A Hearty Reunion

A/N: Hello, Peachy here~! This is my first time ever really publicly displaying my writing like this, so please go easy on me if you do decide to review or rate, or what not. This is a story I did with my good friend, Kry, and Drake does respectively belong to her. This is a joint effort, once again, and I hope you all enjoy it!



The moon was large and low in the sky, and a certain pasty teen sat in the master bedroom of a large but quaint house. Twirling his finger within his pink, purple and blue locks, he gazed through his blue shades at the beautiful carnage that decorated the scene before him. It was a simple idea, really. After separating from his master for a while, he decided to taste humanity again in a way he hadn't done in years. He was adopted by some wholesome couple who'd already seen one child off to college, and he lived with them for a good few months, pretending to be some orphan who was getting over a drug problem. It was quite easy, because he WAS getting over a drug problem. As interesting as it was to get to know these hosts, however, the time came for Selor to kill them, and he did kill them as slowly and torturously as he'd done all his other murders. Their limbs lay scattered across the blood-soaked carpet and their heads were side by side, staring at him with lifeless dull hues. "Master..." sighed Selor quietly to himself, running a bloodied hand down his bared chest. "I wonder how you're doing." He hadn't heard a word from the demon who'd taken ownership over him. And he was way past the stage of withdrawal.


Drake had been a bit busy himself, avoiding a bit of trouble with the authorities. He had a strong distaste for bullets. So quick and nearly painless the way they shot into the flesh. The devil had been on the run for a few months, hiding from the armed men chasing him. Being a creature of near limitless power, he could easily make himself look like a completely different creature. And human for that matter. He lied low for a bit in Europe somewhere, missing his little undead lover more than he knew. Humans just...weren't fun anymore. They died just as easily as a dry leaf crumbled in the Fall. All they were good for now was food. The devil decided he had waited long enough, his anger and lust just too much to bear any longer. Hopefully, little Selor would be right where he expected him to be. If not, this would be a long, annoying search. The devil slipped into a dark, empty alleyway, opening up what looked like a black hole in the air, stepping through and appearing in Selor's old home in a matter of seconds. The place smelt old and dank but he didn't care so long as he had his indestructible pet. "Selor." He called out in his rough, demanding voice. The devil looked so much different than he had before.


After jerking himself off to the best of his ability and cleaning up his mess for once, Selor left the house he'd grown to call home temporarily and slipped his hands into the deep pockets of his trench coat, wearing nothing underneath it. Ah, the sky was so clear this night. He wished it would rain. Rain...just like the day he first met Drake. Instead of heading to his old home, he migrated to the cemetery where he was buried, taking a look at his tombstone. That was when he heard it. Did...did his master just call his name? Or was it his imagination? Eh, probably the latter, and so he plopped down on the rich grass above his grave, fingering the green blades as though they were hair, and gazing up at the stars.


Drake growled as he received no reply, going up the creaky stairs with a snarl. "Damnit Selor!! Where the fuck are you!?" he boomed angry, slamming open doors and looking in the rooms. This was ridiculous! Where was that little brat? The devil swore, smashing things as he tore through the house searching for his pet. The smell of this house was beginning to piss him off. Plus that growing need for some relief didn't help either. "Selor!!!" the devil roared before turning to the door. Well, he must have been somewhere else. Great, he'd have to begin a search. Bullshit.


There was that odd little quirk again in the back of his head, and Selor couldn't ignore it this time. "...Master?" he whispered out loud, brows drawn in concentration and then he shot up. The undead being ran as quickly as he could, all the way back to his home. This sprint took the span of Drake's rampaging house search, and when the devil turned to the door, Selor came bursting through, panting although he technically didn't need to. A look of surprise came to his face as he straightened up slightly, closing the door behind him slowly and gazing at Drake. It felt like his demon companion...but his appearance was very different. "...Master?" he called again, mouth agape and brows drawn high on his forehead.


Drake had a sneer on his face as he whirled around, shooting a cold stare at Selor as the undead boy entered the home. His sneer formed into his trademark wicked smirk, the devil stepping over a broken table to get closer to the boy. "Ah, there you are my pet," he purred, licking his lips in an almost hungry manner. He'd never forget the boy's face, smell or even his voice. Not in a million years. Seeing him there, knowing he was nude under that coat, got him rather excited. "Are you surprised to see me looking so... Human?" he asked, growling low in his chest. That look on Selor's face was almost too perfect.


Well, it was quite confirmed once that smirk came onto the face of this person, and Selor couldn't help but release the breath that had been caught in his throat. He tugged his glasses off, threw them aside and pushed his colorful hair out of his face to get a better look, leaning back against the door as Drake approached him like a prowling carnivore ready to pounce. "Surprised...yes. I mean, I knew we would meet again, but..." He really couldn't find words. The hungry look in those eyes had his pulse racing, his fingers twitching where they were. It ignited a harsh flame in his loins that could only be controlled by the beast coming towards him. "Why the change?" he asked a bit more softly than how he'd been speaking before, as if he were anticipating anything. Because he HAD to anticipate anything when it came to Drake.


Drake took a moment to look over himself as he left the living room and stepped into the lobby to where Selor stood. "... I don't like it either but... Those damned military men wouldn't leave me alone. I mean, you kill a few hundred children and they start firing those irritating little bullets on sight," the devil hissed, putting his hands on the door, Selor's head positioned in between those strong arms of his. "I got tired of it all, so I changed my look and moved away for a bit. I didn't get a chance to tell you." Drake brought a hand to his shirt, tearing off the fabric like it was tissue paper. Another thing that irritated Drake was clothing. "But, now that things have died down, I can go back to the way I looked before. And play with you of course," the beast purred, licking his teeth again as they formed into those fangs that had bitten Selor on numerous occasions. "Hopefully, you're just as feisty and durable as you used to be. Or else I'll be terribly disappointed. You're the only creature that seems to be able to satisfy me anymore."


Selor couldn't take his eyes off of Drake, and he listened to his reasoning behind everything and nodded slowly. "Trivial, indeed," he murmured, tempted to raise one of his hands to touch the false appearance but...he wasn't interested in this human appearance. He'd had enough with humans. His gaze was drawn to the tearing of the shirt, a faint smile coming to his face and then it grew more into his mischievous one once he looked back up to see those magnificent sharp teeth that knew just where to sink into his flesh and how hard to do it. "You know I won't leave you disappointed...Master...I did choose you to be my playmate forever," he hummed in his melodic voice and then giggled a little. "I didn't think I would ever hear you say anything like that, honestly. Makes me feel special." As he spoke those words, he let out a slow breath and began to unzip his trench coat.


Drake couldn't help but chuckle darkly under his breath, trailing a finger along the jaw line of his little Selor. "Nnn, playmate forever.... Sounds like quite the commitment," he joked, his fingernails forming back into those gothic looking black claws that sliced up many of his former 'playmates'. The devil's brown eyes seemed to light up like fire, turning an almost blood red as he peered down at the undead boy. That wicked smirk never left his face the whole while, even when those demonic horns tore through the skin of his forehead, sending trails of fresh, warm, red blood down his face and neck. A pointed pink tongue stuck out through his sharp teeth, lapping at the delicious fluid in the corner of his mouth. "Ah, you are very special, little Selor... You're the only creature I know that can survive anything I throw at you and love it to boot. You're one of a kind, pet." The devil purred, bringing his hand from the boy's jaw, up his round little cheek and through his multi-colored strands. Those frightening eyes broke their gaze on the boy's face, looking down at the bare body being exposed before him. Like a blank canvas ready to be painted red and white.


Dragging the zipper tauntingly slow down its tracks, Selor tilted his head up when Drake's finger grazed his skin, chewing his lip a little. "I know how we are about commitments, but that's at least one we can both agree to, right? I really do enjoy playing with you." His lower lip came out slightly in a puckered pout, yet his eyes never left Drake's for one second. He loved drowning in the fiery flames of hell he saw reflected in those glossy hues. The scent of Drake's blood stung at Selor's nose pleasantly, and he watched as the speedy tongue came out to lap at the crimson fluid running down his face. By the time Drake was done speaking, the zipper to Selor's coat was completely open, and one shoulder of the coat fell to reveal his skin with the whole front of his torso exposed as well. And it was then he finally closed his eyes, feeling those strong fingers in his hair. He wanted to feel the vice, painful grip that only Drake could deliver, strong enough to sever some of the strands from his scalp. He wanted affliction, wanted...Drake's full attention. "I like being special to you," he purred.


Drake couldn't help but let out a maniacal laugh, dropping his hand from Selor's hair to the side of his neck. "Well, there's no way I'm sharing you, that's for sure!" he laughed, quickly grabbing the boy's coat and tossing it aside. His mouth began to water at the mere sight of the boy's nude boy. It always looked so perfect. Untouched and untainted. Making it all the more pleasurable to ruin and tear it up. The devil's hand tightened a bit on Selor's neck, his claws digging into his flesh and into the door his other hand was on. The devil had to pry his attention away from it just to get his pants off, of course tearing them off. It was almost as if he lacked the patience to do it the proper way. Once the final garments were removed, he simply slipped off his shoes, standing before his lover in all his nude glory. It was apparent now that Drake had his spaded tail back, the black appendage sneaking between his legs to tickle at the inner thigh of Selor. "Mmmn... I bet you do..." he purred, running a sharp claw down the boy's neck and chest, all the way to his navel. Suck a wonderful feeling, cutting through flesh. Like ripping the wrapping paper on a Christmas present.


Gods, Selor hadn't heard that laughter in a much longer time frame than he realized. His whole body trembled visibly with erotic energy, heat building and spreading through his veins like a wild fire. Before he knew it, his coat was gone and the large hand was wrapped around his neck, making his breaths quicken. Again, he didn't necessarily need to breath, but the torture, the agony of depriving his lungs of the luxury of oxygen, thrilled him. "U-Uhnn.." he somewhat gagged a little, as the hold on his neck wasn't tight enough to completely cut off blood and air flow, and he shifted, trying to get the claws to tear into his skin. Didn't quite happen. Drake had to rid himself of his pants and shoes, and so Selor slouched more against the door, sucking in every detail of the beautifully sinful body before him and already feeling his undead blood pour into his loins, the organ between his legs stiffening a bit. This flood only increased when something sharp and cold touched against his thigh, and he looked down to see the tail he'd almost forgotten about. "Ohh...I do," he groaned, arching to the knife-like nail that tore easily into his skin like a hot knife into butter, panting heavily as his blood came seeping up from the gaping crevice made in the wake of the nail.


Drake would give Selor that pleasurable pain he desired soon enough. He wanted to maim and wreck the boy just as badly as Selor wanted it. The devil snarled, bringing his mouth to the side of the undead boy's neck, sinking those razor sharp fangs into his flesh, slowly and as deep as they would. Selor's blood had such a unique flavor to it. It was absolutely delicious. His clawing hand ran back up the long cut he had just made, pressing on the wound to expel more of that wondrous red liquid. Drake growled, tugging at the flesh of the undead boy's neck as his spaded tail tore at those loins. He grinded himself against the boy, soon just as hard between the knees as the other male.


"AHH!" Selor screamed when Drake bit into his neck the way he did, his horrifying voice bouncing off the walls and hard surfaces of the worn household in haunting echoes. He brought his hands up to grab at Drake's shoulders, fingers digging harshly into the skin while he breathed raggedly underneath the hand smearing his blood around. The dead teen cried out again when the devil yanked at his flesh, arching and shaking quite a bit once more at the sudden attack to his body. His blood trickled down his form, lubricated the tight space between their bodies that were pressed firmly together, and the boy could hardly keep himself standing, his knees wobbly and quaking with agonizing pleasure.


Drake refrained from tearing the flesh right off, feeling a shudder overcome his body at the sound of the boy crying out. He pried his teeth from Selor's neck, lapping at the boy's chest hungrily. "G-god, I missed that cry..." he purred, gripping the boy's arms as he straightened up, looking his pet in the eye. He dug his sharp claws into that fresh flesh, grinding against him more fiercely. He snarled erotically, kissing the boy roughly, attacking his tongue with his own.


Selor almost expected for the skin to finally give under the pressure and come off into Drake's jaws, but the demon let go before that could happen and a sharp-edged throbbing pulsed throughout the wounded area, making Selor moan heavily. He opened his eyes halfway when Drake spoke, and he smiled his impish smile as they locked eyes. "Make me scream again, master..m-make me cry," he begged, and his wish was half granted with the sinking of Drake's nails into his arms. He groaned again, head lulling backward while his hips pressed and rolled against the movement of his lover's, right before his mouth was seized in the savage kiss that tore somewhat at his lips due to Drake's sharp fangs. He could imagine the coppery taste of his own blood on Drake's tongue, and he eagerly returned this kiss with shameless abandon.


Drake broke the kiss and chuckled darkly, his red eyes sparkling with wicked intent. "As you wish, my pet..." he purred, gripping the boy's arms tightly before pulling him off the wall and slamming him onto the hardwood floor below, pinning his arms above his head and tying them together with his shoe laces. The devil pulled Selor's legs up and around his waist, his claws slicing through the milky white flesh like razor blades, drawing more blood. The smell was getting him more and more excited. It was almost too much to bear. Drake snarled loudly, a wicked smirk appearing on his face before he went down and gave him another beastly kiss, rubbing against his bottom almost teasingly. He wanted to hear him beg for the devil to take him.


When the kiss was broken, a line of saliva tinged with blood dribbled down the side of Selor's lips, down his chin. He let out a loud gasp when he was grabbed and then cried in surprise when he met the hard floor with a loud thump. His head throbbed from the impact, his vision littered with a few white spots but they cleared just as his arms were completely bound. His thighs spread, curled around Drake's hips and scored deeply by the devilish claws that held them. It had only been a few minutes and yet he was already painted with trenches and rivulets of crimson, along with a few small beads of sweat. His breaths were still quick and short, mouth agape right before he was kissed again. Lifting his hips in a desperate attempt to be pierced and pounded by this beautiful beast, Selor whimpered pleadingly in Drake's mouth, begging, groveling, anything to get Drake to make him scream in gory ecstasy. "M-Master," he cried against Drake's lips, "Please!"


That please was all he needed before he finally penetrated the boy, thrusting in his full length until he slammed into the boy's base. The devil let out a fierce cry, throwing his head back like a howling wolf. God, it had been far too long since he had pounded into this boy's tight little bottom. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Drake panted for a few moments before he began bucking his hips, nailing Selor's prostate again and again, his clawed fingers embedded in the boy's thighs up to the first knuckle. His tail whipped about behind him, the house filling with the sounds of his fierce growls and Selor's wonderful cries.


Because there was no lubricant or any preparation of any kind, Drake's large size nearly tore Selor in half with how quick and hard he entered, and the teen threw his head back and shrieked as the inner muscles of his core strained and squeezed tightly around the hard member now embedded in him. Each breath was wracked with suffering and his eyes spilled salty tears, not even able to recover from any of it because Drake began his thrusting. Each withdrawal dulled the stinging burn his muscles endured, but it was only brought back thrice fold when Drake re-entered. Such shocking, great pain! Agony that brought forth the crimson they both loved, it seeping out of Selor's abused and torn sphincter. And yet this delicious discomfort, the distress of having his arms bound above his head...had Selor feeling more alive than ever. The strength he did have was released with each wail he let out as Drake nailed his pearl, and his wrists chaffed and bruised within the shoe strings holding them, blood spurting from nearly all his wounds, mostly on his thighs.


Drake felt that warm liquid pour out onto his hardened member, letting out a loud purr. Those cries of Selor's were so beautiful, like sweet music ringing in his ears. He himself couldn't help but cry out in return. His being more like moans and fierce roars. Drake was more beast than man once he started going. And he didn't plan to stop until he filled Selor with his warm white liquid. The devil slashed the hardwood floor with his sharp tail, sending shards of wood into the air. He leaned down, biting the other side of Selor's throat just as hard as he had the other side earlier. Those fingers dug deeper into the meat of his thighs, drawing more of his precious life blood, a good sized pool forming on the floor beneath them.


Selor's heart pumped and pumped in an attempt to replace the blood that was being lost through the tears and rips in his skin and muscle, only adding to the puddle forming around his body. The sharp, addicting teeth drove into his neck again, though this time they found the large artery and broke into it, causing for copious amounts of the thick, dark red fluid to spurt forth over Drake's mouth and probably his face. "M-Master! Ohh, master!" he shouted hoarsely, twitching and jerking with each motion of Drake's hips. He began to slide a little on the floor because of the momentum and his own body fluids lubricating the wooden surface beneath him.


All this blood, gore and crying just made the process all the more quick for Drake, him finding that he was approaching his climax a lot quicker than usual. And the way Selor called him master was just so perfect. Like ecstasy for his ears. The devil growled viciously, releasing his fangs from the wound and jabbing his pointed tongue into the open flesh, feeling the muscles contract with every movement of the boy's head. His hard thrusting never ceased. In fact, they seemed to be getting harder now that he had been going at it for a bit and had his convenient red lubricant. The devil hissed, pulling his tongue from the wound and looking his pet right in the eye. "Nnn, you-look beautiful-in red-pet." he breathed between pants, Selor's blood dripping off his chin and nose like he had just bathed in it.


Much like Drake, Selor was already near orgasm, and had been holding back since Drake first started pounding his prostate. His cock, untouched as it was, leaked precum all over his abdomen and glistened in the darkness of the room. Selor felt as though his heart would give out at any moment, just like the first time he ever died, though obviously this time he wouldn't be affected by it. He turned his head to allow Drake passage into the gaping bite wound, and then returned it to its place when the wet muscle was removed, gasping for air desperately while staring up at Drake with half lidded, glossy and even somewhat frightened eyes. It was the excited kind of terror displayed in his blue hues, the kind that anticipated a great change, a great climax, which was only a few more thrusts away. "A-Ahh, Mast..master...I'm close!" he cried with a sultry moan, bringing his bound wrists forward to wrap his arms around Drake's neck and he pulled the devil close to lick up the blood soiling his face.


Drake was right behind Selor, he himself having already made quite a mess in his behind. "G-good pet," he purred, smirking as his face was groomed by the boy. He loved the feeling of that wet tongue on his face mixed with the warm, somewhat sticky blood. His hands pryed themselves from the undead boy's thighs, going to assist in bringing that upcoming orgasm by gripping the hard organ and rubbing profusely, blood being the lubricant. His blank canvas had become quite a piece a beautiful art. The devil snarled, his back arching as he thrust that last thrust that pushed him over the edge, his warm fluids filling the boy as he growled, almost purred in satisfaction. Drake hadn't felt this good in so long. Selor was the only thing alive, per say, that could survive what Drake just dished out.


Clenching his teeth as he beared the pain of Drake's fingers leaving from beneath his skin, Selor began to buck his hips into the hands that were determined to pump his seed from him. His licking turned into kissing, and then he let his head fall back again while his climax came upon him. He came with a blood-curdling shriek, legs quivering as they squeezed as tightly as they could around Drake's hips. It was shortly after that, when his inner walls gave a vice grip to Drake's organ, that the devil ejaculated within him, making Selor flinch with satisfaction. He fell limp, panting heavily and bleeding from all the 'love marks' that Drake decorated his skin with. He stared dazedly at the ceiling and then closed his eyes, his body's odd magic already beginning to tingle and prepare for body restoration.


Drake could hardly hold himself up after such a release, his ears ringing from that wonderful cry of Selor's. The devil slowly pulled himself out and flopped over beside him, panting like an animal covered in the blood of its prey. His little pet would soon be healed, a blank canvas for him once again. And so long as Selor kept regenerating, he would keep wrecking his body, bringing the boy the experience of dying all over again while bringing him the ecstasy of orgasm at the same time. The devil chuckled in his breaths, watching the boy heal as he licked his bloodied lips, his own body lacking such quick, restorative powers. "... Such a nice pet... You are..." he breathed, swaying his tail, making little splashes in the pool of blood he was lying in. "... Able to survive such... Intense pain... And be ready for more later...."


Selor could hear his own heartbeat pulse in his ears, its hasty rhythm slowing until it finally stopped. He let out one last breath, skin even more pale than it had been before, if possible, and then he let in a big gasp, eyes opening again. His heart started up again, skin sealing itself, muscles regenerating and new blood flowing through his healed veins. He let out an eased sigh, and a smile curved his lips, his head turning to look at Drake while his old blood darkened and stained the floor. "You're perfect Master...in that only you know my limits this well and do not hesitate to push those limits. So gooood..." he groaned, back arching slightly, eyes closing for a second as if reliving the orgasm he'd just had.


Drake watched the boy take his last breath then his first, and in a matter of moments, he was his blank canvas once again. The devil chuckled, watching and listening to the undead boy, wiping some blood from his eyes. "... Actually, I just do anything to make you cry," he replied with a wicked laugh, lying on his back in Selor's cold blood. "Anything to make you cry, come and bleed." The devil let a purr escape his lips as he relived those wonderful moments, Selor's cries still ringing in his sensitive, pointed ears. "If you ever lost your voice.... I don't know what I'd do. It's like a fucking drug for my ears."


Selor relaxed for a few more minutes and then sat up, somewhat sticky from all the residue of their violent love making. He giggled quietly. "Making me cry is the best part, as virtually nothing can make me do so, usually," he answered, shivering at Drake's laughter. He mused a little on the demon's last statements, then crawled over to the male, looking down at him. "If I ever lost you, I'd be one bored son of a bitch," he retorted in a whisper, and then leaned down to kiss the devil's lips.


Drake didn't seem to mind lying down in a pool full of semen and blood. He quite enjoyed it actually. The devil watched as his little lover moved over him, wrapping his long tail around his ankle like a whip. "That you would," he purred, returning that kiss rather softly compared to the savage ones he dished out before. Once it was broken, Drake sat up, scooping Selor into his bloody arms and heading towards the steps. "I'm feeling rather hungry after such excitement... So, I'm going to wash up and find myself a nice snack." The devil purred, licking his lips as he thought of his meal to come. "You're coming with me so, might as well get clean with me." The raven haired male put little Selor down, heading into the washroom to hose off all the now coagulating blood and semen. It would get itchy after awhile.


End.