“My Kings.” Barbatos dipped his head, his posture stiff.
Belial twirled a blond curl around a finger and couldn’t hold the smirk. The rush of satisfaction as Barbatos’ eyes strayed to him once more was just too enticing.
Out of all of Lucifer’s Kings, Belial was the most beautiful.A creature that looked more angel than demon,many had said. He agreed. His skin was slate-colored and worked well with his cerulean blue eyes, willowy frame and delicate features, so it wasn’t surprising at all that such comments made their rounds around Hell. He lacked markings too, something to do, perhaps, with the fact that he’d once been God’s most favored, and while he did have scars where his wings had been, even those were more subtle than the mangled flesh of other demons.
So, really, there was no surprise that half of Hell wanted to fuck him because they worshiped him and the other half… well, they wanted to hate-fuck him because they envied him. Either way, it usually worked out for him, regardless of which one it turned out to be.
“Barbatos, what brings you here?” Lucifer asked in his melodic voice, the timbre of it so pleasant on the ears.
Sat on his throne adorned with scarlet velvet, the Demon King looked every bit as regal as always even though he had his elbow propped on the armrest and his chin resting in his palm. It was not that he was bored, though many tended to wrongly assume so; he was simply not one that cared much about appearances even if he couldn’t ever escape that effortless elegance which accompanied everything he did. Or the authority. His looks were as deceivingly delicate as Belial’s, his skin a cloud-gray and his hair a lush raven black that reached past his narrow waist, but he never failed to instill fear and respect, his presence alone enough to overwhelm most every denizen of his Kingdom.
“I bring you two human souls, my King,” Barbatos replied with pride, holding up two pulsating golden orbs. “They ripened earlier than I anticipated.”
“Ah, so diligent and hard-working.” Belial licked his lips, leering at his apprentice with a smile full of dark promises.
Barbatos’ Adam’s apple bobbed on a swallow and he shifted his weight, trying to hide the fact that he was hard. Belial’s own arousal flared, his cock stirring in approval.
“Belial,” Lucifer chastised with no ill intent in his tone. He gestured to the shelves by the skeletal bookcase that housed theholder of souls, prompting Barbatos to place the two orbs there.
No one knew what the holder was made of or what its exact purpose was, but now and then Lucifer would place a soul inside the goblet-like thing. He would inspect it after some time had passed, study it, but what for and why was yet another mystery.
Belial opened his mouth to demand the latest round of Earth gossip from Barbatos when the doors flung open and Sairreign stormed in without knocking. He wore a tight expression and didn’t even bother to acknowledge Belial, kneeling in front of Lucifer with his hands clenched into fists.
“My King.”
Belial’s curiosity sparked to life. It was so very rare to see the human-demon look so despondent. In fact, it was probably the first time that Belial was seeing so much tension and desperation ooze from Sairreign, something that hadn’t occurred even during his initiation.
“Ooh?” Belial hopped down from the desk. “You come empty-handed?” he remarked, not sensing a newsoul now that the two Barbatos had delivered were locked inside that weird thing.
Lucifer lifted himself off the throne and approached the human-demon, his expression shifting from relaxed to unreadable. “Stand, my child. I know why you’ve come,” he said and stroked Sairreign’s cheek with his slender fingers. “Belial, Barbatos—” He scoped the room as if in search for something. “Leave us.”
Any protests were squashed before they’d even left Belial’s mouth, his King’s gentle but authoritative gaze prohibiting such complaints. With no choice but to comply with the order, Belial herded Barbatos out, closing the great doors behind them.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your palace or something?” Barbatos quipped before they’d even made it past the tall window with stained glass on the left, so obviously trying to irk Belial.
“How can I when you’ve been ogling me like a starved dog for the last half an hour?” Belial countered, fluttering his eyelashes. It hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes, but who even kept track?
“You are the one that got an erection the moment I walked in!” Barbatos curled his lip, showcasing one of his sharp canines.
True, though Belial didn’t think it had been that obvious. “You should let me fuck you then, so both of us can return to our duties,” he said and inched in closer, pressing the other demon chest-first against the wall.
“And why should I do that?”
Belial’s cock grew even harder as he rubbed it against Barbatos’ ass, the thin fabric of their loincloths doing very little to decrease the stimulation. “You don’t come by thatoften anymore, so it’s been a while since I last pounded that sexy ass of yours.”
Barbatos shivered at Belial’s words, pushing his hips back. He wanted this as much as Belial did, though he tensed up when a group of lesser demons turned the corner and strolled toward them, giggling and whispering.
“Mm, Belial… let’s take this to my chambers,” Barbatos said, but didn’t stop grinding.
Belial ran his tongue down Barbatos’ neck and jaw, nipping with his teeth at the soft skin. “Why? You think there is someone stupid enough to interrupt one of Lucifer’s Kings when he’s having fun?”
He spat in his hand and shoved it between them, giving his dick a stroke before he pressed it against Barbatos’ hole. He eased in with one fluid glide, hissing at the way Barbatos’ ass ate him up.
“Fuck… yess,” Barbatos moaned, the sound sending a zap of desire down Belial’s spine.
He bit on the side of Barbatos’ neck. “Mm, so tight, Barbatos, so good. It must be true then.”
“What’s true?” Barbatos slurred, meeting Belial’s every thrust.
