Satanic Seduction -Yaoi

Warning: Yaoi

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned..."

The tired, hoarse voice echoed out into the spaceous room, followed by a laugh.
"Do you really think He's going to help you now, Dagan?"

The brunette boy struggled weakly, helpless to the lust coursing through his body.
The vampire, demon, -whatever he was, thrust his hips forward, and Dagan gasped,
clutching the damp concrete wall.
Candles littered the ground, a scuffed pentagram hurriedly drawn onto the stone floor. The
gaping hole Abraxas had come out of was still smoking slightly. Hell itself had opened up for
the two men, sweating, gasping, panting for air.

"Stupid," Abraxas hissed into Dagan's ear. His long black hair hung over the smaller boy's
shaking shoulders as he pulled out, and slammed back in. "Is this what you wanted, you
miserable wretch?"
Dagan sobbed as the demon's every thrust threw him forward into the wall. He supposed it
was his fault, being so careless as to do something like this. Dabbling into spells and
witchcraft was one thing, but calling up a demon to satisfy his own carnal lust was pushing
it a bit. He was starting to think this was a bad idea.

Abraxas grinned, showing long, pointed teeth. He looked exactly like a human, save the
deep, black, souless eyes he stared out of. Dagan struggled weakly again, and he laughed.
This boy was delicious, he had to admit. The tightness, the heat that he was sheathed in
was intoxicating.  
"Answer me, pet."
"Yes," Dagan moaned. "Yes, this is what I wanted..."

The forbidden book was lying just in reach, if he could just... somehow... call the demon
back to wherever it had come from..
As if reading his thoughts, Abraxas snarled and bit down on the sensitive skin on Dagan's
neck. The brunette screamed and arched, blood dripping down his back and down to where
the two men were joined as one.

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"Dagan?" A feminine-looking hand pushed the old, warped door open, and Alex stepped
into the abandoned house. "Dagan?"
Alex dragged his pink converses along the floor as he walked, creating trails in the dust. He
looked curiously around the house before his gaze fell on the staircase.
It assumingly led to the basement, but what was most peculiar about it was that the
staircase was black and wrought-iron, not a speck of dust to be seen. It stood out like a
sore thumb in this decrepit house.

And the sound. A roar came from the underbelly of the house, unchanging and
unrelenting. It was as if Hell itself was trying to claw its way out, howling and moaning.
Alex narrowed his eyes. The moans were human.
"Dagan, this isn't funny. Show me what you wanted to show me, and then I wanna get out
of here!"
So help him, if his boyfriend was playing a trick....
Alex scowled. Well, he wasn't done thinking of a punishment yet.

"Dagan, please answer me! You're scaring m-"

"Yes, yes! I want you, I need more!"

Alex jumped back.
Where the hell did that scream come from? It sounded like Dagan...

Well, there was only one way to find out. Alex steeled himself, in all his hello-kitty decked
glory, and started down the steps. His black hair hung over one of his eyes, and he brushed
it away impatiently.
"Dagan, I'm coming down!"


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Abraxas tensed, holding Dagan's hips with steady, strong hands. "We have a visitor, my
little slut."
"W-What-" Dagan turned his head painfully to get a glimpse of the door.

Alex stood in the wide open doorway, mouth open in disbelieving shock. Dagan didn't even
think that his boyfriend had seen him yet, but was caught up in the large hole in the
middle of the floor. The hole that was made out of licking, dancing flames, the portal to the
Underworld that roared with barely suppressed fury.

Alex's gaze traveled around the stone chamber, looking over the pentagram and the
candles, long burnt out. Finally his eyes rested on the pair, Abraxas pale and beautiful in all
of his intimidating glory, and Dagon, who was helplessly pinned to the wall under him.

"Oh God," Dagan sobbed. "Alex, help me!"
"Stay back, human," Abraxas growled. "Or he will be of no use to you when I have finished."

Alex's mouth moved, but no sound came out. He stepped backward. The demon did make
a pretty convincing argument.
Dagan's eyes rolled back into his head as Abraxas stroked his length, pumping smoothly
in time with his thrusts. A moan trickled out of his bruised throat.

Alex couldn't even begin to comprehend what was going on. His boyfriend was getting
fucked senseless by a demon from Hell, and he couldn't do a damn thing.
"A-Alex, the b-b-book," Dagan gasped, shuddering against the cold wall.

The black-haired teen scanned the ground, and saw the worn tome, pages fluttering. He
scrambled to grab it, and it fell open to the spot Dagon had been reading from.
"No!" Abraxas roared, but Dagan pushed back against him, rendering him useless for the
moment as he gasped and shivered.

Alex's voice rose over the roar of Hell, high and shot with nerves, as he recited from the
book. He didn't fully understand what he was saying, but there was banish and demon in it, and that was good enough for him.
Abraxas began to scream, digging his nails into Dagan's hips as he began to climax. The
spell was tearing at him, but Dagan was still clenching around him and preventing him from
moving. It was a crazy kind of pleasure, pain, and eternity mixed in.

With a massive cry, Dagan also reached orgasm, and he collapsed to the ground as Abraxas
was forced to lessen his grip.
The demon wailed, kicking and thrashing, as the flames reached out, groping for him.

"You will perish for your sins!" Abraxas howled, before the firey wall encased him completely.

The hellfire was sucked back into the hole as quickly as it arrived, and the dancing lights
faded, leaving nothing but a dark, smoking crevice in the ground.
Alex dropped the book, and fell to his knees at his lover's side.

"Dagan.... Dagan..." Alex sobbed, burying his face in his boyfriend's shoulder.  
The brunette moaned, stirring slightly.

"Alex...?" Bright green eyes opened slowly, and a shaking hand touched his face.
"It's me, baby... You're going to be okay..." Alex whispered, pressing his lips to Dagan's.
He tasted of tainted innocence, smoke, and sex, but Alex had never wanted to kiss his
boyfriend more than he did right now.

"Alex... I'm sorry, I thought..." Dagan rasped, as they parted for air.
"Shhh... You can explain later." Alex frowned, placing a kiss to the brunette's sweaty
forehead. His jeans were dirty from kneeling on the floor, but that was the least of his
problems.

He helped Dagan into his clothes, wincing at the fresh blood trickling down his boyfriend's
thighs.
Dagan shakily stood, and with the help of his lover, made his way to the door.

"Wait!"
Alex watched helplessly as Dagan limped back over to the chalk pentagram. The brunette
scuffed at the symbol, breaking the tie. Energy and something unexplained rushed out,
glittering forbiddingly in the waning light.

Dagan looked over at his boyfriend, smiling weakly, and they shared a long look.

"Let's get you home."
Alex looped Dagan's arms around his shoulder, and they started up the stairs, not once
looking back.