The Devil's Kisses//On Hold

Chapter 17: Breakfast with Aleksandre

(A/N: First off, Nick Bateman as Aleks. Squeaaal!

I hope you guys have been fine, I was so addicted to this one book called "Bared to You" by Miss Sylvia Day; for you guys who like the risqué, hot and passionate type of literature, I suggest you guys read the whole series since Gideon Cross is a total BABE.

Even darker and more effed-up than Christian Grey.

Second, I'm so sorry about the long hiatus period, since we went to the Philippines and visited my relatives, I was REALLY busy. :(

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Song's called "Suffocation" by Chopin
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It was morning when Lamia finally came down, the smell of pastries and meat welcomed her as she noticed Aleks, who was quietly sipping on his cup as his golden eyes met her brown ones. She smiled, and the older Lucine pointed towards the stove with a very intense looking Mikhail wearing nothing but his PJ bottoms with black oven mitts on both of his hands; she also noticed that Chopin was blaring through the kitchen... She wasn't complaining though.

"He's been cooking since 10 AM, and he refuses to feed me until you've woken up." Aleks raised his cup and pointed to the metallic wallclock, which says 12 PM. "I've also realized that I've finished my third cup of coffee, can you please call your lover for my sake? Because I feel like I'm about to eat my cup as well."

Lamia laughed as she walked towards the demon, he turned towards her as he held out a tray brimmed with chocolate croissants. Mikhail smirked.

"Well, hello there stranger." He muttered, pulling Lamia by the waist as he put down the tray on the countertop. "You're up, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, a bit." She replied, turning her face away from Mikhail as she realized that her neck was left vulnerable to him. "The bacon might burn, you know."

Mikhail hummed, his lips tickling her neck while she gripped the marble edge of the countertop.

"To hell with bacon, I'd rather have you." He replied, as he trapped her in between his two arms, his lips on her chin.

"Wait what? It's too early for this kind of--" Lamia panicked, looking at everything but Mikhail. She then looked at Aleks, who was watching them with with an amused look on his gorgeous face.

"EHEM. HUNGRY DEMON OVER HERE." Aleks interjected, making Mikhail stop and glare at him. "I don't CARE if you have sex on the table, but PLEASE, feed me FIRST."

Aleks wasn't actually hungry, he just liked raining on Mikhail's parade, though his plan on distracting Mikhail and Lamia escaping him seemed to work, he can't help but feel a little love for the girl who's making his little brother happy, even if it WAS temporary. He looked at the two bickering side by side, as Mikhail placed croissants on Lamia's plate and the latter placing bacon on his. He erupted in laughter, making the two stop and look at him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you two were married." He said, making Lamia blush and stare at him with wide blinking eyes. "Come on, what did you even see in this little daemon?"

"Well," Lamia cleared her throat, picking at her food. "I lived with him in the void for a month, and he was nothing but nice to me. He may sound harsh, but that's actually his way of showing that he cares-- even though he sometimes acts like a two year-old."

The whole table was quiet, as she realized that Aleks was smiling fondly at her while Mikhail (who looked like a younger version of Aleks), was sipping his coffee with a smirk on his lips. She took the time to look at Aleks, who was having an animated conversation with Mikhail about the Louvre Museum, but she couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"J'y suis allé hier. (I went there yesterday.)" Aleks started, his hands moving gracefully. "Je certainement entendu quelqu'un chanter, il était Opera, Vous savez combien je l'aime la musique classique! (I certainly heard someone singing, it was Opera, you know how much I love classical music!)"

"Et vous savez combien il me fait somnoler. (And you know how much it makes me doze off) "Mikhail replied in a monotone, but still Aleks nagged his ear off.

Lamia noticed that Aleks was talking to a younger black-haired (and much less beard-y) version of himself. Aleks shared the same style of dressing up with Mikhail, but he wore a chain with a ring around his neck. His eyes were another story, in fact, they were a darker shade of gold compared to Lucius' and Bex's eyes. Mikhail, on the other hand, had bright gray eyes that looked almost white.

"Guys, non-French citizen here." Lamia interjected, still gazing at the two men. Aleks smiled at her, showing her a shallow dimple.

"I was telling my little brother about the Louvre museum, which reminds me." He looked at Mikhail. "Why don't YOU bring her around paris? You two can take the bus."

"THE BUS?!" Mikhail cried. "There's no way I'm hopping on that big red death machine, it's also NOT my style!"

"Then that settles it, then!" Aleks waved his hand as if to shoo Mikhail's remark. "You go take a bath and get changed, my brother will be your tour-guide here in Paris!"

As they watched Lamia stand up and go upstairs to take her bath, Aleks looked at Mikhail.

"Now, let's discuss about the matter at hand."

Mikhail's eyes narrowed, his appetite vanishing. the atmosphere surrounding the Lucines thickened as a silent message floated in the air.

The matter that Aleks wanted to talk about--

Was Lucius.