Hey all. This is kind of a sequel to Devil's Due, but you don't have to have read it to get this one. Consider this pre-slash Disclaimers: Brimstone is not mine, and its owners are people at WB/Fox or something. I'm not making any money off of this, and noone else should either. This story contains violence and deals with religious subject matters as well as sex, so please do not read if these may disturb you. Enjoy, let me know what you guys think!
maximin: (n) the maxima of a group of minima Max leaned her chin into her left hand as she stared at the laptop in front of her, using the mouse to scroll through the list of hits. God, this job could be boring sometimes. The 'net was definitely a great invention, but it still didn't make searching newspaper articles any more enjoyable. But Zeke Stone had asked for her help, and now there didn't seem to be any graceful way out of being his defacto research assistant. She puffed her lips out and blew at her short brown bangs.
A slight draft of warm air was all the warning she had of the presence.
"So, have you fucked him yet?"
She didn't bother to look up, although the nature of the question surprised her somewhat. Wonder what Stone had done to bring about this line of questioning.
"Heya, boss, good to see you, too." The sarcasm was hers by nature, and the brash accent came as easily as if she had been born with it.
"Don't play coy with me, Maximin. You know you don't want to taste my anger."
Shit, the big dude was serious. His usual teasing was replaced by a flatness that warned her to be careful. She abandoned her laptop and focused on appeasing her boss.
"No, I haven't fucked him. Yet." She couldn't help slipping in the last. There were some logistics involved in getting into Stone's bed, and she hadn't quite worked them all out. That didn't mean she had given up. She wasn't sure why her boss was so interested, though. He usually gave her free reign to do her job as she pleased. Besides, Lucien could have her anytime he wanted, and he wasn't the type to show jealousy. Yet he actually looked relieved when she answered in the negative.
"He certainly seems to have you tied around his little finger, my dear little Max." He gestured to the computer. "You're all but doing his job for him. I don't remember that being part of the task I assigned you."
Yep, the big dude was definitely pissed about something. His eyes were a swirling, inky black, barely holding on to their human resemblance.
"Hey, you wanted me to keep an eye on him, chat him up. Can I help it if he needs a reason to keep talking to me? 'Sides, I thought you wanted those souls returned as soon as possible. You're hardly helping."
He chuckled lightly, and stroked her face. "You always are the cheeky one, Maximin."
"Hey, its why you keep me around, right boss?"
Her non-existent gut unclenched some. A little of the usual teasing tone had returned, which meant he wasn't really pissed at her. But being the devil's secretary was definitely a double-edged sword. She needed to root out what was really behind this mood, but as slickly as she could. She suspected it had something to do with her current assignment, or he would have just taken it out on some deserving soul back home.
She slid off her stool and melted up against his dark form. This was a tried and true routine, older than the falling.
"So, why ask me, boss. Just take a peek into Stone's head, he can't keep any secrets from you." She had her arms around his neck, and was playing with his ear. Maybe she could get a little more than information out of this.
"I have noticed a couple fantasies involving me rattling around in his brain. You want me to act them out, boss?"
Suddenly she was tossed against the wall, hard, with both wrists pinned above her head. Lucien stood a few feet away, but she could feel his fire throughout her soul. Oops. Wrong routine.
"Listen to me very carefully, Maximin. You are not to lay a hand or any other body part on Ezekial Stone."
Lucien's eyes were no longer human. Suddenly the truth dawned. He wasn't being possessive of her.
"Or what, boss," she gasped out. She wanted to confirm her theory more than she feared his retribution.
He stepped up to her then, and stripped her naked with a thought. He took a layer of skin along with her clothes.
"Or I will give you to Belial for his very own, to do with as he pleases."
She moaned. The pronouncement was far more painful than anything her pitiful flesh could experience. She had been with Lucien since the beginning. She didn't know which part would be worse - being away from him, or being subject to Belial's every whim. The mad demon was the most fearsome in hell. Tears slid down her face, and she struggled to make her body respond to her will.
"Please, Lucien, I'll behave, I'll do whatever you say, please, please..." To her shame she couldn't get anymore out. She opened to him fully, letting him read the sincerity of her fear.
She hit the floor then, not even sure when he had let her go. She was still naked, and anyone who came to the desk would see her. She didn't care though, and let the tears stream down her face. Lucien was gone, but he had believed her. Her skin was whole once again.
Zeke Stone was definitely a pain in her ass. One thing was sure, however. She was going to do everything she could to make sure he stayed safe, and celibate. Lucien would have to handle the rest himself. End
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