Trafficking in Pleasure

Epitome was annoyed. He was beyond annoyed. At first, he thought maybe Kyriliah and Andy had a special relationship and that was why the demon treated him so much better than everyone else, but clearly that wasn't the case. Not only Andy, everyone in the mansion that he asked told him that simply wasn't the case. Andy worked hard to be treated better. The way Epitome saw it, Andy worked hard to suck up to Kyriliah, and he had never liked a suck up.

Kyriliah liked Epitome; at least, he claimed he did. Epitome got more attention than the other children, although not nearly as much as Andy. He should have been happy, he was getting nearly as much attention as the other boy, but there was still something missing that Andy had that he didn't... Andy had slept overnight with Kyriliah and that knowledge grated on his nerves to no end.

So it happened that one long night Kyriliah was out on business and there was nothing to keep the children occupied after a few hours had passed. Epitome had soon grown tired of his usual activities and sought further entertainment. He wasn't expecting the anger that boiled within him when he saw Andy leaving Kyriliah's bedroom – the only person who was allowed in there without permission.

“What were you doing now?” Epitome taunted as he crept up behind Andy, startling the boy. “Putting away his underthings?”

Andy blushed. Actually, that was exactly what he had been doing. As well as making his bed and doing some general tidying up. Kyriliah liked to come home to a neat room.

“Oh, good for you.” Epitome rolled his eyes, tossing an arm around Andy's shoulders. “It must be so nice to kiss ass all the time. I bet you had a quickie with him before he left earlier, too?” Andy ducked his head down, blushing more. He hadn't wanted to, but Kyriliah had wanted to get a fresh bottle of venom to take with him and Andy produced so much of it when Kyriliah treated him so well. It was embarrassing.

“You make me sick.” Suddenly Epitome had Andy against the wall, his own fangs bared in fury. “You make all of us sick. Oh, they say you're so great, keeping Kyriliah off everyone's back, but it really annoys us all how you suck up to him. The only reason he treats you so much is because you'll suck his dick at the snap of his fingers.”

“I'm just trying to prevent conflict,” Andy whimpered, trying to shrink further back against the wall. “I-I just like everyone to be happy and-and it keeps him from hurting me, too...”

“It's not like he'd seek you out if you quit putting yourself in his line of sight constantly!”

“But he would!” Andy cried, tearing up. “He wants me because I'm an incubus!”

“So am I,” snapped Epitome. “But he's not dragging me off to bed every other night.”

“B-Because he's bottling my venom.” Andy hadn't actually spoken of it to anyone before and couldn't keep from crying when he did mention it. It's not like it hurt, it was a little uncomfortable, but otherwise harmless. He had actually been feeling less moody with the outlet for his venom and sexual appetite, but something just felt wrong about it all. “He doesn't want yours because of the drugs!”

Epitome felt a slight stirring of sympathy when Andy started to cry. It wasn't like the two were having some romantic affair—Kyriliah was simply using Andy for what he wanted and it made things easier to butter the incubus up first.

That didn't make him feel any less angry though.

“Then maybe I'll just take what it is about you that he finds so valuable ,” he hissed and Epitome was upon Andy again, pinning him to the floor as he shoved a hand in his mouth. He grabbed a hold of one the boy's fangs, twisting and pulling with all of his strength. Andy shrieked, struggling against the hand and screaming as he tried to follow the pull.

Epitome grabbed a handful of Andy's hair, holding his head back as he tugged on the tooth. Tears streamed down Andy's cheeks as he tried to beat Epitome off of him to no avail; he had never had the strength the streets had instilled in Epitome. He ignored the fists that bounced off his arms and the dull nails that dug in to his wrists; Epitome had felt worse. Hell, Kyriliah had done worse to him.

When finally the first fang came loose and slid out of Andy's mouth, the boy let out a piercing shriek from the pain before promptly fainting. Epitome wasted no time in pulling out the matching fang now that he knew the trick, grinning in triumph as he sat back and eyed the bloody fangs in his hands. It wasn't until he realized Andy had passed out that he felt guilt setting in. He didn't mind getting violent in defense, but he wasn't usually this sadistic.

Leaving the fangs in Kyriliah's room, Epitome got a maid to get Andy and look after him as Epitome ran off to his bedroom. He had gone way too far with this. Kyriliah was going to kill him... no, he'd be lucky if Kyriliah killed him. The demon would probably put him through the worst torture of his life and even then just leave him strung up by his fangs to suffer! He had really messed up this time!


Kyriliah came home late and went straight to bed. He didn't notice the two white fangs sitting upon his desk until morning when he went to fetch an aspirin for his aching head. He called up a maid who related Andy's injury to him and, upon assurances that Andy was alive and mostly well, he headed straight to Epitome's room.

“What were you thinking?” he demanded as he threw open the bedroom door, waking Epitome. The boy had been given a room to himself his first week in the mansion since he couldn't relate well to the other children. “Do you realize what you've done?”

“No, why don't you tell me?” Epitome snapped, not moving from where he was curled under the blankets. He didn't even want to look at Kyriliah.

“You ruined my property! You just—you just sabotaged an entire new business of mine! I can't very well use your shoddy, tainted venom!”

Something inside the incubus snapped at this outburst, the boy sitting up to glare daggers at Kyriliah. “Well I'm so sorry that I'm not perfect enough for you! That you can't use me like you use him; that I don't kiss your ass every second of the day!”

Kyriliah strode to the bed to yank Epitome up by his arm, throwing him down on the floor so he could pin him down with a foot on his chest. “I don't give a shit what little jealous rages you're having. I don't give a fuck that you could prove just as useful to me as he is. If you fuck with something that is turning me a profit right now, I won't stand by it.”

“So what are you going to do?” Epitome growled, not even trying to fight Kyriliah to get up.

“Maybe I'll return the favor and pull your fangs out—“

“Go ahead, I'm not using them.”

Kyriliah hauled Epitome up and threw him across the room, but the incubus had barely hit the wall before Kyriliah had him again and threw him at the other wall. “You're a little piece of shit! You need to learn your place!” he raged as he attacked Epitome. It seemed so easy to beat the incubus to a pulp with how he was allowing it all to happen that Kyriliah never expected the fangs against his throat.

“What are you doing?” he gasped, claws digging in to Epitome scalp, pulling at his hair, but there was no answer. Epitome was busy biting in to his neck, allowing his own venom in to the demon's bloodstream. Eventually he was pulled off, the force of which tore the bite marks and left blood streaming down Kyriliah's neck.

“You... you demon,” Kyriliah growled, seething. At the rate his heart was going, the venom would take no time to run its course. He stood no chance.

So he did the only thing that seemed logical.

He stripped Epitome and roughly took the boy.

It wasn't the first time the two had such rough sex. Whenever Kyriliah did indulge Epitome's carnal appetite, it usually was rough and quick and often angry. It wasn't usually so violent, though. The venom created a sexual need stronger than anything Kyriliah had felt before—in a weaker being, it would have brought them to their knees, squirming in pleasure from the slightest sensation. It just made his body burn for satisfaction, however. No amount of penetration was deep enough, no kiss passionate enough, he would have torn Epitome's body to shreds for his own pleasure had he less self control.

But eventually the effects wore off, hours after violent and bloody sex. Kyriliah lay stretched across the ruined bed quilts, blood and hair everywhere and perhaps even some skin. And although the demon looked a right mess, Epitome was the one worse for the wear. Kyriliah was like a cat when high and left the boy looking like he had been mauled by a tiger or worse for all the scratches upon him (especially his back). Even moving hurt when he woke and he really found that he'd prefer to fall back asleep except the pain was too excruciating for it.

When Kyriliah came to, there were no words. The demon spared him only a single glance, smoothing hair sticking to his forehead from blood out of his face and calling up maids to care for him. He didn't even ask if he was okay. Did he even care if he lived? Probably not. It wouldn't surprise him.

So he had gotten his overnight with the demon master—he would be careful what he wished for next time.


A/N: Sorry for the lack of description for the sex scene. I was in the mood for all of this chapter except the sex scene, so I figured easier to skip the scene and write everything else while I felt like it than possibly put this chapter off for several days (got a lot of stuff coming up with school this week, so writing will probably slow down some). But there's some big surprises coming up in the next few chapters.