"Dancing with the Devil." | Larry Stylinson. TRANSLATION

IX. "Exchange Of Souls"

Honestly, Harry thought he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. After making love he felt like he couldn't sleep a wink. The Devil had said that he would be the most loved human of all the earth... But "today". Just for today, and that's it.

And that hadn't slipped out of his head at all. Yet Louis' warm, comfortable arms wrapped his body in a way that made him feel protected and exhausted. He was more sleepy than he had ever been, and he even though Louis might be doing that. However, he was tired enough to start crying, or properly saying goodbye to the -now- love of his life, even if this was the one that would end up killing him.

The eldest ran his warm fingertips through the boy's pale, soft arm, who shuddered with the touch as his sight grew increasingly cloudy. By the time he noticed, he had fallen asleep.

And he woke up the next day.

The pain he felt in his muscles was inexplicable, the heaviness of his body, and the slight uneasiness in his chest made it worse. The blankets covered his figure and that of the person hugging him from behind, which made everything warmer. Taking away the uneasiness he carried, he was really happy. He had kissed for the first time, he had made love for the first time, all with Louis. With the Devil.

Nothing could go wrong anymore.

He stirred a little when he felt the king of darkness's hand caressing his belly. Clearly, he was awake... Did he even sleep?

Was he even still alive or was it all an illusion?

—Mh. —Louis releases a sound after sniffing Harry's curls. —You smell like I made you mine, —he says.

He pulls at the curly boy's body, who begins to turn around until he faces the older man's naked body. His ear no longer makes that strange sound, and now he can look into his eyes as many times as he wants. However, he feels too embarrassed to do it, but he keeps staring at his lips. Louis takes that as a sign and doesn't refuse to leave a soft kiss on the lips of his favorite boy, who seemed rather lost in thought. The Devil moved away just a little to watch him, waiting for him to speak.

—I'm still here... —The curly boy said, blinking slowly and shyly wrapping his arms around the older man's neck as soon as he came closer and began to leave warm kisses on the skin of his neck.

—Yes.

—N-nothing happened to me, —he stuttered. He still felt some fear, and it was as if Louis could feel it as he wrapped his waist better. He pulled his beautiful face away from his boy's neck and they stared at each other for the first time in the day. It was beautiful. —Why?

Again they continued to observe each other's eyes for a few seconds. The Devil sighed, smirking with a delirious slowness before turning the boy's body a little, leaving him on his back and positioning himself on top. He stroked his thigh carefully, stroking Harry's member under the sheets. He looked down shyly, biting his lower lip so as not to sigh like a fool.

Louis' face slowly descends to his ear, gently biting the earlobe. —Because I want and I can, —he simply replied.

Partly Harry's afraid of that. He thinks that he could disappear at any moment, without having a valid justification, just a "Because I want and I can".

—Oh, —he says, again clinging to Louis' neck when he pulled away to look into his eyes. Harry dared to raise his gaze, crossing his gaze with that of the Devil

—And I'm going to enjoy you a little longer... because I want and I can. —Without further ado, he catches his boy's lips between his own, kissing him slowly and deeply, tilting his head so that his noses don't bump.