Chapter 23
Cullen had immediately torn the robe back off the second Leviathan had left. Had stood in the shower for a long time after that, scrubbing himself down, trying to forget Leviathan’s touch, trying to talk himself into telling him to fuck off next time.
The first time hadn't been his fault, he decided.
Leviathan had jumped him in his sleep and he'd thought it was Walker at first. He could excuse that first fuck up.
And afterwards, when Leviathan had come back after leaving him tied up for days, he had been lost in his lust again and begged for it.
But that was because of the weird demon desire that wouldn't go away.
His body didn't react the same way to sex here as it had in the human realm.
The second it started, it just kept building inside him.
He couldn't fight it. And he wanted to. He didn't want to touch a demon.
Especially Leviathan. Who had caused Walker so much pain. He hated him.
Didn't he?
He had hated him before. When he’d given Walker terrible nightmares that he wouldn’t talk about, when he had heard the terrible stories about him killing men, women and children without a second thought.
He had been evil incarnate…a walking calamity before they’d sealed him away.
He had hated him when he’d stalked them and hurt them…
when he’d dropped a goddamn building on them and killed their classmates with Cullen’s own powers…
There were other memories too…ones he had pushed deep to avoid what they might mean. Some he had convinced himself were nothing but nightmares…
Times when he had woken in the night, his body tight and hot with need, and Walker unwilling beside him.
So he’d taken care of himself quietly, his phone in one hand and his cock in the other, headphones tucked securely into his ears while he watched the videos of men being beaten and whipped…
and, once, just a few weeks before Leviathan had broken free of his prison, he had glanced up and caught Walker–or what he’d thought was Walker–watching him.
He’d frozen, shocked, and moonlight had broken through the clouds, shining into their bedroom–and flashing across the beady black eyes of Leviathan.
Cullen had blinked, confused and half asleep, and when he’d opened his eyes again, Walker’s face had gone slack with sleep once more.
He’d waited, confused and anxious, but those eyes had not opened again.
He’d been terrified into silence about it afterwards, terrified that Leviathan would tell Walker what he’d been watching, what types of things he got off to when he was alone.
It was a secret he’d kept from his boyfriend for years, something he’d thought too embarrassing and maybe even disturbing to someone who wasn't into the same things. He’d known Walker wouldn’t have liked it, probably would have been upset he was watching porn at all, let alone something so…
odd. So the thought that Leviathan, of all people, might be the one to tell him…
Fuck, it had been terrifying. It had terrorized him…
And now he was fucking him.
He leaned his head against the bathroom wall in despair, squeezing his eyes closed as the guilt began to eat at him again.