March from Darkness | ✓ (to be edited)

THIRTY-THREE

PHRER

I sat on the bed Lucifer had been kind enough to offer me. I was surprised to learn that Lucifer was the man Demitri had called Dominick in his memories, the man who had taken him in, shown him the ropes, and moulded him into an elite fighter. I wondered if Lucifer knew who Demitri had been at that time, and while he said he knew something was different about the kid that had tried to steal from him, he hadn't known it was going to be this much of a thing.

I had gone to Demitri's room earlier, wanting to see him, but Sāma simply shook his head and promised me that his brother was okay.

I needed to know that the being I saw almost a day ago was indeed the being I had come to know.

I sighed, placing my head in my hands, only to bring it back up as I felt an intense fissure of energy and heard a low growl. I made eye contact with the being I had seen earlier, and I quickly stood up and made my way over to Demitri, or Daraya.

He was so... indescribably breath-taking; he had been so before, but his original form as Daraya just enhanced certain parts of his features. He was breathing heavily, his bare chest, which was now slightly more prominent, rising and sinking quickly.

"Demitri?" I reached out to touch him, but the thought of what he went through just now made me stop. "Are you alright? Please tell me that everything's fine now."

"I'm fine," he reassured quietly, his voice rough from sleep and his screaming from earlier. "How long was I out?"

"Not that long, actually. We were expecting you to be out for a lot longer than a day." He nodded as his new blue-green eyes scanned my face, his nostrils slightly flared as I heard him taking a subtly deeper breath. "Dem... Daraya, have you seen what you look like yet?"

He shook his head and I ran a hand over my face to try and control myself from touching him, but the way he followed my hand made it a lot harder to do. I held my hand out to him suddenly, deciding to test how he would respond. He stared at it briefly before he carefully laid his hand in mine, being, rather adorably, cautious about making sure his nails didn't nick me.

I dragged him into the bathroom, turned on the light, watching him blink rapidly a few times as the bright lights hit his eyes, and then watched as his eyes widened as he stared at himself. His eyes scanned himself over in the mirror, as if trying to take himself in. He brought a hand up to his face and ran them over his lips, watching as the hand moved in both the mirror and in front of him.

Something in me snapped at that, and I couldn't help myself as I moved behind him, hearing his deep, quick intake of breath as I slowly moved some of his soft, white hair to the side.

I wanted so badly to ask him if it was okay to touch him more, but I didn't have to as I met his eyes in the mirror. He nodded to my unasked question, and I felt my cock jump in the confines of the jeans.

I kept my eyes locked with his as I placed a kiss at the side of his neck, feeling his pulse beat more erratically as I moved lower on his neck. I very quietly groaned as his eyes fluttered slightly, rolling ever so slightly back in his head.

Gods, what this man does to me.

I pressed my lips hard against him, slowly, lightly, bringing my hands to his sides. I felt his muscles contract as I placed my hands on his bare skin, heard him hiss as I tasted the skin of his neck. Our eyes were still connected as I did this, and I saw his pupils dilate ever so slightly as I lightly bit down on the spot where his shoulder met his neck.

I felt my breathing get heavier, my cock pulsing and pushing against its confines. Gods, he was so beautiful all the time, whether he was fighting with me or laughing at something someone said or when he was in rapture.