Trafficking in Pleasure

A/N: Midnightsscream, thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm writing this for myself more so than anyone, but knowing you and my best friend (to whom Epitome and a future character belong) are enjoying it makes the story so much more worthwhile. :] I work on it everyday and think about it constantly, not wanting to keep any of us from seeing how the story unfolds!! That said, I hope you enjoy this chapter I'm dedicating to you. ;)


Another gloomy day of rain and another day of a moody master. As gloomy as it was outside, the inside of the mansion was even worse for the tension of everyone as they carefully avoided the demon master of the estate. There was little he hated as much as a rainy day. He was supposed to have gone out after lunch for a fitting for a new overcoat, but canceled when the rain from the morning had only worsened. He had thus spent the day between his bedroom and study, cursing anyone who got in his way that wasn't one of the only two people who were brave enough to approach him.

One of which had been banished to the other side of the mansion by lunch because Kyriliah simply couldn't handle his mouth on such a day. He didn't want to damage the merchandise but it was getting so tempting the more he ran his mouth. Even when he shut up, Kyriliah was annoyed by his too obedient silence and sent Epitome away, leaving himself with only Andy for company.

“Would you like a drink, Master?” Andy asked quietly when he returned from checking on Epitome. He hadn't been around when Kyriliah had sent him away, so he was shocked to find the boy wasn't lazing around his study like usual; for how awfully they got along, they seemed to have a strange fondness for one another. Andy didn't bother to question this.

“No, no, not right now,” sighed Kyriliah, glancing over at Andy. He was like a puppy or something, so small and cute and loyal. It made him want to do awful things to the boy when he saw that glimmer of fear in his eyes even as he stood tall before him. Andy had been a right temptress ever since he had taken on the responsibility of Kyriliah's main servant. It only added to the temptation that the boy was already a delicious little treat just to look at, with that short pastel blue and green hair always braided on either side of his face and those sad looking magenta eyes.

With a heavy sigh, Kyriliah pushed himself out of his hair, smiling at Andy as he approached him. “Well, maybe something light,” he murmured, trailing a sharp nail gently along Andy's jaw. “Bring it to my bathroom. We'll take a bath together.”

Andy's cheek lit up bright pink, his eyes wide. “U-um, together, Master?”

“Yes. I could use some company and I don't think I could deal with anyone else right now.” At least Andy could keep from pissing himself in fear when Kyriliah was moody. “So meet me in there. And bring you night shirt, too. You'll stay in my room tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” Andy said, stepping away from the hand on his cheek to follow the orders. His stomach churned at the thought of what was to come. There was no chance that he could just sleep in Kyriliah's room, it definitely meant sex, and he wished desperately that there was something he could do. Why couldn't Epitome to have learned by now just how to treat Kyriliah? He had been around a week already! True, he hadn't dealt with moody Kyriliah yet, but it was still so frustrating. Kyriliah was going to be so violent to get out his frustration and Andy couldn't handle that!

Andy shuffled anxiously as one of the adult maids—and children “keepers” as they were called—found the bottle of wine he had requested and brought it up from the wine cellar for him.

“Are you feeling alright, lovey?” she asked as she handed him the bottle, wiping her hands primly on her apron. “You look as tense as the rest of us feel.”

Andy shrugged, setting the bottle on the table to fetch a tray and wine glass. The maid waited by the table for him, opening the bottle while waiting to give the wine time to breathe. “Don't make me worry over you so. What's he wanting from you now?”

A single glance down at himself and back up and she understood.

“Oh, your poor thing, you're going to be a mess in the morning,” cooed the maid, hugging him tight in a comfortable yet foreign gesture. “You come straight to me when he lets you go and I'll fix you up, damn whatever he has to say about it. You're going to wither away the way he treats you! He won't easily find a replacement for you.”

“It's okay,” Andy chuckled against her chest, pulling away after he embrace started to feel a little strange rather than comforting. “I can handle it. And he treats me very well just as much as he doesn't.”

The maid sighed, looking down at him adoringly. “You're like the savior for the other children. It's a shame they don't much care for you.”

“I have a few friends among them, it's fine,” Andy laughed, carefully filling Kyriliah's wine glass. “I should head back now. Thank you, ma'am.”

“Oh, any time, lovey,” the woman giggled, holding the kitchen door open for him and watching the boy leave. Being an old maid had its advantages when it meant you got to work in a place like this, she thought. Surrounded by adorable children without mothers, it was like a dream come true!

Kyriliah was surprisingly gentle as they bathed. He insisted on washing Andy's hair, careful of his own claws as he massaged the shampoo in to his hair or while he massaged the soap on his skin. It was quite honestly the most intimate and sensual thing Andy had ever experienced. Under any other circumstances, Andy would have been quite turned on—he'd probably have come by the end of the bath, Kyriliah was so pampering of him—but just knowing that it was this man whose mood could change on the drop of a dime kept him on that nervous edge where each time Kyriliah spoke he jerked the slightest bit. Just enough to make Kyriliah smirk and stroke his hair all too lovingly.

Sitting on the master's bed in his room, he was waiting for the worst to begin. Kyriliah sat in the armchair by the balcony, sipping the last of his wine thoughtfully. Who knew what was going through his head? But every time the man shifted, Andy did as well, tugging his nightshirt down as he tried to slip his legs up under it more. He felt so exposed in such an awkward way. It wasn't like he hadn't had sex before... it wasn't like he hadn't been with Kyriliah before. It just made him so nervous every time. Even though he craved it by nature, Andy saw sex as this brutal, emotionless act for the pleasure only of the aggressor. He couldn't understand why two people would consent to it, rather than one of them merely submitting to it as he always had. It felt good physically, but it was such a hollow pleasure. He got more enjoyment out of the nights Kyriliah was away from the mansion and he could stay up reading in the small library in a room barely bigger than a closet that the maids had set up. He rather felt like an insult to the incubus species, in fact. If he was ever free, he had promised to take a vow of celibacy; all he needed was a good friend and good books.

But he didn't have any of that right now. He had Kyriliah eying him in a most discomforting way. He had a demon setting aside his wine glass and prowling across the room to crouch over him, holding a glass vial in one hand and a thin metal rod in the other. What was he doing?

“I had this idea,” Kyriliah said softly, as if he were praising Andy. As if he were one of the maids that cooed over the boy. “People milk snakes for their poisonous venom, right? You have fangs and venom. Don't you think the same sort of thing should work in principle?”

Andy stared up, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Relax,” the demon cooed in that silver tongue fashion only the tempters of humanity could, the back of his fingers ghosting over Andy's cheek. “Just relax. It won't hurt. Didn't you say your fangs bother you? That you feel backed up, like you produce too much venom? This should help with that, I spoke to experts, they promised it would...”

There was little Andy could do but agree. Kyriliah had been so sweet up to now, almost like he was Andy's lover rather than his master. If he didn't submit, who knew what might happen? He could end up like Epitome had that first night, bruised and bloody with a twisted wrist. Only Andy would be expected to get up the next morning like nothing had happened and carry out his usual duties.

Kyriliah moved Andy up so he was rested amongst the plush pillows of the bed, unarguably the softest pillows in the whole of the mansion on the best bed of the estate. Smelling faintly of lavender from the bath and still enjoying the leftover feelings of being so coddled, he found it easy to relax and open his mouth as if this were a routine doctor's visit. Everything was fine until there were fingers and items in his mouth, the metal rod pulling his fang forward and holding it in position just over the opening of the vial.

“Fuck, why isn't it...” Kyriliah growled, a wicked gleam in his eye again. “Of course.”

Balancing the rod and vial within one hand's grasp, the demon pushed Andy's nightshirt up and unbuttoned his underwear to pull them down so he could trail his fingers over the boy's soft cock. The incubus whimpered, not wanting this, but he could do nothing but grasp at the bed as that hand started that uncomfortable feeling in his groin and deftly worked his erection. Precum coated his erection in no time as Kyriliah skillfully jerked him off and he could feel the venom trickling down in to the glass vial.

What is he doing?! Andy thought wildly, eyes shut tightly. He couldn't even bear to look at Kyriliah, the man had such an awful look on his face. His eyes had gone wild and Andy was sure he wasn't seen as a living being any longer, just a vessel for the demon's convenience. He'd have cried were he a braver being (for it took courage to even let one's eyes get wet in Kyriliah's presence).

“Now the other,” Kyriliah cooed, releasing Andy's cock just long enough to switch the rod and vial to the other side of his mouth and then he had a hold of him again. Where before his ministrations had been just bordering rough and desperate, they were soft and teasing now, and Andy soon found his hips jerking in time with Kyriliah's hand. He didn't want his body to go along with it, but he couldn't control it, and he was coming soon but all Kyriliah cared about was the tiny trickle of venom sliding down the sides of the vial.

Eventually, not long after Andy had come, Kyriliah drew back, declaring whatever he had just done as “perfect”.

“It's an experiment,” he said as he used a handkerchief to wipe his hand and Andy off, tossing it in to a basket by the bathroom door and turning to his bedroom desk. “Sir Grimm Andersen suggested it, actually. He has quite the vile mind at times. Well, he inspired it, at least. We were discussing how the venom of an incubus or succubus works as a highly potent aphrodisiac and he made this comment about what a profit there would be in selling such a thing...” Kyriliah grinned, eyes gleaming still. “I'll have to pick someone to try it out on. I bought everything for it, just in case. Syringes and all. Who do you think I should pick? I figured one of the butlers.”

Andy couldn't respond. He pulled his underwear back up and his nightshirt down and curled up, burying his head in the pillow. “I-I'm tired, Master,” he said quietly, sending up a silent prayer to whatever God that might be watching over him to please give him a good reaction from Kyriliah. Please don't let him get punished for this honest answer.

“Of course.” Suddenly dark descended over the room and Kyriliah's weight was on the bed again, drawing the blankets down. “I've put you through a lot tonight. Let's sleep. Excited as I am, the butlers and everything will still be here in the morning.” He tucked Andy in under the blankets with him, stroking the boy's silky hair as he rested. “It'll be an interesting enterprise. And I have two incubi to use, too.”

Andy couldn't help it. He looked up in shock at this comment. Kyriliah intended to use Epitome, as well?

“Once all the toxins are out of his body, of course,” Kyriliah murmured, drawing the boy closer so he wasn't stretching to pet him. “Getting him to cooperate... now won't that be fun...”

Not for the first time since he'd come to live with Kyriliah, Andy wished he was anywhere but.