Pushing Daisies

(x) - Humanity at its best, Fate at its worst. But Luka Lanterogue doesn't believe in destiny. Not if he can help it.

Note: Longest thing I've written since middle school. And perhaps the most bittersweet short story I've written ever. Main character is a different species than human, which is actually a more important aspect to the story than I originally thought. I wrote this on Google Docs and it was the equivalent of 25 pages. Don't read this unless you've got a good half an hour of free time.

The Resurrection of Immortality - Mature Rating

Sorry, not sorry.

“You haven’t told him yet? Isn’t that adorable.”

Luka froze, his eyes scanning the vicinity of the room lit only by the morning sun. The subtle illumination highlighted the floating dust particles like they were stars and the gray of the darkness not touched by the warmth was hard to discern the newcomer surely lurking beneath the shadows. The wood floor creaked beneath the Time Demon’s feet as he rose from his bedside, wrapping a sheet around as he did so. The piercing blue of his eyes searched across the veil of sunlight separating him from his visitor all the while the pounding of his heart drowned out the sound of silence. Alkirn had left the room not moments before and to have the mysterious mercenary in such close proximity sent Luka into a slight panic. He swallowed, determined not to show his anxiety.

“Ever heard of knocking first?”

A low chuckle filled the air, creating a disturbance in the motion of the dust and evidently sending chills down Luka’s spine. Gods, it was a nightmare. No matter how much compassion and devotion the demon held for his counterpart, there was something about the masked man who now stepped closer into the light that mesmerized Luka. He was the apple that God forbade Luka to taste and that air of divinity only seemed to entrance him more strongly with each meeting and interaction. The demon had tasted Xelixas, though a taste was all he could get upon their last meeting... Still, Luka could recall that sharp yet sweet tang of the entity’s lips molding around his own and how now every single molecule of the Time Demon called out for more. The thirst was intoxicating, yet mostly frightening. Luka couldn’t bear the thought of losing Alkirn and to have these urges seemed almost treacherous. Anger began to build up and the demon attempted to convince himself that he would have been better off not knowing X ever existed.

“Listen, you can’t just-”

“Tisk, tisk, Luka,” interjected Xelixas, wisps of darkness emanating from the mask until it completely dissipated by the time he reached the sea of white light. The black of his spiked hair shone ominously darker, crowning over the top of his luminous golden gaze that almost blended into the light. A mischievous smile lined those sly lips as his intense gaze perused Luka. “Keeping secrets is not exactly admirable, idiot. Looks like someone’s going to have to put you in your place.” 

Luka’s heart rate spiked, feeling utter horror battling viciously with great desire and the inner turmoil left him dumbstruck. The intensity of the war increased as Xelixas stepped forward casually to Luka and the latter found it difficult to keep his breath steady. Dammit, he shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t lick his lips in anticipation, let alone allow X to continue his advances. Luka finally had something he truly treasured and would die for and to lose that to his ravaging demon nature to fuck everything in sight was crippling.

He opened his mouth to order X to leave but, to his eager dismay, found that the mercenary would not take things slowly. In one fluid motion X had already laid claim to Luka’s lips as a strong hand gripped the demon’s hip. Euphoria filled Luka at the mercenary’s taste; it was exactly as he’d remembered. The sense of fulfillment melted away Luka’s fears as he suddenly became overwhelmed with longing and it didn’t take much coaxing to get him to submit to Xelixas. Each stroke, each lick, was excitingly foreign and the way he commanded the demon was notably different from the way Luka’s vampire counterpart did. He couldn’t quite pinpoint the difference for they both seemed dark and powerful. It wasn’t until the mercenary filled him did Luka understand with growing clarity the striking contrast between his mate and his enigmatic lover: Xelixas was merciless. Every thrust was quick and unyielding, every bite and grip fierce and painful, but the immediate pleasure coursing through the Time Demon drowned out all implications of pain. In fact, by the sign of sweet hot liquid drenching the both of them, it seemed that the bites and scratches and bruises only increased their ecstasy. Luka wanted it to go on forever, feel Xelixas pierce him and claim him, and to scream his name with each release. In the back of Luka’s mind he knew this was just to add onto the guilt of keeping their affair a secret and that X only was fucking him now to stir the pot but damn. It was hard to care about any of that when he was being dominated by the best forbidden fruit God had kept from him yet.

* * *

Xelixas glanced back towards a sleeping Luka lying amidst disheveled and utterly soaked bed sheets. He had to admit he got a little carried away with Pretty Boy but nothing could beat the amusement of having such power over a Time Demon, the Devil’s supposed “secret weapon.” Each time Luka’s eyes glowed yellow made Xelixas giddy with control, especially when his little demonic friend latched and sucked from him like his life depended upon it. X was intrigued with the demon’s taste, finding it sweet yet wild, something he would not have expected from a creation of Lucifer’s. This was one X was certain he’d revisit often. Grinning in satisfaction, the mercenary walked back to the shadows as they clung to his body like waves of the ocean until completely clothing him in black and red fabric. As the darkness concealed his face once more, an amusing thought crossed Xelixas’ mind and brazenly he departed into the black void.

Mere seconds passed by before the mercenary found himself standing beneath the shelter of a tree, gazing across a luscious green field where he found his target. He kept his distance, feeling exposed in the daylight and thus opted to tail his prey until nightfall. He kept strict surveillance on the vampire, noting his only interaction that particular day was frequent calls to his mate as the vampire apparently went to run errands. Xelixas couldn’t help but smirk; they were such a happy couple. It was people such as those two whom X found great enjoyment in torturing, stretching loyalty and other human emotions that plagued this world until they broke at his touch. To be reaffirmed of the lie of life strangely gave X a high he gladly indulged in. Perhaps it was because he had proof of the world’s hopeless endeavors or maybe it was just simply he loved to see people squirm and scatter like that ants they were.

Twilight approached and the heart-pounding anticipation was difficult to suppress, but X’s nature as a mercenary kept him calm. They had returned to the park; the vampire walking along the outer edge on the sidewalk as the mercenary prepared himself not far off. As the closest distance between them was met, Xelixas leapt into action.

“And just who the fuck are you?” 

There was little time to comprehend the question for at the exact moment Xelixas found his momentum being redirected as a strong force pulled him away from his predetermined path and pinned him against a nearby streetlight. He betrayed only a short exasperated breath as the pole collided into his shoulder blade but his moment of bewilderment quickly vanished. Of course, X was dealing with a denizen of darkness, he should have known better than to underestimate the vampire’s sensitivity in the domain of night. Nevertheless, the mercenary was impressed with Alkirn being that he was one of the more powerful mercenaries in existence. Guess he’d have to reward the good sport, then.

“Show your face,” snarled the vampire, exposing his elongated fangs as his hazel eyes glinted viciously brighter. Oh, this one uses threats. Xelixas tilted his head, willing away the barrier of darkness as he flashed Alkirn a playfully wicked grin. The vampire’s eyes narrowed, the level of concentration he displayed just to keep eye contact made X laugh. The grip Al had upon him wavered at the sound of the cackle; people were so easily seduced.

“Sorry, princess.” He struck at the vampire’s trembling grasp and in one fluid motion had Alkirn face-planting into the pole while X rendered him immobile as he twisted the vampire’s arm. He struggled fruitlessly in the mercenary’s grasp, his gaze like daggers as he attempted to free himself from his assailant. Amused, Xelixas leaned over the vampire’s shoulder, his face inches from Alkirn’s, and coyly licked the bare skin of Al’s neck. The taste was so much darker and bitter than Luka’s, the contrast was astounding. “That’s not how you ask me for a first date.”

Al’s expression remained obstinate yet he could not conceal the dilating of his pupils as X ground against him. He teased the vampire, stroking the vampire delicately and tasting him with such great care that it was naught but a few minutes before he had Alkirn moaning for more. His stubborn nature greatly enticed the mercenary and he especially drew satisfaction whenever he caught glimpses of guilt in those hazel eyes. Soon, that guilt began to fade, though X knew with much complacency it would never completely disappear and thus made sure to lay on the lust and dominance very thickly. Eventually, Alkirn gripped the light pole tightly for support as Xelixas took him from behind and grasped his shaft to synchronize their orgasms. The maniacal mercenary wondered what was louder, Alkirn’s screams of ecstasy or his own devious shrieks of laughter as the night dragged on viciously for the both of them.