I love him…really I do.

I love him the way a predator loves its prey, as he prefers pain over pleasure, an absolutely delightful trait. To feel him writhing in my arms, tears streaming down his beautiful face, overwhelmed by being taken by one he could never bring himself to love.

Even though he may have demonic blood, he is still human enough to feel me touching him, to feel me inside his warm soft body, his muscles tightening around me with each hard thrust that is driving him towards the edge. I am happy to say that I was the man who was given the gift to taste what has never been tasted before.

My dear sweet Nero…

He is so petite in comparison to my grand stature; naked and vulnerable, while I remained fully clothed, my trousers pushed down just enough for me to impale him. He is on his back, facing me, his trembling legs spread wide. I smile impishly as I brush my fingers through those mercury locks, massaging his scalp as I leaned into the crook of his neck and breathed in his candied scent. I get a muffled whimper as he tried to pull away, but I had a nice grip and managed to keep him in place.

Before all this began I had tied some cloth around his mouth to keep him from making too much noise, screaming and yelling would ruin the mood for me. I also have never cared much for flailing either, and had tied his wrists together as well…

His hands clasped together as if in prayer, powder blue eyes shut tight, I can almost laugh at the irony. A demon praying to a god for deliverance from another. Saliva dripped down his chin from attempting to speak but being unable to do so, his skin rosy and flushed from my lustful actions, his bare shoulders trembling violently from suppressed sobs. I grinned as I heard his breathing deepening, pleasure building in places he never thought was possible.

Needless to say I continue my assault, my breathing becoming uneven as I treaded on enchanted ground, my heart beating out of rhythm. My calm composure shatters as I throw my head back with a strangled yell, releasing my seed inside of him.

I closed my eyes as I heard him moan, felt him squirm, clenching his hands into tight fists as my warmth enveloped him completely, that devils arm casting off a radiant blue hue. I unthreaded my fingers from his mercury tresses, massaging his scalp lightly before pulling my hand away.

He lay motionless after a few moments, his ragged breathing the only indication that he is still alive. He whimpered in pain as I pulled myself out of him, his blood and my semen staining the sheets with droplets of red and white. I smirked as I shook myself off before pulling my trousers up.

The boy turned his head to the side to get a better view of me as I gently leaned down and planted a kiss on the side of his neck, causing him to shudder and flinch at the unwanted contact.

His sterling hair strewn across his prepossessing face like some seductive Narcissus, I smiled as I untied the cloth from around his mouth, flinging the fabric to the side before doing the same to the bindings around his wrists.

I watched as he refused to move from his place on the bed, his arms lying limply next to his body like a broken doll, his legs trembling uncontrollably, saliva dripping down his chin. He looked up at me with such malice and actual hate that, had I been any other man, I would've wilted under his gaze.

But no, I simply smile and cross my arms firmly over my chest, content with what I had just done. He looked up at me, still glowering as he wrapped his arms around his trembling shoulders, tears of rage streaming down his cheeks. He hated me, that much I knew from his body language, he didn't have to say a word, his expression alone told me everything I needed to know.

I brought my hand out to brush some of his hair out of his eyes, but he swatted it away with his demon arm, those eyes locked onto mine, teeth gnashed together. "Don't you fucking touch me!" He snarled at me through clenched teeth, his voice broken and high-pitched. He wiped his eyes with his shaking fist, but still more tears fell. He looked so small lying there, then again, I was twice as big as he was…

Hell, I might as well have fucked a child.

I snatch him by his devils wrist and he panics, sobbing as he beats my chest with ineffective blows as I pull him into a tight embrace, pressing my mouth against his forehead, shushing his sobs the way a parent would comfort their crying child. He pushes vainly against my chest to get away, but due to either exhaustion or my assault or both, he stops, his hands falling to his sides as he lies almost limply in my arms, and cries. I smile as I lick my lips with my tongue.

Battered and broken, he burrows his face in my chest and cries, because even though I was the one to cause him so much pain, I'm the only person in the world he can run to for compassion. I plant a tender kiss on his forehead, and he in turn bites my chest, his hands clutching at my shirt to keep from trembling. "Shhhhhhh…it's okay." I coo as I breathe in the scent of his skin, stroking his head softly. He continues shaking as he lays his head against my chest, letting out a trembling breath, not saying a word.

How long we remained in that position I'll never know, it wasn't until I unraveled myself from our embrace did he manage to dry his tears. I got up off the bed and stepped back to get a better look at him.

He kept his head down, silver locks falling across his bloodshot eyes as he crossed his legs in an attempt to cover his private places. I couldn't help but smile, for I had done this more than once and yet he still felt self-conscious about his lovely little body. I let out a soft sigh as I slowly strip my black long-coat from my shoulders and handed it to the shivering boy who hesitated before taking it between his shaking fingers.

I turn to leave as he wrapped it around his naked body as a makeshift blanket. Out of the corner of my eye I see him snuggling into it for warmth, and I couldn't help but smile as I walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and my deeds. As I walked out the door I remember hearing a very soft sob followed by a very faint whisper I'm sure he had not meant for me to hear.

"Dan…te…"