I have a Devil Connection
Title: I have a Devil Connection...
Beta: Nicole, my angel
Archive: my journal, deine_schuld, Cinnamonslash
Rating: NC-17 for... well, sex :)
Pairing: Belafarin
Warnings: none, except for being set in Leipzig
Summary: It's late May, and someone meets up in Zombiehausen.
A/N: This is for Tina, a wonderful person I had the pleasure of meeting in Leipzig yesterday. It was my surprise for her. *hugs*
thanata_phaemo illustrated Devil Connection!
Bela loved Leipzig because it was, as he said, Mephisto City. Auerbach’s Keller was here, and great parts of ‘Faust’ are said to have taken place here. Maybe that was the reason why his firms were located in Leipzig and not in Hamburg, which would have been so much more convenient.
I loved Zombiehausen because Bela loved it. Whenever I let him choose the location to spend a weekend, we would end up in Leipzig. Often, either one or the both of us would have to meet here for business meetings. The ZZ4 was a nice city with the botanically interesting Auwald. Meetings were always connected with dates afterwards - my memories included throwing ice cream at unsuspecting pedestrians, holding hands in the streets, quietly disappearing into the men’s room during business meetings, or just having a relaxed meal somewhere for a change.
It was late May, and the weather wasn’t exactly what you would expect at that time. There used to be years when I’d been able to wander about in shorts and tee even earlier, but this year’s May was a catastrophe. The thermometer wouldn’t crawl significantly over 20°C no matter how hard I stared at it, and if it did, the joy was short-lived.
We drove to Leipzig separately. Bela had some EEE or DevCon meeting Friday night, and I came over early on Saturday since his business stuff didn’t particularly interest me.
The people at the hotel reception desk knew me and without question, gave me the keys. We’d booked for two different rooms that were next to each other, as usual - it was easier that way, no one would get suspicious and it wouldn’t be such a fuss with sharing the bill.
I had once jokingly asked when we’d get our names engraved on the keys since we always got the same rooms. The receptionist was a young blonde woman. She had blushed fiercely and had wordlessly handed me the items in question. I felt a little sorry for her afterwards, but only a little.
With a relieved sigh, I let myself fall backwards onto the bed. I had been driving all day, and as much as I loved travelling around with a motorcycle, being trapped in a car for too long made me slightly claustrophobic. I briefly mused that after 20 years of touring, I should be used to closed vehicles, and over that, I didn’t even realize I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.
In my dream, I was freezing. Someone had trapped me in a desolate place, and rubbed big chunks of ice over my naked skin under the shirt… over my stomach, up to my chest, I could hardly breathe from the cold, and then they… pinched my nipples?!
“Goddamn, Bela, get your fucking cold hands off me!”
He sat straddling my thighs, with a goofy grin on his face. “Smoker’s hands.” he shrugged. “Besides, you look too adorable squirming all over to stop.”
I stuck out my tongue at him “‘Adorable’ is hardly an adjective fit to describe me! Stunning, yes, and so are beautiful, smart and absolutely breathtaking - but adorable?!” I scolded him with a mock insulted frown on my face, but he just leaned down, close to my face, playfully catching my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Stop, moping, you.” He mumbled against my mouth, releasing my lip slowly. “Better find somewhere to eat. I’m starving, and I always come first.”
I made a sound that was halfway between a giggle and a snort - he was alwayshungry - but he shut me up with a deep, loving kiss.
“It’s good to see you again.”
~oOo~
After a relaxed dinner, we walked through the city. When I looked around, I saw trees that had been almost bare on my last visit, now, heavy with tons of green leaves.
We left the more crowded areas of Zombiehausen quite quickly for the fact that it was getting late in our favour. As soon as we reached a quieter area, I felt a hand slip into mine.
Bela didn’t usually hold hands in public often, that is, only if he had a couple glasses of wine too much. While he was offstage, he always tried to keep up the façade. I must say he’s the best bi I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. It surprised me that he gave a fuck right now: He was almost as sober as I was.
Time had flown by over dinner. Bela had, as usual, teased me good-naturedly for living on rabbit food as he called it, and he wasn’t really convinced by the paprika dish I let him try. It was part of a ritual, just as the after-dinner walk was.
Now, the sun had already set, it had cooled down significantly, and like on cue, the first raindrops started to fall.
To Felse, it didn’t matter too much - he was wearing a well-worn leather coat, but I was freezing in my shirt. It had been perfect for the afternoon, but that fucking inconstant weather…
Bela glanced at me, with a half amused, half worried expression on his face. “Hell, Jan, you’re practically chattering your teeth… C’mon, let’s take the shortcut some girl showed me today when I got lost. We don’t want you to turn into a zombie, at least not that way.”
And with a secretive grin, he dragged me into the next, shady alley.
He seemed to know what he was doing; running me through a strange city in the dark… but on the far end of the street, I could see a red brick wall, faintly illuminated by a single glistening lamppost. The rain drummed loudly on the trash containers on the right hand side of the wall.
“Felse, this conspicuously seems to be a dead …” I started, but I was roughly pushed against the wall, the harsh connection of my back with the wall knocking the wind out of me. When I opened my mouth to draw a breath, I was instantly attacked by Bela’s hungry mouth. I could not help but get lost in the kiss, with a warm body close enough to forget the cold water that was washing over us.
Busy hands fumbled on the buttons of my shirt, while Bela nibbled and licked down my jaw. I tipped my head back in surrender when I felt the exciting brush of smooth leather against my skin, sensitized by heavy raindrops. I let out a loud gasp. His hands continued to my crotch, it was familiar terrain to them and I could feel the security in them as they undid the fly.
“What the fuck are you up to, Felse?!” I managed sometime in between. “Weren’t you saying something about a shortcut?”
His lips left my skin for a moment. “It is a shortcut… just not exactly to the hotel. Don’t argue, you know I’m evil and can’t be trusted… I have a devil connection…”
I was about to argue for a second or two, but he pressed and rubbed against me, the friction of leather everywhere. It became almost unbearable. He practically had me begging when he suddenly spun me around to face the wall. I could feel him unzip his pants, and then mine were shoved down.
I was shaking when he penetrated me. There was only saliva to ease the way, but we were desperate enough already and quite accustomed to these circumstances. I welcomed the slight burn that soon turned into raw pleasure, coursing through my veins, heating me from within.
Bela was working behind me, pounding into me, the wet leather sliding against my clothed, wet back, arousing me beyond belief. In front of me was the coarse brick wall, scratching against my skin.
“You have no idea how sexy you are when you’re wet and fucked against a wall?” he whispered into my ear, and the deep rasp was the thing that dragged me over the edge. My climax was accompanied by a relieved wail; his was completely silent - his teeth biting into my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, with me up against the wall, pants pooling around my ankles, and him warming me.
I’m not a spoilsport. I let the two girls; one blond and one brunette behind the trash containers have their fun with watching us. The cold they must have caught, just like we did, should be enough of a punishment.