Hellfire

Night nine

"Connor!" Kevin screams.

Connor watches wide eyed as the horrible events unfold in front of him. Kevin is tortured, and killed and brought back and killed again. All by Connor, replaying his previous eight nights in this hellish place from start to finish. It goes on forever.

"Front seat hm?" A voice smirks from beside him. Lucifer emerges from the shadows and places a bony hand on Connor's shoulder.

"I admire your handiwork," Lucifer grins. "Sloppy at first, but we cut out most of the emotion by about night seven...." He reports.

Connor has no words, he doesn't want to say anything to spur on the devil.

"I'll check back around night forty to see how for you've progressed," the angel concludes, turning and leaving.

"N-night forty!" Connor bursts out. "But that's..." There's no one to argue with, so he is just forced to remain seated and continues watching with teary eyes.

When he can't take it anymore, something else is brought in. It's Kevin. Connor screams. How is he even alive.

Kevin is brought in and immediately collapses on the floor, gasping. This version of him has every cut, stab and bullet wound Connor's ever distorted Kevin's perfect body with. His neck is once again at its unusual angle and there is still a massive hole in his chest.

"C-con..." He says in a raspy voice, "I can't-" he stops to cough up blood, and can no longer continue, his chest heaving. He struggles for a minute, before pulling something out of his pocket.

"P-pull... Hard...." He whimpers, handing Connor the light blue tie, tinged with a rusty orange around the edges. Connor takes the tie and feels tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You are s-so strong," Connor whispers, wrapping the the around Kevin's neck with the same tenderness he had received last time. He twirls the fabric around his hands and let's out a sob. He can't see Kevin like this anymore.

"...P-pull..." Kevin whimpers again, his voice almost completely gone.

Connor closes his eyes and pulls as hard as he can. There is a brief choking noise and then silence.

He can't open his eyes.

"Con?" Comes a soft voice. It's Kevin's, but he sounds normal. Connor cracks an eye open a little and is relieved to find himself back in his room.

"Hey Kevin," he murmurs, rubbing his head.

Kevin shuffled a little closer. "Another helldream?"

Connor nods sadly.

"It's alright, I'm here for you," Kevin whispers. "I'm also here... For whatever you need..." He says, his voice shifting tone slightly, getting more suggestive towards the end.

Connor feels a hand run up his thigh and he lets out a small gasp, leaning into the touch. Kevin smirks and suddenly his hands are everywhere, going over every curve and detail how an artist would sculpt a figure. Connor shifts slightly and leans in to kiss Kevin, who closes the gap between them. Connor kisses back and Kevin pins him to the bed with strong arms.

A while later, both of them are panting, lying tangled in the sheets and each other, garments discarded off to the side somewhere.

"That was incredible..." Kevin whispers, holding Connor close.

"Truly something incredible..." Connor smiles and agrees.

Kevin's closeness ebbs away and Connor woke up alone in his bed.

Kevin was sleeping soundly next to him in the other bed, though he was very close to Connor. Connor looked down and let out a small gasp at the 'little problem' in his pants.

Kevin murmured something in his sleep and rolled over towards Connor.

"No, no no..." Connor thought. "Now is not the time to-"

Kevin had somehow managed to lie in such a way that he was pressed up against Connor with his arm draped around Connor's waist. Connor groaned at the contact and tried to get out of it, but was ultimately unsuccessful and only succeeded in making it worse from all the friction.

He let out a frustrated huff and hoped that Kevin would sleep through the hustle, and it would go away by the time morning came around.

"Turn it off...." He kept mumbling until he eventually fell asleep again.

A few minutes later, Kevin woke up and frowned when he felt something poking him in the stomach. What was..?

Oh.

Best not to question, or judge, considering the dream he'd just had about Connor, which probably wasn't any cleaner than whatever was causing this for the other Elder.

As he tried his best to ignore it and et back to sleep, he could have sworn he hear Connor moan a soft "Kevin..." In his sleep.