Liam didn't know what to expect as he nervously waited on their bed. Dinner was already an awkward affair and after Damien's proclamation of him being Liam's he could hardly concentrate on anything while Damien acted as if it was the most obvious thing he said. As if Liam's world hadn't tilted from its axis and righted itself within a fraction of second. Smith and Drake gave him meaningful smirks while Liam's heart galloped with the speed of a freight train. Choked with too many emotions he couldn't eat much and was thankful when the dinner was over. He subtly excused himself ignoring Smith's attempt to draw him further into conversations and headed straight to his bedroom. He wanted to be alone to introspect what Damien said. He wanted to desperately believe what his heart said was right, that he meant something to Damien, that his own feelings are reciprocated even if its a scrap of the other man's affection. Yes he was that desperate. Sometimes he laughed at his own foolishness, his own selfishness. For the last couple of months he had been in regular touch with his parents. He had limited access to a phone to talk to his mother to his heart's content. He really wanted to see them, but did he ever broach the subject with Damien? No.... Each time he wanted to ask him his voice choked. What if Damien granted his wish and ask him to go back? After all he had nothing to offer the older man anymore except for his heart, which he was not sure Damien ever would want. A few months back all he ever wanted was to escape this hellhole, but now he was not sure anymore. As he tiredly glanced at the room, the room he had been housed for nearly a year shy of few months, he saw his books haphazardly laid here and there, his hoody careless hanging on the back of the couch, his game pad lying on the floor where he had been playing before lying on his back. The cream colour bed sheet had splotched paint marks from when he had been too lazy to get up and paint on the desk. On the walls few posters of his favourite soccer team and boy band were pasted. Slowly but surely it had become his home, a place where he was comfortable, contended. Sure Damien grumbled and complained about how untidy Liam was. But Liam always saw a light in Damien's eyes when he spotted another paint mark on the expensive bed sheet, his teasing remarks as he picked up Liam's clothes from the floor. But he also never erased any doddles Liam did on the wall. With a scowling face he always said "don't you have papers for those shit?" But Liam had seen Damien tracing those doodles with his finger tenderly with a smile on his lips whenever he thought Liam was asleep or not looking.
Now that Damien had declared that he was Liam's too.... What does that even meant? What was Liam supposed to do with that knowledge? It was a heady thought, a little scary too but Liam was merely a mortal pinning for the Devil.
Sitting on the bed, nervous with anticipation Liam waited with baited breath for the man who was both in his dreams and nightmares.
Damien felt irritated. He loved his brother, atleast as much as his limited ability to have feelings permitted him. But at that moment he wanted nothing more than seeking out the delectable boy waiting for him in his room. He pretended to be interested in whatever Drake had to say considering he actually came to report him about the Italian he had been dealing with. This deal was too important and the Italian was slowly becoming a pain in his ass with his stubbornness. So he should actually concentrate on whatever Drake had to say, come up with a plan together and crush the opponent like the nasty fly he was. But all he could think was about Liam. The way he looked at him as he tried to flirt with him. His sultry moves as he got up from the pool in his barely there swimsuit hugging his perfect peach shaped ass. He also couldn't forget the way Liam asked if he had any claim towards Damien? The way his voice trembled with uncertainty with almost barely there hope.
How could the boy want him? After the way Damien treated Liam, wasn't he supposed to hate him? He was no better than a monster who wrecked havoc in the boy's life. How could he still feel anything for Damien? No one had ever wanted him, not his father who abused him horribly, not his mother who abandoned him when he needed her the most. He had Drake true but Adrian made sure he never got too close to his brother. Only when Drake came of age he started going against Adrian. So though there was a familiarity and trust they was never true bond between the brothers. Drake idolised Damien and Damien tried to shield Drake from the true horror of his world by taking the majority of responsibilities on him.
But Liam was different. He was not from his world, he was pure, a ray of sunshine and somehow he wanted Damien. Somehow Damien wanted him back. Not just physically, but he wanted to consume the boy, his body, yes, but his mind, his soul. Liam was engraved in his heart, he was branded within him. The need for Liam was like oxygen in his starved depraved heart. Liam was everywhere, he was everything.
"That was when the ant ate the tiger", said Drake.
"Uh ha"! Commented Damien
"The Ogre fucked the fairy too," said Drake on a serious note.
"Riiiight"! Commented Damien.
"And Liam is very lickable!"
"What," Damien asked confused.
"Finally! Welcome back brother! I was starting to feel very neglected," said Drake, his eyes dancing with humour.
Behind him Smith snickered, holding his laughter.
Glaring at both of them Damien got up from his recliner. It was such a waste of his time while these two morons laughed at his expense. "I am done for the day, Drake its late, your room is ready as always. Stay the night!" Said Damien. "Smith, you may have one of the guest rooms," he added as an after thought. As much as he liked to grumble, this hilarious, tiny man had grown on him. Aside from the fact he was exceptionally good at his job, he had become Liam's friend too. Perhaps it would be good to keep the man close.
Lone was Damien's survival technique. Never depend on anyone, never let anyone in, never open your heart. That was Damien's default. He was just enough for himself. He didn't do emotions. He didn't pine for teens with pouty lips and huge brown anime eyes. His heart didn't beat faster for a mere 17 year old.
Shit!!!! Liam was 17. What have he done? The ache in his chest doubled as Damien rubbed his chest trying to do away with the pseudo pain. In his defence no body would accuse him of being moral and just. He got what he wanted and he wanted Liam. Then why was he feeling like this? He was sure that Liam felt something for him. After tonight he was beyond doubt that Liam craved Damien. Shouldn't he be happy that he had got what he wanted? So why didn't he feel the exhilarating joy of conquering someone? Why was there a sudden feeling of guilt? No... Damien didn't do guilt. In his universe there was no place for guilt and Damien's moral compass was so twisted it never produced that set of emotions. But as he slowly walked towards his room the need for repentance, the need to ask the boy of his heart for forgiveness was so strong that he nearly stumbled. His steps faltered and uncertainty grew in his heart. Did a monster like him deserve forgiveness? Did he deserve a chance at redemption? Could he start a fresh with Liam?
Waiting for Damien just draped in a silk robe was both nerve wrecking and exhilarating. When Damien took too long to come Liam decided to take shower. Taking time he cleaned himself thoroughly, preparing himself for Damien. He moisturised his body and brushed his unruly curly hair blow drying it carefully. After rinsing his mouth he applied strawberry balm to his lips. He looked into the mirror at his reflection and he saw himself. He looked equal bits of terrified and excited. His big brown eyes showed uncertainty and nervousness. Swallowing the lump in his throat he tore open the package Smith had ordered earlier. He didn't know what was inside it but Smith said it would be something that would drive Damien mad with lust for him. As he unwrapped the parcel his hands shook partly with nerves and partly with anticipation. But when he saw what was inside he couldn't believe Smith. He hastily wrapped up the package again before Damien could see them. His ears were bright red from thinking about Damien finding out just how far gone he was for him. But as he was about to hide the package, his hands stilled. Well..... should he or should he not? What if he for once became bold and did what his heart already wanted. Chewing his lips contemplating his decision he opened the package again, this time with determination.
When Damien entered his room his eyes and heart immediately sought out for Liam. He found the boy sitting on their bed wrapped in Damien's red silk robe.
God! Liam was a vision. He was as if brought in this earth to personally torment Damien with his sensual perfection. Liam looked at Damien with shy unsure eyes, lips slightly parted, panting slowly as if he had been already anticipating the predator approaching him, but the thrill to be hunted by the said predator was setting his nerves on fire.
He looked at Damien as if he was waiting for his instructions, as if he would be whatever Damien wanted him to be, do whatever Damien wished him to do. It was a heady powerful thought and blood rushed slowly to Damien's cock making him eager and hard. Just the sight of Liam awakened Damien's hunting instincts. His pale, delicate skin and graceful lean body ignited a fire inside him. But it was not only sex that Damien wanted from Liam. He wanted to possess him, he wanted to own his spirit body and mind. He wanted to be his constant. He wanted Liam to want him too in the same burning annihilating passion like him.
He steadily walked towards Liam and wrapped the boy in his arms. Liam all but melted against him releasing a happy little contented sigh. Damien buried his face against Liam's slender neck and inhaled deeply, relishing the smell of his strawberry body wash and clean flesh. He had developed a fetish for this smell which was distinctly Liam. The smell was a little bit tart, a little sweet perfectly embodying Liam's major facets in one. He nipped the spot where Liam's neck met his shoulder and chuckled when the younger man let out a startled sound. It was not hard enough to break skin but enough to get his point across reminding Liam of who was in charge.
"You have been a very naughty boy tonight Liam, very very naughty." Said Damien sucking a hickey at Liam's neck.
Liam gave out a strangled moan as he clutched Damien desperately, his fist tangling in Damien's hair in a tight grip. With hooded lust filled eyes Liam looked and Damien. "I know, but I have something to show you," said Liam, his eyes full of mischief and passion. "Something, to make up for how naughty I have been."
Damien gave an amused smirk. "Really? You believe something would help you escape your punishment?" He laughed darkly. "I suppose I could give you one chance." He said.
Liam wriggled out of his hold but made sure to rub his but against Damien's rock hard cock...that minx!!! He sensuously walked back a few steps and reached for the silk rope that tied his robe. "I know I have been naughty but I hope you would accept my apology," said Liam biting his lips as he untied the robe letting it fall from his body.
Damien gasped! He was wrong Liam was not just beautiful creation of God but he was sinfully curated by Satan to bring every Devil to their knees and Damien was just a puppet who danced into the seductive tune played by Liam.