Open Your Heart

Chapter 13

Char was so close he could feel his body preparing for it. The tightening of his core, the tingling that went all the way down to his toes, the intense rush from wave after wave of pleasure. Perhaps he was tired, or perhaps Henroin really had gotten better over night. He was inclined to say the former. Just when he knew a few more thrusts would do it, he heard the new voice sound from the foot of the bed. The second he heard the voice, he knew what would happen and swore vengeance.

Exactly as he thought, Henroin stopped moving. His lover lowered himself until he was covering Char from their intruder. He could hear the new person walking around the bed slowly. "You know, Henry, I was wondering why you wanted this file. Since it's Seamus Dullhan's, and you and he have some... not so fun history together, I thought it was to flaunt your higher status to him now." Char tried to see who the owner of the voice was, but with how Henroin was covering him, he couldn't make out the man. What he could tell, however, was that the man had to be the biggest, most pompous asshole he'd ever heard. "But now I can tell that it wasn't status you wanted to flaunt. It's that you're fucking his son." With that, Char's blood ran icy in his veins. The only question in his mind now was how this stranger knew who he had been in life.

"What are you doing here? You coulda just called, or hell, you coulda responded to my fucking email." His lover was mad, but he didn't sound or appear too terribly surprised by this turn of events.

"True," The man sang the word as he moved about the bed. Char felt the shift and was even more confused now that the stranger was sitting with them, than he had been before. "I wanted to chat with you in person, though. It's been so long since we've met up Henry. And you're not going to refuse me, right? After all..." The man moved and laid down beside them, finally giving Char an up close and personal view of him. "You wouldn't turn away the King of Hell, would you?" Lucifer.

"Yes, I would." Henroin didn't even hesitate to respond, and he said it was the most expressionless face Char had ever seen. Lucifer was still smiling, but it clearly grew tight with the honesty. After a moment, Char felt Henroin pull out, his erection rubbing against sensitive nerve endings that cried at the loss. His lover rolled over and Char watched as Lucifer jumped off the bed before getting crushed. A second later, the blanket was pulled up to cover him from the King's view and Char sat up to see the two better.

"After everything we've been through, Henry? You'd cast me aside for some whore?" Henroin gave the man a droll stare instead of defending Char from the comment.

"I'd cast you aside for a corn chip." He couldn't tell if the exchange was funny, and that's why he wanted to laugh, or it was just so unbelievably odd. Lucifer crossed his arms and huffed.

"Well, I guess you don't want this file then. It's not classy to flaunt your conquests anyways." The man shrugged and headed for the door, but Henroin didn't jump up or go after him. Instead, he tapped a finger on his leg.

"Lucifer," The King stopped. "Do you wanna play a game?" Char looked at his lover in shock. Leaning closer, he grabbed the forest scorpion's shoulder and pulled him back enough to whisper in his ear.

"Hen, what are you doing? If he leaves we can get back to... having our fun. Don't you want that?" Henroin looked back at him with a smile.

"I promise I do, but this will be worth it for both of us in the end. If it works." Pouting at the loss, he looked up to find the King now turned to face them once more.

"A game, you say?" Henroin nodded and Lucifer took a step closer. "It has been a while since we've played a game, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has. Last time you wanted to play pool. Isn't there something you wanna play this time?" Henroin purposed the question as though he were asking a friend, not the Prince of Pride. Pursing his lips, the blond thought about the question for a moment before a sinister smile curved those lips.