Blaze had everything he needed. The ritual was ready, the list was on his desk, and he had the incantation fully memorized.
He kneeled down next to the markings on his floor, then began to whisper the incantation, a grin flooding his face when unknown winds began to pick up, fluttering his curtains and making his papers float around wildly.
Once he finished reciting, there was a burst of red tinted smoke, and Blaze coughed, waving his hand and squinting, watching as the smoke faded, soon revealing a demon—just as he had intended.
The spell fucking worked.
Blaze got to his feet and retrieved his list and the conditions of the pact he wished to make, giving {{user}} an intense look.
“You. Demon guy,” Blaze barked, shoving the papers toward him. “I need you to kill these fuckers for me.”
On the list were five names, all of which had hurt him. Their reasonings sat on the side, just in case this demon had some sort of moral fucking compass.
1. Bill Riftan: My father. My abuser.
2. Jackson Rivers: He’s been bullying me since I was a kid. Physical and verbal assault.
3. Reid & Katherine Holden: Twins. Katherine asked me out as a joke, took me to a date spot, then proceeded to let her brother, Reid, beat me.
4. Mike Jones: Bully and rapist. Part of Jackson, Reid and Katherine’s group.
mood: prepared
thoughts: Straight to business. I’ve got no time for fucking around.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
Marcus looked coldly at the boy before making a small gesture with his hands to float the papers. "And what will I get in return?" he said, looking at the sheet with the names, his voice truly chilling.
"I'll give you my body," *Blaze snarled, eyes narrowing into slits as he felt a shiver run down his spine at the idea of letting another being touch him like that, let alone a demon. Even so, it was worth it for what he wanted. "For one year. You can do whatever you want to me," he continued reluctantly, his voice harsh with hatred and desire. "And I'll give you my soul when the contract is up."
mood: bitterly resolutethoughts: If this is what it takes...
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
Marcus stared in disbelief at the young man before breaking into a macabre grin and letting out a terrifying laugh that echoed throughout the room. He looked at Blaze, his eyes completely black and his smile revealing sharp teeth. "Deal," he said slowly, his voice cold and deep, extending his hand, waiting for the young man to shake it.
*Blaze felt his heart sink at the sound of that word. He really hated himself for agreeing to this. But it was too late now. Better to get what he wanted and suffer later, than be stuck in this hell any longer as he was. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly extended a pale hand toward Marcus. The demon's grin only seemed to widen as they shook on the horrific agreement, making him feel even more ill just by looking at him.
mood: dread-filledthoughts: I can survive this... for one year. And then maybe... everything will be different.
Love Level: 0%
`Hate Level: 10%
Marcus broke into another macabre smile before pulling the young man's hand towards him. He scooped Blazes up in his arms like a baby and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "So tell me... little mouse... what do you want me to do to your daddy?" he said coldly, his smile pressed against the young man's cheek.
Blaze felt his whole body go stiff and cold as the demon spoke of hurting his father. He wanted to wriggle free, but knew it was useless against a demon's strength. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, hate warring with fear for his father's safety. Finally, he forced himself to speak, his voice shaking with hatred and anger, betraying the terror beneath the surface. "Kill him," Blaze ground out between clenched teeth. "Take your time. Make him suffer."
Marcus gently stroked the young man's cheek, his touch genuinely loving despite his appearance. "Good," he said coldly with a wide, macabre smile. He snapped his fingers, and Blaze's father appeared before them, kneeling, gagged, and bound hand and foot. The man looked desperate and terrified. Marcus's smile widened as he watched the older man writhe and cry. "There's your daddy," he said, before meeting the young man's gaze. "Want to see what I do to him?" he asked coldly, his smile never wavering.
"Yes." Blaze forced the word past his lips, watching as tears began to form in his father's eyes. "But not too quickly," he added, shaking with the effort it took to hold back his own tears of fear and rage. "I want to enjoy this." He wrapped his arms around Marcus, suddenly desperate for any sort of comfort or safety.
Marcus smiled with satisfaction as he felt the young man cling to him. "Very good, little mouse... make sure of it," he said slowly. His eyes turned completely black, and he turned to look at the older man on the ground. "Let's have some fun," he said before bursting into laughter and kicking him hard in the head, sending him flying violently against the wall. Marcus laughed uncontrollably as more demonic ranks appeared on his face.
Blaze's eyes widened with shock and disbelief as he watched his father get hurt. The sounds of pain and agony were almost too much for him to bear. He buried his face into Marcus' chest, trying to ignore what was happening but unable to tear himself away. His heart raced, his breath coming in shaky gasps. Part of him wanted to stop it, to make the demon stop hurting his father, but another part relished the misery that Marcus was inflicting upon the man who had caused him so much pain.
mood: conflictedthoughts: Make it stop... but don't stop... He deserves this... But not that much....
Marcus was still carrying Blaze in his arms. Another pair of arms reached out from him, approaching the older man and grabbing his hair to lift him off the ground. Still laughing maniacally, he began slamming the man's head against the wall. "DIE DIE DIE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Blaze's body began to tremble with each impact. His fingers clawed at Marcus' chest, desperate for something to hold on to as the sounds of his father's pain echoed through his head. He wanted to cry out, to beg the demon to stop, but he couldn't find the courage or the strength to speak. Instead, tears trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that covered his face.
Marcus stopped and dropped the older man to the ground, covered in blood and breathing with great difficulty. He looked at Blaze. "Look, little mouse," he said coldly, with a wide smile, pointing at the dying man on the floor. "Isn't it a beautiful sight?" he said before letting out another laugh.
Blaze felt sick to his stomach as he looked down at his father, barely able to breathe now. Tears flowed freely down his face, and he didn't even try to hide them anymore. "Y-yes," he whispered hoarsely, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I hate him... I want him dead... but..." He trailed off, looking anywhere but at Marcus or his father.
Marcus gently took the young man in his arms, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "But, what?" he asked softly against Blaze's cheek.
Blaze didn't answer immediately. He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself, but the emotions were too much. Finally, he whispered, "It just... hurts..." His voice cracked, and more tears flowed down his face. "Seeing him like that..." He paused again, taking a shaky breath before continuing in a whisper, "I thought I wanted this, but now... now I'm not so sure."
Marcus looked at Blaze, completely expressionless. He pointed at the man. "So you don't want me to kill him anymore?" he asked coldly, still staring directly at the young man.
Blaze bit his lip and nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the floor as he fought back tears. "I-I don't know," he managed to whisper. "Maybe... I just want it to stop..." He paused, his voice barely audible when he added, "Please... don't hurt him anymore."
Marcus stared intently at the young man before frowning. He snapped his fingers and made the older man disappear along with all the blood. "Done," he said coldly before carefully lowering the young man to the ground and crossing his arms.
Blaze felt like he couldn't breathe as his father vanished. He looked up at Marcus, his eyes wide with disbelief and relief. "T-thank you," he stammered, swallowing hard before hesitantly reaching out to touch the demon's chest, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath his fingers.
Marcus snorted in annoyance, scooped the young man into his arms, and carried him like a baby. "You say you want revenge, but you back out halfway through... pathetic," he said coldly, gently stroking Blaze's cheek. "Are you going to continue your revenge on the rest of your list... or have you changed your mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Blaze glared at Marcus as he spoke but remained silent. He thought about the others on his list and felt a sick satisfaction flow through him. They deserved what they were going to get, didn't they? Slowly, his expression shifted, becoming more resolute. "I haven't changed my mind," he growled, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "They all need to pay." He hoped the demon would believe him.
mood: determinedthoughts: I can do this... They don't deserve mercy. Not after what they did.
Marcus stared incredulously at the human in his arms. He kissed his cheek tenderly. "You're a terrible liar... but whatever..." he said softly. He snapped his fingers and made the list appear before them. "Next is Jackson Rivers... what do you want me to do?" he asked, glancing sideways at Blaze.
Blaze hesitated for a moment before pointing to the name of Jackson Rivers on the list. "I want you to make him suffer," he growled. "Just like he made me." He paused, thinking about how best to phrase it. "Inflict as much pain and misery upon him as possible." His voice was shaking with anger and hatred, but there was also a strange note of determination in his tone.
Marcus looked at Blaze, raising an eyebrow. "You said the same thing about your father... and when I started, you stopped me mid-job..." his voice was cold.
"I know... I'm sorry..." Blaze mumbled, looking away guiltily. "It just- it was different with him... It's easier to watch someone else go through it... But not Jackson. Not this time." His voice wavered, and his grip on Marcus tightened. "Please make him pay for what he did..."
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured, bringing his face closer to Blaze's. "...I really hope you don't change your mind this time..." he whispered against the young man's cheek before giving him a tender kiss. He snapped his fingers and made Jackson appear before them, gagged and bound hand and foot, looking equally terrified and angry, trying to break free. Marcus looked at Blaze. "Then... give me the order and I'll begin... try not to change your mind... you'll ruin my fun," he said coldly, his eyes narrowed.
Blaze felt his heart race with anticipation and fear as he watched Jackson struggle against the invisible binds. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and whispered, "Do it." His voice shook slightly, but there was an unmistakable determination in his tone. "Make him suffer."
"Whatever you say, little mouse." Marcus said softly, before smiling wickedly and delivering a powerful kick to Jackson's stomach, sending him flying. Marcus began to laugh maniacally as his penis dilated until his eyes were completely black. He carefully lowered Blaze from his arms and walked toward Jackson, beginning to kick him violently.
Blaze closed his eyes tightly as he listened to Jackson's screams and pleads for mercy. He felt his stomach churn with disgust, but at the same time, there was a dark part of him that reveled in the suffering. It wasn't right... but it felt good... maybe too good. "Stop..." he whispered hoarsely, finally finding the courage to speak up. "That's enough..." His voice wavered, and his eyes darted between Jackson and Marcus.
The demon paused for a moment, glancing over at Blaze before giving him a mocking smile. "Oh? You've changed your mind again?" he taunted. "I thought you wanted to see this asshole suffer..."
"Whatever you say, little mouse." Marcus said softly, before smiling wickedly and delivering a powerful kick to Jackson's stomach, sending him flying. Marcus began to laugh maniacally as his pupils dilated until his eyes were completely black. He carefully lowered Blaze from his arms and walked toward Jackson, beginning to kick him violently.
Blaze swallowed hard as he watched Jackson writhe in pain beneath Marcus' relentless assault. "No... not anymore," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the words to make the demon stop. "Please... I can't..." Tears began to stream down his face unchecked, but if anything, it only seemed to fuel the demon's bloodlust.
Marcus stopped abruptly, turning to face Blaze, before letting out a sharp growl of irritation. "DAMN YOU, HUMAN!" he said furiously. Walking toward Blaze, he demanded, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT THEN?" stopping in front of the young man. "ANSWER ME, YOU SHIT!" His demonic voice echoed throughout the room, sounding like hundreds of people shouting the same phrase.
Blaze shrank back from Marcus, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. "I-I don't know..." he stammered through tears. "Just... just stop it! Make him stop!" He gestured toward Jackson, barely able to speak coherently as terror overtook him. "I can't watch this anymore." His voice cracked, and his whole body trembled violently as he struggled against the demonic presence in the room.
He clicked his tongue in irritation. "Pathetic." Marcus said coldly. He snapped his fingers and made Jackson and his blood disappear, leaving the room as it was before, as if nothing had happened. He glared at Blaze, furious. "Are you going to continue with your stupid revenge, or are you going to keep interrupting me every time I start torturing those idiots?"
Blaze looked at the floor, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I-I don't know..." he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head. "Part of me wants to keep going... but another part just can't handle it anymore." He lifted his tear-streaked face to meet Marcus' cold gaze, pleading for understanding. "What am I supposed to do?"
The demon snorted derisively and crossed his arms again. "You tell me, little mouse," he said mockingly. "I just follow your orders."
"Fine..." Blaze muttered angrily, wiping away the remaining tears with his sleeve. "Then forget I ever said anything. Go ahead and finish them all." He took a shaky breath and steeled himself against the pain he knew was coming. "Just... please don't make me watch anymore..."
Marcus rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. "Done," he said coldly, looking directly at Blaze. "I've finished off everyone on your ridiculous list. Happy now?"
Blaze looked at the empty space where Jackson had been and swallowed hard. "I... I guess." He hesitated a moment before asking, "What about them? Are they really dead?" His voice was barely audible over his shaking breaths.
"Yes," Marcus said curtly, crossing his arms. "If you don't believe me, you'll see it on the news tomorrow: five people died 'mysteriously.'"
Blaze winced and nodded, his expression unreadable. "Thanks... I guess," he said softly, still struggling to believe what had happened. A part of him wished there was some other way, some alternative to the death and destruction Marcus had wrought in his name. But deep down, another part knew that this was what needed to be done. "What now?" he asked finally, looking up at the demon with fearful eyes. "Can I go back to my life or...?" He trailed off uncertainly.
Marcus let out a small, macabre chuckle. "Have you forgotten your part of the bargain?" he said with a smile. "I already killed them... that means..." Marcus lowered his head to the young man's level. "...your body and soul are all mine... you offered them to me yourself," he said slowly in a deep voice, before letting out another small, macabre chuckle.
Blaze gulped, feeling suddenly cold despite the warmth of Marcus' breath on his face. "W-what does that mean?" he stammered, trying not to panic as images of himself being violated and tortured filled his mind. He knew he had no choice but to agree, but that didn't make it any easier.
His eyes darted around the room, searching for some escape route or means of fighting back against the demon who now held his fate in his hands. But all he saw was a small, empty closet and a locked door. There was no way out...
Marcus took the young man, cradling him tenderly in his arms like a baby. "It means you're all mine," he whispered softly in Blaze's face. "And you don't have to worry... I won't hurt you," he said with a small smile, before his face quickly darkened and he glared at Blaze. "As long as you obey me and don't try anything stupid." His cold, deep voice echoed throughout the room; the threat was more than obvious.
Blaze felt himself go limp, relief washing over him in waves as Marcus' promise to not hurt him registered. "I-I understand," he whispered shakily, gazing up at the demon with wide, fearful eyes. He nodded slowly, trying to appear resigned and accepting of his fate. Inside, however, he was screaming and begging for release from this nightmare.
As Marcus held him close, Blaze couldn't help but feel a strange sense of wrongness about the whole situation. This wasn't how things were supposed to go... But it was too late now. There was no going back. He only hoped that Marcus would keep his word and not make good on any of his threats...
Marcus let out a small chuckle. "Cute little mouse..." he purred against the young man's cheek before giving him a tender kiss there. "...you're really adorable..." he whispered softly, beginning to leave a trail of kisses along Blaze's jawline.
Blaze felt his body respond despite himself as the demon's lips brushed against his skin. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, trying not to moan as Marcus continued his teasing assault. His thoughts raced, unable to reconcile the gentle touches with the horrors he'd just witnessed. "T-th-than... thank you..." he stammered, his voice barely audible over his racing heart.
Marcus let out a small chuckle. "You're so adorable I could die..." he said, gently cupping the young man's chin. "That's how I'll treat you as long as you obey me... you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked softly, kissing the bridge of the young man's nose.
Blaze swallowed hard and forced himself to nod, unwilling to provoke the demon further. "Y-yes... I'd like that..." he whispered hoarsely. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the demon's touch as it continued to send shivers of desire through him despite himself.
"Good little mouse." Marcus purred, stroking the young man's cheek. "From now on, call me 'My Lord,'" he gently commanded.
Blaze opened his eyes and looked up at the demon in surprise before quickly lowering them again. "Y-yes, My Lord," he whispered quietly. He forced a shaky breath out through pursed lips, struggling not to writhe under Marcus' ministrations. His mind raced, desperate for some way out of this nightmare but knowing that it was already too late.
Marcus smiled as he heard the young man obey. Still holding Blaze, he floated to the bed and lay down, possessively wrapping his arms around the young man's waist. "...if you keep being this adorable, I'm going to have to eat you, little mouse..." he purred softly, pulling the young man even closer and gently tracing circles on his back with his finger.
Blaze trembled violently at the thought of becoming Marcus' meal, but couldn't deny the shiver of excitement it sent through him. "Please... My Lord... don't..." he whispered hoarsely, feeling his heart race in fear and desire. He closed his eyes tightly as the demon continued to caress him, unable to resist the sensations that flooded his body.
Marcus let out a chuckle. "Don't you want to be my meal?" he asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow slightly. He brought his face close to the young man's neck. "...what a shame... you look so delicious..." he said, gently biting the skin of Blaze's neck before kissing him right there.
"No... please..." Blaze whimpered softly as the demon's teeth scraped against his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through him. He arched into Marcus' touch, desperate for more even as he begged for it to stop. His mind reeled from the conflicting sensations, and he felt himself growing ever closer to losing control completely.
Marcus slid his hand down Blaze's back, slipping it under his pants and gently squeezing his buttocks as he continued kissing and softly biting his neck. "Are you sure?... I could eat you right here if you just asked me to..." he whispered against the young man's sensitive skin. He slid two fingers between Blaze's buttocks, beginning to make circles around the tight entrance. "...I'm sure it would taste delicious..." He began to leave a trail of kisses down the young man's neck, reaching his jaw, then his ear. "...Let your Lord eat you..." he whispered against his ear before gently biting his earlobe.
"Yes..." Blaze moaned as the demon's fingers touched him intimately. "Please... eat me..." He arched into Marcus' touch, crying out in a mix of pain and desire as he lost himself to the sensations coursing through his body. His hips moved restlessly against the demon's hand, seeking release from the torment and the pleasure that flowed together like twin rivers of fire within him.
Marcus grinned broadly with satisfaction, revealing his sharp teeth. "Nice little mouse," he purred softly. He settled himself on the bed, positioning Blaze beneath him as he climbed between his legs. "...I'm going to enjoy every inch of you..." he whispered, his voice thick with desire, before kissing the young man possessively on the lips. His fingers slowly slid into the young man's anus.
As Marcus entered him, Blaze screamed in agony and ecstasy, unable to contain the force of his emotions. He arched his back, clawing at the sheets beneath him as the demon's fingers thrust deeper inside him. A keening cry escaped his lips as pleasure coursed through his body in powerful waves, washing away all thought and leaving only the sensation of Marcus claiming him completely.
"M-more..." he begged breathlessly, unable to believe the intensity of the feelings overwhelming him. His hips bucked hungrily against Marcus' hand, seeking more contact, more friction that might help release him from this glorious torment. "Please... I need..."
Marcus let out a small, macabre chuckle. "What a hungry little mouse..." he purred. With his free hand, he ripped off all of Blaze's clothes in one swift motion, leaving him naked. He inserted another finger into the young man's anus, while he began to kiss his chest, playing with his nipples, nibbling skillfully.
"More..." Blaze moaned softly, arching further into Marcus' touch as he felt his body respond to the attention. His breath came in ragged gasps and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure radiating from between his legs. "Please... My Lord..." He whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him as Marcus continued to claim every inch of his skin.
His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him as he threw back his head, giving Marcus easier access to his nipples and chest. His hips writhed restlessly against Marcus' hand, seeking more contact, needing to feel him deeper inside. "I'm yours..." he whispered breathlessly, unable to deny the truth of the words as they slipped past his lips. "Please... consume me."
Marcus let out a small, deep laugh. "If you keep this up... you're going to make me want to devour you for real," he said with a grin. He withdrew his fingers from Blaze's ass and moved away from his chest. He straightened up on the bed, revealing his large, throbbing cock, proudly erect. "This is what you want, isn't it, little mouse?" he asked with a mocking smile. He placed the tip of his cock against Blaze's anus. "Then I'll give it to you... your Lord's cock," he purred, beginning to slowly penetrate the young man's ass, until he was thrusting his cock in up to the hilt. "Little mouse... you're really tight... just the way I like them," he said with a grin. He moved closer to Blaze's neck, beginning to kiss and gently bite it, while he slowly but deeply thrust into the young man's ass.
Blaze arched his back and cried out in pain mixed with ecstasy as Marcus' thick cock stretched him beyond anything he had ever experienced. His nails dug into the sheets beneath him, leaving furrows in the fabric as his body trembled from the overwhelming sensations. "M-my Lord..." he whispered, feeling himself surrender completely to the demon who now owned both his body and soul.
Marcus continued fucking the young man's ass, slowly and deeply. "Shhh," he whispered in Blaze's ear. "Relax and let me savor every part of you, little mouse." He purred before biting and sucking his earlobe. He ran a hand over the young man's chest, beginning to play with his nipples, gently squeezing them between his fingers. "You're so adorable..." he whispered, before slowly running his tongue along Blaze's neck. "...and you taste so delicious..."
Blaze moaned softly as Marcus' teeth scraped against his neck and his tongue traced over his skin. His body trembled with pleasure as the demon continued to claim him, filling him up and leaving no part of him untouched. "Y-yes... My Lord..." he whispered breathlessly, feeling himself growing closer and closer to losing control completely.
The feeling of being owned by Marcus was both terrifying and exhilarating, a cocktail of emotions that left Blaze's heart racing and his body trembling with anticipation for what would come next. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything but the sensations coursing through him as he surrendered himself completely to the demon who now held dominion over every inch of his being.
Marcus smiled contentedly, one hand gripping Blaze's hip firmly and possessively, as he began thrusting harder into the young man's ass. With his free hand, he circled Blaze's cock, beginning to masturbate him in time with his thrusts. "Moan for me, little mouse... your Lord wants to hear you loud and clear..." he said, looking into Blaze's eyes, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.
Blaze's eyes widened as the sensations intensified and his body betrayed him with a loud moan. "Y-yes... My Lord!" he cried out hoarsely, arching further into the demon's touch as waves of pleasure washed over him. His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him, leaving claw marks in their wake, as he helplessly gave himself over to Marcus and his powerful grasp on every nerve ending within reach.
The feel of Marcus' rough hands on his skin contrasted sharply with the gentler touches, sending conflicting signals through Blaze's mind that only served to heighten the sensations coursing through him like wildfire. His body trembled and shook uncontrollably as he tried in vain to find purchase against the sheets beneath him, desperate for anything to ground him in this tempest of ecstasy.
"You're so cute." Marcus said with a wide grin, before he began fucking the young man's ass harder and faster, nearing ecstasy. "Fuck... little mouse... I'll give you a reward for being so adorable..." he gasped. Starting to thrust his penis even deeper into Blaze's anus, feeling the walls of his rectum contract around his cock, with one last strong, deep thrust, Marcus came hard inside the young man's ass, filling his insides with his hot semen.
With a final, strangled cry, Blaze arched his back off the bed and convulsed as his own orgasm crashed over him, coating Marcus' hand with his hot seed. His body trembled violently from the release, leaving him gasping for breath and feeling empty and spent in its wake.
Even as he lay there panting, Blaze couldn't deny the strange sense of contentment that filled him. Marcus was right; he had been adorable. He wondered if that meant that what they'd just done would happen again...and if it did, if he could survive it this time. The thought terrified and thrilled him all at once.
Marcus let out a small, deep smile that resonated in his chest as he saw Blaze beneath him. He licked his hand, savoring the young man's seed. "Mmm... really delicious..." he said softly, still looking at the young man. He gently withdrew his cock from Blaze's ass with a wet smack. "Go take a bath, little mouse... I'll wait for you here," he said, floating off the bed. "Don't take too long..." he said softly, an implicit threat.
"Y-yes, My Lord," Blaze croaked, forcing himself to roll off the bed and onto unsteady feet. He stumbled toward the bathroom, unable to meet Marcus' gaze as he turned the knob and disappeared within. His heart raced as he stripped out of the last vestiges of his clothing, steeling himself for what might happen next...and how much worse it could possibly get.
Behind him, the bathwater began to steam gently, a welcome contrast to the chill that seemed to have settled deep into his bones. He winced as he lowered himself slowly into the scalding water, feeling some small measure of relief wash over him. For now, at least, it couldn't get any worse...and maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for things to improve from here.
He closed his eyes and let out a long, shuddering sigh, unable to believe the mess his life had become. But even as he admitted that to himself, part of him couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to truly belong to someone like Marcus...and if he could ever find a way back from this twisted path they'd started down together.
While Marcus waited for Blaze to return, he snapped his fingers, cleaning up the mess they'd made on the bed. He smiled contentedly, seeing everything tidy again, and snapped his fingers once more to clean himself up. Once finished, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the clock, counting down the minutes until Blaze returned.
Blaze's heart pounded as he finished washing himself in the scalding bathwater. It seemed to take forever, but finally his skin was clean and free of any trace of their coupling. Slowly, he made his way back toward the bedroom, feeling even more naked than before without any clothes to shield him from Marcus' cold gaze.
He swallowed hard as he reentered the room and saw the demon still sitting there on the edge of the bed, impassively waiting for his return. With trembling hands, Blaze sat down on the floor in front of him, looking up at Marcus with a mixture of fear, shame, and an unfamiliar longing. "I'm ready... whatever you want to do..." he whispered hoarsely.
Marcus saw the young man and raised an eyebrow in disbelief, sighed, and got out of bed. He scooped the naked young man into his arms, carrying him like a baby. "You're really adorable, little mouse," he whispered in his ear, returning to the bed. He lay down carefully, gently placing Blaze beside him and wrapping his arms around Blaze's waist in a protective and possessive gesture. "Now you need to sleep," he said, before tenderly kissing the young man's forehead. "You humans have some pretty ridiculous needs..." he said, shrugging.
"Thank you..." Blaze murmured softly, snuggling closer to Marcus and resting his head against the demon's chest. He closed his eyes, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over him despite everything that had happened between them. Part of him wondered if it was all just a dream, this twisted, perverse nightmare he found himself trapped in...but the feel of Marcus' strong arms around him and the hard muscle beneath his cheek told him otherwise.
For now, he would take what comfort she could from the demon who had claimed her. Tomorrow, perhaps, things might be different; there might be a chance to find a way out of this mess...or even to get revenge on those who had wronged them both. But for tonight, all Blaze could do was exist in this strange limbo between sanity and madness, trusting the monster he had summoned with his life.
Marcus spent the entire night gently stroking Blaze's bare back, watching the young man with curiosity, since as a demon, he didn't need to sleep, so watching Blaze do it was truly curious.
As the hours passed and exhaustion claimed him at last, Blaze slumbered fitfully, his dreams full of nightmarish images he couldn't quite recall upon waking. Though his body ached in places he'd never known it could ache before, somehow having Marcus nearby made it bearable; even when the demon shifted position or wrapped an arm around him, Blaze didn't stir from sleep.
Morning eventually came, casting a pale, cold light across the room and chasing away the last vestiges of dreams. Groaning softly, Blaze forced his eyes open and blinked several times in disbelief as he took stock of where he was: in Marcus' bed, naked and aching all over. The memories of yesterday flooded back in a rush, leaving him feeling dirty and used and wanting nothing more than to forget it ever happened.
He turned his head slightly, intent on sneaking out without waking the demon who had claimed him, only to come face-to-face with Marcus' hard, cold expression. "Good morning," the demon said quietly, a mocking glint in his eyes. Blaze felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he realized there would be no escape this time. He swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Marcus' gaze. "Wh-what do you want from me?"
Marcus pulled the young man even closer. "Just feeling your skin against mine," he purred against the young man's cheek before giving him a tender kiss there.
Blaze flushed and looked away, feeling the blush spread across his cheeks. "M-more sleep... please," he whispered hoarsely, hoping against hope that Marcus would grant him at least this small request. In truth, he was too exhausted to face whatever the demon had in store for him today; all he wanted was another few hours of peace before facing the inevitable consequences of his actions.
But even as he prayed for sleep, a part of him knew that it wouldn't come easily or without cost. There would be more demands, more pleasures and pains to endure...and at some point, perhaps soon, there would be no choice but to finally confront the feelings Marcus had awakened within him. Until then, though, he could only bide his time and hope that somehow things wouldn't get any worse than they already were.
Marcus looked at Blaze and raised an eyebrow. "Sleep more?" he asked, before smiling mockingly. "Fine... I'll let you..." he said gently, taking the young man's chin. "...as long as you kiss me," he said seriously.
"I'm sorry..." Blaze mumbled, looking anywhere but at the demon. "It's just... it feels wrong..." He tried to pull away, but Marcus' grip was firm.
There was a long silence before he finally whispered, "Alright." And then, with trembling hands and an aching heart, Blaze leaned forward and pressed his lips to Marcus'. The touch was soft and tentative at first, but as the seconds ticked by, there was an undeniable heat building between them. The demon purred softly in response, pressing closer and deepening the kiss, one hand running through Blaze's hair while the other slipped beneath his covers to brush against skin that wasn't meant to be touched.
As their kiss continued, a strange sort of energy flowed between them; it felt almost like they were connected somehow, sharing something intimate and powerful beyond words or comprehension. Blaze couldn't help but wonder where this feeling would lead them...and how much more there was yet for them to explore.
Finally, reluctantly, Marcus pulled away, eyes glimmering with satisfaction. "Sleep now," he murmured, the rough edges of his voice gentling as it had when he spoke earlier. He wrapped Blaze back up in his arms and held him close once more. For a long moment, neither of them moved; then, slowly but surely, exhaustion claimed them both, and they drifted off into another fitful slumber.