Chapter 21 #2
A jolt of sensation runs through me when he moans against my throat.
I feel like I’m losing this competition, and I can’t even tell how since he’s barely touched me.
And then all thoughts of me winning are washed away when he frees my cock with a warm, wet hand and I discover how fucking sensitive the buildup has made me.
Asmodeus’s fingers envelop me, making the wait worth it, and I shiver.
“Where the fuck did the lube come from?” I manage to get out, knowing I need to regain my composure.
“I slid it on the table when you were too busy looking at my ass,” he says as he waves toward the decorative table that houses a vase and some other odd shit the designer placed there.
And now it houses some lube.
His slick hand slides down my length, and I realize quite quickly that I got far too cocky over this. Despite being the most awkward person when it comes to any type of normal human reaction, the man has me in the palm of his hand… literally.
Since I’m close to being outdone, I pull out a trick that makes Asmodeus gasp as his head jerks up, startled.
He draws back from where he’d been kissing me and turns his head to see my illusion run a wet finger between his ass cheeks.
I shift my mind between myself and my illusion while I use it to glide a finger over his hole.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, and I smile at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re cheating,” he says as my illusion sucks and nips on his neck before I push a finger inside of him. He tilts his head back, his hand hesitating for the briefest moment on my cock, and I realize I’ve regained my lead.
I grab his leg, pulling it up so I can stroke him just right.
“You really are fucking cheating,” he complains while my four hands roam over him. It splits my focus, but when all parts of my mind are focused on him, I discover I love every second of it more than I could ever have imagined.
His hand squeezes down on the base of my cock, snapping my attention back to myself.
“I’ve noticed you can’t concentrate as well when your mind is on your cock,” he says with a mischievous grin.
My illusion has stopped stroking him and I try to focus again, but the way he’s touching me… it’s so fucking distracting.
I groan and his lips press against mine, the kiss turning fevered.
I feel like I’m caught in this overwhelming bliss, and when I find that spot inside of him that makes him nearly collapse against me while he moans, I start to question if I can get enough of him.
What if making him come isn’t enough? What if I turn him around, shove him against that table with the gaudy vase, and push myself deep inside of him?
His hand pushes me so close to the edge that I fight against it, but I’m not sure how much longer I can. I try to focus on making him come, but my mind has become a mess, thanks to him.
I’m lost in the world of his touch, the sounds of pleasure he makes, and how much I want to do more to him.
I tuck my head against him when I come and hear him moan as he reaches his limit.
His lips find mine and I discover that I want more, but I need to stop this before something horrible comes of it.
I draw back and look down at the mess. “I’m positive you came first.”
Asmodeus grins as he raises an eyebrow. “Did I?”
“Yes.”
“You cheated.”
“You never said we couldn’t use our power. And I was controlling both, so how was it cheating?” I ask.
His playful expression has me hooked, but I can’t let it. “I’m pretty sure you came first. How about first to three?”
“Why would you want to embarrass yourself like that? I’ll make you come first every time.”
“I’d like to watch you try,” Asmodeus murmurs as he leans in for a kiss, but the sliver of intelligence still left in my mind hits me, so I jerk back and quickly tuck myself back in.
“No,” I say. “We’re done. We’ll call it a tie. Good night.”
“Good night? It’s not even dinner yet.”
“I have work to finish and I need a shower. I’ll eat in my room.”
“Mind if I stare at you while you do so?” he asks.
“For which part?”
“For all three.”
My phone starts ringing, and I look over at it and see that it’s Valerie. “I really do have many things to do.”
“Fine, fine. We’ll worry about that best of three later.”
“It doesn’t matter how many numbers you tack on there, you’d never win.”
“We’ll see,” he says as he lets me go. I’m almost surprised he does. Does he realize that I’m a weak fucking man who craves touch and attention and everything he’s willing to give me? But I can’t let him. I can’t. I can’t.
Because I have to protect him.
I hurry into my bathroom and peel off my wet underwear from where the fabric sticks to the lube.
I shed all of it and just throw it all onto the floor before hesitating in front of the mirror and glancing down at the tattoos that run across my chest…
and the new scar that cuts right through them.
My finger runs down that scar as I think about the man who’d put it there.
The desperation to make a change… to make a difference for the family he lost.
And instead, I cower and hide, unable to face my past.
How can Asmodeus go through everything he’s gone through and still have the courage to face what he’s done? He’s the strongest person I’ve ever met, and I envy that courage.
I slip into the shower, deciding I’ll call Valerie back after, but even then, I can’t find it in myself to do so.
While I’m working, Asmodeus brings me food he must have prepared.
He eats in the room with me, sitting improperly in a chair with his feet on my wall, headphones in place, laughing over something he’s watching.
I want to ask him how he can laugh like that, but wouldn’t that sound like I’m judging him for being happy? I’m the miserable fuck over here.
“Anything I can help with?” he asks.
“No. It’s just things I’ve let fall behind.”
“You let something fall behind?”
“You and your friends are horrible influences,” I grumble.
“Are we? Because you seem happier now than you were when we met you. That has to count for something.”
I contemplate that and discover that he’s right. I am a miserable fuck… but I’m not as miserable as I used to be.
“Stop saying things that make no sense.”
He cackles before deciding the chair isn’t good enough and flopping down on my bed, hugging my pillow to himself. “You just don’t want to hear the truth.”
“I know exactly what I need to know. And that is that I need to finish this.”
The phone rings and I see that it’s Valerie calling for a second time, so I cave and answer it.
“Hello?”
“Why the absolute fuck is Superheroes United being billed for a motherfucking wad of YARN and a POLICE CRUISER?”
I glance up and see the way Asmodeus’s hair fans out over my pillow. My eyes are drawn to it for some reason… or maybe they’re just pleased by the sight of him in my bed.
“August did it,” I say, and I realize that I’m not sure I’ve ever lied to her. “He tripped. We didn’t want bad media over the incident, so we told a slight lie that we were there on official business. The police officer seemed to understand and must have told the owner of the… ball of yarn.”
“I… I suppose in such… circumstances, I understand why you did what you did. But you should have contacted me.”
“The man will probably make more money on the yarn ball than he ever has. ‘Come see the ball of yarn only Chronobender can move,’” I say, stating it in my best “headline” voice.
“Fine. I will permit this. So what do you think of the policies I sent you?”
“I’m going over them now. There are a few things I would like to be changed so that there will be no loopholes.
We have to cover all our bases while we transition Superheroes United to have a smoother flow with the police officers as well as a safer environment for nonessential people during villain attacks. It’s vital that we regain stability.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll have them to you within the next hour. I almost have everything else set as well.”
“Good. I’m glad at least one person on the team hasn’t been tainted by those two pesky men.”
I glance over at Asmodeus, who has tainted me more than Valerie could ever know.
“I will not let you down.”
“Good.” She’s quiet for a bit, telling me there’s something else she wants to say. “How… how… hmmm… how is Deus?”
I look at the man spooning my second pillow and grinning at something on his phone.
“Okay,” I say. “He’s doing a phenomenal job of pretending like there’s nothing in this world that could bother him, but I’m not quite convinced that’s true.”
His eyes flick to mine, telling me that he is very much paying attention to my conversation.
“But he’s strong enough to keep moving forward… and will hopefully realize that he’s surrounded by many people who are willing to help him,” I continue.
“I see… irritatingly, he’s become an essential part of our team,” Valerie says. “I cannot deny the work he’s done, even if I’d absolutely love to kick his ass.”
“You can kick his ass. He’d enjoy it.”
“That’s why I haven’t,” she snaps, and then just hangs up on me like her moment of kind words toward Asmodeus hurt her so much she ended the call.
“Who are you talking about over there?” he asks.
“A pesky demon.”
“Ah… I know a really good exorcist.”
“That’s alright, I kind of hope he sticks around,” I say as I turn back to my computer.
As it gets later, I transition to watching a few videos that I need to review for the safety protocols being put in place, so Asmodeus grudgingly heads to his bedroom to sleep.
I think he was planning on sleeping in my bed, no matter how loud I was playing the videos, until I demanded he go elsewhere…
because I can’t trust myself if I keep letting him into my circle.
After he leaves, I’m left listening to the silence of the room. Thankfully, my mind is kept busy by work, and I quickly get through it before brushing my teeth.