
his hand for
the list he was sure K already had on hand. Thorough, as
always.
The names of the lower demons under his protection, the times and dates
they’d been unsuccessfully summoned, and with so many attempts, K had
even
managed to find the summoning point.
Walking past K,
Lordrian began a
list in his head of what he’d need to get to Earth this time of
year. He had some young humans who were a bit too big for
their
britches to visit, terrorize them if not dismember them - depending on
his mood - and a book to consign to the hottest level of hell.
Hovering
in the air as smoke, hidden in the dark shadows among the rafters of
the attic, Lordrian stared down at the little cretins who had been
presumptuous enough to try and summon his people.
They were
singularly unimpressive – blond, gawky teens with matching snub noses
and freckles. If it weren’t for the different clothing, he’d
have
trouble telling them apart. They had to be brothers, if not
triplets.
For the life of him, he couldn’t
figure out
how in the world they’d come into possession of the Dark
Volume.
He could see it opened carelessly on an empty crate of old baskets, but
they were so obviously amateurs they shouldn’t even have been able to
see the book without magical help, let alone use it.
If
it
weren’t such a liability, he’d be tempted to let the idiots
exhaust the entire volume. They couldn’t
summon his people unless they had the power to summon him, and they
weren’t even close. Damn, why did ignorant fools like this
always
get involved in magic? As though his realm didn’t have enough
of
its own problems without wizards dragging over anyone without enough
magic to protect themselves or their underlings.
Sometimes
he felt like whining that damn saying he’d heard used on Earth: can’t
we all just get along? Of course, that was when he wasn’t
furious
over someone else’s stupidity that had the potential to make trouble
for himself and everyone he was responsible for. That damn
book… These morons couldn’t control it, but someone
who
might know its value, and be able to use it, could come along at any
time and simply take it. They didn’t even have anything
safeguarding it!
So he had to take even
more time and
deal with them. Looking at their pentagram, he would have
laughed
if he’d had lungs in his current form. Their geometry wasn’t
any
better than their magical ability – this had to be the first time he’d
ever seen a five pointed star drawn inside an oval. They’d
had to
warp and twist the points to get them to touch the
edges.
The damn thing wouldn’t protect them from so much as a demonic gnat, if
they even had the power to summon something that powerful.
Of
course, that meant that the moment they tried to get another of his
people,
he could come in their place and there would be no constraints on him
at all. Here he’d thought he might have to possess
someone
for long enough to scare the shit out of them, and instead he’d get to
do it with his own two hands.
Sometimes,
life really did give
you
lemonade.
They were lucky they hadn’t found a Dark
Volume on his
brother, or he’d have killed them outright. Lordrian didn’t
tend
to enjoy that unless someone really pissed him off. It didn’t
give him any extra joy to feel their entrails catching on his claws or
watch their eyeballs pop from their sockets as he squeezed their heads
flat. Not that he hadn’t done it, when the occasion called
for
it, but this ...didn't. It was stupid, and these three
deserved the
fright of their lives, but not death. Not like that
last
son of a bitch who Lordrian had been forced to deal with.
Piece
of filth wizard, summoning demon toddlers to use in his perverted games
– Lordrian had smiled as he’d sliced off the fucker’s dick and lit it
on fire while the bastard watched.
These
morons? Not even close to that level of evil.
Drifting
lower, he listened to the three young men argue, waiting for them to
begin the actual summoning. As long as he appeared within
five
minutes of the spell, he’d be in the window that would grant him the
power to do what he wished. If the
summoning
was a botched one, that is, which this one so obviously was. Lordrian
would
retain his powers for the few days he could stay on this
plane.
Maybe he would even play a little after he was done with
them.
It would keep mother off his back
for a bit longer, at least.
“Why the hell are we
even up here?”
Red-shirted,
the speaker waved his arms around frenetically as he complained. His
stomping left dust clouds in his wake to choke the already stifling air
of the attic. They settled into his sandy-blond hair with no
noticeable change in appearance, but the gloom they cast on the room
provided more cover for Lordrian to sink even closer to the trio.
“Because
we need someone for Shay.” Ignoring his brother, this boy was
staring at the pages of the open Volume as coolly as the blue tank
covering his scrawny frame. He’d be the one to watch.
“Then
we should go to one of those escort agencies! The date’s
supposed
to be tonight, and we haven’t gotten this to work one, single
time! Uncle Bob is obviously an idiot – this thing doesn’t
have
any value at all. We can’t keep trying this until we run
out
of time and Shay gets stood up, dammit. He’ll never agree to
another date!”
“We’re not using an escort
service. They
won’t do what we want them to,” Blue said, muttering to himself as he
turned a page in the Volume.
“But I thought escort
services
provided sex?” The third one finally spoke, looking confused.
Somehow, Lordrian wasn’t too surprised to note that his orange t-shirt
was on inside out. He certainly wasn’t going to be a problem.
Blue
turned, sighing as though they’d gone over this too many times for it
to be of any interest any more. “Illegal ones provide sex,
yeah,
but do you know any of them? I sure as hell don’t, and I
don’t
plan on going to prison just because I’m trying to get some prostitute
to go out with my brother.”
No, you just
want to dabble
in demon summoning and get eaten. He thought of what they might taste
like and grimaced. All things being equal, I’d rather have a steak.
“-
and besides, do you know what kind of diseases men in that profession
probably have? Do you want Shay to get sick?”
“No.”
Orange sounded almost hurt. “You know I don’t wanna hurt him,
John. But Josh is right – this isn’t working.”
“It’ll
work.”
“Yeah,
sure,” Red snapped. “Because Uncle Bob says this book is gold
in
the right hands, and www.summoning.com says that this spell will do the
job? It’s insane!”
“It’s the only thing
that’ll
work. If Shay’s ever going to have sex the way he’s supposed
to,
we need a demon. Someone we know will do exactly what we
say. Because Shay needs to top.”
Orange
bit his lip.
“Why is that? I mean, not that it’s a bad thing for bro to
finally get laid, but does it really matter if Shay’s on top or bottom?”
Blue
slammed the book close, losing his temper. “Jonas, I swear, I think you
fell out of the dumbass tree when you were born. Of course
it’s
important. A man should stick his dick in something the first
time he has sex! He shouldn’t be the one that… I
mean, he
shouldn’t have someone…” He fumbled to a stop and spastic Red took up
the gauntlet.
“No brother of ours is gonna take it
up the
ass. He’s gonna do the taking.” Red and Blue nodded
to each
other, suddenly in perfect accord
Orange continued
chewing his lip. “What if he doesn’t wanna?”
“We
all agreed-“
“I
know!” Well look at that, Orange had a temper too. “I know
he’s
gotta have sex. He’s so shy he’s never going to get this
done,
and he seems so damn lonely lately. But…why does he have to
top? I don’t understand why we need a demon for that.”
Red
reached down and grabbed a small frame next to the book. He
shoved it in Orange’s face and Lordrian blew over to take a
look.
It was a photograph of a truly stunning woman.
Golden
hair was pulled back in a ponytail of curls at the nape of her neck,
with luscious pink lips and deep blue eyes, set in a face that had a
delicacy and sweetness rarely seen these days. A
sensual,
ripe innocent, Lordrian thought, and knew he was going to have to find
her
before he went back home. He was merely mist and he still
felt
like he was getting hard.
Maybe she’d broken this
Shay’s heart and caused their little dilemma?
“Look
at him, you moron! Who’s gonna let someone who looks like
this top them unless we can order him to!”
Lordrian
almost lost his form. The beautiful, precious thing was
male? He looked at it again, noting the barely discernable
Adam’s
apple he’d missed before, and wanted to laugh again. This
creature was their brother? Perfect! What a
fantastic way
to show these little brats the price of messing with the demon
world. He would take this beautiful boy and ravage him so
thoroughly he’d barely be able to walk. And then Lordrian
would come
back
and let them know every indecent, carnal thing they’d done.
Which
certainly wouldn’t involve their brother topping. Oh, this
was so
much better than simply scaring them. They’d never even think about
magic again, let alone get near another book.
“Why
do we have to
be the ones to do this, though?” Orange asked, his confused, worried
expression deepening. “It’s not like we’re the ones in the
family
with the power.”
“We’re the only ones who are
willing to do what
needs to be done.” Blue said, calm again and back to looking at the
book, the photograph planted next to him as though to egg him on.
“But
Shay’s the one who’s the wizard. Why can’t he do this
himself?”
On
the word ‘wizard,’ Lordrian floated back defensively before he could
stop
himself. Their brother was a wizard?
Dammit. That was
a complication he didn’t need. A real wizard, with actual
power,
could still do a nasty job on him, even with all his powers
active. Maybe he really should just terrify these three the
moment he took the summons, and be done with it.
Red
smacked his
slow brother in the back of the head. “He’d never do it
himself
and you know it! He’s an idiot about things like this,
otherwise
he wouldn’t be 19 and still a damn virgin!”
“But
he’s the wizard-“
“Yeah, we know!” Red began pacing
again, muttering to himself. “Coulda figured that out from
the damn names, idiot.”
Orange
frowned. Lordrian could tell he was off in his own
world.
Which he didn’t give a shit about, as he was worrying the wizard
problem in his own head until he heard the words that were a demon
miracle come to life.
“How many names does Shay
have, anyway? I can never remember.”
“How
the hell should I know? I never counted the damn
things.”
Red continued pacing and missed Blue’s start and incredulous stare.
“You
two don’t know his names?”
“Of course not!
He has a freaking ass-load of them. I remember Shay, what the
hell else do I need to know?”
“He’s
our brother. You should at least know his name.”
Blue
scowled at him and Red scowled back, stalking forward until they were
nose to nose.
“Look, it’s not my fucking fault he’s
a damned
wizard and needs too many names for some reject demon to
guess!
If a demon isn’t supposed to be able to remember his names, how the
hell is a human supposed to, genius?”
Blue scowled
and shoved
him back a step. “Because you’re his brother, and mom told
you
his names! The demons have to guess, you boob.
Hell,
she even made it easy to remember!”
“Bullshit.
It’s
impossible. You don’t remember them either, you’re just
acting
like a know-it-all ass just like you always do.”
Blue
puffed up
like a blowfish and Lordrian couldn’t believe his luck when he started
spouting. “Shay George John Thomas James James John Andrew Martin
William John James Zachary Millard Franklin James Abraham Andrew
Ulysses Rutherford James Chester Grover Benjamin Grover William
Theodore William Woodrow Warren Calvin Herbert Franklin Harry Dwight
John Lyndon.”
Orange interjected quietly “Don’t
forget Marshal.”
Blue
sneered at him. “Not Marshall. She had him before
she
remarried. It’s Johnson. How can you two forget
when it
ends on Lyndon?”
They both looked at him blankly,
although Red’s stare had an angry chagrin painting it over.
“His
names? Lyndon Johnson? Come on! They’re so easy!”
“Yeah,
if by easy you mean repeating the same names over again in random
order. Damn, mom is so fucked up sometimes.”
“No,
you moron. Christ. It’s Shay, and then the list of
American
Presidents. Starts with George Washington and ends with Lyndon
Johnson. Shit.”
They stared at him,
obviously reciting in their heads and unable to remember them all.
“You
sure Zachary is the name of one of the presidents?” Orange asked
doubtfully.
“Zachary
Taylor, the twelfth president of the United States. Shit, no
wonder the family didn’t want either of you near any
conjuring.
You’re total idiots.”
You’re not much better
yourself, Lordrian
thought giddily, otherwise you would have noticed your summoning ‘oval’
and better yet, me.
He couldn’t believe
it. No
matter how powerful the man was, Lordrian had that hot little wizard
right
where he wanted, now. He knew his name – his full
name!
Their brother couldn’t do a damn thing to him now! Lordrian
could
block the man’s magic every time, with his name in hand. The
only way
it
could get any better were if the beauty tried to actually bind him with
a ring. That sort of connection, when Lordrian knew his
name? He would have total control of the man’s magic after
that. Hell, he could take the pretty all the way down into
hell
with him for eternity, with that kind of power.
This
was going to be a great day.
“Come on. We
gotta get to this. I like the looks of Joordin.
We’ll try him next.”
Lordrian
celebrated internally while he watched them try the next
summoning. They mispronounced one of the words, but he wasn’t
in
the mood to make them wait. He wanted to get to the good part
already. With a quick poof and a rush, he popped into
existence
inside the butchered pentagram. Made himself a little smaller
and
slighter than he really was, with little red highlights in his hair –
never hurt to play to their sense of superiority and stereotypes of
demons.
“Joordin, at your service. What do
you wish of
me?” Like a demon would actually ever say that?
They’d be
more likely to curse and spit and threaten. But he didn’t
think
these three would know any different, and based on their shocked
expression that anything had appeared because of them, he figured he
was right.
“Uh…” Red and Orange looked at
Blue nervously and he cleared his throat and started talking.
Lordrian
was ready to tear out his own red-streaked hair by the time the human
finally
shut up. So many ridiculous orders. They
already had
a date arranged with their brother Shay - Shay George John and so on,
he amended, relishing the feel of power the knowledge gave
him.
He had to meet him at the Green Lotus in the lobby of the Constantine
hotel on Broad Street tonight at 7 o’clock. Look good. Bring him
flowers. Say whatever was necessary to make him feel secure, and
comfortable, and special, and take him upstairs and let him shag the
hell out of his demon ‘boy toy’ for the night.
Why
they
didn’t think sex and abandonment wouldn’t scar the pretty little wizard
as much as no sex at all, he didn’t know, not that he really
cared. He cared about the fact that they were so incompetent
that
they gave him a binding ring that matched one they’d already given to
their brother as a gift. The wizard was, honestly, screwed in
so
many ways now it was delightful. Lordrian had yet to meet one
of
the magic users he thought was even worthy of dusting his shoes off –
this was like a dream come true. Hmmm.
With the rings
connecting him, maybe he should bring the boy down to hell to play with
before he let him go, as a final slap to the wizard’s
brothers. A
punishment to the wizard for being in the wrong profession, and the
brothers for trying his patience.
With a sigh, he
saw them
arguing again. Blurring his form with a shadow, he flitted
over
and snagged the dark volume just before he took his
leave.
He popped off to let it burn in hell, briefly and without much fanfare,
and then he called for K as he got back home.
“Yes?”
“Do
you know where my tux is?”
“I believe your mother
just had it pressed for the guests tonight.”
“You’ll
have to apologize to her for me, K.”
“Sir?”
“Something
unexpected has cropped up.”
“Sir?”
“Yes,
it surprised me as well, but it looks like I already have a date for
tonight.” Lordrian couldn’t help laughing at the look on K’s face, and
then he closed the door on it and went to find his clothes to go and
dress to impress his next sexual plaything.
Lordrian
spotted Shay the moment he walked into the bar. The man was
sitting up on a barstool, his feet tucked into one of the higher
rungs. His hair was in a queue again, the curls fountaining
down
his back. Conservative clothing, he noted, nice gray slacks
and
white shirt. And he looked worried as hell, leaning away from
the
drunken ass coming onto him.
Feeling understandably
pissed that
someone thought they had the right to take the virginity of his toy, he
went over and slung his arm around the asshole. Leaning over
the
startled man in a friendly fashion, Lordrian whispered into his
ear.
“If you so much as touch this young
man, I will rip out your entrails and tie them to the back end of a
freeway bound truck.”
The
man reared back, turning with his fists up until Lordrian let his eyes
glow red, and then the pervert stumbled off his stool and ran away as
quickly as his drunken legs could take him. Lordrian smiled
at
the relieved boy left behind and hopped up onto the stool next to
him. It creaked under his weight and he wished for a moment
he
hadn’t decided to meet Shay in his normal form. It was a bit
big. Dark, bad, and sexy as hell – but still a bit big.
At
least he didn’t have horns to deal with like his sister. She
always said they were a bitch to conceal when she came to earth.
After
watching the man leave, Lordrian peered back at Shay’s surprised face
and looked him up and down. The man flushed
brightly.
“Guess he had to use the restroom,” Lordrian commented slowly, licking
his lips.
Shay smiled at him tentatively, swallowed,
and turned
back to his nearly empty drink as his cheeks stayed crimson. Lordrian
got hard as he smelled the slight arousal that went with the blush. How
lovely to know that his own form affected his future plaything so
well. This was going to be SO easy.
“May I
buy you another drink?”
Glancing
at him with startled eyes, Shay flushed brighter and nodded.
Lordrian got an Alabama slammer – always a good choice to get someone
drunk without them realizing it – and chuckled as Shay took a sip and
sighed in approval at the sweet, tangy flavor.
“Thanks,”
he
said, his voice soft. Lordrian’s cock twitched at the sound. “I was
worried it would be too strong, but this is nice.”
Lordrian
grinned, checking with his tongue first to make sure he didn’t let his
fangs show. This was so fucking easy, he should be ashamed of
himself. He waited for the man to say something else, or
start
with the flirting, but it never happened. Head ducked down,
Shay
simply licked at his drink in small, sexy sips, staring into his
glass. Every once in a while he would peek over at Lordrian,
catch him staring, and his cheeks would flame again before he buried
himself in his drink.
“I’m Lordrian.” He
couldn’t stand
waiting for the other man to make the first move. His
brothers
hadn’t been wrong about the shyness, obviously.
Shay
squeaked in
surprise, nearly spilling the last half of his drink, and stared up at
him. “O-oh.” His pale fingers rolled the small straw in his
drink
nervously as he smiled, a brief flash of small, straight teeth before
he resumed drinking. He smelled aroused, though.
And yet he
still wasn’t saying a damn thing.
Lordrian couldn’t
help
staring. He didn’t think he’d ever met a wizard this
shy. Those sons of bitches were always so
damn arrogant, sneering at the demons they summoned, even though they
only had the power to constrain them for a day or two. This
man
bore no resemblance to them at all. How could he be a wizard?
Keeping
an eye out for some sign that would give him a clue about the man’s
real nature, he watched as Shay worked his way through the drink until
he was swaying slightly on the barstool.
As the
straw started to
slurp, Lordrian signaled the bartender to replace it with another and
continued to watch. When Shay’s eyes took on a nice glaze, he
finally tried again.
“I’m Lordrian.”
Shay
turned to him again and smiled sweetly. And then he still
blushed and began to turn away.
“I’m
your date for tonight. Your brothers mentioned I was coming,
didn’t they?” Those morons might have completely forgotten to
say
a word.
With a small hiccup, Shay swayed and barely
caught
himself before he started staring. “You?” His voice squeaked
adorably. “B-but I thought it was…um…Joordin?”
Oh
yes, the summoning name. “My last name. But you are
welcome to call me Lordrian.”
Shay’s
mouth fell open and he hiccupped loudly. He looked so startled
by
it that Lordrian thought he might fall off the stool. Another hiccup
and Shay hid his face in his
hands. Lordrian could just make out his mumbling.
“Oh god,
I knew I was going to screw this up. God, this is - hiccup -
I never should
have done this.”
“It’s not so bad, is
it?” Lordrian felt a bit sorry for him. All this
drama,
and they hadn’t even kissed yet.
“Yes,
it is!” The man’s voice was muffled in his hands, along with one last
hiccup, and Lordrian
chuckled. He reached out to peel them away so he could see
the
boy’s face again. Shay hung on, refusing to let go, as though
if he didn’t see Lordrian, it wouldn’t be so bad. Lordrian
thought it was the cutest thing he’d seen in ages.
It
was extremely difficult to hold on to his irritation at the three
brothers when Shay was acting this damn precious. All he
could
think about was what he wanted to do to the man, but it had a hell of a
lot more to do with silky skin and blue eyes than teaching someone a
lesson.
He tried to move Shay’s hands
again and the
young man yanked them back over his face. Lordrian had
to
hold onto Shay's hips to keep him from toppling back over the barstool
to
the floor, and he couldn’t help chuckle again.
“I
can hardly finish our date when I can’t even see your face, now can I?”
“I’m
so, so sorry. This- this was a bad idea. I need to go home,” came the
muffled reply.
“That
sounds lovely. Why don’t I drive?”
Shay
finally looked at him, dropping his hands to stare. He
was
still bright red, his eyes shadowed and tight as though expecting a
blow. It stung Lordrian right in the chest. What
-
what the hell was this? Was it some kind of wizardry he
didn’t
know of yet? He recited the boy’s names in his head like a
mantra, and the small pain wouldn’t go away.
Damn, what was
going on?
“Th-that’s
n-not funny.” How could the man sound drunk and cutely prim at the same
time? “I’m sorry I’m not… I n-need to go
home.”
“I’m
not attempting to be funny.”
Shay bit his lip,
almost glaring at him. “Y-you don’t even know me.”
“No,
but what I’ve seen is very appealing. And I’d
like to
see more.” Lordrian leaned in close, catching Shay around the
waist as the man leaned back and almost toppled over again.
“A
lot more.” Lordrian kissed him, tasting the fruity
bitterness
of the drink on his lips, and only pulled back as Shay practically
collapsed against him, clutching at his shoulders.
He
thought for a moment that maybe the little guy had passed out, but he
was simply dazed, his pupils so big there was hardly any blue
left to his eyes. His lips were dark and swollen, his cheeks even
darker.
Lordrian hadn’t known someone
could look that aroused
without being naked first.
Where the hell had this
little thing
been hiding all his life? Shay shouldn’t even be allowed out
in
public if he was this easily seduced! Lordrian scowled as
soon as
he realized what he was thinking. This human wizard was not his
concern, except for how tight his sexy little ass was and how
penetrating said ass would horrify the bumbling trio. That’s
what he
should be concentrating on: pert, adorable ass. Looking at the sleek
body hidden by
clothing that Lordrian was going to rip off as soon as he got Shay
somewhere private, he growled under his breath.
He
didn’t even know why he was waiting for this. Lordrian could
have
carried Shay out of here already. No one would stop him,
if
they even noticed after he used the proper shadows for cover.
“Why
don’t we move this to your place?” he asked, running his hand up Shay’s
arm to his shoulder, curling it behind his neck. “There’s a
lot
more we could do with a little privacy, Shay.”
Wide
blue eyes blinked at him. “Uh uh. Can’t go home.”
Well,
that wasn’t acceptable. Lordrian wanted to do this in the
wizard’s
house and give that extra slap in the face to the
brothers. And he was very curious what Shay’s place looked
like,
besides.
Not to mention that he didn’t want to be
interrupted in
a hotel if Shay started screaming in
pleasure. “Don’t you
trust me?” He stared into those eyes, rubbing pleasure points in the
back of Shay’s neck and watching as the boy’s pants tented
instantly. The little guy was so horny, it was hard to
believe he
was a virgin.
Wait, was he?
Lordrian inhaled
quickly and sighed as he reaffirmed it to himself. You
couldn’t
mistake that scent of purity.
“Trust
you, jus’ can’t go home. Broom’ll get me.”
Lordrian
tried to run that through his head until it made sense. He
couldn’t manage it, but the adorably serious look on Shay’s face as he
said it had Lordrian's pants a bit tight in the groin. “Excuse me?”
Shay
shook his finger, staring blearily. “Broom’ll
get me. It’ll get you too. Shouldn’t go home.”
“Broom
will get me? And who, exactly, is ‘Broom’?”
Some
personal bully? Lordrian imagined his pretty Shay being
beaten by
some stranger and he growled so loudly that bartender looked over and
found something to occupy himself with at the opposite end of the bar.
“Not
who. Just broom. Y’know, kind you sweep with?” Shay
nodded
slowly, as though his words were sage wisdom.
“A
broom will get you if you go
home.”
Shay nodded again.
“I
think you’ve had enough to drink,
dear.” There was drunk, and then there was drunk.
He wanted
Shay to be able to feel him when he was taken, and getting this drunk
wouldn’t work with that at all.
Shay
tugged at his arm,
his eyes earnest. “No. No, I mean
it. We can’t
go there.” He looked around in what he must think was a stealthy manner
but really just came off like a child denying he’d eaten the cookie
while chocolate covered his face.
“I can
do magic!
Swear!” he said quickly, before Lordrian could pretend to be shocked
and disbelieving. “And it’s a magic broom. A magic,
psycho,
killer broom.”
Lordrian chuckled and massaged the
little one’s
neck. “Sweetheart, trust me, there is no such thing as a
psychopathic, killer broom."
“There is!
It’s at my
house! I didn’t mean to do it that way, but I wanted -, and
then
it happened and now I can’t go home! ‘C-cause it keeps trying
to…” Shay flushed again as his rambling petered out and
Lordrian
was suddenly interested. What the hell was happening at
Shay’s
house?
“What does it do?”
“Uh…nothing.”
Shay flushed
brighter and Lordrian couldn’t help himself – he kissed him
again. The man was too adorable. Shay’s eyes crossed as
he
tried to see where Lordrian’s lips had gone.
“You
can
tell me what it does,” Lordrian whispered, leaning in. Shay
looked
up at
him and touched his own lips with his index finger. Bemused,
he
reached out and did the same to Lordrian’s.
“Your
lips are really soft,” Shay said, staring at them.
“They’d
love to taste you, too,” Lordrian said. “Just tell me where you
live and maybe they can.”
“1200
North, apartment 25b,” Shay said absently, his voice as blurred as his
eyes. “B-but…we can’t go there. The broom…”
“Of
course not,” Lordrian murmured, helping the boy off the
stool. He
walked him out of the bar and around the corner of the hotel to a
dimmer corridor. Hugging the boy to him, he wrapped his
powers
around himself and turned them both to shadows, streaming out the open
door and across the two blocks it would take to get to Shay’s home.
Walking
would take too hellishly long, and if anyone would know hellish, he
would.
He
changed them both back as soon as they stood in front of the
door.
Shay
stared up at him, blinking furiously, and then looked at the door and
did the same thing.
“Wha-what happened?”
His voice
positively squeaked in fright. And it was clear of alcohol,
Lordrian
noted. He’d heard that shadow shifting could take care of
that,
but he’d never tried it before.
“You passed out,
dear. I carried you home.”
“Ohhhh.”
That seemed to make more sense than having a demon change his very
being and take them both home to fuck the little one silly.
“But
we can’t go in.”
Lordrian snorted and shoved open
the
door. He heard the lock break as he did so. Looking
into
the room, he smiled to himself. “It seems to be free of
psycho
brooms.”
Shay hid behind him, refusing
to go into
the apartment. His voice lowered to a hissing
whisper. “It
likes to jump out and get me.”
“I’ll save you.”
Lordrian didn’t
think he’d ever said those words before and actually meant
them.
But the boy was too cute for words.
“But it’s a
killer!”
Shay stared up at him, pulling at his arm. “It’ll attack
you! I-the only reason I’m not dead is because I g-got an
umbrella and hit it until it stopped and I got away!
R-really!”
Lordrian’s
heart did an odd little flip. Shay was worried about
him.
He didn’t even know Lordrian yet, and he was worried. Shay
wasn’t
like
any wizard Lordrian had ever met. And the little cutie was
getting to him. Lordrian hadn’t been this interested in
someone
in a long, long time.
It was an unpleasant
surprise.
This was supposed to be a simple ‘fuck him silly and leave’
plan.
It shouldn’t make Lordrian’s guts churn whenever he thought about it.
“L-Lordrian,
please listen! It’s-”
“I’ll
be fine, dear.” Pulling gently to take Shay into the
apartment, Lordrian crossed the threshold, keeping an eye out for
magical traps – or
brooms. He chuckled to himself at the thought. Shay stumbled
behind
him and face planted into Lordrian’s back.
The house was absolutely sparkling, probably the cleanest thing
Lordrian had ever seen.
They both stood there for a
few minutes,
Shay’s body trembling as his eyes scanned every corner of the
apartment. Nothing moved. Nothing jumped out and
attacked
them, certainly not killer brooms. Shay began squirming
oddly,
his legs twisting together as he hopped from foot to foot.
“Um…I
have to pee,” whispered Shay, his face flushed and miserable as he
tried to tug his hand free. Letting go, Lordrian watched as
his
wizard headed towards a small room. The man startled periodically as he
bumped into the couch and endtables along the way. He was still looking
around constantly, probably for his ‘broom.’ Then as he
reached
the bathroom, he bumped into a wall and squeaked in fright.
Lordrian
was laughing into his hand by the time Shay finally closed the
door behind him.
Waiting, Lordrian
entertained himself imagining what he was going to do to Shay as soon
as the young man came back out. It was taking an awfully long
time. What was the boy doing in there?
The
toilet flushed just when he was getting ready to check if Shay had
passed out from fright, and then he heard water gurgling into the
sink. He was expecting to see the door open
when
Shay suddenly cried out, wailing in fright.
Lordrian
charged the door.
He
slammed into it, bouncing back as some kind of spell repelled
him. With a snarl, he backed up and shoved himself forward
with
sharp shadow thrust ahead of him. It shattered the spell and
he
fell against the door. He could hear Shay’s high-pitched
cries
coming from inside and a blood-searing fury rose up so
quickly he was sure his eyes glowed red. His nails grew
sharp,
and he finally slammed open the door with a crash.
Another
demon – a short, fat, grotesque thing with horns and goat’s feet – was
touching his Shay! Sitting down on the tub rim, it had Shay’s
pants down around his ankles while it held the boy face down over his
lap. And it was spanking him with the handle of an old
broom. The little wizard’s bottom was already bright red with
welts, and Lordrian roared as the bastard demon took that moment to rub
the handle suggestively along the cleft between the little one’s legs
while Shay cried and struggled to get away.
“You
putrid, maggot-ridden dung-eater! Release him at once!”
The
little bastard looked up at him, smirking. “No can do, big
guy. He summoned the broom and me to ‘take care of things’
around
the house.” The handle gave another suggestive slide along Shay’s
backside. “If he’s in the house, I can ‘take care’ of him,
too,
and it’s all part of the job description. Get your own wizard
to
play with. This one’s mine.”
Lordrian leapt
as
the demon hit Shay in the ass again hard, the little one’s bottom
jiggling while Shay yelled. He yanked the broom out of the
bastard’s hands and broke it over his knee. Ignoring the
painful
sparks that flashed out while the broom and its spell were broken,
Lordrian
grabbed Shay around the waist and yanked him free.
“The
spell's done. Get back to hell where you belong, you
pervert.”
The pudgy demon glared at him as he started to fade, the spells magic already dying with the death of the broom.
Lordrian grinned ferally.
“And
then you had better hide, because I’m coming to pay you a visit when I
get back.”
He
felt a vicious
satisfaction at
seeing the demon’s eyes go wide in surprise, and fear, just before he
disappeared completely. Turning his attention back to Shay,
Lordrian
sat down on the same bathtub and pulled Shay over his lap. He
wouldn’t let the little one up, ignoring his renewed yells, until he
examined the wizard’s bottom thoroughly. The red welts were
already beginning to bruise in a couple places; that fucker had really
been hurting him. Lordrian smoothed his hand over the
man’s
smooth backside for a minute, wishing his magic were any good at
healing. He finally let him up as Shay’s squirming made him
aware
of just how naked the man really was. It had Lordrian's cock
pushing
against his pants right next to Shay’s body, not that he thought the
little one noticed. Shay was nearly incoherent as he was finally
allowed to
stand, yanking up his pants with the reddest face Lordrian had ever
seen.
“You’re going to be bruised
tomorrow, dear.”
Lordrian couldn’t believe how much the thought bothered him.
He
couldn’t believe he’d just been so furious at another demon, and over a
wizard. But…this was his wizard. He wasn’t done
with him
yet. He wasn’t sure when he was ever going to be done with
him.
Shay
sniffled and wouldn’t look at him. “I t-told you there was a
killer broom! I told you! A-and, you shouldn’t have grabbed
it! You could have been k-killed. You can’t just go
breaking a spell like that!” The teary blue eyes that looked
over
at him got him right in the chest again.
Satan’s
balls but Shay was adorable, even red faced and weepy.
“A
demon with a broom is different than a killer broom, Shay,” he finally
said, clearing his throat. Shay looked so wounded, and his
little
bottom was probably incredibly sore. That poor bottom, so
soft and
bruised. Sweet and sloped and curved and… luscious.
He
swallowed heavily, trying to keep down the lust at the thought of
kissing every last bit of it better.
Shay sniffled
again, rubbing at his backside.
“Huh?”
“I said, a demon with-“
“I-I
heard you.” Shay gulped as he actually interrupted and he ducked his
head again when Lordrian looked at him. His fists clenched
against his thighs. “I just…what’s that got to do with my broom?”
“What’s
that got to do with…?” Lordrian’s mouth wouldn’t close for a
moment. “Your broom? What’s a demon have to do with
your
broom?”
Shay nodded.
Shay’s
demeanor, his shyness, his
utter lack of the callousness Lordrian usually associated with an adult
wizard, suddenly came together inside Lordrian’s head. “Shay,
what the hell do you think just happened?”
“The
broom attacked
me *sniffle* and you *sniffle* came in and broke
it.” Shay
was looking at him like he’d lost his mind, and with what he was
considering, he just might have.
It wasn’t possible,
was it?
“Dear, have you ever seen a demon?”
Shay
shook his head, his hands fiddling with the fastening to his
pants. Lordrian’s chest ached again at the sad little gesture.
“Ever
heard one?”
His voice came out as a whisper. “I’m
not a very good wizard. I don’t think I can summon them.”
Son
of a bitch, the boy was demon-blind! A demon-blind wizard –
he
was lucky he hadn’t already killed himself! The thought of
how
many close calls there had probably been, what could have been done to
Shay, enraged him. “What the hell are you doing, casting
spells if
you can’t –“
Shay backed up a step,
obviously
frightened, and Lordrian swallowed the rest of his words. Of
course. They wouldn’t know. Everyone
probably thought
Shay was simply incompetent. He didn’t think wizards usually
performed their spells in front of others – too much likelihood that
they’d be betrayed and tossed to their own demon. All this
time
and the little one had likely summoned all sorts of demons and never
even known it.
Shay was lucky the damn
broom-wielding demon hadn’t raped him.
Lordrian
pursed his lips. Fuck, if it hadn’t been for
Shay’s brothers
and their stupidity over the binding rings, Shay wouldn’t even have
been able to see Lordrian.
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t
mean for it to- I’m sorry. You could have been
hurt.” Shay
stared up at him, keeping the bathroom between them now, looking
miserable and red and worried. Lordrian let the stupid, emotional dart
poking him in the chest slip all the way through. The man was
so- so-
So hard to fucking
resist, is what he
was. Dammit, how could a mere hour change things like
this? A few sweet words and shy glances shouldn’t affect
him! Lordrian had a plan: fuck the boy, leave, and taunt
Shay's
brothers
with it.
Why didn’t that appeal anymore?
He
grumbled to himself, pushing his hand through his hair. This
was unreal.
Shay’s
big blue eyes blinked once, a stray tear falling off his dark lashes,
and Lordrian groaned. He couldn’t do it. Fucking
damn, but
he couldn’t do it. And as badly as he wanted to feel that
precious ass around his cock, he couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to do
it.
“It’s all right. It’s not
your fault,
dear.” He stepped over and gathered the man into his arms,
his
entire body reacting to the soft body and sweet smell of him.
Shay barely even struggled before he let himself be cuddled. “It’s done
now. I’m not angry at you over it.”
Shay
mumbled something inaudible, his face buried against Lordrian’s
chest.
“Hmmm? I couldn’t
understand you.”
Shay
pulled his head back and stared up at him. “T-told you there
was a killer broom.”
Lordrian
chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. “I suppose I should
have
listened to you.” He licked Shay’s lips, dipping between
them,
panting heavily by the time he let them go. “You are very,
very
sweet, dear.”
And as sweet as he was, Lordrian
couldn’t do this
yet. But soon. He’d just told off another demon
over this
human; he wasn’t letting him go now. They had the binding
rings; with that, Shay could even come down to meet the
family
eventually.
After Lordrian gave him a bit of
mother’s remedy for
demon-blindness. Although what she was going to say when he
introduced her to a wizard was something he didn’t want to think about
just yet.
He kissed Shay again, sitting
down on the edge
of the tub and holding the man on his lap. With small nips
and
teasing licks across Shay’s skin, he moved his way down to the man’s
neck. And then he cleared his throat. There were a
few
things they might need to talk about.
“So, dear, how
would you like to learn a little more about demons?”
*****