The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 18: Deep truths

When we got to the restaurant, I raced to the chair beside Melissa before Jake could take it and sat down. The two brothers sat opposite, and I wondered if it was worse facing directly opposite Hunter’s damningly beautiful face.

More than once I looked at Hunter that in the end he asked, “what are you staring at?”

I blushed hard, “I’m not,” I snapped defensively.

“Yes, you f*****g are,” he growled back.

Jake cut in, “guys, stop arguing and just get to the f*****g already.”

We both glared at Jake whose only response was to grin and waggle his eyebrows.

Melissa dropped her phone on the floor and Hunter picked it up and gave it to her.

“Thank you,” she blushed.

Hunter smiled, “you’re welcome.”

I rarely saw Hunter smile, but I could hardly blame him, Melissa looked stunning in a tight short black dress, high heels and her perfect makeup done with her signature cat eye.

She wore a bold red lip and her blonde hair was softly curled and ran down almost to her stomach.

She had dressed up for Jake, but clearly she had drawn the attention of both brothers as I couldn’t ever recall Hunter speaking more than two words to Melissa, except the time he wanted to torment me saying how he would only protect Melissa and kissed her.

I suddenly blushed remembering this because that would mean he already knew how attracted I was to him, screw that, I needed to change that, so he couldn’t use it against me.

I purposely refused to look at him for the rest of the evening and only spoke to Melissa and Jake, which was pretty usual anyway seeing as Hunter rarely spoke to me.

It was getting dark outside when we left the restaurant, and saying goodbye, Jake spoke up, “Hunter’s going back with you tonight.”

Both Hunter and me looked at Jake. “What? No, why?” I asked.

“Me and Melissa both agree you need someone to protect you just in case the queen finds her way back…and she will.”

When I looked at Melissa she had the face on that I knew no amount of arguing or pleading would make her change her mind.

I didn’t bother trying and gave Melissa a hug, I hugged Jake too but slapped his arm when he kissed me on the lips.

“Babe, you know I love it when you get all kinky,” he grinned, I slapped him again, and rolling my eyes, walked off.

When Hunter didn’t follow, I turned back to see him saying goodbye to Jake and gently kiss Melissa on the cheek, of course, Jake just had to say something.

“Come on, brother, she deserves a better kiss than that.”

Hunter raised his eyebrows and I knew that what the counselor had said had gotten to him because he asked Melissa, “can I kiss you?”

When Melissa looked at me, I laughed, “go for it, trust me I don’t want him,” I was lying through my teeth, but I didn’t want Hunter knowing any of my weaknesses, especially that one.

I forced myself to look unbothered when Hunter leaned down and kissed Melissa, I told myself I didn’t care that he was kissing my stunningly beautiful friend, very passionately, and long and definitely lots of tongue, Pfft, I really didn’t care.

Jake looked excited, which was normal for him and Melissa’s red lipstick was now smeared off and on Hunter’s lips. When he came over to me, I snorted at him, “might want to wipe the lipstick off your face.”

I spun around and walked off knowing I would be completely alone with Hunter.

As we grew nearer to my home I became more flustered thinking about it, I fumbled around for my keys when we finally reached my door, I dropped them on the floor and tried to ignore Hunter’s silent self watching me. I should start calling him Michael Myers.

I finally managed to open the door and then went sprawling to the floor hard when I tripped over the doorstep. Hunter stood beside me and asked, “do you want me to help you up?”

“No,” I snapped from embarrassment. He gave a nod and stepped over me and into the living room, asshole.

I got back onto my feet and shut the front door that he had left open. Even with my annoyance towards him, I couldn’t stop myself from being polite. “Would you like a drink or anything?”

“No.”

I rolled my eyes at his blunt response. Hunter was sat down on my sofa, and it felt too quiet and awkward to sit with him. “I’m going to bed.”

I went into my room to change into my pajamas and grabbed a spare blanket and pillow. Heading back out to Hunter, I saw him raise an eyebrow.

“Do you like dressing as a little girl?” He asked.

“Huh?” I looked down at my top with two wolf puppies on it and blushed, “no!” I threw the covers and pillow at him and stormed off to bed.

I didn’t know what Hunter was doing and didn’t care, I slid down into my covers with my mind racing, first the stupid bow and now the puppies, Melissa was obviously the more mature and experienced of us two, hence why she got their attention in the right way resulting in kisses by them both, while I was spoken to like some pathetic child, I rolled my eyes and surprisingly fell asleep quickly.

I had the same dream again about the queen and woke up covered in sweat and screaming. Hunter came into the room, and quickly grabbing me, he shook me out of my dream.

“Destiny, wake up.”

I looked up at him panting and sweating, tears still wet on my face. “I’m sorry, just a bad dream,” I breathed.

“No need to apologise,” he said and added, “are you ok now?”

When I nodded, he left me alone again. For the next few days, with Melissa and Jake all loved up at Melissa’s place, I didn’t have anything to do, I hid most of the time in my bedroom, only coming out to eat.

When I came out the third night, Hunter was as usual, sat watching my tv like it was some foreign device with real tiny people inside.

“You’ve become obsessed with that thing.”

He didn’t look away from the screen when he answered, “it’s so weird you can see all of this when it was done somewhere else and at a different time.”

I laughed at he’s naïveté of the world and asked, “is pizza ok for dinner? I’m not a great cook.”

He only nodded in response. I checked the freezer but didn’t have any store bought pizza, so I ordered some instead.

When the doorbell rang, Hunter answered before I could. The pizza guy handed him the pizza, staring at Hunter like he was in love, I didn’t blame him.

Before Hunter could close the door, the pizza guy decided to be brave and straightening his glasses he asked, “are you into guys by any chance? I know this is extremely forward of me, but I’d love to take you out on a date.”

The pizza guy was practically shaking with nerves and blushing furiously. Hunter frowned at him and mumbled, “wrong brother,” and shut the door on him.

I wanted to torment Hunter for all the name-calling he had given me, so I quickly opened the door again. “I’m so sorry, this is my roommate Hunter, he is very shy, but he would love to go on a date with you if you give us your number.”

Hunter looked at me and narrowed his eyes, knowing what I was doing. While the guy grinning quickly wrote down his number, I saw a look of determination on Hunter’s face before he became unreadable again.

I didn’t understand the look until he took the number from the pizza guy and leaning down kissed him on the lips, “see you soon good-looking.” He walked into the kitchen with the food, while pizza guy blushed hard and I looked shocked. Was he into men too? I didn’t know. I followed him into the kitchen and asked, “are you into men too?”

His voice was cold and neutral as always when he answered, “demons are into any gender, it doesn’t matter, some prefer one gender more than the other, but most, especially incubus demons like my brother, don’t care what you are.”

“Do you have a preference?” I asked.

“I prefer females, but s*x is s*x, so it doesn’t matter.”

I was shocked at how open he was being, and I wanted to ask as much as I could before he clammed up again.

“You have s*x down in hell?”

He turned to look at me then. “Why do you want to know?”

I shrugged, trying to act indifferent. “I’m just curious how it works down there.”

He turned back to the pizza he was dishing up, “demons like myself that deal with torture don’t have s*x, but others like my brother do.”

“So if you’re not an incubus down there, then you never have s*x? You’re all virgins?” My virgin comment caught him off guard while he was drinking Pepsi from his glass, and he almost spluttered his drink everywhere.

He put the cup down and finally gave me his attention. “Um, no, we can have s*x if we wish to, but it’s not as often.”

We took our food into the living room and sitting down, I carried on, “so who do you have s*x with? Another demon?”

“Yes, usually the succubi, incubi, or the queen, most of the time it’s a reward for doing something well.”

“Your brother said you rarely if ever come.”

Again my words caught him off guard and he almost choked on the pizza.

“Are you always this f*****g blunt and personal?” He snapped.

“Sorry, I really am curious. Is it true?”

He sighed, “yes, I’m not made like my brother, I wasn’t created for s*x, I was created for torture—“

I cut him off, “wait, you’re fallen angels which means you were angels in heaven once, surely you weren’t created for that stuff?”

He shook his head at me like I were a child, “we were cursed like I said before, and then Lucifer added some of his own tricks to us, not difficult for him as he both watched and helped God create angels and humans.”

I nodded in understanding but also fascination.

“So I’m guessing the queen would make you have s*x with her in hell sometimes?” He nodded, but didn’t elaborate.

“Does she always make you come?” I didn’t know where my courage to ask such outrageous questions came from, but I wanted to ask what I could before my courage disappeared. He looked almost flustered with the questions, and I found it cute.

“Umm, no, usually not.”

“But she’s a succubus, and a queen succubus at that.”

He shrugged. “Again, I’m not really made for s*x, I feel the pleasure, but I don’t get turned on as intensely as my brother or the queen or even humans.”

My eyebrows rose at that. “So, does that mean you can happily live without ever having s*x?”

He nodded, and I felt almost disappointed.

“But you did come with me,” that time I did blush. He didn’t break eye contact when, with that matter of fact tone, he said, “yes because the queen made sure to keep me away from s*x for a long while, and you’re also the tightest female I’ve ever been with.”

“I suppose there’s not too many virgins down in hell,” I half joked.

“There are some, but they’re not virgins for long.”

I looked at him in surprise, “have you slept with a virgin in hell?”

He grew uncomfortable with the question, I could tell because he became even more cold and devoid of emotion. “I wouldn’t quite call it that, but yes, I’ve had s*x with virgins.”

Now I was intrigued. “What do you mean, you wouldn’t call it that?”

He ignored me and took a bite of the pizza.

“Hunter, what do you mean?”

He stopped eating and looked at me, “my job is to torture people Destiny, what do you think it means.”

It wasn’t really said as a question but I answered anyway, “I don’t know? You torture and get rewarded with a virgin if you do a good job?”

He actually laughed at that, and it was sexy as hell and boyish sounding.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head, “nothing.”

I thought for a while trying to figure it out, and then it finally clicked and horror filled me at what he had been trying to say. “Oh, you mean part of the torture in hell is to…rape them?”

“Destiny, I really don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He went back to eating the pizza, and I knew that answer meant yes. Was I insane? Because I grew a little wet at the thought of him dominating me, forcing himself on me, of course in my mind I was feeling nothing but pleasure, maybe a little pain in a good way.

I didn’t realize I was acting bashful and weird until Hunter asked me, “why are you acting all shy now?”

I blushed harder and mumbled, “I’m not,” then I ran from the room and into my own.

Was it the queen who had screwed with my head or had she simply drawn out my darkest fantasies that had always been there? I didn’t know.

I was getting into my pajamas and just pulled up my trousers when Hunter came into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m sleeping with you, there’s no point sleeping out there when you wake me up every night and I have to come in here to wake you anyway.”

He had a point, and I was secretly glad, I didn’t like sleeping alone with these nightmares.