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

The Demon's Toy 2 - 13:
Looking Glass

Limping towards the kitchen, seed sticking to his thighs and other places causing him to wince at the mess that still needed to be cleaned up, yet he was loath to remove Nico's scent from his body. Sinking down at the kitchen table to drag the fruit bowl towards him, Son grumbled under his breath about Nico's evilness. The man was... insatiable. Feeling his lips tug upward into a half smile, wishing he had never asked to be fucked by the dragon-kin now that Nico was given free reign, it seemed, at leasdt to Son that the man would never have enough. On the receiving end more often then not after the encounter at the pool Son wondered where Nico found hs stamina. Not that he was going to openly complain to Nico about his advances. He loved that Nico was so possessive and consumed his body so thoroughly, he just wished the man didn't have to always be so rough with his body.

Sulking as the front door swung open, his lover's voice snapping him out of his brooding thoughts, "Why is it every time I go out, you become so depressed?" Nico made his way to the table with a set of bags in each hand, his eyes covered by his normal blind fold, hiding the scares that ran across them from view. His usual robes covering every inch of his toned body though his head wrap had been forgotten, his blood red hair spilling over his shoulders and down his back, Nico's mode of dress made him look so utterly bland.

Rolling his shoulders, "Maybe if you didn't leave me I wouldn't become such a brooding ass?" Rolling the apple he had pulled from the bowl of fruit between his hands, Son hummed, liking that Nico was no longer hiding under layers of silk, though he really needed to teach the man about color... White was for virginal sacrifices.

Setting the bags on the table, "One of us has to go out and bring back the food. And you refuse to leave the yard." Sniffing the air as he caught scent of something he didn't quite believe. "You could have at least cleaned up while I was gone." Wrinkling his nose as he started to empty the contents of the first bag onto the table.

Son looked around the house, misunderstanding Nico as he grumped back, "I don't clean." And the house didn't look that horrible to him. He had a few things lying about but none of it was in the direct path that Nico usually walked when he moved around the house.

Staring blindly at the man, feeling color rise to his face before blinking at Son's blanketed statement towards cleaning. Finding himself snarling back at the former demon, Nico bit out, "You don't clean, you don't cook, what are you good for then?"

"I am not your fucking maid." Hissing something under his breath, Son reached for the bread that Nico had just placed on the table moving to stand so he could put it away.

"What was that?" Nico asked his hand half in the bag as he tipped his head towards Son; "I didn't catch that."

"I said, I am not your maid. I am your lover..."

"Yes, and if you loved me, you would clean up, and I am not talking about the house. Or at least help out around the house. It's not that much that I am asking. A bar of soap, a washcloth..."

Snorting, Son found himself rolling his eyes as he dropped the bread back onto the table, "You are such a bastard..."

"That's right, my parents weren't married. And I am guessing neither were yours," Thinking he had Son in this debate. It was rather hard to win with Son; the former demon could be so damned snarky at times that it drove him mad just thinking about it.

"Were married." Son breathed as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on one hip, ready to go-rounds if that was what Nico wanted from him.

"WHAT?!"

"Lucifer said they were in love..." Finding himself explaining something he never would have given much thought to in the past. "They were willing to leave Hell for each other and for me, so I am thinking that they had to be bonded at the very least."

Hanging his head, Nico groaned out, "You are just all kinds of fucked up, aren't you?"

"And you don't help!" Pointing at his ass, "I hurt!" Not that Nico coudl see the guesture, it just seemed like a agood time to bring it up.

Jerking back as if he had been struck, "What do you mean you hurt?"

It was Son's turn to feel the heat stinging his cheeks, muttering something under his breath as he looked away from his lover. Wondering how they had gotten into a shouting match in the first place. It wasn't like he was looking for a fight.

"Son?" Moving towards the blond, reaching out until his fingers encountered the other man's face, "I didn't mean to hurt you... Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"It's nothing," Brushing his fingers up Nico's arm, "I love you, you are just... a little... enthusiastic with my ass and getting into it at times..."

Nico choked, colored and started to draw away from Son, "You are a right royal asshole."

Son smirked, "And that is why you love me." Leaning in to drape his arms around Nico's neck, "But you are right, I need a bath. Since you are here, I don't need your scent..."

Tipping his head to the side, the dragonic angel felt his lips part in wonder, "Is that why?"

"Yes," Son breathed, "I really don't like it when you leave. I like having you here with me. Close to me. In my arms." Pulling Nico down into a long kiss, petting his hands over the fiery red hair and down the other's broad shoulders and upward again. Breaking the kiss, Son breathed against the man's lips, "I am addicted to you. If I could, I would throw you down and roll in your scent."

"When you say things like that, it makes me wonder about you. Fear that I might be skinned..."

Chuckling softly, Son leaned in and kissed the end of Nico's nose, "You do not have to fear such things with me, my pet." Stroking Nico's hair in an off putting manner, "You see, I don't want to be alone. I much prefer you alive, in your own skin, screaming my name while I fuck you into the nearest hard surface."

"Oh, and you can complain about me giving you a sore ass. You aren't exactly small yourself." Nico quipped as he was backed up to the table.

Grinning at his lover as he moved to clear the table, "Speaking of hard surfaces, I just found one."

"Son, don't you dare! All that food..." Nico whimpered, wincing as he waited to hear it crash to the floor.

"Will be fine, I promise," Moving to lower Nico against the table, "What's this?" A piece of brightly colored paper catching his eyes, Son drew it out and looked it over. "It's a dance?"

"Oh, I must have been given a flyer for the Annual Summer Festival in Spring Lake," Worrying his lower lip for a moment, waiting for Son to come back to him, hooking his leg around one of Son's.

"Do- do you want to go?" Lifting dark eyes to peer over the top of the flyer at Nico, wondering why he had brought it to him in the first place.

Rolling his shoulders, Nico rolled his leg up and down Son's, "It doesn't matter, its not like you want to go anywhere with me any way. I am not the sort that any one takes out in public." Unhooking his leg from Son to right himself, "I know what I look like."

Brows furrowing deeply, "You," Son'Arrin stressed, "Have nothing to do with why I don't want to leave the house." Son growled as he grabbed and fisted the front of his lover's shirt, "And I find you damned sexy and attractive. So... So go piss on whoever said you weren't!" Slapping the paper back on the table, Son jerked Nico in closer to him, "You listen to me, we are going. Together. And you are going to smile and be happy and have a good time, damn you if you don't."

Brows slowly raising upward with every word that came out of Son's mouth; warmed and shocked by the words. Nico drew in a small breath, "Fine... whatever you want..." Staring into the darkness of his world, Nico drew in another deep breath, "And what shall we wear to this festival? I don't see you showing up in just your skin."

"Well, you sure aren't wearing any more white." Son gritted out as he picked up the invite once more and started for the bedroom, "Give me a bit and I will come up with something..."

"WAIT! I don't think..."

"Hey, you aren't the one that spent the entirety of your youth playing dress up for a man with a custume fetishes. Trust me, will you? I promise once I am through with you, I will be the envy of every one there."

"Wait... You will be the envy of everyone there?"

"And you know why?"

"No..." Nico breath out, thrying very hard to follow Son's logic this time around.

"Because, my sweet angel, you will already belong to me." Son gave a ruthless cackle as the bed room door closed in Nico's face, leaving his mate to feel a little like he didn't like what he had gotten himself into. Sucking in his lip, Nico worried it through his teeth, Oh why had he brought that stupid invitation home? He had not thought that Son would leave the house with so little prodding. Huffing out a breath, "damn..." Swearing under his breath, realizing that once more he was left with all the cleaning. How the Hell did Son'Arrin manage to wiggle his way out of the basic chores?


*****


"By the Light, you take my breath away," Son whispered against Nico's tipped ear. "Color really suits you beloved." The former demon brush his fingers along the soft shirt that now covered Nico's pale skin admiring how well it draped over his lover's shoulders and showed off the strength of his chest. Nico truly was a beauty, inside and out and a wonder. The man had infinite patients when it came to dealing with him and his dramatics. He knew how fortunate he was to have been gifted a second chance... third chance and with someone that was not constantly pushing him away because the other was afraid to trust him, afraid to find out there was nothing more to him then sex.

Dusting a kiss over Nico's shoulder, "And you are, beloved and loved and the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered. Cupping Nico's throat, Son rolled his hands over the column of his lover's neck, moving to work his hands inside of the half-breed's clothing.

"I am sure there are others you have said such things too," Nico began timidly, feeling rather unworthy compared to his counter part. It was hard to believe that someone like Son'Arrin could hold any attraction at all to him.

"No one." Son's hand slipped up to cradle Nico's chin in his hand as he tipped his face towards the mirror while he remained behind the red headed male. Son admired them for a moment as they stood together in front of the mirror. Both were tall and strong, lean in the hips and broad in the shoulders. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever came across, I swear to you." Stroking his fingers down Nico's chin and over his shoulder, as the other hand rested against Nico's hip, "Let me show you." Peering over his lover's shoulder as he pressed a kiss into the man's soft flesh.

Nico swallowed hard, "If you wish..." Unsure what Son had in mind when he made the offer.

With a fine touch of magic Son'Arrin opened a link between himself and Nico, allowing the half-breed to see through his eyes as he viewed them both in the mirror. Smiling softly when he heard the soft intake of breath, "See... You are the most incredible man I have ever laid eyes on in all my life."

Nico found himself staring at his own image, an image that he had not seen in sometime, not since he had blinded himself to stop the visions. The man in the mirror that looked back at him was just a little older, his hair far longer yet still the color of fresh spilled blood, a vivid shade of red. He was more defined in his body, leaner, taller, and stronger. His skin was still pale as snow and reflected the colors he wore in far softer shades.

Coloring slightly, Nico ducked his head, rusty lashes setting over pale cheeks, Son had done a very fine job of finding a style and colors that suited him so well. The former demon had pulled his long tresses back into a long tail while allowing waves of his bangs to frame up his face. The horns had vanished under a layer of illusion weaving, leaving a fine silver wire and bells that decorated the top of his head to look like some kind of a crown or laurel. It wasn't an unattractive style on him, Nico thought he looked like a fairy tail prince.

Smiling at his image, he reached a hand out towards himself, catching his breath as he took in the rest of what Son had done for him. No one had ever been so kind or generous. "Son..." Unsure what to say as he continued to stare, his fingers dropping to collect the sleeve of his shirt worrying the fine fabric between his fingers. The deep turquoise shirt laced up the outside of the belled sleeves with bright purple ribbons that came to trim the open necked collar. The fitted black pants hugged his long legs and laced with more ribbons in matching turquoise and purple. The outfit was completed with knee high boots of an almost black violet that too laced up the front with turquoise ribbons.

"I don't know what to say..." Nico whispered as he turned to face the other man, "You didn't have to do this for me."

"But I did, you have given me so much that I have no other way to thank you." Ducking his head, Son's long tapered ears tipped backwards in a submissive fashion, "I..."

Setting his fingers against Son's lips, Nico gave his head a little shake, "Hush, you need say nothing more, my heart." Hesitating a moment, "But there is something else I wish."

"Ask, and it will be yours."

"I want to see you." Moving to place his hands on either side of Son's face, "Please."

Ducking his head as he cupped Nico's hands in is own, "If that is what you want I will give it to you. But... I cant give you back your sight, not fully, maybe in time?"

"I am the one that caused my own blindness, I am not worried about the return of my sight. But if I could see you, just once, then I would die a very happy man." His fingers traced the strong lines of Son's face, knowing the man through touch, but it wasn't enough, to be gifted with sight once more, just a little so that he could witness his lover outside of his dreams. Now that would be something worth have, just for a moment, no matter the cost.

Son moved swiftly, his heart gripped by a sudden pain and the need for his lover filled him sharply. Despite all their fighting and trivial bickering, his heart belonged to Nico and not because of the sex or the fact the man had been his protector and savior. It was more then those things, it was complicated. Nico was his friend, his lover, someone that he trusted with his heart, one of the very people he had confessed to loving. Hugging Nico tightly to his body, Son growled out, "Never speak of your death so lightly." Stroking his fingers over Nico's back as he held the man possessively, Son struggled with a wealth of emotion, trying to sort out what it was he was feeling and trying not to think about losing Nico.

Wrapping his arms around Son in return, "I am not going to leave you, not willingly. I promise Son, as long as you don't give up on me, I wont give up on life." Hugging the man tighter, tucking Son under his chin, "But that does not change the fact that I still want to see you. I wish to behold your face to see who it is I am touching."

A small sigh of understanding fled his lips before the former demon nodded his head, "I will grant you your wish," drawing back from Nico with great reluctance, Son feathered his fingers through the fiery locks, "After all, you are my life, now, My Love. I would give you the Heavens, if you but asked for them." Bowing his head while brushing his fingers against his own face, letting out a jagged breath, Son moved to stand in front of the mirror, rolling his shoulders as he stared at himself in the looking glass.

Son took in the hard measure of his body, while he was still a little thin yet, his body was still very young, firm and taut in all the right places. A vision with silver blonde hair and tanned, smooth, unmarred skin. The golden runes dancing in the light of the room as he tipped his head from one side to the other, dark eyes hidden under a layer of thick, colorless lashes, eyes so dark that they were as black as the stone that was embedded in his nose. Shifting on his feet, Son rose his chin, bringing the attention to his manner of dress; in a long black leather skirt that laced up on either side of very long legs, Son's chest was left bare his arms covered by sleeves that had matching buckles to the one around his waist. He was impressive, a young god compared to the mortals around him, someone to fear and worship.

And at one point in his life, he had that kind of worship, actively sought it out. Used his body to ruin men and women, to bring them down, drag them into Hell with the sweet promise of redemption. It had been a lie. A small smile curved Son's full lips upwards, as that was a life time ago. Now, he had Nico and a new life with his red head.

"Ooooohh... Son..." reaching out to touch the stream of sun bleached blond hair, fingering the soft strands of light gold. Smoldering black eyes devoured him as Nico continued to stroke the long hair. Hair if he tugged on it would bring Son'Arrin to his knees in a heated, lust driven need to be dominated. It was empowering to know that he could have Son any way he chose and after Son would still beg for more, that the reformed demon would still want him.

Chuckling softly, "I take it you like what you see?" Setting his hands on Nico's hips, kneading them under his palms as he drew his lover in closer. Close enough to taste Nico's breath as it fanned against his lips.

"Yes, very much, Son... You are... I have no words for you..." Tipping his head back just a little, offering his mouth to his lover, "My imaginings pale in comparison to what you have shown me."

"Then I will show you more," Son's warm tongue brushed over Nico's parted lips, delving into the warm divide that he had created. Drinking from the rich nectar of his lover's mouth while his hand's slipped under Nico's shirt. "MMMnnnn... Nico..." Drinking in the other's essences and become drunk on their shared lust.

Winding his arms around his lover, the dragon-kin soaked up their shared heat, his tongue warring with Son's for dominance. Want filled him and this time there was no blushing as he took locks of silver hair into his hands and tugged on them, the rush of sound from Son was quickly swallowed. Slithering back just a small fraction, "I want you, my demon lover," Nico did not care what his lover had been or what he still was, he had seen Son's heart, heard him bare his soul, whatever Son was, it was something beautiful.

Already hard, Son ground himself into Nico's hip, following the man's mouth where it lead, "And I want you, my Angelic host. I need you like a dying man needs water... I lust for you as I have no other... " Hands cupped warm, pale skin, bringing Nico's head to lull back so that he could nurse on the translucent skin, moaning as he tasted of it, his hands slipping down and tightening around the other man's body. "I never want this to end..."

Sweeping Nico off the floor, Son carried his lover to the bed and deposited him upon it, their clothing was removed with some care as they had yet to leave the house for the Festival. "I will have you now..." Son breathed, joining Nico on the bed. The blond coming to kneel between his lover's thighs.

"Yes... Pleas... have me!" Nico cried as Son's mouth found his cock and started to suck upon it. Crying out in pleasure, Nico nearly spilled himself into his lover's warm mouth. "HHHHnnn KKKNNnnnn... MMMMM...SSSSOONNNNN!!" Crying out and reaching for the blonde's hair, tugging on it, "Fill ME!"

"AAARRRAAAAHHHHHH!!" Son flung his head back, his mouth leaving Nico with a wet pop while his hips thrust forward. Filling his lover's body in one hard thrust and bringing another ringing cry of pleasure from Nico. "HHHHHNnN... God... so tight... sooo hot..." Bucking his hips, Son started to rock in and out of his lover's plaint form.

Nico lift his legs and locked them around Son's hips, "L-L-look... Look at the Mirror... I want to... to watch..." Panting the words out, his own body meeting Son's thrust for thrust.

Chuckling darkly, Son smirked, "Oh my... such a greedy little pervert I have turned you into, My sweet... Sweet Nicodaemys..." Turning his head, Son watched them move together in the mirror. Watched their bodies as they joined over and over. Sliding in and out of Nico's tight body until they were both heated and sweat slicked his hair.

"O-o-only for you... O-o-only because... you made me this way..." Nico panted out. His body growing heavier with each, deep, penetrating thrust. Son filled him so full, rubbed all the right places, touched a fire to his soul that no other had before him. With the reformed demon, he felt beautiful, cherished and loved. Like Son would more then miss him if he were no longer in his life.

Son ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Nico's lips, "Say it again... Only for me..." Wanting to hear the words on Nico's lips, "Say you love me... Tell me you love me..."

"I love you... only you... Ohhhh... HHHHNNNAAAAA! SSSSSOOONNNN!!" Biting his lip hard, Nico tossed his head back and rolled it to one side, "There! Oh god... There... YESSSSS... I Love you... I love you... I LLLLLLOOOVVVVNNNNNN---HHHHAAAAAAAA!!" Crying out in blissful pleasure, lost in a wave orgasmic pleasure as Son brought them both to their ends in one last thrust.

Collapsing onto Nico's chest, Son dragged in a mighty lung full of air, catching his breath from the shock of their love making. His skin prickled, feeling warmth crawl over his skin as he tucked himself in closer to the half-breed, "I love you, too... but you know... we are going to have to bath and redress now... and your hair..."

"HHhaahahaahhaaa..." Nico laughed long and hard, "Man... you are a vainest creature I have ever come across..." Only to laugh again as he recalled the other day, "Never mind..."

"I just like to be covered in your scent..."

"You are horrible!"

"No, what would be horrible would be going to Festival with out taking a bath."

Slapping Son in the shoulder, Nico shoved his mate off of him, gasping as their bodies slide apart, "Go BATHE!"