The fallen

Six weeks before Martin stretched his neck. Passing from the human world to the underworld always left him sore muscles and a heavy head but he couldn't usually do else than ignore the feeling, readjust the iron mask in his face and start to walk. Within him there was always the hope that with time he could eventually stop having that bad headaches after the travel. Still, even two centuries didn't seem long enough for that to happen. In front of him the doors of the palace were already open. Bad sign Sighing he passed the entrance, already aware that in his studio the Master was waiting for him and definitely wouldn't be happy after receiving the news he was bringing him, if he didn't know already. Although he wanted the path through the castle to be as long as possible, that day it all seemed much shorter than usual. Almost as the hallways shrinked... The Master must have been in a great hurry to talk to him if the layout of the mansion began to change and - if two hundred years of servitude had taught him something - a demon could never be in a hurry unless he was deeply enraged. A big lump had formed in his throat once he was standing right in front of the entrance doors of the office. A hand was raised in order to knock but the office door opened right before his knuckles could touch the wood. As soon as he met the gaze of the black-eyed demon who was sitting behind his desk he felt his knees start trembling in fear. He was definitely aware of the news and was obviously not happy about them. He could feel the last shred of hope he had in his body shatter. " You're late." His voice camp out like a low, velvety growl. Martin opened his mouth to apologize but was immediately silenced by a gesture of the demon. "... and it does not seem to me that you have managed to enlarge my army or, in general, to achieve any goal in any way possible." Seeing how the demon rose from his chair, the human took instinctively a step back. Martin never thought he could have called himself short but the demon definitely was some inches taller that him. " I really hope you realize how I can't afford to own any ineffective employees..." Martin quickly suppressed the rising thought that he has been his only employee since he had known him, focusing rather on trying to understand what the demon could have been wanting to do. His neck was hurting because of the odd position he was forcing himself to maintain in order to look at the demon in the eyes. The Duke continued to speak as he moved toward him. Martin began to recoil. He was terrifying, but the human couldn’t deny the shiver that ran through his spine seeing that predatory look in his master's eyes. Terrifying, but still full of that unnatural grace that could make even the most pious fall in temptation. His pale face, the sharp traits, the eyes black as the death of a star, all of that made the demon as deadly as irresistible. "Sir, I’ve done all I can, but in so little time..." The Duke growled, drawing nearer to Martin, who by now had his back against the wall. He could clearly feel the demon's breath on his lips. God, he was really close. Slowly, the duke wrapped a hand around his neck, without applying the slightest pressure, but letting the nails pass on the skin. The threat was obvious. His pulse quickened as he tried to keep his composure. He licked his lips to moisture them, feeling them incredibly dry. The cold skin of his Master made his own feel like he was on fire. "You better choose your words wisely" "S-sir, I don’t have enough time to finish..." Simply wonderful. He couldn't stop himself from making a small grimace under the mask. Of all the excuses, he chose the worst one. After all, how could an immortal demon have any idea about how time could work for humans? Suddenly the demon’s eyes widened with surprise. Then he bent over and inhaled deeply near his neck. In a second he was struck by his master's distinctive perfume of wood, ink and burnt. Martin held his breath, not knowing exactly what to do. The demon’s incredibly cold body was merely within inches of his own, leaving him only to savor the real temperature of that skin. Then the Duke broke away, returning to look him in the face. He almost looked more pale than before. "Did you meet any of my brothers coming here?" Martin stood, confused, looking at him for a few seconds, almost not understanding the question. The demon growled annoyed by the lack of response, tightening just the grip on the neck. "I said-" "No, no, i didn't meet any of your brothers" Martin answered quickly. The last thing that he would want was to meet the other infernal dukes. His master’s black eyes were still on his own, looking for anything that could betray the lie. Martin held his breath. Then he stepped back, taking his hand off his neck. "Strange, you smell like of them..." As the demon gave him a bit of space, Martin started to massage the neck. For a second he almost seemed to see a sliver of worry crossing the gaze of the other one. But, he reminded himself, the demon already rarely showed empathy, thinking he might feel something like worry simply impossible. In a couple of seconds he found the demon already sitting calmly at his desk again studying some documents. "You are discharged" The order came out cold and decisive, beside the usual bite it still remained an order. The human nodded swiftly while walking away from the office trying his best to remain calm despite his heart frantically beating inside of his chest. Present day Martin moaned softly feeling as the other slipped in again, incredibly slowly, enough to tease him with the friction, but not enough to let him feel real pleasure. His arms contracted, trying to free themselves from the handcuffs that kept them behind his back. A small annoyed sound escaped his lips. He wanted to dig his nails into the bed for how frustrated he was. God, that man was killing him. "You know what you have to do..." The man behind him spoke calmly as he took himself out once again until the tip, to them enter again at that slow rythm. Martin closed his eyes, biting his tongue, trying to resist the urge to plead. At least, bended on the bed like that he had not to face the grinning face of the other. Still, the feeling of the hips of the other connecting to his, as he took all the man had to give, made his head spin. "Just say it and it will all be over..." A sweet shock run down Martin's spine and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt the other pressed the right point inside of him. The other man chuckled and did it again, slightly increasing the speed, but always keeping it low enough to make the other squirm trying to get more stimulation. As the man saw that, he quickly the other put his hands on Martin's hips, preventing him from meeting his thrusts. The other made a disappointment sound, but didn't try to move anymore. He just needed a bit more... Just a bit more and he would fall in pieces. "Oh, come on..." The man smiled and tightened his grip on his hips. Martin seemed ready to cry, his black hair scattered on his mask, his eyes closed shut in a grimace of pain and pleasure. With his head pressed against the mattress there was no way to hide it from the other man. A trembling "god" escaped his lips as the other went even deeper than before. The idea of what he could have had made him almost sob, the promise of such a sweet reward near enough for him to see it, but just out of reach. "You know what to say..." His resolution was slowly slipping away, all his skin tingling with electricity, in his mouth the taste of an orgasm that he couldn't reach. He could sense a knot forming in his stomach, his nerves on fire under the slow but incessant movements of the other. He needed just a bit more... "Come on, just..." "Say it" "Oh, please, just f**k me will you?" He sobbed, squirming under the other, desperate for some more. After a moment of pause, the other started to move with more decisions, making him open his mouth in the bliss. All the pleasure he was denied before was dashing on his like a wave. All the control that the other man had shown until that point, was completely gone, as he roughly slammed himself in the other. It was so sweet Martin could taste the feeling on his tongue, all the nerves in his body aflame with the pure pleasure running in them as the rhythmic thrusts of the other man now hit just the right spot. Pleads spilled from his lips before he could even think to stop himself. That was too good to finish. He swore under his breath that if the other stoped again to move, he would have probably killed him. The other man made a breathless laugh behind him, never stopping his movements. "Now, you shouldn't threaten your master, should you?" The Duke's cold hand slipped in his hair, forcing his head up from the cushions. The man let out a small sound of what could have been surprise, but that quickly was lost in the rest of the pleasure. The Duke drank the sight of the other, as his muscles tensed up, trying to grasp a climax that was just outside their reach. "Or i might decide to stop..." Martin shook desperately his head. Tears already started streaming down his cheeks under that mask as the smell of a new wave of desperation hit the demon. It was so primal that was probably one of the purest he have ever felt. The taste of it washed over him leaving him tingling with pleasure. The human obviously didn't know, but was testing his self-control. "No! Please! I-I'm sorry!" His slave was sobbing. The demon smiled, as his movements got more and more instinctive. Even if he would have loved keeping the human in such a state for much longer, he couldn't keep himself from simply pushing himself inside the other. It was perfect. The walls of the other twitching around him, the rising temperature of the human under him, the taste of the urgency and despair of the man making all his nerves tingle. He looked at the other, seeing as his slave's eyes close as he reached his maximum, quickly followed by the Duke, who just slammed himself inside the other and came with a low growl.