Deadly Sins: Pride

Dan knelt on the floor, sweeping his gaze around with a bewildered expression. He took in the steaming sunken bath, and his eyes lit up for a moment. "Fulfilling a fantasy wish, Grip?"

Got a problem with my doing so? He pushed the sinful image out where any demon could see. First clear vision I got from him, and it looked like such fun, I grabbed the whole scenario.

The guilt which rose from Ian's stomach settled back down and faded to a mere whimper of protest. He let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding. Dan liked his taste in dream sequences so far. "I don't mind. Does Grip do this for you often?"

His royal lover lifted troubled brown eyes up. He bit his lip for a moment, but his cock stood up like the mast of a schooner. "He's never done this for me."

Yeah, well, you never brought anyone home to meet your pet demon before.

Ian snorted and talked to the ceiling. The ridiculous image of Dan bringing him home to meet "Mom and Pop" and introducing Ian to a red-skinned demon with sharp fangs and a forked tail had him choking down laughter. Ozzie and Harriet meet the Necronomicon? "Somehow, I wouldn't call you Dan's pet anything."

"Oh, so very true. Perhaps you should call me his other half."

Ian spun back around. The voice was Dan's, but not the intonation. The drawled, languid words were spoken in a low, insinuating tone without Dan's wisp of a Russian accent. Ian's cock hardened further to the call of the sensual sound.

His boy wizard's sweet look was gone, and his body altered. Rising gracefully to his feet and sauntering over was a being using the body and making minor alterations. Dan's skin reddened, as if he had sunburn, and his nails glistened as if painted with metals. The knowing come hither look in those golden eyes would never appear in Dan's puppy browns. He lifted one sculpted buff arm to negligently sweep Dan's thick wavy hair out of his eyes. "Like what you see?" He looked down at Ian's rock-hard cock. "Never mind. I get the picture."

Ian's cock twitched and he told it to behave. He didn't care if his pointer homed in on the demon's perfect naked ass like it was a lodestone, complete with hole. There was probably brimstone in there and that was not the standard model Hershey Highway. His heart wanted Dan. "Give Dan his body back."

The impudent demon pursed his lips and blew Ian an invitational kiss. Those taloned hands reached out and grasped his cock, encasing the aching length in just-at-the-top-of-tolerance heat. "He's got it, silly. Don't you Dainius darling?"

Ian writhed unwillingly against the strokes of those heated hands. His body wasn't paying a damn bit of attention to his heart, and fell into the rhythm of the expert strokes. A reverent "Shit" of appreciation rolled off Ian's tongue. "Prove it."

Dan's soft brown eyes returned, incongruous in the red face. One tear slid down the cheeks, hissing as it evaporated. "I'm here, Ian. I'm sorry, I want you so badly to...to..." The brown eyes faded away and closed for one blink.

Grip's golden eyes returned, and his fanged smile didn't soften the knowledgeable look on his face. He made a tsking sound. "He wants so much, he can't even articulate it all. I can, but I'd prefer to show you. Come along."

When a demon has your jewels in his hand, you go with him or get your cock ripped off and eaten. Not that he minded when Grip led him to the sunken bath and shoved him in while letting go of Ian's slightly overheated cock with the other hand. Ian fell in with a splash and yelped at the near-boiling temperature. "I am not a fucking lobster!"

The powerful demon rolled his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and did an impression of a queen from the Village. "Tch! But you are a stinky bitch. Get clean." He then jumped in and shrieked like a girl. In his normal tone, he gasped out, "Baal's Balls, the water's fucking freezing to me. This is the best compromise we get. Let's hurry before my scrotum collides with my diaphragm. " He dunked himself under and came up shivering with a sea sponge and bar soap in hand.

Ian tried lowering himself by inches into the roiling water. A quick sniff at his pits proved to him he did need a wash up, but he didn't expect to be cooked in the process. Ian's curses increased in speed with every millimeter he sank. He didn't relish even the concept of his nipples touching the surface.

Grip brandished the sponge under Ian's nose. His teeth chattered. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Turn around and I'll scrub your back. " As soon as Ian faced away from him, Grip put his hand on top of Ian's head and shoved him under.

Ian came up sputtering and pissed as hell. His skin felt scalded, and he imagined his nipples were on fire. His arm came back and swung, intending on decking and drowning the bastard.

His knuckles connected with Grip's jaw, and the demon's face snapped to the side. When he turned back around, his eyes glittered. "Love taps, darling? Besides, you just clocked Dan's jaw. You'll have to kiss the sore spot later, baby. Go lay on the massage table. I'm going to get warm for a few seconds. You'd better get out quick."

Knowing he wasn't lying at the moment, Ian hastened to crawl out on his hands and knees over the edge. His knees and muscles felt like they were made of melted and drawn butter. Okay, yeah, Ian enjoyed the novelty of being dominated a little, but he preferred the gentle sharing he had with his Dan. Screw his being royal. Dan was his, just...inhabited...for a while. "I still want Dan, you sonovabitch."

"And a fine tasty bitch she is. Too bad you'll never know, gay boy." Grip's mouth attacked Ian's ass as soon as his feet were out of the water. The divided appendage of demons could do things no human tongue could manage, and he wasted no time penetrating where no one had traveled since prison.

Ian shuddered while his forked tongue did a memorable rim job. Grip's talons held him firmly in place, and could shred flesh if Ian tried to move. So he didn't move, except his toes. They had two reasons to curl up. One was the expertise of his tongue, and the other was to avoid the lava-like temperature of the now boiling water.

"Move over, Demon Dolt. Mine."

Ian sighed in relief when Dan's voice commanded right between Ian's ass cheeks. A normal human tongue lapped where the demonic tongue left off, and did as good a job of making him squirm. Ian moaned to demonstrate his sincere appreciation. "I want you, Dan."