Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Demon ❯ Chapter 6: Raven (lemon) ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Raven

 

 

 

A monster with the face of an angel. The sociopath with a lonesome smile A cruel child wanting love and like rabid beast wanting everything and yet nothing at all. To be so cruel and yet so kind looking a far with such empty eyes. Striving to live and yet begging to die…Things like you. … Shouldn't be alive. ~ Lucian

 

“Heh. All those things may be true but you're being very cruel by pointing it out. Don't you think saying such things would hurt my feelings?” ~ Deimos

 

“If it weren't for the dictionary you wouldn't know what feelings were let alone the emotions such as kindness and love.”~ Lucian

 

“Thank `God' for Oxford then no? Besides, its not that bad I do feel. I feel empty see?” ~ Deimos

 

 

 

Eyes blazing with desire, the thin strand of his self control was brutally ripped to shreds and he pushed Dante down. His body straddled Dante like a cage and he looked directly into Dante's eyes. “I'm not as nice as you think I am.” He placed his head in the crook of Dante's neck and breathed in his scent, “I'm not as naïve as you think I am either… or as kind for that matter.” He looked up again with a trouble expression “And for you to request such a thing, well… I don't have as much self control as you think either.” A pained expression of self hate came to the surface veiled by a tight smile. He let out a `tsk'. “Sucks to be you eh?” and with those words the platonic relationship that they had vanished into nothingness.

 

Deimos thrust his tongue into Dante's mouth in a rush of passion. Dante let out muffled moans and tongues danced together in a cavern of heat, the taste of each other better than any aphrodisiac. Dante wrapped his arms around Deimos' neck once again and pulled them both deeper into the kiss. They both broke apart to take in panted breaths before coming together again. A thin string of saliva connected the two when they broke apart. Dante gave a whimper and nuzzled his face against Deimos' sternum. The heat was unbearable.

 

Guilt gone from his face Deimos gave a sexy smirk that boasted of things to come. Rising up momentarily he stripped off Dante of his sweater in order to find the treasure beneath. Taking off his own shirt he flung it to the floor and focused on the morsel of delectable sin below him. “Don't move” he ordered in a husky deep voice. He bent down and licked the rim of Dante's ear and bit the edge gently. Dante gasped and clasped the sheets, obeying the orders that had been given to him.

 

Deimos nibbled along Dante's neck, his teeth scrapping and tongue soothing sensitive bits of taut slick skin. Dante let out small groans and whimpers that made it that much harder for Deimos to control himself. He would savor the moment and not rush. He refused to despite burning ache in his groin that demanded attention. He got to Dante's chest where the beating of a thunderous heart could be heard. He looked up with a cocky grin.

 

“You idio-1” Dante let out a pleasured yelp, unable to finish his insult as Deimos licked a pink nipple. He nipped it slightly and was arrogantly proud when Dante arched his back and let out a strangled cry. He fell back onto the bed, tears of frustration threatening to fall “You jerk” he whimpered. All Deimos did was scoff as he bent down and began to lick and suckle on a tight bud. His elegant fingers rubbed and rolled the other, every now and then he would give it a gentle flick and it would stiffen even more. He bit the nipple one last time before releasing the swollen and tender bud; he blew a cold breath onto it and watched in pleasure as it deepened into a darker rosy hue. He switched and did the same action to its twin and received breathy moans in return. Dante clenched the blanket beneath him. Eyes closed tight as he tried to take in the pleasure that was engulfing him like a flame.

 

Deimos reached Dante's abs and gave them long leisurely licks. Firm, taut and toned but not to overly muscle they were agonizingly delectable. A perfect tummy on a perfect person, Deimos paused to smile fondly. He nipped on Dante's hip almost till it broke skin, the prickling pain cause Dante to open his eyes wide in surprise. He tilted his head and watched Deimos place nips and kisses along his hip bone. Such tenderness…

 

Deimos flashed a fiery look and Dante turned away unable to look at such a hungry expression.

 

Deimos finally got to the object of his desire and he touched the erect member with a finger, it was slick with precum when he took it away. He smirked “Excited are we?” he asked.

 

A blush spread on his already flushed face “Shut up” he groaned, annoyance flashed across his face but vanished when Deimos took a long lap from bottom to tip. He licked the tip, concentrating on the slit that dribbled with cum. He switched between that of hard and soft licks to gentle, firm sucking. Holding the base he stroked erect member and by now Dante was shuddering and panting, his hands left the sheets and grasped Deimos' hair.

 

Dante stopped and pulled away, a trail of cum on his chin, he smirked full of male pride. “Feel good?” he asked while continuing to stroke the member lovingly, his fingers easily sliding up and down due to the slickness.

 

A moan, “Shut.. up..”

 

Deimos stopped completely and blew onto Dante's rod, smiling when he shivered. Deimos placed the tip of his tongue on the weep slit. “If you don't tell me then I'll assume it doesn't and stop.” He suckled on the head, “So? Does it?”

 

Dante whimpered “it... does... it feels… good.” He let out a loud gasp when Deimos continued his torturous onslaught with more vigor than before. Letting out strangled moans he soon came, hard. Hips' jolting off the bed it was Deimos that pushed him down back into place.

 

Deimos looked at Dante and licked his lips. He crawled up and sat on Dante's tummy. Dante covered his face with his arms “You ass” he mumbled shyly “Stop staring”.

 

“But you're so cute” said Deimos with a chuckle, taking Dante's arms away from his face. He let out a sigh “But I'll take pity on you this time okay?” and with that Deimos flipped Dante over onto his stomach. God knows how he did it while onto of Dante but he did. Deimos propped Dante onto his knees while pushing down between his shoulder blades putting him in a very embarrassing position.

 

Dante spun his head around and looked back. “Deimos! What the hel- ungh!” warm fingers entered his mouth efficiently cutting him off midway. Not caring anymore he finally gave into the pleasure and licked Deimos' fingers, nipping the tip and sucking on them gently. Saliva ran down his chin and coated the two fingers; a dirty slurping noise filled the room.

 

Deimos groaned at the sensation of Dante's mouth and of the saliva trickling down his hand. If this was good then the sex would be mind blowing. Pulling away his fingers and instantly missing the warmth he looked in satisfaction as Dante's head lolled to the bed. The wet submissive expression on his face made Deimos aches oh so badly. He gave himself a moment, and then concentrated on what was at hand. Finger s now cold from the air he placed one in Dante's puckered hole.

 

Dante's eyes widened and he let out a struggle of breath; he wiggled his hips in an attempt to move away from the icy touch only to have Deimos hold him firmly in place. Dante felt Deimos' finger delve in deeper and he bit into the sheets beneath him to muffle his cries and moans of abandonment.

 

“So tight” whispered Deimos as he added another finger. The warmth tightening around his fingers made him salivate. He wiggled his fingers pleased at the sobbed reaction. He moved him in irregular moments occasionally he would rub against that sweet spot only to have Dante's hips buckle. He was able to move within Dante freely now, his fingers receiving little resistance.

 

The hand that had been holding Dante up slipped to the front and grasped his penis. “Mhn.. ha.. Dei..mos..” cried Dante as the hand on his member and the fingers within him moved in perfect harmony with each other. The pleasure was too much for him and he came once again. His body shuddering from such an intense and exhausting release.

 

Barely managing Dante looked up from the corner of his eyes and saw Deimos licking the cum off his hands with a smirk. `Ah!” Dante's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when Deimos pulled his fingers out quickly. Nervousness crept upon him when Deimos began to unbutton his pants and pulled down on the metal strip that he called a zipper? Dante took in a deep gulp of air at the size of Deimos... How that hell was that going to fit?!

 

“Deimos... Hang on” he cautioned, fear creeping in now that he had realized what he had gotten himself into.. Too late now. He winced and gave a slight whimper when he felt Deimos' top press against his entrance. Hot hands stretched him to allow Deimos a wider girth as he gentle thrust his way in little by little, inch by inch.

 

“Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon. It'll feel good, promise.” Gasping out that breathy promise he mustered all the self control he had to not just simple ram into Dante. This needed to be pleasurable for both of them. The sight of him going deeper into Dante's tight hole was such an erotic sight.

 

“Hurts..” whimpered Dante by the time Deimos was fully in, the hilt of his thick long member touching Dante's opening that was now a pinkish tinge from being used for the first time.

 

“Don't worry, the painful parts' almost done” Deimos gave comforting kisses and licks down Dante's back in an attempt to ease the pain. His hand reached down again to rub Dante's member. He moaned when he felt his dick being tightly clenched and massaged. God this was hard.

 

Dante let out a whimper and a moan, again? He had already came twice and was beyond exhausted. He felt rather selfish now, having already released so many times and already on his third helping whilst Deimos had yet to release anything at all. He shook his ass and trembled at the pleasure that ran through him, the pain was gone. “Deimos” he gasped out “You... you can move now” he said between panting breaths.

 

Without any other words needed Deimos pulled out only to thrust himself back in just as quickly. “So good…” he grounded as the slick sound of flesh moving within flesh filled the room along with the slutty moans and hitched gasps coming from Dante made him even more aroused. Sweat slid down his temple and off his chin in a sexy manner.

 

The fast pace in which Deimos moved along with the trembling hand that stroked him soon sent him over the edge. He shouted out his climax into the lightless room and fell to the bed trembling like no tomorrow. He could ear his thunderous heart beat and panting breathing but most of all he could still feel Deimos moving within him.

 

Deimos felt himself being clenched tightly within Dante and he bit his lip almost nipping himself as he tried to keep his composure as he let out a mangled groan and spilt his seed. His eyes sharpened glazed by the sensation as he felt his body shiver and the pleasure ran throughout him like tingling touches. Gasping air and with a shuddering body he withdrew even through all he wanted to do was to remain connected to Dante who let of a sexy mew at the leaving friction. Deimos watched with hungry eyes as white fluid spilled fourth from Dante's opening. Lying down next to him he perched his head on one arm and watched with smoldering eyes.

 

Dante bent his head to nibble on Deimos' neck with the intention of servicing him. All Deimos did was pull him into a tight embrace. He looked up from Deimos' chest “At least let me do something for you since you basically did all the work.” He trailed his hand lower but was stopped midway.

 

“Sleep” mumbled Deimos, letting out a huge yawn he hugged Dante tighter and kissed him on the head.

 

Content and feeling fuzzy inside Dante nuzzled closer to Deimos and soon fell asleep.

 

 

Deimos watched Dante sleep, the sound of a gentle beating heart made him feel calm inside in way he had never felt before. Maybe this is what contentment felt like. Knowing that he was sound asleep Deimos reluctantly withdrew from the sweet embrace careful to not wake Dante up. The chances of that was pretty low, he had done a well job of tiring him out after all.

 

Getting off the bed he moved around picking up his clothing and putting them back on. He had managed to put on his pants when someone knocked on the door. Leaning onto the bedside drawer he crossed his arms, “come in.”

 

The door creaked open and Kamui came in. closing the door softly behind him he walked till he was about a meter away before he got onto his knees in a deep bow, his forehead touching the floor. “My King” he acknowledged.

 

“What?” replied Deimos in a cold voice that was harsher than ice.

 

Kamui shivered in fear “Please forgive me! I did not know that it was you.”

 

“Hmn…” of course you didn't know, if I did not want you know then you would not know. If I did not want to be bound then you would not been able to do so”

 

“But still, to feed off one of your stature is punishable by death.”

 

Deimos sighed; the warmth had seeped from his face to leave a perfect expressionless mask “Only if I wished it.”

 

“P-Please…”

 

Dead eyes ignited with annoyance “Foolish little thing, you aggravate me with such trivial things” Deimos walked to the window and flung them open. “Look after him incubus” referring to Dante who was sleeping peacefully “I'm sure I don't have to tell you this but should any harm come to him, you'll be wishing for death” and with that threat still looming in the air he leapt out through the windows which closed and clicked lock by themselves silently.

 

Kamui got up from his bowing position and wiped the sweat from his brow, his legs were barely able to keep him up and the beating of his heart was almost unsafe even for a demon. He let out a relived sigh; he had practically faced death and lived to tell the tale.

 

Deimos stretched, the sound of joints popping broke the melody of the night. He looked up at the moon with a grin on his face that clashed with that of his dead eyes. He vanished into thin air; the ground that he once stood upon was now dead black, nothing would ever grow there again. In the distance a raven gave a mournful cry.

 

 

Music and joyous laughter danced hand in hand as the party was filled with drink and entertainment. Mikhail watched in glee, another successful party for a successful him. Pride and confidence swelled within him. A beautiful woman with eyes as blue as the sky smiled slyly and sent him a suggestive wink. He smirked in return but frowned when her amber dress reminded him of amber eyes. Amber eyes that belonged to prey that had slipped from his perfect fingers.

 

He set the wine glass down not wanting to shatter it from frustration. Really now, he should've taken the adorable creature when he had the chance. He calmed his raging nerves, he shouldn't worry, his men were searching. They would search every crevice of this town till he found his lost kitten.

 

He chuckled to himself; this little obsession was beginning to grow almost unnaturally. Perhaps instead of discarding Deimos afterwards he would keep him as a pet instead. It was rare to find such a human with natural amber eyes and white winter blessed hair. Training him and punishing him was starting to sound appealing. His mouth watered as he imagined Deimos' tight body bruised and battered marred with delicious scars and welts. He simply couldn't wait! The sound of the clock bells ringing awoke him from his daydream. It was late into the night and those who were not at the party were sound asleep. This time now was when the real party began. The wealthy from far and wide traveled for days just to attend for this single reason.

 

In truth the parties he held was just a cover for what was to come. Moving to one of the senior servants Mikhail whispered orders into his ears. The servant gave a quick nod before scampering off. Mikhail picked up his wine glass and clacked it with a fork. The noise soon brought the attention of all the guests and they looked at him with expectant eyes.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, as you all must know, tonight is not just a party in which I hope you all have enjoyed.” He spun around with a splendor to look at all his customers. “This party tonight is also an auction in which to buy the most disposable of pets.” Wailing and laughter could be heard from the corridors as servants now masked dragged in children from various ages. They did not struggle or attempt to run away but instead giggled quietly to themselves looking at something that wasn't there.

 

“You can use them for anything you want. Blood games, organ harvesting and even sex slaves, they will not be missed.” He waggled a finger into the air, “The only thing you can't do is keep them for long, a month is all they'll last. After that they'll go insane and become nothing but rabid dogs.”

 

Walking to a male around the age of 17 he reached within his pockets and pulled out a vial of Crimson ambrosia. It was Heaven sent, literally. An angel with wings of white came to him bearing the crimson liquid. He had been given instructions on how to use it, ordered by such a divine being of course he would obey. It turned out well for him anyway thought Mikhail as he poured a single drop into the boy's mouth. The boy's eyes dilated and he let out a loud moan. He began to touch himself, masturbate the arousal that had instantly appeared the moment the liquid had touched his lips. He let out a cry of abandonment when he came only to begin again. Not getting the release he wanted fast enough he began to copulate with a female nearby. The onlookers watched the wonton act with a sick amusement.

 

“The sales will begin soon, please come to me should you have any major concerns” and with that he left all the necessary dealings to the servants. Letting out a sigh of longing he wondered where his kitten was.

 

“I see this party is very much alive.”

 

Mikhail turned at the familiar voice and saw Deimos, however the innocent being he had seen before was no longer there.

 

Deimos was casually leaning against the table, his tie was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked handsomely rugged but his expression was cold. Ignoring all that Mikhail practically ran towards him but he disappeared before Mikhail could reach him. Confused and lost he turned around only to see Deimos standing near one of the addicts. What the hell was going on?

 

“Poor pitiful child” Deimos reached out to lift the boys chin. Blank eyes met blank eyes but the child's eyes soon filled with tears that ran down in like rivers. “Born into this world, your only reason to this existence was to live, and should you be lucky enough; find the person just for you” he spoke in gentle voice that was neither compassionate nor condescending. He petted the child's head, “You'll have better luck in the next attempt, so for now… will you simply just sleep?” Without a flicker of expression he cleanly snapped the child's neck. The crowd gasped as the sound echoed through the room. He looked at the other children, “You too, you should all go to sleep” and almost like a sonata the sound of necks breaking rang throughout the room like a melody.

 

Deimos turned around to look at the majority of the crowd as well as Mikhail; his blank face shifted and flashed a twisted look of anguish and malice before returning to its usual calm. His fingers twitched as if in preparation and he stuck out his tongue teasingly. “You all like to torture yeah? Hurt others for fun yes?” he grinned, looking as if he was celebrating his first ever Christmas. “If I did the same to you as you did them... Tell me... Would you think the same?”

 

With such question asked combined with the strange deaths that they had just witnessed. Those still alive screamed and ran. In a flurry of skirts and tailcoats they headed to the large wooden doors. Terror intensified in their eyes when they would not open.

 

Deimos reached for the closest human and ripped off the man's arms. The shrill scream did nothing to him but much to everyone else. “Ripping the wings off a butterfly…” he murmured to himself.

 

He reached for a woman this time and gutted her right there and then with his bare hands. “Pulling the legs off a beetle... One by one…”

 

Another human within his reach, he ripped off its jaw “Tearing off a snail's shell…” he yawned, “If you can do that to them why can I not do that to you?”

 

Reaching for another he killed that human in a brutal fashion as well, “This is like weeding to me… but a lot messier.”

 

The horrific scene of blood and gore mimicked the room Deimos and Dante had seen earlier. Only this time it was Deimos that was the cause. His suit was drenched in blood, eyes blank but face set in a gentle smile. He calmly walked amongst the sea of terror, screams and begging unheard. The floors were slippery and covered in corpses. Eventually the screams lessened as the number of living humans dwindled. All that was left was Mikhail who feebly wept in the corner. He began to frantically claw at the walls as Deimos approached.

 

“Because of you the person most precious to me was in pain. Though... I guess I should thank you? Since because of that I got laid” Deimos plopped himself down on the bloody floor, his expression thoughtful. “Actually, that doesn't justify the pain you put him through. Nothing does in fact, so please; suffer as much as you can.”

 

Something unnatural began to happen, Mikhail stared in absolute horror at his fingers as they began to rot. The slow decaying of his flesh making him frantic and only the sudden agony in his head was worse. Deimos watched neither bored nor amused but simply just watched as Mikhail rolled into a ball clutching his head as bits of him fell off bone. It was only mere minutes but to Mikhail it felt like an eternity and in the end death was a blessing.

 

Deimos looked at the skeleton will wet with blood before him. Then he realized, “Ah.. I forgot to tell you what my name meant.”

 

 

“Panic, catastrophe and dread” a sigh, “Humans are so stupid in this time and in every other time.”

 

Deimos laid down, the blood that was still warm engulfed him like a blanket. “Raven” he acknowledged, “You found me.”

 

Raven took seated himself on the table, placed a cigarette in his mouth and inhaled deeply, he exhaled. “Yeah, I didn't think you would be in this time of all places. The humans are at their worst here, unsanitary, pretentious and barbaric. The council is worried too and they've been badgering Lucian non-stop. Lucian's' threatening to do you bodily harm when you return”

 

Deimos chuckled and stretched, looking at the brunette before him, “I'd like to see him try. Did they send you to look for me? He asked.

 

True to such a somber name Raven was well, Raven. Ash black hair that was short at the back with long bangs at the front that covered parts of his face. It was neat and yet messy style that hid one of two very beautiful light blue eyes. A white tank top and tight leather pants as well as a billowy black trench coat covered a toned and lethal body. “Yes, the council as well as Lucian sent me... I was also concerned.” His piercing gaze was aimed at Deimos but it had no effect. In the order of the worlds Deimos was defiantly higher. “Have you any idea how long it took to find you? You disappeared out of no where and then I find you in this world in this time. You hate humans and yet you were enjoying the company of one. It's sad and disgusting.”

 

That caught his attention, “You've seen Dante?”

 

“Indeed, the human changed you.”

 

“Oh? How so?”

 

“You're.. Kinder now, I've seen you smile as well, a first for me personally. You aren't so.. `You' anymore.”

 

“Mnnkay then”

 

“Will you come back anytime soon?”

 

“I'm having too much fun here” Deimos smiled tenderly as he thought of Dante, “Slaughter, eating, f*ucking”

 

“…Vincent is looking for you as well.”

 

Deimos rolled his eyes, “He can stop looking then, go tell him where I am if you want. I don't recommend you say anything bad about the humans though, he adores them”

 

The ashes from the cigarette fell to the floor and it was only then that Raven noticed the blood bath, “A bit too much don't you think?”.

 

“You've seen what they've done, do you think me cruel?”

 

“Two wrongs don't make a right.”

 

Deimos let of a bark of laughter, rolling on the bloody mess and reveling in the warmth. “Justice is flawed and I'm not known my mercy, If you want mercy then it is Lucian that you go to.” he sat upright and rummaged through the bloody fabric and bones that was once Mikhail and pulled out a small vial of crimson. He drank some of it and grimaced at the horrible sweet taste that was very familiar. “That woman” he snarled violently and the earth began to shake. Whispers were heard in many of one voice that lingered and flowed throughout everywhere.

 

“Calm down My King! Please!” yelled Raven in alarm, the power was suffocating.

 

Pulled out of his moment Deimos looked back at Raven and tossed the vial to him. “Poison from `our' world, a banned substance”

 

Raven eyes the vial with concern and pocketed it, “I'll take it to the council, Lucian will deal with it.”

 

There was awkward moment where Raven stared at Deimos and Deimos stared at nothing.

 

It was Raven who broke the silence, getting off the table he gave an awkward cough. “I'll be taking my leave now; I'll tell Vincent and Lucian where you are.” He walked over to the window that he had originally come in through. He was about to leave without another word but Deimos called his name. He looked back.

 

“That kindness that you saw, it belongs only to him. If you show him anymore... `Nightmares' I'll kill you kay?”

 

“Yes, My King” he bent his head in a bow before stepping onto the ledge and leaping off, turning into a raven he flew off.

 

Deimos sat there for a little while longer but stood up when a gentle breeze blew past. He looked at the corner of the room.

 

A couple both around mid twenties stood holding hands, a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes dressed in a long skirt and cardigan smiled a maternal smile and waved a tiny hello. The man on the other hand wore a grey suit with his brown hair slicked back. He looked at Deimos wearily and placed a protective arm on the woman's shoulder. The two were more than just work partners it seemed. The blonde woman seemed more like a school teacher then the reaper she actually was. Her job was to guide the innocent and good to the next stage in life. The man however gathered sinners for punishment. Reapers worked in pairs as it was what he and Lucian had decided so long ago. It turned out well; most of the partnerships became more than platonic, love was found.

 

The woman kneeled down near the dead children and gave a sorrowful face. Her eyes beginning to tear up as she touched one of them gently on the cheek. Deimos knew what she was thinking, `humans were too cruel…”

 

“Do what you have to but once I leave this town, burn this mansion down to the ground” ordered Deimos as the man in the suit pulled out a personal weapon that he used to detain the sinners that tried to escape once their soul left their bodies. The reapers bowed accepting the order and Deimos left the room leaving them to their jobs.

 

Heading to the bedroom Deimos pulled open the drawers looking for money. There would be no body so no claim could be made. If they didn't get any money then Dante would go hungry. Finding a rather heavy pouch he looked inside to find gold coins. Proud of himself he left the room causally tossing the pouch up and down with one hand. Now... where to find a bear…

 

 

 

Author's notes:An ACTUAL lemon finally! Thank you to all those who read my story and even more to those who have reviewed. I hope this chapter wasn't too confronting, and damn... even I think Deimos is f*ucked up… ><* anyways! Till next chapter is up I hope you guys have a good day :3

 

Deminos