Footie RPS Ficlet: Asmodeus (Arjen/Ronnie, R)
Asmodeus
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: Football meets fantasy or from where some players got their talents.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
For the 7_deadly_sins_ challenge (Prompt 6 - Lust).
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as·mo·de·us
In the book Malleus Maleficarum, Asmodeus was considered the demon of lust.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano had always loved football; ever since he was old enough to walk, he had breathed, dreamed and lived it. Had gotten up with the first ray of sunlight, wolfed down his breakfast and was out of the house before his mother got a chance to remind him to be back for dinner. He couldn’t care less for dinner when he had a ball at his feet and was dribbling down the streets of his hometown.
However football wasn’t always a joyful experience especially when other boys came up to him and told him that he was too small, too slow and his tricks too easy and that they would never pick him for their team, the team that always won.
Cristiano continued to work as hard as he always had, gave his very best, but most days were the same and he ended up in that team that always lost.
His mother tried to comfort him when he came home in tears time and time again, being furious with the older boys and most of all with himself. How was he supposed to become a great football player this way? Practise and training didn’t seem enough to accomplish the one thing he longed for so very much.
But all of Cristiano’s worries should vanish as he met a stranger one evening on his way home.
It had been another day on which his team had lost spectacularly and even though Cristiano knew he was already late and he would get an earful from his mama as soon as he came home, he still took the longest way back.
Today there had been a scout from a big club at the football ground and five of the older boys had been picked by that guy for a training session at his club, while Cristiano had only earned a pat on the head and had been told to practise more.
He kicked the ball with all his pent up frustration and it hit one of garbage cans before rolling across the street and stopping at the feet of a very tall man. Muttering Cristiano crossed the street in the hope the man wouldn’t be angry with him.
“What’s your name?” The stranger asked, smiling at him.
“Cristiano,” he said, suddenly remembering how he was not supposed to talk to strangers.
“What a nice name,” the man said, handing him the ball. “And you like to play football?”
So what did it matter, the man didn’t look evil. “Yes!”
“Are you a good player?”
“I-i-i try,” Cristiano said, stuttering and looking down. “But the others say I’m no good.”
“Hm, I see.” The stranger said rubbing his chin. “Would you like to become a great player?”
“Of course,” Cristiano said, beaming at the man.
“Well, then close your eyes.”
For a moment Cristiano frowned, then shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. The next thing he felt was being engulfed in burning pain. He opened his mouth to scream but only hot air and ash filled his mouth and nostrils, and then everything turned black as he fell to the ground.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano’s fingers brushed over the warm and soft skin of the naked body lying next to him.
How foolish had he been back then, thinking nothing bad had happened to him. But given time he should find out what exactly that man had done to him.
After that strange incident his style of play seemed to have improved over night and he mastered all those tricks he always had wanted to do. The older boys gaped at his footwork and suddenly they picked him for their team and not just that, with nearly fourteen years he found himself signing a contract with Sporting Lisbon.
Cristiano’s life had turned upside down and all of a sudden his wildest dreams seem to come true in the blink of an eye. His world had become that perfect place he had always longed for, until one night when he got visited by the stranger of his youth.
Stepping out of the lift Cristiano walked down the corridor that led to his apartment as a tall figure stepped into his way, frowning Cristiano looked up.
“I have been waiting for you, Cristiano,” the man said, smiling.
“Yeah well, I don’t have time,” Cristiano said, rolling his eyes. What was it with the security people since when did they allow anyone into this building? He would file a complaint, first thing in the morning that was for sure.
”You will make time,” the man insisted, moving his arm out and blocking Cristiano’s way.
Cristiano snorted at that and tried push the arm out of his way. He was fed up with people demanding his precious time. Didn’t that guy know that he was one of the best footballers Portugal had? How could he dare to treat him like that? He should show respect and admiration to him not invade his private life.
“We had a deal,” the man said, not giving one inch of space.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Cristiano was getting more than a bit irritated by now. He was tired from a hard training day and all he wanted was to go into his apartment and call that busty blonde who had given him her number at the club last night.
“Everything that you have become is because of me. And if you wish to keep what you have gained you better listen to me.”
Ignoring the weird guy’s words, he shoved the man back with brute force, opened his apartment door and slamming it close behind him. What a weirdo.
Walking over to his phone he picked it up and dialled the number of the security at the ground level. Someone needed to remove that piece of shit from his doorstep.
But he didn’t manage to hit more than one key when a noise behind him had him whirl around. There inside his apartment stood the guy he thought he had just gotten rid off.
He opened his mouth tell the intruder that had three seconds to leave his apartment before the security guard would come and throw him out, but the words stuck in his throat as suddenly the man started to morph in front of his very eyes.
It was no longer a man, and Cristiano’s eyes widened in panic. The thing, Cristiano couldn’t call it man anymore, had three heads, one of a human, one of a bull and one of a ram. Its body was that of a human male but below the navel it looked like a bird with talon like claws, ready to rip him apart.
“Will you listen to me now?” the human head asked.
Cristiano just nodded, pressing himself against the wall, too scared to say anything. My god, what was happening? This couldn’t be real. What was this thing?
“Stop fretting I am not going to eat you. Even though I have to admit you look good enough to eat,” the thing said. “Look now; there was no need to wet yourself that ruins the taste.”
Something like a whimper and a sob came from Cristiano’s lips.
“What I want from you is very very simple, Cristiano.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Rolling onto his side, Cristiano placed an open-mouthed kiss on the shoulder of his current lover, who mumbled something incoherent in his sleep but shifted closer to him.
There had been no chance to deny what the thing… the demon had wanted him to do, he had been completely freaked out by its appearance. And it had taken Cristiano a long time and many more visits from this monster to convince him that it was indeed real and that it held his life in its hands.
But the sad truth was that Cristiano had secretly loved what the demon offered him. The football world at his feet with all its fame, glamour, money, it was what Cristiano had always wanted what he had always dreamed of. And the only thing that was wanted of him in return was to let his lust run free.
He had been a damn horny teenager at that time and could never get enough of sex. Besides football, fucking was the thing he enjoyed the most. It was like a drug and Cristiano had been addicted to it from the very first time. He was a slave to his lust but he loved every fucking moment of it.
After his fiftieth one-night-stand he had stopped counting them. And Cristiano also found out that it wasn’t just pretty girls he liked, no good-looking guys were just as well. Fucking or being fucked it didn’t matter, as long as he came long and hard his world was a happy place.
He didn’t care if they said that he was a selfish bastard, or if he broke their hearts, or split up marriages. After all they had chosen to hop into bed with him out of their free will. He had never forced anyone. And it certainly wasn’t his fault if neither woman nor man could control their cunts or cocks around him.
They called him slut but he had laughed into their faces. So what if he was one, they certainly hadn’t complained when they had thrust their cocks into his arse or when he had fucked them into oblivion.
There were always willing participants for him to prove that he was just as good in bed as he was on the football pitch.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano curled the arms around the sleeping form of his lover, snuggling close and inhaling his scent deeply. Oh god, how long before the demon would show up and tell him it was time to move on?
It had been quite a shock for him to realize that he didn’t want to move on, didn’t want to break this heart like he had done with countless of others before.
At first Cristiano had thought it had been because of the challenge to pry Arjen away from his gorgeous girlfriend but it hadn’t been just that.
Lately sex had left him feeling shallow inside. It had let up to the point that he had become bored of it, tired even. Still, he had kept thinking it might just be a phase or something but month after month had been the same. And then he had met him and suddenly he had felt alive again.
Of course, at the first opportunity he had cheated on Arjen but in its wake had to find out that this one-night-stand had left him feeling dead inside again. He had been left confused and in panic of what would happen should Arjen discover he had cheated on him. Gladly he never had.
And for the first time Cristiano had felt sick of it, sick of himself for what he had done in the past. Arjen had found him one night, totally drunk and wailing like a baby. Cristiano had never found out what he had told Arjen that night and he hadn’t dared to ask but when he woke up the next morning he knew he couldn’t go on like this.
Slowly, very slowly he had tried to gather his strength and vowed to himself that this time he would stand up to the demon no matter the consequences. He would fight for this, for what he had, what they had. Never in his life had he felt so complete, so at ease with another person, and so truly happy. It was time to change. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Do you know why I am here?”
“Yes.” Sadly Cristiano knew exactly why the demon was here and what it wanted from him.
“Well, then why are you still with him? I told you two weeks ago to drop him and move on to the next. She is already waiting for you, hot and bothered, ready to be plucked.”
“I won’t,” Cristiano said, looking up.
“You won’t?”
If the situation weren’t so serious Cristiano would have laughed at the astonished look on the demons face, this had to be a first for him.
“No!” Standing up he faced the thing which had made his life heaven and hell at the same time. “I’m done. I won’t follow your orders anymore.”
The demon laughed. “Aww, don’t tell me you fancy yourself in love again. We had that already, don’t you remember?”
“I don’t care. I will not obey this time.” Cristiano stood his ground firmly even though he was trembling inside. “I have grown up.”
“Is that your last word?”
“Yes!” Cristiano said, he would not give in this time, would not crumble, he was strong.
“So you are ready to face the consequences for denying me?”
“Yes, I am!”
“We will see.” And with that the demon vanished.
Cristiano frowned, that had been easy, too easy for his liking and he couldn’t help but dread what the monster would have in store for him.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“So, are you ready to change your mind now?”
Cristiano gritted his teeth and raised his head defiantly. “No! Never!”
“You know your father thinks you should,” the demon said, grinning at him. “He has trouble with the high temperatures in his new home.”
“Stop telling me lies! My father isn’t in hell. He was a good man,” Cristiano said, shaking his head violently, glaring at his tormentor.
“Well, too late to save him now,” the demon said, smirking at him. “But you can still save yourself. So far they’ve only filed charges against you. Just think what will happen if your DNA proves to be identical with the semen they found on those two girls?”
“I didn’t fucking touch them. My cousin did, I didn’t.” It was true; Cristiano hadn’t put a hand on them. It had been his cousin who had begged him to take the girls along that night and now it was Cristiano who had ended up being the one accused of rape.
“Doesn’t look like anyone believes you, little Cristiano. Not even your precious Arjen. Or has he called you yet?”
No, Arjen hadn’t and Cristiano had been worried sick because of that. He wasn’t sure what Arjen was thinking of all this. The Dutchman hadn’t returned any of his calls and Cristiano had been desperate to hear from him.
“Aww, has your beloved run away from you?” The demon asked, sneering as he approached him. “Maybe he has found someone who isn’t just a pretty face.”
“Shut up!” Cristiano screamed at him and hit the demon across its human face.
Immediately he knew he had gone too far. The demon grabbed him by his throat and flung him against the nearest wall. Cristiano cried out in pain as his ribs cracked with a sickening sound. But the demon wasn’t finished with him yet.
“Now, that was very stupid of you,” the demon said, shaking its heads and growling at him.
Cristiano curled up into a ball on the floor, if this was the end then so be it, but he wouldn’t give in. “Kill me, but I will not change my mind.”
“You will burn in hell. It’s too late to make amends.” The demon raised one of his clawed feet with the clear intention to rip his body apart as suddenly a sizzling sound filled the room and the all the shadows drew together forming huge mass of blackness.
“Let go of him,” a voiced said. “Now!”
“But he is mine!”
“You will obey me, Asmodeus!” The voice said. “The deal you had with the boy is over.”
Reluctantly Asmodeus stepped back from Cristiano and the Portuguese saw the demon shaking with fury. “This is none of your business, Lucifer.”
“But it indeed is. You are not taking away the thing my fledgling holds dear.”
Cristiano blinked, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The black mass wobbled and he saw a person emerging from it. That couldn’t be, Cristiano whimpered and closed his eyes but the voice he heard now belonged to the man he had longed to hear from all week.
“You picked the wrong one, Asmodeus,” Arjen said, smirking at the demon. “Leave him, there are millions more you can choose from, but this one is no longer yours.”
“You will regret this,” the demon said. “Mark my words you and Lucifer will regret this.” Its voice changed into a screech and then Cristiano felt white hot pain lancing through his body and he lost consciousness.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Soft touches roused Cristiano from his sleep and as he opened his eyes he was lying in his bed with Arjen leaning over him. With a flash he remembered the happenings of last night. He had to know what was going on, there were so many questions running through his head, so many things he wanted, no needed answers to.
“Arjen, what?”
The Dutchman shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips silencing him.
“But you…” Cristiano tried to sit up, but a sudden stab of pain in his side forced him to lie down again.
“Shh, don’t move. You need rest,” Arjen said, his hand stroking over Cristiano’s bare chest.
And Cristiano couldn’t help but shiver at the contact. The sight of Arjen as he had stepped out of the darkness, there had been something not quite human about him. Oh god, was he another demon? Cristiano’s renewed fear must have shown on his face as Arjen drew back, a pained look shadowing his features.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” Arjen said his voice barely more than a whisper. “I-i would never harm you. You and your soul are safe with me.”
“I just…”
“I will tell you later. I promise.” Arjen said, reaching out for him again and brushing his hands over his cheeks as Cristiano didn’t draw back. “Now sleep.”
“Stay with me?” Cristiano asked looking at Arjen who just nodded and lay down beside him.
“Always.”
~ * ~ * ~ END ~ * ~ * ~
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: Football meets fantasy or from where some players got their talents.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
For the 7_deadly_sins_ challenge (Prompt 6 - Lust).
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as·mo·de·us
In the book Malleus Maleficarum, Asmodeus was considered the demon of lust.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano had always loved football; ever since he was old enough to walk, he had breathed, dreamed and lived it. Had gotten up with the first ray of sunlight, wolfed down his breakfast and was out of the house before his mother got a chance to remind him to be back for dinner. He couldn’t care less for dinner when he had a ball at his feet and was dribbling down the streets of his hometown.
However football wasn’t always a joyful experience especially when other boys came up to him and told him that he was too small, too slow and his tricks too easy and that they would never pick him for their team, the team that always won.
Cristiano continued to work as hard as he always had, gave his very best, but most days were the same and he ended up in that team that always lost.
His mother tried to comfort him when he came home in tears time and time again, being furious with the older boys and most of all with himself. How was he supposed to become a great football player this way? Practise and training didn’t seem enough to accomplish the one thing he longed for so very much.
But all of Cristiano’s worries should vanish as he met a stranger one evening on his way home.
It had been another day on which his team had lost spectacularly and even though Cristiano knew he was already late and he would get an earful from his mama as soon as he came home, he still took the longest way back.
Today there had been a scout from a big club at the football ground and five of the older boys had been picked by that guy for a training session at his club, while Cristiano had only earned a pat on the head and had been told to practise more.
He kicked the ball with all his pent up frustration and it hit one of garbage cans before rolling across the street and stopping at the feet of a very tall man. Muttering Cristiano crossed the street in the hope the man wouldn’t be angry with him.
“What’s your name?” The stranger asked, smiling at him.
“Cristiano,” he said, suddenly remembering how he was not supposed to talk to strangers.
“What a nice name,” the man said, handing him the ball. “And you like to play football?”
So what did it matter, the man didn’t look evil. “Yes!”
“Are you a good player?”
“I-i-i try,” Cristiano said, stuttering and looking down. “But the others say I’m no good.”
“Hm, I see.” The stranger said rubbing his chin. “Would you like to become a great player?”
“Of course,” Cristiano said, beaming at the man.
“Well, then close your eyes.”
For a moment Cristiano frowned, then shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. The next thing he felt was being engulfed in burning pain. He opened his mouth to scream but only hot air and ash filled his mouth and nostrils, and then everything turned black as he fell to the ground.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano’s fingers brushed over the warm and soft skin of the naked body lying next to him.
How foolish had he been back then, thinking nothing bad had happened to him. But given time he should find out what exactly that man had done to him.
After that strange incident his style of play seemed to have improved over night and he mastered all those tricks he always had wanted to do. The older boys gaped at his footwork and suddenly they picked him for their team and not just that, with nearly fourteen years he found himself signing a contract with Sporting Lisbon.
Cristiano’s life had turned upside down and all of a sudden his wildest dreams seem to come true in the blink of an eye. His world had become that perfect place he had always longed for, until one night when he got visited by the stranger of his youth.
Stepping out of the lift Cristiano walked down the corridor that led to his apartment as a tall figure stepped into his way, frowning Cristiano looked up.
“I have been waiting for you, Cristiano,” the man said, smiling.
“Yeah well, I don’t have time,” Cristiano said, rolling his eyes. What was it with the security people since when did they allow anyone into this building? He would file a complaint, first thing in the morning that was for sure.
”You will make time,” the man insisted, moving his arm out and blocking Cristiano’s way.
Cristiano snorted at that and tried push the arm out of his way. He was fed up with people demanding his precious time. Didn’t that guy know that he was one of the best footballers Portugal had? How could he dare to treat him like that? He should show respect and admiration to him not invade his private life.
“We had a deal,” the man said, not giving one inch of space.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Cristiano was getting more than a bit irritated by now. He was tired from a hard training day and all he wanted was to go into his apartment and call that busty blonde who had given him her number at the club last night.
“Everything that you have become is because of me. And if you wish to keep what you have gained you better listen to me.”
Ignoring the weird guy’s words, he shoved the man back with brute force, opened his apartment door and slamming it close behind him. What a weirdo.
Walking over to his phone he picked it up and dialled the number of the security at the ground level. Someone needed to remove that piece of shit from his doorstep.
But he didn’t manage to hit more than one key when a noise behind him had him whirl around. There inside his apartment stood the guy he thought he had just gotten rid off.
He opened his mouth tell the intruder that had three seconds to leave his apartment before the security guard would come and throw him out, but the words stuck in his throat as suddenly the man started to morph in front of his very eyes.
It was no longer a man, and Cristiano’s eyes widened in panic. The thing, Cristiano couldn’t call it man anymore, had three heads, one of a human, one of a bull and one of a ram. Its body was that of a human male but below the navel it looked like a bird with talon like claws, ready to rip him apart.
“Will you listen to me now?” the human head asked.
Cristiano just nodded, pressing himself against the wall, too scared to say anything. My god, what was happening? This couldn’t be real. What was this thing?
“Stop fretting I am not going to eat you. Even though I have to admit you look good enough to eat,” the thing said. “Look now; there was no need to wet yourself that ruins the taste.”
Something like a whimper and a sob came from Cristiano’s lips.
“What I want from you is very very simple, Cristiano.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Rolling onto his side, Cristiano placed an open-mouthed kiss on the shoulder of his current lover, who mumbled something incoherent in his sleep but shifted closer to him.
There had been no chance to deny what the thing… the demon had wanted him to do, he had been completely freaked out by its appearance. And it had taken Cristiano a long time and many more visits from this monster to convince him that it was indeed real and that it held his life in its hands.
But the sad truth was that Cristiano had secretly loved what the demon offered him. The football world at his feet with all its fame, glamour, money, it was what Cristiano had always wanted what he had always dreamed of. And the only thing that was wanted of him in return was to let his lust run free.
He had been a damn horny teenager at that time and could never get enough of sex. Besides football, fucking was the thing he enjoyed the most. It was like a drug and Cristiano had been addicted to it from the very first time. He was a slave to his lust but he loved every fucking moment of it.
After his fiftieth one-night-stand he had stopped counting them. And Cristiano also found out that it wasn’t just pretty girls he liked, no good-looking guys were just as well. Fucking or being fucked it didn’t matter, as long as he came long and hard his world was a happy place.
He didn’t care if they said that he was a selfish bastard, or if he broke their hearts, or split up marriages. After all they had chosen to hop into bed with him out of their free will. He had never forced anyone. And it certainly wasn’t his fault if neither woman nor man could control their cunts or cocks around him.
They called him slut but he had laughed into their faces. So what if he was one, they certainly hadn’t complained when they had thrust their cocks into his arse or when he had fucked them into oblivion.
There were always willing participants for him to prove that he was just as good in bed as he was on the football pitch.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano curled the arms around the sleeping form of his lover, snuggling close and inhaling his scent deeply. Oh god, how long before the demon would show up and tell him it was time to move on?
It had been quite a shock for him to realize that he didn’t want to move on, didn’t want to break this heart like he had done with countless of others before.
At first Cristiano had thought it had been because of the challenge to pry Arjen away from his gorgeous girlfriend but it hadn’t been just that.
Lately sex had left him feeling shallow inside. It had let up to the point that he had become bored of it, tired even. Still, he had kept thinking it might just be a phase or something but month after month had been the same. And then he had met him and suddenly he had felt alive again.
Of course, at the first opportunity he had cheated on Arjen but in its wake had to find out that this one-night-stand had left him feeling dead inside again. He had been left confused and in panic of what would happen should Arjen discover he had cheated on him. Gladly he never had.
And for the first time Cristiano had felt sick of it, sick of himself for what he had done in the past. Arjen had found him one night, totally drunk and wailing like a baby. Cristiano had never found out what he had told Arjen that night and he hadn’t dared to ask but when he woke up the next morning he knew he couldn’t go on like this.
Slowly, very slowly he had tried to gather his strength and vowed to himself that this time he would stand up to the demon no matter the consequences. He would fight for this, for what he had, what they had. Never in his life had he felt so complete, so at ease with another person, and so truly happy. It was time to change. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Do you know why I am here?”
“Yes.” Sadly Cristiano knew exactly why the demon was here and what it wanted from him.
“Well, then why are you still with him? I told you two weeks ago to drop him and move on to the next. She is already waiting for you, hot and bothered, ready to be plucked.”
“I won’t,” Cristiano said, looking up.
“You won’t?”
If the situation weren’t so serious Cristiano would have laughed at the astonished look on the demons face, this had to be a first for him.
“No!” Standing up he faced the thing which had made his life heaven and hell at the same time. “I’m done. I won’t follow your orders anymore.”
The demon laughed. “Aww, don’t tell me you fancy yourself in love again. We had that already, don’t you remember?”
“I don’t care. I will not obey this time.” Cristiano stood his ground firmly even though he was trembling inside. “I have grown up.”
“Is that your last word?”
“Yes!” Cristiano said, he would not give in this time, would not crumble, he was strong.
“So you are ready to face the consequences for denying me?”
“Yes, I am!”
“We will see.” And with that the demon vanished.
Cristiano frowned, that had been easy, too easy for his liking and he couldn’t help but dread what the monster would have in store for him.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“So, are you ready to change your mind now?”
Cristiano gritted his teeth and raised his head defiantly. “No! Never!”
“You know your father thinks you should,” the demon said, grinning at him. “He has trouble with the high temperatures in his new home.”
“Stop telling me lies! My father isn’t in hell. He was a good man,” Cristiano said, shaking his head violently, glaring at his tormentor.
“Well, too late to save him now,” the demon said, smirking at him. “But you can still save yourself. So far they’ve only filed charges against you. Just think what will happen if your DNA proves to be identical with the semen they found on those two girls?”
“I didn’t fucking touch them. My cousin did, I didn’t.” It was true; Cristiano hadn’t put a hand on them. It had been his cousin who had begged him to take the girls along that night and now it was Cristiano who had ended up being the one accused of rape.
“Doesn’t look like anyone believes you, little Cristiano. Not even your precious Arjen. Or has he called you yet?”
No, Arjen hadn’t and Cristiano had been worried sick because of that. He wasn’t sure what Arjen was thinking of all this. The Dutchman hadn’t returned any of his calls and Cristiano had been desperate to hear from him.
“Aww, has your beloved run away from you?” The demon asked, sneering as he approached him. “Maybe he has found someone who isn’t just a pretty face.”
“Shut up!” Cristiano screamed at him and hit the demon across its human face.
Immediately he knew he had gone too far. The demon grabbed him by his throat and flung him against the nearest wall. Cristiano cried out in pain as his ribs cracked with a sickening sound. But the demon wasn’t finished with him yet.
“Now, that was very stupid of you,” the demon said, shaking its heads and growling at him.
Cristiano curled up into a ball on the floor, if this was the end then so be it, but he wouldn’t give in. “Kill me, but I will not change my mind.”
“You will burn in hell. It’s too late to make amends.” The demon raised one of his clawed feet with the clear intention to rip his body apart as suddenly a sizzling sound filled the room and the all the shadows drew together forming huge mass of blackness.
“Let go of him,” a voiced said. “Now!”
“But he is mine!”
“You will obey me, Asmodeus!” The voice said. “The deal you had with the boy is over.”
Reluctantly Asmodeus stepped back from Cristiano and the Portuguese saw the demon shaking with fury. “This is none of your business, Lucifer.”
“But it indeed is. You are not taking away the thing my fledgling holds dear.”
Cristiano blinked, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The black mass wobbled and he saw a person emerging from it. That couldn’t be, Cristiano whimpered and closed his eyes but the voice he heard now belonged to the man he had longed to hear from all week.
“You picked the wrong one, Asmodeus,” Arjen said, smirking at the demon. “Leave him, there are millions more you can choose from, but this one is no longer yours.”
“You will regret this,” the demon said. “Mark my words you and Lucifer will regret this.” Its voice changed into a screech and then Cristiano felt white hot pain lancing through his body and he lost consciousness.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Soft touches roused Cristiano from his sleep and as he opened his eyes he was lying in his bed with Arjen leaning over him. With a flash he remembered the happenings of last night. He had to know what was going on, there were so many questions running through his head, so many things he wanted, no needed answers to.
“Arjen, what?”
The Dutchman shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips silencing him.
“But you…” Cristiano tried to sit up, but a sudden stab of pain in his side forced him to lie down again.
“Shh, don’t move. You need rest,” Arjen said, his hand stroking over Cristiano’s bare chest.
And Cristiano couldn’t help but shiver at the contact. The sight of Arjen as he had stepped out of the darkness, there had been something not quite human about him. Oh god, was he another demon? Cristiano’s renewed fear must have shown on his face as Arjen drew back, a pained look shadowing his features.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” Arjen said his voice barely more than a whisper. “I-i would never harm you. You and your soul are safe with me.”
“I just…”
“I will tell you later. I promise.” Arjen said, reaching out for him again and brushing his hands over his cheeks as Cristiano didn’t draw back. “Now sleep.”
“Stay with me?” Cristiano asked looking at Arjen who just nodded and lay down beside him.
“Always.”
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