The Demon's Toy Book 2 :: WORLD'S DIVIDED

The Demon's Toy 2 - 12:
Writing on the Wall


"Unnnhhh..." the pained moan worked free from a blistered throat, spilling past parched lips to echo dully around the room. Groaning again, Sereph tried to rub his eyes needing to clean away the webs that clung to his brain when he realized that his wrists were tied to the bedposts. Brows furrowing together and glared at the red mark lacing up his arms. What had happened last night? A shiver of fear played over his abused body, sending waves of agony lancing up and down his spine, into his thighs and everywhere in between. He couldn't recall beyond the point when Lucifer showed up in his room, wanting to play with Salloes.

Dropping his head back into the pillow, Sereph's face rolled against the softness as he panted in pain, Salloes! Snarling at his other half as he found that his own self healing was still working, slowly; slower then it should causing him to wonder why that was and what had Lucifer done to Salloes. He could not hear the demonic side of his personality at all this morning and that was a rather rare thing to have happen, considering that he heard the other everyday since arriving in Hell.

Lifting dazed blue eyes to the satin bindings that held his wrists to the bed posts, Sereph focused his fire starting power on those bindings, causing his head to pound with each ticking second until there was a small popping sound and flames danced across the bindings. In seconds the silk stripes were smoldering. Pulling at his arms until he managed to break the ties the rest of the way. Sereph rolled to his side, gasping as pain ripped up his back, "Uunn-KKkknn-hhhaannaa... Fuck you, Salloes you sick bastard..." Closing his eyes as body rebelled against even the slightest of movements, feeling both hung over and worked over, the former angel tried to massage some of the pain away.

-Fuck me? Fuck you and the fucking little bitch Fae you had to save! Getting us dragged down here to do what? What I ask you?! He's not even giving you pleasure!! Let alone me. Hell, I am not even allowed to touch your pretty little pet!- fumed his darker side in a deep rant that had more to do with his own fucked up mind then it had to deal with the dark Fae. -No! You know what he is doing, he is lay lifeless in that little shrine you built for him, that's what he is doing. Wasting away.- Salloes screamed back into his head causing Sereph to flinch in pain. -I swear, if I ever get the chance I will gut that bitch for what he has flung us into!-

"Wha-!! No you're not! It's NOT his fault we are here, it's Cronan's fault for taking him out of Chris's house and dragging him off. And if you want to really blame anyone... I made the choice to bring him to Hell to save his life. He never asked to be saved." Gasping around the pain that lanced through his head as his other side more then made itself known in a rather violent and explosive manner. Gritting his teeth, Sereph found himself gripping the bedding as his body tensed, "You are the one that went to bed with Lucifer. You know what he is like, leave Krinthen out of this, I swear if you touch him-"

-What? You will do what, exactly? Kill me for touching your little whore? I never thought you were the suicidal type. A martyr for sure, but to say that you are going to kill yourself for that Fae...- Bitter laughter rose in his mind as the snide voice grew thicker with hate and hurt, -That's right, its your fault, I am gonna kill you! Salloes turned t around on his lighter half as he was sure that he could live with out Sereph mucking things up for him. -Besides, our body should have been mine from the start. It's what Lucifer wants; I am gonna give it to him, too!- Sneering darkly, Salloes growled the sound vibrating in Sereph's throat, the feel of fangs growing longer, pushing against his already abused mouth. He wanted to hurt Sereph in the worst way possible and when he had his freedom, Lucifer would be next on the list and after that... There would be a new Prince of Hell.

"Think about it!" Sereph rasped, forcing the words to untangle from his tongue, "If I am dead and gone, what do you think he will do with you?" Trying not to sound desperate as Salloes tried to shove him out of control of the body they both shared at the moment, "I am sore as all Hell from last night; do you think he will stop? No, he is going to use your ass until..." The words cut off as he violently gripped the sheets while his body shivered with pain.

-Shut UP! I don't wanna talk about last night... EVER! He WILL pay for what he's done!-

Feeling rather violated, Sereph felt sick to his stomach, wanting to wash the taint off his body that filled him. Sereph wet his lips and tried for a rational voice with his darker self, "Do you understand what I am trying to tell you, you insane asshole? Lucifer would love nothing more for my morals to be stripped away, for you to kill Krinthen and reside fully in this body. But what of the twins?" Sereph pushed the boys into their mind. "Would you have him enslave them as well? You know he will, what do you think he will do to them? Take them fishing and give them piggy back rides? You are fooling yourself if you think for a moment that he will leave them as they are now."

-Fuck you!-

Driving his point home and struggling to take the upper hand just this one time, Sereph had to make his darker side see Krinthen as someone worthy of being saved from Lucifer plots for the power over his soul and body, "He is the one that gave us our children. What of them, Salloes? They know that Krinthen is awake now... They love him and if you were to kill their 'mother' they would never forgive you." Closing his eyes as his body shuttered, recalling the bloody dream, Krin's lifeless body at his feet...

-He's awake?- Sounding startled by the thought and dragging Sereph's thoughts from the dark promise against Krin's life.

"...Yes..." The Angel rasped out, "He woke up last night and even then Lucifer tried to turn him against me, I don't know how, but I know that Krin's waking and finding me in Lucifer's possession could not have been anything other then a set up." The pain on Krin's face would haunt him for a good long while. How could he face the man again? Pushing those images aside as his hands continued to knot into the ruined sheets, "Listen carefully, Salloes," Wetting his dry mouth over again with the tip of his tongue, "you can not kill Krin! Think of what will happen to the boys if Lucifer has his way with them."

His darker side seemed to dwell in silence for a long moment, long enough cause Sereph to wonder if the other had vanished until he suddenly spoke up again. Swearing colorfully, Salloes bit out, -Shit... fuck... damn Lucifer...- An unwanted moral twitch kicking the demonic side of the angel in the ass. Snarling, claws curved Sereph's nails into the bedding and started to rip it to ribbons. -They are mine and I will not let him harm them...- Salloes struggled to take control of the body their fractured minds resided in and found that it would not move for him either and cursed again, laying still and panting with Sereph, Salloes closed pained blue eyes tightly. -I think you are right, that Lucifer is playing us as fools. He tried to convince me that Krinthen was at fault...-

Shutting out the events of last night was no longer working. Memories of last night started to return, leaving him raw, broken and withdrawn. The sex with Lucifer had been thrilling for a while, soaking up the pain and pleasure of their union, as their bodies came together over and over. Being shoved down onto the table, stripped of his clothing, that hard cock shoved into his ass, rode hard until he was a panting sticky mess. From there they moved to up against the wall, to the bed and then the floor, knowing all the while that Sereph would be pissed about what they were doing. Salloes continued to push for more until it really started to hurt and Lucifer seemed to be trying to flay his flesh from his body. That was when it had stopped being fun or funny and the real pain had began, Salloes loved to torture pretty little things, but Lucifer took it to a whole new level. And just when he thought he couldn't stand another moment, the blond had breathed out that name in his ear.

Krinthen...

The Lord of Hell spoke in dark tones of how this all was the Fae's fault, that the man was to blame for them being here. That if Krinthen were gone from his life, this would not be happening now. Low tones speaking of murdering the soft creature, tearing him to bits and leaving those bits where Sereph could find them. Mourn them until he broke. It was a seductive thought at the time, to watch Krinthen bleeding while he broke the healer so he could further torment the fucked up bastard within his mind.

Yet now, it did not look like such a good idea, if the twins were to discover his hand in Krin's death... They would... He could not lose them, they belonged to him, just as much as the Fae's life belonged to him. It would be his to end in a time of his choosing and not before and certainly not because of some ass's whims. No, this was his family, even if Sereph would not share, a small pang of regret touched him for a brief moment.

Utter shock rocked through Sereph's mind, finding his lips parting as he openly gaped, "I could not have heard you right..." It was impossible... Salloes was not capable of such tender emotions.

-Stop staring at me!-

"Where did that come from?" Questioned the celestial side of their shared mind.

-As if you don't know, you fucking pussy whipped bitch!- Huffing hotly before he turned to stare at the ceiling, gritting out, -Fine... Fine! No killing Krin, for now, then what can I kill? Lucifer...- Trying to come to grips with the morals that Lucifer had seemed to have provided him when he had tampered with the seal that his mother had wrapped him up in... though, could that woman really be considered his mother? She may have carried this body but it was Persephone that he owed his existence too, not that he would ever thank her for such a thing.

"Mmmm... Maybe, though, not now? As much as it pains me to say this; We may have to work together..." Sereph hissed, hating the idea with every fiber of his abused body, but it was the only thing he could come up with at this moment. "But first, I need to heal," squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to find a position where his body wasn't screaming in sheer agony.

Salloes snorted and settled down as well, coiling around himself as he let out a pained sigh that echoed Sereph's, -We need to heal and if I work with you, I get a piece of Krin's ass.- Grinning darkly as he caused Sereph to growl possessively.


*****


What am I going to do? I love him, which hasn't changed, even if Sereph is sleeping with Lucifer. He's given up so much for me, his freedom, his place in Heaven, sacrificed some of his morals. Things he should never have had to give up for anyone. He says it's not my fault, but I can not help but to feel that I carry some of the responsibility. There has to be something I can do to lighten this burden he carries for our children, for me. I know what Lucifer wants; he wants me to run away from Sereph, to abandon him to his fate. He wants me dead and out of the way. To bale on Sereph and leave him helpless and alone. And I should, he betrayed me with Lucifer. But what is that small betrayal in the face of all he's done for me?

Nothing! It is nothing compared to the whole of his love for me.

No one has given me as much as Sereph has given me, not with out asking for a price in return. Never. Not once has he ever asked anything of me in return. He just simply loved me. Made me feel whole again, like I was someone worthwhile, that my value went beyond my power. And there is nothing that I can ever give him that can ever equal what he's given back to me.

I love him beyond all reason, my heartaches for his touch, to know his smile, to feel his eyes upon me while we make love. And it's more then just those things that I long for when I am far from him.

These thoughts chased themselves around in his mind as the warm spray of water poured down over his head, matting his long dark hair to his face, shoulders and back. Silver blue eyes were closed to the world around him as he lived in those thoughts, drawing up old memories of a time before Serephium when he had lived alone in White City. There he had only a few friends and even fewer that truly knew him at all. He was a half-breed, no matter how he tried to hide it, people feared him. And those that did not fear him wished to use him for their own purposes. His power was what had brought the demon to him in the first place, just another to use him for his own benefits.

Shuddering despite the warmth of the water, Krinthen drew his hands through his hair, pulling it back from his face, tipping his head upward as the spray continued to pour down over him. He allowed the water to wash the bad taste from his mouth and mind. It was the past and he had moved on, grown from those experiences and was now stronger for having lived through them.

Krinthen could not set aside his thoughts now that he had the time to dwell upon them. Instead, he was attempting to work through them, searching for answers, even if they were not the answers he wanted to hear. Sereph and he needed to talk about the changes that had occurred over the last few years. And he had gone to the man's room early this morning for that talk only to learn that the man remained locked with in his rooms, unwilling to talk to anyone including him.

Especially him, the guard at the door had made a point in telling him that Sereph had ordered that he be rebuffed should he come to call at the door. That -his- master was not in the mood to be bothered by such a lowly creature such as him, which was complete and utter shit as far as Krinthen was concerned, but he would respect Sereph's need for space for now, he would use his time to arm himself for the upcoming battle with the father of his children.

Hanging his head, fingers slipping along the wall as his knees gave away and he sunk slowly to the cool tiled floor. Blinking back the tears that threatened to spill past his lashes, it was hard to be the bigger man when he was the one that was in agony over the betrayal he had seen and then to be rejected at every turn. The Fae drew in a pained breath, one hand coming to press against his flattened belly as the other covered his mouth, stopping the sob from leaving his throat.

Giving into a moment of weakness, Krin had to ask, What am I going to do? Struggling with the thought; he didn't even know what Sereph wanted or what he wanted to do beyond distancing himself from him. It was a knife in his heart knowing that the only man he ever loved, really loved, and no longer wanted him.

Hot tears spilled free, mingled with the water from the shower and continued to roll down his cheeks unchecked. The noises he was trying to stifle slipped free on a muffled whimper of distress. Rocking his slight frame with the harsh sounds he was trying not to make, Krin had never felt so utterly useless and helpless. He was going to lose everything, he could already feel it slipping through his fingers and there was no way to recall it back to his hand. There was no way to turn back time, going back before things were this messed up...

If he could, that might mean he would have to give up his children. Slumping over his bent knees, he could never give them up. Not after spending the morning with the little implings, becoming part of their lives all over again. Holding them, playing with them, talking with them for hours. They were so precious to him and to know that he held them in his body, that they were created out of his love for Sereph and that his lover doted on them, loved them, and treated them like the precious little gems that they were. It lightened his heart to know that they were loved by such a man and it drove that knife in his heart all the deeper to know that he had not been there the way he planned to be there.

Someone had stolen that time from all of them and that someone wanted him further out of the way.

Lucifer.

That bastard! And now he wanted to steal even more from him.

Full lips set into a grim line as wet lashes lifted and the hard silver gaze settled on his hands that braced his weight from the floor, "I will be damned if I give up and give in. I have never surrendered before and I will not do so now." Lifting his head, Krinthen shouted, "DO YOU HEAR ME!?" Looking around himself and knowing that he was alone. Sereph had laid very thick wards on his room to keep him safe, no one was going to slip into his room with out Sereph suddenly showing up to rip said intruders throat out for them. Gritting his teeth, his resolve steeling his nerve as he rose to his feet, "I will not let him go with out a fight."

Scanning the room for nah-sayers, and when none stepped forth to challenge his thinking, Krin rose to his feet, lifting his chin, a look of defiance settling on his still features. He would find away to bring Sereph to his knees. Just watch him! Curling his fingers into the palms of his hands, the Fae marched out of the bathroom and started to search his room for the items he would need to draw his lover's attention back to him in such a manner that the man would never look to anyone else, ever again.


*****


Dressing in a pair of lose fitting, leather pants and a long sleeved shirt that laced up the front, Sereph had come to deal with those around him and found himself embroiled it a right royal mess. Sinking back into the soft padding of the high, winged back chair, Sereph buried his face into the palm of his hand and struggled to shield himself from the growing emotions of those around him. He already had a splitting headache that caused his stomach to clenched painfully while bile to rise up the back of his throat and still the people around him would not shut up. There was some kind of uproar among the guards that he could not focus on for more the two seconds. His body was still healing and the only reason he was here at all was because matters were slowly growing out of hand. There had already been blood shed outside of his room, one guard dead, another severally wounded and no one was forth coming over the reasons of why this had happened.

He hated demons; they were so fucking petty and small-minded. Growling low in his throat, blue eyes lifted from his palm, fire leaping into them as he pinned the two that seemed to be the source of the conflict that was driving the rest of his house into madness. The hardened gaze narrowing a fraction more as his hand lowered further from his face, words starting to form on his tongue when the double doors at the far end of the hall swung open.

-Great... another player to this drama. Ya know how I wanted to kill something? Why don't we make it this group of morons?- Salloes voice teased at the back of his mind, causing his fingers to twitch, lip to pull back to bare his fangs at those present. -Say we can, please?-

Yet Sereph's mind was trapped by the silhouetted figure at the end of the long room, knowing and yet not knowing who it was that had so boldly entered his domain in such a brazen fashion that it caused his insides to prickle with anticipation. Another snarl started up his throat as he drank in the lithe body and the high rise of the ordainments in the being's hair, how the light caught the webbing between the pillars that rose ever upward like a crown.

Who would dare to be so bold in his court?

Salloes snarled at him, -Pay fucking attention to... me... who is that?- Interest perked as the ethereal figure started forward. The soft sway of ripe hips and long legs, drinking it all in with a low, heated growl of pleasure. Salloes frowned himself sitting up a little straighter in the throne while inky black shadows slipped away and yet still clung to the other as if they knew just how to tease the senses. Winding and enthralling the demonically cursed creature, hunger formed where only sickness had been moments before, now Salloes licked his lips and rumbled towards the brazen threat that swept ever closer to him.

The whole of the room seemed to go still and quiet, parting to allow the intruder in closer to the one that sat on the throne. The body moved with an air of grace, almost as if there was an invisible wall around this one person that forced other's to move or just be run over by his presence. It was magnificent how this being dominated the scene with so little effort. Slow and sure as if he knew all eyes should be on him.

Wetting his lips, Salloes purred darkly, now where had this being been all this time? Perhaps Lucifer had sent him a new play toy after last night? Something just for him, something that would replace Krin in his bed?

Sereph growled back at him, struggling to control their shared body, oh... his other side knew this figure? Tipping his head a little to the side as the young man came to stand before the throne, milk soft skin, pale as moon light gleamed with health while ebony black hair was pulled back at the front, leaving a fall of bangs to fringe his brow line. The rest either pulled into a half-top knot or left to fall to the floor, pooling at delicate bare feet.

Drinking in the sight with a warming grin tugging at his lips, his gaze strayed upwards from those bare feet, over nicely turned legs half hidden by the golden sheet that was draped over a thin waist and flat belly. Still his gaze moved further up the figure that stood so quietly and so proudly before him as if he had every right to be doing so. The insolent whelp would soon learn his place, the grin growing bolder as his gaze raked over the pale man's chest, taking note that both nipples were pierced and a thin gold chin had been strung between the two studs that now threaded through the holes. His eyes traveled back down, following that chain as it vanished beneath that golden cloth. Arching a brow, wondering what was hidden under such a delicate looking covering.

Growling low in his throat, appreciating the effort the man had taken in his appearance thus far. His darkening orbs spilled over broad, strong shoulders, past the column of neck that bore a collar of some sort and came to rest on the heart stopping face of, "...Krinthen Silver..." Salloes breathed as he leaned back in the throne. He clicked his nails against the throne's arm as he purred out, "What brings you here, to me?"

Krin rose his chin a fraction, "You do, My Lord Serephium." Only then did the Fae bow his head towards his lover, "I have come for you." The words passing his lips as a sexual promise as he moved his hands wide, taking with him the golden wrap that he wore around himself, "All that I am, is yours, My Lord." Revealing exactly where that chain had wandered off to, it was clipped to a golden cuff that was wrapped around the base of his semi-hard cock.

Sereph and Salloes groaned as one, Krinthen looked exotic and he was standing in his court, naked, unashamed and offering himself to him... Closing his eyes as he dragged in his lover's scent, how he had missed that warm scent of dark magic and healing herbs. It had been far too long since last he had dragged it into his lunges and felt the fire of that cold, hard gaze upon him with naked, sexual intentions that curled his toes against the step of the dais that held his throne.

Ignoring the voices from behind him, Krinthen dipped into a low bow before his lover, "That is, if you dare to claim me, Serephium," Lifting his eyes to the other male, the challenge was clear and bright in those silver tint orbs. The voices behind him rose another degree and yet he didn't move, focusing solely on the man before him, his whole reason for being here and fully unclothed and with out shame. He should thank Son'Arrin for the lessons in being with out shame and pride, but that would be one rather cold day in Hell... Hell... he was here; he would now be aware if Hell should suddenly have a cold day.

Rising slowly from the throne, Salloes slunk towards his lover, eyes sliding over the bent figure, oh, he wanted to touch all that perfect skin, to feel the heat of it pulsing under his fingers. Turning a slow circle around the smaller male as he came to stand before Krinthen, "And what makes you think I would wish to claim you at all?" Tipping his head to the side, white hair sliding into one eye as they narrowed, "Have I not already claimed you? Are you not already mine to do with as I please? I have brought you to Hell, there is no escaping what I have done to you."

Black lashes dipped lover over those silver tinted eyes as Krinthen rose from his bowed position, "Who said I wished to escape?" countering lightly as he rose his chin once more. "And you are mistaken and a fool if you think you can do to me as you please if I do not consent to your touch," the room around him seemed to fall silent over his bold statement. Taking a step back from him as if they feared that he had just damned himself and all those around him, that he would bring Sereph's wraith down on all of them.

Salloes smirked darkly while his lips quirking to the left side of his mouth, "Oh, so bold, my little Fae, you dare to challenge me here? In front of all these witnesses with your brash words and sweet little body?" Passing his eyes once more over Krin's naked form before he lifted his scathing regard to his lover's calm face once more, it was as if the dark haired male was privately laughing at him. Seething, he stepped forward, taking the long mass of hair in his hands, jerking on it, forcing Krin's head back and bringing the Fae to his knees before him, "Do not think you will win this game you are playing."

"But I have already won," Krin breathed, hands coming to rest on Sereph's hips, fingers tracing over the leather clad thighs, gasping slightly as his hair was tugged a little harder. "I told you, you could not do as you pleased if I wasn't willing to consent..." Dark lashes dusted pale cheeks as he spoke softly, "...But I am. If you wish to take me here..."

Salloes's eyes darkened when Krin's words sparked his lustful side, causing Sereph to curse and thrash against the bindings that held him tightly for the moment. It would be so easy to slit the Fae's pretty little throat, yet he could not bring himself to do it, there it was that grinding little edge of morality biting him in the ass. Lifting his regard from his tasty little treat to the group of on looking demons that were watching and waiting for him to make up his mind and slaughter the male so they could feast upon his remains. Well, they would have a very long wait. There would be only one person to feast upon his delicate treat.

"OUT!! He is mine and I will not share him with the likes of you," Salloes snarled darkly. And to tell the truth, his mind was already made up, he wanted this man under him, but not with those ghouls watching them. Though he was tempted to do just that, to see if there was a layer of shame to Krinthen Silver's sweet self.

"Vnyhur, Utherous, you two had better vanish with out a trace because if I find you after I finish teaching this ingrate his lessons, I will take great pleasure in pealing the skins from your hides in small pieces and feeding them to you when I finish." Glaring at the others that were still standing there, "Do you not have places to be?"

It took the small gathering a moment to realize that he was indeed waiting for them to leave. Startled them moved quickly, emptying the room of all but the two of them. Well, rather three of them, but Krinthen didn't know that Sereph was no longer present.

Rubbing the rich, black, silken strands of hair between his fingers, Salloes's deep voice washed over Krin as he spoke, "So, I can do anything I want to you and you will not fight me?" Lapping his lips, Salloes undid the belt that held his pants in place, "Then let's see if you remember how to suck cock?" Giving his hips a bit of a wiggle so the leather slipped down his own long legs, causing his pants to pool at his feet. He jerked Krin's face towards his crotch. "Well? Or was it just an empty tease? And if it was..." leaving the threat to hang empty in the air between them.

"...Seph... these bruises..." Delicate fingers brushed against the deeply red and purple marks on tanned flesh, "My love..." breathing the words as he turned his softening eyes upwards, "...Allow me to heal you?" Leaning forward, Krin brushed his tongue over Sereph's leg, focusing his healing power into the velvety surface, eyes slitting closed, Krinthen gave a low hum of pleasure as he lapped as his lover's skin. His hands drifting upward to caress the wealth of bruised skin over Sereph's hips and along his waist, soothing it under his warm palms. With slow steady strokes, Krin brushed against Sereph's injures, bringing not only the tingle of pleasure but also his own healer's energy, which sped the recovery on the damaged surface. The dark Fae looked rather content to continue to brush his tongue over his warm flesh.

Salloes watched Krin with a growing hunger that stirred deep in his loins and started to spread out through his body, "Hhhnnrrr..." The breathy moan of pleasure slipping free while Krin's tongue continued to paint over his inner thighs and up along his hips. He'd wanted to taste the Fae for a while now, finding it a little humorous that the Fae was making a show of tasting him like he were some kind of sweetened treat. Wetting his lips, Salloes relaxed against Krin's eager attention, a small grin tipping his devious lips upwards, he had always loved tormenting his better half with ideas of what he would do if Krin's sweet flesh were his own. Carving it up, marring it in some way that the healer would not be able to over come, causing the other half of his mind nightmares until Sereph woke with a start.

It had been fun, at first, teasing Sereph with the demise of his lover by his own hands, knowing that was what the other feared most. But when Krin had become an addiction of his own dark thoughts, an obsession not even he could control, Salloes no longer drew the same pleasurable torment from his angelic side's horrifying nightmares. He had become truly afraid that his own fantasies for the Fae's fate would never come to be and worse then that Salloes feared that he would not be able to carry out those fantasies.

Leaning into Krin's mouth, the white haired demon lord purred, "F-fuck... Yeah..." Groaning his words out as the healer's tongue brushed against his aches, causing the knots of agony to weaken and recede. Tipping closer to the dark haired male, heated blue eyes peering down at the top of Krin's dark head of hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands so that he could kneed the back of the Fae's head. The way that Krin's mouth moved against his flesh, washing away the pains and leaving behind a coiling heat was nearly perfect as it was slowly driving him out of his mind.

"Ah... Kitten, why has no one snatched you before that demon came along?" Teasing the silken strands of black, finding the vividly colored antenna that lay hidden in the dark mass, Salloes took his time in drawing them slowly between his fingers. Gently rolling them, listening to the soft intake of breath from his lover. Krin moaned low in his throat, the sexy sound filling the air around them. Smirking, Salloes knew just how sensitive they were to touch and what would happen if he pulled too hard or just ripped them out. But knowing and experiencing the sounds Krin made when those fuzzies were stroked was two very different things.

A shudder rolled through Krin's body, lifting silver shaded eyes, the Fae peered up at his lover then effectively rolled his shoulders, "Who says that no one hasn't tried to claim me before that bastard came along? Much like that demon, those that offered for me wanted my body and nothing more then to strip me of my dignity. My mother told me that I should never settle for anything less then my hearts desires." His gaze moving back to the jutting cock before him, tongue brushing against the flushed crown of Sereph's cock with a soft murmur of appreciation. "Though," rolling his lips over the fluid that started to leak free, "There was one man I could have loved, but my job kept me from giving him the time of day to find out if we could have been more then friends." Speaking softly of things that he had never told Sereph about before, then again neither had asked about past lovers, Krin had none other then Sereph and Son'Arrin and if Sereph had had other people in his life, he didn't want to know.

Sighing softly, Krin shook his head as he attempted to be honest with himself, "But, that's not true..."

"Oh? Does he have a name?" Encouraging the other to continue, not that he gave a damn about who the Fae might have loved, it was information for later, things he could throw into Sereph's face, shake the angel's hold on this body. Besides, he would hunt this person down that the Fae loved and gut him. String his innards up around Krin's room...

"Lars. Lars Lumare, Captain of the White City Home Guard, strong and sure of himself, he was my only friend when I was a healer. He wanted me but it wasn't enough. I couldn't bring myself to trust him enough to love him. And in the end, he found another and I stopped believing in happily ever after." Krin's eyes pinned his lover with a heated look, a warm smile touching his lips as he stroked his hands over the newly healed skin, "That is, until you flew in the window to save me from that demon."

"So, because I saved you from that demon, you love me? Even if I have dragged you to Hell?" Salloes asked, once more started to rub the soft velvety fuzzies between his fingers.

"You saved my life, yes. But it was more then that, Sereph; you gave me a piece of myself back. Not once have I regretted knowing you."

"Not even when you caught Lucifer fucking me into my desk?" How far did saint Krin go? Salloes wondered as he continued to roll the antenna between his fingers. Would the man scream at him for pulling it free. Would he tip his head back and offer him up his throat, his life to take if he wanted it? What fun was that?

Coming back to his feet, Krin stepped into lover pushing him backward until Sereph landed on the throne, "Do you love him? Will you give him your children? Will you leave me to be with him?"

Forced to release what he was playing with when Krin came to his feet, curious as to the line of the former healer's questioning as he was pushed into his throne. Falling back, Salloes gripped the Fae's hips possessively and pulled the other male along with him. Hold that heated gaze with his own, Salloes answered with all the honest he could muster, "I don't love him, the boys are mine and I have no intention of leaving you." Looking slyly up at the Fae, skimming clawed nails over perfect flesh, wanting to chew on it, mar it mark it in some way. "But what if I still desire to bed him? Will you stand in my way?"

Krin had started to lean into Sereph, only to pause and draw back to stare at the other, "Then I will do the only thing left to me; I will leave you and I will take the boys with me when I go. I love you, Sereph, beyond all reasoning but that one I will not live with under any circumstance."

"What if I won't let you go? Nor give up Lucifer?" Not that he gave two shits about the Prince of Hell. What he wanted was no seated in his lap and looking rather miffed that he wasn't taking those threats seriously. And why should he? Krin was his and the man would have to escape Hell first. Which didn't seem like the little kitten would do sine he was seated in his lap looking all sexed up. Krin shouldn't have so readily tipped his hand. Then again, the little fool thought he was speaking with his lover, his lover that would have readily agreed to give up the blond lord of Hell. But Krin wasn't speaking to his lover, but his lover's demonic side. Salloes had no such whim to give Lucifer up, even if the Lord of Hell had abused him rather poorly last night.

Krin looked good and pissed while he was feeling much better after his love had kissed him better. Pondering the idea of pitting those two against each other for his affections, Salloes slapped Krin's ass causing the Fae to jump a little in startlement. Grinning at the other male, the demon purred, "But those things aside for now; Why did you come to me here all dressed up like some kind of kinky sex treat, were you trying to get yourself raped? Was it to convince me that you are worth keeping? Or perhaps it was to convince yourself of that very same thing?" Quirking a brow at the dark haired male, knowing that he had hit a tender spot in the Fae's tough hide.

Krin drew back from Sereph's lap, his silver eyes flashing with dark anger as his right hand rose to slap the shit out of Sereph for his disparaging remarks concerning why he had come to the throne room in the first place. Even if the words had a ring of truth to them. "Ass!" hissing the word as his hand was caught in the white haired male's grasp. Narrowing his eyes on the one he loved, Krin grit out, "you've let Hell change you. How could you be so cynical? I love you... or has that come to mean nothing to you?"

Grabbing Krin's other hand; Salloes shifted their positions, seating Krinthen into the throne, "Me? And how dare you speak of love when you are the one dressed like a tart and making threats to remove your love if I don't bend to your whims." Snarling at the smaller male, blue eyes flaring with his own anger, keeping a tight hold on the former healer's hands, Salloes put a knee between his lover's legs and pried them apart. "It's been awhile, Sweetheart, since last we've talked. A lot has changed but no some much so that my body doesn't ache to possess your sweet flesh." Grinding his point into the other's lap as he dragged Krin's hand over his head, and with a bit of magic the throne shifted, forming a set of cuffs around the Fae's up raised arms, trapping them against the throne.

"Let me up," Krin bit out as he tugged at his hands, wishing he had not come here seeking his lover's attention and answers to his questions. Then again, wasn't this a form of answer?

"I am going to fuck you." Grasping the golden wrap the other was wearing, Salloes dragged it from Krin's body, flinging it across the room. Heated blue eyes racked over the slim, pale form of his lover. The snaking golden chain tempting him with dark thoughts. "Mmmrrr..." The dark sound working free as he wet his lips, "Fuck yea... and what do we have here?" Reaching between Krin's legs, his hands coming to cup and roll over Krin's erection.

Krin's hips arched upward into that moving hand, "Don't... stop..." Pleading softly as color bloomed across his cheeks, his lips parting allowing him to pant softly. Closing his eyes, he struggled against his bonds, "I don't want you like this."

"Oh yes you do, you little slut," rasping voice purred hazily against Krin's ear as Salloes scraped his fangs along Krin's neck, "You want me to fuck your sweet little ass, don't you?"

"Mmmmmmmhhhmmm..." whimpering low in his throat, Krin tried to escape Sereph's hold on his body only to thrust himself back into that awaiting hand. "Seph... please..."

Salloes's other hand began toying with one of his nipple rings, those devastating blue eyes fastened him with a hard, cold stare, "That's right, beg me for it. I want to hear that candy-coated voice of yours pleading me for more."

Kin pined in the back of his throat, struggling to lift himself up or away, it was hard to know what it was he was trying to do with his lover stared at him like he was trying to figure out the best way to eat him. His cock twitching in Sereph's palm as he withered in the high backed seat as the other took that length of chain between his nipples into his mouth and wickedly tugged upon it. "Mmmnnnaahhh... No... please... God... Seph..." His voice coming out in broken pants as he twisted in his place.

"That's right... I am your God," Salloes snarled as he pulled at the chain, wanting to hear Krin cry out for him. His squeezed what he held in his hand, "Common baby, we haven't even begun to dance." Taking that chain into his freed hand, the white haired male leaned back, tugging on it more, listening to Krin cry out sharply, the muscles in the Fae's thighs jumping at the stimulation, his own cock coming to stand at attention. Shit... not even Lucifer could do this to him.

Rolling his tongue over his dry lips, Salloes dropped the chain for a moment, his hands smoothing over pale flesh, the demon lord lifted and parted Krin's legs further. Setting those long, toned limbs over the arms of his throne, leaving the other opened and exposed to his view, "Hhhnnrrr..." the sound slipping free, "I think you need something to fill you up," Smirking darkly, watching his lover's gaze grow wide and soft. Sinking in closer, Salloes offered up two fingers to Krin's lips, "We can start with these and then go from there, unless you just want to jump into that something else."

Hesitating only a moment, Krin opened his mouth, engulfing those fingers into the warm heat of his mouth and began to nurse upon them. Sucking them hard, wetting them. Brushing his velvety tongue over the callused edges of Sereph's fingers. Moaning softly, his silver gilded gaze never leaving that vivid blue, sky-scape that belonged to his lover. Willing the man to see the love and desire in his own eyes, craving to have it returned and wondering if it was even possible. Had Hell torn the last shred of Sereph's moral fiber from him? Hating himself even more for how his lover had fallen just to save his miserable, misbegotten life.

Sucking harder on those two fingers as if he could find some sort of redemption in the act, Krin earned a deep-throated moan from the larger male. Moaning back at Sereph, Krin slipped his tongue between the two digits, nibbling on the ends of Sereph's fingers, anything to hear him moan again, to prove that there was more between them then just this savage act of sex.

Drawing his fingers away from Krin's eager mouth, his tongue toying against the Fae's soft skin, "Oh, so you do remember how it's done. Good to know." Kissing the man's cheek softly, "Let's see what else you remember?" Moving his mouth along his lover's face to take one of those tempting pink fuzzies between his lips.

Whimpering softly, Krin's cock gave an achy twitch in his lap, "Mmmnn... Seph... please." Gripping at the bonds around his arms, struggling to find some sort of friction to ease the need that Sereph had stirred in his body. "Not... Fair..." Krin groaned out as the antenna was rubbed against Sereph's lips, "...I... can't... return the... favooorrraaaannnn!" Arching up off the throne as teeth scraped against the hollowed fiber that protruded from his head.

"Oh love, there is no need for you to do anything other then sit there and allow me to torment you like I have desired to do so since the first time I laid eyes upon you." Sucking hard on that velveteen structure, causing Krin's hips to buck and flex, his damp fingers trailing over heated flesh until he slipped past Krin's needy member. Ignoring it for the moment as he searched lower, "ahhh... there we are..." Blowing heated air over the wet fuzzy once more Krin jolted, whining louder while he was deviously tortured by Salloes's experienced hands. "That's right, just like that," Salloes panted heavily, moving to thrust both of his slicked fingers into Krin's waiting ass.

"EEENNNNHHHH!!" crying out, his toes curled as his thighs tensed and trembled. Shaken and heated, a trail of pre cum started to ooze from the flushed head of his cock, "NNNNNMmmm.... SEPH!" gritting the man's name out as his body strained around the invasion. It had burned but it felt good in that heated way that he loved, "... f-fuck..." panting the word out through his teeth.

"You like it rough, don't you? Loved to be tied down and taken like the bitch you are? Say it..." Salloes encouraged silkily as he moved his mouth to Krin's shoulders and neck, teeth scraping along tender flesh. Though he didn't care to hear the other man's name on Krin's sweet lips, neither was Salloes about to correct him. The demonic side of Sereph wasn't about to lose out once more to that angelic reject with which he had to share this body. Sereph could stay right where he had locked him until he was through with Krin's tempting body.

"Seph..." lost in the haze of intense pleasure, Krin ached all over for more willing those penetrating fingers to move as his muscles clamped around them, dragging them in deeper. Gods he wanted them to move. Trembling against the teeth at his neck and shoulders, tension filling his taunt body while the other continued to use his teeth against his skin, Krin clenched his fingers into fist and gritted out, "...stop... teasing me... bite me already. Mark me... claim me... please...."

"Then say it..." Salloes breathed as he flexed his fingers inside of Krin, just enough to get the other to moan for him.

"S-Say... what?" Krin stuttered out when those fingers gave a hint of life.

"Say you like being treated like this," Salloes repeated for the other, wondering how far he could push Krinthen.

The Fae stared at his lover for a moment then swallowed hard, "But... I don't." Krin furrowed his brows, "You are playing on my... kink and sucking my fuzzies and your fingers are in side of me... I don't like being tied up." The healer hissed back at Sereph, struggling once more to get free of his bonds but they held him fast and in place.

"Kink hun?" purring the words against Krin's skin, "You like to be bitten?" Sinking his teeth into the Fae's neck and biting hard, hard enough to leave marks and break the skin, wanting to test just how far that little kink went. He bet Krin cried off afterwards, begged him to be free...

"MMMMNNNrrrrrrNNNnnmmm....HHhhnnn... uuunn... So... not fair..." His body aching and squirming against those fingers and teeth, "more... please..." his voice coming in hot, broken pants as he pleaded his with lover to keep going.

Sinking his fingers deeper into the moist heat of Krin's ass, he started to thrust them in and out, grinning darkly as the smaller male bucked and rocked against him in a wanton manner. Krinthen Silver did not appear to be a complicated being on the surface; cool, calm and together, on the inside, however there were some many levels that had nothing to do with the icy outward layer. Salloes had struck one a few of those layers, the poor dear was mad at him for refusing to give over on Lucifer, and yet Krinthen wanted him to claim him. Not that he could give over on the matter of Lucifer because that sadistic bastard was his Prince now. While he could say 'no' there would be a price to pay for his refusal, a price that might come far too high and dear to him. It might cost him the heated little tidbit in his lap or their sons. He could not loose them by refusing the one being that had sheltered them from the rest of the world and their judgmental ways.

Chuckling softly, Salloes continued to thrust his fingers into Krin's tight ass, feeling the muscles clench around his fingers and drawing them deeper into that cavity he longed to fill. Swearing under his breath, the white haired male bowed over Krin's withering body, setting his teeth to the man's right nipple, Salloes sunk them into the Fae's flesh, drawing both blood and a scream of pleasure from the former healer, marking the delicate flesh.

Dragging his claws along the creamy white flesh, Krin gave another helpless cry of distressed pleasure, arching up to meet the abuse as Salloes moved to lap up the spilled blood. It was no wonder that Sereph kept this little bit to himself, Krinthen was one of those rare sorts that like a little pain with his pleasure. Rumbling like a content wolf, Salloes with drew his fingers and came to kneel between Krin's spread thighs. Bracing a hand over one leg, the demon inclined his own body against the other male's lithe form, drinking in Krin's panting breath as he ghosted a kiss against the sweetly parted lips, "I am going to enjoy this more then you know." Positioning his own thick, hard cock at the puckered opening of Krin's body. "I want to see you cum."

Salloes had longed to see Krin for himself, taste him against his tongue, to be the cause of the Fae's cries of pleasure and of pain. To be the one to deny him merci while he claimed not only his body but his life as well. Slinking in closer, the larger male took his time, savoring the way that Krin arched upward to meet him, the way that other groaned low in his throat as he pushed into his body, filling him, stretching him, claiming what rightfully should have been his.

"HHHNnnn.... SsssEEERrrreeeePppphhhaaaaa!" Gasping loudly, Krin tossed his head back, offering his throat up to the white wolf, "MMmm-Mooorrrreeee-HHNNN... Please god... give me more!"

"God has nothing to do with this, lover," Salloes breathed against his lover's throat. Taking that moment to sink his teeth deep into the offered column of flesh, drawing more of Krin's rich, addictive blood into his mouth.

Bucking his hips, Krin tried to claim more of his lover's cock, wanting all of him inside of his own body. It felt like forever since they were last together, since the last time they had touched. The last had been in Chris's house as they were saying good bye to one another. Keening desperately when Sereph's teeth sunk into his flesh, the Fae clenched around the large male, feeling him pulse with life as he thrust deeper, filling him.

Stars danced around his vision and all he could think was he wanted more, Krin lost himself to the heavy, deep movement of Sereph's body, crying out brokenly for his lover when the man found that sweet blissful place deep inside of his body. He didn't care about the trickle of blood that leaked from his neck or the sharp, demand, accusatory words that Sereph leveled against him, he didn't like being bound and fucked but as long as it was by Sereph he wasn't going to complain. Not when he had set out to seduce the man into taking him, claiming him possessing his body, hoping to erase the walls that had risen between them. Krinthen needed Sereph to know that he was going to stand his ground no matter what came up that he was always going to be there for him.