Chapter 5

“Lay back,” West ordered, and even though that was the last thing he wanted to do, Nix followed the command.

He was too exhausted to fight, especially since he knew it would be in vain. When had he ever won against one of the Demons? When had anyone? He laid down over the silky deep brown comforter and stared up at the ceiling, waiting.

There was no dome roof like in Lake’s room. The ceiling was plain, the walls a dark wood. From a window across the room, he could hear the sounds of rain pattering harshly against the glass, that mixing with the soft notes of the classical music trilling around them. There were several hover-speakers, black orbs a bit larger than the white, glowing light ones. They seemed to drift aimlessly about, as though caught up at sea with no real path or destination.

Like Nix.

Right now, he had no idea what he was doing. Everything felt like a pipe dream. His plans and reason for coming here, for uprooting his entire life in the name of revenge for a person he wasn’t even certain deserved it anymore…It was all a mess.

The bed creaked when West planted a knee on the edge of it, and Nix’s breath caught in his throat.

“Are you afraid, Nixie?” West’s voice dropped low a moment before he gently swept the flat of his palm up Nix’s bare stomach. “Is it because you know I want to hurt you?”

He shook his head.

“No?” It didn’t sound like he believed him. “Then what is it? I wonder if you’re this afraid of Yejun. You should be.”

“I’m this afraid of Lake,” he said before he could help it, the bitterness dripping from him like poison. He shuddered when West’s hand coasted between his abs and then ghosted over his left nipple before moving on.

In the next instant, West was hovering over him, still fully clothed and leaning to the side to avoid crushing him beneath his weight. The tender touches continued, his gaze leisurely roaming over him with the same ease and care his hand was.

It was fake.

There was nothing soft or delicate about him.

“Why are you giving me that look?” West asked, tapping a knuckle between Nix’s brow. “You’re sulking.”

“Am not.”

“And now you sound like a sulky child.” West slipped that same hand between Nix’s thighs, grabbing on before pulling it against himself. He rubbed the hard length of his trapped cock against his hip as if to silently tell him what would happen. But even that was uncharacteristically gentle.

The Demon rolled his hips, rubbing himself off against Nix’s body, and stared down at him.

But that was all.

He lasted maybe a full minute before he couldn’t take it anymore. “What are you doing?”

West grinned. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“If you wanted a sex doll, you could have just—”

“Ah,” he cut him off, and Nix realized he’d walked straight into the trap. “Are you sulking because I’m being too slow? Want me to hurry things along and give it to you good, Nixie? Rough, just like I promised?”

He shook his head but it was too late.

West’s hand shifted, cupping Nix between the legs before lowering to squeeze his balls. He wasn’t kind about it, tightening his grip enough that Nix gasped and blindly grabbed at his wrist to stop him.

Nix should have ignored the music.

Shouldn’t have left Lake’s room.

He’d fallen asleep sometime after Yejun had brought him the tea, but only for a couple of hours. When he’d woken, it was dark out and the house had seemed terrifyingly quiet. That had only been made worse by the fact Lake wasn’t there with him. A part of Nix had foolishly wondered if that might be because the other man was feeling guilty, so he’d stepped out to go find him and see for himself.

But then he’d heard the music and he’d gotten curious, even more so when he’d passed Yejun’s room and realized the sound wasn’t coming from there.

West’s hand eased up on his balls, but when he tried to dip lower, Nix held onto him to prevent him.

“Let go, Nixie,” West ordered, voice firm and with an edge that hadn’t been there before. What little patience he’d been executing for Nix—for whatever reason—it was clearly wearing thin.

He didn’t want to, but he found his grip loosening, and then he dropped his hands away.

“Good boy,” he praised, dragging his fingers lower to trace around Nix’s crack. When he pressed forward, he easily found Nix’s puckered entrance, and he tutted when he instinctually clenched against the oncoming intrusion. “Keep being good for me, babe. Open up.”

“Why are you doing this?” Defeated, Nix draped an arm over his face, blocking everything out. “Why are the three of you doing this?”

“Be more specific.” West pushed the tip of his finger past his defenses and then huffed. “You’re too dry.”

“Of course I am,” he snapped.

“I’ll fix that.” The warmth of his body disappeared from Nix’s side as he moved away, only to resituate himself between Nix’s legs. He spread his thighs further apart, making room for himself, and then slid both hands beneath his ass and lifted him half an inch off the bed.

“What—” The question died in his throat the second West’s hot tongue drove into him. It was the opposite of all the other careful touches. There was no warning, no light licks or tentative pokes first.

West forced his tongue into his body, wiggling it around to stretch him before pulling out. He spread Nix’s cheeks, and it was obvious he was staring at him down there.

“Stop it,” Nix said.

“Are you embarrassed?” West spread him even more. “Distract yourself then. Tell me, why are the three of us doing what?”

“Forcing yourselves on me,” he growled, trying to sit up when a burst of anger overcame him.

West allowed him to almost make it all the way before he shoved him back down, covering him with his own heavier form. He humped against Nix’s center, grinding down once against his dick. “Feel that, babe? I’m so hard for you already. I’m hard enough, the thought of pinning you and tearing through your unprepared hole really gets me going. You’d probably bleed—I’m much thicker than Yejun—but we both know I’d like it.”

“Wait.” Nix pressed against his chest but the man wouldn’t budge. “Okay. Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I get it.” He blew out a shaky breath. “I’ll….I’ll be good. Just, don’t…I don’t…”

West knew exactly what he was trying to say. “I like to hurt people. It turns me on.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like to be hurt. It doesn’t turn me on.”

“We can fix that.” He ignored Nix’s shocked gasp and pressed against the wound on his neck, mouth tipping upward when that caused him to wince. He ground his hips down against Nix at the same time, applying friction to his trapped dick. “Just a matter of rewiring your system.”

Nix tried to pull away, but he was trapped, the slight sting from West’s fingers constantly tapping the bite mark mixing with the way his lower region tingled with every gyration of the other man's hips. He stroked himself shamelessly against Nix’s bared flesh, rolling and humping him like some animal in heat and—

Nix stilled the second he felt it.

West felt it too.

“There you go, Nixie,” West taunted. “Come alive for me, just like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His mouth opened and closed as a wave of horror overcame him. He was not getting turned on right now.

He wasn’t.

He refused.

“How long do you think it’ll be before you soak my jeans for me?” West asked. “If I apply a bit more pressure,” he did to both Nix’s neck and lower, “will it reduce the timeframe?”

“This isn’t happening.”

“No need to be ashamed,” he told him. “This is just a physical reaction, Nix. It’s just your body responding to stimulation. I mean, sure, I’m the one who can make you feel this way, and you’re currently not my biggest fan, but that’s hardly something to cry about.”

Nix froze.

West grinned at him, the wicked gleam in his eyes sending a wave of dread coursing through Nix’s entire body. “You remember how into that I am. I’m touched.”

He’d made a stupid promise back on campus a couple of days ago. West had cornered him, and Nix had been late for class, so he’d agreed to the Demon's terms since there’d been no other option.

“You aren’t giving me a choice,” he accused, but he sounded pathetic even to his own ears. Nix squeezed his eyes shut. “Why does everyone think they have the right to play with me?”

His cousin had tricked him and used him every bit as much as the Demons were. He wondered what other things Branwen had gotten him to do in the past. How many of his memories of their time together were accurate?

Had the time they’d snuck out to night swim really been his idea, or had it been hers?

When he’d taken the blame for breaking their uncle's medal, and Branwen had thanked him after, had she meant it?

Or had she expected him to do that all long?

“Hey.” West pressed against his wound so hard he cried out, eyes popping open. “I don’t like competing with people, especially people who aren’t even here. You’ll give me your all when you’re with me, Nixie.”

“Or what?” Clearly, he had a death wish.

West pulled away from him all at once, even leaving the bed.

Nix blinked up at the space where his face had been only a moment before, then sat up, watching as the Demon went straight to one of the built-in shelves. There was the sound of clinking, but he couldn’t see around him. “What are you doing?”

“For the record,” West called over his shoulder, obviously ignoring him, “everyone does not have the right to play with you. Just us. If anyone else tries to do anything to you that you don’t like or want, call me. I’ll tear them apart in front of you for even daring to.”

“That’s…not as comforting as I think you mean for it to be.” But it was oddly sweet. At least he care—

No.

No, what the hell was wrong with him?

Nix was delusional. The Demons didn’t care about him, especially not West.

He braced himself when West turned and started walking back over. “I don’t want to play with you either. Why can’t you find someone else who’s interested?”

“I don’t own anyone else,” he stated, as if that was the most normal thing to say. “Believe it or not.”

“You could.”

“Oh?” He grunted. “Trying to pass off your bad deal to someone else, Nixie? Didn’t take you as that sort of person.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m attracted to you,” West told him. “I think you’re hot, and I like your brain. I like your ass too. It’s tight. And warm. I want to fill it up and see how much it can take.”

“How much of what?” Why did he have a bad feeling about this? Nix curled his legs up to his chest protectively and glanced at the thing in West’s hand. “What is that?”

“This?” He shook it and held it out so he could see. The black canister was instantly recognizable. “Compressed air.”

“A duster?” Nix frowned, honestly blanking. There was a wide opening at the top of the can, the spout narrowing somewhat. Inside that part, there were grooves so interchangeable heads could be applied. Nix had one himself back at his home, but he couldn’t for the life of him guess what West planned on cleaning now, and another look showed the man hadn’t brought any of the nozzles over with him. “Why?”

“Hands up,” West commanded. “You see the rungs? Grab onto them.”

Nix glanced over his shoulder at the headboard, noticing several metal poles that attached from one side to the other. “You can’t be serious?”

“Want me to tie you there?”

“No.” He sighed and shifted closer before laying down again, this time his head cradled by one of West’s pillows. His hands wrapped around the second bar and then he glanced down at West, who was climbing back onto the mattress.

West sprawled out on his side next to him, idly drawing circles with the tip of the canister around Nix’s navel. Just when Nix was about to ask him what he was planning, he bent down and swiped his tongue across his right nipple. He sucked and nipped at it, taking it between his teeth to tug lightly, just enough it had Nix gasping.

“That stings,” Nix said, glaring at West, who merely grinned at him.

The Demon brought the can up and pressed the button at the base, letting off a quick burst of air. It gusted against Nix’s wet nipple, cold, and surprising enough, he jolted.

Wordlessly, West leaned over his body and repeated the process with his other one, ignoring Nix’s protests when he brought the can up.

“I’m turning you on, Nixie,” he pointed out, moving to lick straight down the center of his chest and stomach. The canister followed after, drying the wet stripe he’d left in his wake.

Nix shivered and rubbed his thighs together, not bothering to deny what was obviously true.

He let out a startled sound when his legs were yanked apart, letting go of the wrung and sitting up to try to push West away when he suddenly brought the tip of the can to his balls and pushed the button.

“Back down,” West demanded. “I want you to cry for me again. You’re so pretty when you’re covered in tears.”

“You are not accosting me with that thing,” Nix stated. “There are lines—”

West pressed the tip just beneath Nix’s balls and let out another burst of cold air that had him scrambling backward. He easily captured one of his ankles and dragged him back, flipping him onto his stomach for good measure.

Before Nix knew what to expect, West had fit that narrowed tip against his hole and started to push. It had a cone shape to it, widening to the width of the can, and Nix panicked as he felt himself forcefully stretched around it.

“Stop it! Take it out!” He grabbed onto the bars again, this time in an attempt to hoist himself away, but West merely held onto his hip and pulled him back, the move shoving him onto even more of the cold metal can. “Stop! You can’t do this!”

“Is it too big?” West asked, leaning back so he could see for himself. “It’s only around two inches thick, Nixie. Surely you can handle that much.”

“I can’t!”

“Liar.” He twisted something at the base of the can and suddenly air started to pulse from the nozzle on a timer, one puff ever three seconds or so.

Nix’s hips jerked and he let out a sob. The cold air made him tingle inside, but it was the pressure that really got to him. He could actually feel it, those bursts pushing against his inner walls. It felt foreign and wrong on so many levels.

“You can’t do this!” he tried one last time, his front dropping to the pillow as a particularly strong gust of air fluttered through him, and his hole clenched around the metal canister.

“Do what?”

“Fuck me with a can!”

“I lubed it up beforehand,” West reassured. “Didn’t you notice?”

No…no he hadn’t. That seemed to be a problem of his, an inattention to details whenever he was turned—

Nope. Not admitting that, even to himself.

West laughed at him. “Wow, you didn’t? How did you think it slipped inside of you so easily?”

“Take it out.”

“Sure.” West pulled the canister out of him, but before Nix could feel relieved, he stopped at the nozzle and then drove it back inside.

Nix cried and momentarily lost his mind. He twisted around, surprising both of them with his suddenness. West ended up losing his grip on the canister, so it stayed lodged inside of Nix even as he turned on his knees and swung a fist straight at the Demon's face.

A fist West caught with ease.

He used Nix’s own momentum against him, pulling him forward until he was draped over his lap. Then he held him down at the waist and spanked him with an open palm, once, twice, and a third time with a little more force.

Nix howled, back arching. He clawed at the bed, even knowing he wouldn’t be able to get away, tears streaming from his eyes now as a mixture of humiliation overcame him.

“Did you forget I’m a professional fighter, babe?” West cooed, not sounding the least bit angry by his attempt to hit him. He did, however, deliver another sharp blow to his left ass cheek.

“Take it out!”

“This?” He twisted the canister but didn’t remove it or turn the automatic sprays off.

“West.” Nix buried his face in his arms.

“Your mouth is telling me you don’t like it, but have you realized that you’re dripping all over my lap right now?”

He couldn’t deny it, so he remained silent, but of course he knew. Nix’s balls hung heavy, and his dick was aching and swollen from all the stimulation.

“What, not going to pretend anymore?” West teased.

“You said I had nothing to be embarrassed about,” Nix snapped. “That it’s all just physical reaction and out of my control anyway!”

West’s palm smoothed over his stinging flesh. “Exactly, babe. You’re starting to get it.”

“Get what?”

“That’s all anything is,” he said. “Every emotion you’ve ever felt is just a reaction to an outside force. The key is learning to identify that force and approach it the same way you would a tricky math problem.”

Nix was ninety percent certain West was batshit crazy, and yet he couldn’t prevent himself from asking, “How?”

“By solving the parts you can. Take this situation, for example. Right now, you’re humiliated because I’m fucking you with an office supply. How can you get me to stop?”

“I can’t,” he stated, but that earned him another slap, though it was lighter this time.

“Come on. Have a little faith in me. I wouldn’t present you with a problem I wasn’t confident you could solve.”

Yeah. Entirely batshit crazy.

“You wanted me to cry,” Nix turned his head and caught West’s gaze over his shoulder, letting him see the tear tracks down his cheeks. “I am.”

“Sure, but if I keep this inside of you, you’ll keep crying for me.” West tapped the end of the can and grinned when Nix hissed. “Try again. Think. What else could I possibly want from you? What do I like?”

“I don’t know!”

“Wrong answer.” He spanked him in rapid succession until he was writhing and howling loud enough. It was a miracle none of the others had stormed in on them.

And all the while, Nix’s dick gushed, dripping precome all over West’s expensive jeans, soaking them through enough that even he could feel the material stick to his skin. He was making a mess and—

“Come!” he practically yelled the word, but it worked.

West paused, waiting.

Nix swallowed the lump in his throat. “You can come on me. I’ll…let you.”

“Promise?”

He nodded, gasping when he was pulled off of West’s lap.

“Turn around for me,” West said.

“Wait, the canister.”

“I’ll remove it,” he twirled a finger in the air, “after I’m sure you won’t go back on your word.”

Nix shifted onto his hands and knees, stopping when West tapped his hip.

“That’s good. Spread your legs for me, babe.”

He did, a groan slipping past his lips when the movement shifted the can inside him and caused it to bump against something it shouldn’t have.

“Found your prostate, huh?” West chuckled. “Sure you don’t want me to leave it in?”

“Yes!”

“Suit yourself.” West pulled the can free and chucked it across the room onto the ground carelessly. It rattled and rolled, disappearing somewhere in the corner by the closet. “Rest on your front and then reach back and spread your ass.”

“What?”

“Already going back on your word?”

Nix huffed but did as he was told, reaching back until he’d taken hold of his cheeks. “You and Yejun are both freaks.”

“June had you do something like this for him already?” West sounded disappointed. “Bummer. I promise, I’ll bring a little flare to the table. Hold yourself open for me. Yeah, just like that. The canister did the trick. Your hole is gaping. I can see inside of you.”

“What—”

“Hey.” He spanked him. “You said you’d be good, didn’t you?” The sound of his zipper going down came, and then a second later West moaned. “I’m touching myself, babe. Touching myself while I stare at your open hole. You’re so pretty, did you know that? But you’re not ready for me yet. Still too dry.”

“Hold on, you’re not going to…Are you?”

“What? Can’t say it? Fuck you? With my cock?” West grunted. “Nah. Not tonight, anyway. I’m going to make that prick Lake wait for it as long as I’m able. He can’t fuck you until both Yejun and I have had a turn, remember?”

“I hate all three of you.”

“I’d call you a liar again, but I can tell you mean it this time.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why should it?” West made another sound of pleasure, and then it was clear he was beating himself off, the sounds of his flesh slapping against his hand echoing around them. “Your emotions are your own issue to deal with. You might be mine, but those? Those are all yours.”

“Bullshit.”

West didn’t respond, the sounds of his grunts as he stroked himself with quick, harried motions causing Nix’s ears to burn.

Yejun had made him bend over for him and had drawn him, so this shouldn’t be nearly as embarrassing as it was, and yet…There was something taboo and twisted about knowing West had purposefully shoved that thick can in his ass just to open him up to view. It should have been gross, but…

West groaned. “You just twitched for me. That’s so hot. I bet you’d be so tight wrapped around my cock. Suck me down nice and good, wouldn’t you, babe?”

Nix gasped when two fingers hooked into him at once, tugging on his ass before they scissored and held him stretched even as his hole clenched around them. His dick dangled between his thighs, the sensitive tip tapping against the bed as West started to pump in and out of him.

“You’re leaking all over,” West said. “I love how wet you always get for me.”

“I don’t.” He shook his head.

“Love how you try and deny it even though your voice is so breathy and filled with need. Want to be filled with something else?” He shifted closer and something solid and hot tapped against Nix’s entrance, just above West’s buried fingers. “Should I give it to you after all?”

Nix almost agreed, his balls tight and the need to come so intense he had to grind his teeth against it. It would be a bad idea for a couple of reasons, and his pride was actually the lowest thing on that list.

Eventually, they were going to have intercourse, Nix knew that as well as he knew he’d need to take his next breath to survive. There was no escaping the Demons, now more than ever with this bite mark on his neck and the contract with his bloody signature at their office. At some point, he’d stopped even caring that he was being shared between them like a sex toy, because at least all of the times they’d touched him, they hadn’t left him wanting.

But…

“Worried about Lake?” West picked up on his train of thought easily enough. “I would be, too, after what he did to you today. Tell you what, we can make a deal, you and I.”

“A deal?”

“Yeah. It can be our little secret,” he suggested. “What do you say, Nixie?”

He twisted on the bed so he could see West over his shoulder. The Demon was reared up behind him, his cock out of sight as he held it pressed between Nix’s crack. He was still fully clothed, but that didn’t make him appear any less devilish or threatening. The glint in his eyes clued Nix into the fact he was only barely holding himself back.

If Nix agreed, there was little doubt he’d fuck him hard and unforgivingly, with little care to whether or not Nix changed his mind after. He’d seen West’s cock before. It was much larger than the canister…

His hole tightened and they both groaned.

“How can I trust you?” Nix asked. Sure, there might be some competition between them, but Lake and West were best friends, practically brothers. Would he really lie to him?

“I like the thought of making you submit,” West informed him, reaching out to rub and squeeze his left ass cheek possessively. “Of hearing you tell me you want it, even knowing I’ll make you ache. It’ll make your tears all the sweeter when I wring them out of you. When you’re sobbing beneath me, and your tears and your come are soaking my sheets…” He moaned, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head as he humped forward, dragging that searing hot tip of his up and down Nix’s crack.

So it was self-satisfying; that’s why West was willing to do it. But how could Nix be sure that once he’d been fully satisfied, he wouldn’t break his word and run off to tell Lake all about it?

Nix had been disgusted when he’d first discovered the deal the three of them had made. That Lake was going to wait until West and Yejun had a turn, as though Nix was some amusement park ride they all had to share. But that had been before this morning. Before he’d made that discovery about Branwen.

He was furious at Lake, and worried Yejun would find out about his cousin…If he got on West’s good side, and managed to form some type of connection between them, that could serve as a decent fallback plan.

If the Demon was going to use him, why shouldn’t Nix use him right back?

“If you tell Lake, I’ll never forgive you.” Not that he thought that particular threat would mean anything to a guy like West, but he had to say something to get the point across.

“Oh, don’t fret about that. I’m pissed he bit you, too. Let’s call this payback, shall we? I won’t breathe a word, and neither will you. Deal?”

Despite his thoughts, Nix hesitated. Then those fingers still inside of him curled and his spine bowed. His hips drove backward, seeking out more of that friction, and he realized with renewed resignation that he was always going to end up like this. The second he’d stepped into the room, a part of him had known.

Maybe a part of him had even wanted it.

“Deal.”

West removed his fingers, but before Nix could complain, his cock slid lower, bumping up against his greedy hole. He notched his crown and then settled over Nix’s back, taking more time with it than Nix would have guessed.

“Ready, babe?” West’s warm breath fanned against the curve of Nix’s left ear. “I’m gonna make you weep for me.”

The Demon drove into him with one hard push, stuffing him full of all eight inches of his cock, the stretch and the burn instantaneous and all-consuming.

Nix screamed.