After waking up from a calmer sleep, Christophe had his instincts kick in. His eyes shot open, his breathing shallowed and eyes scanning the area. Soon after, he sat up with a groan and looked behind him to see he was laying on a couch that was far from comfortable. His gaze soon wandered to a sudden heat change in front of him, finding a set of familiar crimson eyes and shit-eating grin in front of him but this time it had gained a body of a male, around his mid twenties and coal black hair to match with his clothes.
The figure leaned forward into the faint light, it was enough for Christophe to see his sharp features that had given the French more than enough reason to not smash him in the face. Instead, his face contorted into a scowl with his booted feet to settle on the others thigh to make sure he could push the creature, or himself, away if needs be.
The creature was one step ahead.
The sensation of the grip was once again felt, but this time on his ankles. Suddenly being pushed to have his legs bent at the knees and the body of the crimson eyed male was pressed against the shins with a hand at the others face. Eyes taking in the rough features, as if he was a underestimated peice of art that was hanging in display all on it's own with nothing else needing to being attention to it beside himself.
It took a while before Christophe could actually register that he had gotten closer and was smothing it's grubby hands across his face. Muscles tensing and a subtle, yet sharp, tug on his legs to test if the vice like grip was still there. To his dismay it was.
A thick, bright pink, forked tongue slithered slowly through the others lips to only run across his own lips before shooting back into the dark cavern it came from before it finally spoke. The same deep, husky and seductive tone audiable, "Do not give me that look." As he spoke he ran a sharp nail down the side of the others face, stopping at the jaw before flicking off sharply. The voice had sent shivered down his spine, hairs to stand on end and mouths to go dry.
"For I, can make you're life a living hell." A dark chuckle began to bubble in the creatures throat before it built into a roar of laughter with his head tilted back. Suddenly stopping, he dropped his head to be face to face with the other, much closer than the French would have liked, "So, how about it?" He leaned a little closer, his grin growing wider,
"Would you like to gamble with the Devil himself?"
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