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Anthony had always been fascinated by demon kind. Ever since he’d first learned about Hell and its creatures as a young kid in bible study, he’d been yearning to learn as much as he could. He’d grown up in a religious family, had been going to church since before he could even walk, went to private Christian schools his whole life and when he entered college, had chosen to pursue a religious studies degree. All the while, hiding his little secret of his fascination with the unholy.
Now though, he was an adult. He was twenty-three, about to graduate from college and had his own apartment he only shared with his twin sister who had been the only person he’d ever confided his fascination with. She’d never really understood it but she’d never discouraged him from pursuing his passion. Her only rule was that he didn’t try to summon anything into their home.
A rule he was currently breaking.
Molly was out for the night with her new boyfriend so Anthony had their little two bedroom apartment all to himself until tomorrow morning. He very rarely had time completely to himself between his and his sisters' usually polar opposite schedules. She was a morning person, all her classes were usually before noon and then she would come home and spend the rest of the night studying or relaxing in her room. On Thursdays she held a study group in their living room and on Friday’s she would go out for a few hours with some friends.
Anthony, on the other hand, was not a morning person. His classes all took place after noon and when he didn’t come back home and crash or attempt to do some work, he could usually be found out at the local gay club getting it on with whatever cute guys would look his way. Which was usually most of them. Anthony knew how to move his body just right to get anyone in his pocket easily.
But for once, Anthony and Molly’s schedules were finally swapped. It was Thursday, which usually meant Molly’s study group should be over, but she’d told Anthony on her way out the door this morning - while he’d been slumped across the counter in their kitchen, half asleep and hungover with a coffee in hand - that he would have the house to himself tonight, saying she had a date. That alone had nearly shocked Anthony into soberness right then.
“I didn’t know you were dating.” he said with a cock of his head.
“I’ve been keeping it kind of quiet.” Molly responded, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “We’ve been seeing each other for a couple months now.”
“ Months ?” Anthony asked in disbelief. “I’m your twin and you’ve kept the guy you’ve been seeing from me for a couple months !?”
“I’m sorry, Tony, I was going to tell you eventually! You just… you tend to get protective and I really like this guy. I didn’t want you spooking him.”
Anthony rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. “Whateva. So, what, you staying the night with him tonight or some shit?”
Molly blushed at that and Anthony slammed his mug down on the countertop. “I don’t know if anything is going to happen!” Molly said quickly before Anthony could speak. “But he invited me to stay over tonight and I… said yes.”
“You’re gonna have sex with him, oh my fucking God.”
Molly waved him off, bending to grab her book bag from where it sat on the floor by the sofa. “Maybe! What’s the big deal anyway? You have sex all the time.”
“You’re supposed to be better than me, Molls.” Anthony said, sounding disturbingly like their dad.
Molly heard it too and wrinkled her nose. “You sound like pa.”
Anthony held his hands up. “Yeah I heard it. Jesus, just be careful alright? I got condoms, you need some condoms? Or… lube? I don’t know how hetero sex works, do ya use lube?”
Molly shook her head and placed her hands over her ears. “I am not having a sex talk with my brother. We’ll be safe and I’ll see you in the morning. Call me if you need anything.”
And that was how Anthony wound up kneeling on his bedroom floor in his pajamas, setting candles out at all five points of the pentagram he’d drawn in chalk on the floor. He’d been studying demon summoning for months now and had been waiting for the opportunity to present itself for him to finally try it out. He thought he might not get another opportunity with Molly out of the house for a whole night like this maybe ever depending on how her night went with the boyfriend so he decided to jump on it now while he could. Yeah, Molly had told him not to summon anything into their home, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Besides, it wasn’t like he was summoning one of the demon prince’s he’d read stories about. The ones capable of driving humans mad with just a simple touch. No, those guys were terrifying even to Anthony. He wouldn’t summon one of them; not yet anyway. For now, he only planned to summon a smaller demon.
According to one of Anthony’s summoning books and the forums he was part of online, there were demons in Hell known as Overlords. They were apparently very powerful in their own right, but as most of them were sinner demons - not Hellborn like the princes and higher demons - most of them lost a lot of power when they came up Topside. This made them a good option for first time summonings as they couldn’t do much and could only stay for a short amount of time or until banished back down by the summoner.
Anthony was proud of his pick for his first summoning. He’d really done as much research as he could before he’d decided to do this and he was excited to finally try it out. Getting to meet and talk to a real demon, asking questions he’d had about the world he’d been studying since he was a preteen, it was all very exciting and he was nearly buzzing with his excitement as he placed the last candle down.
“Okay, let’s see…” he grabbed his phone which was open on a forum post he’d made earlier this morning after learning he’d have the house to himself, asking people for suggestions on which overlord he should summon. Multiple people had given him the name of the Gambling Overlord, who was apparently one of the nicer Overlords, and one person had written out the step by step instructions he’d used to summon the demon for himself. Angel was now following those steps for his own summoning. “Once you’ve drawn your pentagram and set out your candles,” he read. “Write the Gambling Overlords name around your circle. He goes by the name Husker.”
Anthony nodded and set his phone aside again, leaning into the circle and writing the name around the edge of it. He double checked that it was spelled correctly three times before he picked his phone up again and read the next line of instructions.
“Take your playing cards and set each of the following cards next to the candles at the five points of the pentagram,” Anthony grabbed his brand new box of playing cards he’d bought on his way home after class today in preparation for this. He opened it and shook the deck out into his hand, tossing the box away as he thumbed through to find the right cards. “The king of spades,” he muttered when he found it, leaning forward and placing it at the highest point. “The queen of hearts,” he placed that one at the point to the right. “The jack of clovers,” he set that one at the left side point. “The ace of diamonds.” He placed that one on the lower right point. “And the ten of spades.” that one went on the final point before he sat back and looked over his work.
Satisfied, Anthony set the remaining cards aside and read the next line of instruction. “Place your bottle of alcohol - whiskey preferred, though he’s not picky - at the center of the pentagram and light the candles. Alright, easy.” he grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d bought - it was an admittedly cheap bottle, he was only a college student after all - and leaned forward to set it perfectly in the center of the circle. He hoped this would work and he wouldn’t have to go out and buy a more expensive bottle of booze. Everyone who had suggested Husker to summon had said he was pretty chill but it would be just Anthony’s luck for him to ignore his summoning just because he’d bought shitty liquor.
With nothing left to do but hope this worked, Anthony grabbed his baby pink lighter and started lighting the candles one by one. When he reached the last candle, he hesitated for a minute and let himself think about what he was doing. He was really about to summon a demon into his apartment. Most people would never dream of doing something so stupid. But all he felt in the pit of his stomach was excitement. And maybe a little bit of fear at what might happen but mostly excitement.
That probably wasn’t normal but he decided he wasn’t going to look too closely at that right now.
So, with a deep breath, he flicked his lighter once more and lit the last candle.
For a minute, as he sat back on his heels, nothing happened. Confused, Anthony picked up his phone and read over the instructions again. This was it, after lighting the candles, the commenter had said Husker should appear. He furrowed his brows and set his phone aside, running his hands roughly through his pale hair.
“Oh c’mon!” he called in frustration and pushed himself to his feet. “God dammit, I don’t have a lot of money, fucker. I can’t get you better booze! It’s cheap whiskey or nothing, you piece of- AH!”
The gust of wind that rushed through Anthony’s room was strong enough to send him flying backwards into his open closet where he slammed hard against the wall. He slid down to the floor with a groan, his clothes rattling against the rack and a few falling off the hangers to pool on the floor around him. He looked up, vision blurry from how hard he’d smacked his head against the wall - he really hoped he didn’t have a concussion now - and blinked his eyes clear as he looked out into his room. Somehow, despite the wind that had been strong enough to throw a grown man, the candles around the pentagram were still lit.
And standing in the center of the pentagram, holding the bottle of whiskey in a clawed hand, was a man.
A… cat?
With wings!?
Anthony rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things. Maybe he did have a concussion after all. A cat bird man? Really? Anthony hadn’t exactly been sure what to expect from this Gambling Overlord, he’d heard demons could take a multitude of shapes and forms in Hell. But this ?
Body aching, Anthony crawled out of his closet to get a better look at the demon he’d summoned. He was dressed in a nice gray pinstripe suit with golden accents, and leaned on a cane, clawed fingers wrapped around a large golden ornament at the top in the shape of a dice. His other hand held the bottle of whiskey up to his face where he read over the label. His eyes were gold like the accents on his clothes, his nose at the end of his muzzle shaped like a heart. He had two tall ears that stood straight up, twitching as he listened to Anthony’s movements. Anthony couldn’t help but gasp as he trailed his eyes down to the large red and black wings tucked behind the demon's back. He had a tail with a fan of red feathers at the end that made a swishing noise as they swept along the floor. His feet - paws, Anthony realized - were crossed at the ankle, making his posture look bored.
“Uh… hi?” Anthony asked, flinching back when golden eyes flicked away from reading the bottles label and met his wide brown eyes.
“You know,” the demon said and Anthony nearly melted at the deep baritone coming from his mouth. “Some would say it’s not smart to yell and curse and carry on at a demon like you were, kid.”
“You can’t do anything to me.” Anthony said softly. “I’ve read all about you and your kind. Overlords are basically powerless up here.”
The demon raised a red feathered brow and stood upright, tossing his cane up into the air where it disappeared in a puff of cherry red smoke. “You think the silly humans who write about us,” his eyes fell to Anthony’s phone that had slid across the floor with the gust of wind that had thrown him. “Know what they’re talking about?”
Maybe not, Anthony conceded in his head. But he was willing to trust them for now. After all, they’d been right so far. And besides, if anything went wrong, all he had to do was blow out the candles around the pentagram and the demon would vanish. He got shakily to his feet, pain shooting down his spine as he straightened. He rubbed the back of his head with a hiss; he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a nasty bump there in the morning.
“You gonna say anything kid? Or just stand there like a dumbass?” the demon asked, twisting the top off the whiskey and lifting it to his lips.
“Give me a fuckin’ second.” Anthony groaned, rolling his neck. “You threw me into a wall, for fuck’s sake.”
The demon snorted and drank a few large gulps of the whiskey, scowling when he pulled it away from his lips. “This tastes like shit.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a college student. I’m in more debt than I’ll ever be able to pay off in my fuckin’ life and you want me to buy you expensive whiskey?” he rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have thrown you into a wall if you’d got the good stuff the first time instead of throwing a fit and calling me names when I didn’t show for this watered down shit.” the demon said, lifting the whiskey to his lips once more.
“For “watered down shit”, you’re sure chuggin’ it down.”
“I’m here now and I ain’t about to waste liquor, even watered down shit liquor.”
Anthony clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest. “Whateva. Anyway, you’re the Gambling Overlord?”
The demon narrowed his golden eyes on him. “Yes. Why the fuck did you say it like that?”
“No, nothin’, just-” Anthony shrugged. “Didn’t expect a great and powerful Overlord to be a cute kitty cat.”
The demon bared his teeth, showing off sharp, pearly white fangs. “What’s your name?”
“You tell me first, kitten.” Anthony taunted with a grin. Clearly he’d gotten under the demon's skin and maybe that should have freaked him out, but he found it sort of thrilling the way he was baring his teeth and growling at him. God, he was fucked up, wasn’t he?
The Overlord sighed and clenched his hand into a fist before he released it and held it out to the human before him. He snapped and a playing card appeared between his thumb and middle finger. Anthony, eyes wide, reached forward and took the card. “Husker,” the demon said as Angel read his name on the card. “Gambling Overlord of the Pride Ring, at your service.” he gave a mock bow. “But you knew that, didn’t you?”
Anthony feigned innocence by clutching the card to his chest. “It’s a pleasure to meet ya, Husker.”
“Hmph.” Husk rolled his eyes. “Your turn, kid.”
Anthony’s breath hitched just barely. He wasn’t about to give a demon his real name, that was rule number one in all his books and on every forum about demons. You didn’t give them your name, especially ones like Husker who gained power by making deals. He glanced around his room, trying to come up with something clever to give this demon as his name. His eyes landed on the little guardian angel statuette on his desk his mother gave him when he and Molly moved out and he quickly met the demon's eyes once more. “Call me Angel.”
“Angel?” Husker snorted. “I’ll give you credit, Angel, you’re smarter than you look. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve been summoned by idiots who just blabbed their names before I could even ask.”
Well, Anthony took his research into demon kind very seriously. He wasn’t about to stumble over something so simple as giving his name to one of them. “Tall, pretty blond boys can have big brains too, yanno.” Anthony said defensively.
Husker hummed and lifted the whiskey to his lips. “Summoned Topside by an Angel.” he muttered when he lowered the bottle once more. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
Anthony giggled at that. “Did you just call me an angel?” he asked, taking a step closer and giving Husker a flirty smile. Shit, was he really flirting with a demon cat boy right now? Eh, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’d ever done, he supposed.
Husker grunted. “You called yourself that, sweetheart.”
God, Angel almost melted at the nickname. He’d always been a sucker for pet names, and it turned out it didn’t even matter if it was from some guy at the club or a demon who he should not be trying to get in the pants of. He shook his head and cleared his throat, taking a large step away from the demon and the pentagram on the floor. “So, anyway, I summoned you here so you could answer some of my questions. I’ve been studying demons for years now but I’ve never actually gotten to talk to one.”
“Hm, this must be the most exciting day of your life.” Husker lifted the whiskey to his lips and tilted his head back, frowning and pulling the bottle back. He titled it upside down and sighed when not even a drop of whiskey came out of it.
“You drank all of that?” Anthony asked in disbelief. He’d never seen someone down a whole bottle of alcohol that fast before in his life. “Jesus, people mentioned you were a drunk but goddamn.”
Husker scowled. “Watch it, kid.”
“I ain’t a kid, stop callin’ me that.” Anthony scowled.
Husker shrugged and dropped the bottle. Anthony gasped and jerked forward to catch it before it shattered on his bedroom floor but before he could even touch it, it vanished in a puff of red smoke just like Husker’s cane had before. “You got anymore?”
“What part of “college student” didn’t you understand?” Anthony said, annoyance clear in his voice as he straightened. “You’re lucky you got that bottle.”
Husker let out the most long suffering sigh Anthony heard anyone give in his life and took a step out of the pentagram. Anthony took another large step back, gasping as Husker clasped his hands behind his back and took a proper look around his bedroom. He didn’t know demons could leave their summoning circles. Would it still work to banish him if he blew out the candles without Husker inside them or would he have to wrestle the demon back in before he could send him back to Hell? He was barely 115 pounds, he couldn’t fight a demon, the idea was laughable.
Husker seemed to notice the panic written on Anthony’s face as he watched him taking in his room because he snorted. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I don’t have my full powers outside of that circle. You humans were right about one thing. I am less powerful up here, they just failed to mention it’s only when I’m outside the pentagram.”
Oh, okay. That actually made a lot of sense. Anthony relaxed a bit. “I didn’t even know you could step out of the pentagram.”
“I ain’t a demon prince or some shit. I’m just a sinner demon who happens to have a little extra power so people like you can summon me.”
“How does that work anyway?” Anthony asked, all the fear he should be feeling washed out of him in an instant as he watched Husk walk over to his bedside table and pick up a picture of him and Molly. “I mean, sinner demons were formerly alive, right? I’ve always read that human spirits could only be contacted through seances or ouija boards or… necromancy I suppose. Not that I’d ever try that, diggin’ up some guy's dead body just to talk to him again ain’t my cup of tea. Anyway, it wasn’t until someone summoned an Overlord for the first time that anyone had successfully summoned a human soul.”
Husker laughed at that, actually laughed and Anthony sighed a bit dreamily. He had a really nice laugh. “Most sinner demons you can’t summon like this but Overlords, well, we have quite a bit more power in the form of the souls we take which makes us more closely related to actual demon kind. Hence why you can summon us. Though, like I said, we’re still not as powerful as actual Hellborn demons up here which also allows us a bit more freedom.” he plopped himself down on Anthony’s bed, setting the photo of him and Molly back down.
“Fascinating.” Anthony breathed, stepping closer, his bare feet making barely any noise on his floor but for when he stepped on a couple creaky floorboards. “So can you-”
“Uh uh.” Husker said, crossing his arms. “That’s enough free answers for you. You want more information out of me, I gotta get something of equal value out of you.”
Anthony scowled and placed his hands on his hips. “What the fuck do ya want from me? I’ve told ya three times now, I’m a college student, I ain’t got cash to burn on a demon . I ain’t got nothin’ to offer but a good time, baby.” he winked and didn’t let himself think about the fact that he was flirting with this demon again .
Husk looked Angel up and down, his golden eyes glowing as he paused at the bulge between his legs, barely covered by his short shorts he wore to sleep in. Shit, was Husker really checking him out right now? Fuck, if he’d known he would be summoning a demon to fuck around with, he would have dressed up a bit more or something.
“What sort of a good time?” Husker asked with a grin that showed off his fangs as he met Anthony’s eyes again.
Anthony swallowed hard and took another step closer so he was only a small step away from being between Husker’s legs. “How often do demons fuck humans?” he couldn’t help asking, needing to know if this was something that happened often.
“Ain’t you the demon expert here? You tell me.”
That made Anthony take a hesitant step back. “You’ve never fucked a human before?”
“Why would I?”
Oh, Anthony was so stupid. He was such a moron. He’d really summoned this demon here thinking he would just be able to get free answers to all of his questions and when he’d been told he couldn’t just ask questions for nothing, he’d stupidly propositioned a demon. A fucking demon. He’d done a lot of stupid shit in his life so far but propositioning a demon was a new low for him.
And yet, part of him wanted to go through with it.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
Husker grabbed Anthony’s hand and pulled him closer, making him gasp as he stumbled forward into the demon’s lap, straddling his legs. “What, you wanted to make the offer and now you're having second thoughts?”
Anthony swallowed hard and shook his head. “No, I just don’t know what the fuck could happen if we fuck. You’re a demon , man, what if you get me pregnant or some shit?”
Husker laughed so hard he nearly choked, using a hand to cover his face while Anthony blushed stupidly. “Angel, I’m dead. I can’t get anyone pregnant. Especially not some human guy .” he emphasized the last word, letting his hand slide down from his side and cup him over his shorts. Anthony gasped at the contact, the feeling of Husker’s yellow heart shapes paw pad squishing against his cock, his claws brushing against his balls and making him whimper. The demon smiled and pulled him closer, making his legs spread wider.
“W-wait-” Anthony gasped, “Husker-”
“I can feel how badly you want me. And you want your answers, don’t you?” He purred into Anthony’s ear. “I’ll tell you all about my kind, sweetheart.”
“You-you promise?” Anthony asked, grinding against Husk’s paw pad. He didn’t expect it, but the squishy surface actually felt so good as he pressed into it.
“I swear. Do we have a deal, kid?”
Don’t make deals with demons. That was rule number two in every book and forum Anthony had ever read, right after not giving demons your real name. Making deals with demons was essentially signing one's own death sentence. But this wasn’t a real deal, right? It wasn’t a soul deal, it was a sex deal. They fucked and Anthony got his information on the world he’d always been fascinated by. He wasn’t offering anything more than his body up to Husker, surely it couldn’t be so bad.
“We have a deal.” he whispered and as soon as the words left his mouth, a cherry red collar closed around his throat, the matching chain leading to Husker’s hand still resting on his waist. His eyes went wide as Husker lifted the chain, a smile spreading across his lips.
“Good.” he said and used the chain to tug Anthony closer, making him groan as he rubbed into his hand again. “Shall we play, my Angel?”
“I thought- I didn’t offer you my soul.” Anthony said, reaching up to grab the chain, panic rising in his chest as his hand passed right through it instead and landed on Husker’s chest.
“You didn’t.” Husker confirmed. “But you still made a deal. Don’t worry, it’ll dissipate when the deal is fulfilled.”
That made Anthony breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God he hadn’t accidentally sold his soul over to this Overlord, he wasn’t sure what it would be like to live without a soul but he also really didn’t want to find out. This, however, this he could be okay with. He’d never been leashed like this before, this could be fun.
Husker gave Anthony a devilish grin that sent a shiver all the way down his spine as he lifted his hand from his crotch and ran a long white claw all the way up to Anthony’s collar bone. “How much do you care about this shirt?” he asked, playing with the collar of his oversized shirt with his college’s name and mascot on the front.
He shrugged. “It’s just a sleep shirt, why?”
There was a ripping sound in answer and Anthony gasped as sharp claws tore his shirt to pieces, letting them fall to the floor. Once his chest was bare, Husker dropped the chain which vanished into thin air along with the collar and ran his hands up Anthony’s side. “Husker-” Anthony moaned as the demon leaned forward and ran his tongue over soft pink nipples. His head fell backwards as an unexpectedly - but not unwelcome - textured tongue toyed with his nipples until they were both stiff peaks, making him shutter when Husker blew cool breath against them.
“What about the shorts?” Husker asked, trailing his hands down to Anthony’s hips.
Words got stuck in Anthony’s throat as the thought of those claws shredding more of his clothes and all he could do was nod and moan loudly as his shorts were torn in seconds and scattered on the floor with the remains of his shirt.
“Underwear?” Husker asked, his claws toying with the pink lace of Anthony’s panties, trailing down over his ass and squeezing his soft cheeks with large hands. This was actually one of Anthony’s nicer pair of panties but he was so turned on right now, so surprisingly into the shredding of his clothes, he didn’t even care.
“Shred them, kitty.” he said and moaned when he heard the ripping and watched pink strips of fabric flutter to the floor with the rest of his clothes. Fuck, he was probably going to regret that in the morning but for now, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Not as he now sat naked on this Overlords lap, almost uncomfortably hard and already starting to feel overstimulated when all that had happened so far was destruction of his property.
“You’re even prettier like this.” Husker growled and leaned in, kissing and nipping at Anthony’s neck. “Pretty Angel, do you want me to touch you?”
“Please.” Anthony breathed, gripping tightly at the shoulders of the demon's suit jacket.
Husker released Anthony’s waist with one large hand and wrapped it instead around his cock which stood hard and leaking between his legs. Anthony moaned hotly as he was stroked roughly, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh, fuck, Husker-” he moaned.
“Look at me while I touch you.” Husker demanded and Anthony forced his eyes back to the demon with a gasp. “Ask me a question.”
“Now!?” Anthony asked, bewildered by this demon's timing. He wanted to play twenty fucking questions now of all times?
“Yes, now.” Husker growled and moved his other hand from Anthony’s waist to cup the back of his head. “Ask me a question.”
“I-” Anthony groaned as Husker ran a claw over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that dripped out of him around it. “I can’t think of anything right now. Your hand-” Anthony whined when said hand retreated, landing back on his waist. No, no, he hadn’t meant for that to happen! “Please.” he begged.
“You said you couldn’t think with my hand on you. I’m remedying the situation.”
Oh this Overlord was cruel. Everyone had said he was one of the nicer Overlords in Hell but Anthony would personally argue with all of them if he could. He was cruel and mean and a fucking asshole and-
Anthony hissed as he was tugged impossibly closer, his mouth was suddenly overwhelmed by a hot kiss. He moaned into Husker’s open mouth, letting his eyes slide shut as that wet, sandpaper tongue ran over his. Oh, by fucking God, of all the things he could have expected to come out of summoning a demon up from Hell, this wouldn’t have ever made his list.
Husker pulled back too soon and Anthony chased his lips, grinding himself down on his thigh. He was desperate for release since the Overlord had stopped touching him. Fuck if only he could think of a damn question to ask he could have that hand back on him. Think, think, think, Tony, he cursed himself when his mind still refused to give him even a hint of something to ask.
He couldn’t believe this. He’d had so many questions for this demon when he’d been setting up the summoning, had made a whole mental list of things he would ask about his world, his powers, his life in Hell and now, with something so simple as sitting in his lap, a sloppy kiss, a handjob that had ended too soon Anthony was blanking completely.
“Angel?” Husker asked, “Angel?” he repeated when Anthony didn’t answer at first, not recognizing the name as his.
“Huh?”
“You zoned out there for a minute.”
“I’m-” Anthony panted. “Trying to think of a question so you’ll fucking touch me again.”
The demon snorted and wrapped his hand back around Anthony’s cock, making him groan as he ground into it with a relieved breath. “Maybe an orgasm will help clear your head?” Husker asked as Anthony rocked his hips into his hand.
Actually, it would probably do the exact opposite, but Anthony would admit he was desperate for release and would do anything to get it. “Yeah, yes, please.”
Husker jerked his hand in time with Anthony’s thrusting hips. A shiver ran down Anthony’s spine as he was brought closer and closer to his climax, his whole body and mind buzzing with need. He could feel his orgasm right there at the edge and he chased it, speeding up his thrusts until he was whimpering and desperate and just not quite there.
“Awe, can the pretty Angel not get off from my hand alone?” Husker taunted and Anthony bared his teeth at him, holding up a middle finger. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to flip off an Overlord demon but he couldn’t find it in his desperate brain to give a shit about what Husker might do to him in punishment. Luckily, he didn’t do anything more than chuckle and shift his hands under Anthony’s thighs, lifting him as he got to his feet.
Anthony gasped and wrapped his legs around Husker’s waist, unsure what exactly he was doing with him. “What-” he started to ask when the demon turned around and tossed Anthony down on his back on the bed where he bounced against the mattress. He groaned as Husker kept his grip on his thighs, prying his legs apart from around his hips and shoving him backward so the demon could crawl between his legs. “Husker, fuck,” Anthony moaned, reaching up and tugging at his pale hair. “Please, touch me more, need to cum so badly.”
“Goddamn.” Husker said, sitting up and admiring Anthony. His eyes trailed over his freckled shoulders, down his flat stomach to the very slight V shape on his lower abdomen that led to his cock which was aching with his desperation and need for release. “You don’t have a bad angle, do you?”
“I’ve been told that.” Anthony grinned. “Now either fuck me or- oh!”
Husker bent, his red wings flaring behind him, and took Anthony’s cock in his mouth, swallowing him down nearly all the way in one fell swoop. Anthony cried out, clawing at his face as Husker sucked him, using that surprisingly delightful sandpaper tongue to tease down his shaft to his balls and back up to swirl around the tip. He hummed around it, making Anthony cry at the vibrations and, finally getting the stimulation he’d been craving so badly, he came hard, spilling down Husk’s throat.
Anthony could feel Husk swallowing down his seed as he went limp in his bed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh my God,” he breathed, voice hoarse from yelling his pleasure out. He barely even felt as Husker licked up his shaft to his tip, giving it a suck before pulling off and sitting back, licking his pink tongue over his lips.
“Look at you.” Husker commented, grinning as he looked over Anthony’s pliant body on the bed. “So fucking pathetic.”
“Fuck you.” Anthony managed to say though his brain felt like it was melting out his ears.
“Think you can ask your questions now? Or are you too fucked out? Are you so fucking pathetic that one orgasm will just do you in?”
“Fuck off,” Anthony hissed, clenching his fists in his sheets. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
Husker grinned and leaned in close, his breath warm on Anthony’s skin as he whispered right in his ear; “Then prove it.”
He was gone in an instant and Anthony cried out as he was roughly grabbed and tugged upward. His legs landed on Husker’s shoulders as strong arms wrapped around his middle, holding him in place. He tried to squirm but with only his head and shoulders pressed into the mattress, arms feeling more like jello than arms at the moment, there wasn’t much he could do. “Husker- wait, I’m- Shit!” he hissed through his teeth as Husker used the flat of his tongue to lick at Anthony’s clenching and desperate hole that was now right at the perfect height for the demon to feast on.
The Overlord didn’t wait, as Anthony had requested. He met the human's pretty brown eyes and gave him a devilish smile that nearly had him climaxing once more just from the look alone before he was licking him again. His tongue, which Anthony was quickly becoming enamroed with, felt perfect against his hole. He arched in Husker’s grip, pressing his feet into his soft wings, the feathers tickling the arches and adding another layer to his pleasure he hadn’t expected.
“Jesus!” Anthony cried out as Husker used the very tip of his tongue to trace around his hole before pushing into him and tasting him with a moan.
“Jesus won’t save you now, kid.” Husker growled and Anthony nearly lost it again at his gravelly voice sending more vibrations into him. His tongue was already so overstimulating with the sandpaper like texture that had been unexpected but so fucking good. Anthony wasn’t sure a normal human tongue would ever feel as good to him again.
Husker tightened his grip around Anthony’s middle with one arm, his other hand running claws lightly up his abdomen to play with his peaked nipples. Oh, if he could bottle a feeling and keep it to himself forever, it would be the feeling of those claws toying with his nipples. The way Husker expertly rolled and pinched them between the smooth surface of his claws had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his spent cock which had already gone back to half mass with the demon’s tongue now standing at full attention.
Husker noticed, golden eyes flicking to his length which leaked precum against his arm and Anthony nearly cried out as the tongue disappeared from his hole for a handful of seconds before it wrapped around the base of his shaft. “Ah!” he writhed under Husker's touch, under his tongue licking just right up his cock and back down to his balls which he took in his mouth and sucked. Shit, so many people always forgot about the balls while fucking but not Husker. Anthony yelped, his fingers tugging hard at his hair as he fell into his second orgasm.
“That’s it, good boy.” Husker praised with one more lick to his human’s softening cock.
Anthony groaned as Husker lowered him to the bed and released him, letting him sprawl into a puddle of blissed out, vaguely man shaped goo. His legs fell open, spreading wide around the demon who still knelt between them. His hand dropped weakly back to the bed, his hair a disaster from how he’d been tugging at it. His chest heaved as he tried desperately to catch breath he couldn’t seem to get. He felt like he was drowning and floating all at once and he couldn’t figure out how that was possible.
“I-” he rasped when he could finally take a somewhat deep breath again. “I’ve never had an orgasm that good before.”
Husker rolled his eyes and used the already soiled bed sheet to wipe Anthony’s cum from where he’d spilled onto his arm. “You humans never know the right spots to hit.”
“You were human once.” Anthony reminded the demon with a raised brow.
Husker only grinned at that, a grin that sent a shudder all the way through Anthony and had his dick twitching once more. “And aren’t you glad I’m not now?”
Anthony sucked his lower lip between his teeth. “I have a question.”
“Finally.” Husker crossed his arms and waited for Anthony to continue.
“When do I get to suck your dick?”
Husker smacked his forehead and ran his hand roughly down his face, eyes glowing golden for the span of a blink. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Anthony pushed himself up on shaking elbows with a grin at the demon. “Oh, baby, I’d never kid about demon dick.”
The Overlord growled and grabbed his human by the arms, pulling him upright and back into his lap. “Fine, you can suck my dick.” he traced one long claw along Anthony’s jaw to his chin which he grabbed tightly, forcing his already parted lips open wider. “Only if you can prove yourself good enough first.” he said and let his claw slide into Anthony’s wet, hot mouth.
Anthony wasted no time proving himself. He closed his lips around the pearly white claw and ran his tongue along the underside to the sharp tip. He pressed his tongue against the point and felt a drop of blood rise to the surface immediately, the metallic taste overwhelming his taste buds. He moaned as he swallowed down his blood and sucked Husker’s claw further into his mouth to his knuckle. He buried his nose in soft fur and felt Husker curl his claw inside his mouth, pricking his tongue again which only spurred him on.
“Fuck, kid,” Husker grunted. “Shoulda guessed that brat mouth of yours was good for something other than talkin’ back.”
Anthony didn't let up on sucking Husker's finger. Instead, he doubled down and sucked harder, eyelids fluttering as Husker groaned and tugged on his finger. Anthony grinned up at him and clamped his teeth shut, stopping him from pulling away.
“Little shit.” The demon snarled and yanked his hand back, making Anthony give him an evil little laugh.
“Don't try me when it comes to suckin’ on things, my mouth is the most critically acclaimed part a me.”
“Critically acclaimed?” Husker snorted. “What happened to broke college kid?”
“I have depths.” Anthony winked.
Husker raised a feather brow and reached around Anthony’s small frame to place a hard smack to his ass. Anthony yelped and fell off Husker’s lap to the floor with a grunt. The demon chuckled down at him and got to his feet between the humans legs, hands going to his belt. Anthony watched hungrily as he undid the buckle then made quick work of popping open the button of his pants and tugging down the zipper. There was a minute of hesitation, the Overlord seeming a bit… was that nervousness Anthony could see briefly in his golden eyes?
He blinked it away quickly and hooked his thumbs into his pants and boxer beneath and pushed them down to rest around his knees.
“Holy fuck, ” Anthony nearly choked on his own spit, pushing himself up to his elbows from his spot on the floor as Husker revealed himself to him. His cock wasn’t very long, maybe only five inches if Anthony had to guess? But it was thick, easily the width of Anthony’s skinny forearm, maybe even a bit girthier than that. And it had ridges .
Anthony felt a bit light headed just looking at it.
“Stop drooling.” Husker said after a long minute of Anthony staring at him in awe. He twirled his hand in the air and that cherry red chain from before that Anthony had all but forgotten about appeared in his hand, the collar clasping around the human’s neck. “Either spit out what you want to say,” Husker growled the words, yanking the chain and pulling Anthony up to his knees with a soft whimper. “Or get on your knees and put that drool to good use.”
“Yes sir.” Anthony breathed. He placed his hands on Husker’s thighs to keep himself steady, letting his fingers tangle into soft fur and looked wide eyed at the now close up look he had at the pretty red cock standing at attention between Husk’s legs. With a curious tilt of his head, Anthony lifted one hand from Husker’s thigh and balled it into a fist, holding it up to the head for a comparison. “Oh, Jesus Christ .” he muttered when he realized his fist and Husker’s cock were about the same width around. “Guess it’s good I taught myself how to unhinge my jaw.”
“Of course you did.” Husk rolled his eyes as Anthony winked and placed his hand back on his thigh. There was a tug to the chain and Anthony groaned as he was pulled closer with a snarled; “Hurry the fuck up.”
Anthony took a deep breath, maybe the last breath he would take with this thing in his mouth, sent a prayer up to the Lord and parted his lips. He poked his tongue out and licked at the string of precum that dripped down the underside of the demon’s cock and opened his mouth wide enough for his tip to slip in easily. The Overlord hummed as Anthony swirled his tongue expertly around, prodding at the slit in the head before he slowly took more of him into his mouth.
“That’s right,” Husker moaned as Anthony sucked him in, jaw going slack. “That's a good boy.”
Anthony moaned and rubbed his thighs together at the praise from the demon. Oh he could definitely get used to hearing the words “good boy” directed at him in that deep, sexy voice. He opened his mouth even wider, as wide as he possibly could, and sucked Husk all the way into his mouth. Tears stung his eyes as a dull ache started in his jaw but he was so determined to show this demon that not all humans were incompetent that he ignored it and sucked him down even more until his nose was pressed into a furry groin.
“Pretty human.” Husker hummed, eyes trained on Anthony's face pressed into his soft fur. “Pretty Angel, don't cry.” He whispered and wiped at Anthony's tears.
Anthony hummed, eyes fluttering closed at the soft touch. His stomach did a little flip when Husker caressed his cheek before dropping the chain which vanished in a puff of smoke. A second later, the hand that had been holding the chain found its way into his hair, fingers tangling into the blond tresses.
“Come on, babydoll.” Husker encouraged with a yank of Anthony's hair, pulling him back off his cock until only the tip remained in his mouth. “It's not a very good blowjob if you just sit there, is it?”
Anthony shook his head, face going pink in embarrassment as he realized he'd been falling into subspace and had forgotten the task at hand. He just wanted so badly to be good for this demon, to prove to him that he could get him off just as good as he'd done for him. He breathed deeply through his nose and started sucking Husker off properly. He used every ounce of skill he'd built up over the years and put his all into giving this Overlord demon the best blowjob of his life. Or… afterlife?
Anthony didn't let himself dwell on the specifics, instead focusing on his tongue. He bobbed his head on the tip, working up enough spit to make it easy to slide his mouth down further until he was nearly pressed into Husker's pelvis again. He licked along the underside of his shaft as he breathed him in and slowly pulled back to the tip once again. The ridges along the demon's dick felt nice as he ran his tongue over them over and over with each bob of his head.
Husker was moaning, lewd, deep noises as Anthony worked him, his fingers still tangled in soft hair guiding his head in a new direction everytime he wanted something different. Anthony couldn't help but notice how well they worked together and it sent a thrill down his spine.
“Shit, getting close.” Husker warned after a few minutes of bobbing, sucking and licking and Anthony could help but feel pride for how quickly he'd gotten the demon to climax. He would have to remember to say “I told you so” when he was done. “Pretty Angel, fuck.”
Anthony didn't let up - not that he thought Husker would let him anyway. He bobbed and sucked until his jaw was screaming at him to take a break and still he kept going. He was going to make Husker cum if it was the last thing he did. If he could get this demon to cum down his throat and prove himself better than everyone else he'd ever fucked, he would be able to die happy.
“Shit,” Husker muttered. “Fuck!” He roared his pleasure to the ceiling and Anthony took him all the way into his mouth to fully enjoy the feeling of warm cum spilling over his tongue. He swallowed it down greedily, sucking on Husker's dick like a popsicle on a hot day.
Once Husker was done, he slumped forward, one hand still clasped - now loosely - in Anthony's hair and the other falling to his shoulder. “Fuck, kid.” He muttered and Anthony grinned as he pulled off to the tip, giving it a light suck before he pulled off completely, licking his lips.
“I told ya.” Anthony said as he reached a hand up to rub at his sore jaw.
“You want a medal or some shit?” Husker asked, struggling to catch his breath. He fell back onto Anthony's bed with a grunt and rubbed a hand down his face.
“Maybe.” Anthony sat back with a lazy grin on his face. “It could say “Number One Sucker of Demon Dick” or something like that.”
Husker scoffed. “What makes you think that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten? I'll admit it was good, kid, but I've had better.”
Anthony scoffed and pushed himself to his feet, placing his hands on his hips as he now towered over the demon sitting on his bed. Husker lifted his head to meet unamused brown eyes and Anthony could have swore he saw the spark of intrigue cross his face. “You dick. That was great and you fucking know it! I got you to cum so quickly!”
Husker shrugged and leaned back, hands pressing into the mattress behind him. “You really do think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” he asked with a roll of his eyes that made Anthony’s blood boil. “You think you’re so good? Prove it.”
Anthony launched himself at the Overlord, tackling him backwards onto his bed which groaned underneath them. Husker grunted, his wings flaring wide to either side so they weren’t crushed. He placed large hands on small, freckled hips and Anthony grabbed his face, pulling him closer until their lips met again. He ignored the low growl in the demon’s throat as he forced his mouth open and licked into his maw, meeting that sandpaper tongue with a groan.
“You want me to prove it?” he asked, reaching behind him with one hand, the other still pressed against Husker’s jaw, thumb caressing him gently, and grabbed hold of his cock which made him growl again. “Baby, don’t challenge me like that. I’ll make you go back to Hell with your head hung and having to admit to anyone who asks that the best lay you’ve ever had was with a human. ”
“Then shut the fuck up,” Husker growled as Anthony gave him a few strokes stroke, bringing him quickly back to full hardness. “And prove it .”
Anthony snarled - a noise he’d never made before in his life - and pulled off Husker to get to his feet. He smacked large paws away when they grabbed for him, intent on pulling him back to bed, and walked over to his closet. He reached up to the shelf hung up above his racks of clothes and felt around toward the back until he found what he was looking for.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Husker asked from the bed and when Anthony turned around with the box, found him sitting up on his elbows, looking annoyed. “I don’t have all fuckin’ night kid. What is that?”
Anthony rolled his eyes and walked back over to Husker, handing him the box. Husker raised a quizzical brow and lifted the lid, snorting at what lay inside. “You keep your toys in a shoe box?” he asked with a raised brow.
“My sister’s a snoop.” Anthony shrugged and reached into the box, pulling out a small bottle of lube that was almost gone, frowning at the little bit of contents left in the bottle. “Hope this is enough.” he mused.
Husker reached into the box and pulled out the large, wide based purple dildo that sat nestled at the front next to a box of condoms and held it up to Anthony’s stomach with an appreciative hum. Anthony, less amused, took the dildo and tossed it back into the box, closing the lid and taking the box back from the demon. He tossed it to the floor with the intention of putting it back later before straddling the demon’s lap again.
Large hands found slender hips once more as Husker laid back again, pulling his human down with him. Anthony gripped the nearly empty bottle of lube in a death grip as he was roughly kissed again, held tightly to a clothed chest. It was about then that he realized he was completely naked and Husker hadn’t even taken his pants off all the way. He was not about to fuck someone who wouldn’t even put in the effort to get undressed. He moved shaking fingers to the buttons of the demons’ suit jacket and popped them open then moved up to work open the first two buttons of his white shirt beneath.
“No,” Husker growled, pulling back from their shared kisses and grabbing both of Anthony’s wrists in one large hand, making him drop the bottle of lube.
“You don’t want to get this handsome suit of yours all dirty, do you, kitten?” Anthony taunted, earning a sneer from the cat.
“If you take anything off of me outside of that circle,” he gestured toward the pentagram on the floor with his free hand, “It will disappear. I’m only able to keep hold of them because they’re on my person but if you undress me completely, I go back to Hell naked. And that’s not happening.”
Anthony grinned and leaned forward to press a kiss to Husker’s cute heart shaped nose. “What, don’t want everyone to know you fucked a human? You ashamed of me all of a sudden? Remember, kitty cat, this was your idea.”
“Angel,” Husker said, the name rumbling through his chest and Anthony moaned, grinding against the demon’s dick. “You little shit.”
“Calling me names isn’t going to make you less of a coward.” Anthony taunted. This was probably a bad idea, taunting a demon like he was, but he decided he didn’t give a shit. Husker couldn’t do anything to him, not permanently anyway. Maybe one day they would meet in Hell when Anthony eventually died and Husker would remember him and get his payback then but for now? He was as threatening as a declawed housecat and Anthony wasn’t about to let him intimidate him.
“Fine.” he ground out between clenched teeth and released the human’s hands, moving to grab his hips instead. Anthony grinned and got back to work unbuttoning Husker’s shirt. He sat up, rubbing them against each other as he did and pulling a rumbling moan from Husker’s throat. He finished with his buttons, pushing his shirt open to reveal a slightly muscled chest covered in white fur. Anthony ran his fingers over the fur, soft to the touch, before tilting his head curiously and feeling around his chest. “What are you doing?” Husker asked as he trailed his fingers through his fur.
“Looking for- ah,” Anthony grinned as he found what he was looking for, giving a light pinch to the nipple he could feel under his fingers. Husker growled and his claws dug into the skin of his human’s hips, though he didn’t draw blood. Yet.
“Knock it off.” Husker said, voice rough as Anthony traced a line across to the opposite side of his chest with his other hand and found his other nipple easily. He pinched and Husker moved his hand from Anthony’s hips to clutch at his bedsheets instead, not wanting to actually hurt the human.
“You like this.”
“No I don’t.”
Anthony grinned and ground against Husker again whose cock was so hard it must be hurting quite a bit. “Then explain this.”
In a blink, Anthony’s hands were clasped in Husker’s again and pulled away from his chest. “Brat.” he muttered and used his grip on Anthony’s wrists to toss him to the side onto the bed.
Anthony grunted as he landed on his back, his wrists still clasped in large hands, a bolt of excitement rushing up his spine as Husker kicked his pants off and settled himself between his legs. He grabbed soft thighs in his large hands, and pushed them forward against Anthony’s stomach, exposing his hole to the demon once again.
“Finger yourself.” Husker demanded, his voice somehow sounding like it was everywhere all at once and when Anthony met his eyes, they were glowing gold. Anthony grabbed the lube from where he’d dropped it on the bed, uncapped it and gave it a few good shakes until he could squeeze a glob out onto his fingers. There wasn’t nearly enough with what was already on his fingers and what was left in the bottle for this to be a comfortable fuck, especially with those ridges along Husk’s cock, but he decided he really didn’t care.
“That’s it, pretty Angel.” Husker encouraged as Anthony slid two fingers easily into his hole, already loose from Husker’s tongue. He hissed as he scissored his fingers apart, working himself open as he had many times before. He felt the tips of sharp claws press into his thighs as the demon hovering over him watched him, hands clenching with want. It wasn’t long before he was able to slip a third finger in and soon after that when his thumb joined as well until he could nearly fuck his whole fist into himself. The whole time he worked himself loose, Husker watched with those glowing eyes, claws continuing to dig into his skin.
“There’s not enough lube.” Anthony said when he finally pulled his hand out and grabbed the bottle that only held maybe enough to coat his pinky finger. Maybe.
Husker gave Anthony a grin that made his stomach do flips and, with little more warning than that, spit right onto Anthony’s hole. The human groaned as his knees were pressed tighter to his chest and Husker lined himself up. “Ready?” he checked and Anthony nodded enthusiastically, crying out at the ceiling as Husker thrust into him. The stretch was painful yet felt so good as the demon bottomed out, releasing Anthony’s legs so they fell to his shoulders. “You take me so well, pretty Angel.”
“S-so big,” Anthony gasped.
Husker grinned and started thrusting his hips, pulling back out until only the head of his cock was still inside and slamming back in with a growl that had Anthony tugging at his hair and writhing beneath him, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Good boy, you swallow me up like you were made to be my little cocksleeve.” Husker grunted. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes!” Anthony cried, prying his hands from his hair to grip at Husker's arms.
“You were so determined to prove yourself a good fuck for me, wanting to make me hang my head in shame but what about you? What are you going to say when people ask who the best fuck you’ve ever had was?”
“You, Husker!” Anthony cried. “You, you! It’s you!”
“Good boy.” Husker growled the words and Anthony pried his eyes open, tears falling down his cheeks immediately. He used the flat part of one claw to wipe the tears from Anthony’s cheeks, lifting it to his mouth and licking the salty tears clean. “So pretty when you cry for me, my Angel.”
“I’m-” Anthony moaned, head going a bit foggy. “I’m yours.” he promised.
“All mine.” Husker said, his voice coming out gruffer than it had been before and Anthony gasped as he felt the cock buried inside him growing thicker, stretching him even wider. It took a second for Anthony’s brain to catch up with what was happening before him, for his eyes to really see the golden magic that hung around them like a haze, to notice that not only was Husker’s cock growing in size inside of him, his whole body was shifting and changing and growing. He shoulder’s were getting broader, his torso longer, his wings expanding, his maw lengthening, his canine teeth growing to hang out of his mouth like a saber cat. His eyes were shining with power, like golden pools of ichor. There was a tearing noise as he continued to grow bigger and his shirt and suit jacket he hadn’t managed to get off stopped being able to contain his mass.
“Mine.” Husker’s voice rumbled through the room, so deep Anthony could feel it in his bones. He lifted a hand and this time, Anthony was prepared as he felt the collar lock around his throat, binding him to the demon, to his Overlord.
“Yours.” he promised. “All yours.”
Husker leaned his maw down and licked his tongue over Anthony’s face, earning an unexpected moan in return. Well, that wasn’t something Anthony knew he was into before but, fuck it, between the cock stretching him to near tearing and sending more tears spilling down his cheeks and the fog that was quickly filling his head, he couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered.
Anthony cried out as one of those claws, now longer and sharper than it had been before Husker’s transformation, ran down his side. It left the thinnest line of red blood in its wake before disappearing from the skin and moving to touch his hard cock, aching from where it lay against his stomach. “Husker-!” Anthony cried as he was being stimulated everywhere and found himself unable to comprehend anything but the feeling of the demon's touch.
“Come for me, my pretty Angel.” Husker demanded gruffly, making Anthony writhe again. “I’m going to make you mine.”
Anthony couldn’t think what those words could possibly mean, didn’t care to know. All he knew right then was that in this moment, he was nobody and nothing without his Overlord. He gasped as his cock was given a stroke followed by another and another until he couldn’t think anymore, until his brain short circuited and all he could see were golden eyes and sharp teeth aiming right for his neck.
The cry that left his mouth was like no noise he’d ever made before as fangs sunk into his skin while he came hard enough to see white. He heard the snarl in his ear, felt the familiar feeling of being filled with cum and everything suddenly went black.
It was minutes before the human woke up again. Husk shrunk back down to his normal size, clothes he’d torn right through falling off his body and vanishing before they hit the floor, when Angel went limp in his arms. He pulled out of him with a groan and grabbed for one of his pillows, pressing it against the bite mark on his neck to staunch the blood flowing freely from it. “Shit,” he muttered when the pillow case immediately turned crimson. He hadn’t meant to fuck the guy into blacking out. Hell, he really shouldn’t have fucked him at all. What kind of demon got their kicks with a human? And what kind of demon got so into getting said kicks with said human that they were willing to burn through some of their souls to be able to use their demon powers Topside?
Husk, apparently.
“Hey,” he said, flipping the pillow to a clean spot and holding it back to the mark on Angel’s neck. “Kid, hey.” he smacked his cheek a few times. “Wake up.”
The human groaned and squeezed his eyes shut for a minute before he blinked them open and looked around confused until he met Husk’s eyes. “What…” he furrowed his brows. “What happened?”
“You passed out.”
“Oh.” Angel still looked confused. “Did you- I thought Overlord demons were powerless Topside outside of the pentagram. How did you go all big monster demon like that?”
Of fucking course. This guy had just been fucked into passing out by a demon and his first thought wasn’t for his own concern, but a question about how demons worked. Husk rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his scrawny arms, hauling him into his arms and letting the pillow drop back to the bed. “We can do whatever we want if we burn some of our soul contracts.” He grunted as he carried Angel out of his room and down the hall a bit until he spotted a bathroom.
“Oh.” Angel cocked his head as Husker shifted him in his arms to turn the light on then lowered him down to sit on the toilet seat. It was then that the human seemed to notice the blood that ran down his torso from the wound at his neck. “Whoa! This from you biting me?”
“Yes.” Husk said as he leaned into the shower and turned it on. “You got a first aid kit around here?”
“Under the sink.” Angel gestured, reaching up and touching the wound at his neck, hissing at the sudden pain. “I’m impressed you missed hitting something vital.”
Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to kill you.” He held a hand under the spray of water, checking the temperature, then pulled his hand out and used a towel to dry it. “Get in and clean the wound out so it doesn’t get infected then I’ll bandage your stupid ass.”
Angel laughed and Husk’s ears twitched at the musical sound of it, trying not to let himself dwell on that thought too much as he bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink. He heard the shower curtain scrape against the rod as the human got in and an immediate cry of pain came from behind it. “Shit!” Angel cursed. “That fucking stings.”
“Duh.” Husk sighed and found the first aid kit, pulling it out and opening it on the counter.
“How the fuck am I going to explain this to my sister?” Angel asked absently and Husk heard the pop of what sounded like the lid of a soap bottle followed by the smell of citrus and sugar filling the small bathroom. “I mean, she’s told me time and time again not to summon demons into our home. If she finds out I not only did that but then let him fuck me she’s going to be so disappointed.”
“Maybe don’t tell her?” Husk suggested, pulling out the supplies he would need to bandage his dumb human.
“She’ll notice the bandages. Ouch!”
Husk sighed and stepped up to the curtain, pushing it aside and poking his head in. Angel stood under the water frantically washing soap out of his wound with a grimace on his freckled face. “You good in here?”
“Fine and dandy.” Angel winked and reached down to shut the water off.
Husk grabbed the fluffy blue towel hanging on the rack but Angel held his hand up and pointed to the pink one hanging next to it. Husk raised a brow and hung the blue one back up, handing him the pink one instead. He took it with a wink and threw it over his shoulders, pushing the curtain open and shoo’d Husk back so he could get out.
“Put pressure on that.” Husk said when he noticed blood dribbling down Angel’s chest again. The human looked down, confused and immediately pressed his towel hard into the wound at his neck.
“Jesus Christ, this is going to take forever to heal!”
Husk shrugged, not really feeling as bad as he probably should. He had warned the human that he was going to make him his. What had he thought that meant? “Come here,” he said, gesturing to the toilet lid. Angel sat down and lifted his towel, scowling at the blood staining it. Husk grabbed the two large pieces of gauze he’d pulled out of the first aid kit and pressed them to the bite mark, holding them against Angel’s skin with a light pressure. “Dry off your neck and chest so this shit sticks to you.” Husk said, grabbing the medical tape he’d also pulled out. It wasn’t a very big roll of the stuff and he hoped it would be enough for how he would need to wrap this kid up to properly staunch the bleeding.
Angel did as he was told, moving the towel around where Husk’s hand held the gauze in place. Once he was dry, Husk took the towel from him and tossed it to the floor then lifted his hand from the gauze. He frowned at the blood that stained through them and had seeped out onto his yellow paw pad. “Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully and grabbed two more pieces of gauze, laying them over the top of the first two before he quickly started wrapping the tape around Angel’s neck then down around his chest, under his arm. The bandage looked a little weird by the time he used his claw to tear through the tape and stick it to itself but it was holding pressure where it needed to and that was good enough for now. “There. Keep it clean and covered until it heals and you’ll be fine.”
“Maybe I can make a mess of the apartment and she’ll believe me if I tell her we got robbed.” Angel mused as Husk closed the first aid kit and scooped the human back into his arms. “And the robber stabbed me. With two knives. Making it look… exactly like a bite mark… She’s not gonna believe me, is she?”
“No.” Husk said with a roll of his eyes. “She’d have to be stupid to believe that load of shit you just spewed. She stupid?”
“She’s smarter than me.”
“Then no, she won’t believe you.”
Angel sighed dramatically, laying back in Husk’s arms and kicking his legs out before him, hand flying up to his forehead. “I can’t believe I let myself be talked into fucking a demon! And now I’m injured! Whatever am I goin’ ta do!?”
“Would you knock it off, fuckin’ brat?” Husk grumbled, lifting Angel back upright so he didn’t smash his head into his bedroom door frame as they walked through.
Angel snickered suddenly as Husk carried him to the bed and set him down on it. “Hey, ya think if I tell my pastor I fucked a demon he’ll try to exorcise me?”
Husk sighed and pushed the human down by his uninjured shoulder, grabbing the blankets and tugging them up to cover his naked body. “You go ask and let me know, kid.”
“Wait,” Angel sat back up in bed when he realized what Husk was doing, a frown creasing his eyebrows. “You’re not leaving are ya?”
“I told you, I can’t stay forever. I’ll get sucked back down soon if you don’t banish me first. And I think you’ve had enough playing with things you shouldn’t for one day. You should sleep. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up.”
“But-” Angel shook his head and reached for Husk who took a step back. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Kid…” Husk sighed and rubbed his face. This, this was why he didn’t fuck around with humans. They always got attached. “I can’t stay. You had to know that when you summoned me.”
“I… I did.” Angel said with a soft sound in his throat, almost like a choked sob.
“I’m sorry, my pretty Angel.” Husk frowned and couldn’t resist stepping forward and taking the hand still stretched out to him. He lifted his other hand and cupped a freckled cheek, relishing the way the human nuzzled against his paw pad.
“Will you lay with me?” Angel asked, looking up to Husk with teary eyes and Husk’s long cold heart gave an unexpected lurch. “Just until you get sent back. Please.”
This was insane, they didn’t even know each other’s real names. Or at least, Husk didn’t know Angel’s. He supposed Husker was as much his real name as anything so he was close enough. Yet this human was looking at him like a lover, not the demon who’d fucked him so hard he’d passed out from it. He was looking at him like he couldn’t bear for him to leave his side, not like the monster he was. And Husk just couldn’t walk away from that look.
He sighed and nodded his head slowly. “Okay, sure.” he agreed, mentally kicking himself but unable to stop his feet from walking to the other side of the bed and climbing in beside the human. He held his arms open and Angel immediately snuggled into his side, humming contentedly as Husk adjusted his wings under him, arms going around the human at his side.
“So was the sex of equal value enough for you to answer more of my questions?” Angel asked, voice already sounding groggy as he got comfortable.
“It was enough.” Husk conceded with a chuckle, settling back into the pillows and crossing his legs before him. He’d lost control of the bond between them and that chain that acted as a physical representation of their deal as soon as Angel had blacked out after his orgasm. “I’ll answer your questions if you can stay awake to ask ‘em.”
“I can stay awake.” Angel said confidently. Husk had his doubts.
It was only about ten minutes before the human fell asleep in Husk’s arms, snoring like a truck and drooling into his fur. And another thirty minutes after that, Husk felt the familiar tug of Hell summoning him back. He glanced up and, sure enough, one of the candles around the pentagram had gone out of its own accord.
Husk sighed and looked down at Angel, running a hand through his soft blond hair before he gently cupped the back of his head and shifted him to the pillows beside him. He shifted away from the human, who even in sleep still had a death grip on his arm. “C’mon.” he muttered and grabbed one of the pillows he’d been laying on, stuffing it into Angel’s arms. The human latched onto the pillow immediately and Husk yanked his arm free with a relieved breath that he’d managed not to wake him.
Husk got up from the bed and looked around the room the two of them had absolutely destroyed in their fucking. He glanced at the pentagram, still with only one candle blown out. With a nod of his head, he grabbed the blood stained pillow that had been knocked to the floor and walked out of the room, grabbing the towel from the bathroom and searching all the rest of the rooms in the apartment until he found a utility closet containing an old looking washer and dryer. He tossed the blood stained items in the wash and started a cycle, closing the door behind him. He stopped by the bathroom again on his way back to Angel’s room and grabbed the first aid kit he’d left sitting on the counter, storing it back under the sink where he’d pulled it from.
By the time he made it back to Angel’s room, two more candles had gone out. He nodded and scanned the room, his eyes landing on the shoe box of his humans’ toys. He grinned as he picked it up and headed over to the closet, sliding it up onto the shelf he’d watched Angel pull it down from. He turned back around once it was back in place and found one more candle had gone out.
He padded back across the room to the bed where the pile of Angel’s shredded clothes lay on the floor. He scooped them up and tossed them into the trash can on the other side of the side table. Once that was taken care of, he moved back to stand by the bed and reached forward to push soft hair out of a sleeping face, eyes going soft at his pretty Angel. He bent and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, my Angel.” he whispered before he straightened and turned to the pentagram. Only one candle remained lit.
With one more glance over his shoulder, Husk gave Angel a sad smile and stepped into the circle to the center of the pentagram where he’d been standing when he was summoned only a couple of hours ago. He looked at the last candle, looked up to Angel’s sleeping form, lifted his hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. He held his hand out toward his human and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the tears he refused to let fall.
The final candle went out with a quiet gust of wind.
Anthony groaned when he woke up the next morning, rubbing at his eyes as he sat up in bed, his head pounding. He yawned and lifted his arms above his head in a stretch. Or, he would have if halfway into the air, his left shoulder hadn’t sent a shock of pain all the way down his spine. “Ow, fuck,” he cursed and lowered his arm, looking at the bandages wrapped around his chest and neck. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “What?” he gasped as last night came back to him in a sudden wave of memory. “Oh,” he looked around his room. “Husker!?” he called and kicked his blankets off his legs, suddenly forgetting about his splitting headache. He moved to the edge of his bed, groaning as more pain racked through him, this time from his sore, used ass.
He stood up quickly so he didn’t have to sit on it for longer than necessary, his knees wobbled underneath him and he held his arms out to keep his balance. Christ, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this sore and shaky after having sex with anyone. He decided to take that as a sign that it had been really good, considering his mind was foggy on quite a few of the details of the previous night.
Once on his feet, Anthony looked around his room, his eyes catching on the chalk pentagram he’d drawn out last night, the playing cards that still sat at each of the points with the unlit candles.
Right. Of course. Husker wasn’t here. He must have been summoned back down to Hell while Anthony slept.
Anthony couldn’t understand why that made his heart ache in his chest.
Frowning, he looked away from the pentagram and wiped at tears he felt stinging his eyes. He wasn’t about to sit here and cry over a demon . That had to be the stupidest reason to cry ever. Even if they had fucked and it had been an admittedly good time. Okay, a great time.
Okay , the best fuck Anthony had ever had in his life.
He still wouldn’t cry about it. He’d known what would happen at the end of the night when he’d made the decision to summon a demon. They couldn’t stay Topside forever, Husker was bound to vanish at some point. Anthony supposed he only wished he’d gotten to say goodbye.
He sighed and was about to turn his back on the pentagram to grab his robe out of his closet so he could head out to the kitchen for some breakfast when something red caught his attention near his bed. He tilted his head curiously and stepped around the pentagram, kneeling by his bed and picked up the pure red feather, nearly the exact shade of the blood he vaguely remembered spilling down his chest last night.
“Husker,” Anthony breathed as he twirled the feather between his fingers before lifting it to his face and rubbing it across his cheek. It was soft against his skin and this time when he felt the stinging of his eyes, he wasn’t able to fight back his tears.