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Chapter 6

Damien

“What are we doing here, and why do we have to whisper?” Jujube asks, crossing his arms over his narrow chest as he hikes a brow at me. Unlike the other elves, he doesn’t shy away from maintaining eye contact with me. They’re terrified while he’s bored.

He must be half demon, I’ve decided.

I gesture around at the empty production room we’re standing in. The lights are off, making it hard to distinguish the faces of those gathered here. It increases the risk of a spy, or someone changing their mind and running to tattle, but it can’t be helped.

Aside from myself, Xalreth, and Jujube, there’s a small grouping of elves who Jujube swears can be trusted to keep our secret. “We’re whispering because if Nik—” Xalreth’s black glare darts to me with a sneer, and I roll my eyes but rephrase. “If The Santa finds us here, he’s going to be PIZZAZZED .” The elves giggle and I narrow my eyes until they are quiet. “Unless we can use magic to shield this room from light and noise, we’ll have to work quietly in the dark.”

A particularly small female elf with blonde hair raises her hand from the rear of the group. I nod in her direction, and she clears her throat before speaking in her squeaky, high-pitched voice. “There are magical workers that could cast a dampening spell on the room, Mister Lucifer, sir.”

That has definitely caught my attention. “Intriguing… go on.”

“Well, er… it wouldn’t eliminate light and sound, but it would dampen it enough that during a normal day in the workshop, I don’t think anyone would notice.”

I nod again, rubbing my chin as I consider the option. “And do you know someone willing to cast such enchantments… discreetly?”

She hesitates, but Jujube butts into the conversation. “There’s a guy in the magic department that owes me a favor.”

“Enough of a favor to keep this a secret from The Santa? ”

His grin is impish, even with his rosy cheeks and upturned nose. “Let’s just say that I caught him doing some particularly naughty things inside The Santa’s office one night when he was supposed to be refreshing enchantments. The receiving end of these naughty things also works in the magic department, so I’ve got double the resources.”

“Fantastic,” I say, clapping my hands in front of me, “make it happen. Now, moving onto supplies and tools. We will need a few molds crafted, a heating element and protective gear, silicone in any color you can think of, minor electrical supplies…”

“Decorative gems?” Xalreth suggests from beside me, and my grin spreads.

“Yes, most definitely some decorative gems. We’ll make the best butt bling there is.”

“Butt… bling, sir?” A mousy elf with squinty eyeshiding underneath half-moon glasses asks, and I turn my wide smile towards him.

“What did you think we were going to be creating in here, toy soldiers? We’ll be making toys, alright, my friends, but not the kind you’re used to. If you want out, now’s the time to leave, otherwise you are officially indoctrinated into my army.”

“Army?” Jujube asks, a sly smirk on his face.

“My Army of Hellves.”

Hours later, I peek out of the workshop door. Magic has been cast, equipment and supplies loaded into their appropriate places, and molds have been designed. Most importantly, the locks have been re-keyed and sealed with a privacy enchantment so that no one aside from me, Xalreth, or the Hellves can unlock it.

I hope.

Unsure of how powerful Santa’s magic is in his domain, I’m erring on the side of caution.

My eyes sweep across the workshop, seeing nothing of concern above the sea of heads. The elves are so hard at work, none of them pay me any attention as I slide out of the room and casually close the door behind me with a click, tucking the key into my pocket.

A timid ebony-haired elf works diligently on what appears to be a dollhouse, and I slink over on quiet feet, leaning in until my face is beside her ear. “Ooooh, whatcha making?” I ask, and she releases a blood-curdling shriek, flinging her miniature hammer into the air.

It’s mesmerizing, spinning in a few weightless loops before crashing back down, thunking square between the eyes of the elf across the table. “Ouch,” I hiss as he groans, eyes rolling up into his head. His tiny body deadweights and crumbles to the ground, knocking the chair out from underneath the elf behind him.

One by one, they fall, squealing like piglets as they hit the floor. It’s like a row of wiggly, squeaky dominos falling, one after the other, as the pandemonium spreads along the aisle.

I’m so fascinated I forget to laugh.

“What is going—” Niklaus’s deep voice booms through the workshop, his eyes instantly locking on mine. “Lucifer. I should’ve known you were involved.”

My hands fly up, palms facing him. “I was only complimenting the craftsmanship of this dollhouse. It’s not my fault she is startled so easily.”

Niklaus comes closer, his eyes narrowed and suspicious. “Lolli, can you please tell me what happened?”

She’s a nervous thing, wringing her hands in front of her as she stares at the floor. “I’m sorry, Santa, sir… he… he’s telling the truth. He asked what I was making, and I… I just overreacted.”

“Understatement,” I grumble, but am ignored.

Niklaus’s brow lifts in a very skeptical arch. “That’s all he said?”

“Yes, sir. I-I didn’t mean to… make such a mess…”

Niklaus puts a soft hand on her shoulder, kneeling in front of her. “It’s alright, Lolli. Having guests here is new, and it’s natural that you’d be startled by someone you don’t recognize.” She glances up to meet his gaze, and I realize with horror that she’s crying. Giant, fat tears pool precariously as she nods, her weak little chin trembling.

“Oh, ew,” I mutter, unable to help myself.

Niklaus’s eyes carve into mine, a fierce flame flickering behind that emerald stare, filled with a passion that thrills me to my very core. Excitement burns in my gut as I hold the breath in my lungs, desperate to see that temper unleashed.

Slowly rising to his full height, he closes in on me until there’s barely more than a few inches separating us. The tension is so dense, I swear sparks crackle and buzz over my skin.

Thick fingers grip my jaw and tilt it upwards until I’m staring into his eyes. “Would you care to join me for a stroll, Lucifer?” he asks, his thumb tugging at my chin until my lips pop apart.

I blink in surprise.

Where’s the anger… the boiling temper I was ready to drown in?

He takes a half step backward and offers me his arm, the picture of serenity. My hand loops through the crook of his elbow, gripping on to his thick forearm as I try to figure out what game he’s playing.

Elves openly stare as we wander through the midst of their workspaces, Niklaus as calm as can be. “Why is it,” he mutters, leaning closer so no one else hears, “that any time something happens, you’re always there?”

“Why, I can’t say I know what you mean.”

“First the bicycle room and now this. ”

Sneaky thing.

It’s entertaining how he tries to trap me in a lie while keeping his demeanor so impressively nonchalant. Santa has a few tricks up his sleeve, it would seem. A drawn-out, curious sound leaves my throat as I tap my chin. “Bicycle… bicycle… oh, yes, how could I forget? That was the unfortunate accident that got you all hot and naked in front of me yesterday, correct? While I did rather enjoy the show, I’m afraid I wasn’t there for that one.”

Not where he could see me, in any case.

He grunts an unconvinced hum, and I’m absolutely thrilled at this little game of cat and mouse. “And the mess just now was nothing more than a misunderstanding, huh?”

“Luck of the draw, I suppose.” He smirks at my answer as he leads me through a hallway I have yet to explore. The crowd dissipates until it’s only us, surrounded by the soft hum of conversations echoing from the workshop.

“Never thought of the Devil as being particularly lucky,” he muses, pushing into a large wooden door. Bright sunlight reflects off the snow outside and temporarily blinds me as we step into the freezing afternoon.

I shiver at the unexpected cold, then twist up to face him. “Why is that?”

He shrugs, staring off into the distance. “Children are frequently warned about Hell through stories. It’s supposed to be a dreadful place, full of pain and suffering. ”

“Run by an evil leader who would not hesitate to end their lives as they sleep, am I right?”

His laugh is nothing more than a huff of air through his nose, and he places his hand over mine and squeezes. “Perhaps.”

“That’s a bit judgmental,” I mutter, and he finally glances down at me with a rueful grin. “Hell is not a terrible place to live. Are demons sometimes… rambunctious? Absolutely. However, I’d argue the things that tarnish Hell’s reputation are circumstances that are completely out of our hands. Even I have my limitations, you know.”

His apprehension has turned to curiosity as he watches me. “I can’t believe you admitted that.”

I turn my head, so he doesn’t catch my grin and how easily it falls into place when I’m with him. “Everyone wants to judge our landscape of fire and brimstone, but how’s that extremity any different from your snow and freezing cold up here?”

Niklaus hums, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I suppose I see your point.”

“Our moral compass might not be as aligned as other creatures, but most demons are no different from anyone else. They’re trying to make a life for themselves with as much happiness as possible. Add in the little tidbit of having to deal with the damned souls of wicked humans, and it adds some stress to the population. Evil souls are admittedly a buzzkill.”

“Oh, I imagine they would be.”

“But what is the alternative, Nik? Who else is going to bear that burden? Holding those souls is an important part of the balance, and we all recognize that, even if it makes us a bit… testy.”

“Interesting word choice,” he says, and I grin again. We reach an enormous wooden barn, and he twists to face me. The weight of his full attention lands on me, and I can’t help my shiver. “And you?”

“What about me?”

“What happiness are you finding for yourself in life?”

The smirk on my lips falters at his question, but I quickly push it back into place. “Ruling is a full-time gig, as I’m sure you know. Endless responsibilities and never enough time to get them handled. Everyone has an opinion, and they all want to share it. Spare time to gallivant around, trying to find my happiness… well, that’s a luxury I don’t have, Nik.”

His head tilts as he steps into my space, and my back lands against the side of the barn. “You aren’t happy?”

“I never said that. There are just too few hours in the day for me to run in circles chasing silly concepts of happiness and love.”

“Oh, we’re discussing love now, huh?” he murmurs, voice deep, and my eyes dart up to his. There’s a swoop low in my belly, and the fluttering that rises into my chest almost makes me dizzy.

It’s foreign, and I hate it as much as I crave more.

His forearm rests against the wall above my head, and he leans closer. “The Devil has a heart hidden in that sassy little frame, after all. Tell me, do you cover it up with all that sarcasm because you’re afraid others will realize it? Or are you scared to admit it to yourself?”

“I’m not scared of anything,” I snarl, and he only laughs, close enough that his warm breath blows over my face.

“Such an insolent thing,” he murmurs, licking his lips before he inches closer, eyes locked on mine. “You know what I think?”

“I bet you’re going to tell me.”

His hand creeps up my arm and gently encircles my neck, and I can’t help it as I lift my chin and expose myself to him. It’s the ultimate display of vulnerability, and the opposite of what my instincts urge me to do. They want me to reveal my strength, push my power on him, and make him bow at my feet.

But I don’t.

Instead, I stand here, throat exposed and pulse pounding against the pad of his thumb.

Somehow, it feels right.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as a sultry smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“I think you are dying to give up that control. You’re exhausted from being the one in charge and crave someone else taking the burden of choice from you. You want to be bent until you submit, and you…” Niklaus leans in until his lips brush over mine, and a heavy, choppy exhale blows out of my nose. “You want to obey… and I want to make you. ”

My mouth drops open, ready to protest, to tell him to fuck off and bring him to his knees. Show him he’s not the only apex predator here and prove to him just how much power I hold inside.

Instead, all I do is stare, my eyes darting between his.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” His green eyes are ignited as he maintains this tiny gap between us, mere inches separating us and refusing to come any closer. “Tell me you don’t feel this, too.” There’s a certain desperation behind his words as he shakes his head, his lips brushing over mine again with the motion.

“And if I didn’t?” I manage, my voice only an exhale. “If I felt nothing?”

“Then I’d walk away, and we’d never discuss this. We would sit down and solve this problem in an hour instead of using this silly procrastination as an excuse. Do not deny it,” he snarls when I open my mouth to argue. “We’re both doing it. I’m allowing chaos to reign in my workshop, watching my deadlines slip further behind as I indulge in this game with you.”

“I don’t play games.”

“Don’t you?” I struggle against his palm, pushing toward him until my breathing turns raspy, but he counters me and pulls away, eyes glued to mine. “I should want to throttle you, to send you back to Hell where you came from, and instead, you are consuming my thoughts, Damien.”

And I want to admit that I’m consumed by him as well, but my mouth refuses to form the words.

It’s safer this way, isn’t it ?

The world hates me… it’s just a matter of time before he realizes he hates me, too. Happiness isn’t for the likes of me. Mischief and chaos, yes, but not joy.

Certainly not him.

His chest rises in deep breaths as his nose nuzzles against mine, both of us unblinking. The seconds tick away in silence before disappointment flashes over his eyes, quickly replaced by a hardness that cracks right through my resolve.

“Very well,” he says, and I track the movement of his Adam’s apple as it bobs in his throat. He moves a half step back, his palm sliding from my neck, and I miss the heat immediately.

Niklaus turns and takes a long stride away, and it’s all I can take. “Wait,” I rasp, lunging forward to grab his hand, and the full weight of his body slams against mine as he pins me against the barn once more.

“Wait, what?” His voice is so low that it barely rises above a rumble in his throat. “What do you want, Damien?”

My tongue drags between my lips as my eyes dart around his face. He’s not letting me out of this, refusing to move a muscle as he waits. “I want you to kiss me,” I finally say, jutting my chin out in a final act of defiance.

He clicks his tongue, dragging his thumb over my jawline. “Then ask for it.”

My nostrils flare in a heavy exhale as his green eyes bore into mine, his grip on me bruising. “Kiss me, Nik. ”

“Sir.”

I toss my head in a barely there shake as I blink at him. “What?”

The very corner of his lip pulls up in a small smirk, pitting the skin there into a dimple. “Kiss me, sir. Say it.”

A quiet scoff rolls from my chest as my brows bunch, but he only watches me with that maddening thumb swiping over my chin, just below my lip. He leans in, and for a moment, I think he’s going to give me what I want, but he bypasses my mouth and puts his lips against my ear. “It’s up to you to ask for what you want.”

Another rough swallow works my throat as he backs up, hooded eyes on mine as he hovers directly in front of me.

Wanting.

Waiting.

“Kiss me, sir,” I finally whisper, and this time, both sides of his mouth tip up in a smile. “Please?”

“That’s better, now, isn’t it?” he murmurs, and his lips crash into mine.

The unexpected scrape of his beard against my chin causes me to gasp, but the surprise burns into the need to match his every move. The confident, slow dance of his lips makes me feel like I’m melting into him, like he’s siphoning the free will from my body.

There’s no questioning who’s in control as he slides his hand back up my chest, gripping my chin and positioning me where he wants me. And as much as I thought I’d fight it, I find myself willingly surrendering.

He kisses me until my lips tingle, until the pressure of his mouth and the rasp of his facial hair make them swell, and then he scrapes his teeth over my bottom lip and drags my mouth open. His tongue pushes its way inside, and I’m helpless to do anything but just hold on as he ravages me.

My hands drag up his arms and reach around his neck, a shiver working up my spine at the low growl that forms in the back of his throat. In one smooth motion, he kicks my foot and spreads my legs. He wedges his leg between mine, his thick thigh against my crotch, and my hips jut forward, completely out of my control.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he murmurs as he moves one of his hands to my ass, rocking my aching cock along his leg.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan as I tuck my face into his neck, unabashedly grinding against him as his fingers edge closer to the crease of my ass. They tiptoe closer and closer, and his chilly thumb hooks under my waistband.

His hand travels up my back until his palm is flat against my spine. “Yes, what?” he asks, slipping into my pants. His middle finger glides down until he’s inches away from my hole, and I’m burning alive as I thrust against him.

He freezes, and I twist my body, desperate for contact. “Yes, what ?” he repeats, infuriatingly still.

“Yes, Daddy, I like that,” I gasp, and his low, husky chuckle is in my ear. “I really fucking like that. ”

“Daddy, huh?” he murmurs, and his hand slips further until his fingertip pushes on my hole. The shock of cold only makes it better as he pulses his finger, claiming my lips in a rough, hurried kiss. He presses his weight into me, the swell of his cock behind his pants jabbing into my stomach. “You want Daddy to take care of you, is that it? That’s what the Devil wants? To be treated like a prince?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he rubs my asshole, teasingly slow as he rolls his hips, perfectly in control even as he unravels me altogether. “Tell me what you’ll do to me, Nik… how you’ll ruin me.”

“Eager thing,” he mutters as he nips at my lip. “I’ll fuck the cocky attitude right out of you, Damien. Bend you over my desk with your hands pinned so you can’t touch yourself, and it won’t be soft and sweet, little prince. That’s not the way you want to be pampered, is it? You’d rather have it hard and rough, and that’s what you’ll get. You’ll moan like the little slut you are while that tight ass squeezes around me.”

His thick finger slips inside me, and my hole clenches as I gasp. He works it deeper as I grind against his thigh, my head thunking against the barn wall as my breath comes out in white puffs of steam. “Please, Daddy, please,” I whisper, turning it into a chant as I lose control of myself.

He thrusts into me until he’s knuckle deep, and then he starts to stretch a second inside. There’s no lube, not even a courtesy spit, and it burns as he works it in. My cock aches, and my balls draw tight as I whimper and wail, the sting sending me floating high off the ground. “Please,” I whine, “please, please…”

That second finger slips past my rim, and I gasp as lightning-fast, unexpected pleasure crashes over me, clouding my vision and ringing in my ears. My cock thumps inside my pants as hot cum soaks into the fabric, and my hole pulses around his fingers. Throaty, desperate moans slice through the silence as I thrust against his leg, a warm dampness spreading over my crotch and stamping against his jeans.

“What a good boy, coming in your pants for me,” he murmurs, still fucking me with his fingers as I float through the waves of pleasure. “Didn’t even have to touch your cock, did you? Are you a little pillow prince that just sits back and lets Daddy do all the work?” I nod, and he chuckles, slipping his fingers from my ass before he drops to his knees, pinning me in place with his palms on my hipbones.

“Do you want me to clean you up, too?”

Oh, dear God , this man.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. With a low, pleased hum, he leans forward and wraps his lips around my half-softened dick under my pants, giving a gentle suck that makes me jerk my hips. His tongue slips out, dragging over the fabric and teasing me as I whimper, thickening under the heat of his mouth.

“That’s a good little prince,” he murmurs as he unzips me and pulls my cock out, licking over the head and groaning at the taste.

Both of us freeze at a noise in the distance, and two distinct, familiar voices go back and forth. Nik curses and stands, tucking me into my pants, then staring at my soaked crotch. He yanks his sweater off and tugs it over my head, surrounding me with his warm, spicy scent. It’s huge, hitting past my thighs and hiding what we’ve done.

There’s just one problem now.

Him.

Shirtless, he looks like a goddamned snack with that broad chest exposed and nipples pebbled against the cold. His thick cock pushes against his jeans, and his knees are damp from the snow on the ground.

It’s fucking obscene.

The voices and footsteps get closer, and I position myself in front of him. With our difference in size, I can’t hide him, but I can block the more scandalous parts of him from view.

This is so far out of character that when I realize what I’ve done, it’s jarring. Under normal circumstances, I would stand aside, wearing a smug grin and looking forward to seeing someone caught with their pants down.

But for reasons I’m not ready to unpack, I want to protect him. Want to save him from embarrassment and gouge out anyone’s eyes that see him like this, breathless and desperate to fuck.

This side of him is only for me.

This is mine.

I try very hard not to read too deeply into that as an extremely wide-eyed Xalreth comes into view. As usual, Cadbury chases behind him with absolutely no way to control the giant demon, and as he soaks in what he’s seeing, rage lights his eyes.

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