Chapter 24
When Leviathan returned to his room Cullen was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, sick to his stomach. He didn't look up as Leviathan approached him, didn’t move as he rested a gentle hand on the top of his head.
"What's wrong, pet?" His voice was surprisingly soft.
"You wouldn't get it." He whispered. How could he? He was a murderer and a psychopath. He didn’t have a moral bone in his body.
"Humor me."
Cullen hesitated, knowing Leviathan would just laugh it off, but needing to talk about it, no matter how pointless.
"I cheated on Walker." He’d tried to tell himself he hadn’t, that it was over between them no matter what, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that what he’d done was such a gross betrayal of trust…
The hand that Leviathan had been running through his hair stilled. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not!" He snapped, looking up with a glare. His dark hair was damp, hanging into his eyes. Cullen tried not to notice how good he looked like that. "I fucked someone who wasn't him. I know you don't get it, but it's wrong–"
"You think I don't comprehend loyalty? I'm not an idiot. But I believe that when you attacked him and he called you a monster, that meant the end of your relationship. And even if it didn’t, a Diviner could never be with a demon. Especially not one that now belongs to me."
"I will always belong to him." He snapped.
Leviathan grabbed his throat, cutting off his air as he forced him down to the bed. Cullen froze in surprise when he climbed on top of him, his legs straddling his chest and pinning down his arms, just as they had when he’d forced him to eat before.
“Get…off me…” He gasped, struggling under him.
Leviathan ignored him, leaning down until his face was just inches away, his inhuman eyes smoldering.
“You belong to me now, Cullen, whether you like it or not.” His hand squeezed a little tighter.
Cullen gagged and twisted his head to the side, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Consider your relationship with that fucker ended. You’ll never see him again and he’s probably moved on already anyway.
Humans are so flighty and weak willed. And young men especially tend to move on pretty quickly… ”
Tears pricked his eyes. "He wouldn't…he loves me…" Even if he deserved that. Even if Walker should move on…
"Not anymore." Leviathan breathed, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Cullen struggled under him, hating himself when he realized he was getting hard.
"Now you're just another demon to be killed.” He trailed his lips up to Cullen’s temple, making a shiver run through him. “He doesn't want you anymore.”
"Shut up…" He mumbled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. "You don't know–"
He broke off with a gasp as Leviathan licked the tear off of him, his tongue gliding along his cheek.
Something tightened in his stomach, making him feel even more terrible.
"I do know, Cullen. You'll never see him again.
I won't let you." He ran a slow hand down Cullen’s chest. "You're mine now.
What you feel is nothing but a lingering want for the relationship that was.
It will pass. And I know you like it better with me–"
"That's not true!" He snapped, starting to struggle again. "Get off of me. I don't want to…"
Leviathan slid his hand further down his body, rubbing his growing erection through his pants. Cullen grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. "You don't want to?" Leviathan murmured. Cullen’s hands clenched into fists as he slammed his head back onto the bed. "Sounds like a fucking lie, Cull."
He untied the string on his pants slowly. Stupid sweatpants. He thought, furious. He should have known better than to wear something so…loose. Not that it would have made a difference anyway.
"What happened to begging for me?" Leviathan whispered against his neck. Cullen’s breaths were coming too fast now. He couldn't hold back a groan as Leviathan reached into his pants, brushing his fingers against his erection. "What happened to the willingness in the bathtub?"
"That was…a mistake." He trembled as Leviathan ran his teeth down his throat. "Stop…"
"Do you really want me to stop?" He sucked at a spot under Cullen’s ear that made his body arch and his hand flutter to Leviathan’s hair.
"Because I will, pet. If you really want me to.
I'll take my hands off you and leave." Cullen’s fingers tightened in his hair.
He sucked in a breath as Leviathan rubbed him harder, pulling his pants down a little further.
"But you were upset with me the last time I left.
It drove you crazy, remember? Is that what you want?
For me to leave you all alone again? After I've already gotten you all worked up? "
"I…" He hesitated, remembering what those days had been like after Leviathan had left, how miserable and painful it had been. The bastard wasn't leaving him much choice.
"Walker wouldn't want you to suffer…" He murmured, taking his hand from Cullen’s pants to draw his shirt off over his head. Cullen’s head spun with darkness, his hands moving too slowly to push him away. He tensed when Leviathan tugged open his own pants, his cock springing free. He sucked in a harsh breath, shifting uneasily at the size of it. He didn’t have a clue how that thing had fit inside of him, had no idea how Leviathan had not torn him wide open.
Leviathan grabbed him by the legs and gave his hips a slow pump forward, making his erection rub against his.
He shivered at the feel of it, at the sight of it resting on him so heavily…
"If he knew,” Leviathan murmured, shifting his hips again, “what it was like to live like us, he would understand… "
"But he doesn't…" He mumbled, trying to stay focused as Leviathan leaned down to kiss his chest, the tip of his tongue gliding along his skin. "He's…waiting…"
"He's not." Leviathan promised softly. "He's not as strong as you think, Cullen. I've been in his head. Once he fears something, he doesn't come back from that. He's scared of you…"
More tears fell to his cheeks even as his cock began to throb with need. "I hate you."
"Mm-hm," Leviathan murmured, brushing his lips down the side of his stomach. He dipped his tongue into his belly button, making him yelp, and then bit at his hip. Cullen gasped, arching up against him at the pressure. "What can I do to make you like me?"
The question caught Cullen off guard. The way it was worded made it sound as if Leviathan was genuinely asking. But that was just another lie. Whatever he said, Cullen wasn’t dumb enough to think this was anything other than sex. Than obsession.
"You don't care if I like you." He whispered. "You just want to fuck me."
"Can't it be both?" He tugged at Cullen's pants. With a groan of disappointment, he lifted his hips, letting Leviathan pull them off.
"Shut up, Leviathan. I don't care if you fuck me, but don't play with my emotions. There’s no point."
Leviathan tensed, his tongue pausing just above his pubic hair, but he said nothing as he licked at the tip of Cullen’s cock, making him gasp.
"We've got time." Leviathan said after what felt like hours of teasing, wrapping his fingers around him and stroking slowly. "You'll enjoy my company soon enough."
Cullen moaned, grabbing the sheet in his fist as Leviathan’s fingers tightened.
He placed his mouth on the tip, swirling his tongue around it, and Cullen moaned again, tipping his head back.
How long had it been since he’d had a blow job?
He couldn’t remember. He’d stopped asking for them when Walker had said he didn’t like giving them.
Cullen had never argued with him about it, though he’d secretly been itching for them since… well, always.
So he couldn’t bring himself to even try to object as Leviathan moved further down onto him, taking him in easily. He didn't pause as he moved deeper, making Cullen whimper as he took all of him in, his nose brushing his pubic hairs.
"Fuck…" Cullen groaned as he felt Leviathan swallow around him. His hand went to his head, his fingers clenching in his hair. Walker had definitely never been able to do that. Leviathan moved back up, leaving just the tip in his mouth, and then took him in completely again, moaning softly as Cullen bucked his hips and pressed down on his head on instinct. He pulled himself back, licking over the head again, and then put his hand on him again, stroking him quickly as he moved back up to Cullen’s face, kissing him hard.
Cullen groaned into his mouth and wrapped an arm around his neck.
"Tighter." He gasped, grabbing his wrist.
Leviathan sucked in a breath and tightened his fingers, almost to the point of pain. "Fuck." Cullen hissed as the strokes got faster.
Leviathan licked a slow line up his neck before biting the side of it gently.
Cullen moaned, feeling the heat starting to gather in his groin.
Leviathan brought his mouth to his again, sinking his tongue into it with a low groan.
Cullen tangled his hands in his hair, pulling him harder against him.
Leviathan snarled softly and bit down on his lip, dragging a sharp cry from him when he broke the skin.
Heat curled tighter in his groin, making him gasp and moan, his hips pumping up into his hand.
“Good boy,” Leviathan whispered against his jaw. Cullen trembled, something tingling in his chest and stomach at the words. “Cum for me.”
He shuddered hard, his body arching off the bed as he came undone.
Leviathan slammed his mouth down on his, swallowing his weak moan as he calmed down.
When he broke the kiss again, leaving Cullen breathless and dizzy, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and pressed them in.
Cullen blushed when he realized he could taste himself on them.
“Suck,” Leviathan whispered, looking a bit dazed.