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Asher slowly felt his bones begin to go numb. The wind moved his hair in all possible directions, even his eyelashes felt the effect of it, making it impossible for him to see better as he blinked again and again trying to see clearer. His already worn leather jacket did nothing to cover him from the cold, it was useless to try to cover the skin after his wrists when the sleeves were too short, even if he stretched the fabric as much as he could he didn’t manage to cover himself, defeated he could only rub his arms with his palms in an effort to try and warm himself.
“Fuck.” His eyes narrowed, the bright lights blinding him for a few seconds, he put his arm over his face, shook the other when he realized what was coming, jumped and regardless of whether the lights of the trailer in front of him blinded him, he removed his hand to move.
The huge truck did not slow down, he noticed desperately. He shook his head, mentally praying that someone could help him again. “No, no, no.” he whispered as he saw the trailer pass by him without stopping. He let out a scream, slamming his foot on the ground. He got dirtier, he imagined, although he no longer cared.
“Idiot!” he yelled, showing his middle finger to the already departing truck.
He growled loudly but the sound of brakes screeching like a moan made him turn his head like the exorcist. He gasped loudly, getting up as he jumped to his feet because someone had finally stopped. Asher couldn’t believe it. Finally, He ran in the direction of the truck quickly, the vehicle had parked far ahead but Asher didn't give it any importance, immediately appreciating the sight of the huge truck parked.
The door of the truck opened then, no one came out through it but Asher still smiled in relief. He ran faster, his backpack was in the way even if it was small and didn't have much inside. The man jumped onto the step, clinging to the edge of the door to make it easier to climb up. He had the biggest smile on his face when he got inside the cabin. He closed the door behind him right away, protecting them from the cold.
“Oh, God. Thank you so much, really. I owe you my life, man.” he started talking right away, immediately getting comfortable and crossing his legs, he then relaxed his limbs, quickly feeling his body warming up from the heat of the cabin.
“No problem. Thank my boy. He was the one who insisted that we help you.” the thick, too slow and hoarse voice spoke. Asher raised his head to understand the new information. Gulping in alarm he noticed the couple next to him. He immediately blushed at the sight of the small body in the middle seat, not even filling it completely so the wide space made him believe there were only two people inside including him.
“Oh.” He stammered. The young man smiled shyly at him over his bony hand. He quickly noticed how tiny he was, just like all of him. He only didn’t choke because he opened his mouth to breathe quickly. The boy let out the sweetest of giggles, fluttering softly with his long eyelashes. He was grateful that the man driving opened his mouth again, stopping him from saying something stupid like wanting to kiss that angel.
“My name is Harry. And this is Louis. My wife.” He pointed with his thumb at the young man. He swallowed, receiving the slow greeting from the skinny fingers on his hand. Louis didn’t say anything, just continued to look at him with a big smile, studying certain areas of his body with hunger. Asher shook himself, embarrassed he was acting like a teenager with a crush.
Harry had just saved his life and he was repaying him by ogling his wife. Great. What kind of an idiot was he. Asher cleared his throat, looking away at the landscape. He couldn’t really see anything, but he pretended that he could.
“Nice to meet you. And thank you very much, Louis. I’m Asher.” He thought it would be rude not to shake Harry’s hand, since he had no other way to communicate his gratitude. He tried to turn around in vain, stretching his hand out near the man, but only managed to bump his boots on the lower part of the seat. He blushed again because those electric blue eyes invited him to give in to their enchantment. Suddenly he wanted to obey him, worship him and please him.
He noticed that Harry was not very polite or was too sensible and he did not want to cause an accident, since he decided not to accept his hand, giving him only a nod with his head, without even looking at him. Louis laughed again, before giving his hand a flat but very calculating look. Asher pressed his lips together, swallowing the shame of seeing the dirt on his skin. He was going to take it away, but Louis with the same deep look raised his hands, much cleaner and prettier than his, and took his with appreciation.
He felt cold with the first trace of his finger caressing his skin. He thought that Harry should completely close his window because his wife was cold and surely he did not realize it. Asher closed his fingers around the pale palm, the delicate touch forcing his body to melt into the seat, he smiled unintentionally, enjoying the divine boy's attention on him.
“So, what brought you here, Ash?” Louis tilted his head, not letting go of his hand, even caressing the back of it with his own right hand. He looked curious and very interested. Asher let out a sigh as he remembered his situation, and he made a face. Harry turned to look at them and Asher jumped away as far as he could from the grip, Louis was surprised by a sharp sound, they fell silent, Harry raised an eyebrow looking between them. Asher squeezed his hands together, praying to heaven that the truck driver wasn't upset by that and didn’t consequently want to throw him out of the trailer and into the open again.
He breathed calmly seeing how Harry only put his arm without taking his other hand off the wheel around Louis' waist. Asher held his breath hitting his forehead with his fist when he took in the boy's nakedness. He wasn't completely naked, of course, but he was almost there. He understood then why he was so cold.
He looked only once, but it was enough to commit the image to memory forever. Louis was wearing a short dress, which he imagined would reach down to his thighs when standing. It was yellow, sleeveless, but there were ruffles decorating the straps on his sharp shoulders. One of them was halfway down his arm, revealing a deep collarbone. Sitting on his bent legs, his shiny thighs looked plumper, and the skirt seemed shorter, too, cut in the same way as the straps on the dress. It was obvious there wasn’t a single hair on his skin, a tainted voice in Asher’s head begging him to touch and check. He saved the best for last, bare feet nestling one on top of the other behind his bum, tiny toes wiggling happily, making him smile.
He took one last look up and down and imagined he was looking at a fairy.
A fairy from the forest. Maybe a fairy of the light from the colour of the dress. He hummed.
“Well?” the deeper voice asked.
“Huh?” Asher scratched his temple like a cartoon, Louis leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder, hiding his thin lips behind the man’s bicep. Asher would have been willing to kill to taste these lips. He shook himself again, internally growling at his intrusive thoughts.
“Where did you come from?” Harry stretched, adjusting himself to finally give their new passenger his full attention, handling the wheel with one hand, while the other still held onto Louis’ slim waist. Asher blinked. Ignoring Louis’ presence, Asher began to tell his sad story.
Louis’ features perfectly matched each situation Asher recounted. The blue-eyed man had the sweetest pout and his eyes became glassy as the traveler recounted the horrible things he had to live through while under the protection of his cousin Sergey.
“We didn’t eat for days. Another one of my cousins died from malnutrition.” Louis gasped in horror at that, covering his face and hiding further under his husband’s arm. Harry was still expressionless. Asher wondered if he was even listening to him. The curly man rubbed Louis’ thigh to appease him, though, which confirmed that he was actually listening, though maybe not caring about what had happened to Asher.
“I managed to escape from there after a while. I ran into an old lady and got her to give me shelter for a few days. Everything was fine, she even got me a job. I got to work for her, actually.” he giggled. How he adored that woman, she was a real lioness. His smile slowly faded as he opened his mouth again. “However, after three months her husband came back from a business trip and the idiot kicked me out. So…here I am.” he finished with a melancholic sigh.
He kind of missed his life before his parents passed away and he had to be under the care of his grandparents. They eventually died too and he was left in the care of his cousin Sergey, who was a fifty-year-old hermit who was totally wild, inhuman he dared say for the way he treated him and his own children.
“That’s really admirable, Ash. You’re absolutely brave. I’m happy to have helped you.” the traveler snapped out of his stupor when he felt a caress on his arm. The tender cold touch of Louis’s small hand sent shivers down his spine. An electric shock ran down his spine and he almost let out a hoarse moan when Louis reached for his hand and laced his fingers through his slimmer ones.
“It’s true. When we get to the capital you can continue with your life and everything will get better. You are very resilient, it won’t be difficult for you to adapt to this new world. You will get ahead very quickly.” Harry said, agreeing with Louis. Asher smiled at the kind words, although he was not as expressive, Harry sounded honest.
“Thank you very much, man.” he whispered, a little affected. Louis noticed it, he didn’t let him lower his head, with his cold fingers he took his chin and made them look into each other’s eyes. They smiled at each other. “Both of you. Thank you very much for helping me, Lou.” He blushed when he received a look from Harry. “Louis. I’m sorry.” The boy let out a sweet melody made of laughter. Harry kissed his cheek with a soft smile.
Asher was fascinated.
“You can call me that! I love that nickname. Don’t I, honey?” Harry only chewed his gum, turned to look at him with a smile and nodded.
“True, Lou.” Louis turned to him, checking to finish. Asher blushed, but nodded in agreement. Their hands were still linked. He was sure Harry noticed it just now, as well as the way Louis smiled at him. He wondered why he didn’t do or say something about it.
If he were Louis’ man and saw his cute hands on another man’s. He would honestly lose his mind immediately. If he were Harry, he would want to rip his hand off. Either they were a very open-minded couple, or Harry maybe wasn’t the jealous type. It could also be that he was too confident in himself to bother being worried by another man.
It wasn’t like Harry was wrong… They had just met. It’s not like Louis had fallen in love with Asher at first sight and was going to leave Harry to run away with him. And well, if that were to happen… No! He wouldn’t do that to Harry. Though if Louis wanted…
“We’ll probably stop for dinner in about half an hour. Do you want to sleep in the meantime? Or maybe you want to hear the funniest stories I have? You’ll love them.” Louis clapped his hands with a squeal that immediately put Asher in a good mood. Of course he accepted the second offer, after wishing for a warm place to be, the first thing he wanted then was to hear the sweet voice of that angel descended from heaven.
So it happened then, Louis kept chattering about the beautiful places he and Harry visited. Asher was a little jealous of the man, honestly. Louis spoke wonders of his husband whenever he could, Asher tried not to seem too envious. To tell the truth, it wasn't that difficult. Louis had moved as quickly as he could, still in the same position, but now his torso was facing Asher’s direction only.
Harry was still engrossed in the road, chewing the gum in his mouth annoyingly. Asher bet it didn’t even taste like anything anymore. He swallowed his grimace of disgust. Louis had him dying of laughter, he was an excellent storyteller, he managed to keep every second of the story interesting, gesturing in a way that caught you, forcing you to pay attention to both his voice and his face. Asher wanted to consume it all.
“We’ll be stopping for dinner soon, sweetheart.” Harry interrupted them in the middle of their game of twenty questions. Asher refrained from being annoyed at the interruption. He mentally reminded himself that this was Harry’s trailer, and more importantly, Harry’s wife. Louis turned to look at him excitedly upon hearing his husband.
“Aren’t you hungry already? That’s music to my ears. I’m starving!” He complained, hunching his back with a pitiful moan. Asher mentally choked, his cock starting to harden at the mere sound. It wasn’t even sexually inciting, Louis was simply moaning. But the sight of his pale, stretched neck and sunken collarbones had him salivating like a dog.
Like the attention-hungry dog he was, he rummaged effusively through his tattered backpack. Multiple items flew out as he was tossed around wildly, Louis looking at him curiously while Harry just gave him a disinterested look before turning back to the road.
“Wait. I’m sure I had… where- Oh! I got it!” He raised his arm victoriously. In his closed fist was a small wrapped chocolate. Louis gasped at the sight and Asher handed it to him with a blushing half-smile. “Here you go. While we wait to get there, if you want.”
“He doesn’t eat that. It will hurts him.” Harry spoke in an authoritative voice, snatching the chocolate from their still-clasped hands and throwing it out the window. Asher didn’t complain that he could have saved it back for himself to maybe eat later. He tensed, and backed up, slamming his now straight back into the back of the seat. Louis pouted but smiled at him in apology.
“It’s true. I forgot.” Louis admitted in a soft voice. Asher brushed it off with a smile.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it could hurt you. I wouldn’t have offered it to you in the first place.” His voice trailed off slowly as the engine started making weird noises and then before any of them could ask what it was, the engine thumping grew louder. The three of them fell silent as the trailer came to a stop with one last loud noise from the engine.
Louis looked at his husband in confusion, Harry was still wearing the same scowl. Asher wondered if the man was born with it. He watched as Harry pulled out his keys, leaned over to check they were in the right place and inserted them again, turning them but the huge truck didn’t move or make a sound. Harry then took a breath. He zipping up his jacket, it was suddenly colder in the cabin as he opened the door.
“What’s wrong?” Louis asked. He leaned over to look at Harry. The man shook his head, just as confused as they were.
“I don’t know. This shit just shut off.” Louis gave him a look, and seeing his worried face Asher caught his hand in his smaller ones and squeezed reassuringly. It worked immediately, he leaned closer to the small body. Louis was cold all over, however, if they stayed together maybe they could create some warmth. “Fuck.” Harry growled under his breath, pulling out his keys and opening the door. Louis turned to him.
“Where are you going?” he asked, getting upset immediately as his husband moved away from him. Asher felt jealous at his concern, he caught the brunette’s hip when he leaned further towards where Harry was walking away. Louis tensed at his touch, so Asher let go immediately. When Harry jumped down onto the asphalt he squeezed his wife’s hand.
“I’m fine. I promise. I'll just check that everything is in order, mi amor. Wait here. Asher, take care of him for me. Okay?” Harry wasn't asking him for a favor, judging by the determined expression on his face. Nevermind, Asher was going to do it anyway. He approached the brunette, Louis glanced at his chest pressing too hard against his side. The brunette could feel his erection still dormant against his hip.
“Don't be scared. I'm sure it's nothing.” Asher whispered close to his ear. Louis smirked, the suggestive tone of Asher's suddenly husky voice encouraging him. He turned to be face to face, his smile only confirming that the fun was about to begin.
“I'm scared. Will you take care of me?” He asked softly, the warm breath hitting Asher's chapped lips. He swallowed as he felt his mouth get dry suddenly, he wanted to catch the other's pink lips. He wanted to stick his tongue in his mouth and taste all of their flavors. Louis tilted his head, his eyes blinking a few times, lashes framing his eyes efficiently, he shook himself in a daze as he believed the metallic blue color had changed to a pitch-black.
He let out a small laugh, mocking himself.
“Of course, darling. I’ll do whatever you ask me to do.” he confirmed with a seductive intonation. Louis raised his eyebrows, pleased and curious in equal parts.
“Oh, yeah?” the strap of his dress fell to the side of his arm as he leaned sideways, closer to him. Asher licked his lips at the sight of the pale skin all ready for him. He wanted to bury his teeth in the milky skin and leave a thousand and one bruises to give it color. He nodded excitedly, approaching the warmth (cold, actually) of Louis’ body as if he were a moth flying straight into a flame, oblivious to its soon-to-be-extinction.
“Whatever you want…”
“It seems we’re stranded.” A nonchalant Harry opened the left door, startling Asher who jumped an arm’s length away from Louis who was smirking in his direction. Embarrassed he mentally hit himself for blushing. Harry climbed in caressing his wife’s cheek tenderly and apologetically. “I’m so sorry mi amor. I know you were hungry.” his voice became probably a hundred times softer as he addressed Louis.
Asher could relate to him a little, it was ridiculous because he had just met him but if he could, he would give his life for Louis.
“Why don’t we walk? Is it too far from where we were headed?” he spoke loud enough to purposely break the intimate bubble the marriage was having. Louis was staring with starry eyes at his husband, causing Asher to choke back a jealous growl in his chest.
“I will not make my wife walk at this hour. Are you crazy?” Harry turned to Asher looking at him as if he was stupid. His gaze was filled with disgust, absolutely incredulous at what he had said. To Asher’s chagrin, he had to internally agree with that idiot. Although he had managed to escape from an abusive man and knew how to fight, he didn't know what they might encounter along the way. He wasn't even afraid of the living to be honest, he wasn't a true believer in the paranormal, but he wasn't very skeptical either.
“Right. Uhm, so… you don’t have a radio or anything?” Harry sighed. Louis turned to look at him, but leaned on his husband who wrapped a muscular arm around him. Asher was thankful he was wearing a jacket, he’d hate to have to compete against those biceps.
“No, and I don’t have a signal. This shit needs power. We’ll have to wait for another truck to come by and help us.” Louis sighed shakily at the news. It was clear that this was their only option. He didn’t know if it was better than getting out of here. Being stranded here, a group of lunatics might very well come and kick them out and do god knows what to them.
Harry seemed to read his thoughts.
“I’ll stay here. Honey, you have to go in the back. If something were to happen, I wouldn’t want you here to witness it.” Harry rubbed his thin arm with his huge hand. Louis nearly rose to his knees at the announcement. He touched his husband's cheeks and pouted.
“But… me alone? Back there? So dark and-”
“I can come with you!” Asher immediately intervened like a great hero. Louis turned to look at him over his shoulder. Harry had his eyes on Louis' neck, lowered his hand to his waist and patted him there twice tenderly. “Harry is right. And I'm sure he knows how to take care of himself very well. But in case he doesn't, I'll be there to help you escape if something happens. I swear I'll take care of him.” He solemnly promised, looking at Harry with straight eyebrows, showing that he was serious.
The corner of Harry’s mouth moved in a smile, it was barely noticeable but Asher managed to notice it.
“You see? You won't be alone. And if you need anything, my good friend Asher will be there for you.” He assured the boy who smiled under his eyelashes when looking at him, he smiled at him, confirming what Harry said.
“Good. Although I hope someone arrives soon. I’m seriously starving.” Harry finally let Asher see the twin dimples on the sides of his cheeks, his white teeth perfectly adorning the smile he gave his boy. He glanced at Asher then, who was studying the show that was this couple.
“Don’t worry, mi amor. I’m sure you’ll have a full stomach soon.” the curly boy winked, which if he wasn’t mistaken, was directed at Louis as much as at him. A tense smile tried to spread across his mouth, but he didn’t, he didn’t want to be so disrespectful. They got out of the trailer, Louis with the help of Harry who caught him in his arms when the boy jumped out of the cabin.
Asher quickly became worried, the cold hit his cheeks and made him shiver, even though he was wearing thick trousers and a big jacket. He couldn’t imagine how Louis would feel, only wearing a thin short dress. When they reached the end of the truck, Louis looked so animated, smiling at him with his small hand intertwined with Harry’s. He could see the curly's tanned skin bristling from the cold night wind. Louis had a small flashlight with him that allowed them to see the path.
“Could you undo that lock, mate?” Harry asked, undoing the lock on his side of the door himself. He hurried to do so, awkwardly pushing his backpack over his shoulder. Harry beat him to the door first, grunting when he struggled to get the lock stuck. “Leave it like that. Come in this way.” As if the small handle knew it was its owner who was touching it this time, without any momentum Harry pulled it down, but brought it back up to lock it in place when he fully opened the other door leaving room for Louis to climb in.
“There should be a couple of blankets over there in case you get cold.” He pointed into the darkness with his index finger. The silver rose on his ring shined into the night with the help of Louis’ flashlight, still pointed at Harry’s face. The curly-haired boy flexed his fingers several times, indicating to the brunette to hand him the flashlight. Asher gulped when he saw that they would be in the dark.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m an expert at improvising beds, I’ll manage to make a comfortable one for us.” He laughed, Louis put on his best joker face at this. Asher tensed halfway up, turned to see Harry, who had a raised eyebrow. He cleared his throat, erasing his smile. “I mean, in case Louis wants to sleep and all that.” Harry slowly began to smile, a little amused, for the first time that night the smile was directed at him so Asher breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re quite the gentleman, Asher buddy. I like you. You’ll be fine, Lou.” Harry winked at him one last time, Louis nodded. He stretched out his hands to help Asher up, even though he didn’t need help. When they were inside, Harry nodded in his direction once. He returned the greeting and they both moved to close the door, when there was a space left of Harry’s face he saw him smile one last time. “Have fun.” he whispered. Asher couldn’t see well in the darkness, so he didn’t know who he was talking to.
“Finally.” Louis whispered behind him, his cold breath hitting the back of his neck and Asher shivered with a groan stuck in his throat. He turned to faintly hear his footsteps walking over what seemed to be a plastic bag.
“Jesus. I can’t see anything.” The traveler let out a laugh walking carefully to follow the boy. Louis didn’t laugh at his joke like he did all night with the previous ones. If Asher couldn’t hear the small steps on the plastic he would think he was alone.
Seconds later, a dry snap could be heard and a red light was turned on illuminating from Louis’ thighs to his knees. Asher gulped at the soft figure in front of him. Louis wasn’t naked (yet, he thought) but the transparency and thinness of the dress helped to contour the silhouette well with the help of the warm light. Louis stretched out his arm, still without saying anything. Of course Asher reached out to take it.
“It seems like it’s starting to get cold already. Don’t you think?” Asher whispered as he touched the blue-eyed man’s cold hand, and he even felt the ice penetrate the fabric of his jacket. Still, he got excited with anticipation, something told him that he would soon feel very hot.
Louis moved them just under the red light. It didn't shine too brightly, it was indirect enough to make him feel safe in his movements without fear of messing something up or hurting himself on some object. Louis slowly led them to the floor, Asher could feel the bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
“You know. I think Harry is stupid.” Asher said and Louis stopped abruptly upon hearing him speak. Or rather, upon hearing him say such a thing about his husband. Asher couldn't see his face, but he was sure he hadn't appreciated the words. He recovered quickly. “Don't take this the wrong way! What I mean is, if I were your husband. I would never leave your side. I would be burning with jealousy just thinking about having to leave you alone with some random guy.” Louis understood what he was saying, it seemed, cause he relaxed slightly.
He continued with his task until finally their knees met against the wood of the truck's floor. The plastic creaked at his movements, Louis running his hands down his chest once he was comfortable in place. He gulped, sighing shakily as Louis’ small, cold hand delved into the fabric, touching his warm skin beneath it.
“Still, I’m glad Harry is so naive.” Asher continued to speak. Louis decided to ignore him this time. Or rather, he didn’t listen to him, being as preoccupied with feeling him under his fingers as Asher thought. “You’re the softest little thing I’ve ever touched.” he breathed near Louis’ shoulder, moaning quietly afterwards. “And you smell exquisite.” Louis brought both hands closer to work better. Asher helped him by pulling the jacket completely off as Louis carefully unzipped it.
The air in the room felt like he had hit a huge iceberg. He moaned, coughing into his fists so he wouldn’t have to hug himself and try to keep his arms warm.
“Wow. It’s seriously too cold. You don’t want me to take a blanket?” He turned to look for the supposed blankets. The thrashing of his head made him cry out in surprise as the pain was confirmed by his brain. Louis had turned them with one sure move, slamming his back against the floor. He laughed as he felt the small body sitting on his lap, the soft bare thighs on either side of his waist. His hands immediately flew to the chubby legs, corroborating that Louis was indeed the smoothest he had ever felt.
He was probably touching an angel.
He didn’t doubt it, although he would a hundred times prefer for that angel to turn into a demon and take him to hell with at least one kiss. Louis looked like a real wild bitch in bed despite his tender and innocent attitude. Simply feeling his desperation confirmed it. He was eager to die in his arms, to let that boy on top of him choose his next destiny.
“Jesus, baby. So desperate.” Asher moaned, looking at his red chest, illuminated by the light. If he leaned in a little more, he could see his face full of desire. “How about we be more careful? We don’t want to make a scene and attract your husband’s attention. Right?” Asher asked, lifting his neck to reach out and touch a little further than his thighs. Louis moved once, feeling the skin on his neck.
“Fuck… you’re so sexy.” he growled, squeezing one of his buttocks and spanking the other. After all, Louis was totally naked beyond his dress. Louis jumped at the outburst, drawing a moan from him at the pressure on his cock. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good, baby. Just let me.” He wanted to change their position, to be in charge over the boy, but Louis let out a shriek that scared him and he returned to his place as if he had been pushed by a huge bull. He opened his mouth in a daze, touching his head, trying to cover his ears. Louis' small fingers brushed his already cold erect nipples, with the head still stinging his cock he was thrilled to feel Louis bend over to take off his dress.
It was slow, the angelic discovery of milky skin brought him back to his mind-blowing fantasy. He discovered small, perky nipples illuminated by the red light. He smiled excitedly, his hands immediately flew to touch his chest, Louis held one of his hairy hands over one of his nipples, Asher wanted to twist it in his fingers.
He did.
Louis let out a loud shriek of pain. Asher became disoriented again and finally scared. Something was wrong. He gasped desperately when the static left his ears. Louis made circles with his hips, drawing a moan from him, he screamed squeezing the boy's hips. Louis hissed like a beast and the traveler rose to search for his face. Louis was still hidden in the shadows, and for some reason, that was making Asher’s hair stand on end more with unease.
“Louis. Wait. Honey, I think we should stop. I—”
“Stop? I thought you liked it.” His voice was like hearing a cat purr. It was melodic and satisfying, Asher’s cock was fully hard but something in his head alerted him. Something felt wrong. Louis leaned down, showing him only his hair, breathed against his skin and made him moan as he felt his wet, cold tongue trace a line on his chest.
“Well yeah. It’s okay, it’s okay. I'm crazy about you. But, I think you need to stop doing those “Oh!” He spasmed when Louis sucked on a bruise on his throat, right above his pulse point. He moaned at another thrust against his cock. Louis purred wordlessly and then pulled away. Blinking in confusion, he searched Louis’ face.
“You don’t like my moans?” He spoke in a sad voice. He shook his head hastily, obviously not wanting to make Louis feel bad.
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“My Harry loves them. He adores me.”
Asher rolled his eyes.
“Of course he does. That’s why he locked you up with another man knowing what would happen.”
“He was just looking out for me. A good husband should always provide for his wife. Or is that not true?” Asher scrunched his face in confusion. What did that have to do with this? He laughed a little, not wanting to sound mocking so as not to hurt Louis.
“Honey, what is that?”
“Besides, he’s not stupid.” Asher choked when Louis pressed hard on his pulse. He wanted to cough but the side of his ribs were compressed as well, taking the air out of him. He opened his mouth to scream but the boy leaned in. He shouldn’t have talked for the sake of talking. Did he want a demon? Did he want to be taken to hell by him? To have a wild time? Did he want Louis to write his destiny?
So there he was. The fear that the image in front of him caused him would remain engraved in his eyes. From having the most delicate and angelic face that God ever carved, half of Louis' face split as a huge smile broke through, revealing a long row of sharp teeth up and down. His eyes were completely black. If he weren't in this situation, he would have thought they were beautiful because of the way the red light made them look.
Another heart-wrenching scream came from Louis’ throat before he finally leaned down to tear the skin off of the traveler's throat. Asher screamed in pain, called out to Harry, but it was useless. It was over in a matter of seconds where his life flashed before his eyes. From the last dinner he had with his parents, to the day he managed to escape from Sergey. His hands clung to Louis' thin but not weak shoulders, they gave his last squeeze and he gave his last breath before falling limp against the plastic bag, the last thing he saw was his heart buried in the brown-haired boy's mouth as he let out a pleased moan.
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Harry had his feet resting on the dashboard of the cabin. With a small napkin he was rubbing the dirt that was inside his rings. As he looked through the window, he heard the first shrill shout behind him. He smiled slowly, satisfied. He wanted to feel a little guilty for his good friend Asher, however, he knew he was no different from the rest.
He didn't waste any time since he got into the trailer and Louis paid attention to him. It only took a few warm glances and bright smiles for him to fall at his feet. He wanted to get upset as usual every time a man approached Louis, as he would have done if they had only been dating for a few months, but now he was a different man, he was a man.
Louis' man.
And he knew that Louis was his, that if it were up to him, the only man's flesh he would eat and the only blood he would drink, would be his. But he also knew that it wasn't enough for him, so they had to make these trips. It wasn't that hard, it always only took a few minutes to catch men’s interest. Only a couple of them resisted Louis's charms, really older men with a good wife at home or with too much respect and fear of Harry.
Anyway, they suffered the same fate as everyone else, so Harry always tried to make it easier for them. They tasted better to Louis when they weren't so scared, anyway. And although at first the boy loved to play with his food, he stopped being funny and just went with it. His appetite grew bigger and bigger as he got older.
It was then that Harry had resorted to taking other drastic measures. He had offered himself. He loved Louis so much that he was ready to die for him. However, Harry’s death was not convincing for Louis as a gift. They were in love, Louis didn't plan on letting him go. Never. So Harry had understood that and had turned the equation around. He loved Louis so much that he was willing to actually kill for him.
This is where they stood now. Back in the day, Harry was the biggest art dealer in the United States and all of Europe, collecting the most beautiful works of art from around the world. But he was even luckier in possessing the greatest work of all: Louis. They had met in their early twenties. At least on his part, Louis had already lived a few more decades.
Harry had immediately been smitten. He had been going to his first auction and Louis had been parading around the place while charming every man with his presence. For the rest of his life, Harry would be grateful to Louis for sparing his life that night. Like every man, stupid and desperate, seeing how Louis left in the arms of another, he chased them like a maniac, finding himself in a scene that to this day made his hair stand on end, although only because his life had been in danger. In another perspective, he remembered it with much affection, also even with desire because his penis became a solid rock when those black eyes stopped on his and those sharp teeth buried themselves in his flesh.
With an internal moan he adjusted his cock. He was even more anxious for Louis to eat today. Yesterday they attended a gallery in Russia, where his wife had set his sights on a certain elegant but equally arrogant man. Unfortunately for him, his security was very efficient, so Louis had been left very hungry. And he was very horny, because normally, when he was upset, Louis didn't feel like burying himself in a cock, leaving his husband to clean up the broken glass.
The truck gave a jolt and he let out a small laugh, lowering his legs, stretching, the creaking of his bones eliciting a satisfied moan from him. He listened to a horrified "Harry!" coming out of the end of the truck. It wasn't his boy, obviously. But he moved anyway, knowing that Louis was finally ready to satisfy him after he had fed. Harry jumped out, lighting the way with the flashlight, there was not a day when he didn’t feel protected by, of course, dating a demon, however, he was still a human and with Louis busy he had to be careful about it. They had come here thousands of times and nothing had ever happened, but the men whose blood now lived inside Louis, taught him that he didn't have to be arrogant with anything or anyone.
He placed the flashlight between his teeth to check if he had opened the door properly. Once he did, he turned it off, knowing Louis hated lighting at night. As he half-opened the large piece of metal, he immediately admired the red light reflecting Louis' silhouette. The boy turned around at the interruption and growled at him, Harry raised his hands in apology. Recognizing him, the blue-eyed boy let out a whine, shrieking with his head back and demanding Harry’s attention.
Harry was quick to oblige, jumping up with an expert jump and landing on his feet gracefully. Stumbling in the darkness as he stood up, he raised the temperature on the thermostat a little, just to keep from freezing to death but enough to continue preserving the corpse inside the trailer box. When he was done, he slowly made his way towards his wife.
He saw him lean over a body to surely drink more blood, then stand still waiting for him. Harry carefully walked through the plastic bag covering the floor. Although Louis was normally a lady, he always left a mess behind when eating, mainly because he was passionate. Harry had suggested covering the wooden floor beneath them, since while the wood was good, it might rot more quickly because of the blood.
Harry was meticulous with his steps despite trusting him blindly. It was one thing to entrust himself to him without remedy or judgment, and it was another thing entirely to be disrespectful. He was just making sure Louis was fully satisfied, ready to let him into his comfortable bubble.
It was always like that in these situations. Louis then stretched his arm out to him and Harry smiled slowly as he felt the sharp claws dragging along the skin of his forearm. He moaned in anticipation, on his knees, and closer, the stench of death surrounding them filled his nostrils. He pouted with a half smile, Louis didn't say anything to him, still on Asher's lap with his face and chest stained with blood.
“I love you.” Harry whispered, rising up on his knees to be taller than him. Louis closed his black eyes, sighing as he received the soft kiss on his forehead. Harry pressed closer to him. Caressing his warm velvety skin, now a little warmer with a full stomach. Louis must have noticed immediately how eager his husband was even if Harry still didn't invade his boy’s personal space, not because he didn't want to, but because of Louis' condition and the body beneath him blocking the way.
Slowly lowering himself from Asher's hips, Harry admired with his mouth agape as the black silhouette loomed over him. An excited smile slowly spread across his mouth, he felt the drops of blood splashing on him just as Louis stood up completely. Slowly and carefully Harry laid back down in the same position as his good friend Asher. Ignoring him, of course, he smiled at his wife who now took his rightful place on his lap.
The warm moisture of the carmine liquid bathed him with Louis' touches, it was well known to Harry that he was not very talkative during sex. Unless he was in his human form, but since he wasn't, the curly man prepared himself to get dizzy from the next unnatural shrieks Louis was going to let out.
“Oh.” He let out a gasp as Louis began to move on his cock, even before he had fully sat down he ground himself down on it. Letting out a hiss at the grip Harry gave his hips he slammed back down, the curly man moaning. “Mi amor…” he begged and choked out.
Louis leaned over him, smelling his blood underneath the skin of his throat. He pressed the sharp tip of his tongue right over his pulse point drawing a guttural moan from him. Harry rammed into his ass and Louis let out a moan of pleasure and desperation, Harry's rough, hard clothing not feeling pleasant against his bare skin.
With the help of his sharp claws, he traced a straight line across the tank top his husband was wearing. Harry heard the fabric creak as it was slowly opened by the blade in Louis' delicate fingers. When his chest was completely exposed, dancing up and down wildly, making the butterfly tattoo on his stomach seem like it was giving life to the little animal, Louis traced his nipples with the wet palms of his hands.
“Uhm.” the demon purred as he smelled his skin. The mouthwatering taste of his blood. Harry began to get desperate, subtly begging with small thrusts of his own.
“Please.” The curly man begged. Louis let out another shriek, leaving Harry stunned for a few long seconds. Louis was desperate too. Before he came, he felt cold, clammy hands catch the sides of his face, the next second a hot mouth slammed against his. He moaned loudly, reigniting his senses.
Louis’ long, pointed tongue wrapped around his own, running through his cavity completely. The taste of blood wasn’t even disgusting coming from Louis’ mouth Harry then clung to his bare buttocks burying its nails into the skin, Louis moaned into his mouth, grinding against his cock quite hard. Harry let out an excited moan at experiencing the burning on his skin as Louis finally ripped off his pants in one swift motion, the fabric tearing wanting to make him laugh.
Even though their roles were now reversed, meaning if he had even thought of stretching the fabric of Louis' dress too much he would probably live without hands for the rest of his existence. The brunette took care of his clothes like a baby, dresses more than anything. He was very careful when it came to them, he always had to undress when he was going to taste his dinner, he would not forgive himself if a drop of blood belonging to a man soiled his precious clothes.
But here he was, tearing both his husband's pants and shirt. Harry would return home naked, apparently. He didn’t care, to be honest and he quickly forgot about it. Louis forced him to moan against his fingers when he put them in his mouth. He didn't realize when his boxers had disappeared too. He didn't care, Louis's plump ass did its job trapping his cock between its cheeks, without having buried himself in it yet.
Louis continued to sniff at his blood, sucking a bruise there with incredibly loud force, moaning as he bounced on his cock. Harry could almost imagine himself cumming just hearing how aroused his wife was for his blood. Louis leaned down, tracing a line down the length of his chest with his tongue, Harry gagged as he felt the long tongue caress him, warm and very wet. His pelvis jerked, slapping Louis's ass with his bare cock.
The demon made a small raspy noise at this, eager. Harry clenched his fists as Louis crawled across his lap rubbing his bare ass against his sensitive cock, he moaned loudly, hearing his wife's sweet, happy sound. Louis didn't even mean to be gentle this time, with one quick movement he took Harry's cock between his fingers.
The curly man convulsed with a whimper as he felt the pressure on his base, Louis scratched the cleft with his claw, at his pained hiss the brunette laughed sweetly. Harry smiled too, showing his dimples, even more so out of breath from enduring the desire and hunger that Louis provoked in him, with bent knees he hit the hips of the smaller, inciting him to continue.
Although he believed that the foreplay was fair and necessary, right now he was in a drought that was becoming difficult to bear, so the delay was his worst torture. Louis did not skimp despite his insistence, after all, he was the one in charge here. Harry was sure that he would never hurt him, of course, but he would never doubt that Louis was a soulless demon that he should fear.
“Angel…” he called out involuntarily, because of the angeled-for face of Louis living daily in his head. The boy between his legs let out an incredible shriek of anger that took Harry’s breath away, Harry trembled under his claws, his cock began to leak semen in a depressing manner, Louis grew angrier, which caused him to finally take the large phallus into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!” Harry cried out as Louis growled sharply, leaning in as much as he could to not leave a single space of his fierce cock out of his mouth. “Yeah, hell!” That was music to his ears this time.
With a laugh that vibrated against his sensitive skin, Louis left a lick along the base, rolled his long tongue around the cock, burying it a little further into his throat. If he wanted, Louis could even widen his throat, clinging to the idea of having his husband one hundred percent satisfied, but to the delight of both, Louis had a mouth much larger than that, and a throat quite bold to nestle his huge cock.
“Oh, my...” Louis continued sucking, up and down while playing with his balls, and that had Harry about to collapse. The curly-haired man only hoped he wouldn’t pass out from the pleasure. It wouldn't be the first time, but they weren't at home where he could be passed out comfortably on his bed. Louis wouldn't notice his unconsciousness until he himself returned to his human form, much less take care of his inert husband. Once they had cummed, it would be over for the demon and he would go to rest before coming back to his human form.
The demon, feeling his mouth becoming more acidic from his man's precum, abruptly moved back. Harry moaned at that, shaking his head as his toes curled, and he could hear another husky laugh from Louis before Louis left a long, succulent lick around his cock. A long-nailed hand teased the skin from his pelvis to his chest, and gently Louis returned to what his arse had proclaimed as its home on Harry's lap, and Harry was already out of breath, lying with his head down staring into the darkness as he breathed erratically.
Harry did his title justice. He was a good husband, he knew how to please Louis in every way possible, his boy’s full stomach was proof of that right now. As Louis moaned sweetly, rubbing himself against his cock and sucking on the skin of his chest, Harry reached out to find the limp body beside him. It was just an arm's length away, so his hand managed to find what it was looking for with the first touch. The tips of three of his fingers turned red as they dipped into the warm blood in the hole Louis had dug in Asher's stomach.
He rubbed with his thumb, drawing the blood through all of his fingers. When he was ready, it was his turn to immobilize Louis, and the demon let out an annoyed roar. Harry resisted by closing one eye and paying enough attention not to faint on the spot. Louis dug his claws into his chest, drawing a scream from him that the brunette imitated as soon as he inserted the first finger into his hole, easily entering through the improvised lubricant.
“Ah!” Louis moaned loudly, a beautiful sound that Harry wanted to keep forever in his memory. Smiling slyly, Harry continued to twist his ring finger, making Louis ride his finger desperately. “More!” The demon begged, still leaving a trail of his own blood as he tore the skin of his chest. Harry hissed, but he listened to him and inserted the remaining fingers into his hole.
When they slid in and out easily a few minutes later, Louis was already drooling with black eyes flashing white, he knew he was ready. Harry spanked his ass once, the boy roared without phasing him making him smile. He rubbed his cock against Louis' perky hole, it latched on immediately, as if his cock knew where he was going and was eager to get inside.
A synchronized moan escaped from both of them as the tip finally entered Louis smoothly. The boy stretched his neck, Harry clung to his waist stretching his back to fit Louis on his cock more quickly. It worked perfectly, the brunette shrieked sharply as he captured his mouth. They kissed wetly, feeling the taste of metal burying itself in his taste buds. With one hand on the back of Louis' neck, Harry tasted his cavity, reluctant to let go.
Louis always got used to his size quickly, demon benefits he supposed. So in the middle of their kiss he began to move in circles provoking them both pleasure. Harry growled into his mouth, squeezed the back of his neck and the boy moaned clinging to his curls, when Harry ran out of air he was pushed against the plastic again. Louis stuck out his long tongue, licking a long spot on Harry's neck, he growled raising his hips when the figure-eight movements weren't enough.
Louis choked on a moan, wrapping his hands around Harry’s neck and bouncing, his thighs stronger now that he had the energy, for five minutes where Harry couldn’t cum thanks to the grip of Louis’ ass on his cock he found himself crying out in pleasure. Screaming loudly at his wife’s sure movements as his hands gripped his ass cheeks for dear life. He moved so nicely and his cock couldn’t break free. It was so unfair.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Louis shrieked. Harry nodded and the brunette groaned again. With a breathy laugh, Harry sat up. He saw Louis cry out as he squeezed their chests together, both of them moaning at the new position. He circled Louis’ waist, his blood-stained hands staining the cold skin. Louis tightened around him, drawing a moan from him. He heard him laugh so he spanked his ass.
“I love you.” Louis spoke in a sweet voice, Harry raised his head meeting his face. Louis had come back to his human form, his black eyes turning back to the electric blue hue that mesmerized Harry. His mouth was smaller with plump heart shaped lips without endless rows of sharp teeth on it. His head also lacked two pointed horns. Harry checked by stroking his soft hair, dirtying it with blood.
He smiled.
“I love you more.” he admitted and finally he could do what he had wanted to do for a long time.
He turned them around with a quick snap. Louis let out a stifled noise before letting out a giggle. Harry grinned at him devilishly, his mouth stained with blood and his green eyes almost turning black. Louis moaned like an angel, clawed at him like the demon he was and looked like a god when Harry gave the first thrust. His open mouth beckoned him to kiss him.
So he did, moaning at the sweet taste of his Louis. The boy, despite still being stronger than Harry, let himself be pushed around when his husband brought one of his legs over his waist, placed both hands on his head and bit a bruise on his neck. Louis moaned in his ear, giving him more energy to hit him.
He thrusted half a dozen times, a shrill moan escaping Louis with each thrust. He felt Louis' short, human-like nails on his back. The smile that painted his face was worthy of a demon. When he thrusted for the last time, he leaned down to bite Louis' lip.
“Do it." he ordered in a low, gravelly, hoarse voice. Letting out a desperate moan, Louis nodded multiple times and clung to his neck. He probed with the tip of his tongue, rolling the muscle against the sensitive area, pressed with his thumb and sniffed before giving it a soft lick. Harry thrusted one last time with incredible force, Louis hissed at the same time as Harry let out a moan and came.
Louis reached ecstasy feeling the hot cum dripping from inside him as he tasted his lover's blood. He moaned at the taste, but stopped just in time before Harry passed out. The man went limp with a tired smile and downcast eyes still clinging to Louis as if he was his life.
He was.
It didn't matter if he was in heaven or hell, but it felt good.