THE EPILOGUE
Title: Deal With the Devil
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Matt // Johnny, Johnny // Brian
Summary: [AU] Johnny jokingly thinks about selling his soul to the devil -- who should show up on his doorstep?
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
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Like to take this moment to thank every single reviewer of this story, and I'd like to apologize for all the breaks that I put this darn fic on. It's sad to see this fic come to an end, but I was thinking of a sequel or something. Plus I still all have all my other on-going fics. But yeah, love you dudes, hope you like the epilogue. You might think it's a bit silly, but I like it. =]
Deal With the Devil
Chapter XX
~Epilogue~
"Happy Birthday Johnny."
I threw a smirk at Belinda as I passed her in the hallway, though all day I'd been hearing the same thing, over and over. I didn't mind per-say, it was my eighteenth birthday, and I did want people to know/recognize that, but if I'd been giving my birthday hits by everyone who'd told me 'Happy Birthday', I would've been dead.
It'd been two years since Matt'd left, and in those two years, I have to admit, I grew cool. It started off because of my car, but then with my new and improved attitude, I was well-liked with practically everybody. Brian and I had stayed together for a year and a half, until he had to move. It was so cliché, like in the movies. Things were going great, but his parents just wanted to up and leave. I'd been in on/off relationships after that, mostly with guys, but I gave the girls a chance too.
"John, man."
I glanced up as a guy who was notorious for his pot smoking, fell into step beside me.
"So what are we doing tonight?" he asked. "It's Friday, it's your birthday -- we have to party man."
I smirked. "Don't know." I replied, shortly.
"Come on," he said, throwing an arm over my shoulders. "It'll be great, I'll bring some booze, some weed, some chicks."
"Not any brains." I said with a small shake of my head.
"Definitely not." he agreed seriously.
I gave a small laugh, and shrugged out of his grasp. "I'll think about it." I said.
"And then you'll call me up and tell me to bring the shit over." he said.
"We'll see." I said.
He grinned at me, before turning and going back to his group of friends whom he'd been standing with, as I continued to the parking lot. After a few more 'see you later's and 'thank you's, I reached my car, and got in. Moments later, after warming the car up (it was November), I was sitting at a red light, messing with the radio, trying to find something good to listen to.
I caught the static of Metallica's 'Creeping Death', but when I'd went back to find it, it was lost, so I kept searching. A familiar country tune was trying to burst through the bad reception at me, and I messed around until I could recognize it. 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'. I felt myself smirk, but I turned it off, and settled on a rock station which was now just people blabbing their heads off.
The light changed, and I shifted gears. But just as I was heading through the intersection, I took notice of the large truck that was speeding towards me, completely oblivious to the red light it'd just past. My last few thoughts included 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia', and I did the only thing I could think to do in the split-second I had left to live.
"Shit."
~x~
I passed through the double doors to find myself at the end of a long line of people. We were in a big hall in what could've been any old mansion; the floor was black marble, and on the finely-paneled walls small candles sat on shelves burning, though the room was already lighted (by what I didn't know). To the left of me, against the far wall was one dooroepned,
, and outside of it there was a long wooden bench against the wall, but the other side of the hall was empty. In front of me, against the back wall, there was a door on the far left, and one on the far right -- it was where the people were going once they reached the front of the line. The door on the right opened as someone went through it, and I could just make out what looked like a cave, lit naturally by fire and lava. It was extremely obvious where I was.
The line was moving at a good rate, and when it got about halfway shortened, I could see what we were in line for, and I felt my heart stop -- well technically, it was already stopped I guessed. The Devil was standing at what looked like a podium, taking time to talk to each person before sending them off to the cave room, or having them start to group together next to the podium. Those damned sunglasses resided on his face now and though I hated those glasses with every ounce of me, it was nice to see them again.
"Alright," Matt said suddenly, making his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. He sounded slightly agitated. "Anyone I've made a deal with, make a separate line or something."
Less than half the people in the long line that I was standing in stepped out, just creating a new line next to the old one. I followed suit, and was last in the line. I watched Matt point the group of people at the podium to the new line, before he went back to the old one. He let a guy go to the door on the right without even speaking to him, just by looking at him it was obvious to tell he belonged there. But Matt stopped the girl who was next, and even from the back I could see why, she looked like she belonged anywhere but Hell.
Because of the line splitting and shortening, I was now closer to the podium, and could hear what they said.
"Are you in the right place, lady?" he asked her, his tone amused.
Then in a loud voice -- seemingly proud of herself -- she answered, "I cut off my husband's cock and --."
"Right this way, ma'am." Matt said, gesturing for the door on the right.
This went on for another few minutes, him stopping random people and asking them what they'd done. But he suddenly stopped, and turned to his right.
"Zack."
I glanced over, and sure enough, there was the 'pizza boy'. Only he wasn't wearing his uniform, and he was in the arms of some tall guy, their lips seemingly attached. I threw a glance at Matt, who was starting to look frustrated, to say the least, and he leaned forward, setting his elbows on the top of the podium, and lounging.
"Zack." he said again, this time more firmly.
"Jimmy." Zack replied, breaking the kiss he'd been locked tightly in.
He pulled away from the man whose face he'd been devouring, breathing deeply, and he glanced at Matt, who was watching him with a cynical look. Without Matt having to say anything, Zack quickly walked over to him. Matt said something quietly to the pizza boy, and they both switched places, Zack taking over the podium, and looking quite discontent with the switch. Matt started walking away from the back of the hall where he'd been. The guy Zack'd been with, was now leaning against the wall, waiting almost patiently, and as Matt passed him, he pointed a finger mock-shamefully at him, and Jimmy shrugged with a look on his face that read: 'What can I say?'
"You guys," Matt said to the people at the front of the line I was in, the one full of people who he already knew. He didn't say any more, but gestured for the line to follow him.
He walked to the door that was on the left side of the hall, and opened it, ushering the people inside. In no time, I was coming up to the door, but fuck the door, I could've cared less about the door. I cared more about the man I hadn't seen in two years who was now leaning against the wall, greeting some of the people randomly when he remembered them as they passed. With each step I took, I felt my stomach knot; I couldn't help it. As I reached the door, he put his arm out to stop me, and he was smirking that same old smirk of his.
"Wait out here." he said quietly.
And just like that, he disappeared into the room -- which I hadn't even caught a sight of, cause I'd been too busy staring at him. Smooth. I glanced around, and noted the bench again, before walking over to it, and sitting down. It was uncomfortable, but it was in Hell, so what could I expect?
I was kinda put down that I hadn't been able to go into the room with the others, but then again, I was feeling pretty damned good, cause that meant that Matt wanted to see me specifically. That could definitely cheer a guy up.
I glanced over at Zack who was leaning into the podium, one elbow on the top, with his chin propped in his hand. He looked rather bored, and barely stopped anyone as he pointed for them to go through the door to the right. I sighed, and sat back, trying to relax and get comfortable. I didn't have anything to do, so I settled on watching the people who arrived. They came in through the double doors like I'd done, and like me, they all just accepted where they were going, and stood in line patiently. You would've thought someone would've been freaking out and trying to escape.
At least two hours passed, and I'd grown extremely bored and tired. The people coming through the double doors never stopped, and it looked like Zack was starting to fall asleep up at the podium. The door next to me suddenly opened, and the people who'd made deals with Matt started to file out, some talking, some looking pissed, and others just blah. They all walked to the door that led to the cave-looking room, and a moment later, Matt came out.
He walked past me to the double doors, and started to shut them. A protest came from outside them.
"Sorry," Matt said, sounding anything but sorry. "Have to wait till tomorrow."
And with that, he shut the doors in the person's face, and locked them. Then he turned back to the hall, glancing over the remaining people in line.
"All you guys," he said, "Just go." He gave a gesture to the cave room.
Zack perked right up, not hesitating to step away from the podium, and return to Jimmy, who'd been waiting patiently that whole time. Matt watched as the rest of the people made it through the door, before he turned to me. He grinned, and I felt my throat dry, just the way he looked at me was enough to do it.
"Johnny-boy." he said, nearing me.
So in the two years I'd changed, I couldn't remember blushing, but now that Matt was there again, I was as red as a tomato probably. He stopped in front of me, smirking down at me in a way that reminded me of the time we were in the parking lot...on his car...I remembered it like it was yesterday, and I felt my cheeks heat even more.
"Told you I'd make my rounds." he said.
I cleared my throat, trying to regain my cool, and shrugged. "You waited till I was eighteen?" I asked. "If you were a real Devil you wouldn't have cared that I was underage."
He grinned again. "Well," he said, "If you don't want to be here, I could let you go. I'm kind full up of souls at the moment."
"No!" I quickly said, then I tore my gaze away from his face. The stupid sunglasses still bothered me. "I mean, no...there was no point in staying. So the truck..." I dared a small glance at him. "That was your doing?"
"I tried to warn you, Hellcat," he said. "'Creeping Death'. 'Devil Went Down to Georgia'. You just didn't take the hint."
"You warned me like a second before it happened." I said, holding my hand out in front of me as though that could help with me explaining. "What the Hell kind of warning is that?"
He rolled his eyes, and reached down, grabbing my wrist. His touch was firm and strong, but he wasn't being rough or anything. He pulled me to my feet.
"Stop your bitching." he said. "You're the one who wanted me."
"I didn't want you." I said. "I wanted a real man."
He slung an arm around my shoulders, almost knocking me to the floor, and he started leading me towards the door that had yet to be opened, the one on the left of the podium.
"Babe, a real man wouldn't be able to handle you." he said, using that cheeky voice I'd actually grown to miss.
"And you know this how?" I asked.
"I know this because of that time you begged me to fuck you on my car." he said.
"I did not beg!" I exclaimed, sounding horrified -- even to myself.
"Did so." Matt said, "I could see it in your eyes."
"No..." I tried, but that was it.
He grinned at me again, and we reached the door. He leaned over to grab the knob, and as he was opening it, I looked to the corner where Zack was now against the wall, once again lip-locked with Jimmy, the both of them completely oblivious to anything else around them. This must've went on all the time, because Matt ignored it, and pushed the door open.
This door led to a large room that was pretty much empty except for a big throne towards the back of the room, elevated on a few steps. The floor was black marble, like the hall, but spiny candelabras set out throughout the room, with (you guessed it) black candles were the only source of light.
"Wow," I said sarcastically. "Talk about fancy living."
"You haven't seen the bedroom yet." he replied, leading me to his throne.
"And why aren't we there yet?" I asked, as he let go of my wrist, and threw himself into the large chair, looking like it was made of human bone.
"Sometimes," he said sliding down in it, and stretching his legs out in front of him. "I just like to sit here, and bask in my power."
"What a loser." I said, "Cocky bastard."
He grinned up at me. "You would be too if you had little sixteen-year-old boys begging you to fuck them. Twice." he said.
"It was not twice!" I said, my voice taking on a higher pitch. "And I'm not sixteen anymore, remember?"
"You still look the same." he said with an indifferent shrug. "You'll always be the little nerdy kid who I got sick on Jäger."
I crossed my arms, and huffed, not saying any more. A moment or two later, Matt sat up straighter in his chair, and he glanced up at me, patting his thigh suggestively.
I snorted. "Why should I?" I asked.
"Cause I know you want to." he answered simply.
I rolled my eyes. "On one condition."
"Which is?"
"Take those sunglasses off." I demanded.
"Why?" he asked, a small laugh coming from him.
"Because I hate them." I said with a whine.
He nodded, reaching up and pulling the glasses off. He tucked them into his collar like he always used to do, but this wasn't good enough for me, and I reached over quickly, yanking them away from him, before I threw them across the room.
"You are so lucky I have more." he said, smirking.
I gave a shrug, returning the smirk now that I was happy they were gone, and I threw myself in his lap, pleased when he let out a short noise from the force I'd used.
"You're much heavier than I remember." he said, as I made myself comfortable, leaning back against his chest.
I rolled my eyes. "More cushion for the pushin'." I said, more so to myself. But he'd heard it.
He laughed quietly to himself, and I felt his teeth graze my earlobe. I'd been playing cool and casual, but in reality, my stomach was going insane, the knots were now tumbling and cartwheeling everywhere.
"So what kind of Devil closes the doors to Hell?" I snorted.
"The one who wants to spend time ramming his Hellcat's small ass." he said.
I started to choke on my tongue, and he ran his fingers through my hair, placing a light kiss to the back of my head. I took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm myself.
"Well, when do you think you'll be getting started on that?" I asked slowly. "Cause so far, Hell seems pretty fuckin' boring."
He laughed again, one of his hands sliding down my stomach to pat my thigh. My breathing stopped for a short minute as his hand was pretty much on my groin.
"I'm basking, remember?" he asked.
I gave a sigh, and he followed suit, before giving my thigh a pat again, and telling me to get up. I quickly obliged, and he stood as well. He grabbed my wrist again, seemingly too cool to be a romantic and grab my hand, and started pulling me off towards the other side of the room, where there was another door. I expected his room to be right on the other side, but when he pulled it open, the only thing that greeted us was a humongus flight of stairs.
I groaned, but followed him up them. It took forever to reach the top, and when we finally did, we ran into another door. He threw a glance at me, eyebrows raised, and I couldn't even meet his gaze. There was a kind of fire to his hazel eyes that went unmatched.
I raised my own eyebrows, a sign of 'Hurry the fuck up', and he grinned before pushing open the door. This was, no doubt, his bedroom. It was a large dark room, the floor was carpeted with black, and directly in the center of the room was a large, circular bed -- black bed covering. It was perfect, for lack of a better word, and I was led to question whether or not I was actually in Hell.
"Well?" he asked me, gesturing widely around the room.
I gave a snort, and shrugged my shoulders. "I've seen better." I said, "But I've seen worse, I guess."
He grinned, and grabbed my hips roughly, pulling me into him. My breath escaped me quickly as I was practically crushed against his chest, and before I could collect it, he leaned in to kiss me. For a moment, it felt like we hadn't been apart at all. It was weird, but I definitely wasn't complaining.
"So, Johnny-boy." he said, breaking the kiss, and starting to move us towards the bed -- he had slight difficulty because he was holding me so tightly. "You want me to fuck you? Right here? Right now?"
"I don't know." I replied. "I did say I wanted a real man."
He nipped at my bottom lip, before he shoved me almost roughly onto the bed. I pulled myself backwards onto it some more, and laid back, keeping myself propped up on my elbows. He pulled off his shirt, and I struggled to keep my eyes trained on his face -- not to let him know how much I loved the sight of him. He climbed into the bed with me, already straddling my hips, and he slowly crawled up my body until our faces were level with each other.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice quiet and husky.
"Did you miss me?" I countered.
"I asked you first." he replied, trying to be sly.
"I asked you second." I said.
He grinned. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
I pushed my hips up off the mattress into his. "I'll say you missed me a lot," I said smartly, when his already hard cock brushed against mine.
"What can I say?" he asked, "I haven't had anyone as good as you in a while."
I grinned, and reached up, sliding my arms around his neck, and pulling him down into a kiss. His fingers played with the bottom hem of my tee shirt, and he broke the kiss.
"So did you miss me?" he asked again.
"Well," I said. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about you once in those two years."
He smirked. "I'm taking that as a 'yes'."
"Do whatever you want, I don't care." I said.
"You've grown into such a firey bitch." he said in a playful growl, rolling his hips downwards, and crushing our erections together. "I love it."
I grinned, and stuck my tongue out at him. He leaned down, and caught it with his lips, turning our little play spat into a passionate kiss. The next time he broke the kiss, neither of us had to speak. Speaking time was over with, it was now time for the whole reason we came into the bedroom.
He sat up, starting to pull my shirt off, and I helped him get it off quickly. He tossed it to the floor, and gave me another kiss, starting on the belt I was wearing. I let him do all the work, he was a pampered little Devil, he had to do it sooner or later. The belt came out, was tossed to the floor, and then he quickly popped the button of my jeans, the zipper following not too long after. I was undressed in about five seconds flat, completely naked before him, and suddenly feeling very shy and awkward again.
"Tell me you want it, Johnny." he said. "I want to hear you."
"I want you to fuck me." I said, and he shook his head. My brow started to furrow, and then I grinned. "I want you to make love to me."
He grinned once more, leaning down and kissing me deeply again. As his tongue slid between my lips, he reached down to mess with his own pants. Within moments, he kicked them and his shoes off, before wasting no time in sliding between my legs.
"You're all grins down there." he said, running his fingers up my chest to my chin, where he then made a fist and playfully knocked it against my jaw.
"That's because I get my happy ending, and melt you into a lovable, undevilish kinda guy." I said.
He rolled his eyes, and moved the hand back to my chest, reaching down to pinch at one of my nipples lightly.
"Undevilish?" he asked, as I writhed around underneath of him. "I don't know about that."
"Oh shut up already," I replied, smacking his hand away. "Do me."
He laughed and leaned down to brush his lips against mine teasingly before he sat back up, and quickly spit into his hand. Such a familiar moment, and I was just basking in the glory of it all.
I watched as he coated his thick cock in his saliva, and then he looked down at me. I threw an innocent grin up at him, and he smirked, grabbing my hips and lining himself up. No time was wasted before he pushed into me.
Now it'd been two years since I was a bottom, I didn't do bottom for anyone -- and Brian'd been content with me always being top. So I wasn't gonna lie and say it didn't hurt, cause believe me, it did. I let out a small noise, and instinctively tried to move my hips away from his. He let me, but then after a moment, he followed, sliding his dick completely inside of me.
His lips met mine again as he started to pull out quickly, and the second time he thrust into me, I let out a small noise. His size allowed my spot to be breached with practically every thrust, and the pain was definitely masked by the amount of pleasure -- it'd been forever since the last time that thing was touched.
He gave a short laugh, muttering something about how I was such a 'horny slut', and I just grinned at him, breathless from my excitement. He thrust into me again, his movements becoming more rough now that I'd been initiated, and I groaned as his cock just barely brushed my prostate. He was such a tease.
He let out a small, grunt-like noise on another thrust, angling it just right this time so that I pushed my hips up to meet his, and said his name. Grinning, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to my jaw bone, before his warm tongue snaked its way up my cheek in some kind of primal sign of affection. If I wasn't so caught up in the heat of the moment, I may have been grossed out.
I dug my fingernails into the backs of his shoulders, and as he went to sit up again, I pulled him back down so that I could bite his bottom lip. He groaned, giving a harsh thrust that caused me to whimper, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth expectantly. I massaged it with my own like I was some kind of pro, but I had to stop suddenly for my body to give a spasm as his long fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick.
As he slowly started to stroke me out of tune with his thrusting, he ran his thumb over the head of my cock a few times, as his fingers squeezed tightly, causing me to moan again, and move my hips around beneath him, my poor body not knowing what to do because of the pleasure coming at me from two directions.
He kissed my neck sloppily, and buried his teeth into my collarbone, giving another short groan as he pushed his cock deeply inside of me. I tried to get out his name again, but all it came out as was an incoherent moan. He didn't complain or anything though, so I just disregarded it.
His thumb traced the vein that ran up my cock, and as it did, he pushed in on my skin, getting me to groan once more. I was like some kind of animal in heat, and he only seemed to like it. A violent thrust from him, sharply stabbing my prostate, and I bucked my hips up, crying out from the pleasure.
He leaned down, and caught my lips with his again, throwing his hips into mine once more. I moaned yet again, my stomach muscles pumping ferociously, and producing the warm sensation in my gut that was the warning of my approaching orgasm. I could've lasted longer, had Matt not been so good at hitting my sweet spot every time.
"Ah, God." I said breathlessly before I could stop myself.
"What was that?" he asked with a smirk, harshly thrusting into me again.
I moaned as his cock pushed into my prostate again. "Ugh, Lucifer." I managed to get out. "Fuck, Matt."
He grinned, and his lips returned to my neck. As he gave another thrust, I wasn't able to stop myself, and my orgasm started to hit me. I groaned, and bucked my hips up again, cumming mostly onto my stomach, but some of it ended up on the backs of his knuckles. As I let out a deep sigh, and felt my body start to tense up, and relax as it rode out my orgasm, Matt leaned up, making sure I made eye contact with him, before he lapped what was left of my juices from his hand like he was a cat drinking milk or something.
I reached up, entangling my fingers in his hair, and I pulled him down to kiss me once more. I could taste myself on him, as his tongue invaded my mouth, but I honestly didn't care at that moment. A few more thrusts into my now clenching hole, and his back stiffened slightly, as his own climax hit him.
He was much quieter as he came, no loud groaning like me. And when he was done, I felt that familiar surge of power released from his body before he pulled out of me, and collapsed beside me. We lay there like that for a while, just staring at the ceiling and enjoying our little buzzes. He rolled onto one side, propping himself up on one elbow.
"So, kid," he said, using his other hand to push me lightly with his fist. "There's a small chance I might be in love with you."
I grinned lazily at him, and reached over to smack his cheek lightly. "Maybe I'm in love with you too." I replied. "You never know."
He leaned over and kissed me again, before he threw an arm over me, and we both just kind of spaced out, just liking each other's company as the afterglow came over us. The smell of sex settled in the room, evidence of our lust, and I just grinned to myself. I'd gotten my happy ending.
End.
=].
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Matt // Johnny, Johnny // Brian
Summary: [AU] Johnny jokingly thinks about selling his soul to the devil -- who should show up on his doorstep?
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
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Like to take this moment to thank every single reviewer of this story, and I'd like to apologize for all the breaks that I put this darn fic on. It's sad to see this fic come to an end, but I was thinking of a sequel or something. Plus I still all have all my other on-going fics. But yeah, love you dudes, hope you like the epilogue. You might think it's a bit silly, but I like it. =]
Deal With the Devil
Chapter XX
~Epilogue~
"Happy Birthday Johnny."
I threw a smirk at Belinda as I passed her in the hallway, though all day I'd been hearing the same thing, over and over. I didn't mind per-say, it was my eighteenth birthday, and I did want people to know/recognize that, but if I'd been giving my birthday hits by everyone who'd told me 'Happy Birthday', I would've been dead.
It'd been two years since Matt'd left, and in those two years, I have to admit, I grew cool. It started off because of my car, but then with my new and improved attitude, I was well-liked with practically everybody. Brian and I had stayed together for a year and a half, until he had to move. It was so cliché, like in the movies. Things were going great, but his parents just wanted to up and leave. I'd been in on/off relationships after that, mostly with guys, but I gave the girls a chance too.
"John, man."
I glanced up as a guy who was notorious for his pot smoking, fell into step beside me.
"So what are we doing tonight?" he asked. "It's Friday, it's your birthday -- we have to party man."
I smirked. "Don't know." I replied, shortly.
"Come on," he said, throwing an arm over my shoulders. "It'll be great, I'll bring some booze, some weed, some chicks."
"Not any brains." I said with a small shake of my head.
"Definitely not." he agreed seriously.
I gave a small laugh, and shrugged out of his grasp. "I'll think about it." I said.
"And then you'll call me up and tell me to bring the shit over." he said.
"We'll see." I said.
He grinned at me, before turning and going back to his group of friends whom he'd been standing with, as I continued to the parking lot. After a few more 'see you later's and 'thank you's, I reached my car, and got in. Moments later, after warming the car up (it was November), I was sitting at a red light, messing with the radio, trying to find something good to listen to.
I caught the static of Metallica's 'Creeping Death', but when I'd went back to find it, it was lost, so I kept searching. A familiar country tune was trying to burst through the bad reception at me, and I messed around until I could recognize it. 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'. I felt myself smirk, but I turned it off, and settled on a rock station which was now just people blabbing their heads off.
The light changed, and I shifted gears. But just as I was heading through the intersection, I took notice of the large truck that was speeding towards me, completely oblivious to the red light it'd just past. My last few thoughts included 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia', and I did the only thing I could think to do in the split-second I had left to live.
"Shit."
~x~
I passed through the double doors to find myself at the end of a long line of people. We were in a big hall in what could've been any old mansion; the floor was black marble, and on the finely-paneled walls small candles sat on shelves burning, though the room was already lighted (by what I didn't know). To the left of me, against the far wall was one dooroepned,
, and outside of it there was a long wooden bench against the wall, but the other side of the hall was empty. In front of me, against the back wall, there was a door on the far left, and one on the far right -- it was where the people were going once they reached the front of the line. The door on the right opened as someone went through it, and I could just make out what looked like a cave, lit naturally by fire and lava. It was extremely obvious where I was.
The line was moving at a good rate, and when it got about halfway shortened, I could see what we were in line for, and I felt my heart stop -- well technically, it was already stopped I guessed. The Devil was standing at what looked like a podium, taking time to talk to each person before sending them off to the cave room, or having them start to group together next to the podium. Those damned sunglasses resided on his face now and though I hated those glasses with every ounce of me, it was nice to see them again.
"Alright," Matt said suddenly, making his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. He sounded slightly agitated. "Anyone I've made a deal with, make a separate line or something."
Less than half the people in the long line that I was standing in stepped out, just creating a new line next to the old one. I followed suit, and was last in the line. I watched Matt point the group of people at the podium to the new line, before he went back to the old one. He let a guy go to the door on the right without even speaking to him, just by looking at him it was obvious to tell he belonged there. But Matt stopped the girl who was next, and even from the back I could see why, she looked like she belonged anywhere but Hell.
Because of the line splitting and shortening, I was now closer to the podium, and could hear what they said.
"Are you in the right place, lady?" he asked her, his tone amused.
Then in a loud voice -- seemingly proud of herself -- she answered, "I cut off my husband's cock and --."
"Right this way, ma'am." Matt said, gesturing for the door on the right.
This went on for another few minutes, him stopping random people and asking them what they'd done. But he suddenly stopped, and turned to his right.
"Zack."
I glanced over, and sure enough, there was the 'pizza boy'. Only he wasn't wearing his uniform, and he was in the arms of some tall guy, their lips seemingly attached. I threw a glance at Matt, who was starting to look frustrated, to say the least, and he leaned forward, setting his elbows on the top of the podium, and lounging.
"Zack." he said again, this time more firmly.
"Jimmy." Zack replied, breaking the kiss he'd been locked tightly in.
He pulled away from the man whose face he'd been devouring, breathing deeply, and he glanced at Matt, who was watching him with a cynical look. Without Matt having to say anything, Zack quickly walked over to him. Matt said something quietly to the pizza boy, and they both switched places, Zack taking over the podium, and looking quite discontent with the switch. Matt started walking away from the back of the hall where he'd been. The guy Zack'd been with, was now leaning against the wall, waiting almost patiently, and as Matt passed him, he pointed a finger mock-shamefully at him, and Jimmy shrugged with a look on his face that read: 'What can I say?'
"You guys," Matt said to the people at the front of the line I was in, the one full of people who he already knew. He didn't say any more, but gestured for the line to follow him.
He walked to the door that was on the left side of the hall, and opened it, ushering the people inside. In no time, I was coming up to the door, but fuck the door, I could've cared less about the door. I cared more about the man I hadn't seen in two years who was now leaning against the wall, greeting some of the people randomly when he remembered them as they passed. With each step I took, I felt my stomach knot; I couldn't help it. As I reached the door, he put his arm out to stop me, and he was smirking that same old smirk of his.
"Wait out here." he said quietly.
And just like that, he disappeared into the room -- which I hadn't even caught a sight of, cause I'd been too busy staring at him. Smooth. I glanced around, and noted the bench again, before walking over to it, and sitting down. It was uncomfortable, but it was in Hell, so what could I expect?
I was kinda put down that I hadn't been able to go into the room with the others, but then again, I was feeling pretty damned good, cause that meant that Matt wanted to see me specifically. That could definitely cheer a guy up.
I glanced over at Zack who was leaning into the podium, one elbow on the top, with his chin propped in his hand. He looked rather bored, and barely stopped anyone as he pointed for them to go through the door to the right. I sighed, and sat back, trying to relax and get comfortable. I didn't have anything to do, so I settled on watching the people who arrived. They came in through the double doors like I'd done, and like me, they all just accepted where they were going, and stood in line patiently. You would've thought someone would've been freaking out and trying to escape.
At least two hours passed, and I'd grown extremely bored and tired. The people coming through the double doors never stopped, and it looked like Zack was starting to fall asleep up at the podium. The door next to me suddenly opened, and the people who'd made deals with Matt started to file out, some talking, some looking pissed, and others just blah. They all walked to the door that led to the cave-looking room, and a moment later, Matt came out.
He walked past me to the double doors, and started to shut them. A protest came from outside them.
"Sorry," Matt said, sounding anything but sorry. "Have to wait till tomorrow."
And with that, he shut the doors in the person's face, and locked them. Then he turned back to the hall, glancing over the remaining people in line.
"All you guys," he said, "Just go." He gave a gesture to the cave room.
Zack perked right up, not hesitating to step away from the podium, and return to Jimmy, who'd been waiting patiently that whole time. Matt watched as the rest of the people made it through the door, before he turned to me. He grinned, and I felt my throat dry, just the way he looked at me was enough to do it.
"Johnny-boy." he said, nearing me.
So in the two years I'd changed, I couldn't remember blushing, but now that Matt was there again, I was as red as a tomato probably. He stopped in front of me, smirking down at me in a way that reminded me of the time we were in the parking lot...on his car...I remembered it like it was yesterday, and I felt my cheeks heat even more.
"Told you I'd make my rounds." he said.
I cleared my throat, trying to regain my cool, and shrugged. "You waited till I was eighteen?" I asked. "If you were a real Devil you wouldn't have cared that I was underage."
He grinned again. "Well," he said, "If you don't want to be here, I could let you go. I'm kind full up of souls at the moment."
"No!" I quickly said, then I tore my gaze away from his face. The stupid sunglasses still bothered me. "I mean, no...there was no point in staying. So the truck..." I dared a small glance at him. "That was your doing?"
"I tried to warn you, Hellcat," he said. "'Creeping Death'. 'Devil Went Down to Georgia'. You just didn't take the hint."
"You warned me like a second before it happened." I said, holding my hand out in front of me as though that could help with me explaining. "What the Hell kind of warning is that?"
He rolled his eyes, and reached down, grabbing my wrist. His touch was firm and strong, but he wasn't being rough or anything. He pulled me to my feet.
"Stop your bitching." he said. "You're the one who wanted me."
"I didn't want you." I said. "I wanted a real man."
He slung an arm around my shoulders, almost knocking me to the floor, and he started leading me towards the door that had yet to be opened, the one on the left of the podium.
"Babe, a real man wouldn't be able to handle you." he said, using that cheeky voice I'd actually grown to miss.
"And you know this how?" I asked.
"I know this because of that time you begged me to fuck you on my car." he said.
"I did not beg!" I exclaimed, sounding horrified -- even to myself.
"Did so." Matt said, "I could see it in your eyes."
"No..." I tried, but that was it.
He grinned at me again, and we reached the door. He leaned over to grab the knob, and as he was opening it, I looked to the corner where Zack was now against the wall, once again lip-locked with Jimmy, the both of them completely oblivious to anything else around them. This must've went on all the time, because Matt ignored it, and pushed the door open.
This door led to a large room that was pretty much empty except for a big throne towards the back of the room, elevated on a few steps. The floor was black marble, like the hall, but spiny candelabras set out throughout the room, with (you guessed it) black candles were the only source of light.
"Wow," I said sarcastically. "Talk about fancy living."
"You haven't seen the bedroom yet." he replied, leading me to his throne.
"And why aren't we there yet?" I asked, as he let go of my wrist, and threw himself into the large chair, looking like it was made of human bone.
"Sometimes," he said sliding down in it, and stretching his legs out in front of him. "I just like to sit here, and bask in my power."
"What a loser." I said, "Cocky bastard."
He grinned up at me. "You would be too if you had little sixteen-year-old boys begging you to fuck them. Twice." he said.
"It was not twice!" I said, my voice taking on a higher pitch. "And I'm not sixteen anymore, remember?"
"You still look the same." he said with an indifferent shrug. "You'll always be the little nerdy kid who I got sick on Jäger."
I crossed my arms, and huffed, not saying any more. A moment or two later, Matt sat up straighter in his chair, and he glanced up at me, patting his thigh suggestively.
I snorted. "Why should I?" I asked.
"Cause I know you want to." he answered simply.
I rolled my eyes. "On one condition."
"Which is?"
"Take those sunglasses off." I demanded.
"Why?" he asked, a small laugh coming from him.
"Because I hate them." I said with a whine.
He nodded, reaching up and pulling the glasses off. He tucked them into his collar like he always used to do, but this wasn't good enough for me, and I reached over quickly, yanking them away from him, before I threw them across the room.
"You are so lucky I have more." he said, smirking.
I gave a shrug, returning the smirk now that I was happy they were gone, and I threw myself in his lap, pleased when he let out a short noise from the force I'd used.
"You're much heavier than I remember." he said, as I made myself comfortable, leaning back against his chest.
I rolled my eyes. "More cushion for the pushin'." I said, more so to myself. But he'd heard it.
He laughed quietly to himself, and I felt his teeth graze my earlobe. I'd been playing cool and casual, but in reality, my stomach was going insane, the knots were now tumbling and cartwheeling everywhere.
"So what kind of Devil closes the doors to Hell?" I snorted.
"The one who wants to spend time ramming his Hellcat's small ass." he said.
I started to choke on my tongue, and he ran his fingers through my hair, placing a light kiss to the back of my head. I took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm myself.
"Well, when do you think you'll be getting started on that?" I asked slowly. "Cause so far, Hell seems pretty fuckin' boring."
He laughed again, one of his hands sliding down my stomach to pat my thigh. My breathing stopped for a short minute as his hand was pretty much on my groin.
"I'm basking, remember?" he asked.
I gave a sigh, and he followed suit, before giving my thigh a pat again, and telling me to get up. I quickly obliged, and he stood as well. He grabbed my wrist again, seemingly too cool to be a romantic and grab my hand, and started pulling me off towards the other side of the room, where there was another door. I expected his room to be right on the other side, but when he pulled it open, the only thing that greeted us was a humongus flight of stairs.
I groaned, but followed him up them. It took forever to reach the top, and when we finally did, we ran into another door. He threw a glance at me, eyebrows raised, and I couldn't even meet his gaze. There was a kind of fire to his hazel eyes that went unmatched.
I raised my own eyebrows, a sign of 'Hurry the fuck up', and he grinned before pushing open the door. This was, no doubt, his bedroom. It was a large dark room, the floor was carpeted with black, and directly in the center of the room was a large, circular bed -- black bed covering. It was perfect, for lack of a better word, and I was led to question whether or not I was actually in Hell.
"Well?" he asked me, gesturing widely around the room.
I gave a snort, and shrugged my shoulders. "I've seen better." I said, "But I've seen worse, I guess."
He grinned, and grabbed my hips roughly, pulling me into him. My breath escaped me quickly as I was practically crushed against his chest, and before I could collect it, he leaned in to kiss me. For a moment, it felt like we hadn't been apart at all. It was weird, but I definitely wasn't complaining.
"So, Johnny-boy." he said, breaking the kiss, and starting to move us towards the bed -- he had slight difficulty because he was holding me so tightly. "You want me to fuck you? Right here? Right now?"
"I don't know." I replied. "I did say I wanted a real man."
He nipped at my bottom lip, before he shoved me almost roughly onto the bed. I pulled myself backwards onto it some more, and laid back, keeping myself propped up on my elbows. He pulled off his shirt, and I struggled to keep my eyes trained on his face -- not to let him know how much I loved the sight of him. He climbed into the bed with me, already straddling my hips, and he slowly crawled up my body until our faces were level with each other.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice quiet and husky.
"Did you miss me?" I countered.
"I asked you first." he replied, trying to be sly.
"I asked you second." I said.
He grinned. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
I pushed my hips up off the mattress into his. "I'll say you missed me a lot," I said smartly, when his already hard cock brushed against mine.
"What can I say?" he asked, "I haven't had anyone as good as you in a while."
I grinned, and reached up, sliding my arms around his neck, and pulling him down into a kiss. His fingers played with the bottom hem of my tee shirt, and he broke the kiss.
"So did you miss me?" he asked again.
"Well," I said. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about you once in those two years."
He smirked. "I'm taking that as a 'yes'."
"Do whatever you want, I don't care." I said.
"You've grown into such a firey bitch." he said in a playful growl, rolling his hips downwards, and crushing our erections together. "I love it."
I grinned, and stuck my tongue out at him. He leaned down, and caught it with his lips, turning our little play spat into a passionate kiss. The next time he broke the kiss, neither of us had to speak. Speaking time was over with, it was now time for the whole reason we came into the bedroom.
He sat up, starting to pull my shirt off, and I helped him get it off quickly. He tossed it to the floor, and gave me another kiss, starting on the belt I was wearing. I let him do all the work, he was a pampered little Devil, he had to do it sooner or later. The belt came out, was tossed to the floor, and then he quickly popped the button of my jeans, the zipper following not too long after. I was undressed in about five seconds flat, completely naked before him, and suddenly feeling very shy and awkward again.
"Tell me you want it, Johnny." he said. "I want to hear you."
"I want you to fuck me." I said, and he shook his head. My brow started to furrow, and then I grinned. "I want you to make love to me."
He grinned once more, leaning down and kissing me deeply again. As his tongue slid between my lips, he reached down to mess with his own pants. Within moments, he kicked them and his shoes off, before wasting no time in sliding between my legs.
"You're all grins down there." he said, running his fingers up my chest to my chin, where he then made a fist and playfully knocked it against my jaw.
"That's because I get my happy ending, and melt you into a lovable, undevilish kinda guy." I said.
He rolled his eyes, and moved the hand back to my chest, reaching down to pinch at one of my nipples lightly.
"Undevilish?" he asked, as I writhed around underneath of him. "I don't know about that."
"Oh shut up already," I replied, smacking his hand away. "Do me."
He laughed and leaned down to brush his lips against mine teasingly before he sat back up, and quickly spit into his hand. Such a familiar moment, and I was just basking in the glory of it all.
I watched as he coated his thick cock in his saliva, and then he looked down at me. I threw an innocent grin up at him, and he smirked, grabbing my hips and lining himself up. No time was wasted before he pushed into me.
Now it'd been two years since I was a bottom, I didn't do bottom for anyone -- and Brian'd been content with me always being top. So I wasn't gonna lie and say it didn't hurt, cause believe me, it did. I let out a small noise, and instinctively tried to move my hips away from his. He let me, but then after a moment, he followed, sliding his dick completely inside of me.
His lips met mine again as he started to pull out quickly, and the second time he thrust into me, I let out a small noise. His size allowed my spot to be breached with practically every thrust, and the pain was definitely masked by the amount of pleasure -- it'd been forever since the last time that thing was touched.
He gave a short laugh, muttering something about how I was such a 'horny slut', and I just grinned at him, breathless from my excitement. He thrust into me again, his movements becoming more rough now that I'd been initiated, and I groaned as his cock just barely brushed my prostate. He was such a tease.
He let out a small, grunt-like noise on another thrust, angling it just right this time so that I pushed my hips up to meet his, and said his name. Grinning, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to my jaw bone, before his warm tongue snaked its way up my cheek in some kind of primal sign of affection. If I wasn't so caught up in the heat of the moment, I may have been grossed out.
I dug my fingernails into the backs of his shoulders, and as he went to sit up again, I pulled him back down so that I could bite his bottom lip. He groaned, giving a harsh thrust that caused me to whimper, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth expectantly. I massaged it with my own like I was some kind of pro, but I had to stop suddenly for my body to give a spasm as his long fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick.
As he slowly started to stroke me out of tune with his thrusting, he ran his thumb over the head of my cock a few times, as his fingers squeezed tightly, causing me to moan again, and move my hips around beneath him, my poor body not knowing what to do because of the pleasure coming at me from two directions.
He kissed my neck sloppily, and buried his teeth into my collarbone, giving another short groan as he pushed his cock deeply inside of me. I tried to get out his name again, but all it came out as was an incoherent moan. He didn't complain or anything though, so I just disregarded it.
His thumb traced the vein that ran up my cock, and as it did, he pushed in on my skin, getting me to groan once more. I was like some kind of animal in heat, and he only seemed to like it. A violent thrust from him, sharply stabbing my prostate, and I bucked my hips up, crying out from the pleasure.
He leaned down, and caught my lips with his again, throwing his hips into mine once more. I moaned yet again, my stomach muscles pumping ferociously, and producing the warm sensation in my gut that was the warning of my approaching orgasm. I could've lasted longer, had Matt not been so good at hitting my sweet spot every time.
"Ah, God." I said breathlessly before I could stop myself.
"What was that?" he asked with a smirk, harshly thrusting into me again.
I moaned as his cock pushed into my prostate again. "Ugh, Lucifer." I managed to get out. "Fuck, Matt."
He grinned, and his lips returned to my neck. As he gave another thrust, I wasn't able to stop myself, and my orgasm started to hit me. I groaned, and bucked my hips up again, cumming mostly onto my stomach, but some of it ended up on the backs of his knuckles. As I let out a deep sigh, and felt my body start to tense up, and relax as it rode out my orgasm, Matt leaned up, making sure I made eye contact with him, before he lapped what was left of my juices from his hand like he was a cat drinking milk or something.
I reached up, entangling my fingers in his hair, and I pulled him down to kiss me once more. I could taste myself on him, as his tongue invaded my mouth, but I honestly didn't care at that moment. A few more thrusts into my now clenching hole, and his back stiffened slightly, as his own climax hit him.
He was much quieter as he came, no loud groaning like me. And when he was done, I felt that familiar surge of power released from his body before he pulled out of me, and collapsed beside me. We lay there like that for a while, just staring at the ceiling and enjoying our little buzzes. He rolled onto one side, propping himself up on one elbow.
"So, kid," he said, using his other hand to push me lightly with his fist. "There's a small chance I might be in love with you."
I grinned lazily at him, and reached over to smack his cheek lightly. "Maybe I'm in love with you too." I replied. "You never know."
He leaned over and kissed me again, before he threw an arm over me, and we both just kind of spaced out, just liking each other's company as the afterglow came over us. The smell of sex settled in the room, evidence of our lust, and I just grinned to myself. I'd gotten my happy ending.
End.
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