Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Story of Fallen Angels ❯ Chapter 6: My Lucifer ( Chapter 6 )

Well, hell - this took a long time to get back too, and I'm sooooooooo, so, so sorry! I'm a lousy writer at this kind of stuff as far as updating is concern! >D

 

Anyways - this turned out longer than I was expecting it too O_< My bad…

 

Warning: Yaoi/Shounen-ai Implications

SECONDARY WARNINGS: Has STRONG yaoi/sexual implications - in other words - two guys (well, technically an “IT” and a guy) getting it on!!

 

Rating: M - for Mature audiences ONLY!!

 

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“Heya, Ralf!” The brunet looked up from the counter top, seeing a man with light blond hair, grey-blue eyes and somewhat tan skin walk towards him. Ralf tried to push himself to a straight up position, but found himself too tired to do so, slumping back against the counter. The blond came up next to him, seating himself on the seat nearby.

 

“Woah - you look tired man - and I mean, dead tired! What's up?”

 

“Just have my hands full, Dick.” The blond frowned at the name, gently smacking the other man on the back of the head.

 

“What have I told you about calling me that?! It's annoying!” Ralf half laughed, finally managing to sit himself up straight, an apologetic grin on his face.

 

“Okay, okay - Richard; I was only teasing you.”

 

“Well, it's not appreciated!” Richard stated, waving his hand at the bar tender and ordered a round for himself and Ralf. The brunet sighed as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. The bar tender came around with two glasses in his hands, placing them in front of the two men; Richard grabbed his and down it in one gulp, Ralf taking his time with his own drink. The two sat in silence as the blond motioned for another drink.

 

“So - what's the trouble?”

 

“Well - a few weeks ago I rescued this kid.” Richard held up his hand, indicating to Ralf that he should stop talking for a moment. The brunet blinked at his friend, the blond sitting still for a moment, before tossing his head back to down his drink. Ralf narrowed his eyes, taking a sip from his own glass.

 

“Okay, go on.”

 

“So I rescue this kid, and he's got no family to take care of him, so - I let him stay with me.”

 

“And that's tiring you out, because…?” Ralf sputtered into his glass as he was about to take a drink; Richard raised an eyebrow curiously, shaking hand to the bartender, indicating he didn't want another drink. Ralf stared at him as if the question had been something outrageous. The blond only shrugged his shoulders.

 

“What? I just asked a simple question.” The brunet let out a sigh, taking his sip from his glass. Richard stared at him expectantly, tapping his fingers on the counter top. Ralf continued to ignore him till he had finished his glass, setting it back down on the counter surface; Richard gave him a sharp nudge in the side.

 

“Hey! Come on, I asked you question! And you better damn answer it!”

 

“Look - it's not what you think. He's - just a bit of a handful, that's all.”

 

“Hey, I asked an innocent question - you're the one who twisted it, you damn perv!” Richard grinned a little, this time playfully nudging Ralf in the side. The brunet frowned, letting out a slight growl with his sigh; it made the blond grin wider.

 

“Okay, cut it out! People are going to stare at us!”

 

“Alright, alright; but tell me - why are taking care of this kid anyways? You can probably take him to a service or something and let them do the placing.”

 

“It's not that simple, Richard. This kid's been through several foster families already - plus, he's got amnesia, so who knows what he might have been through.”

 

“And just for that, you're keeping him?! It's a little strange for you, you know.”

 

“Yeah - I know…” Ralf nodded a small thanks to the bartender as he set another refill of Ralf's drink, setting it down on the counter. The brunet picked it up, not facing his friend next to him, as he swirled the contents around in the glass, before deciding to gulp it down. He let out a satisfying sigh, reaching into his pocket to pull out a couple of bills to pay for his drink, and moved to stand up from his seat.

 

“Hey - where're you going?”

 

“I gotta get home before Gabriel worries about me.”

 

“Gabriel? That's a rather angelic name.” Ralf looked back to glare briefly at his friend; as if something was wrong with anyone having an `angelic' like name. Richard cringed slightly under the glare, a nervous smile on his face as he waved goodbye to the brunet. Richard hung around the bar for another 10 minutes after Ralf had left, before he paid for the rest of the drinks and got up and left. Instead of taking his normal route home, Richard detoured down the back alley aside of the bar, quickly looking around him to see if anyone was around. Feeling it safe, he knelt down to the dirt ground, placing his hand above it; the ground underneath his palm began to glow, before it opened into a small portal. Giving one last look to make sure no one was coming, Richard stepped down into the portal, falling through with effortless grace - large, leather-feel, black wings keeping him from falling flat on his face.

 

He landed softly on the red-stained soil, coming up face to face with a hooded figure, and a large, black dog with three monstrous heads. All three heads of the dog growled at his presence, the hooded figure raising a hand to silence and calm it. Richard walked up to the gates, holding up his left hand to the gate keeper.

 

“State your business…” The gate keeper inquired, nodding in approval at the mark that appeared on the blond's hand when he showed it.

 

“I have some information that the Lady will find interesting.” The gate keeper only nodded, turning to face the gates - he raised his hand and the iron-rusted bars creaked open slowly. Richard began to walk forward, when an outstretch arm stopped him, the gate keeper making a motion with his hand that he needed something first. The blond sighed to himself - he always forgot this part; he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a single gold coin and placed it in the scrawny, bone-thin hand and continued on his way.

 

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“Now - who is your Lady and Mistress?”

 

“Yo-you are, my Lady.”

 

“And who is the most feared of all women in the underworld?”

 

“My Lady, you are.”

 

“And who…” A long, slender, blood-painted nail dragged across black, hoarse skin; the open wound hissed as it closed itself again moments later. “… is the most desired of them all?”

 

“…You - you, My Lady Lilith.” A wicked grin came across red painted lips; Lilith sat herself straight up on the demon's body, her hand caressing his bare chest slowly, making him half-moan as he tried to suppress it. Before she could torture the black demon beneath her, the large, wooden carved doors opened, a man with long black hair, and pale skin walking in with another man with blond hair and slightly tanner skin. Lilith set a hostile glare at the two intruders, not removing herself from her position.

 

“If we may have a moment of your time, My Lady.”

 

“Make it quick, Lucifer! I'm in the middle of something!!” Lucifer simply shrugged his shoulders, signaling for the demon next to him to step forward and relay the news. The blond gave a slight bow, before speaking his business.

 

“The angel - Gabriel - I think I may know where he resides.” In an instant, Lilith was on her feet, wisps of darks clouds encircling her body as she walked. A wicked grin came to her face, her tongue licking her lips in a way that suggested hunger. She stopped short in front of the two demons standing in the door, a most lustful expression burning in her dark eyes.

 

“Tell me - tell me everything! Are you absolutely sure it's him? The 4th Gabriel?!” The excitement in her voice was alluring and at the same time frighteningly dangerous. The blond hair demon winced at her tone, trying to repress a shudder; Lucifer merely stood still as stone, seeming not affected at all by her tone. When the silence dragged on, Lucifer raised a hand to his chin, clearing his throat; the blond snapped out of his daze, bowing his head low towards Lilith.

 

“I am not a 100% certain, my Lady, but I will gladly look into it for you!” He added hesitantly, seeing the grin turn slightly into a frown. Lilith scowled, turning her back on them.

 

“Very well - and be sure it is not another disappointment, foul! Or I will have your head about my bed post!!” The blond felt his throat tighten, only able to do nothing more than a stiff nod. Without a glance, Lilith waved her hand, announcing their dismissal. Lucifer gave a low bow, and slowly walked out of the room, not lifting his head again till he was clear of the doorway; the blond merely walked out, not daring to look back at his mistress' back.

 

The doors closed with a soft thud; a soft breath of relief escaped the blond's lips, his shoulders visibly slouching. The two demons stood in completely silence, staring up at the large wooden carved doors. Finally, the blond turned to the raven-head next to him, opening his mouth, but Lucifer cut him short, turning on his heels to walk down the hall.

 

“Next time, Richard, don't bother the Lady if you're not 100% sure!” Richard stood dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open grasping to the words that failed to escape his mouth. He shook his head clear, running after to catch up with the raven-head. Lucifer ignored him as Richard matched strides with him, ignoring the wide grin appearing on the younger demon's face.

 

“Oh hey, come on! Give me some credit! You know, I don't see why she's so obsessed with finding this fallen angel?”

 

“I'm afraid that's something I can't tell you. This is only between the higher officials, myself, Lilith and Satan.”

 

“So - in other words, you don't know either?” Lucifer stopped in his tracks long enough to turn a nasty glare on Richard. The blond faked a cringe, before a grin spread wider on his face; he reached a long arm around the shorter demon's shoulder, pulling him close. Lucifer made a small noise as he stumbled a little from the sudden jerk; he continued to glare at Richard, but made no effort to push away from him. A low laugh rumbled from the blond's chest.

 

“You're so cute when you scowl like that.”

 

“I can make any other demon in all of Hell cringe with a mere glance, and all you say is `it's cute'!” Lucifer muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for Richard to hear; it only made Richard laugh louder. He gave Lucifer's shoulder a brief squeeze, the blush appearing on the older demon's face seem very out of place. Richard began walking them forward, which started Lucifer a little - he hadn't realized they had stop walking.

 

“Hey - you have some time to spare, don't you?”

 

“Forget it! And no, I don't have time to spare, and neither do you. You need to find if for sure that was the 4th Gabriel.” Lucifer said casually, a hand reaching to brush off the blond's hand from his shoulder, but Richard caught his wrist with his other hand, forcing Lucifer to face him. Before the shorter demon could retort, Richard silenced him with deep, searing kiss. Light blue eyes widen, struggling against the taller demon's grasp, but the younger demon's hold proved too strong. He felt Richard's tongue delve into the depth of his mouth, feeling it run along his teeth. Lucifer bit down on reflex, the odd dirty and metallic taste of demon blood coaxing his mouth.

 

Lucifer pulled back in a heart beat, a hand over his mouth, surprised at his own actions. The blond only laughed, sticking his tongue out to show it had already healed. An unsightly blush appeared on Lucifer's face, hanging his head down to avoid staring into grey-blue eyes staring down at him amused.

 

“I have plenty of time - that boy is not going anywhere, and besides-” He leaned in to nuzzle the raven-head playfully on the neck with his nose, “It's been a while since we've been alone together.”

 

“…not long enough…” Lucifer whispered, averting his eyes to the side; despite his answer, the desperation in his voice was not so easily masked. Richard snickered more to himself than at Lucifer's words, nipping gently at his neck. Lucifer winced, his eyes falling shut against his will.

 

“Come on - I think my room is closest.” He pulled away from the older demon, still holding tightly to his wrist and dragged him down the hallway. Lucifer followed in silence, not daring to look around him as the doors seemed to past in a blur of dark ebony and sandy colors. After walking for what seemed like an hour, Richard finally stopped at one peculiar door Lucifer recognized as the younger demon's. The door rose to about 7 feet tall; the carving on the door was the figure of a large tree, only instead it growing above the ground, it was growing underground. The end of each branch had carved strange symbols which were neither of earth or Hell scripts. Of all the doors in Hell, this door, to Lucifer, was by far the strangest he had ever seen.

 

Richard placed two fingers lightly against the surface of the wood; light shone through the cracks of the door, before it eased itself open. Unlike a normal door, the doors of Hell have no locks or handles; only the demon they were made specifically for can grant entrance through their doors.

 

A light blinded Lucifer for a moment, but he barely had time to take in the details of the room as Richard spun him in his grip, pinning him against the closed door, tongue searing through his mouth. Lucifer struggled against the firm body pressing against him, trying to wriggling his wrists free from the taller demon's hands; the blond laughed in his mouth, pulling back before the shorter demon's reflexes betrayed him, grinning down at the flushed face.

 

“You really need to learn to control your impulses better.” He whispered in a low tone, his face so close to Lucifer's, it sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine. Another chuckle rumbled from his chest; Richard let his hands slide from Lucifer's wrists to roaming through the folds of his robes. The dark-haired demon made a noise in protest, but he ignored him. As soon as he found the cord tied around the waist, he wasted no time in undoing the knot and in a flash had Lucifer's back flat down on his bed.

 

A slight yelp escaped the older demon's lips, Richard swooping in to capture his mouth once again. Lucifer tried to kick his legs, hoping to throw the blond off of him, but it seemed he had predicted this; Lucifer's legs were entangled, making it almost impossible to maneuver. Light blue eyes widen, feeling rough, callous hands gently shifting through his robes, feeling for the parting in the fabric. Finally the blond released the kiss, Lucifer turning his head away.

 

“You… bas…bastard…!” He managed to grit out, his breath coming in shallow and quick; a sly grin spread across the blond's face, slowly pulling back the parting of the robe, exposing flawless, pale skin. Lucifer turned his head away from the sight, glaring at the stone statue resting on the side table. Richard laughed, trailing his lips down the raven-head's neck to his collarbone, taking extra time to nuzzle the hollow in between. A stifled moan escaped thin, pale lips as the blond suckled gently on the protruding bone, leaving a wet trail as he moved down his chest. Lucifer shuddered; a full moan escaping him as the blond captured a nipple in his mouth, teeth gently scraping and biting.

 

“S-stop! Flavian!” The blond, Flavian, bit down a little harder than he intended, a slight gasp emitting from the raven-head. Grey-blue eyes turned a ghastly deep red; suddenly sharpen fangs leaving a stinging trail across pale skin. Flavian pulled back to shrug the jacket off his shoulders, folding his wings as tightly as he could so they would slip through the holes ripped in the back. Lethal hands reached for the hem of his shirt, slipping it off and over his head effortlessly.

 

He snickered; Lucifer felt his face burn, averting his eyes from the demon on top of him. Despite his resistance, a low, appreciate groan had slipped at the sight of the blond's half-exposed body.

 

“It's nice - hearing my real name from your lips.”

 

“S-shut up! It's only proper to address someone by their real names!” Flavian laughed softly, his hand skimming down Lucifer's side. Lucifer gasped, feeling a firm hand caress his thigh.

 

“You know you're the only one who can get away with calling me by my real name. I'd ripped anyone else throats if they tried calling me `Flavian'.”

 

“I don't see why you hate your name.” It amazed even Lucifer himself, he was able to keep his thoughts relatively coherent, as the blond lifted his leg over his shoulder.

 

“Come on - `Flavian'? Who in their right mind would name their child that?! I don't think my mother was in her right mind when she named me.”

 

“You're… mother - AH!” Lucifer arched his back against the bed as he felt a long, slender finger penetrate his entrance. Flavian sniggered at the reaction, inserting another finger seconds after the first; he began shifting his fingers in a scissors motion, the demon beneath him moaning out loud.

 

“And you said I should be working - aren't you glad I don't listen to you?” The argument hung on Lucifer's lips but came out as a moan as the blond inserted a third finger, twisting and shifting them mercilessly. Flavian smirked; he knew well enough what made the normally stoic and up-tight demon wither and beg for release. All too soon - at least to Lucifer - Flavian removed his fingers; a small whimper escaped him at the absence. Two rough hands grasped the side of his hips firmly, holding the raven-head in place, lightly pushing the tip of his cock to the older demon's body. Lucifer groaned miserably, trying to push forward against Flavian's hands. The blond tsked him.

 

“Ah ah ah - how do I know you really want it?”

 

“P-please… F-Flavian… please…”

 

“Please - what?”

 

“I… I need - it… please…” Lucifer whispered in a voice barely audible, even to himself, but the blond seemed to have heard him, pushing his harden cock slowly into the dark haired demon. Lucifer felt himself wither at the sensation of being entered, unable to contain his moans anymore as Flavian began to pull out, only to push back in a little harder. A steady rhythm flowed between them - Lucifer meeting with Flavian's thrusts, each one seeming more intense than the last.

 

Flavian leaned forward to capture Lucifer's mouth as he sped up the motion between them; Lucifer shuddered, his body clamping tight around the blond as he climaxed, his cries being swallowed into blond's mouth. Flavian gave two last thrusts before coming inside Lucifer, and pulled back from the kiss, supporting himself on his arms. Lucifer's breathing came in hard, shallow spurts, his face heavily flushed; Flavian smiled, leaning in to gently nip the raven-head on the nose.

 

“As I've said - you are very cute, my love.” Lucifer half glared at the demon hovering over him, but he was too tired to push him off and contented with simply lying in the other demon's arms.

 

“Bastard - you're a fuckin' bastard, Richard!”

 

“It is unlike you to use should petty language - and I see you've gone back to using my current name.” Richard pouted a little at the sudden change; his eyes slowly reverted back to their murky grey-blue, the length of his fangs shortening to normal human size. Lucifer did not say anything, but merely scoffed, tilting his head in an arrogant manner. Richard chuckled, slowly pulling himself out of the raven-head, and laid himself next to him.

 

“… you should - really get to work on finding out if that kid really is the fallen angel, Gabriel.”

 

“And I've told you - I've got plenty of time. That kid isn't going anywhere, and besides,” He reached over to Lucifer's face, placing a gently peck on his smooth cheek, “It's rare now-a-days that I have some quality time to spend with you.”

 

“… don't get too comfortable; we really shouldn't be in this - this - anyways. Satan will most definitely separate us.” His voice trembled; Richard reached a gentle hand for Lucifer's face, caressing his cheeks as he made the raven-head look at him.

 

“Seems - that there is still a little part of an angel in you.”

 

“… just - go to sleep. I don't want to see your face in the morning, understood?” Richard only laughed, encircling a long, tan arm around the pale, slender waist.

 

“Fine, I will work on investigating that kid first thing tomorrow, alright?”

 

 

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Uhhhh - you're going to have to forgive me - it's been a very long time since I've last written a sex scene, so I admit - it's pretty badly written. Hopefully I'll get the hang of it later if I write more (but don't quote me on that…)

 

Anyways - hopefully to have more to come… and, while on the topic - some notes!

 

 

Flavian - Latin for “golden hair”; since Flavian (aka Richard) was born with blond hair, his mother decided to name him based on his appearance. He is so far noted as the only demon in hell with pure, natural blond hair.

 

Lucifer - A little light on Lucifer - he is technically not male or female - he is an “it”, and actually lacks a rather vital male organ in the lower region; thus no mention of it during this scene. However - just for the sake of categorizing, Lucifer is often referred to as “male”, since that is how his mind set seems to be.

 

 

Anyways - maybe I'll have more notes; these are only mentioned cause they'll probably never be mentioned in the story and it's just nice little things to know, right~?

 

Hikari37