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.
Warning! This fic measures a 8 out of 10 on the intensity meter and a 9
out of
10 on the explicit meter. If you have a problem with this, don't read the
story. If you have a problem with explicit slash (Male/Male sex) and cruelty,
don't read the story.
Please send all questions, comments and flames to LadyRhian@aol.com.
Night
by Lady Rhian
The Devil slid carefully up behind Stone in the bed,
watching him sleep. So
determined to be human, his servant. So determined to put the horrors of
Hell
behind him. The Devil held in the chuckle. As if he'd actually ever *release*
his servant.
He watched Stone for a moment, his gaze stroking the lines of the body
glinting pale in the moonlight. Without needing to see them, he could read
every tattoo etched into Stone's flesh, binding his servant's soul to his
service. He could still see the bite mark seared deep into Stone's flesh
by
the force of his teeth. Stone could not be hurt by anything earthly, but
as
he'd once told him, one damned soul could torture another. And he was the
most
damned soul of them all.
He announced his presence with a slow movement that pressed his erect cock
up
against Stone's ass. It was quite... gratifying to feel that sudden start
of
fear, that tenseness in the limbs as Stone tried desperately not to move.
"What do you want?" the words were tense, almost hesitant.
The Devil grinned, eyes shining faintly red in the dim light. "You cheated
me,
Ezekiel, out there in the park. I wanted your surrender. I got your
forbearance instead. You could say I'm back to exact my... pound of flesh."
He
completed the sentence with a rough stroke along Stone's cock, which grew
hard
under his touch.
Stone didn't reply, closing his eyes and taking a deep, useless breath.
The
Devil laughed deeply, the noise echoing like booming thunder, and probed
at
Stone's anus with his finger. His servant flinched, but his cock grew harder
in response.
"Well, well, look at that," the Devil murmured. "I never knew you wanted
to be
fucked so badly. Tell me, Ezekiel, when you were fucking your wife, were
you
imagining yourself with another man?" His hand gave Stone's cock another
rough
stroke before he rammed his hard cock into the other man's anus.
Stone gave a brief cry, surprise and pleasure in equal parts. The Devil
could
feel that fire beginning to blaze inside his slave, a fire he was going
to fan
until it became a necessity, an obsession. And if it caused Ezekiel Stone
to
fail in his task? He would simply have all the longer to play with his
slave.
The thought of Ezekiel crying out to him, begging to be touched, manipulated,
played with... The Devil shivered in delight, his grin whiter and broader
than
any human's could possibly be.
He let his fingernails scrape lightly down the underside of Stone's cock,
grazing the sensitive flesh with a deliberately brutal touch. Stone's hips
bucked violently, forcing the Devil's cock deeper into his ass. His cock
was
rock-hard and his body trembling.
"Did you yearn for a man to touch you like this, Ezekiel?" the Devil murmured,
his voice poisonously sweet. He stabbed his cock ever deeper, ramming their
hips together with a smack of flesh meeting flesh.
He brought his other hand around to play with the base of Stone's cock
as he
thrust his hips out and back, using force that would have torn mere human
flesh. A cry of shocked pleasure screamed from Stone's lips, leaving his
body
wide open, defenseless. In a flash, the Devil had him spread-eagled across
the
bed, held down with what felt like iron bands.
"Is this what you want, Ezekiel?" the Devil said, one hand still wrapped
around Stone's cock, still thrusting hard and deep. Tremors shook Stone's
body, and his muscles quivered with strain, but he didn't answer.
The Devil snarled in displeasure, but released his servant. He stepped
away
from the bed, leaving Stone quivering on the bed, anus blushed to a rosy-red,
his body a picture of submission and need. "Perhaps I'll just keep you
like
this for a few days," the Devil said, looking him over. He let a single
finger
wander down between Stone's buttocks, circling his anus a few times before
slowly pressing inwards.
Almost despite himself, Stone moved back against the pressure, letting
the
single finger slide into him. His face was full of mingled self-loathing
and
pleasure. Infinitely slowly, the Devil insinuated another finger, then
another.
"Very good, Ezekiel. You're learning very quickly." The Devil's voice was
full
of amused malice. He pulled his fingers out, prompting a moan of loss from
the
other man's lips. "Do you want this?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his
cockhead against Stone's ass.
Once again, Stone tried to move backwards, but this time, the Devil prevented
him, keeping him in a position where he could feel the pressure but not
do
anything about it. "Do you want this?" he repeated, with a slightly more
kindly tone, fondling the tip of Stone's cock where it lay nearly parallel
to
his stomach, touching and stroking and rubbing it against the rough skin
of
his palms.
Stone nodded slightly, so quickly that it was almost unnoticeable. "You
can do
better than that. Ezekiel," the Devil said, continuing to play with the
steel-
hard cock cradled in his palm. His caresses were slow and lazy, unhurried,
as
if he had all the time in the world. "I could just leave now, if that is
what
you truly want..."
Stone made a choked noise that became a groan. "I..." he said, then trailed
off, his body flexing as the Devil's nails touched a senstitive spot. "I
want..." Agony reflected in his eyes.
"Yes?" the Devil purred, not making it any easier. He did not intend to
make
it easy at all. He scraped a nail lightly against Stone's cockhead, enjoying
the long moan of pleasure it evoked.
"More." The word came out in a rush.
The Devil decided that was enough of a concession for now, and rammed himself
deep, hearing Stone's cry of pleasure with a sense of exultation he usually
only felt when punishing sinners. Another hard thrust, and Stone's semen
was
spurting all over the sheets beneath them, cool and silky against the Devil's
fingertips.
The Devil drew out his hand and licked at the white droplets before holding
the same hand to Stone's lips. "Taste," he said, and almost laughed when
he
felt the brush of Stone's tongue against his fingetips.
"Mine," the Devil said viciously. "Now and forever, you are mine." Then,
he
let himself come, adding to his pleasure. When he was done, he got up from
the
bed and looked back down at Stone. He expected to see his servant broken,
hating himself. What he got was a shock. Stone stared up at him, a self-
satisfied smile playing around his lips. "Was it good for you, too?"
Impossible. This had to be impossible. Could the Prince of Lies be lied
to?
Could the Trickster be tricked? It had to be a front. It had to be. He
forced
himself not to show the shock he was feeling, but suspected he hadn't really
been successful when Stone grinned lazily. "You're good," he told the Devil.
"But I've had better."
Shock and rage swirled though the Devil's body, but he fought them down.
"I
suppose you want to do it again, then?" he asked with false charm.
"Any time you're ready," Stone replied, rolling over onto his back, drops
of
his own cum glittering in the hair on his chest. "Now, if you like."
Bright-hot rage flared through the Devil's body. This was not what he had
wanted. Where was the cringing submission, the begging? It seemed Ezekiel
Stone would be harder to break than he had thought. "Thank you for the
offer,"
he said with some of his old savoir-faire. "But perhaps another time."
Stone chuckled briefly. "I'll be expecting you."
Snarling, the Devil wrapped himself in his power and disappeared from the
room. The residents of Hell would pay for this... how could things go so
completely *wrong*?