A/N – Short Radu x Dietrich, written spur of the moment. Not much plot, not much to say about it. The words of the devil? Not counting author notes and such, this fic is six hundred and sixty six words. Nine is also considered the devil's number, because of how it is mathematically involved with 666, so that comes into play here as well.
PG13 for implications.
Devil's Nine Words
By PikaCheeka
I felt him pull my hair from behind, but all I could do was bite my lip in irritation. I had a bad feeling about today. I did not know why, exactly, but Dietrich was making me more nervous than usual. I remembered absently when I had first been initiated into the Orden, and he had loudly demanded of the Magier to let me be his subordinate. And the magus must have gone to the Herr, because the next day Dietrich sidled into my room and whispered that I was his. Everything had gone to hell after that. It wasn't that he was cruel to me, which he was, but it was that he was too personal. He had found out about Ion almost immediately, though to this day I don't know how, and he won't let me alone about the matter.
"Tsk," he said softly after a moment, coming around to face me. I couldn't help but notice his outfit. He still had his bulletproof vest on over his tight bodysuit that showed far too much of his lean, hard body. And he was too close to me.
I started to step back, but he caught my arm.
"You're no fun today." He smiled wickedly and suddenly grabbed me by the tie and pulled me down to his level. He wasn't that much shorter than me, but it still hurt.
"I have work to do," I said tightly, trying not to look into his eyes. They never failed to suck me in. He was beautiful, even if he was only a Terran.
"I didn't assign you anything."
"In case you forgot, I have another boss above you." He hated being reminded that he was only third in officer rank.
But he didn't react as expected him to. Before I could even think, he had forced his tongue into my open mouth. And I felt his strings tugging at my arms. I knew what he wanted, and I did not want him to control me, make me feel as if I had to do it. I didn't hesitate; I wrapped my arms around his body and pressed him to me. He moaned low in his throat and ground his hips against mine; when I slowly ran a hand over his ass he finally broke the kiss. "You're learning," he whispered, resting his head on my shoulder and touching his fingers to my mouth.
I knew exactly what he was speaking of, and I frowned. I could still taste him on my tongue, still feel his thigh rubbing uncomfortably against my crotch. I did not want to give in to him. Not again. Because last time… I pushed him back and he snarled in indignation.
"Radu Barvon!"
"I do not believe this is what the Herr intended when he ordered me to work under you," I said tightly, lowering my eyes again. His were bright, and hurt, which frightened me. I did not want there to be any emotional attachment, because he sickened me. He was not Ion. He was nothing like Ion. He was rude, cruel and conniving. I had seen him kill others for no apparent reason, seen him calmly study the bodies and cut them open and play with them. There was something wrong with him. Yet when he pulled his seduction attempts, which more often than not worked, he was submissive in bed. He allowed me to enter him, despite the pain I knew it caused him. He became childish, almost pathetic and needy. And I also knew that as time went on, what I felt for him was increasingly moving away from mere pity.
He pushed against me again then, suddenly, rudely, his eyelashes brushing my cheek and his arms going around my neck. "But you don't love him like you love me."
I could not answer, could only stand there in shock as he nonchalantly voiced the words I had dreaded to let myself hear. The nine words of the devil.