Chaos: Season Two, Episode One (Demon Gate Series Book 10)
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“You like this, baby?” I asked, knowing full well he was lost in nothing but ecstasy.
“Ahhhh, fuuuck, yeah. I love it,” Brian moaned, and when he opened his eyes, that pretty aqua green settled on me, I couldn’t help myself. I had to kiss him again. I loved the feel of his hands running through my hair and over my skin. Our Agotos demanded this as much as we did, this union. It would only intensify once Andre joined us. Shit, I wondered what was taking him so long.
Chapter Three
Andre
My cock was hard as stone at the moment. I really didn’t need Raphael calling and telling me that he and Brian were fucking and they needed me. Now, it was all I was thinking about and I needed to wrap up this meeting as quickly as possible. I had my ADA and my assistant with me. We worked cases together, but he went to trial. I wasn’t trusted in court, probably because the judge felt that my very presence would be too influencing. They didn’t even know about my ability to manipulate a person’s mind. Anyway, both of them were fine with me being a demon on account that I had saved their lives. They were husband and wife and the first week after the Rising, the reveal that demons were real happened, then all hell broke loose.
Miranda and Mitchell… yeah, I couldn’t make that up. That was their names. Anyway, they were leaving work when a demon jumped out at them on the way to their car. All yellow eyes, fangs, and claws, and bragging about what he was going to do to them. The couple nearly pissed themselves, but when Mitchell stood in front of his wife, putting himself between her and imminent death, I couldn’t help but respect that. Before the demon could make good on his plans, I popped up behind him, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him back into the shadows where I fed on his soul.
When I returned to them, they were still in shock. Stunned that they’d seen a real-life demon and probably because they were still alive. Once we exchanged words and I had explained to them that I was also a demon and not all demons were evil, we had an understanding. I say that like it was just a short conversation in the parking lot. It wasn’t. It was hours of questions and answers before they even felt comfortable coming back to work the next day. It was good we had that discussion in my office. After they returned to work, it was weeks of more questions. Some I had answers to, others I didn’t. However, I had made them comfortable enough to trust me, and that was a start in the right direction.
As the months progressed with more demons showing their asses while others kicked them, more and more of a shaky trust between our side and the humans’ grew. But that wasn’t to say that everything was hunky-dory. Shit was still going down every day. And human prejudices against demons were apparent. Couldn’t really blame them. If I wasn’t a demon myself, I wouldn’t want shit to do with them either. Most humans wanted to avoid all demons, and for good reason. You didn’t know who was out to kill you and who wasn’t.
Building a trust that would outlast the chaos between humans and demons was Adriel’s objective. Maybe if that could be successful, we could have a world that was almost as normal as it used to be. Anyway, I digress. I was glad to have two people willing to work with me in the office. They made me feel like I used to before they knew I was a demon. Also, they made me feel cool to be a demon by asking me to use my powers, like teleportation. They normalized me and for that, I was grateful to them.
“So, any more questions? And if so, can they wait until tomorrow?” I asked, looking at the couple.
Mitchell shifted some files in his hand as his eyes scanned over the content. “I think that’s everything. If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.”
“I have a question,” Miranda said.
“What?”
Her husband turned to her. “Is this about what we were talking about last night?” he asked.
She nodded, then gave me an apprehensive expression, as if she were afraid to ask me the question. Now, I was certain it was demon related.
“Is it about me or about demons in general?” I asked.
“Are the bad ones dead yet?” she asked.
I sighed, because that was the eternal question. “No, unfortunately. The threat is out there and we’re fighting every day. Even when I leave here, I have to patrol. But we’re doing everything we can to protect all of you. You have to believe that not all demons are ruthless killers who want to see hell reign on earth. And those who do are being killed by those like me. You all know my sister is human, hell, I was human a few months ago. I love this world and don’t want it destroyed. Just stay safe, okay?”
They looked at each other, then back to me and nodded. “We know. We trust you, Andre. And don’t worry, we’ll stay safe.”
I nodded. I allowed them both to use my first name to help ease them to the fact that I was a demon. They only called me “Mr. Jackson” in public as a show of respect. Or by my title of District Prosecutor. “Remember, don’t try to go home tonight. Stay here, it’s protected.”
A lot of the public and private businesses protected by Adriel were warded off from those loyal to Katashniel. This way, none of his demons could enter. Their home was warded too, but it was getting home that was tricky. Carjacking had gone up, not to mention your run-of-the-mill strong-armed robberies. Rapes had gone up, along with murder. And this was just regular fucking humans. It was like the fact that demons existed had given some people the idea that being evil was trendy. I wondered how much was demonic influence and how much was just humans releasing their inhibitions. It was far easier to travel during the day than at night for some reason. I figured those looking for a party really loved to do it at night when it was harder to see what the fuck was going on. I looked at Mitchell, because he had a look on his face that seemed like he might be foolish and try to go home. I needed to reiterate how stupid that would be. “I mean it, Mitchell, don’t try to go home.”
“Oh, believe me, we weren’t going to try to go home tonight,” Mitchell said. “I just hate sleeping in the office.”
“Me too, but we will,” Miranda added.
“Good. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll be back in the morning.” I pointed to the sofa against the wall. “That lets out, and it is pretty comfortable for a sleeper, so use my office tonight.”
Both looked at the sofa and smirked. “My back is going to feel that shit in the morning,” Mitchell said.
I laughed. “Better than the bench in your office. All right, catch you two tomorrow.”
“Only slightly.”
We laughed and they said their goodbyes before I teleported.
They’d seen me teleport quite often and were used to it by this point, not that it didn’t amaze them each and every time. I’d hear about it the next time they saw me. The first few times I did it, they had plenty of questions, like how did it feel and could I take them with me. Shit like that. Again, I was always forthcoming because that was an important part of establishing trust. Honestly, I wished I didn’t have to explain my demonic abilities to anyone, but the world would never be like it once was. We all had to adjust.
I ended up in the bedroom I shared with my mates. Man, what a beautiful sight to pop in on. Immediately, I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Brian was on his stomach, ass pushed out, with Raphael’s face buried between his cheeks. By the moans Brian was purring out, I knew Raphael was tonging his hole with extreme abandon and skill. Even I had to admit, he was better at rimming than I was, and I took a lot of pride in eating the booty like groceries. I guessed that was what three centuries of fucking would get you.
I stripped out of my clothes so fucking fast, you would have thought I was being timed in a getting buck-naked competition. My cock was free and dying for some action. I made certain to wear my leather chest harness under my suit. Mainly, because I knew it turned Brian on just as much as me wearing the suit while fucking him did. I loved his kinky side. I just had to accept the fact that Raphael loved to hold onto it while he fucked me as well. I still wasn’t a hundred percent on board with being dominated by him. I… I don’t kn
ow. I couldn’t deny that I came hard when he did. I was just not ready to admit our dynamic was right where it needed to be. I thought I’d feel better if I got a chance to fuck Raphael once in a while.
I once caught Brian and him fucking. Raphael was taking it like a champ and they both looked so fucking hot. I’d never seen Raphael bottom before, and I wondered why Brian got the honors and not me. Was it because I was too dominant, where I … well, he was all alpha, but he didn’t mind being a beta either. I personally felt if Raphael were to let me slip my cock inside his tight hole, then, and only then, I would feel like our triumvirate was complete.
I put the thought aside and climbed into the bed with my two lovers, because that was what we were and would always be. That part, I had accepted. I grabbed a handful of Brian’s gorgeous dark locks and pulled his head back, making sure to add a bit of strain on his neck and shoulder muscles. He needed to feel that. To know I was about to claim him.
“You’re making an awful lot of racket, boy. Maybe this will shut you the fuck up,” I snarled, then shoved my big, thick cock that he loved so much down his throat. I moaned as he wrapped his lips around me as if it were instinct for him. I swore if you would have told me the pussy pounder he was, shit… almost eight months ago, would be sucking dick like a pro today, I wouldn’t have believed you. But here we were and I loved it. Well, between these walls, our world was normal, so I loved it.
I made sure to pump my hips against his face as he sucked, licked, and slurped on my meat. I loved watching him do it, too. He was mine… well, mine and Raphael’s. I did appreciate the moments when Raphael would leave Brian and me to ourselves when we were in my playroom. The room was much bigger than what I had before, and I’d been able to buy more pieces of furniture for it since moving in. Furniture that I pleasurably tortured Brian on and denied him orgasms to the point he was begging me for release. Of course, I was a good Dom… I let him come in my palm or in my mouth, just like I was going to do right now.
I looked down, and after seeing his cock so hard and purple, I knew he was going to explode in any minute. “I want to sixty-nine him,” I said.
Raphael understood and pulled back. His lips, chin, and jaw were covered in saliva, which was a good mark of a rim job done to perfection. If the lower half of your face wasn’t messy, you were doing it wrong. Get your pansy ass out the way and let a real man have at that ass, was what I would say.
Brian sat up, and that was when I slipped in beneath him, making sure to line our cocks up with our mouths. As soon as I took him between my lips, I felt his mouth back on my cock. By Brian’s more frantic moans, I knew Raphael had his tongue in his ass again. Fuck yeah, this was what I called having a good-ass time. I wasn’t going to blow my load in Brian’s mouth. Naw, I wanted to shoot my seed in his guts, but I was greedily sucking his dick because I wanted what was in his balls so damned badly. I loved how he tasted, and maybe even the Agoto inside of me loved the taste of his mate’s cum too. I knew its disgusting tendrils were in every part of my being, especially in my tongue.
Raphael said it was because we needed to be able to connect with our mate sexually that way. At first, I was thoroughly grossed out by it, but now I was used to it. And if it made Brian cry out like he was doing right now, then it was worth it. I also liked how I could make Raphael’s knees weak when I sucked him off. It was good to know that he wasn’t always a pillar of strength. Not when his cock was in our mouths.
Another drop of precum dripped onto my tongue as I lapped along Brian’s rigid shaft, and it tasted fantastic. When I felt his dick get even fatter, I knew he was about to unload. He had better not take my cock out of his mouth until I tell him to, I knew that much. He began growling around my meat, moaning and groaning, and the sensation of his verbal vibrations only added to my pleasure. Soon, he started filling my mouth with his creamy load. Oh, and what a glorious pent-up load it was. Shit, he must have been holding it in all day, because it was potent as fuck. I had to swallow quickly in order to keep up; I didn’t waste nature’s milk like some fucking lame ass cocksucker. Oh no, I swallowed and relished every single nourishing drop, and Brian seemed to go on forever. I think he went a full forty seconds, quivering and quaking on top of me while he came until finally, the last drop dribbled from his slit.
I pulled back and cleaned his dick off with my tongue, then scooted out from under him, just enough to look at his lips on my meat. “Damn, boy… were you holding that in your balls all day for your Master?” I knew he loved when I did my Dom shit. I would bet he hadn’t thought he’d be into this as much as he was a few months back. You never really knew what you liked until you tried it, I guessed. Oh wait, let me not fully give into that way of thinking. I sounded like Raphael right then in how he tries to convince me that I like being dominated by him. “Answer me, boy.”
Brian pulled my cock from his mouth, and I felt the coolness of the air on my flesh thanks to his spit. “Yes, sir. I knew you’d be upset if I spilled that load in my pants or down some toilet somewhere.”
I laughed, because having an orgasm in your pants for an Agoto was almost unavoidable depending on who and what you fed on. But still, I punished him for it anyway on some days when we both needed to relieve stress from dealing with a fucked up day. Now, shooting his load down a toilet would certainly put me on edge and earn him a well-deserved spanking with a crop.
“You’re damn right I would have been. You did the right thing and made me proud, boy,” I said as I gently stroked his strong jawline. Damn, he was fine as fuck. I had always felt that way about him. I remembered thinking it was a shame he only fucked women back when I’d first met him, because I’d have loved to take him for a spin. Never thought this day would come. I was just happy my sister never shared her bed with him or this union would have been awkward as hell.
“I’ve got him nice and wet for you,” Raphael said, sitting back on his heels and wiping his own spit from his face.
“Let me taste him,” I growled, then I climbed out from under Brian completely and onto my knees so I could kiss Raphael. As soon as our lips and tongues touched, I could taste Brian on him. This was just another way we shared our mate. Raphael’s hands roamed over my body, settling on my ass, where he gave each cheek a nice, firm squeeze.
“I love your ass,” he purred once I pulled away.
“Don’t get carried away in it,” I stated.
He arched both eyebrows. “Oh, believe me, I will.”
“Ugh!” I huffed, then shoved him back a little so I could get to Brian’s hungry hole. I knew he was ravenous for my cock, or hell, even Raphael’s cock, because he was poking that fine ass out for either one of us to claim. My god, I still couldn’t believe this was the same man who thought he was funny and clever with his anti-gay jokes that night. Could I introduce that Brian to this one? I wondered what the two would talk about.
I laughed to myself at my own thoughts and didn’t bother to explain when Brian tossed me a confused look. “Eyes front, boy,” I commanded, and he quickly obeyed. I smirked, because he was cute as hell. I ran my fingertips down the length of his back, making him tremble from the sensation. When I got to his plump cheeks, I slapped both mounds of flesh. He jerked from the sting, but I knew he desired it… especially since he released a soft moan afterward. I smacked his butt again and cocked an eyebrow at the effect. “Yeeeeah, I love to watch your booty meat ripple, boy.”
“Please, spank me again, sir,” Brian begged, then wiggled his ass for me.
Raphael laughed. “As lovely as this is, my cock is hard and I’m going to put it in one of your asses, so… let’s keep this moving. We have patrolling to do.”
“Way to ruin the fucking moment, Raphael,” I snapped.
“The moment isn’t ruined. Slap his ass a few more times, get your booty ripples in, and then put your cock in him. That’s what he really wants right now,” Raphael countered.
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. We really were pushing it with the
oral sex, but the teasing I was doing was wasting time. We did have work to do. I got lost in giving Brian pleasure in all its forms. I just relished the looks on his face when I knew he was enjoying what I was doing to him. I decided to move it along and slapped his ass one more time for good measure. I did smile when I saw his flesh ripple, all that powerful ass muscle moving like a wave beneath his smooth, tanned, Latin skin. I spread his cheeks wide to get a peek as his dark, wrinkled asshole. Such a thing of beauty in and of itself. It was still wet with Raphael’s spit and ready for what I was about to give it.
I aimed my cock at his hole and pushed inside. I knew once I breached his ring, all the pain of stretching would fade away, so I just did it. Brian yelped and hissed, but as I slid the length of my cock deeper, he began to moan in ecstasy just like I knew he would.
“Aaaahhhhh yeeaaahhh,” I growled as I felt myself surrounded by his heat and tightness. Jesus Christ, this was heaven. I’d had my fair share of hot boys over the years, but not one could compare to Brian in the least. I was sure some of that was credited to the Agoto, but a lot was just because of Brian.
I began to pump my hips against him, really nailing his prostate. I knew exactly how he liked to be fucked. How to prolong his pleasure, how to make him scream my name. All things an excellent Dom would know about his boy. I worked up a nice rhythm that had my own body humming in ecstasy. I was in my own little world when my eyes shot open as Raphael pressed himself against me.
I turned my head. “Do you want me to move Brian so you can fuck him too? A double fuck?” I asked, hoping to persuade him. I mean, when we fucked Brian together, not one of us could deny that it wasn’t the most intense sex we’ve ever had. We always came too quickly, it wasn’t even flattering or funny, but damn if it wasn’t fan-fucking-tastic.
Raphael snorted. “Bend over,” he said, not taking my bait.
Shit, I knew he would do this. Asshole loved to rub it in that I liked his cock inside of me. Oh wait… ummm, not like-like… but I just couldn’t help it.