Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Demon ❯ Chapter 5: Party till the children cry (lime) ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: Party till the children cry

 

 

`They steal, they take, they murder for sport and game. Greed and arrogance wrapped in flesh and a beating heart, such is the existence of humanity… You have bad taste, My King' - Raven

 

“Dante! Dante! Wake up!”

 

Dante was jerked awake as Deimos violently shook him via the front of his sweater. The only reason he was still lying down and not off the floor was because Deimos was straddling his waist. Realizing the situation he was in and that fact that he was awake. Dante rose up in a rush only to collide with Deimos' forehead. Deimos let out a yelp while Dante let out a strained growl whilst rubbing his forehead. The images of his dream came to mind and alarm rose in his heart. Without thinking he reached over to grab Deimos' tank top and tried to take it off.

 

“Whoa, whoa whoa! Ack!” Deimos tried to escape but struggled as he seemed unable to fight his master. “What are you doing?” he cried.

 

Dante heard nothing as he tried to pull Deimos' clothing off, looking for a scar, a blemish or anything at all to verify if it had in fact been Deimos in his dream. His rushed hands touched over every inch of silky tan skin that covered taut muscles which shuddered ever so slightly when he ran his fingers over them. Without knowing he left heated trails as he ran his hands swiftly over Deimos' collar bone and down to his arms. Dante eyed Deimos' left arm intently. Letting out a sigh of relief he was glad to have found nothing. It didn't last long. Soon enough he found himself on his back straddled with his hands held down at his side by Deimos. Deimos kissed him, hard.

 

It was in complete contrast to the innocent kiss he had received earlier. No, this was a heated kiss of lust that ached with need. Dante let out a gasp which allowed Deimos to slip his tongue inside a pool of velvet warmth. Contagious need and want flared through him and soon enough he began to respond to the kiss. Tongues danced and entwined with each other as they fought for dominance. In the end it was Dante who gave in, a lack of air his downfall. He came out of the kiss with a heady groan and gasping for breath. While panting for breath, eyes glazed over and body burning from the inner heat. Dante looked to see Deimos give a gentle knowing smirk. It was very unlike him but it was sexy as hell. Amber eyes that were normally soft like honey flared a passionate molten larva. Panting for breath, eyes glazed over and burning from the heat Dante looked through hazy eyes to see Deimos give a gentle knowing smirk. It was very unlike him but it was sexy as fuck. Amber eyes that were normally warm and innocent looked fiery like molten lava.

 

Deimos bent his head back down kissing Dante on the corner of his lips. He tugged at the annoying sweater and placed light feathery kisses trailed down Dante's chin and traveled down to his neck. Deimos nuzzled Dante's neck lovingly, “So cruel” he whispered in a heady smooth voice before sucking and nipping on Dante's neck. He gave long tantalizingly hot licks after each hickey had blossomed. Every now and then he would blow on a heated spot; the contrast between hot and cold sent shivers down Dante's spine and resonated through his body.

 

“Dei-mos” whimpered Dante in a broken sob.

 

“Such a tease” said Deimos, his voice of chocolate muffled by Dante's neck. He released Dante's hands, placing his right arm besides Dante's head to support himself. He let his left hand wander under Dante's sweater. Hot fingers trailed up and down similar to when Dante had touched him before only this time it was agonizingly slow, torturous even. Deimos nibbled on a collarbone, his teeth scrapping tenderly. Fingers brushed a pebbled nipple and gave them a slight tweak.

 

 

Dante let out a high pitch moan, almost a cry and wrapped his arms around Deimos' neck. His hands tangled into the snowy hair that he loved so much. He let out whimpers as he tossed his head back, the slow painful ache of his member made him wince. He looked up at the night sky trying to ignore the throbbing ache and instead focused on the pleasure that was about to consume him. The moon full and ripe gazed upon them and the scent of lavender embraced them. The moon… the moon? Shit! Eyes opened wide as Dante just realized how much time had passed. In his haste to sit up he pushed Deimos underneath his chin with a force that sent him flying on his back.

 

“What the hell was that for?” yelled Deimos as he rubbed his jaw looking extremely annoyed.

 

“Deimos” yelled Dante back as he tried to calm himself down, “We're late you idiot”. He blushed when he saw the bulge in Deimos's pants. “We have to go now or we screw up the entire thing” he stood up and offered his hand to Deimos.

 

“Could have least let me finish” grumbled Deimos bitterly as he took Dante's hand.

 

Dante let out an awkward cough. “Um… why don't you go there” he pointed to a heavy forested area a few meters away. “And I go there” he pointed to an opposite direction. “And well… finish… ourselves…”, a heated blush swept across his face and before Deimos was agree he scampered off.

 

 

 

“This feels so bad” said Deimos as he tried to loosen his bow tie.

 

“It's only going to be a little while so grin and bare it” Dante re-straightened the tie.

 

“So what do I do again?”

 

“Just distract the target and I'll search the house to find the quickest most fuss free way to kill him.” Dante straightened his vest and bow. They had knocked out the original wearer and the poor lad was currently locked up in a wardrobe somewhere. Ah well… someone would find him eventually.

 

“I just gotta act sophisticated ya?”

 

“Yes… and don't eat all the food.”

 

Deimos looked shattered. Dante sighed and patted Deimos' hair, today's earlier shyness gone. “There there, I'll let you pig out after our job okay?”

 

“Kay!”

 

“I'll go through the back while you go through the front. Remember to look elegant and refined okay? Or there will be hell to pay.” He waved goodbye and headed towards the back to where the other servants were.

 

“Elegant and refined hey? Deimos brushed the hair back from his face. “I never thought I would have to in this world.” He sighed, straightened his tie and headed to the entrance, his posture and walk oozing sophistication and charisma.

 

 

Dante looked around the ball room filled with regal looking people. His tray of drinks lightened as passerby's' took them. As extravagant as it was it was not unfamiliar to him. Had he chosen to remain home after his mother's death then he could've lived like this too. He saw a woman throw a tantrum when one of the servant's accidently spilt wine at her feet. He was glad he threw it all away, his mother would weep in her grave if he grew up to be that shallow. Anyways, where the hell was Deimos? Ah... what a strange sense of déjà vu… there he was!

 

Dane turned around and desire flared through his entire being. Whoa! Deimos was fucken hot in a suit. Hair pulled back with a few strands falling in front of his face gave him a mature look. The suit accentuated his board shoulder, slim hips and tapered waist. Urgh... sexy... Hell he was even holding the thin goblet of wine the proper way. A charismatic air surrounded him and his smiles made the ladies swoon. At a moment like this Dante was proud to have possession; soul possession of such a perfect creature. The thing was… why couldn't Deimos be like this all the time?

 

Shaking his head in a dismissing manner he made his way closer towards Deimos serving drinks along the way. Hiding behind a pillar he observed Deimos talking with their target. Good Deimos he mentally praised he'll watch them for a little while then slip away.

 

He regretted not slipping away sooner. Teeth grating and anger flaring Dante watched as their target FLIRT with HIS demon.

 

Adorned in a suite and a cocky smile Mikhail Landure, their target in question was quite unlike the other targets Dante had been given.

 

In equal height to Deimos, he was elegant and had a cocky air around him. He fiddled fiddled with a stray lock of Deimos' hair and Dante wanted to gut him right there and then. Ack! Deimos wasn't even stopping him! Mikhail then brushed and white gloved hand against Deimos' cheek whose eyes then flashed with confusion and innocence that made Dante clench his fists. He may be acting mature but in truth Deimos had the mentally of a child, he was nothing but prey to a man like Mikhail. Just like the many children that were addicted to ambrosia because of him.

 

Taking the tray back to the kitchen he abruptly left before he could be given more work. He would find the best way to kill Mikhail, set the trap and take Deimos away. Deimos would be safe and Mikhail would be dead by morning.

 

 

 

Deimos watched with sharpened eyes as he watched Dante run off. In a quick real movement he brushed the offensive hand off his face.

 

Mikhail gave a curious look, “What's wrong little kitten? You were awfully tame before.”

 

“I found my claws.”

 

A chuckle, “My my, you've found your fangs as well it seems.” All he got was a knowing smirk in return. Mikhail was taken aback, in all his years he had gotten everything he wanted and now that he wanted that innocent being in front of him, he would have it; by his own means or by force. Devious thoughts were hidden beneath a calm kind mask as he mustard up a seductive smile, “What's your name kitten? He asked, placing a firm hand on his `kitten's' shoulder.

 

Proud, confident, “Deimos.”

 

“That's a strange name.”

 

“I didn't choose that name myself”

 

“What does it mean?”

 

Deimos gave a coy smile and leaned in closer. His hot breath brushing against Mikhail's ear in a voice that whispered sweet sweet sin he said “Shall I tell you? Mikhail?”.

 

Words that were spoken in such a way sent a wave to pleasure through him. In a show of possessiveness that was uncalled for, Mikhail grasped Deimos in a tight grip and pulled him flushed against him. “Yes, do tell” he practically growled, the bulge of his arousal grazed against Deimos conveying a universal message.

 

“Then I shall tell you tonight Lord Mikhail but..” Deimos pushed Mikhail away with surprising force, for a human that is. “For now something of more importance awaits me” he said with a mocking bow. Deimos then left, walking out through the front door; he sought his `master'.

 

Mikhail watched with hungry eyes as he watched the thing he wanted most walk away. It mattered not; the party should cool him down along with the entertainment that lay ahead. He wouldn't fret; his kitten would return to him, he would make sure of it.

 

 

 

Why do the bad guys have such big homes? It was a bitch to navigate in really. Dante had run up and down what seemed like an endless amount of stairs, opened doors only to find similar looking rooms. He reached into the pocket of his vest and felt the small pouch of between his finger tips. Poison would be best of this case. Grounded up and finely powdered, belladonna would bring a slow painful death once swallowed. Now, where to put it? Dante opened large wooden doors and finally found the place he was looking for.

 

He was envious; books upon books were stored in bookshelves that reached the high ceiling. In the far off corner was a desk piled high with paper ink and quill. In the centre of the room in of a fire place was a comfy chair and small table in which an unfinished book rested. Dante let out a low whistle, this room clearly belonged to a refined man that catered greatly to his pleasures.

 

Dante walked over to the desk and looked for a bottle of alcohol. If Mikhail was a man of pleasures then he would definitely have some around somewhere. Opening the drawers he found what he was looking for, a decanter of whiskey or brandy of some sort was placed in the far corner of the first drawer. The bite of such a strong alcohol would hide the taste of the belladonna perfectly.

 

He poured the fine powder into the decanter and returned it to its original place. He turned around to leave till something caught his eye. Under a pile of papers shimmered a silver key. Strange, none of the doors had required any key so what was that one for? Dante contemplated his options; he could either go back and fetch Deimos or look for the door in which the key belonged to. An image of eating happily flashed through his head. He was sure Deimos wouldn't mind him taking a little longer. He would be able to fight off Mikhail's advances surely. Crushing the feeling of unease and slight guilt Dante took the key and walked out of the study. He closed the door silently as he did so.

 

Walking down along the corridors, his leather boots making gentle thumps; Dante looked for a door that needed a key. He found it on the third floor in the farthest room in the left wing. The door in front of him looked like all the other doors; the only difference was the key hole below the handles. Placing in the silver key he paused for a barest of a second to mentally prepare himself but shrugged it off instead. He would find a drug factory of some sort, if worse comes to worse he would find some of the addicts there as well. Such things were normal nowadays. The only difference in this particular case was that the drug Ambrosia was isolated to one greedy man in a single town. Once production stopped then it would be the end of it once and for all. The wooden door gave a shrill creak as he sung them open.

 

 

It was dim but what little light that leaked through was enough to show him the horrors within. What the hell was this drug? His throat felt dry and his skin was clammy, in front of him were the addicts as predicted. It was how they were acting that chilled him to the bone.

 

 

Lost in rapture and seemingly lacking in inhibitions children no older than 16 sat limp and bare as they lost themselves. Some say in the corner giggling at the ceiling in an unnatural way. Others were in the midst of a sexual act. It was hard to believe such actions would be possible in a place that reeked of waste, urine and blood. Blood? Again? Why did it seem to always appear before him? Dante suddenly paled. If this place reeked of blood then where was it all coming from? His stomach gave a lurch and a sickening churn. The walls and the floor was browned in blood, in the farthest corner white gleamed in the little light. It was bone. A human corpse.

 

 

Dante took a step back, denial thick in his throat... cannibalism? His fears were proven when a male around the age of 12 crawled towards the corpse and tore off a piece of flesh with his fingers. He popped it into his mouth and chewed with a strange pleasant smile on his face. If Dante hadn't known better then it would seem as if the boy was eating a grape or some other delicacy. Unable to keep his stomach at such a grotesque sight he bent over and threw up the contents of his stomach. Dante took uneasy steps back, his mind unstable and his hands shaking, the sound of giggling in his ear. He let out shaky breaths, crap; maybe he was going through a mental breakdown.

 

 

Out of no where warm hands embraced him in a protective manner and pulled him away from the nightmare before him. Pulled flushed against a familiar chest and engulfed by a familiar scent Dante calmed down somewhat. Warm calloused hands covered his mouth gently. Deimos' lips brushed against his ear and whispered in a gentle voice the word `breathe' and as if a spell had been broken Dante's breathing slowed down. Once he calmed down Deimos lead him away to a random room and without hesitation smashed broken a window which shattered with very little force. Without saying anything at all Deimos picked him up and jumped out the window. He landed on ground in an elegant and refined manner. He set Dante down to his feet but kept his hands around Dante's waist.

 

Deimos gave a concerned look, “Are you okay?” he asked.

 

Annoyance flared through himself for showing such a weakness. Shoving Deimos away Dante wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. He walked away not looking back, his stomach still uneasy and the images of before still fresh in his mind. It would be alright, he thought as he comforted himself, the bastard would die tonight anyways.

 

Deimos followed behind at a certain distance that was not too far or too close. Worried eyes watched over Dante as they wandered about in the streets. It didn't take long but the two of them ended up at the doorstep of a tavern. Without glancing back Dante flung open the doors and walked through the rowdy crowd. Deimos made a look of disgust as he walked amongst the sea of human vermin.

 

 

“The strongest crap you have” Dante slammed what little coin they had left onto the counter. The burly bar keep gave a shrug and placed a cup of scotch whiskey in front of him. Taking the cup Dante drowned the liquid down like water. “Keep them coming” he ordered ignoring that look on Deimos' face.

 

“You don't drink” Deimos watched Dante drink his fourth cup. “This is a bit of an overreaction don't you think?” his face contorting into snarl when Dante shot him a warning look. He was about to say something else but instead chose to remain silent. Puffing out sigh he rested his chin on his palm. He looked at the floor, eyes empty and in a dead voice he said “Sometimes I forget you're human” Eyes widening and smiling almost sadly he corrected himself. “No… Sometimes I forget I'm heartless.”

 

“I knew we were flawed, I knew we were cruel even, but I didn't think—never would've thought that we were capable of such acts” Dante looked into his cup with the look of a lost child. “Oi barkeep!” he yelled almost slurring, he extended his cup to have it refilled… again. Dante in his tipsy state didn't notice the threatening look Deimos shot the barkeep.

 

The barkeep gave a nervous cough and the gulped with fear “You've had enough” he said gruffly.

 

“Are you kidding me? I paid for more than what you've given me”

 

“I gave you enough drinks; you're just too drunk to notice.”

 

“I'm not drunk!” Dante got off his seat and stomped off in a wobbly fashion. “Come on Deimos” he ordered along with a hang gesture and stumbled outside.

 

“Where to?” asked Deimos, the childish tone in his voice long gone. It was now a soft gentle voice of a lover.

 

“To another bar of tavern of course” Dante stopped and rubbed his eyes.

 

Deimos faced him while taking both of Dante's hand into his own “Enough” he said. Letting out a growl Dante began to pull away but Deimos held him in a death grip. “Please, Dante; enough”. Dante gave a sigh and gave into the demon in front of him. Expression stern he held onto on of Dante's hand and lead them both back to the Orphanage. Dante felt the thick tension and wished that he was drunk.

 

Almost near the church the alcohol began to kick in and Deimos had to practically carry Dante. It was a strange sight indeed, a full grown man being carried like a princess by another man. Lucky Deimos was slightly taller so it didn't look too bad.

 

 

Looking down at Dante's sleeping face Deimos carried him into the orphanage and up the stairs. His heart gave a lurch when Dante mumbled something and pulled himself closer. “What did you say?” asked Deimos, a little amused.

 

There was a pause and Dante pulled himself closer to Deimos if possible. “It's cold” he repeated in a mumble. Deimos held him even closer.

 

Upstairs he walked pass the many cots filled with sleeping children. Deimos headed to their room and opened the door with his foot. Once into the room he set Dante back on his feet and kicked the door shut.

 

He was about to take Dante to bed but Dante's arm remained locked around his neck. He tightened his grip when Deimos tried to pry them loose. “It's cold” muttered Dante.

Gentle hands placed themselves onto Dante's hips and laughed quietly, “I know, that's why you should let go and go to bed.”

 

Dante rested his forehead onto Deimos' collarbone, “But… it's cold.”

 

“What do you want to do then” he asked with a calm expression.

 

Dante's answer was to pull himself up and kiss Deimos on the corner of he's mouth and then he's collarbone before resting in its original position. “Finish what you started?”

 

Deimos scoffed, “You do realize that you're really drunk right?” he tightened his grip on Dante.

 

“I wish I was drunk, damn barkeep”

 

“We really shouldn't, you'll kill me in the morning or even worse, hate me.”

 

“I won't”

 

Deimos paused a moment as if contemplating, then shook his head violently as if to shake the impure thoughts out of his head. With amazing self control he released himself from the embrace and picked Dante up once again. He placed Dante gently onto the bed and swiftly turned around to leave. He had managed to take about a step before he was pulled back by Dante who was clinging to his shirt. Deimos looked back, he really shouldn't have as it made it that much harder on his self control.

 

Dante looked up at him with wet glistening eyes and a flushed face. Deimos took a nervous gulp of air and clenched his fist. It was so unfair.

 

“What makes you think I'll be mad? If it benefits both of us then why not?” Dante looked up with a determined look and in a quiet voice he said. “Fuck me.”

 

Author's Note: Yes… finally… a freaking LEMON!.. In the next chapter I mean. This chapter was just a teaser… but because I was an idiot and posting everything in one night (because I was oh so very bored) the next chapter with the actual lemon will have to wait a month or so. Sorry guys! Reviews might make it go up faster… me and my stupid ego… thanks for reading x3

 

Deminos