Chapter 11

"You look tired," Deadlox pointed out quietly after Sky had broken the silence for the fourth time with a yawn. They were still in the same position they had been in hours before, with Deadlox leaning against Sky's leg, one of the human's hand clutching the larger demon's own while his other hand was buried deep in Deadlox's silk textured hair. They had barely moved at all, just basking in each others presence and seeking comfort in one another as time went on around them. For hours it had been just the two of them, seemingly in a bubble where it was just them and no one else, just Sky and Deadlox. But the magic had been broken when Deadlox's sensitive ears had picked up Sky's almost inaudible yawns.

The human shook his head, stifling another yawn as Deadlox reluctantly stood up, not having wanted the moment to end as soon as it had. Granted, it had been hours since they had first sat down, but it was barely any time at all to a demon such as Deadlox and he had wanted it to last forever. But, Deadlox never got what he wanted and as such, the moment ended and he was stretching as he eyed Sky quietly. Sky bit his lip, looking up at the demon with sleepy golden hazel eyes, a small pout on his face at the thought of going to sleep.

Sky was tired, practically exhausted, anyone would be considering what he'd had to deal with in the past two days. He'd been ripped out of his old life- not that he had ever liked living with that stupid squid and his many wives and children- and shoved into a new one. A new one that he was begrudgingly starting to get used to and, oddly enough, prefer to his old life and maybe even to when he still lived in the Overworld. Just days before he had been a free man and now he was nothing more than a slave to the king of the Nether, nothing but a play thing to a demon.

It wasn't that he was being treated badly- then again Sky had only been in Deadlox's care for two days so he couldn't be at all that sure that this peace wasn't just temporary- it was more so the fact that he would spend the rest of his life as a demon's slave. He'd be force to do whatever Deadlox wanted, and he wouldn't have a say in practically anything. Why would he? His fucking step father had signed his life away to a demon and he'd had no say.

Ignoring Deadlox's questioning look, Sky stared up into the deep red eyes of the demon king, finally admitting defeat when he began swaying in his seat. "I'm tired..." He admitted quietly, bringing his knees up to his chest sullenly. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees, holding back yet another yawn as he did his best to stay awake.

"Then lets get you into bed," Deadlox murmured in a tone that almost sounded... sweet to Sky. The demon gently untangled Sky's arms from his knees, lifting the younger man into his arms with more care than Sky thought a demon could posses. Too tired to protest the action, Sky clutched onto Deadlox's shirt, watching with half lidded eyes as the demon pulled away the covers of the bed before tucking Sky in the bed.

The human looked up at Deadlox silently as the demon made to move away from the bed. He reached a hand out, wrapping it around Deadlox's wrist to keep him from leaving. "Where are you going?" He asked quietly, voice slightly timid. Deadlox raised a brow, not at all expecting Sky to actually want to share a bed with him. Though Sky would deny it if ever asked. He gave Sky a reassuring smile, softly unlatching the fingers around his wrist.

"I'm just changing out of my day clothes," Deadlox answered, lifting Sky's hand to his lips, kissing his fingertips before moving away one more. He internally laughed at Sky's shocked face as he headed towards his large closet. Deadlox his his amusement as he threw his shirt over his head, not caring when it landed in a messy heap behind him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sky squeaked from the bed, sleep suddenly leaving him as he sat up in the bed. He clutched the sheets onto his chest, wide eyes staring at Deadlox, a blush threatening to overtake his face. Sky stared at Deadlox's bare torso as the demon turned to face him, gulping audibly as he took in the sight of rippling muscles. He sobered slightly at the large amount of scars decorating the demon, though he oddly found the faint pink marks against Deadlox's pale skin a turn on.

The demon raised an amused brow as he unbuckled his belt, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest as he practically felt Sky's eyes roaming over his body, pausing at his scars. He hid how insecure he felt when he felt Sky's eyes on the exposed scars on his chest and torso, forcing the insecurities down when he saw Sky's blush darken. "I'm just changing out of my day clothes," Deadlox responded, his tail flicking behind him as his pants dropped, leaving him in only his black boxers. Amusement shone in his blood red eyes, humor shimmering in their red depths as he sent Sky a wink, a fang poking out of his bottom lip as he smirked.

Sky squeaked in surprise, burying his head under the covers after realizing he had been staring at Deadlox's six pack and- admittedly- boxers far longer than was actually necessary. The demon chuckled in response to Sky's reaction, his laughter echoing throughout his bedroom; for once it wasn't a cackle filled with insanity but a soft laugh full of humor and a hint of happiness.

The tips of his furled wings twitched as he made his way to the bed, lifting the covers as he slunk in, restraining a large smile as he settled in, "Now, now, Sky, there's no need to hide," Deadlox teased, poking at the lump under the covers next to him, grinning when it squirmed away from his touch.

"I-I'm not hiding!" Sky shouted, tone indignant as he poked his head out of the covers, curly hair messy as he stuck his tongue out at the demon next to him in a childish manner.

"Ah ah ah," Deadlox tutted, shaking his finger in front of Sky's face, "I'd put that away if I were you," he murmured leaning in dangerously close to Sky's face, "lest you tempt me."

Sky yelped, shoving his tongue in his mouth as Deadlox pulled away, laughing in bemusement. Sky felt his ears heat up a he turned away, humphing as he forced his eyes closed. He barely even noticed when Deadlox said something in a language Sky couldn't comprehend, the lights immediately turning off.

"What are you doing?" Sky managed to hiss out, having been momentarily distracted as he tried to decipher what language Deadlox had been speaking in- he'd decided on some sort of demon tongue. He stayed silent, glaring beneath his closed eyelids as something akin to leather wrapped around his shoulders, refusing to open his eyes even then. He was trying to sleep dammit!

Deadlox didn't respond, sliding his arms around Sky's smaller waist, pulling the younger man flush against his chest. The demon ignored the squeak of protest coming from the human as he rested his chin on Sky's shoulder, spooning the younger of the two.

Finally opening his eyes, Sky blinked as he looked at the material now almost completely surrounding him, momentarily ignoring the arms around his waist. It was inky black in color, looking smooth to the touch and strangely warm. He reached a hand out, tentatively touching the material, unaware of how Deadlox tensed behind him.

It was smooth, undoubtably so, with what felt like long bones stretching out between soft leather. Sky trailed a finger to the end of it, holding back a gasp as it righted around him slightly.

"I wouldn't recommend for you to touch it," Deadlox murmured against Sky's ear, his voice two octaves lower as he shivered slightly.

"Why?" Sky questioned back softly, pausing in his ministrations.

"It's sensitive," Deadlox murmured, breath dancing along Sky's shoulder and neck, ghosting over his ear in a sweet caress. Sky didn't bother hiding the goosebumps dancing along his tan skin as he focused on the thing that was still wrapped around him.

"What is it?" He questioned, though he had a feeling he already knew what it was. His golden hazel eyes watched as it moved slightly, his shades having been placed on a small table near the bed.

"My wing," Deadlox whispered out breathily, feeling Sky's fingers graze over the over sensitive limb.

"Oh." Sky mumbled out, eyes becoming slightly lidded as he continued to feel the soft leathery texture. "It's nice..." He trailed off, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep, hands clutching the hands wrapped around his waist for comfort.

Deadlox held in a breath, waiting to make sure Sky was completely asleep before groaning. He buried his face in Sky's neck, keeping still as Sky unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

How easily Sky had managed to break down all of Deadlox's barriers, how easily he had managed to become a part of the Deadlox's everyday life, how fast he was starting to worm his way into- what had previously been thought of as dead- Deadlox's heart.

Was this normal? To find yourself actually caring for someone you had met less than two days ago? To feel this close to something that had been meant to be nothing more than a plaything? To find yourself craving the touch of someone less this badly? To practically need to be near them?

Sky was- had been, was supposed be be- just a toy. How was it fair for him to become so important to Deadlox?

It wasn't fair at all because Sky was meant to temporary, he was supposed to be temporary, he was going to be just temporary. There was no denying it. After all, Sky was just human, and what did a human's short lifespan compare to Deadlox's everlasting life? For demons didn't, they were killed.

Why did it hurt so much? Why did his chest feel like it was constricting at the very thought of losing Sky?
He gazed at his sleeping companion, reaffirming that he was still there, that he was still breathing and moving and that he was still alive. He took in how Sky's long lashes, for once not hidden behind those shades the human insisted on wearing, fluttered against his cheeks. How Sky's skin looked soft to the touch and completely otherworldly as the light from the moon streaming from a closed window danced across his flesh.

He paused.

Why did it feel like a cage of frantic birds were trying to escape from his chest? He felt light, as if he was flying, but he wasn't. He was still in the bed, arms wrapped around Sky and one of his wings curling around the tiny form next to him.

Was this what having a heart felt like?

He thought back to when Sky was touching his wings, how good it felt to have someone touching something Deadlox had never let anyone else touch. Wings, wings were important to demons in the Nether. They, along with tails and most other demon appendages, were some of the most sensitive appendages a demon had. Wins brought flight, something important in a place where seas where made out of lava and pigment openly roamed the streets. Without wings, a demon was nothing.

It was an unspoken rule that only the most intimate of partners- mates- allow each other to touch their wings.

Deadlox had never had his wings touched by another being before, had never even given permission. Not even in on elf his many kidnappings had his wings been in any way touched, not even criminals would dare touch another Demond's wings without permission. It was unheard of.

So why did Deadlox allow Sky, a human, to touch his wing without complaint? Why did he not stop Sky after the first initial touch? He hadn't stopped Sky after goosebumps had begun springing across Deadlox's pale skin, or when shivers began wracking his body. He hasn't stopped Sky when his face began flushing or when the room had begun feeling inexplicably warmer than he remembered it to be. He hasn't stopped Sky when his tail began spasming under the covers or when blood began rushing south.

Huffing, Deadlox buried his face in Sky's neck, breathing in the human's fresh scent, the scent that was so Sky. He buried any amount of pride he felt as he noticed his own scent was beginning to intermingle with Sky's own, though he found himself smirking against Sky's neck as his arms tightened around Sky's waist.

Deadlox did his best to ignore how warm Sky was, how his hands felt soft as they gripped onto his arms, how when his fingers had been grazing over his wings he had almost become quickly undone, how his heart sped up when being around Sky in general or how adorable Sky looked when he was sleeping. Oh yeah, and he did his best to ignore, and somewhat hide, his raging hard on as he did his best to fall asleep.

This human would be the death of him.