Dark Diary

***If you like listening to music while reading stories, songs by Garbage go well with this story. Especially "Happy when it rains", "Queer", "I would die for you" and "Metal Heart". I listen to these songs when I write. ***

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Chapter 7; Utter Entrapment

Nico sat in front of me, hands untied, looking up at my face anxiously.

“You...you want me to...?” Nico was stuttering, staring down at his own hand shakily, and when he looked up at my face again I drew my lips into a thin line. I saw him swallow hard. He wouldn’t risk asking me again.

Without another word, the redhead undid my pants and slid a shaky hand between my clothing and my skin. He was so embarrassed and hesitant…I hadn’t intended on comforting him or urging him on at all during the whole thing, I’d wanted to stay silent and unmoving, to make him even more nervous than he already was…But I simply couldn’t help myself.

As he dipped his hand lower I let my own hand drift across his face to caress the side of his head. He looked up at me abruptly when he felt the contact, eyes wide, but I saw him steadily relax when he realized that I was just being affectionate. Confusing him was so much fun...

Seeming slightly more confident, Nico used both hands to pull my pants lower down. I lifted myself as he did so to make it easier for him, and he actually went right to it.

He ran his tongue up and down my shaft and messaged the base, trying his best to look like he knew what he was doing. I smiled as I watched him work, stroking his hair as he did so. It felt pretty good, it left me wondering if the redhead had practiced on toys before, fantasizing about his unrequited love…It was giving me ideas about what exactly I’d do to Andi once I got my hands on him.

Suddenly I felt a rush that almost had me gasping out loud. Nico had taken my member completely, deep-throating it and catching me off guard. I watched him, a hint of a smile ghosting its way to my lips. My face was probably flushed too as I saw him bob his head up and down between my legs, not once showing any signs of discomfort. After that I had no doubts that Nico had his own dirty secrets hidden behind the thin veil of innocence.

“You’re pretty good at this,” I voiced thoughtfully as I held his hair in a gentle grip to guide him better in his actions, “Deep-throating takes a lot of practice after all, it’s quite a thing to overcome the inborn gag reflex…” I furrowed my brow as the pleasure Nico was offering me mounted, “Where did you learn how, Nico?”

Of course Nico had his mouth full and couldn’t answer, I was merely taunting him anyway, and I shoved his head down abruptly and shivered as I finally came down his throat. Nico didn’t even try to resist, he merely complied and sat still until I let go of his hair. After that he pulled himself off of my softening shaft and coughed a little, wiping my cum from his lips.

“Swallow it.” I ordered plainly.

He only glanced up for a fraction of a second before complying with my will. He forced himself to swallow and did not look back up at me, opting to stare at the sheets instead, feeling too ashamed to look me in the eye.

I merely lay back and reveled in the pleasant feeling for a short while, but as I did so I reached forward and cupped a hand under Nico’s chin, urging him to look at me. He did, but very shakily.

“You’ve been practicing.” It was a statement, not a question. He tried to look away, put I tugged his chin closer and forced him to make eye contact again, “Don’t be ashamed.” I said with a gentle smile, “I understand. You wanted to be good at it so that you could impress Andi, isn’t that right? Maybe to comfort him after he gets dumped again?”

Nico’s eyes grew wide and his body tensed up. He looked genuinely shocked that I knew.

“Don’t look so surprised…” I cooed as I sat up and zipped up my fly, “You’re just a little transparent when it comes to your feelings for our dear Andi.”

Again, Nico had no response for this. He averted his gaze and I let go of his chin, smirking a little to myself.

“Though to be fair, he’s pretty thick too.” I added with a chuckle, “It’s a wonder he hasn’t figured it out yet...”

I slipped off the bed and made my way over to my dresser, taking the clothing on top of it and tossing them to Nico.

“I washed your pants.” I said simply, “The green shirt is one of mine, yours is a bit of a mess right now. Get dressed and I warn you Nico, try to run and you’ll regret it.”

I opened the door to the hall and took a step out when I heard Nico’s shaky voice call out to me. I turned and peered back inside.

“I beg your pardon?” I asked casually.

“Where are you going?” he repeated, eying me pitifully.

I smiled slowly at him.

“I’m just going to the corner store down street for something. I’ll only be about ten minutes at most.” I replied, leaving the room again.

“Be good.” I added as I shut the door. I didn’t lock it.

I made my way down the stairs and out my front door, but I didn’t go to the store. I didn’t take my wallet either. I didn’t even leave the property. I calmly made my way to the right side of the house, leaning against the wall, completely concealed.

I looked at my watch and waited. As expected, not five minutes had passed before I heard the front door creak open. Nico was likely looking both ways, making sure that I was nowhere in sight. I heard the door close and bare footsteps rush from the scene, to the left. I peered around the corner and watched Nico’s back as he hurried down the street and turn at the corner.

That poor adorably predictable Nico. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I made my way back inside. Thorne was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, waiting for me. He must have just gotten back.

“What are you up to this time?” He asked, but the look in his eye told me that he’d already guessed for the most part.

“Follow him.” I ordered playfully, gesturing in the direction Nico had taken, “But don’t let him see you. The first thing he’ll try to do is go home, I bet.”

“This should be fun!” Thorne declared as he stood up and headed to the front door at once, “And terribly cruel...” He added with a smirk, and the door swung open on it’s own as the demon walked into the sunlight and disappeared into thin air, the door closing gently behind him.

“Yes.” I said to myself, shrugging, “It is pretty cruel, isn’t it?”

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A few hours later as I sat at my desk, writing my plans for that evening with a purple pen in my Diary, I heard tapping at my window. I closed my Diary at once and set it down with the pen, rising and heading over to open it. It was cloudy out, and I could hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance. A storm was bound to start up soon.

I opened the window and stood back as Thorne hopped into my room from out of nowhere, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, what a devious little human you are, Edric…” he cooed pleasantly, stroking the side of my face with his hand, “Everything went so well…”

“Do tell.” I said with a grin and an anticipated look in my eye. Thorne gingerly pushed me backward until we were both sitting on my bed, his expression like that of a schoolgirl who couldn’t wait to share the latest gossip.

“Alright then,” he began, “You were right, he went home first. Imagine his surprise when he tries to apologize to his Mother when she has no idea who he is! She tells him she has no son, and by the end his Father threatens to call the cops! He looked so horrified, it was delicious!” Thorne clapped his hands giddily, “Then he started to panic and went almost everywhere familiar; the corner shop where he worked during the summer, his grandparent’s house…”

“Not Andi’s?” I asked with arched eyebrows, surprised.

“Oh he went there too, but Andi wasn’t home.” Thorne added, “So Nico was crying in the park just now. Actually, while I was coming back here I saw dear Andi, and I think he’s coming here.”

“Here?”

“He was headed in this direction anyway. If this is his destination then he should arrive soon.”

My smile broadened.

“I wonder why…”

“Well actually—” Thorne began, but he stopped when we both heard the doorbell.

DING DONG! it went a second time. It sounded rather urgent.

“What perfect timing.” I said as I started out of my room happily and down the hall, “Stay behind me, won’t you? And make sure he can’t see you.”

I hurried down the stairs as the doorbell was impatiently rung once more, opening the door only to have Andi throw himself at me desperately.

“You remember Nico right?” the blonde asked quickly, looking around briskly.

“What?” I asked earnestly.

“Nico! You know, redhead, freckles…Nico!” he searched my eyes for some sort of recognition, his voice hitched with paranoia, “Something’s going on! I tried calling his house and his Mother says she doesn’t know anyone by that name, his school records have vanished, even all of my old pictures of him have changed, he’s just GONE! Just yesterday I woke up and for some reason I couldn’t even remember his face! It took me all day to even remember that I’d known him for years…something’s going on!”

He gripped my shoulders desperately.

“I’m...I'm not crazy right?” he asked in a small voice, “You remember Nico don’t you? We hang out a lot at school, the three of us. You remember... don’t you?”

His grip was shaky and he looked like he was on the verge on a mental breakdown. I pretended to suddenly understand what he was talking about and feigned concern.

“Of course I remember Nico; we saw each other just recently, the three of us!” I exclaimed, frowning, “How on Earth could no one remember?”

Andi sighed in relief, shoulders and head slumping as he smiled weakly.

“Oh thank God, thank God I’m not crazy…” he mumbled, patting my shoulder, “I’m not crazy…”

“Here, come inside and explain what’s going on to me.” I offered innocently as I led him inside. I smiled darkly as I shut the front door.

Andi was unconscious before I’d even locked it.

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End of Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Wow, I’m really amazed and grateful to all those who provided feedback for this story! I’m very glad you all enjoy it so far and I’ll try to upload new chapters whenever I can. Please keep up the reviews though, it helps to get me off my lazy arse and write new chapters.

To Akenaten; actually I wrote this story over a long period of time on a whim, I never actually intended for anyone to read it (except a few close friends) until one of them was talking about an original work they’d read on this site. So I only stuck in the three first chapters at the beginning, just to test the waters.

Oh, and I’m not sure if I cleared this up in the last chapter, but Thorne doesn’t really “look” like a demon at all. He has brown skin, his hair is dark brown/black, his eyes are a strange color but contacts can explain that, long nails are nothing new, fangs are hard to see and his clothes are bizarre…but he just looks like a guy in a costume at the very most.

As for Nico, he’s kind of…naïve. Not too bright, let’s say. Even though everything about his situation points to “Edric = BAD” he still doesn’t want to believe it, and he still trusts Edric when he really shouldn’t.

As for Thorne, turning the tables and making Edric do his bidding doesn’t really benefit him, because he feeds off the sins of others, not his own.

Well that’s all for now, thanks to all you reviewers and I hope you let me know what you thought of this latest chapter. Any theories? What’s going to happen? XD