He hadn't known what to expect from the Squid's heir. He'd expected an ugly snob, much like his father, with a horrible personality and a broody attitude.
He had by no means expected a hyperactive beauty. Yes, beauty. The thought of the Squid's heir being completely and utterly beautiful had never even crossed Deadlox's mind. But, here the heir was; messy brown hair, looking softer than silk with lightly tanned skin. He was short by demon standards though probably tall by human standards.
Most demons stood at 6ft and Deadlox himself stood at 6"4, probably reaching 5"8.
The supposed heir's eyes were obscured by a pair of dark sunglasses and a frown was set upon soft looking lips. He wore plain clothing; a black t-shirt and grey jeans with sneakers, something Deadlox had never seen on a royal.
He was skinny, lanky with not much muscle but with a large amount of hidden strength. Around his neck was a golden chain, a purple amethyst hanging from the chain and covering each of his hands were a pair of black leather gloves.
"There! Here's my heir, call your army off and let me leave!" The Squid demanded, ignoring how his own son glared heatedly at his person. Deadlox barely paid him any mind, waving the Squid and his guards away.
Once they had left, Deadlox slowly rose from his chair, eyes set on the younger male. He didn't seem at all like he was related to the Squid and Deadlox questioned if this man was even the heir. Truthfully, he couldn't care less. This, he sniffed the air questioningly, human was far more beautiful than the Squid's heir would ever be.
He took long strides to the smaller male, a predatory grin on his face at the way the younger male shrunk back but tried to cover it up with a brave facade.
"Are you the Squid's heir?" Deadlox questioned, voice deep and husky, amused in the shivers that visibly shook the shorter male.
"No. I'm the step son of his most recent wife. I'm not a disgusting squid, I'm human," Deadlox delighted in his blatant hatred of squids.
"That's good. You're far more beautiful than the Squid's heir," Deadox said offhandedly, running a hand through his hair as an evil grin slid its way into his face as a light blush found its way onto the shorter males face. The younger of the two stuttered for a second before looking away.
"You're stepfather sold you to me as a slave, you know that?" Deadlox questioned thoughtfully, hands held loosely behind his back as he circled his new slave. The younger's blush immediately disappeared as he gave a small nod, eyes firmly set on the floor.
Deadlox stepped in front of his new slave, a sly grin on his face as he placed a strong hand underneath the other's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"What's your name?" Deadlox questioned, leaning down so that their noses almost brushed.
"Sky, my name is Sky," the newly named Sky whispered almost inaudibly, sealing his fate as Deadlox's eyes lit up.
"Most call me King, your Majesty, Sir. But, Sky, I'll have you call me Deadlox," he said wrapping an arm around the others waist, pulling him tight against his own person, eliciting a gasp from the shorter male as he continued, "say my name. Say it, I want to hear you say me name," Deadlox ordered, tightening his grip on the others chin, careful not to break skin with his claws.
"Deadlox…." The words were were barely above a whisper, soft and with a melodic tone to them, but, they did wonders to Deadlox. His mind shut down for a full minute as he registered the sound of Sky's voice saying his name in such a submissive way.
"Say it again," he demanded urgently, almost feverishly, his wings twitching from their furled position.
"Deadlox." His name was said fiercer this time, with a hint of defiance. Deadlox felt chill run up his spine, goosebumps spreading across his skin.
"Notch. I've known you for ten minutes and you already affect me so strongly," Deadlox muttered darkly, eyes lidded as he brushed his lips against the younger males, a deadly grin spreading across his face at the gasp he received with his motions.
He took full advantage of Sky's gasp as he pressed fully against the younger's lips, sneaking his tongue between parted lips.
The bite to his tongue both angered him and turned him on. He was shoved away, Sky furiously blushing as he panted fiercely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he glared at Deadlox who had gone silent.
Blood trickled down the King's chin, dripping onto his dress shirt and onto the floor. His eyes were unreadable and he stood still as stone, his tongue stinging.
In a matter of seconds, Sky found himself pressed against the wall, large holes on either side of his face where Deadlox's fists had made contact. Sky quivered as he stared at Deadlox in front of him, his face was down with his hair falling in a curtain around his face.
"Don't. If-if you were anybody else," Deadlox paused, lifting his eyes and leaning in close to Sky, stopping so his hot breath was right against Sky's ear, "I'd've killed you."
Pulling away, Deadlox ignored how Sky slid down the wall in fear and instead focused on leaving the palace to vent, stopping a servant on his way out with more force than necessary, ordering her to bring Sky to his chambers.
Stepping outside and into his personal training ground, he ripped off his cloak, boots and shirt, ripping the ends of his dress pants as he let his wings unfurl. A growl left his throat as he ferociously slashed at the boulders in the room, turning them into dust in mere seconds, his claws being the main weapon to do this.
Huffing, he flapped his wings, flying high above the palace, barely registering when rain began pouring down in waves, soaking him instantly.
He blew off steam by flying laps around the kingdom until his wings ached and his throat burned from shouting above the wind in anger. He was wet and far colder than he ever remembered being before he headed back towards the palace.
He didn't even remember why he was so mad. He suppressed his anger so much the dam broke when Sky had openly defied him. He couldn't remember a time where he had been defied something he wanted, not since becoming King. He always got what he wanted, why was it that Sky was so hard to obtain? The one thing he wanted was the one thing that he couldn't seem to achieve.
Sweating and covered in scratches, Deadlox landed on his balcony, panting in exhaustion. His wings drooped, to tired to even furl them again as he felt the tips of his wings drag against the floor. He shivered, the rain still pouring down on him, his hair plaster to he forehead and he was grateful his headphones were waterproof and hasn't slipped off during his vent flight.
He trembled with each step and, at last, slumped forward before reaching the door, huffing angrily as he allowed himself to fall forward onto the stone ground. It was too cold and wet and he was too tired to deal with all this bullshit.