Protecting a Demon
Chapter 4
Starting to get to the good stuff, review please ^_^ Really good stuff well be coming in the fallowing chapters so be prepared.
Over the next few days Hiruma was completely domineering, it was as if he was going out of his way to treat Musashi like a lap dog. Even the staff would look askew at Hiruma as he sent Musashi on pointless task after task, but with every command Musashi would give a slow smile and leisurely stand, "yes boss." He would say in his husky voice, as if it was his pleasure to be doing such menial tasks. Musashi didn't mind the tasks just as long as Hiruma didn't try to send him far enough away that he couldn't keep an eye on him, which he never did.
Musashi was leaning against a wall observing the flow of customers as behind him Hiruma savagely argued with someone about the prices of alcohol, the argument ended with the sound of a gun being cocked. Musashi smiled slightly as he listened to the man trip over himself to sell the beverages cheap enough to meet Hiruma's standards.
"old man, come." Hiruma snarled as he walked by him heading towards a semi-private booth with a current on each side that could be drawn across the opening if needed. Musashi smiled indulgently as he fallowed behind him, sliding into the booth opposite Hiruma.
Hiruma's eyes were ice green and flashing dangerously, his teeth were bared in a snarl, and bad temper practically leaked from him. Musashi was just about to say something when a man walked up behind Hiruma's booth, Musashi watched in disbelief as the man leaned against the booth and slowly wrapped his arm around Hiruma, sliding his hand down his chest.
"Hey, I've been watching you for a while, you seem like you're just up my alley."
Musashi watched Hiruma's snarl turn into a deadly grin as he reached his hand under the booth, his hair falling over his eyes. Musashi shoved himself out of the booth, quickly, he reached out and grabbed Hiruma's arm keeping it under the table. Hiruma's eyes snapped to his but Musashi held firm to his arm, never letting his gaze wander from Hiruma's as he reached out and grabbed the man by the throat. A dark foreign anger swept through his veins as he allowed himself to look away from Hiruma just long enough to stare into the man's fearful eyes. "Your alley is park avenue compared to ours. Beat it."
The man stuttered an apology before making a hasty retreat out of the club, Musashi smiled slightly as his anger diminished in direct proportion to the distance between that man and Hiruma.
Musashi started to pull back but a sudden firm grip on his collar had Musashi stilling. Hiruma held firm to his collar with one hand the fire in his eyes gone smoldering. Hiruma leaned forward putting his face next to Musashi's. Musashi's heart was beating too fast, heat sweeping across his skin in waves. Musashi tried to pull back again, panic starting to set in.
"Don't fucking move fed." Hiruma growled.
Musashi froze, those words locking his muscles down like shackles. Hiruma's breath ghosted across Musashi's ear, his lips brushing it slightly. Musashi locked his arms on both sides of Hiruma to keep himself steady as he started to feel light headed.
"Hiruma?" Musashi asked breathlessly
"Shut up fed," Musashi bit down on his tongue as Hiruma nipped his ear shivering as Hiruma licked away the pain.
Hiruma murmured something but Musashi couldn't make out what he said and he had already commanded him not to say anything.
"fed," Hiruma repeated "My father's little minion is here."
Musashi clenched his teeth and roughly grabbed Hiruma by the hair jerking his face away from his own. Hiruma stared at him, infuriatingly looking completely normal. Musashi repressed the urge to growl and instead leaned forward as if to kiss the man in front of him.
"What does he look like" Musashi murmured his breath ghosting playfully over Hiruma's lips.
Hiruma's eyes flickered briefly over his shoulder before returning. "Tall, glasses, purple dread locks. Looks like he would happily burn the world down and dance in the ashes."
Musashi firmly pushed Hiruma into the booth, drawing one of the heavy velvet curtains far enough across the entrance to obscure him from view. Musashi turned his back on the booth standing casually as if he was waiting for someone.
The demon wasn't hard to spot; he was in human guise but blood lust poured from him. The regular occupants of Heaven were all entranced by him, some of them in horror, some of them in obvious open lust. He walked like a predator, a predator that new it was at the top of the food chain. He had a mass of purple dread locks that fell to his broad shoulders; wraparound sunglasses obscured the color of his eyes. He wasn't too tall or too built but right in-between. He was attractive in a dominating kind of way.
Musashi blinked as Rui strode past him, his eyes intent on the demon, Musashi reached out and snagged his wrist pulling him to a stop. Rui turned on him with murder in his eyes but calmed when he saw who it was. "Rui, I need you to stay right here and make sure Hiruma doesn't leave. I don't care what you have to do to make him stay but make sure he does ok? I have to take care of this guy."
Rui was nodding before Musashi ever finished his sentence, man sometimes his powers really did make him thank his past.
Musashi left Rui in front of the booth and smoothly made his way towards the demon, who didn't fail to notice his advances. The demon casually leaned against the bar, exuding sex, obviously he thought it would be fine if he played a little before getting down to business. Musashi smiled charmingly but kept his eyes on the demons face stopping an appropriate distance from him. "You're not one of my regular customers what brings you here" Musashi leaned in slightly bringing himself dangerously close "demon?"
A sharp slash of a smile made its way across his face and a slight rumbling laugh came from him. "Interesting," he murmured "How did you know?"
Musashi edged a little closer purposefully allowing his eyes to dip just slightly. "I felt your master sniffing around the other night, I didn't appreciate it. I was otherwise occupied at that moment and didn't want to be intruded on. I assume that is why you are here."
The man just shrugged his shoulders the grin still in place as he reached out and grabbed Musashi's upper arm tugging him closer. Musashi allowed himself to be pulled closer but he tensed prepared to fight as the man leaned over him. "That is why I'm here but how about we become otherwise occupied as well."
Musashi for the first time let a vicious smirk to form on his mouth, putting his hand flat on the demons chest he leaned forward looking up into his eyes. "Demon, you don't know what your implying."
Between them a small blue glow began to form followed closely by the smell of burning flesh. The demon grunted and shoved him away bringing his hand up to cover the hand shaped burn in his chest.
"Fucking trash." He snarled reaching for Musashi, Musashi smiled and almost allowed himself to chuckle when the demon jerked his hand back, the arm covered in dozens of small thin slices that leaked blood.
The demon looked down at his arm than back at Musashi who stood slightly slouched one hand in a pocket the other hanging limply at his side. The demon snarled showing teeth, the temperature taking a sudden jump. "You're a goddamn angel."
Musashi pierced his lips in fake concentration, "Not really but something like that." He replied. "Now get the hell out of my club, I don't want you bottom dwellers sniffing around anymore."
The demon snarled but suddenly stiffened than in an oddly jerky manner began to make his way back towards the door. Musashi sighed in relief; thankfully his hope that the devil had been observing the confrontation was correct, otherwise the demon would have surely have attacked him and he may have had to give himself away.
Musashi begin to turn but was suddenly roughly slammed against the concrete wall of the club. Groaning Musashi pushed himself around to see Hiruma leaning over him. One arm propped against the wall above his head, the other holding his rifle as he smiled down at him.
Hiruma roughly grabbed Musashi's mohawk jerking his head back to stair straight into his eyes. Hiruma's teeth flashed in the low light as he stared down at him, "I'm going to have to punish you for the way you flirted with him."
Musashi stared wide eyed at Hiruma, his mouth open slightly, his body locked in place by the look in the devils eye. A wash of lust and panic swept through his veins as he silently wondered if he would survive.