Devil Inside

Welcome to my latest insanity. The story is inspired by the song Devil Inside Remix by Utada. For those that don't know me, I'm Tat. Complete Pervert. Nor can I seem to write anything without tons of sex. So welcome to my mind.


For those that do, love you all.


If you want to hear the piece that inspired the fic, you can go to the website which is in my profile


Now, Onto the story!



Devil Inside





As the music began playing, the heavy beats of the drum began to feel like they were permeating into the soul of the dancer. The drums began their rolling, adding the syth into the almost African beat, the dancer's hips began to sway in a more deeper manner, almost sensual in its movement. It did a mini break as the beat became faster, making the dancer sway his hips faster, wiggling his small ass as it the beginning of the song began.


'Utada did it so amazingly...I wonder if I can do it?' he thought as he began to sing the words of the song that the beautiful Japanese singer had allowed him to sing.


The crowd had already had become riotious as they all longed to join the sex god on the stage, just to get close those beautiful hips as he thrust upwards, rolling his hips and sang the rest of the chorus along with the remaining words about getting action under the table. Something of course he had not ever done. Nor would he. No one was worthy of that. His body and the part of his soul that he knew would be given in those final acts of completion were his and his alone. No one was deserving of it. Of his gift. The gift of his virginity.


As the song began to near the end, he swirled his hips over the mic stand, giving his fans a hint of what it would be like to be his lover.


And they loved it...


Screaming at the end of the song as he raised his hands up into the air, the crowd went wild. He held his hands up for a good minute, absorbing the screams and energy of love and lust and sheer want that his thousands of fans were pouring over him.


'This is life....' he thought as he said his goodbyes to his fans wrapping up the last concert of his very long tour that he had been on for the last three years.


In three years, he had written and sold 4 albums and toured the world, selling his songs and voice to millions of screaming fans, both male and female. Noone seemed to not care that he had never said whether his personal preference was, and speculation was constantly rampant. Whether it had been to award shows or charities or parties, he always came alone. Not ever did he come with a date, and it had added to the mystery that was him.


He wouldn't have it any other way.


He loved the mystery that was him. No personal information was ever given at interviews, most wanting to ask, but never had the nerve to. Though he rarely gave interviews, the few that he had given, had only gotten information on his newest works or new dance moves that he planned on incorporating. But never the full information. And never on his personal life.


As he thought about all of this, the closest person that had been allowed near the sex god came over with his bottle of iced white tea and a cold towel to decompress him. Drinking the tea in one shot, and placing the towel across the back of his neck he smiled at the small man that had given it. His beautiful assistant, a native of Maori was dressed in his normal black, as he liked to blend with the shadows and not cause attention to himself, leaving this for his employer.


"Rangios, is it all set?" the singer asked his small employee, who was also his close friend


"Yes sir. The room has been cleared and the limo is ready for you." the shy man said looking way up at the man


"Thank you. You may go now." was all he said and the smaller man left leaving him semi alone. There were still all the stage hands and other assistants that were flittering around, helping his other band mates but for now he was in his zone. The place that no one else existed. Going into his dressing room, which surprising that since he was lead singer, famous and rich, the dressing room was surprisingly plain. It did have his stage makeup and a few of the outfits that he had, but other then a bouquet of freesia and stargazer lillies, the room was bare. Just the way he liked it. He didn't need the trappings of wealth. Not anymore. That kind of pretention was something that as a child he had been around and it was expected. But now...now it was not important. It did not make him happy. Singing, and the energy from his fans made him happy. He loved being with them, making them happy and they fed his need just nicely.


Looking at himself in the mirror he always was startled at his own appearance. He did not think of himself as vain, but he knew he was amazing to look at. His long black hair was his greatest pride. Just trailing the edges of his tailbone, it was kept one length there, and always taken care of by Rangios. Another startling feature was his honey gold eyes. His fans had referred them to deep honey, and some had said he had amber maple syrup eyes. He knew that they swirled occationally usually when he was in his zone. He had often wondered about other times, like when making love, but as he had never so much as kissed another he did not know. Other then clothing assistants, no person had touched his body and it was the way he liked it.


Only Rangios knew that he was untouched and innocent, and for the most part...pure. He didn't believe in teasing his body, so never had touched himself. He knew that in his business, sex sells, but he didn't believe in that. Besides, holding himself aloof seemed to sell more cd's attested by the amount of record sales he had.


Stripping, he let his clothes fall, knowing that his clothiers will take care of it later and headed into the shower to remove the sweat and makeup from his body. Entering into the spartan bathroom he saw that his personal assistant had already put in his toiletries and began the shower. Turning the heat on to nearly scalding hot, he entered it and began to cleanse away the grime. He could hear the others moving around in the other room, so he knew that he would have something to eat when he came out. They knew that when he was inside, unless it was absolutely necessary, like his makeup artists, he liked to be alone. Finishing faster then normal he wrapped his hair up in the towel that had been on the side and wrapped his waist up in the Egyptian towels and walked back into the main room. His agent had requested that he come to a club that night, in celebration. He had told him to go to hell, but his agent was a nasty piece of work and had given him a look of 'If you don't show up I will post naked pictures of you'


He hadn't been given too much of a choice and had agreed to go.


Now seeing the clothing they expected him in, he groaned internally. Leather pants, with slits along the side and a thin tank top. Looking at this, he groaned again as he did NOT like being like that in public. He wanted to just wrap himself up and not let anyone in. It was safer. And it hurt less. All his life, it hurt to trust. First his parents, then his family. Battered and broken, every day of his life with them, it had taken a miracle to get away from them and change his identity. Growing his hair and making his body, fit and lean had been the first step. He refused to change his eyes or face, but he had hoped that with his new height and body appearance it would have been enough to change that his family would never find him. And it had worked. He knew he looked nothing like the small, short and very ugly boy that he had been at 12 and now at 25, 13 years later he had not heard anything from them. Now that he was very famous, if they had seen anything of him they would have said something, but they had not. He still didn't relax, as the fear remained but as long as he let no one inside, he felt safe.


As he finished getting ready, he grabbed one of the ribbons from the flower arrangement and wrapped his hair up in it. Now having a very long ponytail, it took years off his face and if one was not careful, he looked like an incredibly feminine woman. Which in some cases was what he wanted. Anything, to not attract attention.


He finished, and sat down on the small chair that was off to the side and began to eat the fruit and cheese plate that had been prepared for him. He did notice that another bottle of water was there as well, so took a drink of it as he savoured the food. Closing his eyes as he ate, he felt the flavours melt in his mouth. The door opened and with his eyes closed he could tell the footfalls of his agent, his own personal demon.


"Ready to go Adreyn?" the man said in his English accent that was partly Cockney.


"Yes, though I loathe the clothing that you have put me in. I don't care if this is a wrap party and that there is going to be photographers there, I don't like having my body on display, and you know it." Adreyn said to him


"Too bad, suck it up." the man answered, now standing over his client


"Aldwin, I have asked you to try to respect my wishes. Are you ever going to listen to me?" he asked the blond agent


"No. I know what is best. If you do this, I will let you brood in a corner..." Aldwin said to him, compromising with his innocent client


"No you won't, but thank you. All right, let's go." Adreyn said standing up as he towered over his agent.




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"Yo...CAV!!" a voice screamed from across the room. Because of the loud noise the black haired man could barely make out his friend's voice but he did, and turned towards it. The beat of the music was lovely to him but he was in a melancholy mood. He didn't really want to be here but his friend told him to come. And one did not say no to Dante. He liked living.


Moving over to his friend, he still did not understand why he was here. He had nothing to do with the entertainment industry so he didn't get why Dante wanted him here. True, Dante had been catering to the rock star's tour while he had been in the States, but he didn't see why he had to be here.


"Cavannnnnn....." Dante whined dragging him away from the edge of the bar that he had been hiding behind. It was not as if he was 'hiding' it was just he didn't want to be around all these people.


"Dante, remind me how OLD you are?" Cavan said to him with a slight smirk on his face.


"You big MEANIE!!" Dante said and stamped his foot like a small child. Of which Cavan smiled at him.


"Yes I am. Now....why did you drag me away from that cozy bar?" Cavan said as he caught the smirk on his face. Cavan did not like it when he did that and dreaded what he was going to say to him


"You see that guy over there?" he said as he pointed at a lone figure in the corner. "Go talk to him"


"Why should I?" Cavan asked, not really seeing him, but could tell from his body posture that he wasn't interested in company


"Because you like to make me happy?" Dante said with his normal childish voice. When he had served the young man that was sitting in the corner, it always struck him how closed off he was. Here was a guy that on stage or in front of cameras gave his body and soul, but with people, an iceburg was friendlier.


"Fine." was all he said as he walked over to the table where the brooding singer was sitting back, nursing his iced tea. Adreyn was quiet, and thinking about what he wanted to do next. He hadn't been really paying any attention to his surroundings, but just listening to the beats, trying to give him some ideas on new songs. He wasn't sure if it was a change in the wind, or a premonition of something, but something caused him to look up and meet his eyes with eyes of aquamarine and within them he found his soul mate.