My Shadow

Fresh Sparks

Hiiiiiii~

Please forgive me for taking so long but here's a new chapter!!!

If you're wondering what I listened to during this, it's linked in the little box. Also, I listened to Precious by Ateez and Cry for Love by Baekhyun for more inspiration and feels.

Please enjoy!!!

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A shiver ran down Larry's spine in anticipation. He knew what he was doing could get him into all sorts of trouble but what's the point of being married to the King of Hell if he didn't get to play with fire himself. It took every part of him to focus on the conversation at hand with a general, something about a recipe that he was insistent on having him try. Larry made sure to up his charms as he smiled and placed a hand on the general's arm, telling him politely that he would love for the unknown man to cook for him. He could practically feel the heat on his back, just what he wanted.

Laurent was watching as Larry pranced around the ballroom, clearly enjoy every bit of attention from their guest. A touch of champagne with the chandelier lighting made his Bambi eyes twinkle, dazzling everyone with his view.

The boy was a wonder and he blended beautifully with this royal attire. Soft silk hanging loosely over his shoulders tucked into black pants, showing off his slender waist and plump ass to match his luscious thighs. A diamond-encrusted choker around his neck danced with him as the chandelier's dim lighting made it sparkle as he glides across the room greeting any and everyone with a warm gentle smile. An eternal and rare beauty, glowing with newfound confidence.

Laurent also knew that with his parents now gone, the boy would be free, free to breathe and learn to be himself. The god adored how he was discovering the world for the first time. Learning to love himself and see how much he affected those around him. He was a blooming flower. What Laurent did not like was Larry learning how much he affected his husband and Larry knew this very well. Well enough to exploit it.

Larry had learned quickly of Laurent's possessive habits such as holding his waist in public, sitting him in his lap during meetings, glaring at anyone getting too touchy with him. He was absolutely thrilled with how much Laurent became soft, he loved being claimed and showered with the man's praise and affection but what he wanted now was attention.

To be every bit as dramatic as he could, he was dying for it.

Laurent had been extremely busy as of late, leaving Larry in the castle alone for most of the day. He wondered the grand halls like a lost army wife who didn't know what to do with herself while her husband was at war. He often went to bed alone and woke up in the middle of the night with arms around his waist and soft kisses to his neck, the warmth lulling him back to sleep. Then in the mornings, Laurent was gone again as if he was just a figment of his longing.

Lately, it was becoming more frequent. Now Laurent doesn't even come home, spending his time in the offices of the human world trying to fix whatever they were ruining. He only sees his right-hand man who frequently delivers gifts and letters, handwritten with Laurent's penmanship that was as extravagant and elegant as the man himself. The letters were often apologies and promises of when they would be able to spend time together often sidetracking into more sinful claims as the letters went on.

He knew that Laurent hated being away from him, he could feel it in his mind and blood how much the demon loved him but that never stopped him from missing his husband's kisses and love. He especially missed his touches.

He dreamt every night of Laurent coming home and spreading him on his bed, filling him up in more ways than one until he's crying from pleasure. He can't even try to get off with his thoughts and hands, not after he knows how good Laurent feels. There was no point. But the dreams left him wreathing in his sheets at night, whimpering into the darkness as he's reminded of what he could be having only to wake up and find his bed cold.

Once he learned about a ball Laurent was going to be throwing. He knew exactly what he would do. He had hoped that he could at least catch him in their room before the ball began but that wish was washed away when one of the servants informed him that their dear King was to meet him when the ball was already in commence. Larry made a split change in plans, using this chance to ignore the divine being as he made his entrance. Laurent sent him many thoughts of pleas to spare him a glance, each growing more desperate and angrier as the night progressed. The wine in his hand making him feel powerful and sexy under the eyes of his Demon King.

He knew it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do but he trusted Laurent blindly and willingly, knowing that the man would end the world if he so wished. Their love was still fresh but its deepness rivaled even the most ancient of tales. They might be soulmates, but they were each other's flames, consuming each other's hearts and minds without abandon.

It scared him sometimes. The strength of their coupling, the way Laurent's eyes seemed to brighten whenever their eyes met, the overall effect Laurent had on his mind. But this was a wave he was willing to let crash over him.

Tuning back into his environment, he looked over his shoulder at the said man sitting calmly on his throne. The long-distance coupled with his imposing height and cold bordering nonchalant stare was making his presence impossible to ignore. Larry knew better than the rest. Laurent's hand twitched as their eyes met, it was small and fast but it was enough for Larry to know that his plan was working.

Gracefully placing his wine glass on a passing tray, he turned towards the King with hooded eyes. Walking as calming as he could against the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, Larry made his way to the center of the ballroom. His hand casually slid up over the soft blouse, a small hiss leaving his pretty lips as a finger grazed his already hard nipple. Looking into Laurent's eyes before the orchestra began to play the sweet melody of Adagio in G manor. The piece wasn't exactly the most sensual but this was enough for Larry.

His lips quirked into a small smile before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his arms stretching beautifully towards the ceiling then ascending to his sides as he let the strings take over his mind. His moves the equivalent to a siren's call as he spun gracefully, dipping low into an arch as he slid on the floor, sweeping his long legs around before leveling the audience with a sinister smirk. His human eyes holding much of the fire that Laurent cherished deeply.

The look had Laurent uncrossing his legs to lean forward. He was captivated by the pretty lines his moves created accentuated by the sparkles of his choker and the shininess of his shirt. Each move reminiscent of the similar dance they do in the master chamber. Each fluid move, each bow had his hands clenching tighter and tighter. He knew the boy was teasing him. A lesson was in all of his love's actions tonight from the open flirting to this dance that should've been for his eyes only.

His eyes flashed brightly when he finally registered that they were not alone. There were hundreds of others in the room watching the same tease as he was. A rush of emotions burned through his body as he stood slowly, making his presence known.

Just as the music drew to an end and the attendance clapped for their king's consort, Laurent shredded his outerwear, leaving him in an all-black number. The sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows showing his forearms that flexed when he undid the top three buttons of his shirt. The chain between his pecks swayed lightly as he descended the steps, parting the audience without so much as a word. The need to word to be spoken as they automatically bowed their heads low in respect.

His chuckle filled the room as he stepped in front of a panting Larry. Tilting his head slightly with an eyebrow raised, he cupped his lover's cheek gently. A soft coo was groaned out as Larry sighed into his touch, rubbing against his hand like a kitten looking for affection. The crowd quickly dissipated as they left the castle following the commands of the servants.

Larry looked up at him with eyes holding a thousand universes but Laurent knew better than to fall for the human's tricks. Larry's mind was purring at the thought of a proper punishment, he knew that he did and was craving for whatever Laurent was willing to give.

Fangs grazed the spot behind Larry's ear as he clenched his hands into a fist on Laurent's chest, knowing how much he loved to see how small he was compared to the God. A whimper escaped his mouth when he was tugged closer to the demon's chest.

A single thought flooded Larry's head, wrapping him in the trance that is Laurent's voice. A trance he was dying to drown in...

'I should make you accept your punishment here,'