| Warnings: Pretty much the usual for this fandom.
| Disclaimers: The following is written purely
for fun & no
profit is being made.
| Fandom: Brimstone (The Devil/Ezekiel Stone)
| Notes: The previous stories
can be found at
http://www.sockiipress.org/~sidewinder/brimstone.html and no
doubt should be read first for this one to make sense.
Questions, Some Answers
The devil was waiting for Ezekiel.
His demonic servant would be returning, soon, to this motel
room in the middle of nowhere. It was just another anonymous
highway pit-stop like so many others all across America.
Lucifer knew Ezekiel would be soul-weary from another day of
hunting--especially as today's hunt had ended successfully,
with another escaped demon sent on an express trip back to
Hell. Even when Stone sent home the worst of the worst, souls
with no remorse nor trace of goodness in them--like the one
today--it always left him depressed. Must be the reminder of
just how easily and quickly Ezekiel could find himself
dispatched back to an eternity of suffering, the devil figured.
He also figured that as such, a night of mindless fucking would
be good for the man, and a small reward for a job well done.
Lucifer wouldn't even have to fight Stone to get him to admit
that he wanted it now, and that pleased him. Not that he didn't
still enjoy getting into a good argument with the man like he
used to, every now and then. He could have so much fun taunting
Ezekiel when he was in the mood for it, but being able to cut
right to the chase and just screw him senseless when he wanted
to was definitely a pleasing change of pace.
He could not, however, convince himself that other changes in
their relationship were such good ones. These encounters with
Ezekiel had gone beyond the stage of fun and games where they'd
begun. They had become...
Lucifer didn't want to call them a necessity, but was calling
them an addiction any better? He'd hooked Stone on the nearly
unsurpassable pleasure he could grant with a simple kiss...as
well as with other things. But somehow Stone, in turn, had
hooked him on something even worse--love. Real emotion. These
were feelings he'd tried to convince himself that he had no need
for, things he had not allowed himself to feel since he had been
banished from God's kingdom and denied His love, so long ago.
Not wanting to dwell on such thoughts, the devil reached for
the TV remote. The evening news was about to begin and he
always found it entertaining. Death, murder, political scandals--
they were all music to his ears. Every news broadcast was a
tribute to his successes here on Earth, proof of how easily
mortals could be led astray by promises of power and fortune,
by greed and lust.
"In other local news, the latest victim of the East
Valley Rapist has been upgraded to stable condition,
according to physicians at the Fair Meadow Medical
Institute. Police Commissioner Daniel Parker was
unavailable for comment on the status of the search
for the rapist, who is suspected in five assaults in the
past six months. Two of those attacks resulted in the
death of his victims due to multiple knife wounds and
severe beatings. Commissioner Parker issued a
statement to the press this morning, reiterating the
department's commitment to finding the man
responsible for these attacks and once again asking
the public to please contact the police should they
have any leads or information. Police investigators
would also like to speak to the Good Samaritan who
brought this latest victim to Fair Meadow last night.
The man, who is not considered a suspect at this time,
disappeared before the police could question him."
The devil chuckled and shook his head. Good Samaritan, indeed.
Good Ezekiel was more like it. The police could search all they
wanted, but they would find no more clues--nor more crimes--
related to this so-called 'East Valley Rapist'. His name was
Antonio Roman, and Ezekiel had put an end to Antonio's crime
spree this afternoon. Stone had only been on the demon's trail
for a week before he found him; but of course, the detective
was always particularly efficient when it came to hunting down
violators of women. Lucifer found it quite enjoyable to watch
his servant closely during these hunts, to feel the conflict
raging in Ezekiel's soul. Stone hated these sinners to their
very core and showed them no mercy. How could he, when it had
been a rapist who had lead him on the path to his damnation,
who had caused his precious wife Rosalyn and himself so much
The rest of the news was considerably less interesting, so
Lucifer passed the time making a few prank phone calls and
running up a considerable Psychic Hotline bill on Stone's phone
line. When the door finally opened, Ezekiel seemed barely
surprised to see the devil waiting for him on the bed.
"Nice work today," Lucifer congratulated him as he came through
the doorway. "Tell me, Ezekiel, it must have felt good to send
another rapist back home, to where he belongs. Especially one
as vicious and brutal as Antonio Roman. Did you enjoy it as
much as when you took care of Gilbert Jax?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Ah. You don't like to admit it when you take pleasure in the
hunt. I understand. You need to humor that part of yourself
that clings to the idea of your inherent goodness."
Ezekiel sat on the edge of the bed, shooting the devil one of
his better "Don't fuck with me" glances before turning his
attention to unlacing his shoes. Darkness clung to Ezekiel's
very being, and Lucifer could feel the need burning in the
man's soul for the fire of his touch, for just a few hours of
pleasure and forgetfulness.
Lucifer sat up and wrapped his arms around his demon's waist,
rubbed his face against the back of Zeke's neck. Ezekiel leaned
into him with a soft sigh, accepting the touch of his hands,
the embrace. It felt good. It felt...strange, to simply be
touching, sharing, offering comfort. So many things that he
experienced these days felt strange to him.
He eased his embrace and pulled Ezekiel down with him, onto the
cheap polyester sheets of this motel room bed, just like every
other sorry bed that they'd shared. From city to city, the
rooms and the beds never changed--they were all anonymous and
dreary. Sometimes the conditions did indeed bother Lucifer's
pride. He deserved better than this. They both did. The devil
was almost compelled to change the rules of the hunt slightly,
and increase his servant's daily budget so he could afford
better lodgings. But to give in to Ezekiel's constant whining
about his finances would be a worse blow to his pride than sex
at the Super 8, so for now he supposed that these conditions
would have to suffice.
Ezekiel's kisses were hard and desperate. His hunger was
invigorating. His hands were in Lucifer's hair, balled into
fists, pulling the devil's head back to expose the line of his
neck for an assault of bites and kisses. The adrenaline of the
hunt was still in Stone's blood, his rage at this last demon's
brutality still simmering. Lucifer knew it would have been an
absolutely glorious time to allow Ezekiel to have his way with
him, and he yearned to be able to submit himself to that rage
But he couldn't. Not so entirely as before, at least, not after
what had happened that time. He indulged the fantasy and
Ezekiel's aggressiveness as long as he could bear it before
turning the tables, rolling over to pin Ezekiel beneath him on
the bed. Their clothing was a distracting nuisance that he
banished to ash with a thought. He held Ezekiel's hands pinned
over his head and for a moment just stared down at him, holding
his fiery gaze. Stone truly had the face of an angel, Lucifer
thought, and nothing was better than seeing those angelic
features twisted up with depraved lust, like they were now.
"Tell me, Ezekiel," Lucifer urged, in that sweet voice that had
coaxed millions of men and women into sin and damnation. "Tell
me how badly you need me."
Still a spark of rebellion flashed in the demon's eyes at the
demand. But Lucifer was patient. He shifted his weight only
slightly, and the friction between their flesh was enough to
send a shiver of delight through Stone's body. Ezekiel closed
his eyes and groaned out his admission. "I need you..."
"How much? How much do you need this?" Another small shift.
Ezekiel gasped and his hands tensed under the devil's grasp.
"More than anything. More than life. More than...more than
That was the kind of talk the devil loved to hear. Even if
Ezekiel didn't truly mean it...even if he only meant it at this
moment, when passion's influence over his words was stronger
than reason. Lucifer leaned in and brushed Ezekiel's left ear
with his lips. "You need this because you are mine. You always
have been. You always will be," he whispered. He spoke the
words with conviction, even if he knew the battle for Ezekiel's
soul was far from over, his victory far from certain.
He urged Ezekiel onto his stomach. Enough time had been wasted
on pleasantries. He needed Ezekiel to feel him, inside and out.
Lucifer had to touch the fire in that soul, feel its pain and
transform it--just for a moment, never long enough--into
ecstatic pleasure. Being inside of Ezekiel was like burning in
a fire unlike any other, unlike the brutal, searing fire of
Hell. This was a glorious flame, this was Ezekiel's soul,
flawed and yet at its core, still so beautiful. He made the
union last as long as he could bear it, savoring Ezekiel's
sweet, desperate cries. It was an old cliche perhaps, but there
*was* such a fine line between pleasure and pain, and at times
like this there seemed to be no difference between them.
His human form eventually gave over to friction and stimulation
and he came, the physical release only a minor pleasure
compared to that brief joining with Ezekiel's soul. He lay on
top of the man for a few minutes, breathing in deep the scent
of his sulphurous sweat, the smell of sex and semen and saliva
so heavy and rich to his senses. Eventually Lucifer rolled off
Ezekiel and lay on the bed, savoring how good it had felt and
committing it all to his memory. He shifted onto his side to
find Ezekiel looking equally satisfied and thoroughly well-
fucked. Lucifer ran his left hand lightly over Stone's body,
tracing over what remained of his written handiwork on the
demon's body. Each mark glowed softly as his fingers ran over
it, and Ezekiel moaned appreciatively and arched into his
touch. More than half of the marks were gone already, each one
disappearing as Ezekiel sent home another demon. Would Ezekiel
still respond to his touch in this way once the marks had all
The detective was watching Lucifer, a small hint of a smile on
his lips. The earlier fire was gone, and for a few minutes they
could share something close to tenderness. "Do I amuse you,
Ezekiel?" Lucifer asked, wondering at the cause of the man's
Mona Lisa smile.
Stone sighed and shook his head. "Sometimes this whole
situation amuses me. Sometimes it depresses the Hell out of
me." His smile faded and he looked away. "Sometimes it makes me
feel sick. Today...I didn't even hesitate once. It felt...good,
sending that bastard back to Hell."
"Of course it did. Because he deserved it, didn't he? For the
things he did to those women, just for the sake of his own
"Yeah. Yeah, he deserved it. But..."
"...but you feel guilty for that satisfaction it gave you, when
you pulled the trigger and heard his soul screaming out in
misery. He enraged your sense of justice and you, Ezekiel
Stone, wanted to make sure he didn't enjoy another second of
'life' on Earth." The devil chuckled. "Ah, I do love seeing you
when you're so fired up. Your rage is the finest aphrodisiac
I've known in centuries."
Ezekiel looked back at him and asked, "Why me? That's what I
want to know."
"Why you what?"
"Why me for this job. Out of all the damned souls in hell, why
chose me? Was it because you loved me, or did that happen after
the fact?" Stone shook his head. "I've got a lot of other
questions, but I know you won't answer any of them. If you did,
you'd be lying anyway."
"I only lie when it serves my purposes to do so."
"Well, there, you see? Since you never do anything that doesn't
serve your purposes, why should I bother asking anything and
expect an honest answer?"
"You're wrong, Ezekiel. For one thing, falling in love with you
in no way served my purposes, nor did it do me any good at all.
And yet here I am."
Ezekiel didn't have a response to that, so Lucifer continued,
"All right. I suppose I could grant you the answer to one of
your questions. Just one. You want to know why I chose you? It
wasn't that difficult a decision, actually. Not as many of my
subjects met the basic requirements as you might think. For one
thing, I needed someone reasonably familiar with the current
state of the world. Someone who had never seen an automobile,
or a telephone, or even a gun...well, certainly he could learn,
as many of the escapees have, but it would have made his job
Lucifer ran his hand slowly down Ezekiel's chest and stomach,
caressing him as he spoke. "I needed someone with a hunter's
instinct. Someone intelligent enough to follow the trails left
by other demons. Someone smart enough to know how to use their
weaknesses to set a trap."
His fingers brushed over Ezekiel's penis, now soft but so
easily awakened under Lucifer's touch. "I needed someone who
believed himself to be truly good and virtuous, who as such
would not be easily swayed to join with the other escapees."
The devil smiled. "Of course such belief is pure self-delusion,
for no soul who is truly good and virtuous would have become
mine in the first place. Isn't that right, Ezekiel?"
The detective had no immediate answer beyond a soft sigh, his
eyes glazing over with renewed longing. Lucifer closed his
fingers around Ezekiel's growing erection and stroked it
slowly. "So you see, my choices were in fact quite limited. And
when I had my possibilities narrowed down to a few select
souls, well, then I simply chose the one which I found the
most...intriguing. Does that answer your question?"
Stone was in no condition to respond him, so he took the silence
as a yes. Lucifer slid down the bed and replaced his hand with
his mouth, delighting in Ezekiel's moans as he sucked upon his
demon's cock. Did Ezekiel know for how few he had ever done
this, ever submitted himself in any way for another's pleasure?
Not for any of his fallen brothers, that was for certain. Never
for any mortal soul, except for this one. The pain of this love
he felt, the love that made him do this--made him *want* to do
this--nearly brought tears to his eyes. He understood the
source of that pain now, and knew that it was not only due to
his past, to his bitter memories of perfect love lost. It was
the future. It was facing a future where Ezekiel might no
longer be his. When Stone finished his mission, what then? What
if he still chose to return to the world of the living? What if
he managed to truly repent his sins, and when he died his
second death he managed to soar to Heaven, to the one place
where Lucifer would never be able to reach him?
The devil could not let that happen. He wouldn't allow it. God
had taken too much from him already; He would not ever, ever be
allowed to take Ezekiel.
Ezekiel came, much too quickly, his semen burning like lava
against the devil's tongue. 'Let it burn,' he thought as he
swallowed the fiery liquid. 'Let it burn, and let me carry this
sweet fire back home with me.'
Ezekiel hovered on the edge of consciousness. He was indeed
growing stronger, no longer blacking out completely from the
intensity of their activities. Lucifer moved up the bed and
rested beside the man once more, just gazing at Stone's naked
body until he was certain he could remember every detail and
keep it secure in his memory until their next time together.
"Mine," he said, brushing his hand across Ezekiel's forehead.
"Um hmm mm..." was Zeke's mumbled response. Was he agreeing?
Disagreeing? Did it matter?
For now, not really. But Lucifer knew that it would, someday.