CHAPTER FOUR

Kain arrived at the club at his usual time and made his way to the second level. He tried to keep a lookout for the guy with long, black hair.

"Jesus Christ on a stick, would you look at all the people?"

Kain scanned the packed dance floor. There was no way he'd find the guy in all that wiggling mass of humanity. And that was if he was even at the club. "Don't these people have homes or something they need to be in?"

Giving up, he went to the second level. At the top of the stairs, he gripped the post. "No fucking way."

He walked to the table that was always reserved for him and his friends. The strobe lights flashed, the music pounded, and Kain stood there with his mouth hanging open.

The table was empty.

"What the hell's going on? They're always here, always. Or they would have called and said they weren't coming."

Something was wrong. The nauseous, rolling pain in his gut said so.

Kain yanked out his phone. If he didn't get an answer this time, his next stop would be their apartments. "All three of them not showing up? I don't think so."

Muttering to himself, he didn't notice someone walk up to him. A hand covered his phone, and Kain jumped at the tingle from skin to skin contact. Electricity raced up his arm and spread through his body.

Taking a deep breath to combat the sudden light-headedness, he studied the large ruby signet ring. A tribal tattoo wound around the wrist that held his hand. Looking up, he found himself staring into bottomless eyes—the pupils were the darkest he'd ever seen on a person.

"Hello, Kain. My name is Asmodeus. I've been waiting for you."

Kain couldn't believe what he was seeing. He hadn't had to hunt that sexy guy down after all. He'd found him! About time his damn luck did an about-face.

"Well hello."

Kain rubbed his thumb over the soft, silky skin of Asmodeus's hand. "You know my name, I see."

"Of course. It wasn't hard to find out."

Kain shifted his weight. Just standing this close to his mark had him hard, something that hadn't happened to him before. Not like this. Snapping his cell closed, he decided his friends could damn well wait until tomorrow.

"Ah. So, you've been waiting on me, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

Asmodeus moved closer, his hand trailing up Kain's shoulder. "I have. You wouldn't believe how long I've waited."

Kain's arm trembled as little spikes of pleasure stabbed at him. "Couldn't have been too long. I just arrived."

"Time has no meaning when one waits, Ice."

Asmodeus circled behind Kain, his breath skimming over sensitive skin.

Kain fought back a full body shiver, his body reacting strongly to a simple touch. "You've heard my nickname."

"Oh yes, you're well known. I think you'd be surprised how far-flung your name is now."

Asmodeus moved around until he stood in front of Kain once again, completing the circle.

"Really?"

Kain shuddered and his nerves jumped.

That voice—that voice was sinfully deep and shockingly sexy. Desire bubbled under Kain's skin and swept out. His pulse fluttered and his breathing increased. Kain relished the feeling. He never responded this quickly, but he needed to establish who was in charge.

He knew why the guy circled him—he was trying to intimidate him. He'd used the same technique himself. This one was more strong willed than he normally toyed with, which excited him. Bringing him to heel would be exquisite. He was impressed, and a little amused that Asmodeus thought he was in control.

"Oh, yes, really."

"Good to know. So, you want to dance?"

Kain wrapped his hand behind Asmodeus's head, sunk his fingers into that thick hair, and pulled him closer. He nipped Asmodeus's bottom lip.

Asmodeus crowded his body into Kain's. "Yes, I do. But not here. And not that kind of dance."

"Straight to business then. I like that."

Kain rubbed against Asmodeus's body, letting him feel the trapped erection he sported.

"Thought you would. My place or yours?"

"Mine."

Kain turned and pulled his mark after him.

His body raged. He wasn't sure he'd be able to prep the guy enough before he fucked him. Asmodeus—and what kind of name was that, anyway?—touched him, and his body went up in flames. His valued control was being tested in ways he hadn't experienced. Maybe this guy could hold his attention longer than a few hours.

"Did you drive? Or do you want to ride with me?"

"I'll ride with you."

Asmodeus allowed Kain to hurry him outside.

"Come on, come on."

Kain jingled the loose change in his pocket. When he saw his Hummer, he breathed a sigh of relief. "About time, damn it."

"In a rush, Ice?"

Kain rolled his eyes. "The service here sucks. They're all lazy deadbeats."

"How much longer?"

"Not long."

Kain fought to trap the moan threatening to break loose as Asmodeus's finger wandered across the top of his leg, edging closer to his swollen dick. He did not moan like some helpless bottom. He refused to show how much he was affected by this guy.

"Good."

"Shit,"

Kain moaned, losing the battle. The sound leaped out of his mouth before he could stop it. What was wrong with him? He didn't act like this.

"Mmm, you're hard for me. I can't wait to taste you."

Kain's heart beat wildly, and his breathing was fast and shallow. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then he snapped them back open. He came close to telling Asmodeus to get busy right there but stopped himself. It was possible he'd lose control and drive them up a telephone pole.

"Watch the road, Ice. Wouldn't want you to get killed before the fun starts."

"Shit."

Kain pulled into the underground parking, his body quaking with pent-up desire, and laughed softly. "Me neither."

The ride up to Kain's apartment was fast. He was debating on how to move in on Asmodeus when suddenly the elevator binged, signaling they'd arrived at his floor. Annoyed he hadn't had time to seduce the other man, Kain blazed a path to his apartment door, determined nothing else would get in the way.

"Nice place,"

Asmodeus said as they stopped outside Kain's apartment door.

"Wait 'til you see the inside."

Kain silently cursed his trembling hand as he unlocked the door.

"What's so special about inside?"

Asmodeus leaned against the wall.

"There's a fucking bed."

Kain threw the door open and pulled Asmodeus after him, slightly horrified at how his normal debonair attitude had deserted him. His dick was hard enough to cut glass, and he ached with the need to come.

"Nice to know,"

Asmodeus said as Kain locked the door. "But any flat surface will work. Like the kitchen table, the bar, the floor, the couch, a—"

"Fuck!"

Kain, finally goaded past his breaking point, grabbed Asmodeus around the waist and crushed his mouth against Asmodeus's in a desperate kiss.

His tongue dueled for supremacy, while his hands threaded through all that luxurious black hair, holding Asmodeus's head captive. Finally he released those sexy full lips, only because he needed to breathe.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, sexy. Make you scream for me."

Kain released Asmodeus's hair, grasped the collar of Asmodeus's expensive shirt, and ripped it open. Buttons flew in every direction, softly pinging as they hit the marble floor. Asmodeus's ruined shirt hung open, exposing a well-defined smooth chest. And that wasn't all on Asmodeus's chest.

"What…? Damn, is that part of a bigger tattoo?"

Kain ran his hand over the soft skin, marveling at the design of the tattoo he could see.

"Yes. Want to see the rest of it?"

A smile lifted Asmodeus's lips.

"Absolutely, but in my bedroom. Come on."

Kain hungrily kissed Asmodeus again, then led him back.

He planned to explore that tattoo—later. He had more pressing needs that demanded his attention now. Kain knew there wasn't going to be a lot of foreplay, he was too wound up.

On the second go-around he'd make it up to the guy, show him a good time. For now he had one thing on his mind, and that was burying his dick balls deep and riding his sexy lover until he came.

Kain's fingers fought to open Asmodeus's jeans. He wanted every stitch of clothing off this guy, and now, damn it. When the material parted under his questing fingers, Kain gave a grunt of pleasure. He was halfway there.

"Kick those shoes off, will you?"

Asmodeus kicked his shoes off as Kain pulled off his jeans.

"And fuck me, this tattoo is beyond belief."

Kain traced the tattoo from Asmodeus's shoulder, across his chest, and down to his groin. "Son of a bitch, this thing is long. Does it go all the way to the opposite ankle?"

Asmodeus flipped his hair back. "Yes, it runs from one side of my body to the other. Now let me undress you. Just relax and enjoy."

Kain stood still in the middle of the bedroom as Asmodeus pulled his shirt over his head. His body shook as long, talented hands caressed his chest, teasing his pierced nipples to hard peaks.

Each touch of those fingers sent sparks flooding through his body and set his mind to spinning. He moaned again when Asmodeus's lips ghosted down the side of his neck.

"Very nice, I like the nipple rings. Now let's see if the rest is just as nice."

One of Asmodeus's hands trailed down Kain's chest and dipped into the waistband of his jeans, teasing the tip of his dick. The other hand gently tortured one of Kain's nipples.

"Ah, another piercing. Prince Albert, I believe it's called."

Kain reached back, snaked his arm around Asmodeus's neck, brought his mouth closer and nipped Asmodeus's lips, then dove in for a kiss. His body arched as Asmodeus unfastened his jeans and slid his hand into Kain's briefs, squeezing his dick gently. Trapped within Asmodeus's arms, Kain's hips bucked helplessly as Asmodeus rubbed his thumb back and forth over the head of his dick, toying with the piercing.

Asmodeus released Kain's mouth. "Like that?"

"Yeah, but I'm going to come if you keep that up."

Kain leaned his head back against Asmodeus's shoulder, panting.

"Oh, I think you can hold out. I'm sure of it."

Asmodeus spun Kain around. "Let's get these jeans off you."

Kain toed his shoes off and pushed his jeans down his body, followed by his briefs.

"You truly are magnificent, Ice. All smooth, hard body, cut muscle, and beautiful piercings."

Asmodeus licked his lips. "Lie on the bed for me. I want your dick in my mouth."

Kain unmade the bed, throwing the top sheet and comforter out of the way. Lying against the headboard, he sprawled out with a mound of pillows at his back: a king ready to be served.

The cool, silken sheet felt good against his overheated body. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the raging need that consumed him. He hoped he could last, but he had his doubts.

Asmodeus stepped to the bed. "Red is my favorite color, and an appropriate choice. Did you know the color red has many meanings? But it's best known as the color of passion. And lust."

Asmodeus settled between Kain's legs, spreading them open.

"That's nice. Now suck my dick."

Kain gritted his teeth as Asmodeus rolled his balls, holding his shaft up.

He tried not to swear as Asmodeus nibbled around the shaft, teasing him, running his tongue through the precum. He wanted Asmodeus to suck him, not lick him like an ice cream cone.

Just when he thought he'd have to say something, Asmodeus finally let the tip slip into his mouth, and Kain saw stars. Warm wetness engulfed his shaft as Asmodeus sucked on the swollen head, his tongue flicking against the barbell.

Kain looked down at his lover, running his hand over that gorgeous black hair. "Mmm, take more, sexy."

* * *

Never had Asmodeus been affected so strongly, and that answered the question of whether this young mortal might be the one. He released Kain's cockhead and wrapped his tongue around the length, making Kain moan in disappointment.

He kissed his way back up Kain's shaft, teasing the opening at the top of his cock. He could smell the desperation surrounding Kain, and he enjoyed it. His human would learn eventually how things worked, and now was as good a time as any to start teaching him.

He continued to tease Kain. His tongue tortured Kain's cock, promising sinful delights, but not delivering.

"Come on, man. Suck it."

Kain's voice shook with need.

Asmodeus licked and kissed, but didn't give Kain what he wanted.

"Asmodeus… I-I need you to suck it."

With a soft growl, Asmodeus eased Kain's length into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down Kain's shaft, working his rigid length toward the back of his throat.

"Uh, that's it. Yes."

Kain threw his head back against the pillows, moaning as he gripped Asmodeus's hair. "Shit, I'm close."

Asmodeus pulled back, letting Kain thrust his hips, face-fucking him.

Kain closed his eyes. "So good. Exactly what I want."

Kain fucked Asmodeus's mouth with long, driving strokes. Precum leaked from the corners of his mouth. Hollowing his checks, Asmodeus pulled back until only the head of Kain's cock was in his mouth. He cut his eyes up at Kain, watching the emotions play across his face. His human was lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

It was time to stop following and lead.

Asmodeus slipped his finger in his mouth, wetting it, then reached down below Kain's balls. Gently he teased Kain's hole, brushing his finger across the very entrance he planned to ravish soon.

Kain's reaction was immediate. "Ah, man, no. I don't let anyone fuck with my ass."

Asmodeus backed off, but continued sucking Kain's dick, plunging Kain back into an endless vat of pleasure. He let the head slip back into his throat, wringing more desperate moans from Kain.

"Shit, yeah."

Up and down Asmodeus went, moving faster as Kain's cock bumped and nudged the back of his throat. A sharp tug on his hair warned him Kain thought he was getting close to coming again.

Little did his human know. Asmodeus worked him, flinging Kain to the edge and holding him there. Once again his finger nudged Kain's hole, but this time slipped inside. Without delay, he nailed Kain's hot spot.

"I told you—fucking hell! What was that?"

Asmodeus pulled off Kain's dick, but left his finger in his hole, and looked up. Kain's face was flushed, he was sweating, and his eyes bulged in shock. "Your prostate. Do you want me to continue?"

"I…."

Kain closed his eyes.

"Make your choice. Do you want me to continue? Answer me, Kain."

Asmodeus held his finger still inside. Kain would do this of his own free will.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!"

A harsh sound tore from Kain's throat.

"Good."

Asmodeus pulled Kain flat on the bed and pushed his legs open wider. "Where's the lube?"

Eyes closed, Kain's head jerked back and forth on the pillows as Asmodeus's finger teased his prostate. "Drawer. By bed… oh lord!"

Asmodeus waved his hand and the drawer opened. The lube lifted out and floated to him. Asmodeus was pleased at how lost Kain was in his own world, never noticing what had just happened.

He flipped the top open and lubed Kain. Another finger entered and both spread open, stretching Kain's hole. When Kain's body tensed, Asmodeus wrapped his hand around Kain's dick and stroked, his fingers working their magic inside him. Asmodeus rubbed that special bump inside and released a small amount of venom.

Kain's body arched, his mouth open in a silent scream as his cock leaked precum like a faucet. His body trembled. Asmodeus continued to jack his dick with his other hand. Just a little more, and he'd trip over the edge.

Kain's eyes snapped open. "Make me come. I need to shoot!"

Kain was trying to top from the bottom. There was one more lesson Kain needed to learn, and he'd be ready. "Do not demand, Ice."

Asmodeus wiggled his fingers and squeezed Kain's dick, making Kain gasp in pleasure. "Ask instead."

"You son of a bitch!"

Finally, he broke. "P-please."

"Very good."

Asmodeus attacked Kain's hot spot. "Come for me."

Kain gasped and his seed spewed from his dick, covering his stomach. The muscles in Kain's neck stood out as he shouted.

Asmodeus milked Kain through his orgasm, delighted. There was no doubt he'd made the right decision in choosing this one as his mate.

* * *

Kain dropped back against the pillows, stunned and light-headed. There were simply no words to describe what he'd just experienced. But not only that, he felt hot and achy all over.

And an insistent itch built deep inside, welling up, waiting to tackle him again and throw him into another whirlpool of sinful desire. Throwing an arm over his face, he tried to regain his composure, doing his best to ignore the fingers still buried in his ass. Then they moved, brushing his prostate, and Kain was lost.

"Shit."

Kain groaned as desire roared through his body again. He twisted on the bed, nearly out of his mind. His body burned with need. "W-what are you doing to me? How…?"

Asmodeus lifted Kain's legs onto his shoulders. "Do you want me to continue?"

Somewhere in the back of Kain's mind a warning bell went off. Asmodeus had asked him that same question earlier, but pleasure buried the thought. "Yes, yes."

"So be it. The choice is made."

Asmodeus eased inside Kain's channel, going slow. Pushing steadily, he bottomed out. Tightened the hold on Kain's legs, he pulled out, then eased back inside.

"Mmm, uh, more. Faster."

Asmodeus picked up the speed, his hips snapping as he moved in and out of Kain's stretched-out hole. Faster and harder he moved.

"Yeah! Fuck the come out of me!"

Pleasure ripped through Kain's body and he yelled, no longer caring. Nothing mattered anymore except the feelings controlling his body. He craved it like an addict craved their next fix. "I'm getting close! Please, let me come."

"We come together. Come now. Show me your pleasure."

Kain's body tightened up, every muscle defined perfectly as once again he came. Just as he exploded, Asmodeus flooded him with his seed.