Chapter 13 #2
For the rest of his patrol, he never felt alone.
Ashmedai was always there, just out of sight, keeping an eye on him.
Occasionally, he thought he glimpsed orange eyes peering at him from the shadows.
He didn’t pursue them this time, content with the knowledge that Ashmedai would meet him at his apartment later, but each time he found them, his mouth curled into a smile.
Ashmedai owned the shadows. Nicolas was never safer than here in the dark.
He almost lamented the end of his patrol, when it was time to turn around and go back to his squad. His only consolation was that he would soon be on his way home.
The night wore on for far too long. James and the others were annoyed by the lack of action—none of them had managed to find a demon to kill.
Nicolas kept quiet while they complained on the drive back to HQ.
He didn’t know if Ashmedai’s presence had scared off all the demons in the area, or if they’d just coincidentally had boring nights themselves.
He didn’t share their ire. It wasn’t annoying when no demons attacked them; it was a blessing.
He’d never liked knowing he and his friends were walking into danger.
It was almost dawn by the time he finally dragged himself up to his apartment door. Drills for the next day weren’t until later in the afternoon, giving them all a chance to get some rest after the late night.
He opened the door, jittery eagerness warring with the exhaustion. The moment the door swung open, he met orange eyes in the darkness of his living room.
Unable to fight his grin, Nicolas ducked his head as he shut the door behind himself. He turned away from the glowing gaze just long enough to lock the door and hang his keys on the hook.
When he turned back around, Ashmedai was there, crushing him against the door and kissing him hard.
Nicolas opened his mouth to accept Ashmedai’s long tongue, grasping the demon’s shoulders and wrapping a leg around his hips.
Ashmedai wasted no time, hooking his hands under Nicolas’s ass and lifting him.
Nicolas groaned, his cock trapped in the tight confines of his cargos.
“My light,” Ashmedai growled. “Missed you. Want you. Please.”
Nicolas nodded, arching into the hands that swept up and down his body, reacquainting themselves with the shape of him. “Yeah, take me to the bedroom.”
Ashmedai turned toward the bedroom, carrying Nicolas effortlessly. They never stopped kissing, and when Ashmedai gently laid Nicolas on the bed, claws sank into his shirt, shredding it from his skin.
He gasped. “Ash!”
“Need you.”
Nicolas untied his boots and hastily kicked them off, loosening his pants and pushing them down before Ashmedai could shred his whole outfit.
He could barely make out Ashmedai’s looming silhouette in front of him.
His skin burned under the unwavering attention, even though he could barely see it.
Biting his lip, he laid back on the bed and spread his legs. His cock leaked on his stomach.
“Come and take me.” His voice shook with need. “Please.”
Ashmedai didn’t move. “Close your eyes.”
Nicolas obeyed, fisting his hands in the blanket under him. His whole body tingled with anticipation, every inch eagerly waiting for Ashmedai’s touch.
The bed dipped between his legs, and Nicolas inhaled, holding his breath as Ashmedai’s naked body blanketed his own.
He could feel the supple fabric of Ashmedai’s cloak fanning out on either side of them.
He was still wearing it, but he’d unclasped the front, allowing their bodies to line up like puzzle pieces.
Nicolas lifted his hands tentatively, laying them on Ashmedai’s flanks.
There was a hard texture there, almost like scales.
Ashmedai crushed their mouths together as he rolled his hips.
There was no hard length lining up with Nicolas’s own, just flat skin with…
was that a damp seam? Ashmedai continued to thrust his hips, and something bulbous began to grow out of the seam.
It lengthened slowly, smearing slick fluid on Nicolas’s cock.
He broke their kiss to gasp, shoving a hand between their bodies to wrap around the dripping wet length of Ashmedai’s ridged cock.
It was still short, barely fitting in his fist, and Ashmedai’s skin opened up around the base.
More of the length seemed to disappear inside his body, like it hadn’t fully emerged yet.
“Ashmedai,” he whispered, unable to find the right way to ask the question on his mind. His fingers slipped into the fold of skin from which the length protruded. The space inside was wet, warm, and tight.
Ashmedai moaned, punching his hips forward and sending Nicolas’s fingers deeper inside him. Nicolas moved his hand, stroking the hard length of Ashmedai’s cock as it bloomed from the seam, all the way to the base inside him and back out.
“That is… significantly different than human anatomy,” he said breathlessly, and Ashmedai chuckled. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Ashmedai breathed. “Very sensitive—inside.” He sucked in a sharp breath as Nicolas’s fingers dragged down the underside of his cock all the way to the base, then grabbed Nicolas’s hand and tugged it away with a quiet groan.
Nicolas brought it to his mouth, blinking his eyes open to meet Ashmedai’s in the darkness as he sucked the fluid from his fingers. It was earthy and sweet, so unlike the salty flavor he’d come to expect from human men.
Ashmedai growled, pushing Nicolas onto his stomach, grabbing his wrists and rolling on top of him.
His cock slid between Nicolas’s cheeks, getting him sloppy and slick.
Nicolas wondered if the amount of fluid produced was determined by how turned on Ashmedai was.
He mouthed at Nicolas’s shoulder blades, rutting against him until they were both dripping with it.
“Need prep,” Ashmedai said. “Right?”
Nicolas gulped, his mouth dry. Flushing all over, he said, “Actually, you’re—really wet. Just go slow, and I think you’ll fit.” He wanted to feel Ashmedai inside him right now.
Ashmedai leaned over him. “Are you sure?”
Nicolas sucked down a quivering breath. “Yeah. I need you right now. I don’t want to wait.”
Ashmedai guided his head to turn further and kissed him, urging his mouth open to make room for his long, sinful tongue. When they parted, he said, “Need you, too.” He paused, then asked, “Regret it? Pushing me away?”
The crushing misery returned with a vengeance.
Nicolas reached back, fitting a hand over Ashmedai’s hip and pulling until their bodies were flush, Ashmedai’s wet cock nestled between his cheeks.
“I do. I did, the minute you left. I felt terrible. I haven’t been able to sleep.
It doesn’t just feel like guilt for hurting you—which I do feel, don’t get me wrong.
But this feels worse. Like you’d… planted roots in me, and I’d cut them off, and they’d started to wither.
Like I was missing something I wasn’t meant to live without.
” His eyes burned, and he told himself the darkness would hide it.
“It scares the shit out of me to need you this way.”
Ashmedai hummed. “I feel the same, my light.”
“So,” Nicolas cleared his throat, then reached between their bodies to guide Ashmedai’s cock to his entrance, “don’t make me wait any longer.”
Ashmedai angled his hips just so, and Nicolas waited with bated breath.
The slow press of Ashmedai’s cock into his body drove every worry from his mind.
His eyes rolled back as the fat head sank past the ring of muscle, and a shudder of bone-melting pleasure moved through him as Ashmedai sank deeper and deeper.
When he was rooted deep, Ashmedai shifted his knees to the outside of Nicolas’s legs and his feet laying over the inside of his calves, pinning his legs exactly how he wanted them.
One hand stroked up and down his side, and Nicolas turned his head, blinking up at Ashmedai through the blissed-out haze.
“Mine,” Ashmedai growled, fingers curling around Nicolas’s head. The word had never sounded so good.
He didn’t thrust, circling his hips instead, like the idea of pulling out even for a moment was too much.
The deep grind of his cock hit Nicolas in all the right ways, squeezing his own trapped cock against the mattress.
Nicolas arched his back, rocking back as well as he could.
He wanted Ashmedai deeper, wanted their bodies to merge into one so he could carry him with him and never be separated.
He lost track of time. Nothing else mattered but the burning pleasure as they moved together. Ashmedai’s arms were around him, his chest against Nicolas’s shoulder blades, his warm breath in his ear. Finally, the loneliness was gone. His hollow heart was full.
Nicolas wished it could last forever, but his body had other ideas.
Sleep-deprived, sore, and needy, his climax reached him hard and entirely too fast. His face landed in the mattress as he groaned, bucking hard as he spilled between his stomach and the bed, unable to reach a hand down to help himself over the edge.
He didn’t really need it, and it felt right this way, aided only by the gliding thrust of Ashmedai’s cock to get him through it.
Ashmedai came inside him with a purring growl, mouthing at the curve of his shoulder like he knew he shouldn’t leave a mark.
When his hips stilled, Nicolas reached back, grasping his thigh and holding him in place.
He didn’t want him to move away yet. Not now that he finally had him again.
Ashmedai made that purring sound again, like that pleased him.
He rolled them, keeping his cock nestled inside Nicolas but turning their bodies so he was no longer laying on top of him.
His hands swept up and down Nicolas’s body, and Nicolas never wanted to move again.
“I thought it would be better to do this alone,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I thought it would help me sell the lies I have to tell during the day. Instead I’ve just made us both miserable.”
Ashmedai’s tongue flicked against the side of his neck. “You won’t see me.”
Nicolas’s stomach jolted, but Ashmedai went on before he could figure out what to say.
“During the day, you lie. I’ll stay away. At night, I’ll join you. Like this. You won’t see me. You could be dreaming. Who can say?”
Nicolas blew out a harsh breath. They would both know the truth, but he could tell himself whatever lie he needed to get him through the day. “You’d do that?”
“Until you find them. And then…” Firm, claw-tipped fingers grabbed his jaw and turned his head so their eyes could meet. “And then you leave. You’re mine. They don’t keep you.”
“No, they don’t keep me,” Nicolas agreed breathlessly. He didn’t have the first clue about how they’d make this work, but it was obvious after the last couple of weeks that neither of them could handle being apart. “I just don’t…”
“What?”
“I don’t know anything about relationships. I take it you don’t either, since you’ve never been to Earth before. I just don’t know how to do this.”
Those orange eyes disappeared and reappeared in rapid succession. It took Nicolas a moment to realize Ashmedai was blinking at him.
“I don’t understand,” Ashmedai said.
“Human relationships follow certain conventions, like declarations of love and moving in together. My parents fought a lot, so I didn’t have great role models in that department. Dad would just do whatever he wanted and push Mom’s feelings aside.”
Ashmedai’s hand was still on Nicolas’s jaw, and he gave him a shake. “Conventions.”
“Yes.”
“Forget.” A claw tapped Nicolas’s forehead.
“Forget the conventions?”
“Yes. You don’t know them. I don’t know them. Who cares?”
That was true. They didn’t have to meet any social expectations. All that mattered was that they were together. So what if anyone else thought their relationship was weird? It felt too right to ignore.
Ashmedai gripped his jaw again, pulling him from his thoughts. “Find the kids. Then time for us.”
That settled something nervous and fluttery in his gut. “Yeah. We’ll figure it out, right?”
“Yes. As long as we are together.”
It was the same thing Nicolas had just thought to himself, wasn’t it? He smiled. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, my light.” Ashmedai pushed at his shoulders until he was on his side again, facing away. His strong arms tightened around Nicolas’s body, his cock nudging ever so slightly deeper inside him and making him groan. “Sleep now.”
Nicolas reached back, touching Ashmedai’s hip. “It doesn’t, uh, retract?”
“Does. Needs to be sheathed inside something. Getting dry hurts. Sheathed in you. No need to retract.”
Heat flushed through him. Ashmedai kissed his shoulder.
“Okay?”
It was more than okay. It made him feel incredibly hot but also comforted, somehow. He hadn’t wanted the sex to end, had wanted their bodies to be joined forever. He could think of nothing better than falling asleep like this. It wasn’t forever, but it was enough for now.
“Yeah,” he croaked. “Yeah, definitely okay.”
“Sleep now, my light.”
And just like that, the withered roots in his heart came alive once more, sprouting fresh blooms that filled every dark corner. The only thing that left him feeling cold was…
“I won’t see you in the morning, will I?” he asked, already disappointed.
“No. But I will be here when night comes.”
That was better than nothing. He just had to hang on until nightfall.