Standard Disclaimer: The show, Brimstone, and all characters in it, including
Ezekiel Stone and the Devil, belong to Fox and not me. I have just borrowed
them for a while and will put them back when I'm done. Honest! I am poor
as a
ragged churchmouse and what's left belongs to the Universal Unconscious.
Sue
at your own risk. I'm so broke I can't even pay attention.
Companion
by Lady Rhian
Stone set the dish of milk down on the floor. "Sorry," he told the cat,
which
looked up at him with hopeful gold eyes. "It's all I have right now. I'll
get
you some real food in the morning."
The cat made no comment, but twined around his ankles, nearly tripping
him,
before padding to the bowl and lapping the milk delicately with its very
pink
tongue. Stone smiled, put his coffee cup in the sink, and left it to its
meal.
He moved to the bedroom and threw his jacket over the chair, followed by
his
shirt a minute later. He stared at the tattoos adorning his torso for a
moment, then kicked off his shoes and socks, tossing them at the chair
and not
particularly caring where they fell.
He moved to the window, cranking it open to catch the balmy breeze flowing
in
from the bay. With pensive eyes, he looked out into the night before taking
off his pants and slipping between the clean white cotton sheets.
A slight thump was his only warning that he now had company. The black
cat
picked its way carefully across the bed to settle next to him, its bright
gold
eyes watching him with that expressionless unconcern that seemed the epitome
of feline self-expression.
With a smile, he reached out and stroked its soft fur, running his fingernails
down the spine. The cat arched its back slightly, eyes half-closed in
pleasure, coat rippling under his firm touch. After a moment, its rumbling
purr filled the air.
He'd never had a cat as a pet before- he'd been more of a dog person himself.
But when he'd heard those plaintive mews coming from a tied sack in the
alley,
he wasn't hardened enough to pass it by. The cat, apparently grateful for
the
rescue, had taken to following him silently like a stealthy shadow. With
devotion like that, he couldn't leave it to starve outside.
Still caressing the soft fur with one hand, he reached up and turned out
the
light. The calm purring followed him down into the depths of sleep.
He woke up, feeling the soft brush of fur between his thighs. For a moment,
he
was confused, and then he relaxed, remembering his erstwhile pet, only
to
tense again as a rough tongue licked the inside of his thigh. That was
no cat!
In a moment, the sensation of fur was gone, replaced by satiny skin and
a
weight on his chest. The Devil looked down at him with an amused expression.
"Oh, very good, Ezekiel," the Devil purred, stroking a finger down his
chest,
tracing the line of dark hair that ran across Stone's belly and abdomen
to
disappear beneath his briefs. "I wondered how long it was going to take
you to
catch on."
Stone watched the Devil carefully, warily. "What do you want?" he asked,
not
taking his eyes off the other man.
"I should think that was obvious." The Devil's body seemed to contract
in a
slithery motion that moved him further up Stone's body. Stone could feel
the
Devil's stomach muscles moving against his cock, which, treacherously,
was
beginning to get interested in the motion of their bodies against each
other.
"Not interested," he bit out through clenched teeth. He knew the Devil
could
compel him at any time just by threatening to renege on their agreement.
But
something told him that the other man wanted him to come willingly, to
beg,
and that was something he would not do. Would not. Could not.
"Really?" the Devil replied with a lazy smile. "You certainly seemed to
enjoy
sharing that... heavy petting with me earlier." Before Stone could reply,
he
bent and sucked one of Stone's nipples into his mouth.
The slightly rough texture of his tongue as he laved the nipple,
combined
with the wet heat of the Devil's mouth, sent pleasure searing through his
body. He found himself suddenly, shockingly hard and erect. Even when the
Devil moved to his other nipple, flashes of heat seemed to sear his flesh,
and
the remaining wetness clung like liquid fire.
A pool of warmth gathered in his groin, and he held his eyes closed, clenching
his teeth. Despite what he felt, despite what he was being made to feel,
he
would not make a sound. He was not going to beg.
Then, after a long, long moment, he was alone in bed once more. He opened
his
eyes to see the Devil standing over him. "You're sure?" the Devil asked
in a
tone of amused condescension, running his fingers lightly over the erection
protruding from his briefs.
It took Stone a few moments to find his voice. "Yes," he said, with a
confidence he didn't feel.
"Ah." The Devil made a gesture, and he was holding Stone's briefs, crumpled
into a ball of fabric, in his hand. "I believe I shall keep this... as
a
souvenir." He traced one of Stone's nipples with a single finger, creating
a
cooler path through the still-warm saliva. "I'll have you one day, Ezekiel,"
he told him, as if it was already a fait accompli.
This time, Stone didn't trust himself to answer. The Devil Blew Stone a
mocking kiss, and was gone. Stone closed his eyes and rolled onto his side,
almost curling into a ball. He'd almost... almost....
He didn't trust himself to complete the thought. In the future, he knew,
he
would have to be more careful about what he brought home.