Steam danced about the bathroom after Ryan had just finished with a quick shower. As night fell, he was having to rely on candle light, making it dim for him to prepare himself. He took an old fashioned razor, gliding it across his skin carefully. His hands were surprisingly steady. He titled his head back, taking the blade down his neck. It'd been a few days since he'd had a good shave. In fact, he was behind on most his self maintenance. His hair was starting to get long enough it could reach below his eye.

As he took a final sweep over his Adam's apple, he stopped at the bottom. Something in him made him freeze for a moment. He couldn't explain it, but it was as if for a split second, his body wasn't his own. A hand wrapped around his, being careful not to push the razor into his throat. Ryan felt the cold draft on his back disappear momentarily. The most sinful of lips lightly graced the edge of his ear.

"Ti sto aspettando. Sarai mia. Questa sera, si ball*."

The pressure against him left with a breeze. Ryan drew in a sharp breath, dropping his shaving razor in the sink. He looked up in foggy mirror, managing to see he was alone. There was no forgetting that voice. He knew it was Asher tempting him into a trap. This was idiotic. Letting a demon take advantage of him was something he never thought he'd do before. After all they'd done to him and Vinny in that dungeon, all those years ago, he would rather die than submit to one of those bastards again.

Yet, here he was. He wasn't just that he had no other choice. Part of him wanted this. He had no fucking clue why. Whether Asher knew it or not, Ryan did understand what he said. His Italian was rusty but he could make out enough to know he was about to give up more than just his energy for a night. In fact, this decision may alter the remainder of his life. It was the price he was willing to pay to save his family.

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Shae glanced over his shoulder when he heard footsteps behind him. He could recognize Ryan's cologne by now. That's why it didn't startle him in the least. He'd just finished letting Dusk have Tokyo for the evening. She would behave, knowing the consequences if she didn't. There was already a sense of darkness seeping out of her room. Passing by the door, Ryan could feel the grip of her evil grasp.

"The power dampeners in their rooms have been turned off." He said.

Ryan raised his hand to his neck as he remembered what had happened about ten minutes prior. "I know. I could tell."

Yuki whined a little in his sleep and snuggled his head against his husband's shoulder. Shae gently kissed his forehead, telling him to go back to sleep. As he turned forward, he replied, "Good luck. He's going to try to break your mind. Don't let him. He'll get plenty of energy just from the sex and I would like you to remain one of my coworkers, instead of becoming a patient."

"Is he that powerful?" He asked.

"Unfortunately. I wish I knew if it was the power that corrupt him, or his corruption that made him so powerful. Maybe, a combination of both. He's been starved of lust for several years. I wouldn't keep him waiting any longer." Shae continued to walk down the hall to the armory.

It really said something when a demon was wishing a vampire good luck. Ryan was worried about how concerned the aid was. Shae had treated Asher for many years. He knew very well what he was capable of, much more than Ryan did. Although, by the way some people talked around here, he was starting to get a good idea.

The doors had been unlocked. With a deep breath for courage, Ryan entered the demon's chambers. A fog rolled across the floor. Beneath it, the pentagram was glowing a deep red. It was a chilling sight. Asher laid on the ground, like he typically did. Tonight, it was much more different. The demon finally had been given access to his power.

He arched his back as he ran his hands over his hair. The sight was so captivating, yet Ryan wanted to kick himself for not being able to look away. As Asher's hands went over the top of his head, his horns became visible. His black hair slowly became longer until it was down to his knees. Asher ran his sharp nails down his chest, across the piercing through his nipple, and down to his belt buckle. He let out a soft moan while closing his eyes.

"You've finally come to me, my love." He mused as he suddenly disappeared. Ryan's heartbeat quickened, frightened by the fact the had no idea where the demon had gone. Asher appeared behind him again, snaking his arms around Ryan's sides. "Esigo*," He whispered, "Il tou sottomissione*."

Ryan had to think for a moment, trying to figure out what he'd said. He made it out enough to respond, "Show me you're worth submitting to."

Asher laughed sinfully, "You can understand my native tongue. I like that." He stuck his tongue out and licked up the side of his prey's face. Turning his head, he lightly sucked on his ear to give him a chill. "I know you have never been on your knees for another man before, but I promise you, when I'm done with you, you'll crave my cock so much that all women will revolt you." He pulled back Ryan's shirt and dug his nails into his chest, "I'm going to make you my personal whore."

His hands grasped onto the side of his shirt. Asher ripped it open, making the buttons go flying onto the ground. He delicately pulled the fabric down his shoulders and made it disintegrate into the thin air. Asher took his pointer fingers and trailed them under Ryan's shoulder blades. The vampire shuttered, making his partner smirk. He wrapped his arm around Ryan's torso until he reached the outside of his jeans.

While lightly rubbing circles through his pants, Asher hooked his other hand around his neck. "Now, Baby, let's see what's in that head of yours."

Ryan's eyes slipped shut from the oncoming headache. The demon that had him at his mercy began to cycle through his memories. He saw as his life literally flashed before his eyes. Apparently that's not something reserved just for the end of your life. It wasn't everything though. The happy times weren't present. All he could see were the worst of it; dead bodies surrounding him on the battlefield, the hospital he'd awoken in once, the dungeon he was kept in for endless months, the burning eyes of his captors, watching his best friend suffer in his final hours, seeing a crow's blood run down a marble floor.

Asher released his grasp to allow his prey to fall to the ground. He'd seen worse, but for once, he did feel sorry for a victim. It was true that even a demon so apathetic could manage a little compassion. Unfortunately for Ryan, he wasn't going to let that seep through tonight. From spaces in the pentagram, black bony hands burst up. They grabbed onto Ryan's wrists and dug their nails in until they broke through to the other side of his arm. He screamed out in pain, seeing his blood running down his skin.

"You have suffered much throughout your life." The demon used his magic to summon a scolding hot whip. He ran his hands along the leather, musing, "But, I need you to suffer some more for me tonight."

Asher set his heel on Ryan's tailbone and pushed him down to be flat on the ground. He raised the whip, striking down onto his bare back. The welt that rose was glorious. It had been the first time the demon had seen a sight in years. Truthfully, Jasper depraving him of sex was a good thing. Now, he valued it much more. He was no longer numb to such things as watching a handsome man scream until him. It gave him thrills he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Each time he could make Ryan scream, he felt a fire growing inside of him. His entire back was burned and covered in welts by the time Asher was done. Some spots had been struck so deeply, they were on the verge of bleeding. He disregarded his whip and knelt down over Ryan, resting his weight on his lower back. The demon took his nail, of which was as sharp as an expert blade, and plunged it into his back. He dragged it through his flesh, inscribing the word "Whore" on his back. Ryan could take a Hell of a lot of pain but this had proved to be too much for even him. There were tears glistening in his eyes that finally broke free, streaming down his cheeks.

"My little whore." Asher beamed, licking the blood off of his finger. He crossed his hands and pressed them down on Ryan's tailbone. Grinding against him, he spoke, "You can feel it, can't you? My massive cock just throbbing against you." He leaned forward and licked the tears from Ryan's cheek, "Keep crying, Baby. It only makes me harder."

He snapped his fingers, making the dead hands disappear. Ryan's arms collapsed against the ground. He started to heal, but it didn't change the fact that that hurt like fucking Hell. At least that was healing because his back wasn't. The whip Asher had used was enchanted to block his vampiric healing. He pushed Ryan over onto his back, making him bite his tongue from the pain.

"Knees." He demanded. Asher picked up his tool again while his submissive sat up. He grinned at the fact that he was already obeying like a slave should. "Hands behind your back, and don't move them unless you want me to pin you down again. I'll crucify you if I have to." He stuck Ryan across his chest, making him whimper. "Oh, you sound so pathetic. I love it, Baby." He sauntered around him, wrapping his whip around his neck. Asher leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait to hear the sounds you make when my cock is in your throat."

He tightened the whip until it had thoroughly burned Ryan's neck. Then he tossed it away, deciding he'd gotten bored of this game. Asher walked back in front of his prey and knelt down. Ryan actually wanted to flinch back when the demon touched him. He resisted, not wanting to piss him off. The torture had brought back some old memories of his time in captivity during the war. Even back then, he didn't break. Something about now was different, though.

Asher pressed his lips into Ryan's jawline while holding him by his shoulders. He continued to trail gentle kisses down his tender skin until he reached his nipple. A soft moan escaped Ryan's mouth, feeling the demon's tongue trail over such a sensitive area. He was foolish to think he'd only be receiving pleasure. Asher bit down suddenly. Blood began to gush down Ryan's ribs. He latched his sharp teeth into his skin and dragged them several inches down.

He sat up, licking across his teeth. Asher rested back on his palms and smiled sinfully, "I want you to kneel between my legs and remove my belt for me. I don't think I have to spell it out for you from there."

Ryan closed his eyes a moment, trying to hold onto the last of his sanity. He unbuckled Asher's belt and removed it from his belt loops. The demon watched intently while his prey unsheathed his massive length. He had countless industrial piercings along the bottom of his shaft, which meant this was going to hurt more worse than he'd already anticipated.

Asher let his eyes slip shut for a minute while the vampire sucked on his tip. He couldn't fit much more in his mouth even if he tried. His attempts were cute, the demon decided. At least he tried, but there probably wasn't a vampire alive that could deep throat a demon. He let Ryan continue to such his hard dick for a few more minutes to savor the feeling of his warm mouth.

He ran his hand through Ryan's dark hair, yanking his head back. Leaning forward, Asher connected their lips. His slipped his tongue inside his mouth. It's length disturbed him, yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the kiss. His demon counterpart simply used it as a distraction. Two black vines covered in thorns sprouted out from the ground and wrapped themselves around Ryan's wrists, pulling him down to the ground. Asher had disappeared on him again to move behind him.

His sharp nails trailed down Ryan's thighs, making his jeans melt away with a spell. He didn't give any warning or preparation. Where was the fun in that? Ryan's hands tightened around the ropes as his ass was nearly ripped in half. The scream that leaped from his mouth sent tingles down Asher's spine. He thought how much he missed destroying virgin assholes.

Asher leaned over and gently kissed between his shoulder blades. He held onto his hips while he fucked him slowly, feeling himself get stronger with each thrust. "That's it, Baby," He softly moaned, "Cry for me. You're my little bitch now."

It was a little hard not to whimper, whine, and yell having a demon inside of you for the first time. Especially an incubus, who was literally made for sex. He knew exactly how to move to torture the vampire beneath him. His entire purpose in life was to be amazing at sex, and this demon in particular was one of the best there was. He had Ryan a moaning and screaming mess within seconds. Sure, it still hurt like Hell, but that was overridden by the pleasure.

"Your cock must be just screaming." He smirked, "Beg for permission to cum."

Ryan dug his nails deeper into his restraints. That only made them tighten more, causing him more pain. He couldn't win, no matter what. "P-Please." He whimpered, "Please, may I cum?"

"Hmm," He hummed as he played with his victim's hair, "Just say it. I know you want to. Give into me, Ryan." Asher whispered, his accent making it even harder to resist. "Dire esso, puttana*."

He gritted his teeth. Even if he did give into Asher in some ways, he didn't want to reach those levels of submission. He didn't know what possessed him to do it, though, but he did. He uttered the words, "Master, please, Master."

Asher ran his hand along the cut on his chest and dug his nails into the wound. He made his prey scream one more time before allowing him a release. "Cum for me, my whore. Cum for your Master."

The sweet sound of the vampire orgasming was almost too much for him. He knew they were running out of time, anyways. Asher could've lasted three days straight if he so pleased. He decided to show Ryan some mercy tonight. Being his first time with a demon, he'd probably be sleeping for a week to cope with the wear on his body. Eventually, he'll end up like Kuza; Addicted and constantly begging for the pain.

With a low, growling moan, Asher let his fluids fill the hole he'd abused terribly. He pulled out slowly, provoking more pitiful cries from Ryan. Asher released the vines' grip on him as well. His body collapsed on the floor and he instantly passed out. Strangely, the demon took pity on him. He picked Ryan up in his arms and moved him over to his bed to rest.

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Ti sto aspettando... = I'm waiting for you. You will be mine. Tonight, we dance.

Esigo = I demand
sottomissione = Your submission

Dire esso, puttana = Say it, whore