Page 35 of Indecent

“Mine,” Daniel snarled, wrapping his fingers around Chaol’s throat and pinning him to the ground with his weight. The flickering fire didn’t burn him; Daniel didn’t want it to.

Chaol’s face darkened with hunger. “Yes, yours. Do you need me now, or can we find somewhere for you to shower and clean up first?”

Daniel whined. The thought of pulling away from Chaol right now was like a shard of ice in his chest. It would hurt; he wouldn’t be able to stand it.

“Fine,” Chaol said, relaxing. He patted Daniel’s hand around his throat. “Do you remember Hell?”

Hell. Darkness and firelight and huddling together in quiet little alcoves with Chaol. Fear and fighting and drowning in black. Chaol’s arms around him, Chaol’s eyes on his, Chaol’s rhythmic wings flapping in the sky. Chaol, Chaol, Chaol. The only thing that mattered.

“Yes. You.”

“I’m flattered, darkling,” Chaol purred. “I hear it can be kind of a shock to return to the surface for the first time after the transformation. The rest will come back to you in time.”

Daniel growled, leaning in to mouth at Chaol’s jaw. He didn’t care about any other memories. Chaol was all that mattered. He wanted to fuck. Needed it. Wanted to make Chaol his.

Chaol chuckled like he could read all Daniel’s sordid thoughts. “I’d like it noted for the record that I’ve been handling this attraction far better than you are now—although, granted, I’ve been a demon for a lot longer.”

Daniel didn’t know exactly what that meant, and he didn’t really care right now. “Want you,” he said. “Right now.”

Chaol’s hands slid under his suit jacket, peeling it down his arms and tossing it away. “Then take me.”

That was all the permission Daniel needed. He sank his teeth into Chaol’s neck, and Chaol’s rapturous moan joined Daniel’s as sweet black blood flooded his mouth. His hips worked mindlessly as he drank, and Chaol’s hands found his hips, guiding him just so until their cocks ground together through cloth and denim. They moaned in tandem, and Daniel raised his head, drawing Chaol into a kiss smeared with blood.

Chaol’s hands snuck between them, loosening first Daniel’s trousers and then his own. Yes, skin. Daniel needed more of it, needed to sheathe himself inside Chaol until they both shook with it. He reached down, yanking Chaol’s jeans to his thighs and urging his knees up.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Chaol said urgently. “I hope you know we’re doing it the other way around next time, though.”

“Yes, fine,” Daniel agreed. He bit deep into Chaol’s thigh, one hand teasing Chaol’s length while he spat blood and saliva into his other palm and coated his cock with it.

Pressing inside Chaol hurt in the best way possible, so tight around his cock that it ached. Chaol whined, pulling him closer, and pain went off like fireworks behind his eyes as he pushed in deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Chaol moaned. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Feels fantastic.”

Yes, yes, it hurt, and when Chaol turned his head and sank sharpened teeth into his bicep, it hurt even more. Pain and pleasure mingled, shooting like fireworks in his mind. This wasn’t like the pain he felt as a human. Daniel collapsed to his elbows, bending Chaol almost in half, and bit into his chest as he stubbornly worked his hips in and out, working up a punishing rhythm until Chaol had to let go of his arm to scream, his mouth smeared with Daniel’s black blood.

It was perfect, their bodies rocking as they licked and kissed and bit, tasting and learning each other in all the most intimate of ways. The pain faded, leaving only molten pleasure behind. Daniel never wanted it to end. He could keep Chaol like this for hours, opened up on his cock and begging for mercy and more in the same breath. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

Sharp claws pricked at his back as Chaol neared the end, the color leaching from his skin like he was having trouble holding back his transformation. His wings didn’t appear—which was a shame, really, because Daniel would like to fuck him while they were out sometime. Chaol’s spine arched, and he came with an explosive scream, thighs quivering between them. His hole fluttered around Daniel’s cock, as though trying to pull him in deeper, and with a shudder, Daniel spilled inside him, slipping an arm under Chaol’s head and using the other to tangle their fingers together.

Neither of them moved until their bodies stopped shuddering. Daniel was content with his nose buried in Chaol’s neck, breathing the concentrated scent of brimstone, blood, and skin.

Finally, Chaol broke the silence, sweeping his free hand up and down Daniel’s flank. “How are you feeling now, darkling?”

Daniel raised his head, but before he could speak, movement amongst the headstones caught his eye.

Demons hovered around them, hiding in the shadows. Chaol followed his gaze, arching his neck to look. In a past life, they would have made him uncomfortable, even afraid. Now, he barely noticed them. They couldn’t harm him even if they wanted to, but they weren’t here for violence. This was curiosity.

“Beat it,” Chaol snapped, and the demons scattered. “Don’t worry, they were just curious. Drawn by the burst of power that came from the gate opening and a new demon landing on Earth. Harbingers are kind of a big deal.”

Daniel frowned. “How far would that kind of burst be felt?” They’d been in danger. He remembered that.

Chaol shrugged. “Depends on the gate—and the demon coming through it.”

There were many demons in the area. Daniel knew it just as surely as he’d known he was buried six feet deep. Protectiveness streaked through him, and he gently pulled out of Chaol, who groaned at the loss. He helped Chaol pull his jeans up before he handled his own, hellfire flickering behind his ribcage. He knew, somehow, that they wouldn’t be alone for long.

“We need to—find somewhere to clean up,” Chaol said, taking his hands and hauling him to his feet.

The Rink. The thought came to him automatically, along with flashes of memory. A shining, mirrored disco ball. The scent of coffee. Smiles and laughter. It was a safe place, and he had allies there. Friends. He’d been… desperate to get back to them.