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Title: Dijinn and Tonic (2/2)
Series: Pixi Problems
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Length: apx. 12,000 words
Status: Complete
Warnings: M/M, Demon Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Rimming, Anal Sex, Humor, Sap
Summary: Bryan is hurt, lonely, and desperate to get back the girlfriend that left him so many months ago; but she won't even take his calls anymore, let alone see him or give him a second chance. He'll do anything to get her back, he's tried everything, but his last resort may also be the most dangerous... summoning a daemon to ask for help from the realm of the supernatural. It works, but now the question is, is Bryan willing to pay the price that this particular daemon demands?
Bryan had been looking down since the end of his tirade, his shame at venting like that in front of a virtual stranger at last catching up to him, but his head shot up at Frikx’ unexpected question. “Who said that she didn’t love me?”
“You did,” Frikx answered pointedly, “You might not have out and said the words, but those sure as hell don’t sound like the actions of someone that loves you.”
“She loves me,” Bryan said, sounding more certain than he felt, “I’m sure she did. Does.”
“Let me guess,” Frikx said, suddenly not wanting to talk about this any longer despite what he’d said earlier. The uncertainty and pain in Bryan’s big blue eyes was stabbing him right in the heart, and that made him uncomfortable for more than one reason. But he just couldn’t let it lie. “You’ve been with her a while, am I right? You probably can’t remember being with anyone else.”
Bryan didn’t answer. They both knew the truth.
“A word of advice, from someone who’s been there?”
Bryan didn’t say anything, but he let Frikx speak. The dijinn knew that he was listening.
“I had that same problem once,” he confided, “I was young and I was in love with someone who didn’t love me enough to accept me as I was. He never thought I was good enough. Nothing that I did was ever right. Luckily, I learned to love myself enough not to change before I let him really screw me up. Best thing I ever did was get away from that relationship.”
Bryan still didn’t say anything, but Frikx hoped that he had been heard. He, for one, had decided that he liked Bryan just as he was. To hell with anyone who wanted him to change.
Bryan continued to stay mute, but inside his mind and heart were a whirling tempest. Just a few words and a virtual stranger had hit on the heart of the matter with surprising ease. Was he really so transparent, or did he just wear his pain on his sleeve? He was loath to admit it, but he’d thought much the same things as had just been said a time or two himself, and Frikx had been absolutely right, he couldn’t remember a time without Natalie at his side. He was lost without her. He’d eventually been abandoned by everyone in his life, his alcoholic mother, the father that he’d never known, his step-dad, even his so-called friends who had given up on him without much of a fight and left him with nothing but Natalie. He couldn’t be completely alone. He just couldn’t.
At last, taking pity on the still silent human, Frikx took a step forward, took Bryan’s chin into one clawed hand and brought his face up until Bryan was looking right at him once again. He ran the pad of his thumb over the softness of the human’s lower lip, and in a voice gone once again rough and rumbling he purred, “I promised a night of mind-blowing sex, now didn’t I,” Bryan nodded, quiet for an entirely different reason than he had been moments before, “Then why are we wasting time talking?”
Bryan shuddered, his breath catching in his throat when at last his mouth was released from a searing kiss. He’d never been kissed like that before. Hell, he hadn’t thought it was possible to kiss like that! At least outside of a Hollywood film. From just one kiss he was breathless and slightly dizzy, his legs weak and his balance precarious at best. Even with Natalie he’d never felt so weak, yet so alive, just from a single kiss.
“Good to see that I haven’t lost my touch,” Frikx smiled against the side of Bryan’s lips, nibbling lightly at the tempting flesh before him before moving on to lick a line from jaw to temple just to feel Bryan shudder against him again. Not that he didn’t feel the effects of their passion as well, but he never had been able to keep his mouth shut, not even when he was working very hard at seduction.
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” Bryan said without much enthusiasm, smiling despite himself. “Don’t you ever shut up?”
Frikx pretended to consider the question for a moment, finally mumbling, his lips brushing against the place where Bryan’s neck met his shoulder, “No. Not really.”
With a supreme effort Bryan pushed against Frikx’ chest, reluctant to break contact but needing to do so before they went any further. “We should probably go upstairs. I have a nice big California king and there are condoms in my nightstand.”
“We don’t need either.”
“Excuse me,” One of Bryan’s sandy brows rose in question, “And why, pray tell, don’t we need either of those oh so important items?”
Frikx liked the way that Bryan’s eyebrows operated independently of each other. He’d tried to teach himself to do it a few decades back, but he’d never quite mastered the skill. He leaned down and kissed the arched brow affectionately before saying, “The condoms? I’m an immortal demon; we don’t spread, carry, or catch disease. Unless you’re worried about getting pregnant then it’s not going to be an issue.”
He never had enjoyed the feeling of latex against his most intimate areas, so he wouldn’t have argued after that explanation, but he had to know, “Please tell me you’re joking, because if I end up looking like I’m going as Arnold Schwarzenegger in Twins for Halloween then I’ll find a way to kill you with my bare hands, immortal or not.”
Frikx laughed, but he dragged one sharp claw back and forth across his massive chest, saying, “Cross my heart, babe. You’re safe with me.”
“And the bed?” He was almost afraid to ask.
Frikx looked sheepishly at the floor and mumbled something that Bryan couldn’t quite make out.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that last bit.”
“I said,” Frikx raised his head and his voice, “I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to get the spell right. As in, perfect. I can’t leave the circle until the contract is completed and sealed in blood, signed in triplicate, and photocopied and filed in the back of a drawer never to be seen again. Or you send me back. So, as much as I’d love to fuck you in the middle of a nice big bed, we’ll have to make do with what’s down here for now. And it’s your fault, by the way, so don’t complain later if you end up with a crick in your back or something.”
Bryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d actually done it right? He’d been told that he hadn’t done anything right in a very long time, so this was new and quite pleasantly surprising.
Bryan looked entirely too pleased with himself, he thought, so Frikx decided to go about humbling him a little. It was sure to be more fun than arguing. He closed the distance between them once again and claimed Bryan’s smugly smiling mouth, pleased with himself when the human moaned for him quite quickly. He worked at the silky soft lips, making certain that Bryan understood who was in charge. He nipped at his lower lip with sharp fangs, soothing the hurt with a moist, warm tongue, suckling and teasing until he’d earned another deep, needful groan of pleasure.
Bryan’s head was spinning. It was almost too much. He hadn’t realized until the moment that Frikx had warped his arms around him, holding their bodies so tightly together that he could feel their heartbeats beating a frantic counter rhythm to each other, just how much he had missed being touched, how much he had hungered for such simple contact. The forceful, controlling nature of the embrace was another thing that he hadn’t realized that he needed. He told himself that it was only for tonight, it was something that he could never have again, but he intended to lose himself in the moment and commit every touch and sensation to memory so that he could recall the sensations down to the most minute detail when times were dark and he needed something like this to get him by.
He’d tried, when first the suggestion had been made, to pretend that he was only doing this to get Natalie back. It was, however, becoming harder with each passing second to keep up the pretense. In the deepest depths of his secret heart he had to admit that he’d always wanted this. Always. And this was the perfect excuse to allow himself to indulge. However, if he thought about it too much Bryan knew that he would feel guilty, and justifiably so, both for cheating on Natalie with a man and for using Frikx to further his own selfish needs and his own deviant desires. So he decided not to think on it over much. It was for the best. Thinking too much was probably part of the reason that he found himself in his current unexpected predicament, pleasant though it was turning out to be.
Coherent thought, concerning guilt or otherwise, became impossible when a forked tongue that was much longer than it should have been snaked its way between Bryan’s parted lips. It felt as though Frikx was trying to eat him from the mouth down, his questing tongue reaching into usually untouched terrain, the sensual dance against his palate and the backs of this teeth exciting Bryan further. He could almost swear that the thing had a mind of its own, the two twin tips wrapping around his own slick muscle to tease and stroke in a way that drove him mad. It was a strange sensation, to be certain, but Bryan decided very quickly that he liked it. A lot.
While Frikx contented himself with devouring his new master’s sweet tasting mouth the human wrapped his arms around the larger male and seemed almost to try to climb him. His arms went around Frikx’ thick neck, the fingers of one hand twisted in dark strands of long, silky hair that was far softer than it had a right to be, while one long leg came to wrap around Frikx’ hip with surprising strength.
Frikx growled, a low rumbling sound that set his whole body to vibrating faintly, and Bryan would have been afraid had he not been so turned on. He would have been embarrassed too, at how easily he’d been reduced to a molten puddle of liquid hot heat that knew nothing save of need and desire, but he was keeping resolute in his decision to leave rational thought for another day. It was a decision that had not led him astray thus far. At least, not in a bad way, he quickly amended.
Lips that seemed to leave a trail of burning heat in their wake released Bryan’s mouth at last, leaving him gasping for much needed air, while they nipped and nibbled their way down the exposed side of his neck. The growl, which had never really stopped, grew deeper and louder before frighteningly sharp fangs bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder with only slightly less force than it would take to break the skin. Bryan found himself thrilled deep down by the prospect of his soon-to-be lover drawing blood. The revelation came as only a bit of a surprise to his lust-addled brain.
“Yes.”
As though he knew what he was asking for, Frikx answered with another growl, “Soon.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be your master,” Bryan shuddered, both at the breathless, needy sound of his voice, which was almost unrecognizable, and because of the things that the dijinn’s dexterous tongue was doing to him, “Shouldn’t I be the one giving orders?”
“That wasn’t exactly an order,” Frikx pointed out, “Besides, you like it. And we both know it.”
Bryan shrugged. What could he say, Frikx was right. “Just felt as though I should point out the decided lack of mastered-ness that you’re presenting.”
“Noted, agreed, and duly ignored,” Frikx smiled as he pulled back from Bryan, noting with satisfaction that the angry red mark that he’d worried into the younger man’s skin was certain to be visible for days. A mark of his ownership, no matter how temporary both would prove to be. “Now, if you really want to talk about orders, how’s this? Pants. Off. Now.”
Bryan decided, in that moment, that he did in fact rather enjoy taking orders. At lest ones that involved him getting naked with sexy mystical demons in the middle of his living room. He wasn’t entirely certain that he wasn’t imaging the whole thing, that he hadn’t fallen asleep while trying to decipher the ridiculous looking text, or that he hadn’t suddenly taken up hard-core drugs without telling himself, in which case he was probably blissed out of his mind and possibly laying in a pool of his own sick while his body dealt with the unfortunate effects of a possible overdose. Either way, fantasy, drug-induced coma, or the bizarreness of reality turned on its head, he didn’t really need his pants for any of it. So, off they went.
“Commando,” the brows, arched high on an exotically handsome face, were almost as dark as the skin that they rested upon. For some unexplainable reason Bryan had a sudden urge to stand on tiptoe and lick one of the graceful lines that they made just to see if he’d taste of blueberries or sweet, dark raspberries, but he held himself in check and chose instead to put his hands on his hips and pretend not to be embarrassed while he glared at his companion.
“What of it?”
“Nothing,” Frikx thought that the glare, halfhearted though it was, and the pseudo-confident stance was quite adorable. Saying so might result in him being left hard, wanting, and stuck in the magick circle while Bryan went upstairs by himself though, so he wisely held his tongue and kept that particular opinion to himself. “I just didn’t think you were the sort is all. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He added, just for good measure, “Master.”
Bryan ignored the teasing mockery in the last word and asked instead, “If I’m naked shouldn’t you be too? I think it’s time for you to lose your pants.”
“Well,” Frikx teased, drawing out the one word as much as possible, “I was trying to be nice, but if you insist.”
“Nice?”
“Well, you humans are notorious for scaring so easily. I didn’t want you to freak out when you saw what I’m packing, considering what I’m going to do to you with it in just a little while. But, if you insist…”
Bryan snorted. “Scared? Not likely,” there was a note of challenge to his voice that belied the swirling pit of nerves that his stomach had suddenly become, “Bring it on, big boy.”
“You’ve no idea,” Frikx teased confidently. His clawed fingertips grazed his skin as they slid down to the ties of his leather pants, heightening his need even further, his eyes locked with Bryan’s until curiosity or trepidation won out and the human let his gaze follow the path that the dijinn’s hands had just traveled. It was a boost to Frikx’ already healthy ego when Bryan’s pale blue eyes widened when they caught sight of the heavy bulge that distorted the otherwise smooth expanse of dark leather. The gasp, which he didn’t even attempt to disguise, that came when the laces were pulled away and leather was deftly smoothed over blue hips, past muscled thighs and long blue legs was even more satisfying.
Frikx let the leather pool around his feet, then stepped out of it and stalked over to where Bryan was standing, pulling him hard against his body, a gasp of his own pulled from him when his naked body met the heat of the human’s flesh. They were both already achingly hard, and the feeling of his shaft rubbing against the smoothness of Bryan’s stomach while the smaller man’s cock ground against his thigh was immensely satisfying and extremely erotic. He’d had some arrogant remark about whether Bryan saw anything that he liked ready and resting upon the tips of his tongue, but suddenly talking didn’t seem nearly as good an option as other things that he could be doing to the willing body that he now held in his arms.
Frikx claimed Bryan’s mouth again, intent on leaving the human breathless and trembling, not letting him go until he felt Bryan’s knees weaken. He easily took the brunt of the smaller man’s weight in his arms, silently congratulating himself while at the same time wondering where the young human had learned to kiss well enough to leave him breathless. He felt uncharacteristically jealous at the thought, the knowledge that someone must have been there to teach him his technique, but he quickly pushed the idea out of his mind along with the unreasonable anger that accompanied it. He had no claim on the human, save for the moment, just as it always was. It was the way of his kind. Better to enjoy what they had while they had it and not worry about before or after.
He contented himself with tasting again the flesh of a sinewy neck, but still the unreasoning anger, the possessive urge to claim and keep would not leave him. So, in an effort to push the strange urges from his mind he fell back on familiar patterns, “Mmm… cherry. My favorite flavor.”
The comment earned him the expected response, and he was once again able to smile as Bryan shouted in an outraged voice, “I’m not a virgin! My girlfriend and I had sex all the time.”
“Girlfriend,” he pointed out, “girl being the key word. This is different.”
Bryan wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Partially because it was a solid argument, but mostly because he was suddenly spun around without warning, strong hands manipulating his body as though he were a doll until his hands were braced on the arm of the sofa with his feet flat on the floor and wide apart. The position left him feeling exposed, but that thrilled him far more than it frightened or annoyed him. He could feel Frikx’ gaze, hot and needy, watching him and just the thought of the demon’s eyes on him while he stood naked and vulnerable hardened him even further. He whimpered, and he didn’t care that Frikx could hear it.
Bryan’s heart was pounding in his chest, the sound so loud in his own ears that it drown out everything else, leaving him to wonder if Frikx could hear it too. He might have asked, but he couldn’t seem to make his tongue work properly, and only the occasional moan escaped his panting lips. The longer he stood there the more the slight trembling of his body increased, and Frikx had yet to lay so much as a finger on him. He was beyond wondering how, or especially why, the demon dijinn had such an effect on him; he only knew that he wanted. Needed. Desperately, in a way that he hadn’t wanted or needed anything in a very long time, if ever. And what he needed the most was to feel Frikx’ hands on him.
No matter how good he felt, his compliance could only last so long without anything happening, and Bryan mustered enough presence of mind, momentarily, to lift his head and send a searching glance over his shoulder. He’d intended to ask him what was taking so long and whether he had changed his mind, but his pale blue eyes caught only a wink and a smirk before he was treated to the sight of Frikx falling gracefully to his knees in one fluid motion to rest on the floor behind Bryan.
What his lover might be planning did not immediately dawn on Bryan, his mind felt hazy with long pent up lust, and before his mind had come up with a suggestion the need for explanations became moot. Smirk still firmly in place, Frikx placed one of his big hands on each of the perky globes of Bryan’s ass and parted the flesh, darting forward to swipe that impossibly long tongue from cleft to balls in one long lick that brought a startled sound halfway between a squeal and a groan from his human lover.
“Like I said,” Frikx teased between licks, thoroughly enjoying the increasingly verbal evidence of his human’s pleasure, “Cherry.”
Bryan had never experienced anything like Frikx’ tongue on his previously untouched, at least in such an erotic manner, flesh. And he decided instantly that he liked it. A lot. The teasing tongue slid back and forth across his cleft, circling the sensitive skin around Bryan’s puckered opening, wringing ever louder and more impassioned moans from Bryan with each firm swipe. It was all that he could do to lock his knees in place in an attempt to keep his body upright. He didn’t want to do anything to dislodge Frikx from his position directly behind him, and he pushed his upper body more firmly into the soft fabric of the couch as he simultaneously pushed his ass imploringly back towards Frikx. He was rewarded with a none too gentle push of Frikx’ slick tongue at his opening, the muscle sliding easily inside to further tempt and tease.
Frikx was thrilled with the reactions that he was getting from Bryan. He’d been afraid that the younger man, hardly more than a boy compared to his generations of experience, would be fearful or reluctant to give in, despite the desire that he had seen and felt in the human’s heavy gaze. But it seemed that he was more than man enough to admit when he had needs and desires, and giving in to those needs had proven to be the most natural thing in the world for Bryan. The way that he threw himself into their passion, heartfelt and trusting in his every move, proved to the dijinn just how touch-starved his lover had been. How much he was in desperate need of a bit of attention, erotic or otherwise. It made him desire him even more, and left him feeling both protective and possessive, making him want to own the boy, mind, body, and soul. It also left him feeling decidedly reluctant. He could have him, if only for the night, a few at most. Then he would hand him over to a woman that, though he had yet to meet her, he knew that he hated. She would be cold and heartless even if she took him back, and although he had only known Bryan for a short time he could tell that he was sensitive and caring, and deserved so much better than what the woman who had left him heartbroken and alone would ever give him. But that was exactly what he would do. Hand over Bryan to the fate that he had chosen. It was what he had been summoned for, and he had spent centuries performing his duties to perfection. A few misplaced feelings and a bit of affection for a human that he didn’t know would not, could not, change that.
Bryan felt Frikx’ attentions change, ever so slightly, to become something harder, more forceful, almost angry as the large, clawed hands pulled his cheeks further apart and the tongue within him quested deeper and with an almost desperate aggression. It should have scared him, the power of the man who had him at his mercy, but instead it sent a surge of heat through his blood and he whined with need and desire as he begged for more. He felt like his entire body was on fire, and he loved it. He felt as though he’d been asleep for most of his life, but suddenly every nerve ending was alive with feeling, and he was assaulted with sensations that he’d never before felt; everything was new and exciting. He’d never have thought that, months ago when Natalie had left him and he’d become desperate not to be left alone, that this was where his path for peace would take him. Naked, bent over the arm of his couch while a giant blue dijinn ate out his ass, moaning like a whore and loving it. He let out a sudden short burst of laughter, not sure why he found the whole situation suddenly funny, but unable to restrain himself all the same.
“Something funny,” Frikx wanted to know, pulling back after one last, quick kiss to the pucker that had been the center of his attention, “Because, you know, I’ve done this a time or two. Laughter isn’t usually the response that I get.”
“No,” Bryan answered breathlessly. It was all he could do not to beg Frikx to go back to what he had been doing, and saying anything else, talking about anything but please and now and put your tongue back where it belongs, was difficult to say the least. “It’s not that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Good,” Frikx used sharp teeth to nip at the fleshy globe before him, a chuckle of his own escaping when Bryan yipped like a small dog and jumped ever so slightly, “Could be enough to wound a guy’s pride, make him think he’d lost his touch.”
Bryan only shook his head. Frikx had definitely not lost his touch. In fact, if he had then Bryan was afraid to know what it would feel like to be at his mercy when he was operating at one-hundred percent! He couldn’t tell him, however, because he was suddenly far too busy trying to catch his breath. While he’d been distracted Frikx had obviously grabbed the bottle of oil that Bryan had used to anoint his body with when the ritual had begun, because the two thick fingers that had been thrust into him without warning were slick and easily slid into his already relaxed opening. It probably should have felt strange, having never had anyone touch him there before, but instead Bryan found that his body almost instantly relaxed into the touch, and he was moving in counterpoint to the gentle but insistent thrusting in mere moments.
The kid’s a natural, Frikx thought as he added a third finger and found little resistance. Bryan was thrusting his hips back in counterpoint to the movement of his fingers, becoming more insistent with each push, letting him in, welcoming him, all the while making needful little noises in the back of his throat that set Frikx’ very blood on fire. He needed Bryan suddenly as he’d needed no one before him, and it was only through an extreme act of control that he wasn’t already inside of the handsome young human. He had wanted to take him, hard and fast, from the moment that he had gotten Bryan out of his clothes and had first seen that lovely body exposed to his hungry gaze. But he got the distinct impression that Bryan had never been properly taken before, and not just in the sense that he had never bedded a man before. He wanted to show him all of the things that he had been missing, wanted to make love to him, touch every inch of him and catch his passions aflame before they fell into oblivion together. That, however, required patience. Patience that was quickly wearing thin as Bryan began to beg, going between needful entireties and heartfelt demands.
Bryan’s skin was smooth and unblemished with a slight golden tinting that Frikx just knew would sparkle like it was dusted with gold in the candlelight, and he now wished that he had stopped Bryan from blowing out the candles earlier. A little ambient light would have made the whole experience that much more enthralling.
His fingers still moving inside of Bryan, Frikx leaned forward a bit and put his long, agile tongue again to good use. Starting with a gentle kiss at the base of Bryan’s spine, Frikx regained his feet and began to trace a path from his tailbone up along the bumpy ridges of his spine. He circled each mound of bone with the tips of his tongue before moving on to the next, taking his time, biting occasionally just to get an even better taste of his delectable partner.
Bryan was in heaven. No one had ever paid this much attention to him, clothed or otherwise, and although a part of him bristled at the utter lack of control that he felt he wisely chose to ignore that part of himself in favor of the pleasure of a skilled and knowledgeable older lover. But it wasn’t just the talent that Frikx showed for bringing Bryan’s blood to a boil, for making every nerve ending feel as though it were finally awake, that had him enthralled. It was the care, the tenderness and gentleness that he felt emanating from the other man, that had his heart beating a tattoo that threatened to burst right out of his chest. Very few words had been said aside from their earlier teasing, but still it felt as though he were hearing whispered endearments in every touch. It was as though he were the demon’s precious lover, not just a human “master” who was trading a night of easy sex for a favor asked and rendered. It excited him and scared him all at the same time. It also made him just that little bit sad for knowing it for the lie that it was.
A sharp bite just where shoulder met neck brought Bryan back to the present, and the voice in his ear held the hint of a growl that excited rather than frightened him, “You’re somewhere else again, boy. I thought I told you that we were only doing this if you were one-hundred percent certain; if this was what you wanted, not just what you needed to do to get what you wanted.”
“It is,” Bryan said, utterly truthful, “I do want this.” The teeth sank back into his flesh, harder this time, sure to leave a mark. Taking penance while giving pleasure. “Yesss!”
Teeth still embedded in the tender flesh of Bryan’s neck, Frikx removed his fingers and sank his cock into the human every bit as deeply as his fangs. He slid forward in one smooth easy motion, meeting little resistance, his growl a continual rumbling of passion and need. He didn’t stop until his hips rested flush against Bryan’s ass and he tasted the first bitter sweet tang of blood in his mouth.
The heat of Frikx’ body, draped over him from shoulder to toes, covering him completely in a blanket of heat and sweat, was almost overwhelming. The fangs in his neck, the blood trickling down his chest in sticky rivulets, and the cock skewering him, splitting him open and filling him completely, was a mixture of pain and pleasure that he’d never known that he craved. He knew now. His knees threatened to buckle under the weight and the onslaught of the massive daemon that was working his body as though Bryan had been made only to please him and to be pleasured by him, but a mixture of need and determination forced his body to match the steady rhythm that Frikx was setting. He pushed his hips back as best he could, his arms braced on the arm of the couch, back arching as he cried out again and again. The power in Frikx’ every movement made him tremble, the heights of his pleasure growing with each passing moment, and the masterful way that he played his body nearly brought tears to Bryan’s eyes. The words that wanted to fall from his lips came tumbling out instead as unintelligible babbling that none the less got his point across. This was an ancient ritual that called for no words at all.
Frikx couldn’t get enough. Not of the tangy, addictive taste of his human’s blood, teeth sinking deeper with each cry and shudder, not of the unimaginable tightness of the hot, slick channel that surrounded his cock, and not of the screams and moans and whimpers that came as a continual stream of desire and demand from lips that were still swollen from his kisses. And most certainly not of the heartbeat that beat a frantic rhythm against the palm of the hand on Bryan’s chest, echoing his own erratic pulse. Magick was thick on the air, although none had been called since he had manifest, and it crackled and snapped around them as they raced together towards oblivion. It pushed them on, amplified their desires and drove them forward, ever closer. Together.
It had been far too long since he’d been touched, and never as he was now, so it was inevitable that Bryan couldn’t last long. Certainly not for as long as he’d wanted to. He needed to come, needed that release that he’d felt denied for so long, but at the same time he never wanted this, whatever it was, to end. He knew that he would be lucky if he should feel even a tenth of this passion with any other lover, any other time from that day forward, and he wanted to savor each and every sensation and commit it to memory. But the overload of feelings was simply too much, and with nothing more than the powerful thrusts of Frikx’ cock and the sharp bite of his fangs to push him over the edge Bryan was coming hard and shouting his lover’s name until he was hoarse.
His lover’s climax triggered his own, and with the wonderful, fluttering tightness of Bryan’s channel to milk him of his seed he came with a growl, stilling their bodies as he took his pleasure and gave in kind. He let his lover scream his release, drowning out the low, rumbling growl that was continual while he emptied his essence into Bryan. When at last he was done he felt more deeply drained than he would after even the most complicated ritual or spell, and with their passions spent he had nothing left to sustain him. He fell to his knees, still wedded to his human lover, dragging them both down to the blessedly cool wooden floorboards. There they lay, panting, their heartbeats calming as the air-conditioning cooled their heated skin.
Bryan whimpered one last time as Frikx at long last withdrew his fangs from his neck, the pleasure of the bite having faded with his orgasm, but he found himself oddly relieved when that was all that the dijinn removed. He knew that he should have been uncomfortable now that the act was over, but he was in no great hurry to feel their last connection broken and he settled comfortably back against Frikx’ chest when a large arm was flung across his waist and he was pulled back to nestle in the shadow of the demon’s body, still connected by the bigger man’s organ within him. He gave a contented sigh and let his eyes drift closed, feeling no need for words at the moment.
Frikx knew that he should probably say something, or at least ought to release Bryan and put some distance between them, but he couldn’t quite make himself move or let go of his lover. For the first time in a very long time he was calm and at peace, and although their deal was now complete, formalized in the sharing of blood and body, he in no way wanted to be done with the young man that was curled in his arms. Something told him that he wouldn’t be for a very long time to come either. If ever. And that left them with quite a problem, whether the human knew it or not. He somehow suspected that he just might.
“Bryan,” Frikx’ voice was barely a whisper, just in case Bryan had drifted off to sleep. After the thoroughness of their lovemaking, he wouldn’t be at all surprised if he’d worn the human out. Hells, even he could barely keep his eyes opened!
A mumble of assent was all that he got, but it was at least an answer.
“Your bedroom’s upstairs, right?”
Another murmured answer. Frikx smiled and forced himself to move. He regretfully disentangled himself from Bryan, pulled him back into his arms, and rose in one fluid motion with the human once again wrapped in his arms. His smile grew when Bryan’s arms, as though through instinct, wrapped around his neck as he snuggled closer into the cradle of his arms.
Bryan could tell that they were moving, but his mind continued to float in the haze of post-coital exhaustion, nearly asleep but just barely conscious. He neither knew nor cared where they were going so long as he was being held. Then there was softness underneath him, and warmth behind him, and he relaxed even further. He was almost completely lost to sleep when he heard a now familiar, deep rumbling voice speaking quietly next to his ear.
“…Better,” the words were softly spoken, more sentiment than substance, “…Need… Don’t…”
“Huh,” he hadn’t quite caught what was being said, and his mind was slow to come around. The connection between mouth and mind was even slower.
“I was saying,” Frikx hadn’t really meant to be heard, or expected an answer, but neither could he hold his tongue, “That I’m not sure that this will work. I’m not sure that I can do it. Not now.”
Bryan wasn’t sure why, or what he meant, but his heart plummeted when he heard those words. Then he remembered how everything had started, why he was in bed with a demon to begin with, and he struggled to make things make sense once again. This meant the spell, or something to do with it, not them. There was no them. He blamed it on exhaustion and wisely kept silent, doing his best to school his face and remain as neutral looking as possible.
Frikx smiled as Bryan looked to be finally coming around, but he was becoming slightly worried about the calm, seemingly disinterested expression that Bryan wore. He’d been so open and unguarded only moments before. But, he’d started it, so he told himself that he had nothing to lose and pressed on; asking the one question that was foremost in his mind. The only one that mattered. “Are you sure you want her back?”
Bryan blinked, stared at Frikx, and blinked again. It wasn’t what he’d expected to be asked. Why wouldn’t he want Natalie back, he’d gone to the trouble of summoning a demon just to win her heart. He needed her… didn’t he?
Frikx allowed himself to feel the rush of hope that sprang, uninvited, into his heart when he received no immediate answer. He said exactly what he was thinking, “You don’t seem too enthusiastic. Any particular reason?”
None that he was willing to admit to.
Frikx laughed, too tired to explore the reasons any longer but happy none the less, and he flopped back onto his back and pulled Bryan down with him. The human went without resistance.
“You know, I think I need to check this chick out before I hand you over without a fight.” Bryan looked like he might have something to say, but Frikx silenced him with a quick kiss and then pushed the blond head down to rest on his shoulder, his eyes closing as he at last let himself relax. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around for a while.”
Bryan didn’t say anything. Mostly because it sounded like a good idea. A very good idea.
The End
This is the first thing that I've completed in a long time (I've spent most of my time editing past projects lately) so my muse is hungry for reviews. Don't make me beg, okay guys? Pretty please.
Series: Pixi Problems
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Length: apx. 12,000 words
Status: Complete
Warnings: M/M, Demon Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Rimming, Anal Sex, Humor, Sap
Summary: Bryan is hurt, lonely, and desperate to get back the girlfriend that left him so many months ago; but she won't even take his calls anymore, let alone see him or give him a second chance. He'll do anything to get her back, he's tried everything, but his last resort may also be the most dangerous... summoning a daemon to ask for help from the realm of the supernatural. It works, but now the question is, is Bryan willing to pay the price that this particular daemon demands?
Bryan had been looking down since the end of his tirade, his shame at venting like that in front of a virtual stranger at last catching up to him, but his head shot up at Frikx’ unexpected question. “Who said that she didn’t love me?”
“You did,” Frikx answered pointedly, “You might not have out and said the words, but those sure as hell don’t sound like the actions of someone that loves you.”
“She loves me,” Bryan said, sounding more certain than he felt, “I’m sure she did. Does.”
“Let me guess,” Frikx said, suddenly not wanting to talk about this any longer despite what he’d said earlier. The uncertainty and pain in Bryan’s big blue eyes was stabbing him right in the heart, and that made him uncomfortable for more than one reason. But he just couldn’t let it lie. “You’ve been with her a while, am I right? You probably can’t remember being with anyone else.”
Bryan didn’t answer. They both knew the truth.
“A word of advice, from someone who’s been there?”
Bryan didn’t say anything, but he let Frikx speak. The dijinn knew that he was listening.
“I had that same problem once,” he confided, “I was young and I was in love with someone who didn’t love me enough to accept me as I was. He never thought I was good enough. Nothing that I did was ever right. Luckily, I learned to love myself enough not to change before I let him really screw me up. Best thing I ever did was get away from that relationship.”
Bryan still didn’t say anything, but Frikx hoped that he had been heard. He, for one, had decided that he liked Bryan just as he was. To hell with anyone who wanted him to change.
Bryan continued to stay mute, but inside his mind and heart were a whirling tempest. Just a few words and a virtual stranger had hit on the heart of the matter with surprising ease. Was he really so transparent, or did he just wear his pain on his sleeve? He was loath to admit it, but he’d thought much the same things as had just been said a time or two himself, and Frikx had been absolutely right, he couldn’t remember a time without Natalie at his side. He was lost without her. He’d eventually been abandoned by everyone in his life, his alcoholic mother, the father that he’d never known, his step-dad, even his so-called friends who had given up on him without much of a fight and left him with nothing but Natalie. He couldn’t be completely alone. He just couldn’t.
At last, taking pity on the still silent human, Frikx took a step forward, took Bryan’s chin into one clawed hand and brought his face up until Bryan was looking right at him once again. He ran the pad of his thumb over the softness of the human’s lower lip, and in a voice gone once again rough and rumbling he purred, “I promised a night of mind-blowing sex, now didn’t I,” Bryan nodded, quiet for an entirely different reason than he had been moments before, “Then why are we wasting time talking?”
Bryan shuddered, his breath catching in his throat when at last his mouth was released from a searing kiss. He’d never been kissed like that before. Hell, he hadn’t thought it was possible to kiss like that! At least outside of a Hollywood film. From just one kiss he was breathless and slightly dizzy, his legs weak and his balance precarious at best. Even with Natalie he’d never felt so weak, yet so alive, just from a single kiss.
“Good to see that I haven’t lost my touch,” Frikx smiled against the side of Bryan’s lips, nibbling lightly at the tempting flesh before him before moving on to lick a line from jaw to temple just to feel Bryan shudder against him again. Not that he didn’t feel the effects of their passion as well, but he never had been able to keep his mouth shut, not even when he was working very hard at seduction.
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” Bryan said without much enthusiasm, smiling despite himself. “Don’t you ever shut up?”
Frikx pretended to consider the question for a moment, finally mumbling, his lips brushing against the place where Bryan’s neck met his shoulder, “No. Not really.”
With a supreme effort Bryan pushed against Frikx’ chest, reluctant to break contact but needing to do so before they went any further. “We should probably go upstairs. I have a nice big California king and there are condoms in my nightstand.”
“We don’t need either.”
“Excuse me,” One of Bryan’s sandy brows rose in question, “And why, pray tell, don’t we need either of those oh so important items?”
Frikx liked the way that Bryan’s eyebrows operated independently of each other. He’d tried to teach himself to do it a few decades back, but he’d never quite mastered the skill. He leaned down and kissed the arched brow affectionately before saying, “The condoms? I’m an immortal demon; we don’t spread, carry, or catch disease. Unless you’re worried about getting pregnant then it’s not going to be an issue.”
He never had enjoyed the feeling of latex against his most intimate areas, so he wouldn’t have argued after that explanation, but he had to know, “Please tell me you’re joking, because if I end up looking like I’m going as Arnold Schwarzenegger in Twins for Halloween then I’ll find a way to kill you with my bare hands, immortal or not.”
Frikx laughed, but he dragged one sharp claw back and forth across his massive chest, saying, “Cross my heart, babe. You’re safe with me.”
“And the bed?” He was almost afraid to ask.
Frikx looked sheepishly at the floor and mumbled something that Bryan couldn’t quite make out.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that last bit.”
“I said,” Frikx raised his head and his voice, “I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to get the spell right. As in, perfect. I can’t leave the circle until the contract is completed and sealed in blood, signed in triplicate, and photocopied and filed in the back of a drawer never to be seen again. Or you send me back. So, as much as I’d love to fuck you in the middle of a nice big bed, we’ll have to make do with what’s down here for now. And it’s your fault, by the way, so don’t complain later if you end up with a crick in your back or something.”
Bryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d actually done it right? He’d been told that he hadn’t done anything right in a very long time, so this was new and quite pleasantly surprising.
Bryan looked entirely too pleased with himself, he thought, so Frikx decided to go about humbling him a little. It was sure to be more fun than arguing. He closed the distance between them once again and claimed Bryan’s smugly smiling mouth, pleased with himself when the human moaned for him quite quickly. He worked at the silky soft lips, making certain that Bryan understood who was in charge. He nipped at his lower lip with sharp fangs, soothing the hurt with a moist, warm tongue, suckling and teasing until he’d earned another deep, needful groan of pleasure.
Bryan’s head was spinning. It was almost too much. He hadn’t realized until the moment that Frikx had warped his arms around him, holding their bodies so tightly together that he could feel their heartbeats beating a frantic counter rhythm to each other, just how much he had missed being touched, how much he had hungered for such simple contact. The forceful, controlling nature of the embrace was another thing that he hadn’t realized that he needed. He told himself that it was only for tonight, it was something that he could never have again, but he intended to lose himself in the moment and commit every touch and sensation to memory so that he could recall the sensations down to the most minute detail when times were dark and he needed something like this to get him by.
He’d tried, when first the suggestion had been made, to pretend that he was only doing this to get Natalie back. It was, however, becoming harder with each passing second to keep up the pretense. In the deepest depths of his secret heart he had to admit that he’d always wanted this. Always. And this was the perfect excuse to allow himself to indulge. However, if he thought about it too much Bryan knew that he would feel guilty, and justifiably so, both for cheating on Natalie with a man and for using Frikx to further his own selfish needs and his own deviant desires. So he decided not to think on it over much. It was for the best. Thinking too much was probably part of the reason that he found himself in his current unexpected predicament, pleasant though it was turning out to be.
Coherent thought, concerning guilt or otherwise, became impossible when a forked tongue that was much longer than it should have been snaked its way between Bryan’s parted lips. It felt as though Frikx was trying to eat him from the mouth down, his questing tongue reaching into usually untouched terrain, the sensual dance against his palate and the backs of this teeth exciting Bryan further. He could almost swear that the thing had a mind of its own, the two twin tips wrapping around his own slick muscle to tease and stroke in a way that drove him mad. It was a strange sensation, to be certain, but Bryan decided very quickly that he liked it. A lot.
While Frikx contented himself with devouring his new master’s sweet tasting mouth the human wrapped his arms around the larger male and seemed almost to try to climb him. His arms went around Frikx’ thick neck, the fingers of one hand twisted in dark strands of long, silky hair that was far softer than it had a right to be, while one long leg came to wrap around Frikx’ hip with surprising strength.
Frikx growled, a low rumbling sound that set his whole body to vibrating faintly, and Bryan would have been afraid had he not been so turned on. He would have been embarrassed too, at how easily he’d been reduced to a molten puddle of liquid hot heat that knew nothing save of need and desire, but he was keeping resolute in his decision to leave rational thought for another day. It was a decision that had not led him astray thus far. At least, not in a bad way, he quickly amended.
Lips that seemed to leave a trail of burning heat in their wake released Bryan’s mouth at last, leaving him gasping for much needed air, while they nipped and nibbled their way down the exposed side of his neck. The growl, which had never really stopped, grew deeper and louder before frighteningly sharp fangs bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder with only slightly less force than it would take to break the skin. Bryan found himself thrilled deep down by the prospect of his soon-to-be lover drawing blood. The revelation came as only a bit of a surprise to his lust-addled brain.
“Yes.”
As though he knew what he was asking for, Frikx answered with another growl, “Soon.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be your master,” Bryan shuddered, both at the breathless, needy sound of his voice, which was almost unrecognizable, and because of the things that the dijinn’s dexterous tongue was doing to him, “Shouldn’t I be the one giving orders?”
“That wasn’t exactly an order,” Frikx pointed out, “Besides, you like it. And we both know it.”
Bryan shrugged. What could he say, Frikx was right. “Just felt as though I should point out the decided lack of mastered-ness that you’re presenting.”
“Noted, agreed, and duly ignored,” Frikx smiled as he pulled back from Bryan, noting with satisfaction that the angry red mark that he’d worried into the younger man’s skin was certain to be visible for days. A mark of his ownership, no matter how temporary both would prove to be. “Now, if you really want to talk about orders, how’s this? Pants. Off. Now.”
Bryan decided, in that moment, that he did in fact rather enjoy taking orders. At lest ones that involved him getting naked with sexy mystical demons in the middle of his living room. He wasn’t entirely certain that he wasn’t imaging the whole thing, that he hadn’t fallen asleep while trying to decipher the ridiculous looking text, or that he hadn’t suddenly taken up hard-core drugs without telling himself, in which case he was probably blissed out of his mind and possibly laying in a pool of his own sick while his body dealt with the unfortunate effects of a possible overdose. Either way, fantasy, drug-induced coma, or the bizarreness of reality turned on its head, he didn’t really need his pants for any of it. So, off they went.
“Commando,” the brows, arched high on an exotically handsome face, were almost as dark as the skin that they rested upon. For some unexplainable reason Bryan had a sudden urge to stand on tiptoe and lick one of the graceful lines that they made just to see if he’d taste of blueberries or sweet, dark raspberries, but he held himself in check and chose instead to put his hands on his hips and pretend not to be embarrassed while he glared at his companion.
“What of it?”
“Nothing,” Frikx thought that the glare, halfhearted though it was, and the pseudo-confident stance was quite adorable. Saying so might result in him being left hard, wanting, and stuck in the magick circle while Bryan went upstairs by himself though, so he wisely held his tongue and kept that particular opinion to himself. “I just didn’t think you were the sort is all. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He added, just for good measure, “Master.”
Bryan ignored the teasing mockery in the last word and asked instead, “If I’m naked shouldn’t you be too? I think it’s time for you to lose your pants.”
“Well,” Frikx teased, drawing out the one word as much as possible, “I was trying to be nice, but if you insist.”
“Nice?”
“Well, you humans are notorious for scaring so easily. I didn’t want you to freak out when you saw what I’m packing, considering what I’m going to do to you with it in just a little while. But, if you insist…”
Bryan snorted. “Scared? Not likely,” there was a note of challenge to his voice that belied the swirling pit of nerves that his stomach had suddenly become, “Bring it on, big boy.”
“You’ve no idea,” Frikx teased confidently. His clawed fingertips grazed his skin as they slid down to the ties of his leather pants, heightening his need even further, his eyes locked with Bryan’s until curiosity or trepidation won out and the human let his gaze follow the path that the dijinn’s hands had just traveled. It was a boost to Frikx’ already healthy ego when Bryan’s pale blue eyes widened when they caught sight of the heavy bulge that distorted the otherwise smooth expanse of dark leather. The gasp, which he didn’t even attempt to disguise, that came when the laces were pulled away and leather was deftly smoothed over blue hips, past muscled thighs and long blue legs was even more satisfying.
Frikx let the leather pool around his feet, then stepped out of it and stalked over to where Bryan was standing, pulling him hard against his body, a gasp of his own pulled from him when his naked body met the heat of the human’s flesh. They were both already achingly hard, and the feeling of his shaft rubbing against the smoothness of Bryan’s stomach while the smaller man’s cock ground against his thigh was immensely satisfying and extremely erotic. He’d had some arrogant remark about whether Bryan saw anything that he liked ready and resting upon the tips of his tongue, but suddenly talking didn’t seem nearly as good an option as other things that he could be doing to the willing body that he now held in his arms.
Frikx claimed Bryan’s mouth again, intent on leaving the human breathless and trembling, not letting him go until he felt Bryan’s knees weaken. He easily took the brunt of the smaller man’s weight in his arms, silently congratulating himself while at the same time wondering where the young human had learned to kiss well enough to leave him breathless. He felt uncharacteristically jealous at the thought, the knowledge that someone must have been there to teach him his technique, but he quickly pushed the idea out of his mind along with the unreasonable anger that accompanied it. He had no claim on the human, save for the moment, just as it always was. It was the way of his kind. Better to enjoy what they had while they had it and not worry about before or after.
He contented himself with tasting again the flesh of a sinewy neck, but still the unreasoning anger, the possessive urge to claim and keep would not leave him. So, in an effort to push the strange urges from his mind he fell back on familiar patterns, “Mmm… cherry. My favorite flavor.”
The comment earned him the expected response, and he was once again able to smile as Bryan shouted in an outraged voice, “I’m not a virgin! My girlfriend and I had sex all the time.”
“Girlfriend,” he pointed out, “girl being the key word. This is different.”
Bryan wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Partially because it was a solid argument, but mostly because he was suddenly spun around without warning, strong hands manipulating his body as though he were a doll until his hands were braced on the arm of the sofa with his feet flat on the floor and wide apart. The position left him feeling exposed, but that thrilled him far more than it frightened or annoyed him. He could feel Frikx’ gaze, hot and needy, watching him and just the thought of the demon’s eyes on him while he stood naked and vulnerable hardened him even further. He whimpered, and he didn’t care that Frikx could hear it.
Bryan’s heart was pounding in his chest, the sound so loud in his own ears that it drown out everything else, leaving him to wonder if Frikx could hear it too. He might have asked, but he couldn’t seem to make his tongue work properly, and only the occasional moan escaped his panting lips. The longer he stood there the more the slight trembling of his body increased, and Frikx had yet to lay so much as a finger on him. He was beyond wondering how, or especially why, the demon dijinn had such an effect on him; he only knew that he wanted. Needed. Desperately, in a way that he hadn’t wanted or needed anything in a very long time, if ever. And what he needed the most was to feel Frikx’ hands on him.
No matter how good he felt, his compliance could only last so long without anything happening, and Bryan mustered enough presence of mind, momentarily, to lift his head and send a searching glance over his shoulder. He’d intended to ask him what was taking so long and whether he had changed his mind, but his pale blue eyes caught only a wink and a smirk before he was treated to the sight of Frikx falling gracefully to his knees in one fluid motion to rest on the floor behind Bryan.
What his lover might be planning did not immediately dawn on Bryan, his mind felt hazy with long pent up lust, and before his mind had come up with a suggestion the need for explanations became moot. Smirk still firmly in place, Frikx placed one of his big hands on each of the perky globes of Bryan’s ass and parted the flesh, darting forward to swipe that impossibly long tongue from cleft to balls in one long lick that brought a startled sound halfway between a squeal and a groan from his human lover.
“Like I said,” Frikx teased between licks, thoroughly enjoying the increasingly verbal evidence of his human’s pleasure, “Cherry.”
Bryan had never experienced anything like Frikx’ tongue on his previously untouched, at least in such an erotic manner, flesh. And he decided instantly that he liked it. A lot. The teasing tongue slid back and forth across his cleft, circling the sensitive skin around Bryan’s puckered opening, wringing ever louder and more impassioned moans from Bryan with each firm swipe. It was all that he could do to lock his knees in place in an attempt to keep his body upright. He didn’t want to do anything to dislodge Frikx from his position directly behind him, and he pushed his upper body more firmly into the soft fabric of the couch as he simultaneously pushed his ass imploringly back towards Frikx. He was rewarded with a none too gentle push of Frikx’ slick tongue at his opening, the muscle sliding easily inside to further tempt and tease.
Frikx was thrilled with the reactions that he was getting from Bryan. He’d been afraid that the younger man, hardly more than a boy compared to his generations of experience, would be fearful or reluctant to give in, despite the desire that he had seen and felt in the human’s heavy gaze. But it seemed that he was more than man enough to admit when he had needs and desires, and giving in to those needs had proven to be the most natural thing in the world for Bryan. The way that he threw himself into their passion, heartfelt and trusting in his every move, proved to the dijinn just how touch-starved his lover had been. How much he was in desperate need of a bit of attention, erotic or otherwise. It made him desire him even more, and left him feeling both protective and possessive, making him want to own the boy, mind, body, and soul. It also left him feeling decidedly reluctant. He could have him, if only for the night, a few at most. Then he would hand him over to a woman that, though he had yet to meet her, he knew that he hated. She would be cold and heartless even if she took him back, and although he had only known Bryan for a short time he could tell that he was sensitive and caring, and deserved so much better than what the woman who had left him heartbroken and alone would ever give him. But that was exactly what he would do. Hand over Bryan to the fate that he had chosen. It was what he had been summoned for, and he had spent centuries performing his duties to perfection. A few misplaced feelings and a bit of affection for a human that he didn’t know would not, could not, change that.
Bryan felt Frikx’ attentions change, ever so slightly, to become something harder, more forceful, almost angry as the large, clawed hands pulled his cheeks further apart and the tongue within him quested deeper and with an almost desperate aggression. It should have scared him, the power of the man who had him at his mercy, but instead it sent a surge of heat through his blood and he whined with need and desire as he begged for more. He felt like his entire body was on fire, and he loved it. He felt as though he’d been asleep for most of his life, but suddenly every nerve ending was alive with feeling, and he was assaulted with sensations that he’d never before felt; everything was new and exciting. He’d never have thought that, months ago when Natalie had left him and he’d become desperate not to be left alone, that this was where his path for peace would take him. Naked, bent over the arm of his couch while a giant blue dijinn ate out his ass, moaning like a whore and loving it. He let out a sudden short burst of laughter, not sure why he found the whole situation suddenly funny, but unable to restrain himself all the same.
“Something funny,” Frikx wanted to know, pulling back after one last, quick kiss to the pucker that had been the center of his attention, “Because, you know, I’ve done this a time or two. Laughter isn’t usually the response that I get.”
“No,” Bryan answered breathlessly. It was all he could do not to beg Frikx to go back to what he had been doing, and saying anything else, talking about anything but please and now and put your tongue back where it belongs, was difficult to say the least. “It’s not that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Good,” Frikx used sharp teeth to nip at the fleshy globe before him, a chuckle of his own escaping when Bryan yipped like a small dog and jumped ever so slightly, “Could be enough to wound a guy’s pride, make him think he’d lost his touch.”
Bryan only shook his head. Frikx had definitely not lost his touch. In fact, if he had then Bryan was afraid to know what it would feel like to be at his mercy when he was operating at one-hundred percent! He couldn’t tell him, however, because he was suddenly far too busy trying to catch his breath. While he’d been distracted Frikx had obviously grabbed the bottle of oil that Bryan had used to anoint his body with when the ritual had begun, because the two thick fingers that had been thrust into him without warning were slick and easily slid into his already relaxed opening. It probably should have felt strange, having never had anyone touch him there before, but instead Bryan found that his body almost instantly relaxed into the touch, and he was moving in counterpoint to the gentle but insistent thrusting in mere moments.
The kid’s a natural, Frikx thought as he added a third finger and found little resistance. Bryan was thrusting his hips back in counterpoint to the movement of his fingers, becoming more insistent with each push, letting him in, welcoming him, all the while making needful little noises in the back of his throat that set Frikx’ very blood on fire. He needed Bryan suddenly as he’d needed no one before him, and it was only through an extreme act of control that he wasn’t already inside of the handsome young human. He had wanted to take him, hard and fast, from the moment that he had gotten Bryan out of his clothes and had first seen that lovely body exposed to his hungry gaze. But he got the distinct impression that Bryan had never been properly taken before, and not just in the sense that he had never bedded a man before. He wanted to show him all of the things that he had been missing, wanted to make love to him, touch every inch of him and catch his passions aflame before they fell into oblivion together. That, however, required patience. Patience that was quickly wearing thin as Bryan began to beg, going between needful entireties and heartfelt demands.
Bryan’s skin was smooth and unblemished with a slight golden tinting that Frikx just knew would sparkle like it was dusted with gold in the candlelight, and he now wished that he had stopped Bryan from blowing out the candles earlier. A little ambient light would have made the whole experience that much more enthralling.
His fingers still moving inside of Bryan, Frikx leaned forward a bit and put his long, agile tongue again to good use. Starting with a gentle kiss at the base of Bryan’s spine, Frikx regained his feet and began to trace a path from his tailbone up along the bumpy ridges of his spine. He circled each mound of bone with the tips of his tongue before moving on to the next, taking his time, biting occasionally just to get an even better taste of his delectable partner.
Bryan was in heaven. No one had ever paid this much attention to him, clothed or otherwise, and although a part of him bristled at the utter lack of control that he felt he wisely chose to ignore that part of himself in favor of the pleasure of a skilled and knowledgeable older lover. But it wasn’t just the talent that Frikx showed for bringing Bryan’s blood to a boil, for making every nerve ending feel as though it were finally awake, that had him enthralled. It was the care, the tenderness and gentleness that he felt emanating from the other man, that had his heart beating a tattoo that threatened to burst right out of his chest. Very few words had been said aside from their earlier teasing, but still it felt as though he were hearing whispered endearments in every touch. It was as though he were the demon’s precious lover, not just a human “master” who was trading a night of easy sex for a favor asked and rendered. It excited him and scared him all at the same time. It also made him just that little bit sad for knowing it for the lie that it was.
A sharp bite just where shoulder met neck brought Bryan back to the present, and the voice in his ear held the hint of a growl that excited rather than frightened him, “You’re somewhere else again, boy. I thought I told you that we were only doing this if you were one-hundred percent certain; if this was what you wanted, not just what you needed to do to get what you wanted.”
“It is,” Bryan said, utterly truthful, “I do want this.” The teeth sank back into his flesh, harder this time, sure to leave a mark. Taking penance while giving pleasure. “Yesss!”
Teeth still embedded in the tender flesh of Bryan’s neck, Frikx removed his fingers and sank his cock into the human every bit as deeply as his fangs. He slid forward in one smooth easy motion, meeting little resistance, his growl a continual rumbling of passion and need. He didn’t stop until his hips rested flush against Bryan’s ass and he tasted the first bitter sweet tang of blood in his mouth.
The heat of Frikx’ body, draped over him from shoulder to toes, covering him completely in a blanket of heat and sweat, was almost overwhelming. The fangs in his neck, the blood trickling down his chest in sticky rivulets, and the cock skewering him, splitting him open and filling him completely, was a mixture of pain and pleasure that he’d never known that he craved. He knew now. His knees threatened to buckle under the weight and the onslaught of the massive daemon that was working his body as though Bryan had been made only to please him and to be pleasured by him, but a mixture of need and determination forced his body to match the steady rhythm that Frikx was setting. He pushed his hips back as best he could, his arms braced on the arm of the couch, back arching as he cried out again and again. The power in Frikx’ every movement made him tremble, the heights of his pleasure growing with each passing moment, and the masterful way that he played his body nearly brought tears to Bryan’s eyes. The words that wanted to fall from his lips came tumbling out instead as unintelligible babbling that none the less got his point across. This was an ancient ritual that called for no words at all.
Frikx couldn’t get enough. Not of the tangy, addictive taste of his human’s blood, teeth sinking deeper with each cry and shudder, not of the unimaginable tightness of the hot, slick channel that surrounded his cock, and not of the screams and moans and whimpers that came as a continual stream of desire and demand from lips that were still swollen from his kisses. And most certainly not of the heartbeat that beat a frantic rhythm against the palm of the hand on Bryan’s chest, echoing his own erratic pulse. Magick was thick on the air, although none had been called since he had manifest, and it crackled and snapped around them as they raced together towards oblivion. It pushed them on, amplified their desires and drove them forward, ever closer. Together.
It had been far too long since he’d been touched, and never as he was now, so it was inevitable that Bryan couldn’t last long. Certainly not for as long as he’d wanted to. He needed to come, needed that release that he’d felt denied for so long, but at the same time he never wanted this, whatever it was, to end. He knew that he would be lucky if he should feel even a tenth of this passion with any other lover, any other time from that day forward, and he wanted to savor each and every sensation and commit it to memory. But the overload of feelings was simply too much, and with nothing more than the powerful thrusts of Frikx’ cock and the sharp bite of his fangs to push him over the edge Bryan was coming hard and shouting his lover’s name until he was hoarse.
His lover’s climax triggered his own, and with the wonderful, fluttering tightness of Bryan’s channel to milk him of his seed he came with a growl, stilling their bodies as he took his pleasure and gave in kind. He let his lover scream his release, drowning out the low, rumbling growl that was continual while he emptied his essence into Bryan. When at last he was done he felt more deeply drained than he would after even the most complicated ritual or spell, and with their passions spent he had nothing left to sustain him. He fell to his knees, still wedded to his human lover, dragging them both down to the blessedly cool wooden floorboards. There they lay, panting, their heartbeats calming as the air-conditioning cooled their heated skin.
Bryan whimpered one last time as Frikx at long last withdrew his fangs from his neck, the pleasure of the bite having faded with his orgasm, but he found himself oddly relieved when that was all that the dijinn removed. He knew that he should have been uncomfortable now that the act was over, but he was in no great hurry to feel their last connection broken and he settled comfortably back against Frikx’ chest when a large arm was flung across his waist and he was pulled back to nestle in the shadow of the demon’s body, still connected by the bigger man’s organ within him. He gave a contented sigh and let his eyes drift closed, feeling no need for words at the moment.
Frikx knew that he should probably say something, or at least ought to release Bryan and put some distance between them, but he couldn’t quite make himself move or let go of his lover. For the first time in a very long time he was calm and at peace, and although their deal was now complete, formalized in the sharing of blood and body, he in no way wanted to be done with the young man that was curled in his arms. Something told him that he wouldn’t be for a very long time to come either. If ever. And that left them with quite a problem, whether the human knew it or not. He somehow suspected that he just might.
“Bryan,” Frikx’ voice was barely a whisper, just in case Bryan had drifted off to sleep. After the thoroughness of their lovemaking, he wouldn’t be at all surprised if he’d worn the human out. Hells, even he could barely keep his eyes opened!
A mumble of assent was all that he got, but it was at least an answer.
“Your bedroom’s upstairs, right?”
Another murmured answer. Frikx smiled and forced himself to move. He regretfully disentangled himself from Bryan, pulled him back into his arms, and rose in one fluid motion with the human once again wrapped in his arms. His smile grew when Bryan’s arms, as though through instinct, wrapped around his neck as he snuggled closer into the cradle of his arms.
Bryan could tell that they were moving, but his mind continued to float in the haze of post-coital exhaustion, nearly asleep but just barely conscious. He neither knew nor cared where they were going so long as he was being held. Then there was softness underneath him, and warmth behind him, and he relaxed even further. He was almost completely lost to sleep when he heard a now familiar, deep rumbling voice speaking quietly next to his ear.
“…Better,” the words were softly spoken, more sentiment than substance, “…Need… Don’t…”
“Huh,” he hadn’t quite caught what was being said, and his mind was slow to come around. The connection between mouth and mind was even slower.
“I was saying,” Frikx hadn’t really meant to be heard, or expected an answer, but neither could he hold his tongue, “That I’m not sure that this will work. I’m not sure that I can do it. Not now.”
Bryan wasn’t sure why, or what he meant, but his heart plummeted when he heard those words. Then he remembered how everything had started, why he was in bed with a demon to begin with, and he struggled to make things make sense once again. This meant the spell, or something to do with it, not them. There was no them. He blamed it on exhaustion and wisely kept silent, doing his best to school his face and remain as neutral looking as possible.
Frikx smiled as Bryan looked to be finally coming around, but he was becoming slightly worried about the calm, seemingly disinterested expression that Bryan wore. He’d been so open and unguarded only moments before. But, he’d started it, so he told himself that he had nothing to lose and pressed on; asking the one question that was foremost in his mind. The only one that mattered. “Are you sure you want her back?”
Bryan blinked, stared at Frikx, and blinked again. It wasn’t what he’d expected to be asked. Why wouldn’t he want Natalie back, he’d gone to the trouble of summoning a demon just to win her heart. He needed her… didn’t he?
Frikx allowed himself to feel the rush of hope that sprang, uninvited, into his heart when he received no immediate answer. He said exactly what he was thinking, “You don’t seem too enthusiastic. Any particular reason?”
None that he was willing to admit to.
Frikx laughed, too tired to explore the reasons any longer but happy none the less, and he flopped back onto his back and pulled Bryan down with him. The human went without resistance.
“You know, I think I need to check this chick out before I hand you over without a fight.” Bryan looked like he might have something to say, but Frikx silenced him with a quick kiss and then pushed the blond head down to rest on his shoulder, his eyes closing as he at last let himself relax. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around for a while.”
Bryan didn’t say anything. Mostly because it sounded like a good idea. A very good idea.
The End
This is the first thing that I've completed in a long time (I've spent most of my time editing past projects lately) so my muse is hungry for reviews. Don't make me beg, okay guys? Pretty please.