A/N: All right you've been waiting for this but in case some people up to this point were really blissfully ignorant: There is NONCON IN THIS CHAPTER. If that makes you uncomfortable please skip to next chapter whenever it is up mkay? Now no one can yell at me I'm an American hero for my warnings.
(okay not really but I haven't slept in about thirty-some hours shhh)
Enjoy~
Jesus replied and said, "A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among robbers, and they stripped him and beat him, and went away leaving him half dead." -Luke 10:30
He couldn't say for sure just what his fascination spawned from, whether it be merely a power trip or finally witnessing his own little brand of justice rippling through the air. Damien walked around the open space slowly, watching with lax eyes as demons hovered over mortal prey, spouting incantations and loosening the grip on their souls. It was a delicious sight to be sure, one that he could stay and watch for the entirety of the process were he not busy presiding over every little detail about this damn war.
"Master Damien?" a voice piqued through the quiet murmurings echoing about.
He snapped his head behind him, watching Timpetan approaching him and giving him a curt nod. "Timpetan, what can I do for you?" he drawled, slightly annoyed by the interruption.
The slender demon cleared his throat, "It's in regards to...your mortal, My lord," he said softly.
He quirked his brow, "Yes, he seems to have been quiet this past week. Been busy, you know, haven't seen him," he waved his hand dismissively. He'd been waiting for news, knowing well enough that Kyle was venturing outside of his cave. He knew it'd only be a matter of time before someone reported to him what was happening with the small redhead, not needing to waste the energy checking it out for himself.
Timpetan licked over his lips, "He...he was attacked at the gates, Master Damien. By the newcomers."
He couldn't help but laugh darkly, "Oh was he?" His red eyes glittered deviously. Stubborn little redhead just couldn't help himself, could he? Wanting so badly to pretend to be one of them yet again. "And just what happened?"
"He managed to get about fifty of them off of him by himself, My lord," he reported.
Damien blinked, narrowing his eyes. Kyle managed to wield that kind of power but hadn't peaked? He straightened up, looking at the now subtly-trembling monster hovering above him. "And just when did this happen?"
"Six days ago, My lord," he said softly. His eyes widened at the anger quickly becoming apparent on the antichrist's face. "Your father ordered me to keep it quiet for a while," he hurriedly explained. "I had every intention of coming to you right after the fact, Master Damien."
Damien rolled his eyes. Of course his father would have his cloven feet in this. "Consider yourself lucky that my father ordered you," he said sharply. "However, any more reports are to come to me first, am I understood?"
He nodded briskly, yellow eyes beaming with a worried clarity. "Perfectly, My lord."
Damien merely gave him a curt nod before sinking down into the ground without another word, wading his way through the portal of time and space. He crossed his arms as he waited his journey out, lips crawling into an evil smile. As stubborn as the man was, Damien had him now. Kyle was his.
He popped up through the ground in front of Kyle's prison, briskly walking to the doorway and raising his brow at the sight inside. Kyle was weakly fluttering his lashes, breath shaking and lying on the ground limply as a blonde watched him brokenheartedly, Valefor nuzzled up against his side. Damien cleared his throat, Pip and Valefor looking at him in shock. The dog automatically placed himself in front of the redhead, baring his teeth and snarling. Damien rolled his eyes, looking at the blonde. "And just who are you?"
"P-Pip, Sir," he mumbled nervously. "I-I found Kyle and...and brought him back here and..." he trailed off as Damien raised his brow. He slid his eyes over to Kyle, who was looking back at him, pupils pinpoints in fright. He couldn't help the smug grin. Kyle knew exactly what was happening.
A weak hand slid up, grasping Pip's shirt. "Don't...let...h-him..." he was nearly seizing as his body began a new wave of shakes, claws tearing through the seams of Pip's clothing.
Pip looked between the two of them, focusing on Damien's grin and feeling his chest tighten. This was about to get bad, that much was very clear. "Please," Pip pleaded softly, reaching back and grasping Kyle's wrist to try to calm the redhead. "He's hurt, My lord. He needs rest," he insisted over Valefor's growls.
Damien chuckled in that grating tone yet again that sent a chill down both Kyle and Pip's spines. "How cute," he jeered. "Little mouse protected by another mouse and a puppy. Poor little one," he clucked his tongue in disappointment. He stepped back out of the prison and moved to the side, folding his finger nonchalantly. The demon watched with a wild grin as Pip and Valefor were grabbed in a gust of power and tossed out of the doorway a good fifty yards from the entrance. Valefor shook off his shock and took off full speed back towards them, Damien calmly walking into the prison and raising his hand, the broken door flying back into place. He never let his eyes break from Kyle's horrified stare as Valefor barked ferociously, massive claws scratching angrily against the metal. Damien murmured a spell to seal it in place with a barrier, dropping his arm and taking a small step towards the fallen man.
Kyle gulped, rallying the remaining strength he had and getting up onto the sides of his legs, staring at him with wide eyes. "Don't. Touch. Me," he breathed out slowly and as firmly as he could manage.
Damien smirked, "Heard you took out a wave of mortals, Little mouse," he cooed. "I'm proud."
"Stay away," he demanded, backing up against the wall and biting his lip, hearing Pip yelling for him worriedly outside under Valefor's noise.
Damien kneeled down, jerking his hand towards him and watching Kyle slide along the stone into his waiting fingers, feeling his jaw trembling out of control and licking his fangs. "Such a strong little mouse," he murmured, a slight admiration in his tone. "Tell me, how did it feel when you neared that peak, hm?" he cocked a brow, Kyle staying silent as his weary mind tried to find his way out of this mess. "I bet the pain stopped. I bet you felt like you could take on the world," he hissed, bringing him up towards his face, noses nearly touching. "How did it feel, Little one? To feel yourself giving in to me?"
"Stop," he protested weakly, jerking back only to be grabbed again. His clawed fingers raised, scratching listlessly at Damien's arm as the grip tightened around his chin. He hurt too much to deal with this, his options were so low. "What do you want?" he rasped.
Damien's eyes went half-lidded, relishing in the feeling of Kyle still fighting, despite how he could feel the pain the redhead was going through. It had to be excruciating, had to be eating away at every single nerve. His power wanted in, his blood wanted full control. The little blonde mortal outside the door no doubt restored some of his faith, tried to bring Kyle's mortal conscious back to itself. He would just have to fix that. "You," he growled in answer. The calm veracity of the words sunk straight into Kyle's bones, his body alit with a new wave fear as he tried to back out of the hold. He yelped as Damien shoved him onto his back, coming overtop of him and pinning him against the stone.
Kyle's body went into a blind hysteria, claws slashing up at the demon, eyes glowing with defiance and embers. Damien grunted as a wave of power smacked into him, holding down onto Kyle's arms and keeping himself steady. Kyle whimpered, knowing well enough that his power had burst through. Why wasn't it working?
Damien could see the confusion swimming in polychromatic eyes and chuckled. He hissed as Kyle's claws finally made contact, slicing through his shirt and leaving four long gashes down the width of his chest. "Naughty naughty mouse," he taunted, seemingly unfazed. "He doesn't know when the cat's been holding back," he raised his brow. Kyle's eyes widened, trying to kick at the legs straddling his hips. His voice was caught in his throat, an overwhelming realization of the reality being handed to him smacking into him all at once.
"Don't," he whispered as Damien grabbed his forearms, pinning them down over his head. He groaned as claws dug into his infected wound, squirming around as best as he could manage in his unhinged state. Damien's eyes scanned over him hungrily, the redhead a repast lied out for his own pleasure. He wasn't about to not indulge in the vast array of tastes. He leaned down, taking a deep breath at Kyle's neck, feeling him trying to close off his access. He chuckled, breath ghosting over the pale, lightly freckled shoulder jerking around for some stance, skin folded like silk sheets from Kyle's positioning. Kyle's yelp rebounded sharply in his ear as he dragged his tongue over the sweated flesh, the taste of salt and musk emanating off the redhead's body like a deadly intoxication; Damien's own brand of drug he'd created, molded, craved.
He bit down almost angrily into the skin, becoming over-enthused at the possibilities. Kyle arched up with a scream, shaking his head around wildly, trying to rally his power, but each little burst doing little more than making Damien sink his fangs and claws further into his muscle tissue. "No, no, no, no," he gasped out brokenly, kicking his legs furiously from under Damien's hips, eyes squeezing shut as pure nausea overtook every other feeling. "God, please, no," he begged, mouth falling open in a long cry as Damien's long canines slid out of his skin, the demon lapping fallen blood ardently.
He leaned back up over the man, grinning smugly. "God?" he repeated. "Little mouse, if God truly cared, He would have came and saved you already. Him or that blonde fool of yours."
"Kenny will fucking skin you alive," he said shakily, fists weakly flexing under Damien's ironclad grip.
Damien rolled his eyes, releasing his arms and watching as Kyle tried again to scratch his way out, power fluctuating too much to do more than mildly irritate him. He wrapped a hand through luscious curls, tightening his claws within them. He ripped Kyle's head up, his neck arching gracefully towards his rapacious stare. "He won't do anything to me, not with such a pretty little doll at my side," he purred, reaching his freehand back and slamming it against Kyle's scar. The redhead whimpered as veins began their routine tearing, Damien leading them through his skin to the front of his body and playing them lightly in his fingers like harp strings.
The noirette moved off of his hips, flexing his fingers and forcing Kyle to sit himself up, the man choking on panicked sobs as Damien turned him around onto his knees, his back facing those greedy red eyes. The demon's cock twitched at the sight of blood running down his flesh, Kyle trembling on his knees for him and only for him. He grinned, wondering if once he destroyed Heaven, it'd be such a rush of victory, of yearning for even more.
He tested a few strands, plucking them and listening to Kyle's yelps hungrily. He found his targets and separated them from the group. He held his arm up towards the ceiling, observing eagerly as they shot up, wrapping into crevices of stone and securing themselves. Kyle screamed in pain and panic as his wrists were jerked up and snapped together, the lodes within them tearing out of the flesh, stopping at the heels of his palms. Damien relinquished the remainder of his veins, staring as Kyle's body slouched, back arched into a beautiful, balletic curve as his wrists kept him upright.
Kyle's breath picked up the pace, glowing eyes flittering, ripping rocks out of the wall and sending them soaring towards Damien in a frenzy. Damien merely flickered his eyes at the projectiles, sending them falling to the ground as he ran a curious hand up Kyle's bowed spine, claws bumping along the vertebrae. "STOP!" Kyle screamed, tears spilling down his burning cheeks, head dropping down as he thrust himself about, stopped short by the vessels running up his arms. The entirety of his forearms were coated with a shiny, horrifying sheen of blood, trickling down the angle and cascading down his sides.
"You're not in any position to be calling the shots, Little mouse," he half-murmured, too lost in his wanderings to do much else. His free hand drifted to his jeans, undoing his button and feeling his cock nearly bursting from its confinement. "Inlitus," he said hungrily, hand beginning to seep with a thick, clear glob of substance. He slowly wrapped his palm around himself, shuddering with the contact, rearing to go already. This was almost too much. So much control over this one little mortal was driving him absolutely mad. But he wanted it. He wanted every single bit of what he could take, and Damien was never one for passing up opportunities.
"Let...me...GO!" Kyle screamed, body flying into absolute turmoil as Damien's wandering hand drifted to his loose pantline. His feet kicked, his torso swinging around wildly. The blood loss could barely be detected as pure adrenaline took over. He shook his head in his mania, sobs breaking through this throat and prayers for Kenny being screamed as Damien ripped down his blood-soaked jeans and boxers, eyes gleaming at his prize.
He chuckled casually, reaching forward and grabbing a cheek of Kyle's ass, sinking his claws into the supple flesh just to hear him screech. "This must be why McCormick stays with you," he smirked.
Kyle winced, trying to weigh his body down, get his veins to tear so he could run to Pip and Valefor trying so desperately to get to him. A sharp slap of his ass made him go rigid, Damien's body heat moving behind him. A clawed hand began moving up and down his bloodied waist and hip, his breath once more unable to pour through his throat. He didn't even have the option for much longer as that damnable hand slid up and clasped around his neck, Damien leaning up beside his ear. Kyle whimpered as hard, hot skin shallowly ground against his ass, everything happening far too fast for the redhead to be able to keep up with.
Damien grinned slyly, forked tongue swiping along the back of Kyle's ear and watching him attempting to cringe. "Tell me," he whispered hotly, free hand grabbing at Kyle's ass, pulling the skin to let his rutting hit closer to home. "Is the apartment still clear of fire? Or have I burned it straight to the ground?"
Kyle's eyes shot open wide, the familiar phrasing twisting his stomach past the limits of what he thought possible. "How...how..." he began to hyperventilate, rasping under Damien's grip.
"Thought I didn't watch you, Little one?" he cooed, pulling him straighter against his back, leaning his chin on his bleeding shoulder. He grasped his cock and moved it over Kyle's hole, slowly stroking up and down his target, relishing in Kyle's body twitching in fear around him. "And you think you're not a demon," he grinned, locking himself into position and biting his ear. "What kind of mortal kills an angel?" he hissed, grabbing Kyle's hip and bucking his cock up to spear his hole. The assault got Kyle moving again, his unprepared body falling through shock waves at the scorching agony.
He whined, trying to move his legs, mind overrun with the information presented to him. Damien wrapped his arm around his waist, forcing Kyle's body to drop onto his cock time and again, entire body coursing with what he was doing. This was a victory in every sense of the word. His being was teeming with a pure euphoria, the warmth of his pride only overshadowed by the tight heat clenched beautifully around his cock.
Kyle couldn't cry. He couldn't scream. He couldn't do a damn thing as he was limply led along the hot skin. He was in complete shock, his body unable to comprehend just what it was that was happening to him, too much pain to sort out at once. And Nathaneal was dead. He was dead because of him, because he just had to get a stupid message to Kenny. Tears finally rolled down his cheeks without his preemptive, hoping to God that Kenny wouldn't see him like this; strung up and being fucked by the enemy.
Damien grinned wildly at the liquid trailing down his cheeks, his grip around his throat tightening, listening to Kyle struggling for a breath as he pulsed his hips against him. "Good boy," he taunted, watching the stream pick up its pace. He groaned under his breath as Kyle's muscles tightened around him, the thick lubrication around his cock letting him slip in and out of the redhead's ass like it was made for him. He indulged in a sick grin. Then again, who was to say it wasn't?
He redirected his hand up, shoving two fingers into Kyle's mouth, relishing in the resulting cry. His claws dug into his tongue, cutting into the muscle and Kyle listlessly shook his head. His fangs sunk into the digits, trying to ward them out. "Good boy," he hissed. "Fight."
The word kicked Kyle's body into motion, trying to do just that. He ground his fangs together around Damien's fingers, the man thrusting into him too entranced with the show to so much as wince at the attack. Kyle's mind was on the brink, everything trying to focus on what to fight off; The fingers, the burning, his veins, the cock. He screamed in frustration, unable to find his fixation as Damien's fingers tore out of his mouth, the bloodied hand slapping him across the face.
"Stop," he begged, barely able to make the sound come out as his head lolled listlessly to the side from the hit. He shut his eyes, groaning as his body decided to focus on Damien's dick slamming into him, the sound of their skin echoing sickeningly around his prison. His legs twitched, trying to find some stance and kick back before Damien moved his injured hand down, digging his claws into Kyle's stomach, the redhead letting out a long-winded sob.
Damien panted, flipping thick bangs out of his eyes, unable to resist watching the tensing of Kyle's subtle muscle, the way his body was laid out for him, open to do with as he pleased. "Look at you," he sneered, hitting into him hard enough for Kyle to scream, shuddering at the noise. "You'll let me take you in any way, won't you?" he nipped the back of Kyle's neck. "Body, mind, soul, all of it's mine and you know it."
"No, no, no, no," Kyle repeated, shaking his head and letting it fall back as Damien kicked his legs to open wider for him, groaning in anguish and humiliation. "Please...please stop," he whispered, glassy eyes slipping shut, the right throbbing, trying to keep him conscious as he felt himself trying to pass out from the influx of madness coursing through him.
"May as well accept it, Little mouse," he purred through his labored breathing. "After all, McCormick won't want anything to do with a murderer," he bit.
Mottled eyes shot open, coming alive with fire all at once. He let out a large scream, Damien watching excitedly as his veins snapped from the ceiling and Kyle collapsed forward, hips held up by Damien, splayed out indecently for the antichrist to continue to pound into.
Kyle shot his head back around, fury replacing agony, and trying to scramble away from the assault. "Oh no you don't," Damien purred, pulling out of him and nearly losing his breath at losing the blazing pull all at once. He quickly flipped the man onto his back, watching amusedly as Kyle began lashing out yet again, fangs bared and his entire body screaming his intentions loud and clear.
Damien merely pointed, eyes glowing once more. Kyle ignored it, trying to lean up from his hold and slash his face open before his wrist veins came alive once more, snapping them together and tying around the bloodied skin, the remainder of the strands wrapping tightly around his throat. Kyle's eyes bulged, trying to pull from the hold, the vessels cutting off his air more effectively with each millimeter he tried to stretch out. He whimpered as Damien leaned back overtop of him, ripping his jeans and boxers fully off his legs and spreading them.
With nothing but a victorious grin set upon his face, Kyle could read every word: He wasn't going to win this one. He cried out as hands lifted his thighs, his body curling in as his knees were pushed back towards his shoulders. He screamed as Damien's cock pushed in past his torn ring of muscle once more, head lolling in disorientation as he slid back and forth on the floor.
Damien was right on the brink, seeing Kyle slumping defeatedly beyond how delectable he'd truly imagined it to be. Small, breathy cries escaped the captive throat, but nothing more. No arguing, no smartassed remarks. Nothing but acceptance. Damien was no fool, he knew it was on account of pain and pain alone, but damn it all if it still wasn't perhaps the greatest accomplishment he'd garnered in his lifetime.
"Good little mouse," he cooed, licking sweat from his upper lip. "Shit," he moaned, toppling over all too soon, a string of disappointment following right alongside the pure cacophony of triumph ringing through his skin. Kyle lurched up uncomfortably, teeth gritted as Damien's release shot into his ass, slick and hot. He choked down a mouthful of bile as the demon continued to thrust inside of his used form, getting every ounce of this victory that he possibly could out of the redhead. He finally stopped, unwillingly pulling his dripping cock out of the man and scanning up over his debauched form satisfactorily as he dropped his legs from his grip. His eyes finally landed on Kyle's face, stained with tears, lip trembling so prettily, those beautifully mismatched eyes seeming to see right through him.
"How does it feel?" he asked slyly, putting himself back into his jeans and leaning overtop of the captive. "Knowing you lost?"
Kyle took a deep, shaky breath, glossed vision glancing to see Damien's chest and fingers still bleeding from his own attacks. He shut his eyes and shook his head, feeling every ounce of burn redirecting once more into his chest, his body arching up as it seemed to snap within his lungs. Damien watched excitedly as Kyle writhed for a few moments, mouth falling agape before slipping back onto the ground, brow knitted.
A hand wormed under the back of his neck, pulling him up to sit straight in front of the noirette. Kyle struggled to fight against gravity and keep his bound wrists from strangling him, keeping his eyes closed before another hand cupped his chin. He looked up weakly as Damien drug a thumb over his parted lips. "I'm definitely keeping you for myself," he purred, Kyle's heart lurching at such a casual utterance. "Poor McCormick should have protected you better," he pouted a bit. "But look at you," he tugged the man closer, staring him down, the wolf finally snaring his lamb. "A true demon now," he murmured. "You'll kill that fool in no time at all...and get to sit beside me once I take over," he grinned.
Kyle remained silent, allowing the demon to jostle him around, keeping his focus on keeping his airway open.
Damien chuckled, lightly slapping his face. "I do hope you get your spiteful little tongue back," he taunted. "You're no fun when you're so quiet." He smirked at Kyle's blank expression, throwing him back onto the ground and watching his naked form curl up in silence. He rose to his feet, swiping a finger across his chest wound and grinning. "Such a strong little mouse," he echoed. "Just wait until you see what I'll have you do to McCormick," he raised his brow, turning on his heel and walking back towards the front of the room. He waved his hand, the barrier crashing down once again, Pip and Valefor leaping out of the way. Pip backed from him worriedly and Valefor continued to snarl. He shot them both a look and smirked, stealing one last glance back at the fallen redhead before nonchalantly continuing out into the open skies of Hell without another word.
Valefor bounded into the room, whining as he found Kyle staring blankly at the wall on his side. Pip came in and his face dropped, "Oh my, Kyle," he whimpered, hurrying inside and diving down beside of him. He glanced at his naked state and his jaw trembled. "Oh, Kyle, are you all right? Please, what hurts?" he slowly sat the man up, struggling to undo the binding around his throat.
The redhead continued staring out the door after his attacker, body beginning to tense once again. A heady rage began swirling within his blood like never before, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits and a long, hot breath coming out of his nose. He could feel his claw marks, the bites, the cum leaking out of him onto the stone floor. Pip and Valefor pressed against him for a reaction, both of them staring as his lip slowly curled, a long fang beaming in the light.
"Mine," he snarled under his breath.
"What...what, Kyle?" Pip asked again, managing finally to undo the veins, watching in shock as they quickly slammed back into Kyle's body, healing along with all his markings right off the bat. Movement caught his eye and he looked to Kyle's left arm, eyes widening at the infected wound beginning to slowly but surely begin piecing itself back together.
Kyle's eyes flashed with color, Pip watching in horror as the door flew out of the room at breakneck speed, crashing and breaking to pieces far off in the distance. The redhead never let his eyes break from Damien's direction, fists clenching and a low growl sneaking through the tensive air, voice grating as though it belonged to another being, "That bastard is mine."
A/N: Kahl is pissed, y'all and you know what that means! More snarky shit!...okay and some other stuff but snark never dies.
Also I love how after Lilith, having Damien just happen to have a lubricating spell is now just going to be my staple. That's the great thing about supernatural beings with little known about them, they can do whatever the hell you want. Laziness yay!
Thanks for R&Ring!