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It was Saturday night. Usually, Ijekiel would finish his work at five and go to bed by seven.
Lucas frowned. It's been past eight, and he's been waiting on Ijekiel's bed since six. Lucas tapped the bed with his fingers mindlessly, despite hearing no noise from the softness of the mattress.
He's late.
He was never late. He should have arrived an hour ago. They should have been in each other's arms by now, fucking like rabbits. Lucas did not like waiting. Was Ijekiel avoiding him?
The thought displeased him. It made him anxious. Was Ijekiel tired of him? Was he no longer good enough for him? That can't be, right? He promised. He promised and told Lucas he was the only one.
He was supposed to be the only one.
The anxiousness inside him grew. He was itching to search for Ijekiel, to find out whether or not he was doing something Lucas would hate more than anything. He felt like screaming but restrained himself. He knew how much Ijekiel hated it when people were shouting.
His hands clenched into fists as he sat, and he took deep breaths. The last thing he needed was to lose control over his emotions because of his need to feel better about himself. Ijekiel would not like that. If he did something Ijekiel didn't like, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Ijekiel would leave him. And he'd be left all alone again. He didn't want that. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave dontleavedontleavedontleavedontleave.
Ah. He didn't realise he was biting his lip. He could taste blood.
Lucas sighed, letting himself plop on the bed. Ijekiel should be here soon, right? He wouldn't leave him without saying anything. Something must have been holding him back. Lucas wanted to destroy that something. How dare whatever it is hold him back from going to Lucas? The thought made him want to make everything disappear.
The door creaked open. Lucas sat up. Ijekiel was standing there, looking like he didn't expect to see Lucas in his room — which was absurd. He should know that Lucas would pass by every night just to see him. When did he ever not go to him, begging like a lost dog in search of its master?
"Lucas." Ijekiel smiled, almost looking relieved. "I didn't think you'd still be here." He said, walking towards his closet and opening it to look for something new to wear. He slipped his coat off. Lucas watched him.
Something was off. His usually neat hair was slightly more dishevelled, his lips looked like they were swollen, and there was a foreign scent Lucas had never smelled before hanging around him. Ijekiel took off his shirt revealing a fresh mark on his neck.
Lucas froze.
A hickey. A fucking hickey.
Something inside him snapped.
Lucas walked towards Ijekiel. He grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around to face him directly. He could barely mask the anger on his face. He felt like killing someone. His red eyes glowed bright as a dark shadow masked his face.
Even in this situation, Ijekiel had the audacity to look clueless with his angelic smile that Lucas had loved so, so much. "What's wrong?" He asked, putting a palm to cup Lucas's face. His touch felt comforting, but it did nothing to subside Lucas's anger.
"Who was it." It came out more of a demand than a question.
Lucas saw red as he saw Ijekiel's lips slightly curved into a smirk. Ah. Of course. He was toying with him again. And just like usual, Lucas played with him. "Would you like to know?"
"....No." Lucas whispered, eyes glowing dangerously as he looked at Ijekiel. "I'll just kill everyone who has the same scent that rubbed off on you."
He felt him shiver, his pale skin slightly flushing pink. Lucas looked down on the hickey someone dared to put on him, and he felt his anger come back. No one was allowed to touch Ijekiel but him. He was the only one supposed to be allowed to leave marks on him. He took a breath. First, he needed to do something about the mark.
Without wasting time, Lucas put his lip on the same exact place the mark was, kissed it thoroughly, leaving a lingering feeling of sweet lips all over Ijekiel's neck. He sucked on the hickey, nibbling and biting it as he heard Ijekiel's moans.
He moaned like this with someone who wasn't Lucas touching him.
Lucas gritted his teeth, moving his mouth all over his neck all the way to his collarbone to suck on. His lips grazed over Ijekiel's skin, wetting it as he marked him as his. "If these marks start to fade, I will put them back again and again and again." He lifted his head from Ijekiel's neck to meet his eyes, "So people will know you're mine. And if somebody touches you again, I will rip them to shreds while you watch. I will take off their heart and place it on your hands. Their blood will forever stain you to serve as a reminder that it was your fault. They will die because of you." He felt Ijekiel shiver as Lucas went back to biting all over his neck. A few times, he'd bite too hard and cause his neck to bleed.
"Lucas." He heard Ijekiel say between his moans. He ignored him. "Lucas." This one came out more of a hiss. Lucas didn't stop. Then Ijekiel pulled his head away using his hair, and the taste of Ijekiel's skin on his mouth slowly started to fade. It only wanted to make him taste more.
"Listen to me when I call you." Ijekiel's voice was impatient and pissed, making Lucas shiver from the coldness of his tone and the glare that he gave off with his golden eyes. Ijekiel pulled his hair more, and Lucas involuntarily released a moan. "Understand?"
Lucas couldn't help but stare at him incredulously. Why was he the one who was mad? It should be Lucas. Lucas was the only one who had the right to command. He glared. "No."
He didn't wait for Ijekiel's response as he locked their lips, kissing him roughly. Lucas bit Ijekiel's lip as he pushed him onto the bed, stumbling slightly on the way. He moved his head, licking Ijekiel's lips and sucking it roughly. Ijekiel gasped as the kiss devolved further, his fingers curling into Lucas's hair.
Lucas pulled apart, his red eyes dark as he stared at the man underneath him, sweat dripping from his forehead, lips almost as red as a strawberry, eyes brimming with tears, hair sticking on his face. Even disheveled, he still managed to look like the most beautiful man alive. Lucas wondered if other people besides himself had seen such a rare sight.
"Lucas...."
His own name. Hearing his own name made Lucas feel like he'd lost all rationality. He unbuckled Ijekiel's belt almost immediately, ripping open the buttons with his teeth then unzipping his pants. He pushed the trousers to his knees and slid out Ijekiel's underwear, his dick popping up as if it couldn't wait any longer, twitching in anticipation.
Lucas glanced at the other man before removing his own pants and throwing it somewhere in the room. He lifted his ass near Ijekiel's dick, preparing to put it in, but Ijekiel protested. "You're not loose yet."
Lucas's eyes met his again, and he bit his lip in frustration. "I don't care." He said, before straddling Ijekiel as he aligned his ass in the perfect position to be entered. Slowly, Lucas lowered his hips, feeling the tip of Ijekiel's dick enter.
"Fuck." He shut his eyes, feeling chills all over him as he let go of his weight and let himself fall, Ijekiel's dick filling him up almost immediately, making him gasp as he gripped on Ijekiel's stomach for support. His legs felt like jelly as he trembled slightly. He'd never been this deep before. It felt as if he was completely filled up, and the sensation was almost made him go over the edge.
He felt Ijekiel move, and Lucas's eyes opened to glare at him. "Don't. Touch me." He hissed, and Ijekiel's eyes twitched in displeasure.
Oh.
What if Ijekiel gets tired of him because Lucas wasn't doing what he wanted? What if Ijekiel leaves him because of this? Was he being too pushy? Forceful? What if Ijekiel leaves him? No. He can't leave him. Not after everything. If Ijekiel leaves him, he'd die. He can't leave. He can't leave. He can't leave. He can't—
"Lucas." He heard Ijekiel's voice call out to him, eyes filled with concern as he stared at his lover. His expression softened when Lucas snapped out, and a small breath of relief escaped him. "I won't touch you. Don't worry too much. Keep going." He said gently, encouraging. "It saddens me that you're getting distracted when you're with me."
Lucas paused, staring at the man beneath him. Tears threatened to escape his eyes. Ah. He could never really hate this man, could he?
He decided to fully keep his mind where he was at and slowly started to move his hips, thrusting himself against Ijekiel's dick as he bounced in and out of him. Lucas repressed his moans, eyes focused on Ijekiel as he clutched on the mattress for dear life, whimpering in pleasure. He could feel him unconsciously moving his hips forward to thrust into Lucas deeper until he hit a spot. The two moans that were trapped in his throat escaped him as he felt his balls tighten as his hips rocked back and forth against Ijekiel's cock.
His hands curled into fists on the bedsheets as he began to shake as Ijekiel kept hitting the spot.
His whole body shook with each stroke, and he clenched his teeth together in an attempt to stop his moaning.
He opened his tear stained eyes to look down on his partner, whose face was crunched up full of sweat as he completely let himself feel Lucas's insides. He looked beautiful. So beautiful, it made Lucas hate him.
His red eyes moved down to his neck. His pale, smooth neck now covered with marks Lucas had him leading all the way to his shoulders, collarbone and chest.
His beautiful, lovely neck. Lucas wondered if he'd be able to snap it in half as his hands unconsciously reached around it gently. It wasn't strong enough to leave marks. Not yet.
Ijekiel opened his eyes to look at him, the tears now reaching Lucas's hand as his fingers wrapped around his neck. He only stared at him, almost curiously. He was anticipating something.
Lucas gritted his teeth. "I hate you."
He didn't forget to keep bouncing up and down, still feeling the pleasure all over his body. The moans Ijekiel released made him want to tighten his grip on his neck. Which he did.
"How could you?" Lucas didn't expect his own voice to crack. "Thinking about you doing this to someone else, it pains me. How could you hurt me like this?"
Tears he didn't expect to come out had started to flow. "If you don't stay with only me, then I'll force you to. I'd rather you leave having me for the last time than anything else." He was certain the grip he had on Ijekiel's neck was hard enough to leave a bruise.
Ijekiel's golden eyes stared directly at him, and suddenly, he felt his hand cup his face. Unconsciously, Lucas leaned into his touch, the grip on Ijekiel's neck loosening.
"...I'm sorry." His voice sounded gravelly, his golden eyes glassy as he stared at his lover full of what Lucas could only assume was regret. "Please forgive me. They tempted me."
Lucas froze.
"I couldn't refuse, but that's no excuse. I'm sorry I was too weak that I got tempted."
Ijekiel was crying.
Silence.
With a blank face, Lucas uttered; "I'm going to fucking kill them."
"Not now." Ijekiel said, arms wrapping around Lucas's neck as he pulled him closer. He sniffed. "Let's finish this first, okay?"
Lucas softened, despite the deep, burning rage inside him. He kissed Ijekiel's tears away gently, trying to comfort him as much as he could. Of course it wasn't Ijekiel's fault. Lucas should've known that those people drove him into their dirty little webs and forcefully laid their hands on him. Just the thought of it alone made Lucas twitch with hunger to kill each and every single one of them. How dare they mess with Ijekiel.
"Okay," Lucas kissed Ijekiel's lips softly, "Let's continue where we left off."
Without warning, Ijekiel immediately thrusted inside Lucas, making him audiply gasp in surprise.
Lucas closed his eyes tightly and continued to bounce along to Ijekiel's thrusts, biting his lip to keep himself quiet as he tried his best not to moan loudly at the feeling of Ijekiel's dick filling him so perfectly. Ah. He missed this. He so badly missed Ijekiel taking charge.
"Fuck, Kiel..." Lucas moaned, head falling onto Ijekiel's neck as his body shook uncontrollably under Ijekiel's. Ijekiel's mouth moved against his neck, sucking on his skin as his strokes got faster, harder, deeper. Lucas could swear the sound of his cock rubbing against his prostate was driving him insane. "Fucking fuck...." He panted in between Ijekiel's thrust.
Ijekiel's movements became erratic as he began to buck against Lucas wildly, letting out sounds that would make even the loudest of men jealous of his stamina. He let out a loud groan and buried his fingers in Lucas's hair, pulling harshly at his scalp as he pounded into him with more vigor and passion.
Lucas gasped, eyes wide open and his entire body trembling as he came all over his and Ijekiel's chests. He could feel Ijekiel's dick throbbing inside him, and he let out a small cry of pleasure as he came once more. Ijekiel seemed to growl when he tasted Lucas's cum all over his chin, causing Lucas to shiver.
His golden eyes seemed to glow under the shadow of his bangs as he grinned, "Let's go for another round."
-o-o-o-
The magician stepped out of the door, leaving a trail of blood in his footsteps. He turned around, glancing at the burning Manor as he listened to the people screaming in panic from inside, calling their now dead young mistress' name.
He watched in absolute apathy, red eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dark observing the servants' reactions. He hoped this wouldn't reach the duke's ears.
He looked down on his blood stained hands, disgusted at the smell and the hideous look it left on the gloves his beloved had given him. Hm, perhaps he could tell him he lost them. Surely he'd give him another pair?
A smile curved his lips as he thought of him. He couldn't wait to see Ijekiel again. Just thirty more of those bastards who wore the same scent, and he'd back on his side in no time.
Meanwhile, under the starry stars and the watching eye of the moon, golden eyes which observed the whole thing unfold before him shined even in the dark, a devilishly amused grin spread across his handsome face.
This night too, his beloved looked the most wonderful killing off the young mistress of the now fallen Manor. He couldn't wait to see him slaughter the others.
The duke hummed, turning around into the darkness with an eariness not even the most dangerous of all can sense, especially when it's hiding inside the skin of such a beautiful man.
His eyes twinkled in the dark, and he laughed softly to himself. What a wonderful game they are playing.