The Unholy War

6

    Demons are very territorial creatures, often marking what they believed to be theirs. Whether it be the souls they plan on pulling to hell or familiars that they toy with. However there was nothing Bucky could do at the moment to claim you, nothing that wouldn't give away his true nature. He opted for glaring down every single one of the other demons in the room, most would turn a way from your forms. A few braved themselves long enough to glare back.
    Bucky outranked each and every single one of them, however that didn't mean much in the demon world. No, with these beasts there was always a tenseness about them, always ready to fight and jockey for a higher position in hells army. The higher the rank, the better the missions. But being the oldest does have its perks, it made him stronger then the others, smarter, and more human like.
    Slowly you pulled your arms away from him, he lowered his eyes and for a split second you thought you were hallucinating. You could of sworn his eyes were pure black, not just from a dilated pupil.  His entire eyes, including the white, but you shook your head at the thought, it must of been the dark lighting.
    "What else you got to show me?" You asked, placing your hand on his chest, feeling the taught muscles beneath. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into him, a devilish smile crossing his lips.
    "I've a lot to show you, pulchra mulier." He says in a lowered voice his gaze never leaving your face. Your brows knotted up the foreign words, as he turned you back to the table. "It's still your shot."
     "Oh, it is?" You questioned, stepping out of his embrace.
     "Yes, so." He said walking up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, the coolness from his metal hand felt starkly different then the warmth from his fleshed. "Hitting the individual balls is a bit different. But the concept is roughly the same."
     "Alright." You replied, scanning the table, his left arm shot out in front of you over your shoulder, his head close to yours once again.
    "See the blue one?" He asked, your eyes traveled down the metal, watching in fascination as the plates moved and shifted. A slight whir as they did could be heard faintly above the sounds of the bar. Your eyes focused on the blue ball at the far corner of the table, resting just lightly against the edge of the corner pocket.
    "Y.. yes." You stammered out, trying to clear the images out of your head, wondering what his hand would feel like against the warmth of your skin again. You bit your lip, trying to figure out why he had you wanting him so badly. Sure he was hotter then hades during a heat wave and a voice could melt your panties, the way he smelled was sinful.
    "Okay, that's your next target." He whispered in your ear, planting his foot between yours again. Slowly, he positioned your feet correctly, pulling your hips back into him and leaning you forward with a gentle ease. Normally you weren't one to allow a man you move you around like a puppet as he was but he could and he did.
     Bucky smirked to himself knowing that you under the full effects of the demon drink you had taken. Even though you had only taken a couple sips, the beer had been the one to make you loose to his command. To him small doses of it did nothing, in larger quantities he'd have you on the table pinned beneath him in front of everyone at the bar.
     As a human you were far susceptible to it's power. By the end of the night he knew you'd be asking to take him to take you to bed, and as much as he craved to feel your flesh against his, he wasn't quite ready for this game to end. He didn't want you to just ask him to bed you, he wanted you begging and pleading him for sweet release.
     "Slow and easy." he murdered, you could feel his lips ghosting the outer edges of your ear. Butterflies danced in side of you as heat coursed through your body. You start to line up your shot, his weight slowly lifting from your back. You felt his fingers trailer down your spine to the small of your back, he didn't move away you though. You could still feel him up against your butt, you tried to focus as the thought of him standing behind you, his pelvis against you in a intimate way like it was.
     As you took your shot, once again Bucky was glaring down others in the bar as they continued to watch you. Dear god how he wanted to mark you in front of them, you belonged to him, whether you knew it not and he swore on hell he was ready to fight anyone who would dare to argue.
     Both of you continued your game of pool, his touches, his gazes, the way he spoke had you wrapped around his finger. By the end of the night you were drunk, you knew you were a light drinker but one drink was all you had had.  He pulled you out of the bar, ready to be the gentleman you had thought him to be. He draped his leather coat over your shoulders, wrapping his arm around your waist as you walked.
     "Bucky." You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder, getting lost in the smell of leather and him.
     "Yes, mea frumoasă creatură." He murmured lightly.
      "What happened to your arm?" You asked, looking up at his face. His jaw clenched at the question and his eyes turned cold.
      "Lost it at war." You could tell by his tone it wasn't something he wanted to discuss. You let the question go, you figured maybe one day he would tell you.
     It was a short walk back to your place, you weren't sure again how you made it back so fast. You were standing in front of the building to your apartment, toying with the keys in your hand. Biting your lip, as he stood in front of you. 
     "Did...did you want to come in?" You asked timidly. He stepped into you, pulling you flush against his body, making eye contact the whole time.
     "o astfel de fată drăguță i-ar ruina." He whispered to you, stealing your lips with his. Your heart in your throat, as you slid your hand up his chest to his neck. He pulled his lips away, breaking the kiss. Bucky wrapped his fingers around the back of your hand that was at his neck.
     "Not to night." He replied as his eyes held yours, whispering soft words into the soft flesh of your inner wrist. He gently nipped the exposed flesh, a slight sting of surprise caused you to cry out. Tenderly he kissed the spot, marking his property.
     "Oh." Your voice was defeated and weak. Bucky kissed your forehead, before leaning it against yours.
     "Some day soon I promise. I just don't want to ruin tonight." He whispered before pulling away allowing you to walk into the building.