Wicked Boy - 11. Chapter 11

Jeremiah woke in the bleary manner of those who have slept well, wrapped an arm around the waist of his lover, and pulled the slender, scaly boy back against his chest. Kiaza was slightly cool, and Jeremiah wrapped the thick duvets around them both unconsciously as he nuzzled into the demon. He pressed his lips against the back of Kiaza's neck, then woke up a little more and snuck his hand lower, pressing down the smooth length of Kiaza’s abdomen towards the scaled ridges which heralded the base of his smooth pink cock. He was half hard, though dead asleep, and Jeremiah traced his length with the softest of touches, intent on letting the boy sleep for as long as possible.

Kiaza had simply nodded when Jeremiah had told him what Nassau had shown him, and the human couldn’t tell if the snake was happy, sad or just indifferent. Kiaza had shrugged, and said it was all long ago. The idea that the little snake had once been sweet and innocent was so strange and beautiful, but Jeremiah knew he couldn’t really begrudge what had happened. Without Nassau’s ‘training’, Kiaza would never have come to him. And after all, he hadn’t been born then, far from it. The idea of Nassau and Kiorl being sexually intimate with Kiaza didn’t worry him, he’d been with plenty of other guys himself, and Jeremiah’s brain had decided as long as Kiaza was his and no one else’s, he could cope with pretty much anything else that Kiaza had done in the past.

The snake had a wonderful scent to his smooth iridescent scales, and Jeremiah inhaled deeply, pressing his lips and face against the boy, before he tucked Kiaza’s little body under his chin. He fitted so perfectly, Jeremiah found he could barely remember what it was like to have sex with anyone other than the demon-who-was-not. He snuck his hand into the space between their bodies and kneaded Kiaza’s perfect arse gently. The serpent let out a soft hiss of pleasure, his eyes flicking under their double lids, and Jeremiah slowed his breathing as much as he could, slithering closer to his goal. When his fingers reached the tight ring of Kiaza’s opening, Jeremiah circled and pressed as gently as he could make himself, his own cock thickening up, throbbing with heat and lust.

Kiaza was still asleep when Jeremiah swiped thick clear pre-cum from his cock, and slept on as the human pressed his slicked up dick against his entrance. Jeremiah could think of nothing else anymore, and wanted so much to have Kiaza wake up to the wonderful invasiveness of being fucked. He curved his hand over the boy’s thigh, bringing Kiaza’s leg over his own, opening him up for better access and a more intimate view. He held the sleepy snake against his chest with one hand, feeling Kiaza’s heartbeat slow and ponderous against his palm. He wrapped the other hand around his own cock and pushed slowly into his lover. Kiaza hissed, mewled, and his double eyelids slid back with a groan as he came up out of unconsciousness. Jeremiah grinned.

“Mornin’.”

“Unnhh…” Kiaza’s green eyes shut again and he moaned gently. Jeremiah decided his delicious lover was awake enough to be getting on with, and groaned as he continued to slide in long slow thrusts in and out of the scaly sinuous body.

They had screwed with abandon when they’d got back from the palace, a combination of pent up lust and latent aggression, and Jeremiah had done his very best to try and hold back ,only to discover Kiaza didn’t want him too. He’d been right that day when he had turned up in hell, the little snake wanted him, adored him, and desired him. But Kiaza also wanted someone to dominate him, be stronger than him, take and demand and do all of those things no one else would ever do to a major demon of hell. Jeremiah did all that and more, and he did it eagerly. It was some power trip indeed to have the supple little snake beg and plead to be thoroughly fucked.

Now Jeremiah woke his lover in soft stages, and by the time Kiaza was fully awake he was keening pleasure, blushing, his tight little body tensing around Jeremiah’s pulsing dick. Kiaza’s hands snuck down towards his own erection, and Jeremiah caught and held his wrists easily, denying his lover that sort of direct stimulus. Kiaza whimpered.

“Nuh-uh…” Jeremiah whispered in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive ridges of Kiaza’s larger scales. “You’re all mine now pretty boy.” He slid out torturously slowly before slamming violently back into Kiaza’s tight body. “Ngh…”

Jeremiah leant up on one arm, still holding Kiaza’s wrist’s, tilted the boy’s chin and kissed him. The serpent was small enough to make the position work, and Jeremiah invaded him wholly. Kiaza surrendered to him with nothing but a shuddering groan. He could tell when Kiaza reached his peak, because his body went suddenly tight and tense, and Jeremiah ground into him, finally wrapping his fingers around Kiaza’s cock as they came in unison. He drew lazy patterns with Kiaza’s cum over his lover’s soft scaled chest and abdomen. Rolling Kiaza onto his chest, he kept him there with a firm hand over his heart.

“Good morning Jem.”

“Hey…” Jeremiah kissed the back of his neck. “Sleep well?”

“I think so.” Kiaza grinned wickedly. “I kept on having these dreams that you were fucking me.”

“Huh, dreams really do come true.” Jeremiah couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “I don’t suppose we can avoid getting up today?”

“It’s early.” Kiaza twisted around in his lap, ending up straddling Jeremiah’s hips. Already the human’s cock was thickening up again, swelling and pressing into Kiaza’s newly lubricated arse. “We got time.”

*

“Hey Jem.” Jahke greeted him in his usual manner, which was to hug everyone around the neck until they were at risk of suffocation. “Where’s Kiaza?”

Jeremiah looked up from his page of scrawled notes. He’d found some thick-ish drawing paper in Vruuaska’s pile of snack foods, and figured the big fluffy demon wouldn’t miss a few sheets. Tobias had been organised enough to point him in the direction of a pencil.

“Still in the shower.” They had showered together. Kiaza had sat stride his thighs and ridden him until Jeremiah had seen stars, and then they had both needed another nap. Kiaza had persuaded his lover out of bed finally with the promise of a blowjob in the shower, and they’d screwed under the hot water until Jeremiah could barely stand, his knees made of jelly. He’d finished up and gone to get dry, leaving his lover in a shower which was becoming magically super-heated, luxuriating in heat and the pummelling of water droplets against his abused muscles.

“What’s this?” Jahke filched the sheet of scrawled notes and sketches out from under Jeremiah’s hands. “What’s a Screwed Horn Driver and why does it need sugar around the outside?”

“Gimmie that.” Jeremiah snatched his rough menu back. “Nosey little thing aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Jahke ran one marble pale finger down Jeremiah bicep. “Do you and Kiaza share?”

“Huh?”

“Tobias shares, but Zai doesn’t. Nami and Vru are too in love to share at all. Do you share?”

“Umm…” Jeremiah frowned. “We haven’t discussed it.”

“Oh I do hope you will! It’ll be such fun.”

“Riiight…” Jeremiah cleared his throat. He did not like the idea of being unfaithful to Kiaza, fun as Jahke made it sound, and he knew that, unlike Tobias, he couldn’t stand aside and watch his mate be unfaithful either. “It’s just ideas for the menu.”

“Menu?” Shindae wandered into the kitchen and went straight to the ice box in search of food. “Tobias better not find out you wanna cook in his kitchen.”

“Not food.” Jeremiah smiled. “Drinks. I can’t believe that hell doesn’t have a single damn bar.”

“And yet every Halloween they all go drinking upstairs.” Tobias smiled. “I think a bar would be great. It’s been a while since anyone made a good cocktail around here. May I?”

Jeremiah handed over the menu and watched Tobias’s reaction as he read through the scrawls and sketches.

“You made one for everybody?”

“Pretty much.” Jeremiah smiled. He had tried to design something fitting for each of his housemates. “After all, gonna need you guys to get your mates to come to my bar. Keep us in business.”

“I didn’t know cocktails worked in the barter system babe.” Kiaza reappeared from his lengthy shower, dressed in a light sheer silk wrap. Jeremiah gulped audibly. “What did you make for me?”

“I think this must be you.” Tobias smiled and pointed to a much neater sketch on the page. “Sweet Green Scales. It’s got honey and lime juice and absinthe in it.”

“And a lime rind curl.”

“Sounds fun.” Kiaza usurped Jahke’s position close to Jeremiah’s elbow and pressed himself up against the human. “Did you do one for Nassau too?”

“I don’t dare. I’m not sure he’s keen on the idea.”

“Nas is a big drinker.” Kiorl nodded as he came in. The panther was dressed rather formally in long silk and cloth of gold robes. “But he likes dark old ale, plain and boring. We’ll have to ship it in.”

“Going somewhere Kiorl?” Jahke smiled.

“Yeah, it’s Jeremiah’s big day. You guys can come if you want.”

“Huh? I thought we were just going to the palace?” Jeremiah glanced between Kiorl and his well-dressed lover. He still had on a pair of second hand bright orange sweats and a plain white t-shirt. “Why does everyone else wanna come?”

“We’ll meet you guys there.” Kiaza smiled and took his hand. “Come on.”

Jeremiah stroked Kiaza’s soft palm with his fingers and pulled the scaly boy to him as they walked together. Neither of them spoke, and Jeremiah smiled when Kiaza ran slim fingers through his hair, because walking together, even though they were in hell rather than in a park under blue skies and green leaves, seemed so normal, and right. Jeremiah hadn’t really been looking for ‘the one’ not in any active manner, but he knew with a wonderful reassuring certainty that Kiaza was the only man he ever wanted to be with.

They didn’t head directly to the palace, but wandered along until Kiaza brought them to a gentle halt on a flat bit of land equidistant from the palace, the house, and the West Quarter portal.

“I thought here.” Kiaza smiled, all soft and innocent, and Jeremiah saw in that grin the shape of the boy Kiaza had pretended to be in the club where they’d first met, and the child he had been in Nassau’s memories. “Do you like it Jem?”

Jeremiah glanced around, and looked back up the path they had just taken. He nodded.

“OK. Stand back.” Kiaza grinned excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to do a whole building!” Jeremiah smiled, watching his lover rub his hands together, inhale deeply, close his acid green eyes and breathe out with a long hiss.

The land shook. A tremor like the heralding of an earthquake, and then there was a crack, a noise like the snapping of a dinosaur bone, and a building began to rise out of the ground as smoothly as if water was being poured into a mould. The bar unfolded, a structure of black stone, wood and steel, and the land they were standing on rose slightly, arched, and became a little bridge over a fast flowing lava river. Jeremiah laughed.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.” Jeremiah looked up at the old-fashioned hanging sign which swung in the hot breeze of hell from its post. “It’s perfect.”

The door stood open, and Jeremiah walked right on in to his bar. You could tell Kiaza had made it, because there were snakes everywhere: carved into the pattern of the floor, wrapped around pillars, their scales making up the texture of the seats. It made Jeremiah smile as he slipped behind the bar, petting the glossy wooden surface like a faithful dog.

“It’ll take the guys a few days to get it properly stocked. Just give Vru the order, and he’ll get you whatever you need.”

He grabbed the scaly demon and sat him on the bar. Kiaza automatically put his knees either side of Jeremiah’s waist so that he could stand closer.

“You like the name?”

“It’s great. After all, there are no ladders to get back up on around here. Just Snakes and Snakes.” Jeremiah ran his hands up Kiaza’s strong thighs, the sheer silk the faintest of barriers between them. “Thank you Kia.”

“Now we just need to get you ready.” Kiaza grinned and pressed his hands together. Suddenly, he was like an excited six year old.

“Why does everyone want to come to this thing anyway?” Jeremiah frowned, glancing down at his borrowed clothes. He hoped Kiaza had the sense not to dress him in anything too revealing. There was already a risk that he was going to have to catch the little serpent and screw him senseless in some back room.

“Because you don’t realise how special you are.” Kiaza touched his wrist and Jeremiah felt his skin tingle as the new clothes stripped away the old ones. He was left standing in an expensively textured and unbelievably comfortable grey three piece suit. The lining shimmered like Kiaza’s fresh scales. “You’re about to be accepted as the mate of one of hell’s oldest and most powerful demons. If Kiorl or Nassau or I ever got hitched, everyone would want to know about it. Major demons don’t recruit often.”

“Just how famous are you?” Jeremiah smiled at the boy. Despite Kiaza’s awe inspiring powers, his skill, the memories of him in Nassau’s head that showed how important he was down here Jeremiah couldn’t help but think of him as just the cutest little thing he’d ever seen. Power and magic could be damned, because Jeremiah was perfectly happy with his snake being a snake. He lifted his lover down from the bar and kissed him hard. Kiaza was panting when Jeremiah eventually let him go.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Jeremiah grinned.

“Can’t a man have any secrets?” He pulled Kiaza to his side and squeezed his arse through the thin silk as they left the bar. “C’mon then, let’s go and get this ceremony of yours over with.”

*

“For your consideration,” Kiaza bowed. “Sire.”

Nassau smiled gently, and stepped down from the dais where his throne sat. All eyes in the room where on them, and Jeremiah glanced from his mate, and the cheeky little smile the snake flashed him, to where Nassau was approaching. He was dressed formally too, a tabard, belt and robes, all trimmed in red and gold. His wings seemed huge, larger and more glossy than they had been the previous day. Jeremiah felt that he should be nervous, since the throne room was packed with all manner and variety of demons, but he couldn’t help but grin. The previous day, he’d punched the Prince of Hell, and now said Prince was walking towards Jeremiah liked he owned the world.

“I see Kiaza built your bar.” Nassau seemed very short to Jeremiah as he stopped. “The boys were telling me about your menu.”

“I’m pretty excited about it. I’ll work out what everyone likes.”

“It’s going to be like some big party down here isn’t it?” Nassau looked slightly miffed.

“Don’t worry Nas. Sunday nights we’ll have it nice and quiet and serve old dark ale just for you.”

Nassau selected a feather from his wing, and he glanced at the much folded bar menu that Jeremiah was still holding. He frowned.

“A bloody Mary? Bit tame for hell isn’t it?”

Jeremiah laughed.

“I gotta ask Sitka to help with that one. It sorta involves getting Mary drunk before you can serve the cocktail…”