Protecting a Demon

Chapter 2

Anticipation! This chapter was a lot of fun to wright. I hope everyone likes it, please review for me, thank you.

Musashi ignored the comment; calmly keeping a small polite smile on his face as Hiruma watched him closely, searching for any give a ways. The silence dragged on, the only sound that of Hiruma chewing his gum.

"Tch, fucking fed, your pretty good."

Musashi relaxed slightly as Hiruma turned his back on him, taking a seat across the top of his desk, grabbing a cloth he started to wipe the gun down. After another moment of silence, Hiruma's characteristic grin was back in place. With one finger he motioned for Musashi to draw nearer. Wary Musashi took a couple steps closer but Hiruma sternly pointed to the carpeted floor right in front of him.

Musashi stared into his eyes for a few moments but was unable to read him at all, heart starting to pound again he took the last few steps until he had to look down on Hiruma and Hiruma had to lean back on his arms to look up into Musashi's face.

"Here's what we're going to do, I'm going to introduce you as my new personal bodyguard. You're going to have to listen to every little command I give you, and your little pea brain better get that straight right here and right now. We're going to be spending a lot of time together." Hiruma's grin got even bigger, even sharper; Musashi had to resist both the urge to run screaming and the urge to test just how sharp those teeth are.

Hiruma was suddenly right in Musashi's face, not touching him but hovering only a hairs breath away. "Maybe if we get along I'll show you what's in my locked room over there."

Musashi resisted the urge to look for the room in question but instead focused all his mental will power, concentrating on keeping everything about him calm and cool. "I'm sure we'll get along very professionally." Musashi murmured in a low even tone, his hands itching with long buried need.

Hiruma's eyes burned for a moment and Musashi held his breath waiting to see if Hiruma would drop or press the issue, the temperature in the room jumped noticeably and Musashi tensed prepared to stop Hiruma before they did anything stupid.

All of a sudden Hiruma leaned back once again, cleaning his gun, the look in his eyes saying clearly that Musashi better back up if he doesn't want to get shot. Musashi shoved his hands deep in his pockets and hunched his shoulders slightly and took one large step back. Here in this club, Musashi was to protect Hiruma but it was very clear that Hiruma would not stand for Musashi to take charge; in here Musashi was the submissive.

"It would make my job easier if you told me what you are, so that I know your capabilities. Also if you have any other non-humans on the staff other than the chameleon I would like to know about them as well."

Hiruma was silent for one long drawn out moment, his eyes not leaving his gun. "I figured you would be able to figure that out on your own. There has to be a particular reason your agency sent you to me and not some other Joe blow." The words were said in a very casual manner but they had Musashi's gut drawing painfully tight.

Without thought to hiding his own true nature, without thought to the consequences, Musashi reached forward faster than Hiruma could react, ripping the gun from his hands, hurling it somewhere into the room. Cold panic was sweeping through his veins as an impossible realization started settling in.

Musashi grabbed Hiruma's shirt, violently yanking him off of the desk, even though the possibility of Hiruma escaping was low, he didn't even try to struggle as Musashi shackled both his wrists in how own large grip, twisting Hiruma around to pin his back against Musashi's chest and his arms against his own.

Musashi was seeing black and his breath was coming in heavy labored pants as he tried desperately to control his anger and panic. If Hiruma had struggled, had fought back, it would had served to fuel his fury but Hiruma's calm resigned actions pierced the fog clouding Musashi's brain. He stilled, standing rigid, Hiruma firmly trapped against his chest.

"Finish it!" Hiruma snarled, Musashi flinched slightly at the venom in the words but when he continued his actions, they were slow and careful, almost gentle. Musashi buried his free hand into Hiruma's hair, noting in an absent corner part of his mind how thick and soft it was, how good it felt against the rough calluses on his hand.

With his fingers buried in the hair on the back of Hiruma's neck and his thumb settled firmly against the skin just behind Hiruma's ear he bent down pulling Hiruma's head slightly to the side, his body practically cradling that of the smaller male. Unaware to Musashi he had started stroking the skin behind Hiruma's ear with his thumb causing an almost imperceptible tremble.

Musashi lowered his head until he was only scant centimeters from the skin of Hiruma's neck and at the same time he breathed in, he loosened his control on his other sense letting them flow out of him and settle on Hiruma.

First came the musk, dark, rich, sinful then came the feeling of heat, over whelming heat that rose from Hiruma in waves. Dark pleasure became an almost perceivable promise, temptation flowed like waves. The amount of information that rushed through Musashi using this technique was astounding and it didn't take long for Musashi to realize why he had been sent. Musashi withdrew his sense mostly back into himself, he had gotten used to appearing as nothing more than human, but that was no longer an option.

Emotions cascaded through him as he fought to escape what felt like a whirlpool of indecision, fear, anger, and other emotions he did not care to identify.

"Hey, fucking fed, you dying or something?"

Only then did Musashi become aware that he had settled his forehead on Hiruma's shoulder and was holding him tighter than was probably confortable. The tight control Musashi was forcing upon himself allowed him to release Hiruma slowly than just as slowly back to the far side of the room.

Hiruma didn't turn around as Musashi cleared his throat multiple times before finally forcing the words out of a throat that felt like it had been singed, "You're related to the devil."

Hiruma cackled, the sound grating across Musashi's already taunt nerves, "Ah, very good deduction, I'm certainly related, I'm his little baby boy."