Earrings for Two

Kisses, inexistants? (Pt 5)

"So, whaddaya wanna talk about?" Oh. My. God. Of course. Of course mammon chose that direction, the direction in which he forgot all about what he had said earlier, those sweet words mumbled under the setting sun. Now, I was forced to forget as well, to forget those daydreams of love, sensuality, and... having Mammon.
ASMO, my mind screamed as I sat down softly on my bed. I felt as if I could cry, releasing all that building pain growing behind my eyes. I was accepted, secure in the embrace of fickle, demonic emotions for a few hours, maybe less, before rejected once more. My heart left to dry back outside the hallway, stuck in Asmodeus' conscience, as he knows what he's done to me. To us.
Can I even say that? To us, something I might've been able to get used too.
Choking back the painful lump rising in my throat, I try my hardest to reply normally. Normally, as if my dreams weren't just shattered. "I... I have no idea."
Mammon frowned, his eyebrows knitting together after I finished my sentence. What could that look be, something of annoyance? Impatience?
Oh, the doubt growing in my mind, so extreme, so painful, so horrid. What if, what if, what if. What is it, he hates me, it's my fault.
"What's wrong?" The words, spoken so softly, echoing with pain, cracked as they left my mouth.
"You." Me.
Me.
"Ya didn't say my name afterwards, like ya usually do." I... what? "You didn't say my name, and that really bothers me."
"I didn't say your name?"
"See, there ya are, doing it again." The gleam in Mammon's eyes shine brighter now, and a seemingly sinister grin split his face in two. "Say my name, MC." The demon rushed forwards, his strength just as prominent as it was earlier. He was coming for me, coming to lean himself up against my body, and exact his will.

I... I was wrong. I was wrong. I WAS WRONG!
The thought had never been sweeter in my mind, something straight from a dream, appealing to me in so, so many ways.

(Author's note: I know this is rated teen and no other author does this, but from personal experience I'd just like to say there WILL be slight sin ahead, you've been warned)

And then, within an instance, my thoughts came true; I was now down on my bed, Mammon above me, his hair falling in my face and his glasses askew. His eyes, oh his eyes, such beautiful orbs of shining color, brighter now with the emotions behind them. He was looking at me hungrily, greedily, as if he would hoard me, keep me as something just for him.
I wouldn't mind.
"Say it!" He barked once again, and I could now feel more of his bodily weight resting on my legs. "Or no kisses for ya, MC."
Well now I have to say it.
"Mah-" his smile widened visibly, falling again when I stopped. He was ready, oh so ready to kiss me. For the first time, my first kiss by my first man.
Then, being the true tease he was, mammon nudged my jaw with his nose, and planted one, small peck below my ear.
"Mammon!" I said it clearly now, my desire overflowing from my body, out through my mouth.
"There it is." His lips crashed down onto mine, hardly delicate, something needy and strong.
My body burned at the sensation, and my mind screamed, and my lips began to move in tandem, allowing Mammon delve deeper into me, to learn my lips, my flavor, whilst I learned his.
Chocolate, and mint, just as I thought.