Darkness ~Zayn Malik~

Eight

(A/N: Totally Zayn in that pic right?!)

Hell was no where near what I thought it would be.

Zayn and I arrived in a flash of heat through the spinning doors of a black building adorned with glass. We walked in on a black granite floor toward a desk made from the same material. We were greeted by a woman behind the desk at the front who Zayn addressed as Aliyadaedra.

"What floor?" She asked while smiling pleasantly. It almost made me forget we were in Hell.

"Six-hundred sixty six please." Zayn answered. Aliyadaedra's smile faltered a little before going back to it's beaming form. I wonder if her cheeks hurt like that Barbie at the end of Toy Story.

A lift I didn't notice before opened and Aliyadaedra gestured to it.

"Good luck, Zayn." She told him. He only nodded and pulled me inside the doors. Once they closed, a silence overtook us as I looked out the window. A gasp escaped my lips once I looked out the giant glass window of the building.

Dark smoke from a giant fire stretched out for miles was filling the already black sky in the distance. The smoke was everywhere allowing me to see absolutely nothing other than the fire it was coming from.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Zayn's voice rang through the box-like lift.

"It's terrifying." I whispered. His reflection in the glass got bigger as he moved closer to me until his body was pressed flush against the back of mine. I felt his exhales run down my neck causing goosebumps to raise on my upper arms and biceps.

"You have your Heaven, I have mine." He said and nipped at my neck as we shot into the sky scraper. "I might have two."

"What are they?" I asked innocently.

"This place," He dragged his lip on my collarbone. "and your body." His hands held my waist while we looked out the giant window.

By the time I looked down, the floor we had left was a tiny dot and Aliyadaedra nor her desk were visible anymore. Holy shit. We're high up.

"I can bring you higher." He whispered. The tension in the elevator was heated into sexual tension. I could feel him hard and aroused on my tailbone. The sudden need to please him drove me to my knees in front of him. Holy shit.

My lungs took a breather before I made a move. I don't remember becoming a vampire's mate.

His hand was already knotted into my hair as I pulled the waist of his jeans down to wrap my hands around his semi. It was a full hard on by my first stroke.

His head hit the glass of the lift with a thonk and I giggled when I realized just how much control I had over him. I'm the Dominant.

His hand left my hair and gripped the railing as I gave my first lick. The smile never left my face as my tongue ran back down his length.

"A-ah." Zayn's voice wavered. He sounded like a little boy. "I- What are you doing?"

"Zayn, honey," I said feeling very dominant at the moment. "This is called a blow job." I knew he had heard of it but only being able to be around me if he's on Earth prevented him from gaining knowledge about the act of a blow job and what it was.

"I've never had it d-done before." He stuttered as I stroked him again.

"I know sweetie." Kneeling down in front of the little boy again. I felt like a nasty old hag in front of a teenage boy.

My lips touched the tip of his head and he whimpered. Then, I slid my mouth down onto him not even half way down his length when he touched the back of my throat. This was going to be harder than I thought. Literally.

His skin was warm again. I felt it radiating the strong amount of heat through his pants where I grabbed his thighs.

"Fuck Ana." He groaned.

I only got to take him in twice more, feeling him hit the end of my mouth both times, before he cummed down my throat. Part of me was upset that he didn't last longer.

My throat squeezed shut as I coughed a few times trying to swallow his seed before I finally got it down and stood. Zayn's face was flushed and he was panting when I looked at him. I giggled. His mouth opened to speak-

Ding.

I began walking out the doors. His face immediately calmed and he opened his mouth again. His fingers pulled me back into the lift by my bicep.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine for now," I grabbed the hand he was holding me with and pulled him along. "But you owe me."

Then, we walked out of the lift.