by Brea Alepoú
Wait, what the fuck?
Hot pain raced up Jay’s arm. The man’s fingernails had lengthened to deadly claws. Jay’s heart raced. He must be seeing things. He was pretty sure the drink had possibly been spiked because none of it could be real.
“You will bow down to your better.”
Who the fuck did he think he was? Jay’s fear was pushed to the side as his frustration took forefront.
“I don’t know gives you the right to treat people like this, but you can go fuck yourself.” Jay tried in vain to pull himself free, but those impossibly sharp nails cut into his flesh. Blood droplets trailed down his arm.
Jay was doing his damnest to hold back his panic, but he was close to screaming bloody murder. Jay took in measured breaths, trying to keep calm regardless of the surrounding insanity. Another man walked up to them. He had the same blond hair, but cut to his shoulders. Blue tattoos decorated the skin that was visible. Intricate swirls decorated his skin.
“Now, Lynvon you’re scaring the poor human,” the newcomer said.
Jay didn’t like the way the newcomer’s eyes watched him. It sent a creepy feeling crawling down his back. The one called Lynvon still hadn’t released Jay. He clicked his tongue angrily while he spoke in a language Jay had never heard before. The words sounded rough, as if just speaking them scratched the throat raw. Two bumps began to form on the shorter hair one’s forehead. They were steadily growing until two horns curved up and over his head.
Jay was losing it. He was hallucinating. There was no other explanation for what he was witnessing. But more than that, why was he getting hard after seeing the stranger grow horns?
A moan escaped him where it should have been a scream instead.
“Move along, Tridrick. This one needs a firm hand,” Lynvon said.
Jay felt too hot. He needed air or cold water, anything to cool off the burning sensation that was slowly creeping up his body. It didn’t help that where Lynvon touched was cool to the touch and soothing. Jay revolted at the thought of getting closer to the asshole. He didn’t want either of them.
Fuck. Jay needed someone to save him because with the way his body trembled, he doubted he’d be able to do it himself. Jay wasn’t sure if it was his wishing that did the trick, but another joined them. Short pitch-black hair, pale skin that was nearly white as paper, colorful tattoos twisted around his arms and up his neck. Pink lips and light grey eyes. He had an otherworldly beauty, unlike the other two who seemed intent on arguing with each other and now disregarded Jay. The newcomer had a strange sense of peace around him as he sauntered up to Jay.
“You choose.” His words were thick with an accent that almost made his words inaudible.
“I have to choose between jackass and douche?”
Clicking his tongue, Lynvon glared at the oddly cute guy. “Stay out of this Azaheal.”
They shared angry sounding words, Jay noticed they all spoke the same way. Which meant if he had to choose, then he could pick Azaheal.
“I want him,” Jay blurted out, pointing with his free hand at Azaheal. Jay hoped it was possible. He really didn’t want to go with Lynvon or Tridrick.
“He is weak, not even one of standard.” Lynvon said wildly, gesturing in Azaheal’s direction. “Look. His hair is dark, and he cannot make his horns appear. You don’t want a low-born.”
Jay didn’t understand it and he didn’t care at the same time. He’d much rather Azaheal. His eyes were kind, and he’d told Jay he had a choice.
Azaheal smiled at him with the same razor-sharp teeth the other two had shown, but oddly Jay wasn’t terrified.
“He spoke. Mine.”
Even his broken English was cute and settled the fear in Jay. Lynvon finally let him go and Jay cradled his arm to his chest. It stung. The scratches weren’t so deep that he’d need stitches, but that fucking burned like hell.
With the release of his arm, though, the slow steady desire that had been rolling around in Jay rushed through him like an inferno. He let out a muffled moan as he covered his mouth and bent over, trying in vain to breathe through it. It was the pleasure that bordered on the side of agony. His legs grew weak, caving from under him. Cool fingers wrapped around his upper arm, catching Jay before he hit the floor.
With the touch, the burning desire quieted down enough for Jay to breathe without moaning.
“What the hell is happening?” Jay asked.
“Yes, hell,” Azaheal said.
Jay straightened up, glancing around the room. To his surprise, no one paid them any attention, all too busy with whatever the hell was happening there.
“Sit?” Azaheal asked.
Jay’s whole body shivered. He moved closer to Azaheal; he needed to touch the man standing next to him.
Azaheal directed Jay to a booth. Azaheal went to sit on the opposite side and Jay couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving him. He didn't want to feel the overwhelming burning desire that seemed to attack him when he wasn’t touching Azaheal or others like him. Azaheal stopped short, his tongue clicking before he moved back to Jay’s side and sat next to him.
Fuck, that’s so much better.
Jay relaxed, the burning sensation dimming tremendously with Azaheal touching him from shoulder to foot. Jay’s eyes closed as he took in steady breaths.
“What is happening to me?” Jay asked.
Azaheal tongue clicked as he spoke in a language Jay couldn’t even attempt to understand.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He snuggled closer to Azaheal. Wrapping his arms around his slender waist, laying his head down on Azaheal shoulder. It shouldn’t feel so good touching a complete stranger, but there was no denying it felt amazing.
“Human language, no good.”
Human. Jay probably should jump up and get as far away from Azaheal as possible, but he didn’t want to.
“Are you saying you aren’t human?” Jay finally asked.
“I Vasilikó daímono plokámi.”
“But that was a drink on the menu.”
Azaheal clicked his tongue, “No. Drink bad.”
Hands started moving in wild gestures in front of him, the nails like long, black claws. It should’ve terrified him, but Jay couldn’t help but think it was strangely adorable. Azaheal seemed to get more frustrated; the tongue clicking increased and he sounded more agitated.
Jay lifted his head reluctantly, but with Azaheal moving so much it was impossible to stay comfortable.
“I’m guessing you don’t like the drinks served here?”
Azaheal huffed out a breath, his pink lips dipping into a frown. “It cheats.”
Jay’s head tilted to the side as he tried to understand what Azaheal meant.
“It cheats how?”
Azaheal dark eyebrows scrunched. “You drink, you need Vasilikó daímono plokámi touch to help.”
“So you are saying it’s some drug that makes me need someone’s touch?” Jay asked.
Azaheal tapped one long nail against his porcelain face, not once cutting himself as he thought. Clicking his tongue, he nodded his head.
Jay was pretty sure he was in an alternate universe or something. There was no such thing, yet he was seeing many things that were impossible. The man that sat next to him with inhuman features was impossible to deny.
“Where am I?” Jay asked, gesturing around them.
“Hell’s bar,” Aridelle said. She slid into the opposite booth, a smile on her face.
Azaheal tucked his hands under the table and seemed to scrunch down in the seat, making himself smaller. Azaheal wasn’t that much bigger than Jay, but it was odd to see the man try to be smaller.
A part of Jay was curious about Azaheal’s reaction to Aridelle’s presence, but with the mention of Jay being in Hell, his brain short circuited.
“That’s funny I could have sworn you just said I’m in Hell,” Jay laughed. It was devoid of humor.
As neither Azaheal nor Aridelle joined in his laughter, Jay’s stomac
h plummeted.
“So yo-u’re ss-saying I d-ied?” Jay said shakingly.
Aridelle chuckled. “Humans are hilarious, don’t you think, Azaheal?”
Azaheal clicked his tongue. “Yes, Queen Aridelle.” Azaheal tilted his head to the side before scrunching down further.
Jay was almost distracted by that piece of information before Aridelle continued.
“You aren’t dead and humans don’t come here when they die.” Aridelle winked Jay. “What could we possibly get out of a corpse?”
Jay opened and closed his mouth a few times. He was in hell, still hugging--what was it that Azaheal had said he was? A Vasilikó daímono plokámi, but what exactly was that?
“I can practically hear you thinking,” Aridelle said.
“You can read minds?”
Jay was horrified at the thought. This seemed only to make Aridelle laugh.
“No, although there are some demons who can. But it’s impolite.”
Demon. Jay was pretty sure that’s what she said. His eyes traveled over to Azaheal. He was a demon; it explained a lot, like the teeth, the nails, the cool touch, and the multicolored tattoos that looked engraved into pale flesh.
“Okay, but why am I here?”
“I told you already. You’re perfect.”
Jay shook his head. “That doesn’t give me a lot to work with.”
Aridelle pulled out a pack of pink bubblegum and popped a piece into her mouth. She chewed it for a bit before blowing a medium size bubble and popping it.
“This place is somewhat a dating lounge, except instead of boring other humans, you are meeting demons. You choose a drink that will help you be more compatible and susceptible to the demon of your choosing.”
Azaheal grumbled next to Jay but didn’t interrupt Aridelle.
“We choose humans through a long process such as mental state, blood type, sex drive, and physique.” She winked at Jay. “After all, sex with demons is ten times more work.”
It was information overload, and Jay was catching bits and pieces of it. “I never went through any test.”
Aridelle blew another bubble. “You did, you just didn’t know it. We don’t let the humans know until after they pass. Once they do, we send them an invitation.”
“More like spam. The invitation kept popping up everywhere,” Jay said.
Aridelle smiled at him. “Yes, because you’re a perfect match. You hit high scores in all of the areas.”
Jay had no idea what to say. He felt flattered by the praise but also confused by the situation.
“You have chosen your drink of choice and the demon.” Her dark gaze traveled to Azaheal who scrunched down even lower. “Yet you two aren’t in a private room yet.” She slid a black key card with the hotel’s name written in cursive. “Choose any room.”
She was up and leaving them before Jay could ask another question. He stared at the key card, questioning himself. He felt a slight unease but excited. Was he really going to go through with it? Be with a demon? Was he willing to take a chance and continue moving outside his box?
There were a ton of questions clouding Jay’s brain. He tightened his arms around Azaheal, realizing that although he had to stay attached to Azaheal, he actually didn’t want to let him go. It might be the drink causing it, but Jay was pretty sure there was more to it. He felt relaxed around Azaheal.
“How long do the drink effects last?” Jay asked.
“You let out,” Azaheal said.
Jay sighed, figuring out what he meant by release. If the Hell bar was for dating and the drinks were to make a human more susceptible, then that meant he probably needed to have sex to get the drink out of his system.
Jay had wanted something out of the ordinary and in all intents and purposes he gotten that. The situation was a bit strange, but Jay was starting to feel excited. It might be the drink talking, but the thought of having sex with Azaheal, even knowing he was a demon made him a little hard.
Jay picked the key card up. “Okay, let’s go.”
Azaheal looked to Jay, a question in those mysterious gray eyes.
“What will happen if I don’t get this stuff out of my system?”
Azaheal clicked his tongue. “Do not know.”
“Well, if I have to have sex with a demon, I’m glad it’s someone as nice as you.”
Azaheal’s head tilted and his pitch black hair swayed. Jay had the urge to run his fingers through the strands.
“You still want?”
Jay didn’t fight the smile curving his lips, leaning into Azaheal. “Yes, I still want you.” Jay watched transfixed as a forked tongue slithered out of Azaheal’s mouth and swiped against his pretty lips.
Damn that was weirdly sexy.
Jay might have lost his mind. He didn’t want to think too hard about it. For all he knew, it could all be some crazy dream.
Azaheal got up, pulling Jay along. Not once did they break contact. Jay was thankful. He could sense in his body that the moment they stopped touching, the inferno would be back with a vengeance. Jay hooked his arm around Azaheal as they left the lounge through a different set of doors than the ones they’d entered.
They made it to another set of elevators just before it dinged, signalling its arrival. The doors opened and an African American woman stood leaning against the wall with a woman with covered in turquoise scales plastered to her side.
Jay caught the woman’s eyes, and she gave him a kind smile. Azaheal pulled them inside, further away from the scaley woman who shot daggers their way. Azaheal hit a button on the wall, but distracted, Jay paid it little attention. He was pretty sure the woman with dark brown curly hair, deep brown skin, and hazel eyes was human. Jay tried to muster up the courage to talk to her. Would it be rude?
She made the decision for him to Jay’s relief. She spoke in a smooth voice. “Your first time?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled as the elevator dinged again as it came to a stop.
“Enjoy yourself and don’t think too hard about it. They aren’t so different from us. They want to find love, like everyone else.” With that she walked off the elevator leaving Jay stunned.
A sharp claw gently pressed against Jay’s chin, helping him close his mouth. The elevator started up again, moving them further down. A few seconds ticked by before the elevator stopped once more.
Azaheal led Jay to a non-descript hotel door with a gold plate showing number 333. Well, at least it’s not 666.
Azaheal slipped the key in, opened the door, and quickly pulled Jay inside. The room was cool and the lights dimmed. A single king-size bed sat in the middle of the room. They made their way to bed and Jay plopped down with a groan of happiness, Azaheal’s hand on his hip. The bed was the softest thing in the world. People had the wrong idea about Hell. It was a fucking paradise with cushiony beds.
Azaheal tugged Jay around so they faced each other. The intensity in his eyes made Jay squirm. Was it time? Azaheal nails scraped against Jay’s zipper. The sound resonated around the room. Jay’s body reacted to every light carres of Azaheal’s cool touch. His cock hardened, and his hips moved to get closer to the demon.
Azaheal clicked his tongue before stripping Jay’s pants and underwear from him. Jay suddenly felt strangely shy in front of him. He turned his head to the side as his cheeks heated with embarrassment. A hand to his face had Jay turning back to stare into calm gray eyes.
“Azaheal get it out, Jay.” Azaheal pushed against Jay’s chest, making him lie back. “Stay still.”
Jay nodded his understanding.
Azaheal lowered himself down Jay’s body until a warm breath caressed Jay’s stiff cock. A moan slipped out. Regardless of the embarrassment, he couldn’t fight the temptation. He wanted to keep his eyes on the alluring demon.
Azaheal rubbed Jay’s legs with a surprising amount of gentleness. Jay sat up on his elbow, his stomach tightening as Azaheal opened his mouth. Razor-sharp teeth made Jay hold his breath.
“Uh—”
He never got to voice his concern as Azaheal’s forked tongue came out and wrapped around his cock. Hot, wet heat wiped all thoughts and worries from his mind. He tossed his head back as he let out a deep, seedy moan. The burn that had been laying in wait started at his toes before consuming him completely. He slipped back against the bed with a soft thud, fisting the sheets as Azaheal’s tongue constricted around his leaking cock.
Something soft wrapped around Jay’s balls, pressing firmly against his taint and sending delicious tingles throughout his body. Jay was hopeless to hold his release in. He opened his mouth to warn Azaheal, but the tip of Azaheal’s tongue pressed against his slit, cutting off any words and turning them into cries of pleasure. His climax spiraled through him with a force that made him see stars. His hands and feet tingled. Azaheal cleaned up every drop of come, His tongue oddly soothing, as Jay came down from one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.
Jay laid there, trying to catch his breath. He pushed his trembling fingers through his damp curls. If a tongue job was that good, Jay could only imagine the actual sex. The bed dipped on the opposite side and Jay turned his head in an awkward position to stare at Azaheal’s back. Azaheal’s shoulders slumped forward.
“Is something wrong?” Jay asked.
Click Click. “No.” The words came out harsh and guttural.
Jay rolled over and crawled his way across the bed to his now dispirited demon. If Azaheal thought Jay was just a taker, he would be sorely wrong. Jay just needed to figure out what was wrong so he could fix it.
“Okay, then why are you over here?” Jay asked. He stopped an inch away from Azaheal. He noticed that the burning from earlier had dimmed tremendously, even without Azaheal touching him.
“It is done. You go home now.”
Jay balked. “You want me to go home?”
Azaheal finally faced him, his eyebrows dipped, a wrinkle in the middle of his forehead. He looked frustrated. Jay wanted to comment on how cute he was when he was angry and smooth out the wrinkle. The thought caught Jay off guard. How could he feel so sentimental toward the demon when they had just met? Azaheal huffed out a breath and started speaking in his own language, only furthering Jay’s confusion.
