Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
Onyx
My ass hurts from slipping in the shower, and I rub it gently with the towel as I dry off. This is fucking bullshit. Even the happy glow from coming is fading away too quickly.
So what if I think the psychotic murdering reaper is hot? Can’t a guy have some secrets?
He just appears wherever he wants to, and obviously has magical powers I’m not completely aware of. Hell, I remember he shoved my foot into my piss before I clonked my head on the fucking toilet. How much of my death was he responsible for?
“I can hear you thinking, Little Human!” Bane yells from the bedroom.
Sticking my tongue out, knowing he can’t see me with the partially closed door, I grumble under my breath as I start looking for a toothbrush and toothpaste. I don’t care if I’m dead. Oral care is important to me. If Bane’s sense of smell is strong, bad breath would be the kiss of death for me.
I snort in derision at the insanity of my thoughts, because they’re morbid and silly. However, Bane would definitely point out my less than fresh breath in the most cruel way possible.
Stupid hot fucking reaper. Ugh!
“Thank god…ah, the devil?” I ask myself as I find the essentials lined up in a cabinet. This is going to take some getting used to.
Opening a fresh toothbrush just makes me happy. What can I say? There’s even floss too. Bane growls under his breath from the next room because he thinks I’m pouting, while I simply roll my eyes.
He can suck it up while I brush my teeth. Mmmm. I love minty toothpaste. Brushing my tongue vigorously, I rinse my mouth out, jumping as Bane slams into the bathroom.
“Ow,” I groan. I managed to slam my head into the open medicine cabinet. I forgot to close it while I was snooping around.
“I see you’re putting more dents into your flesh suit, Little Human,” Bane observes. “Have you seriously been brushing your teeth for this long?”
“Yes,” I sigh, rinsing off my toothbrush with boiling hot water. It managed to fall into the sink. Gross. “I always brush several times a day.”
“It’s night though,” Bane says, smirking.
I swear, he’d argue with me over everything. The sky is red and not blue, Hell is cold not hot, give me a break already!
Glancing around the bathroom to make sure everything is in its place, I toss the towel into the hamper and walk naked into the bedroom. I can feel Bane’s heated gaze on my ass, and I make a point of clenching those muscles just for funsies.
I’m here, I’m dead, I can be a cock tease if I want to be. What is he going to do? Kill me again?
That’s not possible right?
“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” Bane growls.
Okay Mr. Growly-pants. Let’s keep playing.
“You threw my clothes away because there was piss all over them,” I reply, climbing onto the bed and crawling to the top of it. “Is there another option other than being naked?”
“You need to use your eyes,” Bane groans. “There’s a closet right here. Though, I wouldn’t mind fucking your slutty little hole staring at me. I’ve been trying to be sweet, knowing this is a lot to take in.”
“Is this nice?” I ask, flopping onto my back. My cock is half hard from the attention, and I find that I’m not as self conscious as I thought I’d be.
He’s already seen me in vulnerable situations, and he watched me in the shower. Wait, now I’m wondering if he’s been watching me in other places while I was walking around, living my life.
Ugh. I have so many questions, and by the wicked curve of his lips, I can tell he’s not going to answer me. My eyes move over his body to see he’s unfortunately dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
His body is sex and sin combined into a perfectly wrapped package. I only feel slightly better about the things he told me. I’m not here because I was a bad person, but rather due to our deal.
Does this mean he owns me? Huh.
“Hello, Little Human,” Bane says, snapping his fingers in front of my face to get my attention before throwing a pair of soft sweatpants at me. “Do you zone out all the time?”
“Yep,” I reply, yawning. It’s been a long fucking day to say the least. Death really takes it out of you. Dragging on the sweatpants without bothering to get up, I watch as Bane’s eyes threaten to swallow me body and soul.
He has them both it seems, for better or worse. I just don’t know what to do with that.
“Go to sleep,” he says, not saying anything about my little show.
Sighing, I turn onto my stomach, shivering as goosebumps appear all over my chest. Fuck, it’s cold.
Bane lays down beside me, listening to me breathe. I begin to count little sheep behind my eyelids, but they quickly turn to pitchforks until I have to give up. I hate my brain.
“You’re not asleep, so what the fuck are you doing?” Bane asks. “Do you have anything you’d like to share with the class?”
“I’m cold and I can’t sleep,” I groan. “I need a blanket.”
“I threw the blanket with piss all over it outside the door because it obviously smelled,” he says disturbingly slowly.
“I’m not dumb,” I groan, lifting my head to glare at him. “Why am I even here if you don’t even like me?”
“I like your cock,” Bane says with a shrug. “That’s enough for now. Stop saying stupid shit, and I’ll like you a lot more. You’re too predictable.”
My middle finger is up before I can rethink it, and he chuckles.
“Are you offering to stick it in your ass and take a spin on that thing?” he asks. “I don’t think it’s big enough for your tight little hole after you’ve had my big, juicy cock. It almost feels sad to downgrade yourself, Little Human. Stop pouting.”
“I’m cold, asshole,” I complain.
“Is that all?” Bane asks, sitting up and snagging the corner of a blanket from the bottom of the bed.
No fucking way! That wasn’t there earlier. I’m losing my mind, it’s the only possible explanation.
“Shh, Little Human. You’ll combust if you think about it too hard,” Bane says, tossing the blanket over my body.
“I think I’m already there,” I grumble, trying to get comfortable. After a few minutes of feeling his gaze on me, I crack my eyes open again. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“I’m not human. I don’t need to sleep,” he explains, shrugging.
My temple throbs, and I groan in annoyance. Bane’s fingers dig into my scalp and forehead, helping me to relax.
“I plan on keeping you around for a long time, Little Human. Rest. You can deal with the reality of your new existence tomorrow,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere tonight. Just relax.”
My breathing slows until my eyes shutter and I finally am able to fall asleep. I know I’ll have to face the questions I’m wrestling with tomorrow, but that’ll keep.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Bane says, slapping my ass hard.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my eyes flying open.
At some point in the night, I lost my blanket and the sweatpants slipped down to expose my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I wince at the red handprint.
“Hmm. My mark looks really good on you. Maybe I need to make more,” he muses.
My cock thickens at the fucked up thoughts conjured, making his smirk grow into an evil smile as I sit. Yes, he definitely has to have a direct pipeline to knowing when I’m turned on. Bane’s not even looking at my erection right now.
“Silly Little Human,” he muses. “Your stomach won’t stop complaining. I suppose I should feed you. Not for nothing, but you do understand that these things are constructs. You’re dead.”
I feel like I’m missing something other than what he’s saying, and my hand touches my face as I look for something very important.
“Does this mean I don’t need my glasses anymore?” I ask. “Where are they?”
“Probably broken from when you fell,” he replies. “You don’t need those either.”
“So why is my stomach grumbling?” I ask as it twists painfully.
“Habit. It’s really pissing me off, though. I feel like I’m not taking care of you well enough. Get up so I can take you to get food.”
Pulling my pants up, I crawl off the bed, enjoying the way he growls under his breath. He thinks I’m such a pain in the ass, but I know he wants me too.
This human is a grade A brat. Bane has no idea what I’m capable of.
My cock throbs uncomfortably, and I’m sad I won’t have time to take care of it as I rush through my morning routine.
The fact that I won’t have to worry about pissing with morning wood is good, because I'm still very wary of the toilet.
Bane throws a shirt at me, and I make a face as I pull it on.
“I don’t want anyone to see what belongs to me. I might have to kill them,” he says. “There are house shoes while we walk to the kitchen. I have to go to work after this.”
“Work?” I say, my brain short circuiting. Would it be needy to ask what the fuck I’m supposed to do during the day?
Pushing my feet into the slides, I follow Bane out of the room. It’s soon very apparent this isn’t just a house as I look around. It’s fucking huge. I could get lost.
“Yes, it’s a thing I do, Little Human,” Bane says sarcastically. “I reap souls for my boss, who lives in this castle.”
I was too loopy to really focus on his words last night, and I blame trauma for this. Castle. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m in Lucifer’s house.
“Don’t be a dick,” I tell him. Bane’s brow raises in surprise, and it makes me want to fucking shave them off. He won’t be able to talk without words then, would he?
“Careful, Little Human,” he muses, walking into the most beautiful kitchen I’ve ever seen. My jaw drops, and even my takeout loving soul can admire how pretty it all is. “Lucifer’s chef should have food for you to eat in the fridge.”
Opening the ginormous fridge, he nods slowly.
“Pancakes, an omelet with toast and fruit, or a cinnamon roll?” Bane asks.
“Can I gain weight anymore?” I ask.
Bane’s dark eyes flick over in my direction before he shakes his head.
“Cinnamon roll, please,” I say politely.
“Something sweet for someone so snarky? I’m shocked,” he replies, taking out the container.