Cullen brought his leg up–Leviathan blocked it with a laugh. He sucked in a breath, trying not to let himself get distracted by his annoyance.
The next time he swung, Leviathan caught his fist. "You're faster, Cullen. Much faster." Cullen kicked at him with a growl. He almost grazed Leviathan’s hip that time. "But you leave yourself too open." Leviathan landed a punch in his gut that made him taste blood when he coughed. He stumbled back from him, wiping his mouth. He ignored the smear of black that came away and lunged forward again.
He wasn't sure how long it went on like that, with Leviathan dodging and blocking every hit he threw. Leviathan hardly ever raised his hands to attack back, but each hit he landed sent Cullen sprawling. And he got more pissed off with each hit, each miss, each laugh that poppedfrom Leviathan’s mouth.
He could feel sweat pouring down his face, feel his breaths getting faster, his heart racing, and he was grateful to Leviathan for giving him this. He had needed the outlet badly. He could see that Leviathan was enjoying himself as well. And he didn't miss the bead of sweat that ran down his temple as he smirked at Cullen’s next attempt. Leviathan was actuallytrying. At least a little bit. Cullen grinned and aimed a kick for his leg. Leviathan caught it and twisted, making him cry out in shock as he fell. He rolled over instantly as Leviathan dropped to his knees over him. Cullen slammed a fist into his jaw, shocked when his hand connected, but then Leviathan grabbed his wrist, pinning it down to his side. He blocked his other arm as it came up, pinning that one down as well. His hands tightened on him.
Cullen squirmed under him, trying to tear away from his grip, but Leviathan was definitely still much stronger than him. He leaned over him then, his fingers tightening on Cullen as he put their faces closer together. Cullen glanced down automatically, taking in the sweat rolling down his neck. He could hear Leviathan's pounding heartbeat matching his own. He squirmed again, bucking his hips to try to get Leviathan off of him–and then froze when his crotch bumped Leviathan’s ass. There was a twitch in his gut that shocked him.
"Let me up." He breathed, feeling his face getting warm. Fuck. What waswiththis body?
Leviathan didn't move, didn't speak. His eyes remained disturbingly focused on Cullen’s face.
"Get off me." Cullen demanded, going tense as Leviathan released his hand to touch his throat, trailing his fingers down it. He felt him swipe away sweat and felt a shiver roll through his body in response. The darkness from beforeseeped closer…heavier…
"This is how I want to see you everyday." He whispered, trailing his hand lower, over his chest. Cullen froze, the fear that had started to lessen clutching at him again as he fought the fogginess in his mind.
"Pinned under me, sweaty and out of breath…" He leaned in to run his tongue up Cullen’s throat, groaning as he licked the sweat off of him. Cullen whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought as the darkness bolted through his mind.
Leviathan’s hand dipped lower, his fingers hooking into the band of his pants. Cullen found his voice just as Leviathan brought his mouth down on his, parting his lips with a growl. Cullen let out another whimper as Leviathan pressed his tongue in, forcing his to move with it. He shoved at him with his free hand as Leviathan untied his sweatpants and stuck his hand into them, grabbing his dick and rubbing it. Cullen could feel his body betraying him, could feel himself start to harden. He turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Leviathan moved his mouth to his throat, kissing and sucking at his skin and the darkness surged inside of him–
"Stop." Cullen gasped. "Stop. I don't want this."
To his shock, Leviathan stopped moving, pulling back to look down at him. Cullen kept his gaze to the side, tears building in his eyes as he expected the worst. He’d heard stories of the types of things Leviathan had done in his long life. He had no doubts rape was just as common as murder to him. And, despite whatever the fuck his body was reacting to, he didn’t fucking want it.
It took too long. Far, far too long. But finally, Leviathan sighed before removing his hand from his pants and gettingsmoothly to his feet, his hand coming down in front of him in an easy offer.
Cullen remained frozen for a split second and then he jumped up without Leviathan’s help, still looking away from the demon.
"A servant will bring you down to dinner." Leviathan muttered, heading for the door.
Cullen said nothing, only took a few deep breaths before moving to follow him.
12
The momenthe’d made it back to his room, had been left mercifully alone, he’d jumped into the shower, letting the water run ice cold while he scrubbed at his skin until it was red, until he’d scrubbed away that bastard’s touch and his body’s ridiculous reaction.
Stupid. It had been so stupid to ask him to spar. Leviathan was already so pushy, so oblivious to boundaries. He should have known how it would end. He didn’t stop blaming himself for the stupidity even as he laid down in that stupid comfy bed and fell into another bout of guilt and depression.
Walker would be so disappointed if he knew. Walker would hate him. They all would.
Not that Cullen had wanted any of what had happened but…well, he’d set himself up for it. Like an idiot. And his body, despite the icy shower, still felt itchy and tingly, as if he still wanted the touch of another person…
He shook that thought away and squeezed his eyesclosed, forcing his brain to shut off. The guilt seeped into his nightmares, of course; he dreamed of Leviathan on top of him, his mouth on his throat and his hand in his pants… and he liked it. And then Walker walked in, over and over again and the look he gave Cullen broke his heart and had even his dream self shoving Leviathan away in disgust, his mouth opening to yell at him. But each time the dream ended before he could get a word out. Each time he met those shark-like eyes and saw the rejection there, a new sort of guilt began to tear at him–
A loud bang against his bedroom door startled him awake, his eyes popping wide as he looked around the room. Red sunlight streamed in through his balcony doors, bathing the room in bloody colors, and the fire had dipped a little lower in the grate. The knock came again and, after a moment, Cullen called for whoever it was to enter.
He was lucky it wasn’t Leviathan. Though he doubted the prick would have knocked anyway. But he said nothing, only sat up and stretched his now sore muscles as a short, pale man with blindingly white hair walked into the room, his eyes downcast.
One of the servants from the kitchen, he realized.
“Master requests your presence for dinner.” He said quietly, his hands trembling at his sides as he bowed his head.
“I know.” Cullen sighed, getting to his feet. His body throbbed and ached, but he found himself smiling. He had always liked the soreness after a good workout.
He stretched and yawned and then followed the servant from the room, following close behind him as they maneuvered through the hallways until they finally stopped at the dining room. To his surprise, the servant turned andbowed again as he opened the door for him. Cullen offered an awkward thank you and then hurried inside, tensing when he saw Leviathan sitting at the small table.
“Good evening.” His smile was natural. Calm. Cullen thought of the last time he’d seen him and felt his face grow hot even as he dropped his gaze to the side with a scowl. He said nothing as he sat in the chair opposite Leviathan, but blinked in surprise when he saw what exactly was overflowing the table.
