Make Us (Book 2 of Make Me)

Chapter 2

Adorable.

He swallowed a little, trying to stop his mind from suggestion ideas, that the boy probably wasn't ready for yet. He wanted to be patient and gentle to Seth, yet anytime he could have a glance at the limitless masochism the boy embodied, every nerve in his body ached to feel his skin between his teeth, and his blood on his tongue.

"Are you excited to have my soul?" Seth's sudden change of topic caught him off-guard, but it didn't show on his face for more the a split second. For a little while, he was silent; searching for the right way to reply... A way that won't scare his love, however the truth was indeed frightening. He had waited to have Seth for long years now, and every inch of his body, even at this very moment, wished to take him back to hell, and make him his in ways it wasn't possible in the mortal world, nor could he explain it with human terms. He wanted to see the boy, wandering the hallways of his castle, all beautiful, and exclusively his, far away from all the angels and demons that wished a piece of him too.

He was aching to dress him in all the designer clothes he had prepared for his arrival, to finally give Seth a home, not just empty, dead apartments, that they left in a week or two always.

Chapter 3-02

A place, where Seth's restless mind, would finally only pay attention to him, and him alone, instead of his enemies, plans and worries... Where he could be himself, and show the boy, who he was fully...

He wanted to own Seth, defeat him again and again, then have him sleep next to him, unbothered by nightmares or the terrors of his past.

But how does one say that, without sounding like a ravenous, impatient predator?

"Excitement, isn't a fitting word for what I feel... But I'm afraid, humans haven't invented anything that could describe this urge" despite the mild wording, both of them could clearly touch the weight of that sentence. Seth's lips parted ever so slightly, seemingly mesmorized by the other man, even though he couldn't see his face at the moment. It wasn't rare, that each other's mere presence was too heavy to bare for them, and Jude enjoyed each and every moment, when he could feel that Seth was overwhelmed with him. Overwhelemed to a point, that he had no choice, but to only think about Jude, and only acknowledge him, and him alone.

"How do you paint such horrifying things, so beautiful?" the boy breathed out, with defeated calmness.

The demon smiled, as if carrying a secret that cannot ever be told, and glanced down at the sketched portrait of his sleeping face.

"I could ask the same"

And it was true for both of them... They've very well seen the worst in each other, and somehow managed to fall in love with those parts. The darkness, that lingered around both of their lives, and which consumed their mind so unstoppably. Though Seth was never an angel, Jude always felt like, he made him a fallen... He saw a boy, dancing on the very edge of the cliff of reason, and he couldn't resist to push and jump with him into the darkness. He always thought, Seth belonged to hell more than anyone else, but not as a punishment. Just... Seth seemed to be the very essence of what hell meant and was. Chaotic, sorrowful anger. Even the parts of the boy, that urged him to the right things, were sins, like pride and wrath.

The demon broke their hypnotic state with a small kiss to the other's neck, and rose to his full height.

"Why don't we have breakfast, dear?" he offered quietly, and Seth replied with nothing but a nod, also standing up to accompany his mate to the kitchen. Neither of them ate dinner yesterday... They meant to but, it's hard to concentrate on cooking, when Seth is sitting on the counter.

Jude smiled under his nose, as they stepped into the small kitchen area, and he lifted Seth's boxers off of the counter-top, sending a knowing look towards the other.

"Shut up"

"I didn't say a word" the demon defended with a sly smile.

"I can hear your... smile" With that final, and very understandable sentence, Seth fell on the couch, waiting for the other to cook something for him, like a nobleman, and Jude obliged without a word.

"I was thinking, we could visit Lucifer" he blurted out, not turning towards the boy, as he prepared the ingredients he needed for the omlett.

"And why exactly would we do that?" judging from how sharp and unsettled Seth's voice became, it wasn't hard to guess, what he thought about the idea in general, but that didn't stop the demon from continuing. He was, after all, great at convincing people.

"We haven't seen him in a while, now have we?"

"You don't even like him"

"If I wouldn't like him, he would be dead" he cleared that misunderstanding up quickly, and sighed. It was hard to explain, why he acted the way he did with Lucifer. As the prophecy proved more and more to be right, he didn't want to risk Lucifer's life once more... it was best to be cold, and distant, than to let himself get wrapped up in something, that could lead to the devil's doom... Lucifer was a lying, childish jerk, but he was the most loyal friend anyone could wish for, and though Jude never mentioned it, he was more than grateful for that.

"Your... wound is getting worse. Maybe he could-" Jude's words stopped suddenly, as he felt a pair of hands wrapping around his torso from behind. A dark, amused smile danced in the corner of his lips, as he recognized what his lover was doing...

Learned from the best, when it comes to avoiding topics...

"I don't wanna hear about it" Seth purred deeply, yet on a barely audible volume, while drawing small circles with his finger on Jude's chest.

"You are trying to take on my bad habits, I see" the demon chuckled, and despite having a hard time not turning around and f*****g his match right there, he pretended to be unbothered by the teasing touches, and continued cooking.

"I'm worried about you, is all. And Lucifer knows more about that dagger, than I do. Or the power, for that matter. He could help you co..cont-rol it." he could almost feel the grin on Seth's face, when his voice broke off for a second. It really wasn't his fault though, the boy didn't know when to stop, and his hands quickly travelled down to Jude's belt, and bellow that, tracing the obvious outline of a bulge.

Somewhere between anger, irritation, amusement and arousal, Jude was conflicted weather to f**k Seth senseless, or just punish him by continuing with the topic.

If only they were in hell...

"I want to visit your castle instead" Seth continued his coaxing.

"You are not going to visit that, until' you'll live in hell permanently." Jude stated what he had a thousand times before that, turning around and locking eyes with his sly little match, towering over the other's height by almost 2 heads. It was obvious Seth became less brave, now that they were face to face, but his pride didn't let him move, and the demon used that to his advantage, as always.

"Why is it so important to you, that I'm dead when we go there?"

For a silent second, Jude was just wearing an absent smile, but his eyes were twinkling with the same sinister darkness as always, as he leaned down almost touching lips with his boy.

"Because once I'll have you there..." he began, his threatening, soft words as if he was trying to get the other in bed "I'll lock all the doors... and never, ever let you out again..."

Seth swallowed so loud, Jude almost heard it echo in the room, but he repressed his amused smile as he watched the boy battle with his own emotions. It was adorable, seeing him trying to tell himself, he would hate be locked up with Jude, helpless and defenseless... and the further this appearant thought went in his head, the boy got redder and redder, obviously having a hard time to function. At times like this, the scar, the years, and the wicked, viscous things he had done, disappeared from his face, and he was nothing but a confused and tempted man, staring at the demon as if he had seen him for the first time.

Maybe he did... In a way. Seth had only seen glimpses of Jude's twisted and malicious side, but in hell, it was ought to get a little more complicated.

"I was joking, obviously" Jude broke the silence with a wide grin, even though he wasn't joking whatsoever. He ruffled Seth's hair a little, and turned back to the eggs he was busy cooking until' now.

"I'm glad we agree though. We shall visit Lucifer then" he closed the conversation, using that Seth had a hard time even breathing.

"d**k" the boy mumbled, turning away from him, and apparently stroming out of the room like an angry kindergartener.

"I love you too, honey!"

Chapter 4-01

Seth's POV:

"How unlikely... It feels like we had this dinner already, 5 years ago" Lucifer spoke up, pointing the light at the very obviously Deja Vu situation we had going on. All four of us looked up, Vixen and I connecting eyes first, with the same unfamiliar and cold indifference as ever, yet now there was something odd in her look...

She was unsure about me. Unsure of what I could do, or who I was.

I was unsure of that too, to be fair.

"Five years is not enough to call it history, and thus it won't repeat itself hopefully" a secretive smile appeared on my lips, as my gaze found Lucifer. Every nerve in my body rejected the thought of being here, with the devil, letting his mocking, amused gaze wonder on me, trying to observe and understand my motives, yet my smile was playful and calm. How I got used to lying as if it was second nature...

"But some things could occur again" Jude remarked in a tone that suggested to everyone, but mostly me, that he remembers this night for very different reasons, that we do.

It was my first time in hell, but it was also a few other first times, that's undeniable. Flashes of that night rushed through my veins, as if that deep bite would still be on my shoulders, my blood dripping off my skin slowly, as I kneeled in front of Jude. How I hated every minute of being so obedient... and how addicting that was. I had to swallow my saliva at the memories, and I gently touched my throat.

Lucifer chuckled a little, flashing his menacing eyes towards his friend, before, leading them back to me, opening his mouth with a knowing expression:

"We don't know, who's going to get lucky tonight, Jude... Maybe Seth needs something from me this time."

My jaw locked, but my smile remained, mostly out of pride. I didn't want to let Jude defend me, so I spoke the first words that crossed my mind.

"Elegant way of calling me a w***e, Lucifer."

"Everyone is a w***e, it's only a matter of what they are selling themselves for..." Jude intervined before the other man could've made another retort, and for a little while silence settled on the table, since no one really had the guts to go against Jude's "This topic is over, or I'll kill someone" tone.

"What's the reason you are here? I know you didn't come here to chit-chat with us at dinner, isn't that right Jude?" Lucifer spoke up, his tone more serious than before, almost bitter in a way.

"Do I need a reason?"

"Oh come on now" Lucifer chuckled at the fake innocence Jude tried to put up just now. I didn't speak, though I'm pretty sure I knew why we were here... or why Jude came here.

"We are on the run, Lucifer. I need some restful sleep, and a break"

Sometimes, it actually mesmerizes me, the way Jude lies. He makes it a point, to look in the other's eyes, and he becomes a little more serious than usual, speaking softly but with certainty. I can hear that he emphasised Lucifer's name, making him remember their bond, cruelly and coldly using it against the devil.

How vicious, my love is, and how I loved him despite this... Maybe even for it.

"Are you sure, there is nothing else, you wanted to ask of me?" Lucifer tilted his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows as if he didn't know the answer. Jude lied well, but his friend new him. He knew both of us enough, to know this wasn't the reason we appeared all of a sudden.

"If there would be anything else, it wouldn't be my place to bring it up... Speaking of which. I'm tired." he suddenly rose from his seat, and flashed a killer look towards Vixen, who shook instantly.

"Oh right... I am too" Miss coldness stood, her voice fake and obvious, and since I saw what they were getting at I sighed, and proceeded to join them.

"Let's go to sleep the-" I winced a little, as Jude gripped my shoulder and pushed me back down on my chair, with force that I would use to hold back a horse, not little ol' me. I shot a death-pan look up to him, but his expression didn't allow me to speak up, despite the fake smile he offered me.

"I think you aren't that exhausted yet, are you? " every inch of my body detected that little edge in those two last words, and so despite my want to defy him even now, I got my eyes off of him, and nodded with a locked jaw.

"Sleep tight" I murmured before they both left the dining room, and I was kept there to drown in the silence that settled between the devil and I.

My eyes didn't leave my bloodred wine, refusing the acknowledge my company in the slightest like a child, left to be told off by a grown-up. Not as if Lucifer would've been much more mature than I was.

"Show me" the order was clear and simple, and despite most people probably not understanding what he meant, I was more than sure what he referred to.

"I won't bring it out willin-" a sudden, sharp pain cut me short, and I forgot to breathe for a moment. My eyes slowly traveled down to my right shoulder, noticing a small knife sticking out of it, causing my lips to twitch into a violent smile.

"You son of a b***h" my growl felt alien to even me as if it wasn't my voice or my words, but the next thing I knew is that the table hit the nearest wall, all the meals and plates shattering on the ground, creating a chaotic mess of noises. I pulled the knife out of my shoulders, only to have to jump to my side, avoiding the next one.