Devil Possession

6

Shuyi grimaced, looking away. "You know all about me . . . If you're looking to ransom me—"

"I'm not," Shide said quickly, stepping forward even as the Angel backed away. "No, you won't be going anywhere for awhile or you won't going to leave this place again ever ."

By this point, Shuyi had backed away until his thighs hit the bed. He was just little smaller  than Shide —, but he was no match and he knew it. He had no Angelic Mark and this was Shide, son of Lucifer.

"And besides, I don't know all about you, but one does hear things . . ." he began softly, leaning in. "Things about a certain Angel . . . Ohm  , yes? Your adoptive brother your soulmate —"

The name seemed to snap something inside of Shuyi. "Don't talk about him!"

The Devil wouldn't have have stopped the smug raising of his brows even if he'd wanted to. "I see . . ." he said softly. "Oh I do see."

Shide felt his magic well up inside him, aching to burst forth and make his dreams into reality. He felt the rush as it began to leak from him, sliding down his fingertips; puffing like smoke from his mouth.

"You love him, don't you?"

Shuyi shook his head frantically but Shide laughed, his arms coming around the other man, pulling him close until his lips brushed the hunter's ear.

"Love me," he whispered. "As you love him."

He felt Shuyi stiffen against him before the Angel body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through his mind and body, twisting him to Shide desires. And then the Devil  felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Shide ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm arm, before pulling the other man in enough to take his lips with his own.

The Devil wasn't entirely certain what he'd expected, perhaps a burning passion or the impatience of youth, but Shuyi was . . . soft. Unsure and gentle as he slowly explored Shide mouth. His fingers tenderly cupped the devil face, fingers stroking the skin at the back of Shide neck.

They finally came up for air. Shide swallowed unconsciously as he took in the small contented smile that played Shuyi face. They leaned in close together, foreheads resting against each other. They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Shide  had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind.

"Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Shuyi shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Shide jacket, but the Devil  was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Shuyi chuckling softly.

The Angel  hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Shide followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil  leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

"Wait . . ." Shuyi whispered, even as his fingers brushed against Shide side.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked. The Angel breathing was hitched, but not in want. It was . . . a nervousness that was not altogether unfamiliar to Shide.

"I—I mean I've never . . ."

Shide felt his eyes narrow as his head tilted in suspicion. "Have you ever been with anyone?"

Shuyi looked away. "I . . . I couldn't. It was forbidden. If I . . . If I ever . . . I would have been banished."

Shide  let his fingers run over Shuyi cheek, bringing his face back towards the Devil . Their eyes met and Shide took in the slight glassiness of his eyes and the shuttered breathing. Even in love, this Angel  was still restrained—Angel but in control.

He could have used magic to further force the issue. Shide wanted sex . . . He wanted sex with Shuyi. He wanted to spend hours riding this Angel and drawing out their pleasure until he thought of nothing but Shide.

But he didn't want an animal—not tonight at least.

The Devil leaned in and brushed another kiss—chaste and light and went to get off Shuyi, but the other man hastily wrapped a hand around his wrist, stopping him. Shide looked down at the hand in confusion. No one had ever dared to stop him from doing anything—especially not in so physical a manner—not if they wanted to keep their limbs attached anyway.

"Please . . . I don't want you to leave. Can't we just . . . lay here?"

Shide looked up from the fingers around his wrist to the beseeching eyes. He should shake the other man off and portal out of the room immediately, but Shuyi  reached out with his other hand. He cupped the Devil  face and Shide felt himself sigh as he leaned back in, laying down beside the Angel. They faced one another and Shide couldn't help himself from allowing a hand to drape over Shuyi  side. The Angel  smiled, moving forward the smallest bit and kissed him again.

"I love your eyes," he said softly.

Shide blinked for a second, taken aback. Clearly the spell was working a bit too well.

"I saw you on the battlefield. You were wearing that black armor and my friend was screaming, but all I could see were your eyes. They glowed," he said leaning in and brushing a kiss over Shide eyelids.

"Everything felt so cold, but your eyes. I saw your eyes and I knew I wasn't going to die."

"You couldn't have known that. I was the enemy—"

"Not my enemy," he said, his fingers squeezing Shide  neck. "You took me, but you've never hurt me."

The Devil  was tempted to prove the Angel  wrong—to ruin him in ways he'd yet to dream of—but as he gazed on that face, that trusting expression . . . Shide found himself hesitant to destroy the warm tranquility that had settled over them. He could hold back for tonight.