Chapter 394 - 394

TW:sexual content

The times he had felt happy in the thousand years that he lived had been few. From the beginning of the world to the creation of humans and his present all of his favourite moments had one particular face in them. Red hair, a lazy smile and warm brown eyes that shone when the sun hit them. It was the happiness in his eyes, the melodic laughter that escaped his lips and his whole body shaking as he was being overwhelmed by joy. It was everything that made him that made Asmodeus happy. The smile, the soft touch, the smart tongue. The kindness, the need for justice, everything. 

The same person though was the protagonist of his hardest moments. A turning page, the beginning of a new suffering that seemed to have no end. From betreyal to the fear of losing him, hurting him Asmodeus was being tortured. Every day as he thought again and again of everything. He had grown up a royal, respected and needed. No one dared to defy him, no one dared to look him in the eyes and tell him he was wrong.. It was simply how things were. As he grew older though, as he spent his time lonely and alone he wished for a sincere gaze. A soothing voice, a comfort. He wished for peace and the red color of blood to turn into roses. What he got though was a storm, a beat up man, hiding in the darkness of his solitude, a trembling body as it asked for help. Asmodeus had gotten a lot more than he could handle. And from the huge castle with the many servants he found himself in a cottage made from dirt. Instead of cutting arms he learned to cut carrots and make food. Instead of wishing to be alone and then hating it he found pleasure in his company and wanted more.

Many times Asmodeus had felt confused, filled with disbelief as to why and how had he found himself so attached to a human. To this specific human. Maybe it was the pain in his eyes, the torture and then the change. The spark igniting in them. He had never seen such a beautiful change. He has come to life and then at that moment the demon realized that living was a lot more precious than he had believed. 

Mark was the protagonist of all that. He was the storm and the spark, he was the happiness and the torture, he was his sweet dreams and nightmares. He was and always would be all that, no matter what he did. It was foolish, it was undeniably idiotic to love someone so much but he had seen it happen, not only with himself but with everyone around him. Slowly, this kind of risky and reckless love started to seem natural, like this was what it was supposed to be from the start and the demon felt content. It hurt, a lot of times it was too much to bear the change in his world, the scars from his past but it was so easy for him to forget. It was simple enough. Mark's voice calling his name was enough. 

He didn't rush as he went to find him. He did want to worry him a bit, a little punishment for everything he did. He stood a few seconds outside their door, staring at it as if it was some kind of huge obstacle, breathing in heavily as he pushed it. The door creaked open like the scene of very ominous movie and half of their room came into sight. 

So many pieces of paper thrown on the floor, crumbled or angrily ripped. Asmodeus smiled. He could imagine Mark, standing there, frustrated making a mess and mumbling to himself. As the door opened fully the demon walked in, his boots heavy on the wood. He made noise, he wasn't intending to be silent but there was no reaction. He looked around, a frown forming on his face, the thought of Mark not being here passing his mind. 

Thankfully he was wrong, the red haired man had not reacted simply because he was asleep. Yes, he had been sleeping. Laid on their bed in a fetus position his eyes were closed and swollen, trails of tears staining his face and a frown changing his pretty face as he slept. He was planning on getting mad, but after seeing him like this he knew, Mark was hurting as much as him. 

He flinched in his sleep, his eyes closed shut while his lips moved.

"I'm sorry." He said sadly and Asmodeus sat next to him. He examined his face, carefully seeing his anxious expression before he pinched his nose. Mark's lips were closed and after a few seconds he started shaking. Confused he opened his eyes, gasping for air 

"What the hell?" He shouted and Asmodeus raised his eyebrow.

"We had a fight and you were...sleeping" he told him with a judgemental expression. "How... insensitive"

"No, no wait a second. I...was not being insensitive. It's that thing when you cry too much and then you suddenly feel tired and have a headache. I was asleep before I knew it. I wasn't planning to. I'm sorry" he said with a pout. 

"Had you been crying?" Asmodeus asked him. He already knew the answer but he wished to hear him say it. Maybe it was slightly sadistic, to want to hear that someone had been crying for you but at that moment he didn't care. Mark stared at him, his eyes sad as he nodded.

"Yes." He stated. "I know though that's not a reasong for you to forgive me. It's just that I was sad. Not because of you. But because of what I did"

"What did you do?"

"You know what I did" 

"I want to hear you say it."

"I let someone else kiss me" Mark mumbled embarrassed.

"You did that, didn't you? What else?"

"Then I was acting like a jerk." He said. He was too embarrassed to look at Asmodeus. He was playing with the sheets and looking at the wrinkles he created. They smelled of levanter and felt soft in between his fingers as he slides it through them and pinched it. He felt Asmodeus touch his chin, he raised his head slowly so their eyes would meet and the red haired gulped, he didn't know what to expect. Asmodeus stared at him for a while, his head tilted to the side while on his face he had a very peculiar expression. No he wasn't angry. It was something else. 

"What should I do with you now?" He whispered. "You kinda got into my nerves. I hadn't felt like ripping a head in a while. Not yours of course, you're too pretty." He said. He had moved closer, his lips resting next to his ear. Mark shivered. This was not what he was expecting, definitely not. 

"Amsodeus." Mark called his name and the demon hummed in response. His hand was traveling on his chest, going upwards until it rested close to the start of his neck. Mark gulped, feeling his warm hand rest on his exposed skin. "Are you mad at me?" He asked.

"I am. Furious. Agitated. Annoyed. All the bad things. Think of them and I feel it." He told him and his lips rested on the side of his neck. He was grinning. That was not being angry! Mark thought and his eyes widened. He pushed himself back, finding onece more his body in a corner. Asmodeus scoffed and then smiled seductively. His fangs were showing. Mark liked the way they grazed his skin. He thought about it for a while and his body began to feel hot.

"This is not the vibe that I am getting here" the red haired said. The tall demon shrugged his shoulders and approached him once more. There was nowhere to run, he was like a little mouse in front of a cat, a tiger. 

"And what vibe are you getting exactly?" Asmodeus asked him. He was enjoying this. He liked pushing Mark with questions he was too embarrassed to answer. 

"I...I can't say it." He stuttered 

"Ts ts. Such a prude" Asmodeus teased him. "We'll have to fix that." He said. He dived in and kissed him, locking his lips with him. He kissed Mark passionately, his hand founding its way to his hair. He pulled, har and the young man had his neck exposed. His kisses felt hot, like burn marks on him. The sensation of his fangs, cold and pointy made him shiver. It was excitement. "So tell me. What is the vibe I am giving off. I am so so curious." Asmodeus told him in between of kissing his neck. 

"Having sex vibes?" Mark said and felt his whole face turn red from embarrassment. Asmodeus stopped and met his eyes. He licked his lips and took off his shirt, revealing a very beautiful body. Mark gulped, he hadn't seen him like that in a while, a long long while. The demon grabbed him,by the neck and pushed him on the bed. Mark bit his lip, he wasn't in pain. He liked it. 

"That's what I've been wanting to hear. Good job babe"he told him and Mark's heart began to race. This was happening. This was actually going to happen.

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I've decided. This will be my bdsm couple. You can thank me later. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading.