He chased after the intensity of it all, locking his mouth to his again as he began to move. He swallowed every weak moan, growled softly when Cullen’s nails dug into his back, claws darting out to rake across his skin as Cullen’s eyes flashed red again, just as they had when he’d gotten his first taste of blood. Leviathan wondered if he could sense the intensity of it all as well, if he could taste the shadows on him, and if he liked it, or if he was still too lost in that desire, in that dark place that all new demons ended up.
“Cull,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to his as hismovements slowed. Cullen whimpered and clutched at his back, urging him to move faster again, but Leviathan only tugged his chin down and kissed him again.
To his shock, Cullen struggled away from it this time, breaking free of him.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“What do you mean?” Leviathan murmured, touching his face. Cullen flinched away from the touch.
“Don’t-don’t do that. Don't be gentle. I want you to fuck me.”
His cock gave an impatient throb at the words, but… “You’re still rejecting me.”
“What?” Cullen snapped, his face going red. “What are you talking about? You’re fucking inside of me.”
That sweet taste started to taste bitter in his mouth. He drew away from him and Cullen gave a sharp gasp as he pulled out of him too quickly.
“Hey!” The boy snapped. “I wasn’t–”
“You’re using me.” His voice was quiet–and full of rage. He felt himself climb off the bed, felt his mind fighting against his body as it screamed at him to go back to him.
Cullen sat up slowly, his face contorting with confusion. “Of course I am. What did you think I was doing?” He scowled, his face going red. “You were using me, too. I’m not stupid. Let’s just keep–”
“Using you?” Cullen broke off when the harsh words tore out of him, looking uneasy. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” His hands shook and shadows pooled at his feet. He didn't think he’d ever been so enraged before.
“Of-of course it…I…” Cullen started to draw into himself, his legs curling closer to his body. Leviathan’s hand shotout without him telling it to, curling tight around the brat’s leg and yanking him to the edge of the bed. Cullen cried out, but Leviathan ignored him, dragging him closer and flipping him onto his stomach. He was buried in him less than a heartbeat later, Cullen flinching from the suddenness–and probably pain–and crying out as Leviathan began to thrust roughly into him.
“That’s too fast…” Cullen’s hand shot back, pushing at his thigh. Leviathan snarled softly and seconds later a thick black vine covered in thorns cracked its way out of the floor, curling up and locking around Cullen’s wrist.
“What the fuck?” Cullen shrieked, yanking against the binding. “Hey! What is–” He broke off with a groan, pressing his ass back into him even as the vine pulled his arm tightly off to the side. “Levi–” He cried out in shock as a new vine curled up around his other wrist, yanking it to the opposite side of the bed. “Stop it! That hurts!”
“This is what it feels like for me to use someone.” He hissed, his hand coming down on his back, forcing him to stay down. Cullen gasped and shuddered and a small part of Leviathan realized that he was liking this. The degradation, the pain. That was nothing he hadn’t guessed from all the times he’d seen the slight disappointment in his eyes when that brat Walker fucked him though. He’d known Cullen needed somethingmore. And he could give it to him.
Vines curled up around his legs, tying tightly around them. The scent of blood filled the room, making him shiver and pump into him faster, his claws raking gently along his back as his orgasm started to hit.
“Fuck.” Cullen groaned, his body tensing under him. Leviathan stilled, his teeth snapping together.
He drew back when Cullen pressed back against him, notletting him feel it as deep.
“It’s not for you this time.” He snapped, rage dripping from his voice.
“I…I need…I’m…sorry…” He was trembling now, clearly thrown back into the darkness.
“Liar.”He breathed, starting to move again, quicker than before, chasing his orgasm again.
Cullen struggled against his bindings, his body tensing under him. Leviathan snarled a warning to stay still–and then came undone with a fierce shudder, his claws digging hard into Cullen’s hips as he stilled, his cock throbbing as it emptied into his ass. Cullen gasped and whimpered needily–and Leviathan stepped away from him, his face going carefully blank.
“I’m not done!” Cullen snapped, panicked and impatient.
“I know.” He turned away to gather his clothes, taking his time pulling them on while he listened to Cullen struggle against the vines.
“Leviathan, I…” His voice was softer now, fearful. “I… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry…”
His jaw twitched at the words, but he didn’t look at him. “No. You’re not.”
“But I–”
He turned for the door. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
