Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Midnight Hour ❯ Feeding the Fire ( Chapter 1 )

Title of Story: The Midnight Hour

Chapter Name: Feeding the Fire

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Warning(s): Violence, blood/gore, sexual situations, master/slave, yaoi, bondage, toys, adult language, and minor.

Summary: Midnight is a young Hellhound who has been on the run ever since his master and mistress was murdered. Four years have passed and Midnight escapes the wrath of demon hunters only to find himself in the care of a teenage boy.

Author Notes: Characters and story belong to me.

 

 

Midnight stepped closer, his clothes stained with the blood of his victims. His eyes sparkled as the light from the fire danced across the black orbs. The flames cackled behind him, engulfing the dying screams throughout the large house. “Please sir, spare me? Please?” the young woman pleaded, holding her arm up to shield her face from the blinding heat and any killing blow that might come from the dark haired man before her. He only smiled. The blow was quick, sending her pretty little head flying out the window. “There's something in there! Finish torching the place down!” Midnight turned his head slightly towards the broken window and narrowed his eyes, blinking slowly as blood dripped down his brow. `So, I have more delicious humans to devour… how nice' he thought as he made his way slowly towards the window.

 

“There he is! Kill him!” The sound of crossbows and guns firing towards him brought a slight chuckle to come out through his lips. `As much as I'd love to stay, I must be going' he jumped up through the roof and onto the second floor before jumping out through the window. “Kill that damn demon now!” Midnight ran as fast as he could into the dark forest. A pale mist already seeping out from the nearby lake and crawling throughout the forest floor. He looked back over his shoulder at the hunters following him. `Dumb bastards. They'll never catch me'

 

As he reached a dark clearing, Midnight stopped suddenly, feeling a sharp pain run up his thigh. He collapsed in the dirt and growled in pain, baring his sharp fangs, though a sense of relief fell over him. The hunters had stopped following. It wasn't long before Midnight fell silent.

 

“It's nice to see you again…” a young boy whispered as he stepped up to the sleeping body. He gently lifted Midnight as best he could and carried him back to his hideout.

 

Hours later, Midnight woke up in a nice warm bed and bandaged wounds. His blue eyes surveyed his surroundings and noted that he wasn't in any place familiar. “Ah, you're awake. I brought you some tea to help you relax,” the same voice he heard faintly in the forest was much more smoother and more friendly now that he was awake and clean. The boy walked up to the bedside and placed a silver tray down on the nightstand. Midnight placed his hands in his lap and stared blankly at the foot of the bed.

 

…Silence…

 

“You don't remember me do you?” the boy asked as he pulled up a chair and continued to watch the other man. Midnight absently glanced over to him, studying his face… trying to put a name to him. “No, I'm afraid I don't.” “I remember you…” Midnight blinked slowly at the boy's words and looked away. “My name is Strax. I was the little boy… whose parents bought you at the slave auction,” Strax explained painfully. The dark haired man stared at him, feeling anger boil up from deep within at that memory. Strax leaned forward and placed his small hands against Midnight's cheeks, “I was the only one to believe in you, ya know?”

 

Flashback…

 

“He's the last of his kind! Full-blooded demon ready to serve and carry out anything you desire! His face is beautiful and pale as porcelain!”

 

Strax looked up at his parents and gripped his mother's hand tighter. His father raised his hand; “I'll take him. Three million dollars!” Strax looked up to the demon and frowned, “Mother… he looks sad. Why do they have to tie him in chains?” “Well, dear, he's dangerous. If he weren't in chains, he'd attack and most likely kill us all.” Strax felt a tremor goes through his mother's body as he held her hand tighter. His mother was crazy getting off on the trill of having a dangerous creature like him in the house.

 

“Sold!”

 

At home, it wasn't better. “Now, what is your name demon? Or do you even have a name?” the father asked with a sharp punch across the demon's face. “NO! Don't do that!” Strax ran up to his father and held his arm, “Don't… his face is too pretty to mess up, papa.” His father snorted and flinched as his wife walked next to him. “Midnight…. My name is Midnight.” The family blinked over to the demon and silence was about before the father grunted and walked away, leaving Strax and his mother alone.

 

“What a beautiful name,” she walked closer to Midnight and cupped his chin. “It's something I can get used to calling out,” she whispered and turned to follow her husband. Strax stared at Midnight and for once, locking eyes with him.

 

End Flashback…

 

Midnight smirked, “I remember now. You had the sex crazed mother and the suicidal father.” He placed his hand against Strax's and closed his eyes. “I liked you the best though. You saved me from them…” “I killed them.” Strax's reply caused Midnight blink up at him, “You what?” Strax lowered his gaze and hands from Midnight's face, “I killed them. I couldn't take it anymore. When they hurt you, I couldn't stand it!” Midnight watched as fresh tears fell from Strax's eyes. Absently, he reached up to swipe them away with his thumb.

 

“I'm flattered that you'd do that for my sake, but… it's best if you stay away from me.” Strax stared up at Midnight and shook his head, “I can't. I've been following the wanted signs, the hunter's traps… I've searched everywhere for you and now that I've found you…” “What? What are you going to do now that you've found me? Take me back to the slave farmers?” Strax bit his lip and looked down at the edge of the bed. “It does seem obvious. You live in a dump and you want the money,” he sneered and hung his legs over the side before standing. He flipped his hair over his shoulder and walked to the door. “Please, Midnight don't go!” Midnight stopped and glanced over his shoulder. It wasn't long before he felt Strax wraps his arms around his legs. “Please… stay with me… I have no intention of taking you back to the slave farmers… I promise… I don't want you to leave me again…” he sobbed against Midnight's leg causing the demon to flinch.

 

After some quick thought, Midnight sighed and knelt down to be eye level with Strax. “Look at you… the son of a general groveling on the floor like a pathetic sex slave who just confessed their love for their master… It almost sickens me, but brings a sense of pleasure watching you miserable…” Strax blinked up at Midnight and felt a slight blush creep across his features. “I… I'm sorry. I was just afraid…” “Afraid? Afraid is knowing that you're the last of your kind. That your race will be completely wiped out if you make one false move. I am afraid…” Midnight stood and walked back to the bed and sat on the edge with a sigh.

 

“Is that it then? You wish to bring back your race?” Strax crawled over to Midnight and rested his cheek against the older man's leg. He looked up to lock eyes with Midnight as he brought his hand up to apply pressure to the demon's groin. Midnight narrowed his eyes and quickly took hold of Strax's arm, “You don't know what you're doing, kid. You're only fifteen.” Strax removed his hand and turned to press his back against the bed. “Why don't you find a woman?” “Because I don't like women. I am not attracted to women at all. Besides… my race doesn't need women to reproduce. We were a race made entirely of males. We had ways of reproducing with one another.”

 

Strax's blush became more evident as he listened to Midnight's explanation. “How did… males get pregnant and have their young?” Strax asked staring down at the floor. Midnight bit his lip and shook his head as he prepared himself to explain Hellhound Reproduction to fifteen-year-old human. “Well… your ass acts much like your throat when you swallow food. When the seme cums it goes to a mock stomach located just above the real stomach. That's where the baby grows. Then when the next winter comes around, the baby is thrown up.”

 

“Sounds painful, Midnight. Have you ever had children?” Strax asked with wide eyes sparkling with curiosity. Midnight shook his head, “No. I don't like kids.” Strax hung his head and nodded, “But you wish to bring back your race… that means you have to get used to it sooner or later.” “Yeah… I guess.”