17. Chaol
Chaol
It was midday before they finally made it out of bed.
They dozed for a while, limbs tangled together, and then sleepy kisses had quickly grown heated.
Chaol had wanted to taste him, sliding down Daniel’s body to suck him off, then Daniel sat up and redirected him so they could suck each other at the same time.
He’d pressed a finger inside Daniel only to have three pushed mercilessly inside him in return.
Daniel had a sadistic streak, and Chaol had never been so grateful to have a cock in his throat, because he would’ve screamed when he came without it, his free hand squeezing Daniel’s hip with sharp claws as he shuddered and writhed.
Daniel’s gagging throat convulsed around him, and a few moments later he spilled down Chaol’s throat, too.
Chaol had sworn to himself they would get up then, right after they had a few minutes to catch their breath, but somehow he’d wound up facedown on the mattress with Daniel pounding into him instead, sucking the blood from the bite wounds he was leaving on his shoulder blades.
The sheets were ripped and stained with blood and cum when it was over, Daniel nuzzling him tenderly as his cock softened inside Chaol’s deliciously abused hole. His weight blanketed Chaol’s back.
He’d never felt so wanted in his entire existence.
Daniel was feral for him. Couldn’t get enough of him.
He might’ve been the more powerful demon, but Daniel’s desire made Chaol feel like the most powerful demon in the world.
Every touch, every look, every taste was laden with hunger.
Chaol hoped neither of them ever had enough to sate them.
“Mine,” Daniel murmured.
“Hell yeah,” Chaol agreed wholeheartedly, preening. He flicked a strip of ripped sheet away from his face. “We might owe Julian and Valac some new sheets.”
Sounds of life filtered up from downstairs. Their hosts were awake, which meant Valac, at least, had probably heard some of their amorous activities. Chaol couldn’t find the energy to care.
Daniel sighed, his breath gusting through the hair just above Chaol’s ear. “I guess we should get up for real now.”
“I don’t know, do you think you can manage to keep your hands off me for that long?” Chaol teased.
He should’ve known better—although he really wasn’t complaining when Daniel’s hand slipped under his body to wrap around his spent cock, stripping him with long, quick, achingly tight strokes.
Chaol whined, twisting his hands in the ruined sheet and arching his back.
Daniel’s hips joined the rhythm of his hand, widening his thrusts until he had to let go and plant both hands on either side of Chaol’s head.
The slap of skin filled the air, and the headboard banged against the wall.
Chaol barely gave a passing thought to what their hosts would think as another orgasm crashed through him.
He bit down on Daniel’s forearm to keep from screaming, his hands flailing behind him to grab Daniel’s hips.
They ground down hard as Daniel came, and Chaol groaned, holding him still.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much sex. He wasn’t sure he ever had.
“Okay.” Daniel nipped his shoulder. “Now we can go.”
Before they left, Chaol opened the window. The room could definitely use some fresh air. Sunlight slanted in through the curtains, and he turned away with a disapproving grunt to find Daniel, behind him, doing the same.
“Bright,” Daniel murmured, tucking his face in Chaol’s shoulder.
“Ah, right. You’re not used to the sun hurting you, are you?
Don’t worry, you’ll acclimate. It stops seeming so harsh once you get a little more exposure.
Never pleasant, but less painful, at least.” He reached back and brushed his fingers through Daniel’s wild hair, letting the harbinger pull him away from the window and back into the shadows.
Daniel had been a demon for almost a day.
He was recovering from the ordeal remarkably fast, but it would still be some time before he had learned the ropes.
There was a lot to know about being a demon.
Luckily, they had another harbinger nearby to help him harness his powers.
Chaol didn’t have the first idea how a harbinger actually controlled hellfire.
All he knew was that it didn’t burn him—because Daniel didn’t want it to.
Another piece of flattery to tuck away in that quiet, warm place below his breast where all his Daniel-related feelings seemed to go.
When they finally ventured downstairs, they found Julian cooking in the kitchen, wearing something white in each ear that might’ve been earplugs.
Valac sat at the kitchen table facing the door.
He, like Chaol, was shirtless, and the thick black lines on his body undulated lazily across his skin.
His neon violet eyes settled on Chaol like a threat.
A laser pointer and a trigger happy finger ready to twitch and blow his head off.
Julian looked up from the stove when he saw them from the corner of his eye, tugging one of the white things out of his ear and offering them a smile.
“Hi, guys. I’m making brunch. I thought you might,” he interrupted himself with a snort of laughter, “need the sustenance after all that.”
Chaol grinned shamelessly, nudging Daniel, who looked torn between embarrassed and smug.
“And welcome to our humble abode, Chaol. Nice to see you didn’t make Daniel track you down.” Julian’s smile, to his credit, was only slightly guarded. “Nic texted me a few minutes ago, Danny. They’ll be here soon with your stuff.”
Chaol sat down in the kitchen chair across from Valac and pulled out the chair beside him for Daniel, who sat with a fond, lopsided grin.
“We’ll replace your sheets,” Chaol offered.
“With what money?” Valac asked coolly.
That drew Chaol up short. It was true, he’d spent a long time in Hell and didn’t have much in the way of Earthly assets these days. He’d left some money in a trust for his future self in New York, but who even knew if it was still there or how long it would be before he could access it.
“I have some money,” Daniel said. “Assuming no one liquidated my bank account.”
“Nic was in charge of it,” Julian said. “You can ask him, but odds are good it’s all still where you left it. Coffee?”
“Yes, please. Chaol?”
He nodded, then gestured to the white earplug Julian had set on the counter. “What is that?”
“Ear buds,” Julian replied.
“Like earplugs?”
“No, like headphones. They play music, or some other kind of sound. You can connect them to your phone.” He picked up a black rectangle, and the screen came to life. It was like a tiny television or computer screen.
“That’s a phone?” They were plugged into the wall the last time he was topside. Phones played music now?
Daniel barked out a laugh at the disbelief on Chaol’s face. “He’s having a little bit of culture shock, I think. He hasn’t been to the surface since the seventies. They didn’t have any of that back then.”
“Phones are supposed to have cords,” Chaol said dumbly.
“Not anymore, grandpa, ” Julian said. “That reminds me, Danny, you’ll probably need a new phone. Chaol will need one, too. Wait until we add you to the group chat,” he said to Chaol, chuckling.
“Are we?” Valac asked lightly, and Julian shot him a warning look.
Chaol pursed his lips. It was understandable that the behemoth didn’t trust him.
Hell, maybe Julian didn’t trust him either.
Maybe he was just better at pretending than Valac was.
Chaol couldn’t blame them. He wouldn’t have trusted him, either.
He’d come here under false pretenses and held a grudge against some of their own.
He still didn’t like the leviathans, but he could set aside his feelings about Amon’s death. While it was true they’d had a hand in it, it wasn’t like Amon had given them much of a choice. His own poor decisions, and Lilith’s persuasion, had done just as much to kill him as the leviathans.
It didn’t mean he wanted to be BFFs, though.
“You have nothing to worry about from me,” Chaol said.
“I know,” Valac said pointedly.
Chaol didn’t outwardly react to the threat in his tone, and he couldn’t deny that Valac had a point. A kalmach like Chaol wasn’t a threat to a behemoth.
Daniel shifted. “Valac,” he warned. A harbinger, on the other hand…
Valac’s violet eyes focused on Daniel. “I would be a fool to disregard the threat he poses to our friends.” He asked Chaol, “You would give up your quest for revenge so quickly?”
“Do you want me to try and kill the leviathans?”
“No,” Julian said hastily, turning to pin Valac with a look, “we don’t want that at all.”
“If you abandon your loyalty to your brother’s memory so easily, how do we know we can trust you when it matters? How do we know you won’t simply walk away from our quest when it suits you?”
The table creaked, and Chaol glanced down. Daniel was gripping it hard, knuckles blanching.
“It wasn’t easy at all,” Chaol replied, struggling to find the right words. “But my desire for revenge… pales in comparison to how Daniel makes me feel. Wouldn’t you do anything for your human?”
“Of course,” Valac said without hesitation.
“Then how dare you question my feelings for mine,” he growled.
“Daniel isn’t human.” Valac’s voice and gaze didn’t waver. “Not anymore.”
A dark growl tore from Chaol’s throat. “That doesn’t matter to me. He’s still mine.” Nothing would come between him and Daniel. He would rend the world to shreds with his claws if he had to.
Daniel released the table to lay one hand on Chaol’s tense thigh. “I feel the same.”
Chaol knew that. Daniel’s feelings weren’t the ones in question right now, but he appreciated hearing it again nonetheless.
He’d never tire of hearing it. Daniel meant everything to him.
Yes, it boggled his mind how quickly he’d rearranged his priorities after meeting him, but it didn’t make them any less real.