My Shadow

Revenge: Part One

It's been an incredibly rough week already so if you see a mistake or something doesn't make sense-call management cause it's above me now. I miss you guys though and I hope everyone is doing well.
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The meeting concluded with ease, the only distractions were of the muffled screams that would occasionally echo throughout the room. Most of the men flinched at the screeching, taking in the power of the God sitting in front of them with the two damned alongside him inclosed into the wall. They knew of his power and seeing as the rumored new Prince has yet to sway his anger, many thought better of their complaints. His voice was swayed the room like aged brandy. His smile held a warmth that never reached his eyes. He listened intently, and took in the information with grace, making the men comfortable enough to voice more opinions. They were grateful to have a benevolent leader- as least as benevolent as the Devil could get.

The loud natural storm outside roused Larry from his sleep. He spent a good minute in peace, listening to Laurent's velvet voice as he rambled off number and statistics. Larry had no idea what all this was for so he settled for breathing in his man's scent, humming quietly at the warm spices that came from Laurent's neck. He grinned when he gave a kitten lick just to feel the Demon's hands tighten on his thighs. He quietly wondered if he now smelled like this too seeing as how Laurent was never not touching him in some way. Laurent looked down just enough to give him a small nod as he slid him up his body. His red eyes beaming a deep level of smugness.

Larry was perfectly content before the memories of this panic attack and parents flooded his mind. His hands followed the hard curve of Laurent's chest, sighing at the soft material as it grounded his mind. Feeling his mates distress through their bond, Laurent's fingers made their way into Larry's hair.

"Almost done, wild one." he whispered gently. His eyes never leaving the paper in front of him.

Larry nodded before shifting so he was straddling the larger man. Feeling a warm palm on his lower back, he looked to his parents. The wall seemed to be ever moving as it twisted around them like satin, contorting their bodies as it pleases. It reminded him of the marble statues his school used to study in his art appreciation class but this was different. The juxtaposition of the terror on the two damned faces and the beauty of the marble could render even the best artist to their knees in worship. Larry was in awe of how something so horrific could look like a masterpiece but then he remembered: this was exactly how the heavens and ones below saw Laurent. A fallen angel man wrapped in the skin of destruction.

'And he's mine.' Larry thought, wrapping his arms around Laurent's neck with a smirk as he felt the low growl of approval in the man's chest.

Laurent stood from his chair and wrapped Larry's legs around his waist, "We're done here. Settle this matter quickly. I have no wish to come back but I will if I am needed."

The men all nodded in unison feeling dread go down their spines as his underlining message rang clear in their ears.

"Good," Laurent smiled.

Moving past his guards... well, the ones still living, he walked out the room and down the hall to the elevator, they waited quietly before Larry's voice called for his attention.

"What are we gonna do with them?"

".......Them?" Laurent asked. His head is still filled with the day's schedule and his care plan for Larry. Seeing his boy's eyes flicker down the hall, it dawned on him who he meant.

His eyes darkened looking almost golden when he placed a kiss to Larry's nose, cooing softly when it was scrunched in retaliation. "Don't worry about them. I'll take care of them when we get home."

Larry's legs tightened around Laurent's waist while he tried hard to keep his mind from going dirty when he felt the hands of the demon tighten, "A-are you gonna kill them?"

Laurent simply nodded, his clenched jaw speaking volumes of how he just could not let them go and it was never an option. Larry laid his head on Laurent's shoulder and played with the frills of his shirt cuffs as the elevator dinged and the group piled in. The air was heavy with tension as Laurent's aura dominated the atmosphere. Seeing as no one could tell what he was thinking or his mood, Larry took the chance to quietly speak up.

"Can I watch?" His voice was meek and soaked in innocent wonder. "I would like to see what you're gonna do to them."

Laurent's eyebrows furrowed in deep thought as he looked into Larry's eyes. The act of killing in front of Larry wasn't something he was against. In fact, he loved that Larry was interested in his specialty; however, he knew the weight of Larry's baggage. He knew that even if Larry was strong, he still felt some level of care for his parents, and to see the catastrophe that Laurent could cause..... would cause, will not be safe for the boy's mind. But before he could reject, Larry cut him off.

"I promise I can handle it. I know I haven't been the best with my emotions lately but I really want to see this," his eyes were glossy as tears caught on his lashes, "I want to see them go through the same trauma they put me through... please don't deny me this," Larry sat up cupping Laurent's face as he put on his best pout. "Please."

Laurent stared at the boy in his arm in awe. A brave little human and yet, so breakable and pliant in his arms. His hand gripped Larry's neck, tilting it up enough that he could run his nose down his throat smelling the determination, trust, and his own unique scent on his boys soft skin. The beast in him awoken when Larry's small whimper graced his ears.

"You are..." he started in a husky voice. It was strained with an effort that Larry couldn't seem to identify. That didn't matter. All he cared about was the way Laurent's hand squeezed just enough to make his dick twitch to life.

" ....A masterpiece. A work of art that could rival the Gods themselves. A killer of demons like me."

Larry swooned at the unbecoming praise, leaning his body more on Laurent. He let his shirt slip off his shoulder as a silent offering. One that screamed, bite me.

Laurent's sharp teeth followed the plea. Pinching his skin, drawing a small trace of blood that he could feel flow down his neck. Laurent's rough tongue met it in the middle, leaving a warm trail in its wake. Larry's eyes rolled back when a deep groan was sounded in his mind, swallowing his being whole in a tight elevator. Larry flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, biting it hard when Laurent growled deep enough to scare the other passengers.

"D-does this mean I can watch?" he asked, voice high on the adrenaline of receiving his mates attention.

Laurent gave him a smile with too many teeth. Something that should have scared the human but only flamed the feelings bubbling in his stomach.

"I shall always make your wish come true, my love."