Didn't he?
He had hated him before. When he’d given Walkerterrible nightmares that he wouldn’t talk about, when he had heard the terrible stories about him killing men, women and children without a second thought. He had been evil incarnate…a walking calamity before they’d sealed him away. He had hated him when he’d stalked them and hurt them…when he’d dropped a goddamn building on them and killed their classmates with Cullen’s own powers…
There were other memories too…ones he had pushed deep to avoid what they might mean. Some he had convinced himself were nothing but nightmares…
Times when he had woken in the night, his body tight and hot with need, and Walker unwilling beside him. So he’d taken care of himself quietly, his phone in one hand and his cock in the other, headphones tucked securely into his ears while he watched the videos of men being beaten and whipped…and, once, just a few weeks before Leviathan had broken free of his prison, he had glanced up and caught Walker–or what he’d thought was Walker–watching him. He’d frozen, shocked, and moonlight had broken through the clouds, shining into their bedroom–and flashing across the beady black eyes of Leviathan. Cullen had blinked, confused and half asleep, and when he’d opened his eyes again, Walker’s face had gone slack with sleep once more. He’d waited, confused and anxious, but those eyes had not opened again.
He’d been terrified into silence about it afterwards, terrified that Leviathan would tell Walker what he’d been watching, what types of things he got off to when he was alone. It was a secret he’d kept from his boyfriend for years, something he’d thought too embarrassing and maybe even disturbing to someone who wasn't into the same things. He’d known Walker wouldn’t have liked it, probably would have been upset he was watching porn at all, let alone somethingso…odd. So the thought that Leviathan, of all people, might be the one to tell him… Fuck, it had been terrifying. It had terrorized him…
And now he wasfucking him.
He leaned his head against the bathroom wall in despair, squeezing his eyes closed as the guilt began to eat at him again.
24
When Leviathan returned to his room Cullen was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, sick to his stomach. He didn't look up as Leviathan approached him, didn’t move as he rested a gentle hand on the top of his head.
"What's wrong, pet?" His voice was surprisingly soft.
"You wouldn't get it." He whispered. How could he? He was a murderer and a psychopath. He didn’t have a moral bone in his body.
"Humor me."
Cullen hesitated, knowing Leviathan would just laugh it off, but needing to talk about it, no matter how pointless. "I cheated on Walker." He’d tried to tell himself he hadn’t, that it was over between them no matter what, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that what he’d done was such a gross betrayal of trust…
The hand that Leviathan had been running through his hair stilled. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not!" He snapped, looking up with a glare. His darkhair was damp, hanging into his eyes. Cullen tried not to notice how good he looked like that. "I fucked someone who wasn't him. I know you don't get it, but it's wrong–"
"You think I don't comprehend loyalty? I'm not an idiot. But I believe that when you attacked him and he called you a monster, that meant the end of your relationship. And even if it didn’t, a Diviner could never be with a demon. Especially not one that now belongs to me."
"I will always belong tohim." He snapped.
Leviathan grabbed his throat, cutting off his air as he forced him down to the bed. Cullen froze in surprise when he climbed on top of him, his legs straddling his chest and pinning down his arms, just as they had when he’d forced him to eat before.
“Get…off me…” He gasped, struggling under him.
Leviathan ignored him, leaning down until his face was just inches away, his inhuman eyes smoldering. “You belong to me now, Cullen, whether you like it or not.” His hand squeezed a little tighter. Cullen gagged and twisted his head to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. “Consider your relationship with that fucker ended. You’ll never see him again and he’s probably moved on already anyway. Humans are so flighty and weak willed. And young men especially tend to move on pretty quickly…”
Tears pricked his eyes. "He wouldn't…he loves me…" Even if he deserved that. Even if Walker should move on…
"Not anymore." Leviathan breathed, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Cullen struggled under him, hating himself when he realized he was getting hard. "Now you're just another demon to be killed.” He trailed his lips up to Cullen’s temple, making a shiver run through him. “He doesn't want you anymore.”
"Shut up…" He mumbled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. "You don't know–"
He broke off with a gasp as Leviathan licked the tear off of him, his tongue gliding along his cheek.
Something tightened in his stomach, making him feel even more terrible. "Idoknow, Cullen. You'll never see him again. I won't let you." He ran a slow hand down Cullen’s chest. "You're mine now. What you feel is nothing but a lingering want for the relationship that was. It will pass. And I know you like it better with me–"
"That's not true!" He snapped, starting to struggle again. "Get off of me. I don't want to…"
Leviathan slid his hand further down his body, rubbing his growing erection through his pants. Cullen grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. "You don't want to?" Leviathan murmured. Cullen’s hands clenched into fists as he slammed his head back onto the bed. "Sounds like a fucking lie, Cull."
He untied the string on his pants slowly.Stupid sweatpants.He thought, furious. He should have known better than to wear something so…loose. Not that it would have made a difference anyway.
"What happened to begging for me?" Leviathan whispered against his neck. Cullen’s breaths were coming too fast now. He couldn't hold back a groan as Leviathan reached into his pants, brushing his fingers against his erection. "What happened to the willingness in the bathtub?"
"That was…a mistake." He trembled as Leviathan ran his teeth down his throat. "Stop…"
