A/N: Ohhh, quick update. Yay. And Will and Ron are having fun, Eric and Alan are being depressing and Sebastian is being bad. Yay! So... yes, thank you for your reviews. Love to you all. Please keep them coming. Enjoy.
William was stunned when he was suddenly rolled over and Ronald pinned him down. His eyes widened and he struggled to push him off but Ronald was surprisingly strong for a little demon. Ronald smiled and leant down over him, Ronald smiled slightly and before William could do anything, his wrists was bound above his head to a hidden metal ring on the beautiful, carved headboard. That was a shame. Ronald's job had interfered with such a grand old piece of furniture. He frowned and stopped forced his thoughts from the furniture. How could he be thinking about that when he was being chained up?
"What are you doing?" William hissed.
"Don't worry," Ronald said quietly, leaning down to kiss his lip briefly. "I just wanted you to make sure you weren't going to just leave again. It did take awhile to figure why I couldn't get out those cuffs you put on me. You reapers are getting tricky. Making handcuffs out of the same material as death scythes? I'm impressed." He leant down further, letting his forehead rest against his. "But we're going to do things my way tonight."
William's eyes widened, not completely sure what Ronald was going to do and not sure he hated not knowing. Ronald smiled and pressed their lips together, laying his body over his. William tugged at the chains but they held firmly. He hated being unable to control the situation but Ronald quickly put aside his worries as he kissed down his neck. He grunted slightly, tilting his head back as Ronald slip off his tie, slowly undoing his buttons to reveal his torso. The little demon smiled and slipped off the bed, leaving William watching him curiously. What was he up to now?
Ronald stepped back and William watched quietly as the blonde strode away, picking up William's coat that he'd thrown off in his hurry. He picked it up and strode into a small door behind the curtain and William stretched slightly, trying to see what was happening. When he returned, he slipped off his pyjama top, allowing William to look over deceptively slender, lean young body. He could help wondering how old Ronald was. He leant down over him, slowly sliding the clothes from William's lower body, leaving him feeling more exposed than ever. Ronald smiled, leaning down further to move soft kisses across his stomach, tracing his tongue over his muscles, slowly moving lower. William gasped and closed his eyes, gasping softly, heat racing through him as Ronald's mouth continued lower, his hands sliding over his hips.
"Ronald," he breathed, wanting nothing more than to tangle his fingers into Ronald's hair and guide him closer.
Ronald chuckled slightly, glancing up at him, not helping William's growing impatience. "Not bad for a demon, hmm?"
"I wouldn't know," William replied, closing his eyes tighter as Ronald's lips moved across his thigh. "I've never been with a demon before."
Ronald smiled and leant over, slowly taking William's glasses from his nose, setting them on the side with his own before capturing his lips and slowly grinding their hips, making William hiss in pleasure. The little blonde nuzzled across his jaw, blowing teasingly in his ear.
"Are you sure you're ok with this?" he whispered. "With me being a demon?"
"I'm not sure," William replied, opening his eyes slightly. "But I do owe you, I suppose."
"That doesn't mean you don't get to enjoy yourself too. Feel free to tell me what you want."
"I don't want anything from you. I'm only doing this because then you'll stop annoying me."
Lies. They were all lies. He was so enamoured by this demon. He arched his back as Ronald's nipped at his neck, groaning as their bodies pressed together causing a gorgeous hot friction between them, and making Ronald moan softly. William closed his eyes slowly as Ronald moved his lips slowly lower again, taking his time and slowly running his hands over his skin as their hips moved together. There was still a part of William's mind that couldn't figure out what was happening. Less than two weeks had past. A fortnight ago the idea of even being near a demon would have disgusted him, it still did to an extent, but now here he was, lying beneath Ronald as the demon teased him to the point where it too all his self control not to arch against him, moaning in pleasure. What had happened to him? What was so special about Ronald that he was willing to do this? Even wanted to do this?
William opened his eyes again as Ronald suddenly broke contact. He was pulling off his own black leather gloves. He offered William a bright smile and William swallowed heavily as Ronald opened up a draw, pulling out a small tube and slowly returning. Watching him carefully, William had the squash the desire to pull away and demand to know what he was planning. He owed the demon this. He'd been rough and careless with him, he would let Ronald do whatever he wanted. Ronald laughed softly and William glanced up at him.
"Don't look so tense," Ronald teased, flicking open the cap and letting a chocolate sent fill the air. "I'm used to men who are taught that normality is getting a job, marrying a nice young woman and having kids. Of course, keeping a mistress is nothing unusual but still, many of them believe that by always topping they don't have to face up to the fact that they're into men, because it's just like doing a woman. Stupid humans."
"I would pity you, but it's you career choice," William breathed.
Ronald smirked and William gasped, throwing his head back as his cool, slick hands finally wrapped around his hot, hard member. "Yes... but it does make me very adept at pleasing those who I want to give the best care and attention to. I also know some men just prefer to top. You strike me as that type of man, William." He grunted softly and as Ronald moved his soft skilled hands along his length, spending hot sparks through him. "That's good. I like a man who knows what he wants."
"I would have thought you demons weren't fussy," he panted, gazing up at the blonde. "As long as you're having your fun. You're kind isn't above forcing themselves on victims and feeding indiscriminately."
"It's like you're trying to ruin the mood..." Ronald sighed and shook his head, giving a particularly sharp, firm tug, making William bite his cheek to stifle a moan. "Like I told you, William, I would never do something like that. I like to be wanted. Ready?"
"Are you?" William murmured. "Shouldn't you-"
Ronald silenced him with a gentle, teasing kiss, trailing his fingers almost lovingly through his hair before getting up and sliding off the last of his own clothes. "Don't worry about me. I can handle anything."
He was absolutely stunning. William's eyes moved slowly over Ronald's body, realising he'd never wanted anyone quite as much as he wanted this demon. There was really something wrong with him. Why did it have to be a demon? No one he'd been with before was unattractive. He'd probably say they were close to Ronald in looks so why was he different? Why did some demon keep him enchanted like no one else ever had?
"Ronald-"
"It's my job, remember?"
William was about to reply when Ronald shifted over his hips and all he could do was gasp and groan, watching through his blurred vision as Ronald arched his back, moaning loudly as he lowered himself onto his length. There was a long moment of silence as Ronald adjusted to the situation, panting heavily and gripping the edge of his shirt as tightly. He was so hot and tight around him. William clenched his fists, pushing down the urge to thrust up into him and let him relax and adjust.
After what felt like ages, Ronald began to move, slowly lifting himself and letting gravity pull him back down. William groaned and tossed his head back, thrusting up to meet Ronald's movements and making the blonde moan loudly. Ronald had such a lovely voice and those big blue eyes were filled with such lust and hunger... he really was so incredible. Why couldn't those blue eyes be green? Why did this stunning boy have to be a demon? Why couldn't he have been a reaper? This would have been so easy if he was a reaper. He would have had a proper job, William wouldn't have been so confused by these feelings and it would have been so easy but instead he was a demon and Ronald was completely at a lost about how to deal with him.
Ronald's loud, sharp cries returned his attention to the real world, to the hot pressure building within him and the fact that he was struggling to keep control of himself. His stunning demon. His... His demon. That was what everyone said. Ronald was his demon. The blonde clenched his fists against his skin, his cries growing louder and his movements growing faster and less controlled. William yanked against the chains holding him as white hot pleasure tore through him, temporarily blacking out his vision as Ronald curse loudly.
As things started to clear, Ronald was leaning forwards slightly, eyes closed, panting slightly. William closed his eyes and rested against the pillows, tugging on the chains slightly. That was it now, wasn't it? He didn't owe him anything anymore. He didn't need to play to his games anymore. That was it. So why did he feel so disturbed by the idea of walking out of Ronald's life and never looking back?
Ronald's fingers moved teasingly across his chest and he chuckled softly. "My my, William, are you tired already?" William opened his eyes slowly and gazed up at him. He looked fully recovered already. "We're just getting started."
"What?" he groaned.
"Oh, didn't I say I wanted to be thoroughly satisfied?" he purred. "I assume you're going to wander off the second I call us even, so I'm going to make sure it's a night to remember. I hope you're not working an early shift."
Eric sighed, slowly running his hand through Alan's hair, slowly taking his glasses from his nose and setting them on the side. Alan was sleeping in his lap and Eric had already taken off his jacket, waistcoat and tie. He was a beautiful and so delicate. Shouldn't he have been happier that he finally had Alan? Finally they were together. He'd told Alan how he felt about him and knew Alan felt the same. Shouldn't this have made him happier? Running his hand slowly down Alan's arm, he frowned and glanced at his wrist. There was a little scar there. Why did it have to be like this?
Alan was dying. Why did Alan have to be the one dying? He was the most perfect person he'd ever met. Why did he have to be the one who got to suffer? He sighed and shifted Alan to lie on the bed, gently tucking him in. Poor Alan. He sighed and stroked his hair gently before picking up his coat. He strode out to William's room, knocking quietly on his door. When there wasn't an answer, he sighed and headed down to the door, watching the driving rain and hurrying out to the archway. Sitting on one of the benches he quickly pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. This was so wrong. Why did it have to be Alan? He'd tried to stay calm and controlled for Alan, acting like it wasn't a big deal, and they were going to get through it together, like it wasn't a big deal. It was though. It all hurt so much. No wonder William had refused to tell him. No wonder he'd said it was up to Alan. He want to be the one to tell anyone if it was him.
Closing his eyes, sighed, leaning back on the bench. "That's a filthy habit, Eric."
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head, staring up at Alan standing above him. Smiling slightly, he shrugged and glanced away. He thought he was asleep. Alan sighed and took his cigarette from his mouth, dropping it to the ground and crushing it under his foot, glaring down at him.
"What are you doing out here?" Alan said quietly, sitting at his side.
"I was smoking," Eric replied. Alan sighed and gently took his hand. "You shouldn't be out here in the cold and the rain."
"I'm sorry," he said, lowering his gaze. "I shouldn't have put this burden on your shoulders. It's my problem. I guess it was too much for you."
"No," he said. He was pleased Alan had told him really. "It's not healthy to deal with this on your own. I want to help you." Alan nodded slowly but didn't look like he believed him. "Alan, I promise, I'll do everything I can to protect you and help you through this. Anything I can do I will. Anything at all."
"Thank you, Eric," he whispered.
Eric smiled as a young blonde woman, Rebecca, walked passed and blew him a kiss. Grinning, Eric winked back, earning a glare and smack on the arm from Alan. Glancing down at him, he smiled awkwardly and shrugged.
"Promise I'm the only one who matters, Eric."
"Of course. That's mean I can't play around a bit, does it?" Eric replied. Alan frowned and Eric slipped his fingers around his chin, gently tipping his head up. "We could have fun, Alan. Obviously, you'll be the only one who really matters, but that doesn't mean I can't still flirt a bit, does it?"
Alan frowned then lowered his gaze. "You can flirt. As long as it's harmless fun, Eric. You won't go out all night, right? And you'll always be there when I need you?" Eric smiled and nodded. "As long as I'm your world, Eric, I don't mind what you do."
Eric smiled slightly and nodded, slowly leaning down as Alan slid his arms around his neck and pressed their lips together in a tender, chaste kiss. Their first kiss. It was perfect. The kind of kiss people expected from a romance tale. As their lips part, Alan was blushing heavily, smiling up at him. Eric smiled back, gently stroking his cheek. Alan was dying. Who knew how long he had left? No matter how long he had, no matter how painful it was to know, he'd make Alan happy. He'd make however long he had perfect and make sure Alan didn't suffer any more than he had to. He was going to dedicate everything he had to make Alan's remaining time as perfect as possible. He smiled gently and hugged him close, kissing the top of his head. His dear Alan. He'd never let him suffer ever again, no matter what it took.
William groaned softly, opening his eyes slightly as sunlight began to slip through the curtains. One wrist was still chained to the headboard, his other arm was wrapped tightly around Ronald's sleeping form. He was still exhausted and wanted nothing more than to return to a peaceful sleep with Ronald at his side but the sunlight made it awkward. As if reading his mind, Ronald rolled over slightly and pulled a cord, letting heavy black out blinds fall across the window and plunging them back into darkness. Still, if it was light outside it was getting on. He should be getting ready to work but it was so comfy beneath Ronald's silk sheets, with the beautiful blonde snuggled up close to him. Not that he could do anything without Ronald giving him the key for the chains.
This was supposed to be it. Ronald had said, if he asked him to, he'd leave him alone now. They were even. He was finally free of this demon so why was he still lying there? Why didn't he just demand he let him get up and go? He didn't want Ronald out of his life really, did he?
"I need to work," he said quietly.
"Take a sick day," Ronald whispered. "Stay with me."
"Let me go, demon," he hissed. Ronald sighed and sat up, picking up the key and letting him up. William got up quickly, pulling on his clothes and straightening his hair. He might just have time to get home and get some clean clothes before work. "Goodbye, demon. The next time we cross paths I won't hesitate to slaughter you like the animal you are." Ronald was still lying lazily in bed, not looking bothered by his departure at all. "I'm sure you'll be perfectly happy with your clients and your demonic lover."
"I don't have lover," Ronald said, opening one eye.
"Then why did I bump into Sebastian leaving and you lying in bed like that?"
Ronald grinned. "You thought I'd slept with Sebastian?"
"I wouldn't put it passed you and your kind."
"Oh, William," he chuckled, rolling over and watching him from under those thick, dark eyelashes. "No. I mean, he keep trying to prove that I should stay away from you, or just kill you, but I'd never sleep with him, especially not with you coming over." He closed his eyes and smiled. "He just wacked me over the head a bit hard when I told him I was already smitten with a reaper." He sighed and closed his eyes. "Goodbye then, William. I'm sorry you're not willing to give this a try. Whatever made you hate demons so much, I hope you can come to peace with it one day."
William turned slightly and gazed down at him, not sure what to say, but after a moment turned away and strode out. He wasn't going to deal with this. There was nothing to come to peace with, demons were monsters and he certainly wasn't starting to have second thoughts about leaving. He didn't care that he was walking out on Ronald. That demon meant nothing to him. He was a demon. William would never allow himself to care about a demon.
"Well, that went well," Sebastian purred in Ronald's ear. Ronald sighed and smiled slightly as Sebastian's hands moved over his bare shoulders. "Did you plan to lure your reaper with your charms not work out?"
"It worked fine," Ronald replied. He hummed softly and Sebastian's hands continued lower, working out the aches and pains from such an eventful night. "Don't worry. It's all going to plan."
"Just give up, Ronald," he said, working his hands down to his lower back. He chuckled and kissed his jaw gently. "You've lost him. Just admit defeat and allow me to make you feel better."
"Shouldn't you be off being ordered around by some master?" he snapped.
Sebastian chuckled and rolled him over onto his back, gazing down at him before slowly trailing kisses down his neck. Ronald gasped softly and tilted his head back, allowing him more access. Of course, he knew Sebastian was just trying to keep control of him. He was worried if he got too involved with a reaper he'd end up getting him in trouble. Still, he wasn't worried. Of course not. He wasn't done with William yet. It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. He was going to have that reaper if it took him a hundred years. He would make him love him and crave his touch no matter how long it took, just to prove everyone wrong. William was going to be his.
