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Blood was one of the vague things whose smell engulfed the room. Sigils were drawn from one corner to another, not even the roof was left untouched. Ancient books that looked like they’d crumble in touch were scattered on every piece of furniture possible in the dimly lit room. Dim lit? Guess that's how it will be when there’s only 3 candles as your source of light, with a fourth soon to be added to said collection.
Till’s hands shook, like he’d drop the lighter in his hand within the next second and set his whole apartment on fire. He took the burning fire close to the drooping wick, lighting it up. He kept the lighter aside, picking up a blade and slashing his forearm, letting the blood drip onto the sigil already created by his blood that was now long dried, “O magne daemon, sanguinem meum tibi offero, pro perpetua tua fidelitate” he mumbled, over and over again, the same phrase on repeat.
The air turned cold, for a moment Till could even say it felt like oxygen being snatched out of his lungs. The slow air turned into a whirlwind, as all the pages and things started getting thrown and wrecked from one place to another, Till dug his fingers into the dirty rugs on which he sat, staring at the bloody sigil whose ground seemed to have liquefied, like boiling water, except cold. Black goo emerged from the ground, lots of it, as Till dragged himself away from the sigil, almost regretting his decision. The black goo began taking shape, a demon, what Till had summoned.
Till starred the figure in front of him up and down, tall guy, he’d say, about 6 foot, a black trench coat that went all the way down to his knees, mock neck top that hugged him like a second skin, paired with other classic stuff you’d expect from a stereotypical demon in books...leather pants with chains, boots, you name it- he’s wearing it.
“Why have you summoned me?” the demon spoke, his voice sending chills down Till’s throat, making his heart want to jump out any second now and make a run for it.
“I want to feel alive again” said Till, his voice not anywhere above a whisper.
The demon kneeled down- his eyes trailed over his body- taking his appearance in like a lord observes a lady before asking for her hand, he ran his fingers down his hand- from his shoulder to the bold gash across his arm. He dug a finger into a gash and Till yelped out in pain, teeth clattering- eyes watering, yet not saying a word in fear of the demon.
“Do you know what it is, you have summoned?” the demon asked, his voice radiating authority yet melodious, something captivating about it that made Till want to lean in, to touch him back- let him drag his soul through the mud of hell and thank him for it. “A demon?” Till spoke, his voice rather inaudible for the normal person, but perfectly reaching the ears of the demon who had him practically half in his lap.
“In specific?” He smiled, and Till noticed the sharp tooth protruding out of the side of his mouth, almost like a fang- a fang Till would rather have buried in his neck, “I don’t…” Till spoke, looking up at the demon with an uncertain gaze, “…know”.
“I am Ivan” the demon revealed his name, moving his other hand to wrap around Till’s waist- from a gentle touch to his t-shirt, to a tight grip on his skin, pulling the boy covered in blood and sweat closer to him. Ivan looked at him with glee- because he’d wretched himself of said blood and sweat for him- only him, and Ivan would reward him greatly, because he too was grateful for this grand gesture, “…an incubus”
Till leaned in further as the demon revealed more information about himself- his free hand finding a position on Ivan’s chest, back arched so their bodies would be in close contact. Ivan smiled, looking at Till writhing beneath him, before eventually tilting his neck down and capturing the human in a hungry kiss.
Spit, tongues, lips, a big mess of lust and desire. Ivan would pull away roughly only to smash his lips back on Till’s- devouring, sucking out his soul, he’d suck out every drop, pour it back in and then steal it once again, he could not have enough- this human had him ensnared like no other in all his years alive. The fang that protruded out of his mouth bit Till’s lip, the action awarding Ivan with a sensual moan escaping from the man beneath him. His silk like tongue licked at the blood before trailing his bites and nips downwards- from the neck to the shoulder- as he tore Till’s shirt, annoyed at the sleeve that disrupted his path.
Ivan’s mouth eventually found Till’s gash, and his tongue started to lick at the dripping and dried blood alike, Till used his other hand as a gag for his mouth, muffling the ecstatic sounds of pain and pleasure making its way through his mouth. “Ivan…” he groaned, as the demon slowly pulled away from the gash- locking eyes with the grey haired boy, “…please…take me” he spoke- looking everywhere but Ivan as he spoke, almost in disbelief that he was uttering those words on his own.
A simple sentence is all Ivan needed to holster the boy up from the floor and toss him onto the bed on the other side of the room, Ivan’s hands trailed over his bare chest, kissing, biting, sucking- on the soft skin, treating it like porcelain. Ivan’s hand found his way into Till’s shorts as his lips sucked on his neck, sauntering his fingers over the obvious hard on- as the boy’s mouth hung open, soft breaths escaping his mouth which Ivan muffled with a kiss. After a good effort of kissing and teasing his dick simultaneously, Ivan finally yanked his short’s off- causing his dick to spring free.
“Do you want me to suck you off, doll?” Ivan grumbled right into Till’s ear, and he nodded in a desperate frenzy. Ivan slid down the bed- taking the dick which leaked pre-cum into his hands, stroking slowly, trying to cause agony, invoke desperation. He’d lean down and lick the tip, or have his hand trail down and brush against his thighs, not waiting further as if waiting for a phenomenon.
“Ivan please…” Till moaned, his hard on throbbing in the demon’s hand, “…please…I need your mouth, please”
Ivan’s eyes travelled up, looking at the boy in a haze, before finally drooping down and taking his full length at once. Till groaned and bucked his hips as the warmth of Ivan’s mouth wrapped around his dick, his head bobbing up and down- his tongue swirling around like an expert, making Till wonder how many other men or women the demon in front of him had been in such a relation with, wondering thoughts which were quickly overshadowed by the building orgasm that would soon come undone in the other’s mouth.
Till grabbed Ivan’s hair, pulling it backwards to keep it off of his face, keeping the grip firm as he increased the speed of the sucking, ramming his dick into his mouth- yanking Ivan’s head up and down- not relenting as Ivan’s fingers dug into Till’s thighs- locking eyes with the demon as he cummed into his mouth.
Ivan sat up, not a single drop dripping away or going to waste- as he saw the human’s body seem to relax yet twitch on the soft bed covering. Ivan got off the bed- and Till could only look weakly as Ivan grabbed the knife off of the floor.
A million different thoughts ran through Till’s mind in that very second- was he going to kill him? Had he caused Ivan some dissatisfaction? Yet what he did not think would happen was Ivan slitting his own skin- dark hue dripping from within as he approached Till, bringing Till’s mouth to the injured skin, Till locked eyes with him, “suck” Ivan ordered, and Till obeyed, sucking at the sweet blood- sucking like it was ichor to rejuvenate his soul. Slowly Ivan pulled away, letting the boy fall back on the bed, as a sigil in the shape of a star appeared on his lower back- a symbol of the demon, as gorgeous as a shooting star- or maybe a horde of them, falling down from the sky, a scenery as beautiful as his human.
“Blood mustn’t be spilt the next time you wish to call upon me” Ivan spoke, as he slowly blurred from vision as Till drifted off to sleep.