The Demon's Toy Book 1: Secrets Unfold

 

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The Demon’s Toy: 7

Enchantment

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Faolan dropped back against the couch and pressed his hand to his forehead, he was hot, too hot to lay on the couch, but the room usually had a good cross breeze when the wind would move at all. Caramel colored eyes closed as he tried to think cooling thoughts while he reached for the glass of water that he had set on the floor along with his book. Lips parting, he softly panted, his tufted ears tipping back while his tail flicked back and forth much like an impatient cat waiting for the storm to pass. Summer nights here in the deep wood were rather horrid. The humidity was stifling, making breathing hard and causing his clothing to stick to his body by a fine sheen of perspiration. Licking his parted lips, the Aedon shifted on the couch, seeking some form of comfort from the oppressing heat. Looking towards Son’Arrin’s room at the end of the hall noting that his door was closed and no light shined from under it since the man had gone to bed some hours before, leaving him out here alone with his thoughts.

How the man could sleep in this heat was beyond him. Then again, he had Son practicing magic most of the day, trying to drive home lessons that should have been learned a long time ago. Growling low in his throat, his tail flickering once more before curling into his lap, only to be shoved out as the hair on the tufts started to stick to his legs. He had to get out of his clothing. Now! Standing up, Faolan wobbled a little on his feet, wetting his lips as he caught his balance. Waiting for the room to stop spinning before he started towards the bathroom, what he really wanted as a bath. A long cold soak in the tub.

Yes, that sounded like heaven, a nice cool bath, purring thoughtfully while working the belt of this robe lose. The only problem with this thought, Faolan realized with a bit of a wistful sigh, the bathroom was too close to Son’s room. He might very well wake the other up from his slumber and Son had had a long day practicing more human magic. And he would be back at it tomorrow. Son would need his rest more then he could use a cold soak in the large tub.

Heaving a huge sigh of regret as the robe slipped from his shoulders. Already feeling a bit better for having removed just that little bit. There had to be a solution? Humming as he moved towards his bedroom, looking for something lighter to wear. There was the lake. The thought passing through his mind, teasing his senses. Yes, the lake, it was a short walk and no one would be there and he wouldn’t be waking Son if he were to make use of it.

Hurrying his steps, Faolan reached his room and collected a towel, a clean change of clothing, his favorite scented soap and a brush. Coming back out of his room, he glanced towards Son’s once more, wondering if he should leave the other some kind of note as to where he had wandered off too in case the other woke and came in search of him. He didn’t plan on being gone all night and he was sure that Son could look after him self for the short time that he would be gone.

What could possibly happen in a few hours to a grown man in the middle of the woods where no one knew where he was? Nothing, since Faolan had a vision in the last few weeks. So it was safe to go out and enjoy a long soak in the cool water.

Leaving through the front door, the former Prophet of Limbo picked his way along the darkened night path. His tufted tail swaying behind him with every step, clutching the bundle of items to his chest as he moved. Looking up, he watched the full moon through the thick foliage. It seemed so close this night and rather bright. Turning his attention back to the path, Faolan drew to a stop, thinking that he heard a noise. Tipping his head right then left, his long furred ears twitching as he tried to make out the sound from all the other night sounds.

It was like nothing he had ever heard before. A deep vibrating purr that seemed to go straight through him. It reached into the very core of his being and tighten around his lions. Shivering despite the heat of the night, Faolan found that he was once more moving through the woods, looking for the owner of such a noise. If he didn’t know any better he would have sworn it was siren, but there was nothing like that around here.

Coming out of the woods, Faolan found him self at the edge of the lake staring across the deep water that the moon was reflecting off of like a perfect mirror. The deep thrumming noise seemed to be emanating from around here. Faolan’s ears twitched again as he started around the water, eyes shifting through the eerily bright night looking for the source of the sound. His steps light and easy, ready to evade any attack, should who ever was making such a rapturous noise be deadly. His kind were fighters, even though he preferred not to have to fight, he was readying him self for one.

What he was not ready for was the vision that he was suddenly presented with near the water’s edge when he came around a set of trees. Sitting tall, almost proudly with his head angled upward towards the night sky. A swath of rich, long lavender colored hair draped over thin shoulders, tumbling down the man’s back and lay on the ground in pools of silken threads. Thick, dark lashes brushed against skin that looked translucent, smooth to the touch. Flawlessly pale and dewy soft in the moonlight, begging to be touched all over from the amount that had been left bare to the beholder’s eye.

Faolan felt his groin tighten as his steps continued to draw him closer to the unknown male. The song undo him in a fashion that he doubted could ever be repeated by another living soul.

One thought nagged at him that he should know this fairy tail creature made real. Shouldn’t he?

Coming yet closer to the male, watching intently as the other was working a brush through that long length of hair, the deep thrumming purr emanating from his throat. There, on the right side of his face, the red mark that ran down the perfect face, almost ruining it. This was Son…

But Son was back at the house, he tried to tell himself. Son was sleeping. This couldn’t be Son… Son shouldn’t look like this, Faolan told him self, and Son shouldn’t have this kind of pull on his body and mind. Licking his lips Faolan moved closer coming to kneel at the former demon’s left side, noting that he had placed a white towel across his lap, poorly hiding his member from view as it tented the towel upwards. Son’s body was hard and throbbing, pulsating with that deep ebbing purred that rumbled deep from the violet haired man’s throat.

Why had Son covered himself this way? He would have thought the man had no shame to speak of considering the things he had done over his long life.

Velvet black eyes fluttered open when he felt another aura brush across his own. A soft nearly dream-like quality seemed to fill those rich, dark eyes as a soft smile painted across firm lips. Son’s deep voice rumbled out of the depths of his chest when he spoke, "Faolan… what are you doing here?" Having thought to sneak out of the house for a private moment or two when the Aedon would not be constantly looking over his shoulder.

Faolan’s ears tipped back, this was wrong, he shouldn’t be this close to the former demon. Son was his student. He could feel his heart tripping against his chest as he rimmed his mouth with his tongue unable to form a single thought into actual words, caught and held by the other’s magnetic power.

"Faolan… are you alright?" Tipping closer to the other and ghosting his mouth against the Aedon’s. Dark eyes searching the light caramel, "Faolan…?" Breathing his teacher’s name, fanning his warm breath against the other’s mouth.

Unable to stop him self, the Aedon found himself leaning in a bit further, closing the distance and pressing his mouth to Son’s. Warm lips greeted his, parted under the invasion of his own tongue, swirling it against Son’s as he moaned deep in the back of his own throat. It was a very long moment before he pulled back.

"Son…" Breathing the other’s name, dipping his head to taste those artfully parted lips once more, drinking in the kiss, "Son…" Moaning hotly in the back of his throat. This wasn’t right… deepening the kiss as he started to push the taller man backward, he shouldn’t be doing this…

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Sereph had no idea how he had gotten here at the bottom of the tower steps. There were bodies all around him; bleeding and torn, left scattered like a child’s toys. It was like waking in the middle of a dream and not sure if it had been a dream or not or if he was still dreaming away. One thought came to the for front though as he turned around to face a set of steps that disappeared upward along a shadowed hall, that if he didn’t hurry his steps up and get where he needed to be Krin would die. If he didn’t move now it was going to be his entire fault for putting the healer’s life in danger in the first place.

Krin… Krin was up there at the top of those stairs. Krin whom had stood by his side in this fight, was now in danger of losing his life because he didn’t, wouldn’t leave when he had been told to do so. His Krin… brave and strong, some one he didn’t deserve to call his own.

Swearing under his breath the angel found himself racing up a spiral staircase that didn’t seem to want to end. Time was growing short and the stairs didn’t seem to want to end. Curling his hands tighter, he realized that he was hold his sword, having no idea that he had drawn it. He must have, at some point, noting that how read the blood was on the crystal blade, as it dripped downward over the point as the blade flashed in the failing light.

Who’s blood it was, he didn’t know and didn’t have the time to think about it, since so many bodies littered the floor below, as he finally reached the top of the stairs.

The thick black doors came before him almost without warning. One moment he was sprinting up the dizzying coil of stairs. The next he was at the top. They didn’t offer much of an obstacle to the fire caster, the black doorway soon ash under the heat of his magic. Nothing would bar him from Krin, and with determination he strode into the chamber beyond.

This is where he had to be. The circular room wasn’t overly large; he’d be able to cross it in several quick strides, reaching the other side and the door that stood just ajar there. There was no furnishings, no paintings, no windows, nothing to give the room substance other then the body that lay sprawled face down on the cold stone floor.

Sereph’s blood ran cold as he took note of familiar clothing and the long black hair lying in the pool of congealing blood. He couldn’t feel any thing coming from the one that had the look of being carelessly tossed aside to the ground. A dull ache forming in the pit of his stomach as he forced him self to take those last few steps across the room. "Please...please no… don’t let it be…" He was in time, he had to be in time. Krin wasn’t there; he wasn’t the one on the floor… it was some other made to look like him.

Dream like, Sereph sank to the floor just behind the body. He could feel the cool musk of death clinging to the air. Like the lack of life had sucked the very warmth from the area about it. Replacing it with a sinking kind of dread. He didn't want to reach out and turn the body to confirm what he refused to accept. Yet he still found his hand moving out.

His hand barely trembled. The softest agitated shift of his fingers giving away his hesitation. Stopping a bare inch from the listless form on the floor. It took far more determination than he had hoped to finally draw the body about gently so he could see the face. Confirming what he had never wanted to see.

It couldn't be! Krin was a healer for god’s sake! This wasn’t happening. It had not happened. Denying it with all of his being. Feeling as if his world was falling apart even before he had proven that this wasn’t his fallen lover.

Yet even as his mind came up with a million reasons why it couldn't happened. The reality of it wouldn't change...It had happened. Denying it with all of his being. Mentally begging whoever was listening to change it. Promising the world and more if someone would just rewind time to before this had happened. To breathe life back into the Fae and make it better. Yet somewhere deep inside of him self. He knew things like that didn't happen. Death was one reality that wouldn't change.

Sereph reached out, bringing the man’s face into the fading light. A soundless cry escaping his lips when sightless silver blue eyes came into view, blood smearing the soft pale skin, a trail of it smudging lips that had always held a welcoming smile for him. The look of terror now etched into handsome features, frozen forever in death’s grip, didn’t suit the healer at all.

Sereph felt his world collapsing in on it’s self as he moved to close the eyes of his lover. Not wanting to see the death glaze that froze his vision. There were no words to describe the pain that ripped through his chest. His mind struggling to reject what he was seeing his heart begged for him to wake up from the nightmare. Both slowly were coming through the shock to realize the reality. This couldn’t be happening. Bowing his head over the lifeless form. Clutching it with numb fingers. Denying what he was seeing. No, no... NO!

Looking down the Fae’s still form, Sereph noted the heavy dark spot where his heart had been and knew that there was no coming back from what had been done. It wasn’t fair… Krin didn’t deserve this… Why did everyone that ever touched his life turn up dead?

He’d find who did this and rip their heart out…

"Aaaawwww… is the little baby gonna cry?" A deep familiar voice crackled with sick laughter. "I didn’t mean to break your toy before you got here! Though… I must say, I haven’t had such a sweet, tempting treat in such a ~looong~ time." Sereph didn't lift his head, but he heard the sickening sound of something fleshy being chewed. The kind of sound you heard when a rabid wolf tore out hunks of raw meat from bone.

His gaze lifted. Turning the crisp blue of his eyes on the man, hidden in the shadows of the second doorway. The fucker was going to die this time.

Driving his sword into the stone. Hearing the hum of steel as he used it to shove him self to his feet. Rising with a slow predatory grace. Killing intent hardening him and making him calculating. "I'm going to slaughter you, you sick fuck." A hissing growl rumbling on his tone. Before lunging forward.

The other turned and bolted up the steps with Sereph right behind him. His laughter filling the shortened flight of stairs. "Come on then," teasing as he danced out of the way of a ball of fire.

Sereph plunged up the steps recklessly, until he hit the top step and burst into the blinding light at the top… a trap!

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This wasn’t right! Faolan gasped, wrenching him self away from the warm body, panting harshly, pain flashing across his forehead. Reaching up he grabbed at his head, only to have Son grab at his hand as his worried filled voice warned, "Woooohhh there! Don’t move so fast. You’ve cracked your head a good one."

Moaning Faolan moved his hand down from his head feeling the warm wet fluid coating his fingers. Looking at the sticky red, he glanced up at Son who was fully clothed and crouching over him in the middle of his kitchen. Looking around, confused to say the least Faolan’s ears falling back, "what happened?" hadn’t he gone for a swim and encountered the naked former demon sitting in the moonlight? He could have sworn…

"I don’t know. I went into the small village as you asked and came back to find you like this," Son supplied. "It looks like you collapsed and hit your head on the counter top on your way down. It’s a good thing that I got lost and came back…" Moving to help Faolan sit up.

"Yes…" it was a good thing that Son had come back. Looking at his hand and the blood smeared across the digits then back at Son, his eyes landing on the lightly braided length of hair. His brows drawing together before lifting his gaze to the other’s, "Thank you…"

He slipped one arm under the Aedon’s legs and the other behind his shoulders and lifted. Picking Faolan up bridal style, "Are you … alright? You seem… odd?" Worried when Faolan didn’t seem to be acting in his normal accord. It unsettled him to see his friend and mentor in such a state. It must be the bump to his head. He hit his head hard enough to draw blood after all.

"Odd…" Reaching out to touch the think length of hair that laid over one of Son’s shoulders, petting it and finding it to be as soft as he remembered. "How so?" Starting to draw the thick length around his wrist.

"Faolan… please, don’t do that…" panic taking the place of worry, he didn’t wish for the other to play with his hair like that. It was must disconcerting. He needed to set Faolan down and fish his hair back from the other’s grasp before something bad happened.

"Do what?" Looking up at the former demon, taking more of the fine, rich hair into his hands, "You act like I am going to hurt you." Had this been the reason that Son had been purring so in that very odd vision. Caramel colored eyes locking to panic flared black. The look was all-wrong; it wasn’t warm and inviting.

"Just don’t pull my hair. I don’t really enjoy that," Son whispered as he carried Faolan from the kitchen and into the prophet’s bedroom.

"Why would I pull your hair?" it seemed like a foolish and childish thing to do and yet Faolan could tell that the prospect of having his hair pulled thrilled and terrified him at the same time.

"I don’t know," the former demon replied, "Maybe cause you keep winding it around your wrist?"

"You offered me the length the other day. Why not now?"

"Because I … I just want more from you now…"

"What’s that have to do with your hair, Son?" Trying to put the vision together with what he knew about the man and not quite understanding how the pieces all fit together.

"Nothing," Son lied.

Shouldering the door to Faolan’s room open, Son walked inside and over to his teacher’s bed and laid him down, "Sit still and I will be right back with some bandages and a cold compress…"

Faolan tightened his grip on Son’s braid before the other could stop him, pulling on the long length. He wasn’t sure if it was an accident or on purpose. All he knew was that the sound that erupted from the former demon’s throat wasn’t human and the most erotic thing he had ever heard. It nearly much the thrumming purr from the dream he had been having before Son woke him.

"NNNNNNUUUUUHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHAHAAAAH!!!" Son hit the floor on his knees, doubled over his lap which just managed to get his hair yanked again causing him to repeat the noise that had just escaped his lips. The room had gone blindingly white and now brightly colored stars danced around the edges. Panting harshly Son tried to gather his scattered wits while groin pounded for immediate release. Blinking a bit, he looked up at Faolan whom was staring back at him in wide-eyed wonder.

Rising up onto his elbow, the tail of Son’s hair dangling from his fingers, "Are you alright? I didn’t mean…"

Choking down his unbound lust, Son hissed at the Aedon, "I asked you -not- to do that."

Faolan winced at the censure in Son’s voice. "I didn’t know that I would cause you so much pain by pulling it…" Slowly unwinding the violet silk from his wrist.

"It’s not pain you caused me," Son breathed harshly, unable to get to his feet at that moment to storm out of the room.

"Not pain… then what?" Eyeing Son skeptically.

"As if you don’t know…" Glaring meaningfully back at the Aedon.

"I don’t know, that’s why I am asking."

Dark eyes narrowed a bit on the Aedon, baring his teeth at the prophet, "Don’t play the innocent with me. You knew what you were doing when you wrapped my hair around your wrist like that and pulled."

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"Huuuuuhhh… SHIT!" Sitting bolt upright in the bed, Sereph found him self panting before reaching for his now waking lover. Krin was alive and this had been one hell of a nightmare. Closing his eyes and flumping back into the pillows covering his face with his hands. That was not even right…

Krin whimpered in the back of his throat, finding him self pulled into Sereph’s arms. His eyes cracked open, "Is the house on fire?" yawning and sitting up, sniffing the air for smoke, wondering why it was that Sereph had awoken him from a dead sleep.

Holding onto him tightly, "Thank god!" He breathed against the dark hair, soothing his hands over it, "Thank God you are alive."

Finding him self smothered against Sereph’s chest, not that he was complaining, but the man was suffocating him a wee bit. And what was that? "Why wouldn’t I be?" Krin muttered as he tried to pull back a little to see Sereph’s face. "It was just a bad dream…"

"You don’t understand," Sereph muttered, letting his lover go enough so that he could see the other’s face, "It seemed so real…" His voice growing distant as he tried to shake off the effects, hearing a voice whisper in the back of his head, ~Common… he promised us his heart. Why not take it? He’s so delicious. You should have tasted him, Sereph… Oh wait… you did~ Laughter filtering in over the dark thoughts.

Thoughts that weren’t his own and had him releasing the confused Fae and nearly jumping off the bed to distance him self from his lover. Covering the left side of his face, Sereph bolted from the room. He needed to put as much distance between him self and his dark haired lover as possible. If his darker side was going to slip away from him, he didn’t want the other to have a direct line to Krin.

Images of the dream rose up to greet him as he made it down the hall to the bathroom, yanking the door open before he could confine him self to the enclosed space. He could see Krin lying on the floor in a pool of blood and hear the dark voice laughing. Sereph swore he could taste Krin’s blood in his mouth.

Wiping his hand across his lips, he half expected it to come away red.

~I didn’t have time for that. Just a few more moments and you might have had something to really worry about, Sereph. Come on, it’s not like you haven’t held these thoughts about that sweet little half breed.~ The voice coerced from the dark recesses of the angel’s mind.

"I’m not like that," Sereph replied, flickering on the light, "That’s you, it’s not me."

~Stop denying it, you pussy.~

Was the seal slipping? Was he trying to get free? Why now of all times?

Krin gaped at Sereph’s retreating backside. It was a rather nice view of taunt, well-formed naked muscles in motion as they carried the man from the room. But why was his lover fleeing their room like that was the question? It worried him enough to have Krin slipping from the bed and pulling the sheet around his nude form to follow after Sereph. Krinthen had to make sure that his lover was alright, after all that Sereph had done for him over the last several months, he could just let the man wake from a night mare like that with out consoling him in some way.

Besides, he thought he felt something shifting in the darkness. His power prickled at the change that seemed to center around his lover. Hurrying his steps, Krin wanted to get to the bottom of this odd behavior but he was just in time see the bathroom door slam close and hear the lock slide home as he came to stand in front of Sereph’s hiding place. Reaching slowly up, he knocked on the door, "Seph?" Holding his breath and he knocked a little louder, "Seph… are you ok in there? What just happened?" Knocking just a little louder still the healer tried to turn the knob on the door, "Sereph, I want to help you. Please. Let me in."

~Oh yes! Do let him in Serephium. Let him in so that he can see what you really are.~ The dark voice purred through his mind as the angel looked at his image in the mirror. The seal wasn’t showing. Tipping his face a bit more as he pet his skin. Why was his happening? Why wasn’t the seal showing? Panic slipped over him, causing him to startle when Krin knocked harder and continued to beg to be let in so that he could help.

How could he help? No one could help him.

~That’s right baby. No one can help you. No one wants to help you. Krinthen really don’t love you either.~ That voice chortled at him.

"That’s a lie," Sereph hissed back at his image as it smiled cruelly back at him.

~Is it? Who could love you? Not even your own people want you.~

"Shut up!"

"Sereph!! Are you alright? Please open the door. I can help you, if you let me."

~MMMmmm, I bet you could sweet thing. Bent over with that sweet ass in the air. NNNNRrrrrrr!!~

"Leave him alone! Just shut up!" Clapping his hands over his ears and trying to force the voice back into the darkness of his mind. He was losing it. Sereph could feel the grips on his sanity slipping away. This wasn’t happening. Please… Tipping his head back, "Please… don’t let this happen…" If the darkness escaped it would go after Krin…

~OOOhhhhh, yes I would. I’d make Son look like a devoted lover compared to the things I would do to Krinthen’s lovely self. I’d really love to sink my teeth into that soft sweet flesh of his…~

"SEREPH! PLEASE…" Krinthen begged from the other side of the door.

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Son let out another slow hiss and rose to his feet to stare down at Faolan, who lay coiled on the bed. The Aedon was telling the truth, as far as he could tell, that he had no idea what he had just done to him. Feeling his jaw slowly work back and forth before he reached out and snagged the Aedon’s limp hand and pressed it to his still rock hard groin. Son groaned low in the back of his throat, feeling the man’s fingers tense over the hard pulsing outline hidden under his long robe.

Faolan’s richly colored eyes widened in shock and surprise, watching his hand sprawl across Son’s hardness, feeling the heavy outline of what rested just out of sight. He had done that to the man by pulling his hair? Was that even possible? Letting his head fall back, he turned those amazing eyes on Son and found the truth in the form demon’s liquid hot eyes. He had turned the man on with the simple action of tugging on his hair.

Color flooded his cheeks making his face feel warmer then it should, "I-I didn’t know…" He exhaled slowly, unable to think of something more intelligent to say to the other.

Son snorted and tossed the hand away before Faolan could think of something else to do to him or his body, "I asked you not to do that and now you know why." If he had been his demonic self or perhaps didn’t care much about Faolan, he would have mounted the man, pushing him down into the thick mattress and fucked him until he learned his lesson. That when told not to do something, like pulling his hair, meant it because there was a damn good reason behind the issued warning.

Still feeling the warmth of the other lingering under his palm, Faolan pulled his hand into his body and looked away from the continued lust filled gaze that lingered on him. "I am sorry, Son’Arrin. I will remember not to do this again."

Watching the Aedon for a few moments longer, Son nodded turned and walked out of the bedroom, going to gather up the bandages and cold, damp cloth to clean Faolan’s wounds with. He didn’t like what had been done to him, but he was going to give his teacher the benefit of the doubt and tend to him like he said he was going to.

When Son returned Faolan and curled his tail into his lap and was petting one of the long furred tufts. The Aedon looked remorseful, as he continued to pet his tail with out acknowledging his presence. The former demon grimaced before taking a seat on the side of the bed. Reaching out, he caught Faolan’s down turned face and started to wash away the dried blood. He wasn’t really angry at Faolan, so he gentled his touch and tone, "It doesn’t look so bad now. I take it you have some self healing?"

"A little, yes," Answering when Son spoke to him, lifting his face a little to better see his caregiver. "I am really sorry that I did that to you, Son."

The violet haired male rolled his shoulders, "You didn’t know…" finished with the cleaning he set to carefully bandaging the wound closed. "It would be another matter all together if you had known and done it on purpose." Letting out a low, long hollowed breath, Son, sat back a little from the prophet, "I have had those that wish such a reaction from me do as you did. Though they would have continued until I was on my knees pleading for some kind of release." Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips against Faolan’s face, picking up a stray lock of ink black hair and tucking it behind the male’s long tufted ear, "You are not like that. Or so I hope." Caressing the set of strips that ran down the Aedon’s cheek when he pulled his hand away, "I think it best if you try to rest but remain awake for a bit. It was, after all, a nasty fall."

Faolan found him self nodding and settling back against his pillows as Son cleaned up and left him alone in his room. He wanted to ask the other to stay. To explore the softly offered touches further but he couldn’t force the words past his lips to ask. Closing his eyes, the prophet sank back into the bedding with a muffled sigh. This was not good. Not good at all. Was Son trying to seduce the pants off him?

Part of him wanted that to be the case while the other half still had a few lingering doubts about the former demon’s road to redemption.