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Um sorry. Took long time to get this one out but should be better. I’m not quite sure if anyone believes me anymore about that but I can try. I think my gremlin has spawned another on because I’m being poked from something under my bed while getting stuff tossed at me from my desk. Also, this chapter was almost totally different form what it is now. I think that they’re trying to confuse me. It’s working. I have to go to bed. Need sleep.

Well enjoy…

Chapter 19

The demons around him were talking, half ignoring the pretty boys that sat on their laps and took their money to get drinks. This type of club wasn’t hard to find in the underworld. Chris knew where about three of them were in San Francisco alone and could find twenty more in the state. If Darrel thought the prostitution problem was bad in the city he’d have a hey day down here.

Dressed in a white dress shirt and black jeans Chris stood out a bit from the others. He knew demons liked the illusion of innocents and the attraction of needing to be taught a lesson. So far, many had looked his way. A few had even offered to buy him drinks but he wasn’t interested in some low-level warlocks or demons.

The demons that he was interested in were all gathered around a table near the back. He knew better then to just walk up and try to listen in. His hide would be roasted for that but if he could get one to notice him maybe then he could spend the night on his lap and get half drunk while doing his work. Not a bad combination. So far, though none of the others had any luck with them and he noticed a few of them in a tiff about it and a few pouting.

One of the other boys came up and sat next to him. If Chris hadn’t come here to spy, he’d probably have to buy him a drink. The guy was lean like Chris, demons tended to like creatures that appeared easily over powered. Yet, Chris could see the hard muscles that had formed from a life of never being able to drop your guard. His red hair sprayed over his eyes giving him a dreamy look and a come fuck me smile on his lips made Chris cock twitch. Maybe the night could at least be salvaged other ways.

“They’re ignoring all of us. Apparently they don’t understand that the joy of coming here isn’t to talk business.” Chris smiled and chuckled a bit. He could tell that the red head knew nothing of his true reasons. Only lust was there for Chris to feel.

“So why don’t we show them?” A red eyebrow arched in glee as Chris moved over to kiss his new friend. “What’s your name right now?”

“Danny. Yours?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” Mouths caught each other and denied anymore talk. Chris skilled lips moved over Danny’s with the knowledge that he could tell both emotionally and physically that Danny liked the new plan.

Pulling apart to breath, Danny shifted back and studied Chris for a moment. “You look like a Johnny. Maybe a Sammy, something innocent tonight. Something untouched.” Like a Chrissy? Chris didn’t let his smile fade a bit as he thought about Wyatt calling him all innocent and desired names. “Sammy. I like it.”

“Well Sammy it looks like our kiss might get us both work tonight.” Chris slyly glanced over his shoulder to where the upper level demons were gathered. A few were watching the pair make out with hungry eyes. Apparently, none of the others were willing to even kiss each other without being paid to get some tonight. It suited the two of them fine.

Chris smoothed his hand down to where Danny’s belt looped. He was wearing lose fitting dress pants that while showing off an impressive ass also were easy to slip off and on as the night demanded. Turning back to the happy red head Chris smiled. “Are you really a red head or is it a dye job?”

“I’m real.”

“Can I prove it?”

“Sure.” Danny leaned back against the bar. Usually none of them were this obvious. Even demon like a bit of the chase but his usual tactics hadn’t gotten him a job yet tonight and even if he didn’t get paid by Sammy he was going to enjoy it.

Chris slid down to his knees with an ease that allowed everyone of the others believe that he belonged there with them. Quickly he opened the belt and the zipper. He undid the button and leaned forward. Without actually letting the demons see Danny’s cock, he freed it from his pants and slipped his mouth over it. On his knees, he took him to the back of his throat and hummed. Danny almost jumped form the sensation.

Slowly he started to work Danny’s cock up and down pulling back so only the head was in his mouth, then gliding it back to his throat. He kept his hand behind his back on a sign of perfect submission as Danny’s hands tangled in his hair. The words coming from the lower level demon enjoying his new friend were slurring together and mixing up between demonic and English, maybe some Spanish.

Chris moved his entire body instead of his neck and he could feel the tension and lust raise a few degrees in the room. He kept it up, moaning lightly himself trying to keep his hand behind his back and away from his own hard on. He hated to wait but he was going to be a good little pet tonight and unless Danny wanted to blow him back them he was going to be hard for a while.

Danny’s hips started to buck against him as he got closer and closer. He had kept the rhythm steady until now and stared to speed up. His whole body moved as he sucked and swallowed as much as he could. Chris knew how to give a good blowjob. His brother not being able to form a coherent thought after wards was a clear sign of it.

Danny exploded in Chris’ mouth and dribbled down his chin. Chris swallowed what he was given and carefully whipped the evidence form his body. Quickly he tucked Danny back in and did the pants back up. He stood up and leaned over the panting demon. Taking his mouth in a kiss, Danny groaned again. He could taste himself and loved it.

Chris sat back on his bar stool and ordered a drink. The bartender took a few moments to bring it over to him. The older looking man seemed to have developed a walking problem since Chris dropped. “Free for both of you from the ones at the back. I’d get back there if I were you and take care of paying customers.” The bartender finished with a quick glare at the two youths before handing them both the juice and alcohol concoction and walking away. Chris watched him tell another guy to watch the bar and disappeared into one of the back room to take care of business.

Danny smiled at his new friend. “Shall we?” Chris slid off the bar stool with a little less grace then Danny did. He still had a hard on and needed it to be taken care of. When they reached the couches one looped it’s arm around Danny’s waist and promptly began fondling him. The price for the pretty boys was already known to the demons that ventured here. Two more seemed to be arguing. Finally, one slid a knife out and the other gave up. The one with the knife smiled and nodded to Chris to come over. Chris snuggled into the leather couch next to him and started to count the demon’s scales. Most were red and black but a few held green and blue-ish tints. Chris felt a powerful arm drape across his back and pull him to cuddle closer. This demon wasn’t finished talking and Chris knew that while he liked Chris’ hands where they were, tracing patterns as they were, later they would need to be more serious.

They were talking about powers and demonic stuff but nothing out of the ordinary. Chris thoughts tried to stay on task as he shifted to try to relive some of the built up pressure in his lower regions. He needed to be fucked. Looking down at his drink, he noticed with a pout that it was empty. The waitress brought him another at the scaled demon’s wave. When two of the demons got up to met another at the door Chris looked up at his face. “I’m Sammy. What’s your name?”

The scales shifted into a predator’s smile, abet a happy one, before speaking. “Merk.” Chris smiled. He didn’t mind the name. Hell, he’d probably be screaming it later tonight.

“Thank you for the drink Merk.”

“You’ll be worth it. If your friend reaction was any indicator.” Chris blushed a little and quickly looked down. He could feel the predator instincts of Merk kicking in and loving his act. Merk shifted Chris around so he was leaning against the scaled demon and yet facing away form most of them. He was mostly facing the back of the couch and didn’t protest at all.

He discovered why a few moments later after the two who got up came back with their friend. He felt the other’s eyes burning into his back as his jeans were undone enough to let Merk slip a hand inside. He started to rub and stroke Chris’ hard length until Chris ‘ fingers were digging into the soft leather and his breathing was in pants. He could still hear and remember what they were saying. He just wouldn’t process it until later. Kind of like it was recorded for him.

Merk made a show of not paying much attention to the quietly excited demon that probably was going to cost him four grand tonight. Human hookers were much cheaper but lacked certain qualities that demonic ones had, like forked tongues. Merk wondered while talking and petting what nice qualities Sammy would have. Most boys here had something that was their specialty. But then Sammy did seem to have innocents. That was probably his selling point. He needed to be corrupted, night after night. Merk figured he’d end up spending much more then he had originally intended for this dark one. Just to hear him scream. Also, with demonic ones you could push them so much further then humans. They loved to scream until their throats ran raw.


Merk pulled Chris so he was sitting against him more then leaning and ran his long fingers to his buttons. The shirt came lose easily and revealed his chest. Soft pink nipples begged to be touched and Merk was feeling merciful. He rolled one between his fingers gently and earned a sharp gasp as the sensations were felt. He kept the rhythm of his hand slow enough not to bring Sammy off. He wanted to show the other what his cowardice had cost him. His nails dug a little more into he sensitive flesh surrounding the nipple as he tightened his grip on Sammy’s cock. He was almost finished with the meeting so letting the pet cum wasn’t a bad idea.

Twisting a nipple sharply while digging his nails into it caused the beauty to gasp and cum in his hand. He noted that he convulsed like a human and idly wondered if he was. He shook his head and figured that if anyone had brought him they wouldn’t have let him out of their sight. A being like this screamed pounce on me.

Chris watched in a dreamy state the others get up and move to leave. Even Danny was going with his date. Chris felt Merk’s hands help him up and fix his clothes. Luckily his shirt was long, it was about two sizes too big and so hung over his waist hiding the stains that were now cemented into his black jeans.

“Come on. My lair.” Chris obediently followed. He knew that it meant trouble but had to. If Merk thought he wasn’t one of the pretty boys here then he’d kill him in a flash. Or at least try to and Chris didn’t want to have to torture anyone for the information, yet.

The trip was fast and nauseating. Chris wasn’t exactly sure how they transported. Only that Flaming didn’t leave him so wobbly. Merk laughed openly at the sign of frailty. Chris didn’t bother to glare at him as he saw the bed. It was mostly what he’d expected, soft leathers covering straw and hey. Demons usually didn’t bother with anything grander. Merk's hand rested on his shoulders and pushed gently down.

Chris sank to his knees facing away from the snake like demon and stayed still. His mind wasn’t really focusing fast due to the drinks and probably something else. He knew this feeling. Mike had always said Chris looked so free while stoned. His shirt was pulled until it ripped and Chris was bared to the cool damp air. He could hear Merk drop down behind him and start to touch his back. It almost tickled how the demon was tracing his muscles.

A mouth descended on his throat and Chris tilted his head to offer more. Soft scales and a sharp tongue licked and sucked the tender flesh that mad Chris look human. A small moan flowed form Chris before he could catch it and his face turned red. He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this that much. It had just been too long. He felt like a virgin. In all honesty, Chris knew he liked sex. He liked to feel another’s body against his own, making him scream. Wyatt had used it against him in the beginning, cultivating it until it almost consumed him. A sharp bit brought him back from remembering as he felt hollow fangs slip easily into his jugular. He was in shit.

Merk pumped a bit of his venom into the beauty. It wouldn’t kill him. Maybe give him a fever if he was part human but mostly it would make him a rag doll. He saw the body lose all strength. It slumped back and it’s eyes closed half way. Merk smiled. His prey was still conscious enough to fell, but not act.

He lapped up the blood on the neck for a few moments as his pet tried to struggle off the poison and fail. He slid his arms under Sammy’s legs and neck and carried him to the bed. Once the boy was lying down, he snatched up a small healing potion. It closed the wounds on the neck stopping the bleeding. Merk moved his head back to the blood and lapped it up like a happy jungle cat. The blood almost tasted mortal. As a witch’s would but held a heavy scent of power, some released, some still to come.

His hands moved to the pants and undid them. Almost ripping them from the pale slender body as he yanked them off. The boy hadn’t worn boxers or briefs underneath. Clearly not wanting to constrain or put off what he was supposed to be doing any longer then absolutely necessary. Merk was surprised when the boy’s hand touched his face. He still had some strength as he traced Merk’s lips. Chris’ fingers pushed in a little until Merk happily opened up to let Chris trace his teeth. Chris’ fingers stopped on the retreating fangs and stayed there until they were fully enclosed by the gums again.

Once the boy’s hand dropped, Merk went to work on his own clothes. Truly, he didn’t wear more then needed, none of his kind did. But it still seemed to take an eternity to get it off. He rubbed his scale-covered member against the boy’s soft body and instantly wanted inside. He smiled as the boy whimpered. A quick slap and Merk turned him over. Forcing his face into the skins that lined his bed, Merk licked and bit his way down his whore’s back.

Once at his destination he let his tongue slip between the round cheeks and find the opening. The boy was breathing faster now, as he seemed to be trying to wake up his arms to move. Merk ignore the rest of his toy as he used his hands to spread the cheeks. Once he got a better look, the snake was pleased. The boy was very clean and sensitive. He pushed his tongue deeper. Closing his eyes, Merk let his tongue go about two inches into the body before pulling out. He glanced up to see a thin sheet of sweet had covered the boy’s body. So, he had human blood mixed inside of him.

Smirking at the fever, he went back to his pleasures. He started to move his forked tongue into the whore and pull out. Every time he did, he went a bit deeper and stayed just a bit longer. He knew it was driving the boy nuts. He could feel his the muscles inside were trying to keep him there, draw him deeper. Finally, Merk’s tongue was bout three inches deep inside of the body when he started to move it. He kept it inside as it rolled and vibrated causing the boy to moan and whimper with need.

He pulled out after a few more groans and moved up the lean body. The boy’s head was turned to the side to allow his breathing and Merk to see his eyes were closed. Merk knew he wasn’t sleeping, just trying to concentrate on normal bodily functions, like not coming. With the speed that usually was reserved to take down prey, Merk impaled the boy with his dick. The boy beneath him tensed and tried to fight, perhaps to get away, perhaps to get more.

All Merk knew and needed to know was that this beauty belonged to him for the night. He started a fast pace that took no notice of the recipient’s desires and rode Chris. The body beneath him was jerked back and forth by the snake. He kept his weight at his waist and on his arms. He would at least let the boy know he wouldn’t be crushed.

Too soon, Merk felt his need reach its peak. He wanted more but also knew he could have it. Later, or tomorrow. The boy would always be fro sale. They liked it when they had clients regularly and this one would be no exception. He came while pushing deep and hard into the boy and clamping his fangs once again into the tender throat. When he finally pulled fully out, fangs and dick he noticed that the boy was bleeding from wounds on his neck and lower.

The healing potions worked on both but the boy stayed unconscious due to the venom. Every once and a while the body twitched as the venom found something knew to play with. Merk pushed him off to the side and was glad to find the boy had come as well. If he enjoyed his job, he would be more willing to repeat it. Merk sniffed the wet spot and licked a bit up. He did like the taste.

But exhaustion was taking over as he moved up to his pillows. He pulled the boy against his chest and let the shallow breathing lull him to sleep.

Chris awoke form as nightmare in the dark lair. His boy felt like shit as his quick movements woke the demon beside him. Merk saw the eyes of his pet half still in dreams and decided to put him back there. He wrapped his hand around the throat and tried to squeeze. An energy ball that was a lot more powerful then he had expected connected by instinct to his upper body. His hand lost its strength as his body went up in flames.

Chris’ mind clicked in just in time to say shit. He had needed that source. Hell, he had been poisoned to get the information he wanted but now… Why did he have to have these instincts? Just because most demons mean to kill him if the grab him that way doesn’t mean this one was. He had registered that the demon was simply annoyed at being woken. He was trying to subdue Chris not kill him. Chris shook his head and reached for his clothes. He should check the place over and then get out before some of its friends came looking for it.

Once dressed and the lair properly searched he shimmered back to his hide out. The sisters still hadn’t found it, neither had the Elders. He showered quickly and got dressed. The sisters would be back form the magic school and he needed to grab his things from P3 before Piper started to throw them out.

-tbc…

I’m mean. I’m nasty. I like cliffies.

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