He jumped at the soft voice, his eyes flicking to Leviathan’s face in the mirror.
He leaned casually against the door frame, as if he’d been there the whole time. A slow flush spread across Cullen’sface as he took in his still-wild hair and the sweater that matched Cullen’s style, though it was a dark gray color, instead of blue. And newer, as if he’d just bought it.
“How do you get your clothes?” Cullen muttered curiously, eyeing the dark, designer pants he was wearing. He tried not to tug at his faded jeans in response.
“I have my ways.” He smiled, tipping his head back. “Do you like them?”
“No.” He lied, turning away from the mirror.
Leviathan pushed away from the wall with a smirk. “What a shame.Ilike what you’re wearing.” He tugged on the sleeve of Cullen’s faded sweater. “I knew you would wear this one. It was always my favorite, you know.”
Cullen winced and, after a long moment, tugged the sweater off and turned to go back into the bedroom, rifling quickly through his wardrobe before he pulled out a different sweater, this one a deep red. He pulled it on, ignoring the small hole in the wrist of one sleeve as he turned to face Leviathan again, his lips pulling up in a defiant smirk.
“I think I’ll throw the other one away.” He murmured, crossing his arms. “I don’t like it anymore.”
Leviathan's smile grew more dangerous. He gave a small flick of his fingers and Cullen gasped as fabric shifted against his skin. He shot his gaze down, startled when he saw that the blue sweater was settled on his skin once again.
“Wear that one tonight.” Leviathan murmured, seeming bored. “It’s warmer than the red one.”
Cullen snarled softly and spun for the wardrobe–and stumbled back in surprise when he found it completely empty.
“You bastard!” He hissed, rounding on Leviathan. “I don’t want to wear–”
“Are you ready?” He asked softly, shadows swirling around him as he held out his hand. Cullen fell silent, surprised when a nervous flutter went through him at the sight.
After a few long moments, Cullen swore under his breath and stepped forward, taking his hand.
The light began coming back in the form of pinpricks, dotting the dark world around them, getting bigger and brighter–and then they stood on a dimly lit street, empty of life. But nearby he could hear many people chatting and the sound of rushing feet.
People.His heart gave a painful thump and his eyes pricked with tears. He'd never been a fan of people in general but after being mostly alone in a fiery hellscape for so long, believing he would never experience any human interaction ever again…
Cullen sucked in a deep breath, sighing softly at the clean scent. "Doesn't the air smell great when it's not filled with smoke?" It may not be the fresh air of a meadow or anything like that, but dirty city air was better than nothing. He wondered exactly where they were.
When he turned to see Leviathan, he found him frowning slightly. “I like the smell of the smoke.” He murmured, almost a bit defensively. “The flames are…a comfort to me.”
Cullen watched him for a long moment, wondering if he should ask why, exactly, that was, but he only peeked around the corner of the alley again.
“Cullen.”
He turned again, jumping when he found Leviathan right beside him, his gaze intense as he leaned closer. Hishands came up, pressing flat to the wall and caging Cullen in. He shrunk back against the cool brick wall on instinct, his eyes widening in surprise.
“I want to make something very clear to you before we do this.” The demon prince whispered, his eyes pinning him in place.
“O…okay…” He mumbled, trying to find the will to draw in a breath.
Leviathan’s lips brushed his cheek and quickly moved back to his ear. “If you try to run from me tonight, I will destroy every human in the vicinity to get to you.” He smiled, sharp canines nicking his skin. “And Iwillget to you, Cullen. So no tricks.”
He drew in a shaky breath, startled by how turned on the soft words were making him, despite the fear that they instilled. “I-I wasn’t going to…Why would you think I…”
“I don’t.” He whispered, brushing his lips slowly along his jaw until they were touching his own. “I just wanted to make sure you knew better.”
Cullen gasped softly, his hands curling tight in Leviathan’s sweater. “Please…”
“Please, what?” His hand came down to cup his face, his thumb pressing under his jaw to force his head up. Cullen gasped but Leviathan’s mouth was already on his throat, his teeth coming down gently.
“Levi–”
His tongue slid over his skin, making a harsh groan escape Cullen, and then he pulled away, leaving Cullen leaning breathlessly against the wall. Once he’d calmed some, his teeth snapped together in irritation. His body was tight and hot now, and his cock had grown partially hard. Nearly enough to be seen through his pants.
