Music To My Ears | 2gether Short Stories

The Devil's Plaything - Chapter 01

The Devil's POV

I smirked as I leaned my elbows on the bar and sipped my whisky as he squirmed under my scrutiny.

His eyes kept flitting to me and flitting away in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing a beautiful pink every time.

He was far across the room, the dance floor thronging with swaying, twitching, leaping bodies between us, the music and flashing lights creating a cacophony of sounds and sights, drowning all senses.

That's what they came to the club for, these humans - to get senselessly overwhelmed so they wouldn't have to be burdened by thoughts.

And yet, I knew he could feel my presence as though I were right beside him. I knew he could feel the heat from my gaze wherever my eyes rested on his delectable body.

I traced his features with my fingers in the air, and I saw his eyes close as though I were caressing his beautiful face.

I whispered sinful nothings into the void and I saw his lips part, his tongue flicking out to wet the pink petals, as though he could hear my dirtiest desires.

Each time that he glanced at me, his eyes rested for a little longer than the last time, before they ran away from me again in shyness.

I downed my drink in one shot and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. It was time to play.

It had been a while. I had been busy of late, too many sinners that needed to be punished. Being the Guardian of Hell was a full-time job and it didn't get any easier through the ages.

I hated most humans, was indifferent to the rest, and coveted only one. My Plaything.

I stood up and stretched my muscles luxuriously, letting him see what I had to offer.

My well-fitting suit, the first three buttons of my shirt open to reveal my chest and my tight pants hugging my hips, showed enough to tempt, and hid enough to taunt.

I smiled as I walked towards a non-descript door to the side of the bar. I exited into a back alley, dark and dingy and dangerous.

Of course, I was the most dangerous thing out there, but still.

I leaned against the wall, one foot resting on the bricks, and lit up a cigarette.

I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. Of the many sinful pleasures that the human realm offered, nicotine was the second most addictive for me.

The first was him.

I waited patiently. He would appear in a minute.

Exactly a minute later, the door opened, and the alley was briefly polluted with the thudding beats and muffled chatter from within, and then silence reigned again.

"Do you have one to spare?" he said, nodding at the glowing red tip that rested between my lips.

"A cigarette or a kiss?" I asked, and felt my loins grow tight at the way his eyes lowered and fluttered . A flush crept up his long, elegant neck.

"T-the cigarette" he said, stuttering nervously.

I blew smoke at his face and held out the one I was smoking. "You can share mine", I said.