Desire and Despair

Chapter 2: Dance

The electricity is down throughout the whole city, I easily light candles around my house even though I can see perfectly fine without them. My hand glides over my velvet couch as I watch the flames of my fireplace dance. The warmth sifts the air around me as I lazily dance around the candles on the wood floor. The slow music plays in my head as my arms move with the invisible stings of the cello. The smell of burning wood couldn't mask the stench of sorrow alerted me to his presence.

"If you are going to watch, you might as well participate," I say as I catch a glance at the figure standing in the shadows.

"You honestly think I can dance," he chuckles in Stiles' voice as he steps over on of my many candles.

I can feel him getting stronger but Stiles is not weak.

Against the supernatural, yes.

Against everything else, no.

Even the smell of his arousal isn't weak so I still know he is not completely lost.

"Not you, fox. Stiles," I reply walking towards him and grabbing his cold hand bringing him closer to me.

Willingly he doesn't resist and follows without stepping on a candle. His body hovers mine, watching my eyes as I stare in his. I can feel Stiles silently calling for me but the fox tries to push him down. My touch alone can't bring him back.

Randomly the stereo system upstairs plays a slow Latin music filling the house with the cords of the guitar. My hand traces the teen's wrist all the way to his bicep, my nail following his veins. It rests on his firm shoulder as my hips moves to the beat in a slow sway.

I can sense confusion in the fox as I slowly move my feet to the song, urging him to get loose. If he is too busy focusing on the steps maybe Stiles can break free. Hopefully a seductress can fool a trickster.

Stepping up the speed, I twirl around and brush my hips to his. A low growl escapes his lips as he pulls me tightly to him with his hands on my waist. His erection rubs against my lower back as we move to the music.

"Seducing me will get you nowhere, Raquel," he replies rubbing my side with callous fingers.

"I wasn't even trying," I laugh as I move my hips deeper into his.

A hissing noise in my ears gives me my next move to go to step two.

Swiftly I turn around and push myself to his lips. His cold lips move with mine as his fingers hold in my hair tightly. My hands tangle themselves in his soft brown hair, twirling strands in my slender fingers. A shuffled moan is released as he pushes me to the couch. As he piers above me I can feel him trying to undress me mentally and physically with his eyes. My heavy panting blends in with the music as my fingers try to rip off his shirt.

The demon chuckles darkly as he lifts his shirt above his head revealing his pale lean chest. Since I have known the real Stiles, I never took him as the type of guy who would have abs but here they are. Six of them, even his pecks are defined. Where has this Stiles been lately?

I can feel my mouthwatering as my core purrs in excitement. An amused smirk on the demon's face breaks me out of my fantasy, momentarily. Speedily I grab him from his shirt and put him under me. His shocked expression makes me been in satisfaction before I press my lips with his again.

When I first meet the goofball I imagine he would taste like mint and curly fries, but I am disappointed. He tastes of nothing appealing at all, only of rage and frustration. This is how the demon feeds, chaos, hatred and sadness. Every mystical creature feeds on something; I am in no position to judge.

My fingers trace his stomach as his rips my short t-shirt off my mocha skin leaving me with nothing on. I moan as his fingers run over my hard nipples as I sit on his waist.

"Beautiful creature you are, Raquel. How does someone like Stiles resist touching you," the Nogitsune asks.

Instead of answering I roll my hips against his as his hands palm my breasts.

"How does anyone," I mutter feeling myself lose control.

My eyes widen as his tongue twirls around my nipple, sending shockwaves down my spine. I try to separate my desire for Stiles against my goal to distract the fox that possesses him. I pull him closer to my chest, sinking my nails to his scalp as he sits up in the couch. The warm forecast of the candles and fireplace shadows us as he pleasures me.

"Don't stop, don't stop," I whisper as I hear him unzip his trousers.

I lift my body from his as he quickly pulls his pants and boxers off in one sweep. Before we can continue I duck as something tries to slice me in two. I tremble off to the floor landing on my knees ready for another attack.

Shadow figures with masks and swords.

Oni.

Three of them.

How can I not sense them, I could have died if I wasn't so distracted. The trickster fox disappeared taking my ripped shirt with him, I am not even surprised.

Before I can run or fight one of the Oni grabs me by the neck flashing his yellow eyes. My body becomes paralyzed as he stares deeply into my soul; searching, wondering into the dark corners on my mind. It felt like hours until he releases me dropping me to the floor as if I am a rag doll. He drained me, my body still from shock as my vision fades in and out. I'm no match for them; even now I can bounce back to recovery. The only thing I see is one flickering candle next to me before I slip into total darkness.