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"Do you ever wonder if my body has been possessed by the devil and you just haven't noticed yet?"
Lucian does this when he feels like it's been quiet for too long.
"What would the devil want with your body?" I reply cheekily.
He doesn't miss a beat. Maybe I'm that predictable. "Just the norm: Terrorizing old people, converting the populace to Satanism, and the odd sexual favour.
"Funny, that's what I was looking for when we started dating."
I feel his chuckle rather than hear it.
More silence. I know he's still thinking about it.
We're lying top-to-toe on top of my bed. We've got all the windows open, but the curtains stay closed, mostly because Lucian would rather die of a vitamin D deficiency than get a tan. I've gotten used to introducing him as 'My boyfriend: the vampire", but the recent heat wave means even I find a few minutes outdoors unbearable.
Absentmindedly, he runs his finger, donned in black nail polish, along my inner thigh, teasing the end of my shorts. Along my exposed skin, goose-pimples appear: Definitely not temperature-related.
I love these moments. I could lie here forever.
"Does it not worry you?"
"Hm?"
"That I could be sharing my body with a malevolent spirit?"
"I like to think I would be able to tell..."
"Hm. Maybe." He sits up.
"There would be very little I could do, I guess."
He moves to lie parallel to me, leaning on his arm, staring at me with kohl rimmed eyes.
I look up at him. I can tell by the look on his face that he's only getting started. "Can you imagine having no control like that?" It's a rhetorical question. His fingers dance along my stomach, where my t-shit has ridden up. "Imagine having someone- something else controlling your body?"
Losing control is easy for me to imagine. I have never felt fully in control of myself.
But Lucian makes it better. I like losing control with him.
"I guess it's a little appealing," he concludes. Can he see the blush creeping up my cheeks?
I suddenly become very aware of my breathing. Lu moves his fingers along my hip while he continues. "I wouldn't have to do much; just offer my body to the Angel of Darkness and He'll do the rest. Family problems; exams; the therapist you think wants to fuck me- They'd all be meaningless."
"Makes you wonder why everyone doesn't do it?" I reply sarcastically.
He turns to lie on his back, perhaps unimpressed by my lack of enthusiasm, and stares up at the ceiling. I look over and watch his chest rise and fall for a moment. "You make it sound like the latest energy drink: 'Why face your problems, when you could let Satan and his minions do it for you?!'" I raise my hands, painting the words above us, "'One month free trial and only the price of your soul for the rest of your life!'" I look sideways at Lucian, who's smiling again, and slide over to face him. "'Eternal dissatisfaction or your money back. Terms and conditions apply.'"
He laughs and eventually says, "Man, I hope they let you through the gates of Hell with me."
I raise my eyebrows, "What? You think I'm not enough of a degenerate for Hell?"
He nods slowly, "I hate to break it to you...I don't think you're even a little bit degenerate. You might even be... Good."
I gasp dramatically and throw my hand over my mouth. "How could you say that?!"
"I'm so sorry, I thought you knew!" I collapse on the bed as he continues, "You are good, nice even-!"
I grab his hand to stop him, "Say it ain't so! I swear I do bad things! One time: A shop assistant forgot to charge me for a packet of batteries and I didn't correct her!"
"Bad things don't make bad people..."
"Tell me it's not true!"
He clutches me tightly as the game continues, "Don't worry, there's still time. Just, at the minute, I don't think the whole bisexual thing is gonna be enough for The Lord of the Underworld..."
"Don't tell me anymore; I can't bear it!" I shut my eyes and hold my hands against my ears, feigning complete distress.
Suddenly, I feel Lucian move above me and I open my eyes. His face is right above mine. My hands drop. "You are good, and I love you for it." He studies my face as he talks, running a finger along my jaw and down my neck. "You're the best, most beautiful person I know." He kisses the spot where his finger were and feel a wave of pleasure.
"Lu-"
He burrows his face into my neck.
"You're- just- so- good-" he says between kisses. His hands roam up my t-shirt and my hands automatically go to his waist. "You do volunteer work and you're also so fucking polite all the time; I bet you even help old people across the street and shit."
"Pfft." I laugh it off, with difficultly since I've suddenly become very breathless. "I'm not all that-"
"Seriously, you're the good one. Satan wouldn't even attempt to possess you." He looks into my eyes again, smiling, almost proudly. "And if I have to be good just so that we can spend the rest of eternity together, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."
My hands run through his hair as I pull his lips to mine. The kisses become deeper and I feel his whole body along mine. I bring my legs up around him, pulling him closer again. He moves his body rhythmically against me, sending lightning bolts through my abdomen.
I hold onto the belt loops of his jeans and pull his hips into mine. He lets out a low, breathy moan and I can't help but smile. My breathing becomes more and more rapid, I can feel my heart pounding against my chest.
He whispers my name in my ear and I mumble back a weak, "Yes?"
"Can I... Before I turn away from all evil and seek the light, could I... do one more bad thing?" His voice is quiet and slow against my neck.
His hand is on the button of my shorts. I force out a playful, "You better-" and seconds later the barrier is gone and he slides his hand into my shorts. My breath catches at first, before he settles into a slow rhythm. "Oh my-" I squirm a little in pleasure and the feeling in my stomach builds.
I kiss his throat gently, then run my teeth over the spot. I've gone into a sort of daze, moving my hips against him and alternating between kissing and biting at his neck. I gasp suddenly when his pace increases. "Oh my god, Luci-" I moan against him. I feel him pressing against me and I reach down to unzip his jeans, but I hear him chuckle.
He's moving away. His body is moving down.
I force my eyes open. His hand has stopped, but my heart is still pounding. He's moved down so his body is fully between my legs; his hands either side of my hips; his eyes looking at mine. In my pleasure-filled state, I'm almost confused. My confusion quick disappears when his starts to pull gently at, already sliding, shorts. He keeps his eyes on mine and raises an eyebrow to ask, "Is this alright?" I nod feverishly.
My shorts are quickly gone. He breaks eye contact, only when he starts to kiss along my hips. I watch him, automatically biting my lip. As his lips start to move up my stomach I pull my top over my head, leaving me in only my underwear. I sit up gently and Lu's lips break from my body, so that I can pull his t-shirt off. I kiss his lips, over and over until he's laughing and I can't help but smile. "I just love your lips so much." I smirk.
"Well," He leans forward and I end up with my back on the bed again, "If you want I can show you what else they can do?" He kisses my lips again, a long, drawn out kiss, where I feel like my body has melted, so at first I don't realize the meaning behind his words. Until he starts to move again. He slides his body down mine and as he does, he leaves a trail of kisses,: first my neck, then my shoulders, my collarbones, my chest, my ribs, my stomach, and by now I know what he's going to do and I can feel every nerve in my body prickle to attention. He kisses along my hips as he removes my underwear.
"Oh fuck-" I half whisper as, at last, his mouth moves between my legs. I gently run my finger through his hair as my back arches in pleasure. His hand works too; his mouth and fingers in perfect sync.
I giggle when he lifts his head and I feel his hot breath tickle my damp skin. I look over at him, pushing myself up on my elbows. He licks his lips. "Y'know, it's a pity this is the last time we'll ever being doing this." He jokes with a smirk.
"You better make the most of it then," I manage to breath out.
He laughs. When he goes back down he picks up the pace again and my head falls back, almost completely out of energy.
I hear sounds of pleasure all around me, like they're not coming from my mouth, but from my whole body. Every now and then I hear, and feel, Lucian moan and it sends a wave through my body and adds to the ever-growing lit-firework feeling in my stomach.
Suddenly, Lucian moves his mouth, or his fingers, or maybe both, in a certain way and I know I'm done for. There isn't a single part of my body that doesn't scream. My head goes back, my hands grab the sheet below me, my knees tighten either side of Lucian; everything seems to speed up and slow down at the same time. I think I speak. I maybe say his name, or I just swear really loudly.
I feel like I'm floating.
Eventually, it's over, save the odd ripple of electricity. Lucian has returned to my side and wraps his arm around me.
I'm quiet for a very long time while I recover, but soon, my breath returns to normal. "Lucian?"
"Mmhm?"
"I have to tell you something."
He shifts. "What is it?"
"I smoked a cigarette once."
He's confused at first and then he realizes. "Oh my god, what?"
"Yeah. I did it. A whole- half- a cigarette... Nearly." I speak very solemnly.
"Jesus- you're a monster."
"I know. I felt like you should know what you're getting yourself in to. I am a person who has almost smoked some of a cigarette."
"So, you are evil!" He sits up and grabs at my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
I try to keep character, but can't help but giggle. "I am!" While I'm in his arms I kiss him gently. I taste myself and I smile. "Completely coincidentally, I guess this means we're gonna spend the rest of eternity together in the underworld after all." I run my finger along the line of his jaw and shrug nonchalantly.
"Hey, I guess it does." He kisses me back.
"So," I continue, "I guess, there's no point trying to be good, or say... not doing 'bad' things anymore?"
"Hmm. I'd say your right." He pulls me closer.
"We have a lot to make up for then." I say breathlessly. "And I know exactly what we can start with."
A/N
Hello there, thanks so much for reading! I haven't published anything on here for so long and it feels great to be getting back into it!
I wrote this fic planning to keep the narrator/main character gender-neutral/androgynous. So hopefully if I've done that right, you should be able to read this and imagine the narrator as any gender, and the story should still work. Please leave a review and let me know if it worked!
Thanks again to Bzzbird68!