Seven Nights

So Bright.... Derrik couldn't help but stare, wide eyed, at the huge column of energy flowing down the hall. The others passed through it, unable to see the amazing testament to almost inhuman control and power. Slowly, cautiously, he followed it. The others ignored his odd movements, having long grown accustomed to Derrik's quirks. The bright cord, which was an odd brackish purple as opposed to the usual electric blue, led him to a room that had been unoccupied before he'd gone to visit his parents. He was awestruck.
Either the inhabitant of the room had gotten there as soon as he'd gone and never left their room, or the person inside was even more powerful than their cord led him to believe. So many things told him he should turn back, that this thing was dangerous.
As usual, his overpowering need to know kicked his survival instinct to the curb. He knocked.
The cord shifted, and that meant the person inside was moving. Derrik shook his head, shifting his sight back to this plane and causing the cord to fade from view. The door opened slowly, revealing a shirtless 20-something year old man with a positive waterfall of deep purple hair lounging languidly against the doorframe. Derrik started a bit; he'd never seen such natural looking purple hair on anyone but Void.
"What do you want, little boy?" A rumbling, silky-smooth, sultry voice ripped Derrik's attention to it's owner's face. He recognised the man instantly from the Order's surveillance.
Dynadin Grausherra. Real name: Daniel Williams. Void's older brother. The modern-day Rasputin.
Velvet emerald eyes bore down on him, and suddenly he could feel it. The waves of power flowed off this man, pulsing, warm, dark... and inviting. Derrik's knees were going weak at the heady feeling, but he used all of his willpower to remain standing.
"I.." He almost choked on his words, despite their simplicity, "I need to talk to you."
A slow, predatory smile crawled across Dynadin's lips. He looked Derrik over, carnal thoughts completely unhidden, even from the inexperienced teenager. He shifted his weight, moving his body like a jungle cat as he made room for Derrik to enter the room.
"Come in." The sultry rumble had lost all trace of annoyance, replaced now by lecherous amusement. Again disobeying his better instinct, Derrik ducked under Dyn's arm into the room, drawing his notebook as he did.
Dyn slunk past him, streching out on the bed and gesturing to the spot beside him. Derrik took the spot offered, leaving the door ajar.

Elsewhere, Savage and Biohazard sat up straight.
"You smell that?" Savage questioned Biohazard. Bio's eyes were wide and he paled slightly.
"Dyn's room is open." Void, who had been sitting calmly next to them, suddenly got up. Bio followed, edging on panic. The two hurried down the hall.

Derrik shifted uncomfortably under Dyn's prying gaze. He tried to ignore it, instead concentrating on his notes and questions.
"I want to know how you do what you do... Leeching off of a god without their permission." The smile never left Dyn's face.
"I'm surprised you can tell." He shifted, leaning closer to Derrik; so close that his breath ghosted across Derrik's cheek. The boy shivered, not used to another person so close. "Maybe you're not such a little boy after all..." The sultry purr in his ear set Derrik's nerves on fire. This was definately... new. Derrik had always controlled his hormones very well for someone his age, but he'd never had to around men. He had never even considered them, but now, sex incarnate's hand was resting on his thigh. Wait! When did that happen? His gaze jumped down to the hand, which he then realised wasn't a hand. A silky black shadow tenticle was slowly creeping up his thigh. He squirmed, but didn't allow himself to back away. He knew he had to hold his ground, or he'd never know.
"I know about the gods, but how do you do it?" Dyn chuckled in a way that made Derrik swallow hard.
"I can teach you." Derrik's eyes shot wide. Suddenly, his fear dissapated and he turned his head to face the predator, their noses almost touching. Derrik's voice came out more a demand than a request.
"Teach me." The sudden assertion pulled a dark laugh from Dynadin as he sat back.
"I don't do anything for free little boy." Dyn shook his head. Derrik advanced, almost crawling into Dyn's lap.
"Tell me, What do you want? I'd do almost anything..." Derrik had long ago learned that you don't tell a demon that you'd do anything.
Dyn's eyebrow arched at the younger boy.
"Would you now?" As he spoke, he drew closer again. Derrik didn't flinch, didn't let himself back away despite that sreaming voice of self-preservation in the back of his head.
"Yes." He was absolutely determined.
It was about that second Biohazard and Void reached the open door of Dyn's room.
"Dyn, Leave him alone." Void stood defiantly in the doorway, Biohazard looking signifigantly uncomfortable behind her. Dyn looked to his sister, his smile spreading even more. It was difficult for his sultry velvet rumble to come off as innocent, but he tried.
"Dear little sister... you've got it all wrong. This one," He put an arm around Derrik's shoulder as he spoke, "came to me." Void's glare didn't waver.
"What did you drug him with?"
"He's not drugged." Dyn stood, pulling Derrik with him as he approached her. "I had no idea he was coming... Pleasant surprise though it was." He got close enough that Void and Bio were forced to back out the door. "We were about to make a deal, weren't we Derrik?" Derrik's eyes were on the floor, not able to look at Void's horrified expression.
"Derrik?" He shook his head at Void's worry.
"You didn't tell me what you wanted, Dynadin." Dyn smiled slowly. Void watched him, seeming ready to snatch Derrik out from under Dyn's arm.
"In return for teaching you everything I know about power," he leaned in close to derrik's ear, His lips brushing there and sending chills down Derrik's spine as he spoke, "You will spend one week as my sex toy."
Derrik actually shuddered. But it wasn't the revulsion he'd expected. Something about the proposition... excited him. The way Dyn was starting to wrap his arms around him, stroking his stomach and breathing across his neck didn't help either. Seemingly distant outside his revarie, he could hear Void and Biohazard's angry voices.
"You can't do that!"
"He's just a kid!"
"Dyn, if you dare..." Dyn's voice broke in, commanding.
"He's grown enough. It's his choice." Void and Bio's stares fixed on Derrik again.
"Derrik," Bio's voice was low and worried, but carried a tone of more personal regret. "Don't do it..." Derrik shifted in Dyn's grasp. He was staring into space, weighing his options. Purity or Knowledge. Dyn's fingers caressing his stomach just above his pants, promise of so much more than just knowledge... The way Dyn's hips rocked almost imperceptibly against his back, a promise of pleasure, and degredation. Dyn's voice, like a fallen angel, wisped warmly over his ear.
"Well Derrik?"
Knowledge, pleasure, power... Knowledge.
Derrik's head lifted so that he was looking at Bio and Void in the hall again, his expression unreadable. He reached out....
And closed the door.

Derrik had never put a very high value on innocence. Suddenly his virginity didn't seem so high a price to pay.