Diabolical Rapture Ch. 03

A/N: As always, you might want to check out the songs referenced throughout the text, I listened to them while writing that part of the story. Theoretically, they can create an appropriate ambience. That's my secret - blue balls and music. Written in hopes you enjoy it...

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"So, who's Alice?" Hayleigh's question made a swirl in the steam above her coffee cup.

This is where she starts to join the puzzle pieces, "she was my girlfriend."

"Is she a demon too?" Silence was the best answer, "then... either you possessed a body like this... or... you're not ancient."

His own cup of coffee suddenly seemed more interesting. Gabriel thought it funny, he didn't gain actual nourishment from food, but the tradition of talking over a cup of coffee added a warmth to the conversation that he enjoyed. Just like sleeping made him feel more human even if he didn't actually tire. Especially at this awkward moment, it was comforting.

She sighed. Her hand reached out to him, "do you want to do something about it?"

"I don't know if I can do anything about it," he furrowed his brow. Or dare to, "I can't read minds."

"Well, you can go after her and see what happens. I could help you."

He studied her face for a few seconds. She's willing to help me. And she looks at me with this... friendliness? Yet, she's not in love with me even after what happened. Smart girl.

"Ok, in that case, I need to get close to her. This being a demon thing implies a lot of learning on the go. I think I get weaker if I'm not doing... what I'm supposed to."

"What?"

"Or, whom I'm supposed to do. Like you, for example."

Awww, she can still blush.

"So if you don't need me anymore, I think I'll be going. You know how to reach me, right?" He smiled and willed himself back to the demon world... and to Lucy.

The world became pain.

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"Were you happy playing the good little human?"

Gabriel would've truthfully answered any question if the burning sensation in his eyes and soul would let up enough for him to think coherently. Lucy was lashing out at him using some unknown power that felt worse than anything he had yet experienced.

"You stayed out there for more than a day! And that sappy sex, all slow and gentle and whispering in her ear! What the fuck do you think you are, her fairy boyfriend? Don't forget this."

For the first time in minutes, Gabriel found his voice and screamed in pain.

"Now, get out of my sight. I've spent more years restoring ancient rituals than you could imagine... and I'm not going to go through all of that just so you can go on a holiday and toy around like you're on a honeymoon."

Before she was done speaking, he felt himself bound, and there was darkness. When he could think clearly again, he felt a sense of where he was. He didn't know if hell existed, but this was close enough. Vague feelings of self destruction hung in the air, despair lazily floated around him, anger and self pitying... he couldn't see a thing, but he could feel everything that was wrong with the world.

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When light came again, the world was a confusing place. There was no logic at all. It was as if... as if... idle musings struck each other, a haze of unrelated ideas blocking any coherent line of thought. Something stirred. Sound. That's what it was. And this shape had a name... Lucy. She was speaking to him.

To him! He was Gabriel. And Lucy didn't sound patient - she never did anymore.

"So, off you go and don't die. I didn't bring you here just to die, you harvested good energy last time you were there. Now... Your girlfriend wants you back, but you better be quick about it. It seems this could be fun for you."

He nodded.

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Hey, he knew that melody... "Silent Love" by Joe Hisaishi. There were arms around him. He didn't remember being close to the pentacle. He didn't remember accepting any terms. In fact, he didn't remember anything at all. Gabriel looked up and saw Hayleigh staring back with evident concern.

"I thought you'd never respond. You look... ill, or something. Is there anything you need?"

"A witty retort."

"I'm serious. I already know where Alice will be tonight. But you can't go out like this. Do you think you can change the way you look? Or feel?"

He rose and stepped over to the mirror -- then recoiled in horror. The man he saw there had a few wisps of hair, sickly green spots all over his skin and eyes that were sunken, almost lifeless. His frame was somehow wider, as if he had been terribly thin and something had made him bloat up. He concentrated and found it very, very hard to maintain a different aspect. Had he been drained of everything he had gained last time with Hayleigh?

"This is difficult for me. Do you think you can help me?"

"Just say it."

He forced a smile for both their sakes, nodded towards the nearest chair "lean back and open your legs."

Gabriel's head was slowly clearing; he had not noticed before that Hayleigh was sporting a skirt like a catholic schoolgirl uniform. His smile became a bit less forced. She was waiting for him, her face the perfect expression of obedience. He kneeled with great effort and kissed her left knee. Her perfume drifted up to his nostrils. He kissed the inner part of her leg and started trailing kisses slowly up towards his prize.

Hayleigh breathed in sharply as he bit her thigh. She smelled so good... but he needed to regain energy and he wasn't about to dive in and waste all her flavorful lust. He even found himself humming away as he started kissing her other knee and, once again, trailing towards her sex. Surprisingly, he had even lost track of the music when he'd seen his terrible condition; hearing it again now, he appreciated her effort to create a nice setting for his arrival. This looks delicious and... she shaved. She's in for the licking of a lifetime.

He kissed her mound lovingly as her scent began to drive him mad. Her skin was soft and wet. Barely leaving his mouth, his tongue left a small path that went to her nether lips. Salty, just... feminine. An image came into his mind - shower sex, that's what she wanted. That had been nice but, right now, he wanted to taste her and he let it show. He kissed her pussy with a passion reserved for a lover not seen in a long time. Hayleigh moaned. He hummed against her skin and she squirmed in response.

Gabriel began licking her velvety skin and working his way a little higher. He found her clit, small and begging for attention he didn't resist. He tried a horizontal tongue flick and she responded. He had forgotten to breathe and now, when he did, her arousal assaulted him. He started to lick her in earnest now. Her pussy was a canvas and he was about to paint his masterpiece using his tongue. Never missing a detail, not an inch, not even a single pore went unlicked as he frenzied all over her.

Her moans became whimpers and her whimpers gave way to throaty sighs as he inserted a finger. Working the finger in and out, he tenderly began to suck on her clit, her juices and lust feeding him. He needed her to scream, not to sigh. He added a second finger, then a third. His mouth relentlessly worked, when he wasn't licking, he was sucking or kissing; he made obscene slurping sounds as he feasted on her.

"...want you... in me..."

He heard her plea, but she was close - she needed an orgasm. And, he needed her to cum even more than she did. He lowered his mouth; his tongue entered her pussy and started snaking around. His hand was busy drawing small circles on her clit. Her hips began bucking on their own accord and a small yelp escaped her lips as he doubled his efforts. His other hand lifted one of her legs and threw it across his back. She responded to his cue and wrapped her legs around his head; he didn't need to breathe and would make the best of it.

Burying his face, he tried to get his tongue as deep as he could, his fingers busied themselves: one trailed random shapes on her clit, his other hand was squeezing her ass while his pinky was probing, waiting to gain access as soon as she relaxed her sphincter.

He was coordinating far better than any human could've possibly done - hands, tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. He responded immediately to her breathing; when it slowed, he moved quicker, when she moaned, he intensified his actions. When she began to come, he didn't flinch and began lapping her juices for all they were worth.

A small warmth began filling his spirit and encouraged him to maintain the rhythm. She could barely gasp or breathe at all.

"...stop... tender..."

But she was about to come again. Knowing that he, too, would gain energy from that orgasm, he furiously began to lick her up and down, his nails dug into her skin and he felt her pleasure and pain mingle. As more energy began to flow into him, her taste became even more addicting. His head turned constantly, making sure her pussy lips and clit didn't get all the attention. Her hands grasped his head and he maintained his pace.

"...op..."

Her nectar became sweeter, he breathed its scent in and started sucking on her clit again, his hands went back again to work into her... an even more powerful energy flowed from her and gave her taste a spice like he had never tasted and would never forget. He needed all of it... now.

"...can't... please..."

And he wouldn't stop. His world was a small one, it all was between her beautiful legs, all that he'd ever need could be found in there. And then, he tasted something that was somehow spiritual and he froze. Was he eating her alive?

He looked up and her face was contorted in a way that defied description. Bliss. Despair. Lust. Weakness.

"...thank... you..." Came her voice, though her eyes said 'why did you stop?'.

"I... I'm sorry! I... you tasted so good... I..."

For a moment, Lucy was there. Snapping his head to his left, he saw her with a smug grin on her face. Then, just as quickly, she vanished. That bitch almost starved me so I would kill Hayleigh.

"It was good. But I... I need to sleep. Is that ok?"

"Sure!"

He carried her to her bed. His strength was back. She seemed almost weightless to him now that she had fed him.

"She'll be tonight at... uhhh... what's that bar... near downtown, it has a green logo with white letters and a black door?

He nodded. He didn't remember the name either, but he knew the place. Kissing her forehead lightly, he placed her bed's covers over her and headed towards the door. He stopped for a good look in the mirror. Alice had seen him already but... He made his eyes a very light honey color with green freckles. His hair took on a darker shade of brown, almost black. His nose sharpened a bit. He still looked quite like himself, yet, up close, anyone that knew him would've seen the differences immediately. Alice would recognize him as the man she saw fucking the teen senseless and she would think that she had wrongly assumed she'd seen Gabriel.

He chose fashionable clothing and turned away from the mirror. Apparently Hayleigh had summoned him for Alice's sake, so he knew exactly where she was once he set his mind on it. He had no money. Well, he'd walk there.

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The bar had a very lively crowd that night. A local band was well into their repertoire of original and cover songs, apparently a band called Genki Rockets had a song called "Touch Me" and they were giving it a twist.

He looked straight to where he knew Alice would be and glimpsed her between Bertha and Michelle, her best friends. The way they talked to her and the forced cheery aspect of the whole thing reeked of a cheer-up girls' night out. Alice was barely answering and absent-mindedly nodding at their inane banter. Michelle had definitely done some kind of diet and exercise, her body looked far better than last time he'd seen her. Bertha was still the heaviest of them all, apparently she still had her undeniable charm; in the end, any of the three friends could walk out of the room with a man if they so desired.

Gabriel went straight to the bartender and ordered the local concoction -- some weird variation of a martini. He'd find a way to get money by the time he needed to pay for it. He put on his best apathetic, "fuck off" face and stood where the lighting from the stage would reach him, pretending to watch the singer. Now, he'd wait.

First, Michelle noticed him. She looked at him surprised for a moment and then appreciatively. He couldn't know what she was thinking, but he imagined that if she wasn't busy comforting Alice, she might try her moves on him. He could feel her confused lust directed to him. She muttered something to Bertha and, as Bertha stole a look in his direction, she reacted in much the same way. Good. He slipped away into the shadows nearby and didn't look back in their direction.

Soon, Alice appeared nearby. He thought her friends had sent her to get drinks hoping that she'd see him; so he turned towards her partially, and nursed his drink. It was too sweet, but that wasn't important right now. He slid a bit closer and turned a bit more. The moment her eyes met his, she stopped dead in her tracks.

He cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her, as if inviting her to tell him why would she look at him like that.

"Sorry. You look like someone else..."

"Maybe I'm him. My name's Chris. Hi."

"I'm Alice. I... you really do look like him."

After a few more awkward comments, she disappeared back to her chair. He played the waiting game, eyeing her cautiously and seeing her take a big gulp from her drink. Since she wasn't big on alcohol, that meant she was building courage...

"Hey, Chris? Would you come over? I've got two friends and you don't seem to be expecting anyone..." Bingo.

After the pleasantries with Michelle and Bertha, the conversation sparked away and he saw more than once that Alice nervously shifted her bangs from one side to the other. Good. He feigned interest in Michelle, but whenever Alice spoke, he gazed at her intensely, so intensely that she had to look away. She must be sure he was the guy she caught having sex with that girl... So if I redirect her lust...

"We don't normally hang out here, but, hey, the bass player is a good friend of mine..." Michelle offered and Gabriel took her lust and infused it into Alice. Normally she wouldn't have a one night stand. But with the single drink she had and with enough lust, maybe she'd change her rules this time. Alice shot up in her seat and eyed him as if weighing her options.

"So, what do you do?" I fuck girls to within an inch of death, are you interested? Bertha had sensed the brief silence and broke it before it could linger uncomfortably with a smile.

"This is where it gets awkward, then," here goes nothing, "I'm part of a video producing firm... for the adult entertainment industry." Yeah, not too far from the truth.

"So, you... um... do auditions for actresses or something?"

"Nothing like that, I get the locations, cars, get the people who build props... are you sure you want to hear about this?" ...and seal it with a smile!

The conversation flowed nicely, laughter was not scarce and comments were getting more and more daring with each passing minute. Every now and then, he took Michelle's lust and transferred it directly into Alice, without skipping a beat as they spoke. Before they noticed, Bertha had gone to the ladies' room and stayed for a while, so Michelle excused herself but insisted that Alice stay to keep "Chris" company. The next time Alice said something, he rested his hand on her knee in a very friendly manner, but it had the reaction he expected.

As they talked, he moved closer to her until he was an inch from her face and the conversation died. She was thinking, and thinking hard. Before she could have any doubts, he cautiously closed the last distance between them and planted a soft kiss on her lips. At last, Gabriel had a clear image in his mind. She wanted him... at her place... now.

"So... do you want to listen to them a bit more? I could use some fresh air."

"Sure, let me get Bertha and Michelle so we can pay."

It seemed that both ladies had already covered their expenses and had left. Convenient. Once outside the bar, she fidgeted nervously before speaking up.

"I... well, I was wondering... oh, gosh. This isn't normal for me. So here I am, trying to fight away the embarrassment but I can't! And now I AM blabbering away instead of getting to the point. The point being, you know... Well, if you..."

"Yes." Let's not make it harder than it is.

"But... But I haven't finished speaking."

"I can see what you're getting at. I want to... very much."

Thankfully, cabs weren't scarce near the bar.

* * *

She didn't remember closing the door behind them, once they were in her apartment, she was too busy trying to subdue his tongue with her own. Kissing him wasn't like it had been with Gabriel. She was nervous and it showed; she hated herself for looking so frail while doing something she chose to do. His skin felt warm against hers. Alice's lips trembled with excitement. Maybe this will help me get over him, finally. Maybe Michelle and Bertha are right.

His eyes, nose and overall appearance weren't the same, but every now and then, she could swear she saw Gabriel's sway in the way Chris walked. If any man could help her get over it, it was him. And she was willing to try. There was something about Chris, she couldn't put her finger on it, but she was so aroused since they talked. Nobody had ever made her feel that way, she didn't remember the last time she needed sex. This time, it really was something her body demanded. It needed to explore every inch of this stranger and she wouldn't deny that she was curious.

She began unbuttoning his shirt after kissing his throat. Her neighbors were probably having sex; they had Down Low's "Lovething" blasting at maximum volume as they always did when they finally managed to fuck. They sure loved routine. Her eyes fumbled with one of the buttons on his shirt and he couldn't wait any more. He reached to help her, but his fingers failed too as she licked his throat and breathed on it.

"Fuck this", he grabbed his shirt firmly and pulled forcefully, sending two buttons flying in random directions. He had a nice torso, but he didn't seem in the mood to flaunt it. He simply discarded the garment and pressed her head against his neck. She tentatively bit it and received a shudder as payment.

Making the most of the little pause forced by his shudder, she lifted her blouse over her head and when the fabric covered her eyes, she felt wetness on the top of her breasts. He was licking the top of them, just above her bra. Hugging her, he pulled her tight and didn't allow any movement from her as he took advantage of her position.

When she managed to get rid of her blouse, she pushed him back. She undid her underwear before he had any chance to protest; taking her panties off while leaving her black skirt on. Then she opened her arms again, beckoning him. She's definitely into it. He started by kissing all around her breasts before spiraling in toward her nipples.

"Last door. That's my room."

He didn't need any more instructions. He picked her up, making sure she locked her legs against his back and carried her to her room. Gabriel deposited her on the bone-colored linens of her soft bed and resumed his work. Kissing his way down, he fought against her skirt's button using only his teeth. After two attempts, it gave in and he pulled it down, his maneuver made easier by Alice, who lifted her hips to help him out.

He quickly got out of his own clothing. She was almost there, but he knew that she would get off with further foreplay when they were both nude. Gabriel climbed on top of her and saw her hesitate.