Where the Devil Says Goodnight

by K. A. Merikan

  But devouring his scent wasn’t enough, so Adam licked the soap-scented flesh before trailing kisses down that tempting ridge of muscle, until Emil’s cock rolled along his jawline and patted his cheek, as if asking for attention.

  Adam didn’t even know when he moved his hand and squeezed Emil’s balls. Ripe like two plums, they rolled between his fingers as he caressed the sac, lips only an inch away from the cockhead peeking out from under the foreskin.

  “I imagined this many times. I was jealous of the man you told me about, but now this is all mine,” Adam found himself saying while Emil’s throat worked, as if he were imagining himself returning the favor.

  “That was what I wanted. I imagined you getting a hard-on under that cassock just from thinking of me. Suck me.” He massaged Adam’s scalp with his fingertips, sending a tingle of pleasure down Adam’s spine, but no encouragement was needed, because Adam’s body moved to its own illicit tune.

  His hand tightened around Emil’s cock and exposed the damp head. Adam’s brain briefly glitched, because the pre-cum was like the essence of Emil’s scent, but then he leaned forward and rolled his tongue over the tip while looking into Emil’s mesmerized face.

  It was obscene. Sinful. But his cock still twitched in response to the flavor spreading in his mouth. Emil’s hand tightened in his hair, and he gave a soft moan, unable to help himself when the devil worshipped him on his knees.

  “You’ve teased me long enough. Put your lips around it.” Emil’s nostrils flared around the silver piercing, and Adam realized he’d never seen him more beautiful. The candlelight flickered on his skin, and he was too taken by the moment to care about the shadows dancing behind him in glee at the debauchery they witnessed.

  Adam was afraid. Intimidated by the girth and length of the cock. He feared embarrassing himself by choking or displeasing Emil somehow, but the demon had no such qualms and dug in, letting Emil’s thick length into his mouth. Adam should’ve been revolted. He should’ve run away and locked himself in a monastery cell, but when he sensed the weight of the hard dick on his tongue, felt the tip bump against the back of his throat, all worries dispersed in the face of an arousal so desperate he feared he might come on the spot.

  His lips closed around the flavorful rod, and he sucked on it, eager to drink its essence. His arousal came from being naked with another man, from sucking on an erect dick that tasted delicious and pulsed on his tongue, but most of all, from knowing he was pleasuring Emil.

  Dark hair rolled down Emil’s shoulders in an alluring cascade. Their eyes met when the demon made Adam look up from his obscene task, and the desire he saw reflected in the beautiful green eyes made the act oddly sweet, as if it wasn’t just about satisfying a physical urge for him either. There was flattery in being ogled this way, hearing moans from the lips of the man he’d chosen to indulge, and as Adam bobbed his head over and over, shivers caressed his sides the way he wanted Emil’s hands to.

  No matter how much Adam hated the act, he also loved it.

  He pulled back to play with the tip, and the delicate, soft skin of the cockhead made him itch to wake up to this every single morning. Pushing his tongue under the foreskin, he gasped his pleasure, but then his hand trailed lower, and his lips followed until the thick girth pushed past resisting muscles in Adam’s throat and accepted the most amazing thing he’d ever tasted.

  “Oh, fuck,” Emil mumbled, holding Adam’s head in place while his thighs trembled against Adam’s shoulders. “Do that once more and I’ll come down your greedy throat. I want more,” he said in a lower tone, pulling on Adam’s hair until he forced him off his cock.

  The devil couldn’t help himself and reached out with his tongue, desperate to prolong the illicit act. “But you need to satisfy my hunger,” it whispered through Adam’s lips, caressing Emil’s legs with long strokes.

  “I’ll be satisfying it all night long, don’t you worry about it.” Emil pulled Adam up and planted a wet kiss on his lips, without a care for where they’d been moments ago.

  Adam had imagined the depraved acts Emil was up to when no one was looking many times, but now he was getting a front row seat and couldn’t despise any of it, no matter how hard he tried. He was about to whimper when Emil slid his other hand down Adam’s spine and between his buttocks, but all that came out was a guttural groan. When Emil teased Adam’s hole with just the tips of his fingers, it created a heat so intense it buzzed up Adam’s body and kept him from breathing.

  “Yes. I want that too,” he rasped, embracing Emil and pushing his face into his fragrant hair. His head spun from the sparks between their bodies, the awkward thoughts from earlier completely gone. He arched his back so Emil could reach his hole with more ease and shut his eyes, amazed by how deeply satisfying the intimate touch felt. It was like being licked by flames without the risk of burning, and he wanted those digits deep inside him already.

  Then again… who would he become if he indulged in this? Did it matter if he couldn’t help it anyway? Would it hurt? Even if it did, he wouldn’t be able to scream. He considered telling Emil to stop after all, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a groan of pleasure when the dry tip of Emil’s finger pushed at his hole.

  “You’re gonna be so tight for me,” Emil groaned, his words a match to set Adam’s thoughts aflame with embarrassment.

  The devil wouldn’t let him go, and Emil would enjoy the sin. The insanity of what was happening to Adam made his heart thud as if it were on a blacksmith’s anvil, smashed again and again to become something different altogether in Emil’s skillful hands.

  A laugh that wasn’t Emil’s resonated in the back of Adam’s skull, and his body leaned forward, pressing itself tightly to Emil’s muscular form. They kissed again, and when the long digit pushed deeper into the most intimate place in Adam’s body, lust exploded all over, burning his throat like a thirst that had to be satisfied, or else he’d crumble.

  “Now. The wait is so painful. Only you can take it away,” the demon whispered through Adam’s lips.

  Emil pulled away and it was like being dropped from that imaginary anvil straight into cold water. Adam reached out for him with a moan of agony, but Emil pushed Adam back to the mattress and took something out of the ancient dresser.

  He stepped closer and dangled a packet in front of Adam, who wasn’t sure at first what he was looking at, but the demon did.

  “No. None of that. We don’t need that. I want to feel you with no barriers. I need it,” Adam said on a single exhale, already rolling to his hands and knees as the heat of Emil’s gaze massaged his flesh until he could no longer stay still and rocked back and forth. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting the burning flames Emil had for eyes.

  Adam groaned, obscenely biting his lips, but when Emil’s brows lowered, the gentle touch sliding down his aching back reminded him what’d he’d done earlier.

  “Are you okay?” Emil asked in a low voice, but his care twisted Adam’s insides when he thought of the whip and how it hadn’t protected him this time.

  “Don’t worry about it. Just… be with me.”

  There was no way out of this. Adam couldn’t run or tell Emil that this wasn’t what he wanted, but if it was to happen, this one time, he needed to have cum filling him. This one moment of absolute connection to keep in his most treasured memories forever.

  Emil dropped the condom to the floor and eagerly kneeled on the bed behind Adam, one hand stroking Adam’s buttock while he spread a slick oily substance all the way from Adam’s taint, over Adam’s twitching hole, and up to his tailbone. He rubbed his pinkie over the smooth scar where Adam’s tail had been. Or so his parents had told him.

  He’d been born predisposed to sin.

  “Love you like this. Spread your legs wider,” Emil rasped, and Adam did so without thinking twice. The liquid cooled on his skin, withstanding the extreme heat of Adam’s body, but no matter how thick the haze of lust was on Adam’s mind, fear stabbed its way into his mind like
an ice pick when Emil’s cock nudged his buttock.

  It would hurt like he was being torn apart, he was sure of it. Wouldn’t it be the cruelest of tricks to play on him if the devil made him submit to pleasure, only to ruin it and make Adam hate himself as well as Emil?

  But the demon had no mercy for him. “Go on. I’m so ready for you,” it said through Adam’s lips.

  Emil uttered a raspy grunt, a prelude to what was to happen and a warning. “You like it rough?” He whispered, gliding his slick dick over Adam’s hole. Unwilling to wait any longer, he grabbed Adam’s hip and pressed on with the cockhead.

  Adam was drowning. He clawed into the comforter, curled his toes, but the demon choked his scream so it came out as a whine. Emil pressed his hand to Adam’s back, as if he wanted to stop him from fidgeting as the thick girth found its way into Adam, pushing past his defences until his body knew no other way to keep it out but to clamp around it.

  It hurt, but Adam had no way of alarming Emil, locked in the void somewhere inside his own flesh. Shivers ran up and down his spine, becoming violent, as if he were about to shed his skin and run. He was terrified, but Emil’s hands kept him in place.

  Emil steadied Adam’s hips, and when he leaned forward to kiss Adam’s nape, all that gorgeous hair cascaded to Adam’s skin, making him break out in goosebumps. It hurt to have Emil inside him, yet feeling him this close gave Adam a rush that soon replaced the shock with a narcotic sensation.

  “More…” the demon rasped with Adam’s mouth, despite Adam trying to gag it.

  “Who would have thought the chaste priest is such a slut in private?” Emil whispered into Adam’s ear and rocked his hips, each time driving himself that bit deeper.

  Agony of the best kind tortured Adam’s insides as the cock pushed in and out at a languid pace, as if Emil had more sense than the devil and took mercy on Adam’s vice-tight hole. Damp kisses trailed fire across his shoulders, and as long seconds passed, Adam’s body finally released its tight hold on the intruding girth, relaxing around it as if this wasn’t even his first time.

  He gasped, surprised when the next thrust sent him flying on golden waves of joy, but his attention shifted when those warm, wonderful hands rolled to his throat and then trailed lower, over his back and chest while the thrusts became steadier, deeper.

  “I could do this all night long,” Emil said between moans and gasps as he slammed his cock in again and again, addicting Adam to the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure.

  Emil’s caresses soothed any discomfort, and just knowing that the man who Adam adored so much was taking sexual pleasure inside him, ignited a whole bonfire of delight.

  He had seen a couple of videos and pictures of sex between men, but no matter how they excited him against his better judgment, he’d never dared to imagine the sensations of being penetrated. Now he knew.

  Emil’s cock drilled him open as the strokes became broader, faster, and each time the cockhead dragged through Adam’s insides, it caused a jolt of painful pleasure that felt as if something was jerking him off from within. It was a sensation so strange he wasn’t even sure if it was the devil’s doing, or if his body had been made that way. But the longer it went on, the more discomfort dwindled, leaving behind distilled bliss that flooded Adam’s veins and gave him a rush he couldn’t compare to anything he’d ever felt.

  “Good. That’s so good,” he uttered in a broken voice, only to feel Emil licking along his shoulder blade.

  “I’m gonna come in your ass so hard,” Emil said, and Adam whimpered when he pushed Adam’s knees farther apart, making him fall to the comforter.

  Emil pressed on him with his whole weight, and entwined their fingers. Pinning Adam down, he started pumping his cock in at the speed of a jackhammer.

  Adam loved it. He fucking loved it. No matter how sinful this act was, he had his legs open for Emil and greedily accepted the kisses and bites to his neck.

  Emil’s scent enveloped him when the dark mane cascaded around his head, and he choked on words, uttering broken moans instead as the most tempting man in existence thrust into him so hard and fast Adam couldn’t even think. He couldn’t breathe. He was reaching the plane of existence where the two of them could become one being.

  He cried out Emil’s name. When the firm arms pulled him against Emil’s chest and the movements of the powerful hips became erratic, Adam opened his eyes and whimpered as liquid heat filled his insides with its soothing presence.

  “You feel so good around my cock. It’s unbelievable,” Emil whispered into Adam’s ear, rubbing his sweaty body against Adam’s skin as if he were trying to mark him with his scent as well.

  Adam squeezed his ass on Emil’s throbbing dick, painfully aware that the devil wasn’t forcing him to do so. How long had he been free?

  He dug his heels into Emil’s thighs, and lay still despite the pulsing hard cock sandwiched between the covers and his body. He could sense every muscle, every hair on Emil and tried to memorize them, along with the way warm breath teased his flesh and how Emil’s hips kept stirring, as if he didn’t yet have enough. He was heavy. Strong. A man who desired Adam in ways that couldn’t be expressed in dirty videos, and Adam let himself enjoy this moment, because it would be the only one of its kind.

  Emil slowly pulled out of his tender ass, the friction kindling Adam’s arousal.

  “I wanna see your face when you come,” Emil said in a low voice that sounded so intimate, it could only exist between lovers.

  Adam hardly realized what was happening when Emil pushed himself up and rolled Adam over. Flushed, still panting, some of the hair stuck to his face, he was desire personified. He’d caught Adam in his snare and wouldn’t let go until he bled his prey.

  Fear was a long-forgotten memory when Emil wrapped his fingers around Adam’s cock and caressed it while their eyes remained locked.

  “You’re so handsome,” Adam said, losing all power to pull back when Emil leaned over him, flushed and sweaty after the sex. His hand was a steady presence on Adam’s oversensitive cock, moving up and down in a hypnotizing way that made Adam melt into the mattress. He had no willpower left.

  “Look at my face. Look into my eyes.” Emil said, and Adam had no other option but to follow the order as he let forces of nature overtake his body. There was no escaping this. He would let this hunter catch him, bleed him and chew on his bones.

  He came with a cry originating from the depths of his chest, his whole body closing around Emil’s strong form. Adam grabbed at Emil’s back, scratched, and bit Emil’s shoulder when pleasure became more than he could handle.

  As he panted, legs still tight around Emil, he was too exhausted to investigate why the room suddenly smelled of sulphur and burning meat. But then he saw smoke swirling above Emil’s back, and something sizzled, like food tossed into hot oil.

  Emil’s eyes widened, and he pulled away with a deafening shriek.

  Chapter 10 - Emil

  Emil rolled off the bed in panic as agony thundered through the nerve endings of his back and shoulders. Blinding at first yet short-lived, it left behind a constant, throbbing ache that burned with heat.

  On hands and knees, he pressed his forehead to the floorboards, heaving, as if his body couldn’t cope with the onslaught of torment and needed to purge. Yet as his head stopped spinning, he mindlessly reached to his shoulder, only to recoil when he touched twisted flesh.

  “What happened? What is this?” he cried, both confused and afraid of this new reality where a lover chose to attack him.

  But no. He saw Adam watching him with pure terror, his naked body trembling when he looked around as if he couldn’t comprehend where he was and what had happened.

  “No. No,” Adam whimpered, shaking his head.

  Nausea still twisted in Emil’s gut, but the need to know what happen won, and he crawled to his wardrobe on all fours, ignoring the way old wood scratched his knees. He swung the door open and rose, staring into the mirror attached to i
ts inner side. On his shoulder blades were two dark imprints of hands. Exactly where Adam had held on to him. The air still smelled of grilled meat, and Emil found it hard to breathe. “Adam. I think they’re burns. What the fuck, Adam? I’m freaking out—”

  “It’s all my fault. He marked you too,” Adam said before looking down his naked body while his chest heaved as if he were on the verge of a heart attack.

  Whatever this was, Emil put his own pain and confusion on the back burner when he saw the distraught expression on Adam’s face. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Calm down. Come with me, I need to pour water over it fast.”

  His mind was blank, filled only with the memories of Adam writhing under him in pleasure. Everything else, was too shocking to contemplate.

  “I think he’s still inside me. The demon who followed me since I came here. It’s all his doing,” Adam said and stepped off the bed so erratically he fell over on the other side.

  Emil circled the bed, ignoring the searing heat in the burns for now, because Adam wasn’t himself, and Emil didn’t want to leave him. “What demon?” he asked, but his stomach clenched, heavy as if he’d swallowed a dozen lead balls. “Did you take… drugs? Ate wild mushrooms or berries?”

  Minutes ago, Adam had been excited and pliant, he’d even come here and made the first move yet now he blamed it all on demons. Emil was dying to dismiss it as a religious breakdown, but the stinging burns wouldn’t let him forget that the logical explanation didn’t resolve the issue of Adam’s palms searing his skin.

  Blue eyes watched him from the floor, but Adam backed away as soon as he saw Emil. His breath seemed erratic as he pulled on the comforter and hid behind it.

  “He brought me here. You have to believe me. And I can still feel him. He’s watching us!”

  “Are you really saying the devil made you do it?” Emil wanted to laugh it off, even if bitterly, but couldn’t, because things were getting far too freaky for his liking.