Protecting a Demon
Getting good, extreme smut coming in the next chapter!
Hiruma cackled as he dragged Musashi by his Mohawk back to his office. "Fucking fed," Hiruma snarled after slamming the office door shut, "I'm tired of waiting" Hiruma stalked towards him his eyes burning with intent, his body moving in a manner that had Musashi's throat going dry. Hiruma stopped just a fraction of an inch in front of him, "Let me show you my room."
Musashi cleared his throat running his hand through his Mohawk. "Umm, well I figure you should be ok for a while and I have other cases to attend to so I should be getting to it." He finished lamely not meeting Hiruma's eyes as his heart beat in a panicked frenzy. There was a moment of tense silent before Hiruma walked over to his office door and calmly opened it. "Get the hell out."
Musashi paused, suddenly feeling guilty but Hiruma just looked past him staring at the far wall. Musashi sighed and slowly left the office, something in his heart was hurting but he knew he couldn't go back. It wasn't worth the risk, not for the both of them. Musashi trudged through the club his head hung low to avoid eye contact with anyone. The desire to stay got stronger and stronger with every step and by the time he exited the club he was barely able to move his feet.
The outside world had gone dark and gloomy. A thick fog was swirling across the ground clinging to everything like slime. A small drizzle had started, the water freezing counterpoints to the relatively warm air. Musashi stood outside the club, staring at the fog as it swirled and caressed his boots, water slowly seeped into his clothes and hair. Musashi's shoulders hurt and his muscles were quickly becoming stiff.
Musashi flinched when the door behind him was slammed open, Musashi saw it coming but it seemed wrong to dodge, he welcomed the pain as Rui's fist connected with his face. Musashi watched the sky as he flew; he had looked down on the world as he flew but had never been in the reversed situation.
Musashi coughed violently as the wind was knocked out of him but he was content to lie on the ground as the fog started to cover his body in its tendrils. Rui prevented him from trying to seek piece, his angry contorted face looming over him.
"What the hell did you do to Hiruma!" He snarled raising his fist in another threatening manner. Musashi raised his eyebrow in question as he carefully levered himself onto one elbow. "I didn't do anything to him, my job is done for now, I'm leaving."
Rui dived at Musashi grabbing his collar in both fists, straddling his hips. "You bastard! You can't just leave. Take responsibility for your actions!"
Musashi growled starting to get angry; with a snarl he shoved Rui switching their positions. "I am taking responsibility! For both our lives! Its better this way." Musashi rocked back as another punch landed square to his jaw.
"Don't be so fucking selfish!" Rui glared at him but he seemed to reign in his anger slightly, Musashi let his collar go as Rui settled his weight down on his arms. "Every demon has their vice, you goddman idiot, take a moment to thank about Hiruma and guess what his is."
Musashi's eyes widened and he settled back on his heels staring down at Rui in disbelief. "He liked you cop but he has no choice to move on, he won't survive if he doesn't delve into temptation. He already trusted you, he'll never say it but he definitely feels betrayed. He doesn't deserve that, for all the bluster he is a good guy."
Musashi ran his hand through his hair scowling down at Rui who reached up and dragged him down to eyelevel with his burning eyes. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Hiruma is at this moment, in that locked room of his, with another guy and by the end of the session that guy will fuck Hiruma and the whole time Hiruma's heart is going to be layered in more and more ice because you didn't stay for him."
With a snarl filled with pain and anger Musashi violently shoved Rui away from him, his mind going blank as a stalked towards the club. The heavy door fell in one swift violent kick. Musashi saw nothing as he rushed towards Hiruma's office; people scrambled to get out of his way, those who didn't were simply shoved past.
Musashi vaulted the stairs landing in Hiruma's office. Angrily he stalked towards the office but just before he touched it he paused and retracted his outstretched hand. With clenched teeth he backed away from the door. As calmly as he could he removed his shirt and holsters setting them on the couch, the entire time thoughts of what could be happening at that moment plaguing his mind, but there would be no more secrets.
Musashi groaned as the skin on his back started to split, blood leaking down his skin in rivulets. His breath came in agonized pants as his wings unfolded themselves from his skin. They clinked lightly as the feathers settled into place; light glinted off of detailed metal plates, each one unique, each one an individual feather, melded together to create two large sweeping wings, the longest feathers just a hairs breadth away from the floor. Their edges glinted, razor sharp, blood streaked across them. The blood slowed than stopped in moments, Musashi groaned taking a moment to flex his wings, the feathers sounding like wind chimes.
Musashi settled his wings than faced the door, his eyes glinting in determination. The first kick rattled the door, the hinges creaked and wood snapped. The second kick had the frame shattering, the door falling into the room with a heavy thud. Musashi stalked into the room with his wings slightly extended, wood splitting like butter where the walls came into contact with them.
Musashi paused just past the door way, slowly raising his eyes to take in the room beyond. His eyes immediately focused on Hiruma and the man in front of him. Musashi's heightened senses immediately identified that Hiruma had managed to find himself another demon to play with, that was so not happening.
Musashi was unaware of the smirk that stretched across his mouth. Cold damnation piercing the demon who kneeled on the ground a collar wrapped around his neck the leash held loosely in Hiruma's hand.
The demon's eyes snapped in anger, rising to his feet, Musashi didn't give him a chance to speak. Snapping his arm forward he clenched his hand around the demon's throat effortlessly lifting him off the ground, his hand clenching dangerously across the demons throat as his face turned purple.
"Musashi," The name was coldly demanding, an order, a decree. Musashi froze but didn't loosen his grip the demons eyes sparked confidence as it seemed Hiruma had come to his defense; Musashi didn't look at Hiruma but could feel his presence next to him. "Musashi, kill that bastard." Musashi laughed as the demons eyes bugged, Musashi dropped him on the floor, the demon was too scared move and Musashi didn't care. "Die you fucking scum." He snarled whipping his wings forward and slashing the edges down across the demon. His feathers sliced through the demon as if he was nonexistent. The remains of the demon went up in flame as dark blood dripped from his wings, splattering across the ground.
Musashi panted still not looking at Hiruma as he slowly settled his wings back into place, ignoring the blood that pooled on the ground underneath his feathers. Musashi shuttered as the adrenaline started to leave his body, making his muscles ache. He hutched over slightly, the weight from his wings an unaccustomed burden to his body.
"Musashi, get on your knees." Musashi didn't stop and think, he just dropped, raising his wings high above his head to keep the damage to the floor to a minimum. Musashi kept his eyes down as Hiruma circled in front of him, coming to a stop with his leather clad legs directly in front of Musashi's face.
Musashi flinched slightly as he sensed Hiruma reach out and run his finger down a metal feather. "How?"
The question was simple, straight forward, but the answer was every failure that Musashi had ever committed, every sin that plagued his soul, but he had already sworn to himself that he would not hide it anymore.
Hiruma moved his hand from Musashi's wing to his hair wrenching until Musashi was forced to look up at him, meeting his eyes with a fierce determination that Hiruma was not prepared for. Musashi stared directly into Hiruma's eyes as he divulged the secretes that had plague his soul. "I'm a fallen angel. Kicked out of heaven for a reason they weren't even willing to divulge to me. They ripped out my wings and left me to perish on earth." Musashi paused for a moment closing his eyes to keep Hiruma from seeing the pain of the memories. "But I didn't die; I was taken in by a family of Fae that found me, metal graphters. They healed my body and helped me find another purpose in life but not long after I joined the force I was assigned to investigate a recent strong of murders." Musashi's muscles tensed and his wings quivered, "Someone leaked the news of my involvement to the press, I didn't know, I went out that night, by the time I got back only the youngest was alive. She was broken and bleeding all over and while I shattered inside unable to decide what to do she calmly told me she had a present for me and as the last breath left her body she placed her hand on me and created my wings." Musashi laughed dryly, "But I caught the murderer, he never made it to jail though."
Hiruma's hand had gentled in his hair and Musashi watched as the gears turned in his head, clicking into place.
"And that's why you ran." He murmured
Musashi nodded brokenly, "Ya, I never made it to that particular sin. Sex is a little out of my realm."
Musashi's eyes widened as Hiruma slid onto his lap, straddling his hips. Hiruma cupped Musashi's chin in has hand, lifting his face slightly so he could fit their lips together. A wave of heat suddenly slammed into Musashi as Hiruma gently worked his mouth across Musashi's, his mouth warm and slightly damp against his own. But Musashi could feel the restraint, could feel the repressed desire, the leashed sin, and for some unknown reason Musashi wanted all of it, wanted all of it directed at him. Musashi groaned in Hiruma's mouth reaching up to pull him closer but Hiruma firmly stopped him, falling away from Musashi his eyes gone smoldering, a delicious sinful grin spreading across his face.
"Well I got good news for you fed. Having sex with me is extremely simple." Musashi shuddered only half listening as one of Hiruma's hand stroked across his chest. "Just do everything I fucking say, exactly how I tell you, and we'll finish your fall into corruption."
Musashi shuddered at the dark promise, licking his lips in anticipation; this was certainly going to be the most sinful act he had ever participated in.