Wicked Boy - 8. Chapter 8

They fell back onto a bed which had grown out of the floor. Kiaza sent rivulets of power out into the room, forming a deep hearth into a recess of the wall, clothing the stone floor with deep thick rugs and carpets. Jeremiah was too distracted to really notice, and as the young man kissed him, Kiaza felt himself less and less in control of what was going on.

There must have been more to the human than any of them had seen, because no mortal was this confident, this secure in what he wanted, and no human had such little fear. The boy had punched a major demon from Nassau’s Royal Court without thinking twice about it, and Kiaza doubted that was the only surprise the boy had in store for him. Just as he finished placing candles on every flat surface in the room, making a mental note to keep Jeremiah away from Sathriel at all costs, lest the devil himself provoke the young man’s anger, Jeremiah broke the kiss and stared around their new room.

“You have that much magic?”

“It’s easy…” Kiaza flicked his forked tongue against Jeremiah’s damp and parted lips. “It’s not important.”

“And you think you’re only good at one thing…” Jeremiah chuckled, squeezing Kiaza against his chest.

The serpent leant up, and with a careless gesture, he stripped Jeremiah out of his clothes. The human grinned cockily.

“You’re beautiful. C’mere.”

He’d done it now: admitted he wanted Jeremiah. The human had such a dominant personality, and the desire to please him was almost overwhelming. Kiaza hissed in pleasure as Jeremiah stroked a flat palm down his smooth chest and abdomen, his scales rippling under the movement. The young man wrapped his fingers around Kiaza’s erection and pumped him in a gentle motion that was too slow and torturous, and made the snake whimper and pant. Jeremiah kissed him hard, opening him up and exploring him with heat and a delightfully forceful wetness. Kiaza could do nothing but surrender to him, there were no other choices and when Jeremiah shifted his weight and rolled the little snake under his own body, Kiaza realised what he had allowed to happen.

“Wait.”

Jeremiah half growled against his scales. His own cock was hard and throbbing and hot against Kiaza’s hip and the young man bucked against him in frustration.

“Kia?”

I can’t do this. Kiaza hated the words in his head. I can’t just give up to him the only power I have.

Jeremiah had gotten bored with waiting for the snake’s response, kissing his way down the supple scaly chest, gripping Kiaza’s thighs hard enough to keep the little snake pinned to the bed. Kiaza stared at him.

This was not how his sexual encounters usually happened. Maintaining control was absolute: totally and completely necessary to ensure the success of corruption. Kiaza would do anything to maintain that level of control, to be the one who dictated the pleasure of coupling. Now Jeremiah’s eyes sparkled with delight and lust as he wrapped his flame-warm pink lips around the head of Kiaza’s erection.

“Oh!”

No one had ever done this to him, not since Nassau so many centuries ago, although he had done it to many others. Kiaza couldn’t tear his gaze away, watching his flesh vanishing and reappearing from Jeremiah’s mouth like the most amazing sort of magic trick. The human hummed, and the vibrations sent pleasure through Kiaza’s quivering body. Like kissing, whoever had taught Jeremiah to suck cock had spared no expense, and the young man was well practiced. He pushed his tongue against the underside of Kiaza’s shaft and lapped at the smooth texture of the skin where his erection melded into his scaly crotch. The heat was incredible, a warmth that spread through the little snake like blossoms of fresh spring flame and when Jeremiah released his penis, Kiaza whimpered in pleasure and denial.

“Please…”

Jeremiah shook his head almost imperceptibly, then shifted his pose, took Kiaza’s thighs and lifted the boy into his lap, legs hooking on his shoulders slightly. Kiaza moaned a combination of desire and a strange sort of shame to be so easily exposed, his thighs parting around Jeremiah. He hid his face with his hands, afraid he was blushing, and then yelped as Jeremiah parted the cheeks of his rear with his thumbs and swiped his hot tongue across Kiaza’s tight entrance.

“Ahh!”

“You’re beautiful.” Jeremiah moved in close and kissed his most private and sensitive of places. “And you smell amazing.”

“Don’t…” But Kiaza’s tentative protest was no use, because Jeremiah had obviously made up his mind about exactly what he wanted. He lapped at the tight ring of muscle, where Kiaza’s iridescent scales became indistinguishably minute before fading into smooth pale pink skin. Jeremiah spread him wide and opened the snake with his tongue, pushing further into his sensitive flesh, spreading warmth throughout the serpent’s body. Only when Kiaza was writhing and wriggling in his arms, hissing and unable to form words, did he stop.

Kiaza’s aching erection leaked a sticky translucent substance onto his scales, and Jeremiah dipped a finger into the pool and tasted it experimentally. He grinned in a proprietary manner, then scooped the thick pre-cum and rubbed it over his own cock.

“Kia?”

“Y-y-yes.” The snake was quivering all over like a leaf in the wind, every muscle taught with wanting. “Jem?”

“Tell me you want me.” Jeremiah’s voice had dropped more than an octave. He held Kiaza tight, the nubile serpentine body hovering above his own twitching flesh.

“Please…” Never in his entire life had Kiaza begged. Only once had he ever asked, millennia ago when he was younger, when he had seen others having fun and wanted to be included. But he’d never begged, and only ever taken what he wanted. Now, he wanted the young man with the burning dark eyes who radiated heat and passion. “Please Jem. I want you, I do. Please!”

“Please what?” Jeremiah was smiling now, the inflation of his ego almost visible in the candlelight. “What do you want?”

Kiaza hissed.

“Fuck me. Please Jem, please fuck me.”

“Ohhh…” Jeremiah’s voice was full of wonder, and his grip slackened ever so slightly, bringing Kiaza’s meagre weight down over his crotch. He pushed against the demon and Kiaza’s own thick slippery pre-cum slicked the path for Jeremiah to enter him in one long movement. “Unnghhh…”

Jeremiah pulled the snake up, hand curving around the back of his skull to press their lips together. Their size difference made the movement easy, and Kiaza fitted perfectly into the space between Jeremiah’s chin and his rock hard cock. The young human kissed the demon as though he owned him, and Kiaza couldn’t think of anything more perfect than being a source of such pleasure for the man. There had been a reason Kiaza hadn’t been able to drive him insane, and this, he decided, was it. Kiaza mewled and moaned against his skin as he was lain back onto the bed, and summoned a pillow into existence under the small of his back as an afterthought when Jeremiah gripped his hips hard enough to leave hot red imprints on his cool scales.

“Please Jem.” Kiaza revealed in the wash of lust that flooded his lover whenever he spoke. “I want you so much…”

Kiaza hissed and clicked his teeth as Jeremiah pulled out of his body. Only when he was almost all the way removed did the human rock his hips and plunge back in like a harpoon. The demon cried out, a complex mix of pleasure and pain, and the desire of submission pushing him towards the point of no return. Jeremiah fucked him with abandon, reaming Kiaza’s narrow body with his shaft, jolting into him with all the force he could find. Kiaza was opened up, laid bare, stripped and near glowing with the warmth that flooded him. Jeremiah smiled down at him, desire coupled with intense pleasure taking a backseat to lust and dominance now that the motion was set in place. Kiaza got lost in the boy’s deep brown eyes. It was easy to be subsumed by the heat and desire that rolled from Jeremiah in hot salt waves. Jeremiah hollowed him out, filled him and left him empty before plunging in over and over again. The little snake hissed and moaned, grasping to hold on to the bed, his lover, his sanity as he was rocked towards the edge of unimaginable pleasure.

“Jem!” Kiaza felt his orgasm building, stronger than anything he’d known in a long time. He wasn’t in control, neither was Jeremiah, and they were careening towards an explosion like a driverless train loose from its tracks. “Oh!”

“Come with me.” Jeremiah was breathless, his rhythm perfect and solid and nearing the point of completion. “Please Kia.”

“I…!” Kiaza felt the pressure building low in his abdomen suddenly and unexpectedly. “Ah!”

He came in a white hot flash, super-heated lava flooding through him as he came all over his own scales. Jeremiah snarled, shuddered, and thrust into him with a force strong enough to shake Kiaza’s bones loose in their sockets. He came inside the lithe little snake, saturating him with heat. Jeremiah somehow had awareness enough to grab up the snake, kiss him roughly, and hold him against his hard tan chest as he continued his orgasm. They slipped, fell towards the floor and Kiaza unconsciously caught them with a sheet to lie back on the bed. Sticky, wet and warm, they curled together on the blankets, and Kiaza pressed his flatter features against Jeremiah’s neck and chest and hummed softly.

“Is that what you wanted babe?” Jeremiah asked in a whisper.

“Mmmm….” Kiaza kissed his lover’s collarbone. “Yes.” The little snake squeezed him softly, sending delicious aftershocks up Jeremiah’s nerve endings. “Please stay. Don’t go and belong to someone else.”

“Never.”

“That’s a big promise.”

“I’ll make it.” Jeremiah grinned as Kiaza twisted in his lap, ending up with his spine pressed against his broader chest. The human throbbed softly. Already his cock was interested in waking up again. “I came all this way to get you, I’m not giving up.”

Kiaza smiled and placed a kiss in Jeremiah’s palm as the human began his slow rocking thrusts. It was going to be the best kind of long night.

*

Kiaza woke feeling cold. The space behind him, where Jeremiah had been lying when they had finally fallen asleep after their third shared orgasm, was empty and lacking the residual heat Kiaza associated with the warm body of the boy. He got up groaning. He ached all over, but especially when he needed his legs to support him. He felt thoroughly used, and delighted in the sensation which ached inside him, the madness to want to be both empty and full at the same time. He was not amused however, at the thought of having to get up in order to find his lover.

Kiaza didn’t bother dressing himself, just crossed the hall to the bathroom without looking, and walked in on Zai and Tobias standing in front of the full length mirror, the former human dripping hot thick blood onto the stone floor as his lover stroked him. The snake blinked once, walked to the big shower and nestled himself into the steamy heat of the hot water as he washed.

Kiaza didn’t like to admit it, but other demons, every other demon truth be told, had always confused him. Zai was not unusual in his evil streak, far from it in fact. He pretended, made a shoe at being evil. Driving humans insane through the denial of pleasure was all Kiaza had ever been good at, and it had made him famous within the inner circle of hell. Other demons believed him to be sadistic, but he was just doing what he’d been trained for.

Shower done, Kiaza summoned clothes with a click of his slim fingers as he left the bathroom. Neither Tobias nor Zai were aware of his exit, too wrapped up the triple stranded loop of pain, pleasure and empathy.

The house seemed oddly quiet, and as Kiaza wandered into the near empty kitchen he realised how early it was. Jeremiah sat at the bar with a glass of water, nothing more, dressed in yesterday’s sweats. He looked up at the soft sound of Kiaza’s feet, and smiled.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” He looked sad. “Still a bit ‘jet-lagged?’. I’m not sleeping right yet.”

“Oh.” Kiaza shuffled awkwardly on the spot. “I missed you.”

Jeremiah held out his arm and Kiaza curled into the space beside him.

“Sorry. I was on my way back.” Kiaza could tell his human lover was lying. “Babe?”

“What’s wrong Jem?” Kiaza kissed his bare shoulder gently. “Something’s up.”

“Why are there people angry now that you’re back here?” Jeremiah was frowning, drawing distracted patterns in condensation on the countertop. “This Nassau person for one and Kiorl doesn’t seem too pleased either.”

“It’s a long story Jem.”

“I got time.” The human smiled. “At least, I assume I do. Does time pass more quickly in hell?”

“You’re good. Time is like distance down here, its fluctual.” Kiaza pulled a stool over and leant against his lover as he sat. “Nassau is the Prince of Hell. He’ll inherit from his father one day.”

“So the guy pissed off at you is really powerful?” Jeremiah pulled the little snake across into his lap. “Go on. What’s Kiorl got to do with it all?”

“They… um. We used to be a thing, the three of us.” When Jeremiah didn’t respond beyond an understanding and unsurprised tilt of the head, Kiaza continued. “I suppose it was convenient, mutually beneficial. We knew each other really well.”

“What happened?” Jeremiah stroked his tan knuckles down Kiaza’s cheek.

“Nassau fell in love,” Kiaza shrugged easily, “With a human. His name was Mattias and he made Nassau happier than anyone has ever seen him, before or since. He died, and Nassau got his heart broken.”

“That’s horrible.” Jeremiah’s arms tightened around the little snake, and Kiaza glowed gently at the warmth of his sudden fearful possession. “So why is he mad at you?”

“It was my fault: I didn’t understand. After Mattias died, Nassau didn’t want to leave his room, his and Mattias’s, for so long. And I wanted him back, wanted back what the three of us had shared. Kiorl was pretty much Sathriel’s plaything exclusively by that point, and I was jealous and unhappy.” The snake sighed. “So I went to Nassau, dressed in Mattias’s shape and tried to tempt him. It sort of backfired.”

“I’ll bet.” Jeremiah tilted his jaw up to look at him properly. “You don’t still want them do you?”

“No!” Kiaza pressed himself against the human’s warm chest. “No. I want you.”

“Good. How long ago was this?” Jeremiah frowned.

“An hundred years.”

“The man knows how to hold a grudge.” The human smiled softly at his lover. “Sorry for making you wake up alone.”

Kiaza narrowed his acid green eyes. Something else was bothering Jeremiah, though he couldn’t exactly figure out what. The human hadn’t left the joy of a comfortable bed because he was not tired or because he wanted to know about Kiaza’s history with Nassau and Kiorl. There was something deeper. Kiaza turned in Jeremiah’s lap, ending up straddling the young man, and kissed up the column of his throat softly.

“Ung… babe…”

Kiaza smiled, Jeremiah’s crotch was already burning hot and getting harder through the thin layers of cloth that separated them.

“We can’t… in the kitchen.” Jeremiah’s hips ground against him unconsciously.

“No one else is up.” Kiaza kissed him, flicking his forked tongue against Jeremiah’s own. “Please.” He wriggled deliberately, discarding his summoned clothes, his quick fingers pushing Jeremiah’s sweats down as he did so. The human growled, excited and possessive, fumbling for his own cock as his other hand began exploring Kiaza’s tender arse.

Jeremiah plunged into him hard and fast enough to make Kiaza hiss and cry out in surprise, and the human grinned and went after him without pausing for breath. Wrapped up in each other, with eyes for no one else, they screwed each other with abandon.

*

“Well I see the new guys have settled in.” Atoki smiled, and turned away. Vruuaska would have to wait for his breakfast. He met Tobias and Zai coming the other way, both looking damp, sated and in Tobias’s case, recently healed. “You might wanna wait, I dunno, a while? I think Jem decided to ‘christen’ every room in the house.”

Leaving Zai to calm the angry chef, Atoki wandered back to his room and the fluffy warmth of the demon he loved.