The Music of the Demons

Just wanted to say, for any chapter, any at all that might have a sex scene, or anything close... well, i'm not too good on them, so please, be kind.

Kylee: Come on, it's Dean. When it comes to that with Kaden, he'd have to be. ;)

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I pushed my body against Kaden’s, backing him up to the counter, and continued to suck on his finger, only getting a meager amount.

It got even smaller, as my saliva started to heal it.

I let go of his finger, and his hand dropped to his side, and I finally looked into his eyes.

Surprise, and lust.

I pressed my hips against his a little harder, and his breathing sped up, his heartbeat getting louder in my ears, calling for me.

I leaned down, and nuzzled into his neck, running my teeth across the smooth expanse of skin proffered to me.

Slowly, I had to do this slowly.

The little part of myself that I could still feel, was begging for me not to hurt my angel, and I didn’t want to disappoint.

I licked at the point I planned to bite, and soon my teeth punctured his skin. Kaden’s body tensed. I hesitated a moment, before pushing in, and soon the blood was practically pouring down my throat.

So deliciously warm.

After a few gulps, I took the time to find out Kaden’s condition. The fog was lifting from my mind, though now the lust was falling in.

My angel’s body was arching into mine, a moan escaping his lips in the ecstasy I knew now that I was giving him.

I rolled my hips into Kaden’s, making him gasp, panting into my ear. I licked over the wound I’d made on his neck, healing it, before sucking and nipping, leaving my mark.

I lifted my head away, and licked my lips, making sure to clean off the rest of the blood.

I looked at my angel, his dark eyes half-lidded, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed, panting hard. He stared back at me, and I watched as his tongue slowly ran across his lips.

I’d already gone this far, and I needed more. I quickly captured his lips, tongue thrusting in his mouth, and silently apologized that I tasted like blood. As far as I knew, most humans didn’t like the taste.

I could tell he was inexperienced, and it about made me burst with joy. I didn’t care much that this might not have been his first kiss, but there was a large chance that he didn’t have any sexual experience.

I began to believe that this really was his first kiss, because he was getting better.

He was a fast learner, it seemed, but I didn’t want that, now did I?

I rolled my hips again, and Kaden moaned into my mouth. His hands went up to clutch my shirt, and I had a feeling the only reason he was standing was because I was pinning him against the counter.

My hands went underneath his shirt, resting on his hips, my finger slightly under the band of his pants. I just about lost myself when Kaden started thrusting hard against me, having mostly been still, till now.

The friction was so wonderful, but I needed more, so much more. I moved off him a little, allowing room for my hands to get to the button of his pants, and quickly undid it, pulling it down his thighs, his underwear going with it.

“Dean…” He groaned out, his lips leaving mine, as I took hold of him in my hand, and began to stroke. It was a little awkward, since I had only ever touched myself like this. Either way, he seemed to like it.

I sped up my pace, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the head, which was already beginning to leak.

My other hand went up to the back of his head, forcing our lips together again, while continuing to pump him, smearing the pre-come along his cock.

I felt about ready to cum from the erotic noises my angel was making, and I wanted him to do so even more, I wanted to plunge into him, take him fully, possess him. I wanted to do everything to him that would make him scream out my name in pleasure.

I eventually gave him a chance to breath, and he threw his head back, eyes closed, crying out softly as my hand was covered in a warm liquid.

I didn’t even have time do anything before Kaden pushed against me, making me step back, before he was out of the kitchen. The door to the bathroom slammed shut soon after.

I stood there in the kitchen, wondering what the hell just happened, when I heard a dripping sound. I looked down, remembering my hand was still covered in Kaden’s cum.

It left me with a problem on how to clean it off. I really wanted to taste it, but I felt guilty just thinking about it.

In the end I washed it off in the sink, before quickly making my way to the bathroom in my bedroom. I might have finished off Kaden, but I still had myself to take care. Damn, I’d barely even thought of it, too caught up in pleasuring my angel.

But now it was a blaring problem. I felt a bit horrified at what I did to my angel, so it was easy to keep my thoughts in order, and not chase after Kaden, like I wanted to.

If he ran after just that… I already had my work cut out for me.

But now, I had to make sure my angel didn’t completely hate me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

I had a really good feeling now that that was his first time someone ever did something like that to him, and he might have thought it was because of the bite. He might be thinking that I had just sexually harassed him, might not want to let it happen again.

I had to go find out what he was thinking.

But I didn’t want to push him, he might not want to talk to me. He might push me away.

But I had to, we didn’t have time. Every second was a second closer to the clan finding out about my new sexual orientation, that I wasn't about to give them any children.

And I wanted to go farther. I wanted to take him in my own home, before we went on the run.

I wanted to pleasure him in my home, in my bed, so badly.

And I only had a week to do so.

I sighed, before groaning, and ran a hand through my hair.

Fuck, how was I going to do this, while making sure that I didn’t run my little mate away?

I decided it then, I was going to have to talk to him now, I had to make something clear with him. What it was that had to be cleared, was something I was still trying to figure out.

But first, before I did anything, before I even tried to talk to him, I had to get rid of my own problem.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants, and let myself out with a sigh. I was about ready to explode, and thinking about all the little noises my angel had made, did nothing to help.

I finished myself quicker than I thought I would, and cleaned myself off, before making my way out of my room.

I walked to the bathroom in the hallway, opposite Kaden’s room. He was still in there, I could tell. His heartbeat was still pounding desperately in his chest.

“Kaden?” I knocked on the door, but got no answer. He was by the door, near the floor, probably sitting. I could just see him, leaning against the door, head in hands, pants still undone…

I slid down on my knees, my head against the door, thinking that it would bring me all the more closer to him.

“Kaden?” I tried again, and heard a shuffling of clothes, and what sounded like something being zipped. Like his pants.

“Go away,” was my long awaited answer, and I would have done so in any other situation, but this was this, and I needed him.

“Can we talk about this?” Was the only thing I could think of to ask. Fuck, why would he want to? I just fucking molested him.

“No.” I was right. Damn it, I knew that was going to be his answer, but I really needed to find some way to get through to him.

“Please?” I asked, no, begged.

“Please, just go away…” And he was begging too. I didn’t want to here this sort of depressing tone, god, I hated it already.

“Please, I really need…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t know how to do it.

“What, you need to get off or something?” I’d already done so, but that wasn’t something that I thought would be a good thing to tell him.

“No. That’s not it at all.” Please, please let me have my say.

“Then what is it, do you want to fuck or something?” I blinked in surprise at the angry tone that came at me now. And of what he had, god, I had wished he had offered.

“No.”

“Then what the fuck is it?” He seemed to have a mouth on him when he was angry. Not that I minded, something meaningless as bad words wouldn’t, couldn’t dirty his mouth.

“Just talk, for now.” I cursed under my breath when I said that.

“For now? Then what later?” I was hoping he hadn’t of caught that, or just plain left it alone.

“Whatever you want.” I answered truthfully. Whatever it was, he was going to get. Even if it meant never getting a chance to touch him again. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to cope, but I would manage.

“You want to talk? Then talk.” He ordered, his voice gone low.

“We need to… about earlier,” I stated, hoping that he wouldn’t hate me for bringing it up.

“What about it?” Fuck, he wasn’t going to deny everything, was he?

“About it. About what it could mean.”

“And what could it mean?” There was a new tone in his voice, I couldn’t figure out. Almost… almost desperation.

“What do you want it to mean?” I asked only loud enough for him to hear me.

“I… I don’t know.” Said so quietly, and I was sure my dead heart almost began to beat. It made me think, maybe he actually wanted to be with me, but wasn’t sure? Maybe he needed something to push him in one direction or another?

I had to tell him the truth, but what was that? That I wanted him? That I needed him like the most addicting drug? That I depended on him like a human depended on oxygen?

If he believed me, I just… there would be something wrong. There would be a doubt. If I could fall for him so easily, what’s to say that I couldn’t for someone else? What if he thought that I was lying?

“Can we try it out?” Something else I shouldn’t have said, at least not yet, because he had yet to know my inner turmoil.

“Try what?” His voice had taken that depressing tone again.

“This. A relationship.” Anything. The silence, the unknowing of his answer, of what he was thinking, was mind numbing. I needed toknow.

“I’m… I’m not gay.” He finally called out, and I closed my eyes.

“Try it out. Just for a week. If you don’t like it, I’ll buy you a fucking house, anywhere you want, never have to worry about where to sleep, ever again. I‘ll fucking buy you whatever you want with it.” If he truly thought he didn’t want me, I wouldn’t force him. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

In the end, if he wanted me gone, then I would. I would disappear, out of his life, forever. I don’t know where I would go, somewhere far away, somewhere alone. That is, if I could even live without him. I’d don’t think that, if he didn’t choose me, that I wouldn’t just die. I would want to, I knew that for certain.

“I… I don’t know.” Indecision, yes, I could work with that, if only for a little while.

“How about I give you the rest of tonight, until tomorrow night, to make a decision?” It was the most I would be able to give him. Even then, I’d be stretching my time. It’d lessened the time limit.

“Fine. Tomorrow night.”

In the end, it would be worth it. It just had to be.