Yay! Part Three! Sorry it took so long guys. But I have a few things to tell you. So, I might not be writing as much on here anymore. Yes, I am going to finish 30 Shades and I'm not completely quitting fanfiction, but there are some other things taking up my time. Mainly, school. Plus, a lot of my writing is now focused on my own book :)
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-PART THREE-
Minho's jaw dropped when he emerged from the car in the driveway of Newt's home. It was incredible, with tall white walls and pillars to support the roof of the wide porch. The deep velvet of the night sky and the surrounding trees gave a great backdrop. Minho's shoes barely made a sound on the black pavement of the drive leading up to that sprawling porch. He could sense Newt behind him, the engine of the car dying away and that charge of electricity dancing into Minho's nerves. He climbed up the ivory stone steps onto the porch and waited for Newt.
"This is where you live?" he asked, gazing at the double ebony doors, a stark contrast with the rest of the pure white.
"Yes." Newt appeared next to him, silent as a ghost. His lips twisted upward wryly. "Why? Is it so hard to believe that I'd like a home in the human world?"
"No, I mean, don't you live in...Hell, normally?"
"Sometimes, I stay there with the others," Newt replied, shrugging. "Sometimes I'd like to live without the creatures of Hell around me, wreaking havoc."
Minho narrowed his eyes. "Don't you like to cause trouble too, if you're a demon?"
"Yes, but I'd prefer to cause it under my own roof," Newt answered in a silken tone. Moving up against Minho's side, he slipped an arm around the human's waist. "With the person of my choice," he added.
Newt tilted his chin up, reaching for a kiss, and Minho's lashes drooped. "Newt," he murmured, and then Newt's lips were on his. It was slow, at first, Newt's breaths quiet against Minho's. Minho's hands wandered up on their own and cradled the back of Newt's neck. The golden hair there was feathery to the touch and he couldn't resist tugging lightly at it once. Newt grabbed the front of his jacket and the kiss started to become heated. Newt's fangs grazed his lips, parting them, and Minho whimpered at the dark taste of Newt. Raking his fingers through Newt's hair, he hauled the demon closer. Growling, Newt planted a hand at the back of Minho's head and dragged him toward the front door.
They collapsed against it, Newt's back on the dark wood. The blonde hooked a leg around Minho's as he fumbled with the doorknob. Minho felt Newt's knee move, slipping from around his and sneaking up between his legs. Gasping, he broke the kiss and took a swift step back. With rumpled hair and a puzzled expression, Newt remained against the door. He looked lethally tempting. "I just..." Minho trailed off.
Newt's fingers paused on the doorknob. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No," Minho answered too-quickly and blushed at Newt's knowing expression. "Um. I just don't want to...start this out here." Toeing the porch in a shy manner, he asked, "can we go inside?"
Newt's mouth turned up at one side. "Oh, is my little human turning coy on me tonight?" he asked. At Minho's deepening blush, the blonde turned the doorknob with a flick of his wrist. "Don't worry, love. Innocence suits you, but only for now." With a light push against the door, the lavish interior of Newt's home opened up. "Humans first," Newt offered, stepping aside.
Minho passed Newt over the threshold and into what appeared to be a hallway of water. The floor beneath was snowy stone, pure and pristine, but the walls were all glass. Through them, he could see dark waters churning and the darting of fish. They were all of the same species and they were beautiful. He admired them in fascination as Newt closed the door with a click. "Where did you get these?" he asked.
"I'm a being from another world, Minho," Newt replied, approaching the glass and tapping a claw against it. "I can find whatever I please and bring it to my home."
Minho glanced down where the hallway ended and opened into another room. "This is a gigantic house," he remarked.
"It is."
"Do you have parties or anything?"
"Not much, no." Newt touched his finger again to the glass and a fish wandered over to investigate.
Minho watched the demon, silhouetted against an oceanic backdrop. "It must get lonely."
"Perhaps." Taking his hand from the glass, Newt sent Minho half a smile. "Though not as lonely as it used to be."
"What, with the fish?" Minho scoffed.
"No." Newt walked across the hall to him and let their shoulders brush. "With you," he said, low and with a coil of heat.
Minho was going to kiss that smug smirk right off Newt's lips.
A hot shiver curled inside of him at the thought of what he'd agreed to do, tonight, with Newt. A demon of Hell. He was in love with a demon of Hell. It brought both a feeling of joy and unease into his heart. Finally, he was in love for the first time, but it was with someone no human ever should've loved. How far they'd come from a stormy night alone at home.
"What's the rest of the house like?" Minho asked, trying to fill some of the silence hanging in the air.
Newt held out his hand in invitation. "Let me show you."
Cheeks stained pink, Minho accepted Newt's hand. Their fingers laced together and Newt began to guide him down the length of the hallway. The blonde's magic tickled Minho's skin and wrapped itself around him. He let himself sink into it with a sigh; he liked the way it felt and knowing that Newt had a mark on him was deliciously possessive.
The two emerged in what appeared to be a joined dining-and-living room. It was vast, with soaring ceilings and walls painted deepest blue. Minho gawked up at the glittering sapphires of three chandeliers as they rounded the corner of a carven dining table. "This place is amazing," he said. Glimpsing the archway that led into the living room, he craned his neck to peer in. Visible in the dimness were a plush black sofa, more expertly-crafted furniture, and a stone fireplace. The fireplace stole all attention to it with its simple elegance, even with no fire lit at the moment.
"Everything here was crafted by demon magic," Newt explained. He had paused next to another hallway branching off from between the dining and living rooms.
"YOUR magic?" Minho asked.
"A few things. Some rooms were designed by others." Newt's midnight eyes slid over to Minho. "My room was made by my own power."
Avoiding Newt's gaze for a moment, Minho studied their impressive surroundings again. "Everything made by demons," he mumbled. "And nothing human at all." A stab of anxiety hit him. "I don't belong here, huh?"
"Maybe not," Newt agreed. Then, in a lower murmur, "but you belong with me."
His hand pulled away from Minho's, making Minho blink in surprise. Then a hand was knotting around the tie at his collar and yanking him forward. Minho gasped, the sound cut off by Newt's mouth on his. Newt kissed him fiercely, clasping the back of his neck with his free hand. Melting, Minho wrapped his arms around his demon's waist and brought their bodies flush against each other. The tiniest noise rose from Newt's throat. Minho would've laid him out on the dining room table right then. But Newt was backing up, taking Minho with him. Minho almost stumbled over his own feet, he was so obsessed with feeling Newt in his arms, tasting Newt on his lips. They made it into another dusky hallway before Newt leaned back against a wall and dragged Minho in close. The kiss ended, but the sound of their heavy breaths stayed.
"Let me," Newt whispered, carding his fingers through Minho's hair. "Let me have you, tonight, and tomorrow, and all of my existence."
Minho's heart jumped at the words. "Newt?"
Newt touched a kiss to Minho's chin, then his upper lip, and then his nose. It was the simplest and sweetest gesture he'd ever shown. "Remember," he breathed, a hint of play in his half-smile, "I always get what I want." Leaning in, he ghosted his lips along the curve of Minho's ear. His hands slid from Minho's hair, to his collar, a fingertip hooking in his tie to loosen it. "And, gorgeous human, my lovely little thing, I've never wanted like I want you."
The words were wonderfully familiar and sent molten metal sinking through Minho's veins. He smoothed his hands up Newt's sides and then back down again. There was a feel of lean muscle beneath that made him tremble. "I want you too," he replied.
"Can I have you?" The question was an exhale from Newt's lips that sent a tickle of breath along Minho's ear.
Slowly, he rested his forehead on Newt's and whispered, "yes."
Newt had the lapels of his suit jacket in an instant and practically yanked him down the hall. There was a fog of want beginning in the demon's eyes and Minho felt Newt's electric charge thrum inside of him. High on the thought of what they were about to do, he caged Newt's jaw in his hands and covered his mouth with his own. Newt let his composure slip with all the grace of a demon. He shoved Minho's jacket from his shoulders, kissing back so that fangs caught in Minho's lip once or twice. Leaving the jacket on the floor, Minho brought his hands to Newt's hip; ducking away from the kiss, he pressed his lips to the side of Newt's neck.
It was the first time he'd ever kissed Newt like this. His skin tasted like sparks when Minho mouthed up his throat to his ear. Newt's reaction shocked him. The blonde dropped his head back and a beautiful moan escaped from his throat. "Newt," Minho rasped into Newt's jaw, as he continued to trail kisses there. He couldn't remember feeling quite like this with the demon before. He found Newt's ear and traced his lips along the edge of it, took it lightly between his teeth. Before he could think, he was curving his hands under Newt's thighs to lift him up.
"Minho," Newt exhaled, allowing it to slip out in a whimper. He wrapped his legs around Minho's waist and Minho pinned him up against a wall. The back of Newt's head hit the wall as Minho ran his nose down Newt's throat. "Oh, darling thing," Newt breathed, and then he whimpered again when Minho's teeth met skin. "Second door on the right is mine..."
Minho didn't waste any more time in the hallway because he needed Newt's clothes off RIGHT NOW. He pulled Newt from the wall and they staggered into the back of the hall. On either side was a door. Minho steered them toward the one on the right. He shouldered it open and they stumbled inside. While Minho paused for a second to study the room, Newt lowered his legs from around his waist. There was a hum in the air and the door swung shut on its own. Newt took Minho's tie in his grasp again, then stopped when he noticed Minho's attention distracted. He followed Minho's gaze. "Oh. Yes, this is..." Searching for his self-control, Newt smoothed a hand over his hair. "This is my room."
Where did Minho even start? The carpet was cream, the walls were dark maroon, and there was another obsidian fireplace at the right wall. This one had small blue flames dancing inside to light the room. The left wall was dominated by a bed of black silk, circular in shape, but more than big enough for two people. Minho imagined how soft it must be and what Newt must look like, sprawled out on the mattress...
"Well?" Newt asked, smoothly breaking Minho from his thoughts. "What do you think?"
"I'm not leaving." The words barely made it out before Newt was hauling him across the room, tugging at his tie. He got the stubborn thing off and set to work tearing Minho's shirt open. He managed to get every button undone, but before he could get it off, Minho pushed him back toward the bed. The backs of Newt's knees hit it first and Minho stood over him. Hands planting on the mattress, he bent to kiss Newt's neck. Clawed fingertips ran down his back, dragging his shirt down as Newt leaned into his kisses. "I can't wait any more," Minho whined out, straightening long enough to pull off his shirt completely. He saw the way Newt's eyes raked over him and pinned the demon between his arms again. "I need you."
"Love, you'll get no arguments from me," Newt purred. He leaned back as Minho slid over him on the mattress, elbows propping him half-up. Just when they'd human leaned in for a kiss, Newt hooked his knees around Minho's hips. Giving a hard push of his legs, he flipped them over. Minho's eyebrows rose as his back met the sheets and he gazed up at Newt above him. White-gold hair fell across Newt's eyes as he straddled Minho's waist. The firelight played over his porcelain skin as he reached up and undid his tie. "You don't know," Newt murmured, "how long I've waited. That night in the storm wasn't the first time I saw you." He tossed his tie away and shrugged out of his jacket, movements fluid.
Captivated, Minho could only watch every tantalizing motion Newt made. "What d'you mean?" he asked.
"I saw you for the first time at a dance at your school." Newt was undoing the buttons of his shirt and really, it was much too distracting. His mouth quirked up. "I was looking for a young soul to steal. You wore a suit, like tonight, and the lights played in your hair. I thought that no human had any right to look like you."
Pushing up from his elbows, Minho sat up. "What else?" he asked in a husky tone, helping Newt open his shirt. Beneath, a golden chain was revealed, glittering against his collarbone.
"You were too young," Newt mumbled. He dropped his hands to let Minho open his shirt, instead skimming them admiringly along Minho's biceps. "I wanted to take you then, but I knew that if I waited, you'd grow into this. You would be beautiful in a way no human ever was."
Minho touched a kiss to Newt's collarbone, sighing at the soft skin. "Did I meet your expectations?" he asked. His fingers danced down Newt's spine, pulling his shirt downward.
"You surpassed them," Newt breathed, lashes low with equal lust and longing. The obsidian cross piercing at his navel had appeared, shining in the firelight.
A grin threatened Minho's mouth. "You know that's just your opinion, right?" he teased. "I'm not really..."
Suddenly, Newt planted his hands on Minho's shoulders and lowered him to the mattress again. Minho inhaled sharply as Newt bent down over him, every muscle bending wonderfully under his skin. "Maybe it is just my opinion," Newt whispered, touching a teasing kiss to Minho's chin. "But surely you can take a demon's compliment over a human's." Bending down, he nuzzled Minho's neck, prompting a soft sound from the human. "Especially when that demon has invited you into his bed," Newt murmured against skin.
Newt's hand worked its way down Minho's body, shaping to his chest and the definition of his stomach. Minho let out a hoarse whine when Newt tugged at his belt buckle. "Newt, please," he begged, clinging to Newt's shoulder blades.
"Sweet little thing, it's still delectable when you beg." With a single smooth movement, Newt opened Minho's belt and then his pants. Nearly panting, Minho lifted up his hips so that the demon could peel them off down his legs. In the back of his mind, he knew that he hadn't gone this far with Newt before and he didn't even know if there would be any consequences for sleeping with a demon. But then Newt whispered, "beautiful," into his shoulder and a fierce love surged through him for the demon. He really was in love with Newt, more in love than he'd ever imagined he'd be. There wasn't going to be anyone else.
"Take yours off," he murmured, reaching between them for Newt's belt. He had it undone in moments and Newt took over, getting his pants open and off. Then he bent to place his lips at Minho's neck, a hint at what was coming. Minho twined his fingers in Newt's hair as the blonde kissed his way down his chest. Sharpened claws ran down Minho's sides, prompting a whimper from him when Newt rested them at his hips. The demon didn't stop his heated kissing until he'd reached Minho's navel.
"You," Newt mumbled, ghosting his lips over Minho's hip, "make me so weak."
"Is that a bad thing?" Minho asked breathlessly.
He heard the smirk in Newt's voice. "No."
Then fingers were dipping into the waistband of Minho's boxers and pulling them down. Gasping, he struggled not to move to cover himself. This was Newt. Demon or not, Minho trusted him. He could let Newt see him vulnerable like this. Newt's too-blue eyes made their slow way up Minho's body, his thumb drawing circles into the space above Minho's hip. Blushing, Minho had to avert his gaze. "Stop staring," he murmured teasingly.
"I would've thought you'd enjoy it," Newt replied with just a bit of arrogance. His palms were sliding back up Minho's stomach as he stretched himself out on top of the human. The feel of skin on skin made Newt purr. "You are simply exquisite, love." He pressed their lips together in a slow slow kiss.
Minho moaned into it, hands skimming the length of Newt's back then back up again. Every inch of him felt like silk and velvet, he tasted of flame, and there were only Newt's briefs separating them. Newt kissed him senseless, idly twirling a finger in the spiked strands of Minho's hair. Firelight danced over both of them and Minho felt he could've stayed right here, right now, forever. Newt caught his lower lip between his teeth, gently pulling until he broke the kiss. "Turn over for me, Min," Newt crooned.
Minho must've looked worried, because Newt dropped a reassuring kiss on his nose. "I promise, darling, I will be so gentle with you." He lowered his mouth to whisper into Minho's jawline: "you deserve to be cherished and even if I don't have a soul, I know I can give you that."
Minho's voice was soft. "Okay."
Awkward and unsure, he did as Newt told, turning over onto his stomach. The lean feel of Newt's body on top of his, chest to back, made him mewl in pleasure. He could feel the cross piercing against his skin. God, he loved that piercing. There was a shifting of clothing leaving skin and then Newt's fingertips tracing a light pattern along Minho's shoulder. "My Minho," Newt murmured into the dark. Minho felt the demon kiss his ear and he closed his eyes.
When Newt's body pushed against him for the first time, was inside him for the first time, Minho almost lost his mind. His spine arched under Newt, fingers knotting in the sheets, and he released an obscene sound he'd never made before. Tears pricked his eyes. "Newt," he choked. "It h—hurts."
"Shhh," Newt hushed. "I know, love, I know. But it won't soon."
The affectionate soothings continued until Minho relaxed. He was utterly dumbfounded by this Newt, but he couldn't say he didn't absolutely love it. Exhaling long and low, he shifted his body up into Newt's. That was when Newt started moving and Minho saw stars. Silk slid over his stomach and Newt's body slid over his back, igniting pleasure everywhere. He was a gasping, groaning mess under the demon almost immediately. Newt kept the pace slow, but desperate, grinding into Minho with that slipping-away composure he'd been showing all night. They were electric. Minho's breaths came and went in bursts. He tried rocking himself back against Newt and heard the demon moan. Claws raked down his side, leaving reddened marks. But he didn't care; the pain felt as good as the ecstasy.
He didn't know how long they made love or how many times. But he knew Newt's breaths in the dark and Newt's porcelain skin, Newt's silver voice, and Newt Newt Newt.
He remembered one crystalline moment, with Newt gasping for air and burying his face in Minho's neck, whispering hoarsely,
"I love you."
-x-x-x-
They fell asleep entangled with each other. The fire died down in the fireplace. Their harsh breathing fell into deeper sighs of sleep. They didn't think about tomorrow. There was just this.
A human and his demon.