Deal With The Devil
Seduction
“I think that dogs turned you soft, Synyster Gates. You’re like a crazy cat lady- except you can’t die alone because you’re already dead”
Syn looked away from the TV, running his hand over Pinkly’s furry little head and stuck his tongue out childishly at his sister, who had been nothing but bitchy and bitter since they got back. He’d bought her what his credit card had assumed was half the mall, but she wouldn’t stop complaining. It was probably because Zacky hadn’t been putting out for the last few days, and she was angsty and needed some release.
“Well you’ve been bitchy all afternoon, sissy. How does Vengeance cope with you sometimes?” Syn rolled his eyes, pouting when the dog in his lap looked up at him with big eyes, and he pulled a dog biscuit out of his pocket.
“Shut the fuck up, Syn. Anyway- that dogs a mutt, I don’t know why you bought it in the first place”
“Because you cannot say no to this face” Syn protested, picking Pinkly up off of his lap and carrying her over to Bandit, bringing the dogs face as close to his sisters as he could get.
“Can you say no to that face? Can you? I dare you”
Bandit pushed the dog away from her, making a disgusted face. She didn’t like animals that much, and had never understood why her brother, the same one who wanted to be tough and feared by everyone in Hell, was giving to a white fluff ball that fell over its own two feet.
“Get that thing away from me Brian” she muttered and he growled over at her. He hated being called by his real name, the one his mother insisted he have, though Silas always called him Syn rather than Brian.
At that point, the two of them heard more barking and someone giggling from outside, followed by a low groan.
“Mattie…stop it! They’re right in the other room, don’t…oh God!”
The two siblings grimaced, and waiting for a moment until the strange noises had died down, they watched as Shadows and Hurricane walked in. Shadows’ arm was wound tightly around Hurricane’s waist, and in her arms she held a similar fluff ball to the one on Syn’s lap. Both lovers appeared quite pleased with themselves and Bandit could already see the top of the black lace underwear in her low slung jeans.
“Syn! Is this the little snowball Matt told me about? What’s her name?” Hurricane gushed as she freed herself from Shadows’ grasp and jumped down onto the couch beside Syn, watching his eyes go wide at the sight of the other dog in his lap.
“Of course it is. Pinkly, this is your brother…”
“Alfie. I think it’s so cute that they’re brother and sister!”
“Honey, I’ve still got some paperwork to finish up, will you be OK here for a little while? We can do Round 2 in a few hours” Shadows smirked as he leant up against the doorframe, grinning at the girl on the couch. Maybe, Syn thought to himself, he was going to be harder to crack than they’d originally assumed.
“Sure baby” she replied, leaning up to kiss him when he walked over, running his fingers through her dark hair. “I love you”
“I love you too babe” he smiled softly, kissing her forehead one last time before exiting altogether.
As Syn half watched Hurricane gushing over Pinkly, he looked over at his sister, who was watching the screen with minimal interest. She didn’t care for puppies, or the lovey-dovey crap that Hurricane and Shadows had been putting up, and if anything, she just needed to get laid.
Go to his office now, intercept him. Seduce him, my little Bandit; it’s what you’re good at. I’ll keep her busy
Bandit looked up abruptly when she heard Syn’s voice rattling around her head and then her eyes narrowed, a smirk sliding across her crimson red lips.
“I think I’ll go and find Vengeance. It only takes a few words before people like him are putty in your hands” she declared, standing up and deliberately throwing a filthy look in Hurricane’s direction before she swept out of the room altogether.
It was only a few short steps to Shadows’ office, and when she was only a few metres away from the slightly ajar door, she could hear the sounds of curses being groaned out from behind it.
Was he jacking off in there?
Taking a closer look, she spotted Shadows with his hands down his pants, slowly pumping himself as he breathed out Hurricane’s name. It wasn’t looking good in her favour, especially seeing as she had to try and seduce him now, but if she could do anything, it was make a man forget about their serious relationships- even if it was just for a few minutes.
“Need a hand there, big boy?” she muttered and he almost jumped out of his skin, watching the girl in front of him glance down at his cock. Slowly, he tucked himself away, never taking his eyes off of Bandit and shook his head.
“Maybe. But not from you, sugarplum” he hissed, wiping his hands on the chair and getting up, his erection still painfully clear against his jeans. He backed the much smaller girl up against the wall, using his muscled arms to barricade her from escaping, and he looked down at her, seeing her wilt from the headstrong demon of lust to a scared little girl.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Bandit, and I don’t like it one bit. Keep the fuck away from her, and tell your brother and that traitor Christ that I’m not treating her like shit. I love Hurricane, and nothing you can do will change that!”
Bandit laughed, stroking her fingertips up and down the muscled arm that was keeping her from a sweet escape.
“Well…that’s what you think” she whispered, and smashed their lips together, gripping the back of his neck so he wouldn’t move away. He tried to fight her, but as the lust driven woman she was, soon she had him in the palm of her hand.
"Stop it, your mind tricks don't work on me!" Shadows tried to protest as she bit into his neck, drowning out his own words with a groan from the back of his throat.
"I don't see you complaining. Give in to me"
She slipped her hand into his jeans and began to stroke his semi-hard member, which sprung to life underneath her touch. Their lip-lock didn’t falter as she began to speed up, relishing in the moans and pants she was drawing from the bigger man. She didn’t stop when she heard footsteps, or even when the door swung open. This was exactly how her plan was meant to play out.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Syn looked away from the TV, running his hand over Pinkly’s furry little head and stuck his tongue out childishly at his sister, who had been nothing but bitchy and bitter since they got back. He’d bought her what his credit card had assumed was half the mall, but she wouldn’t stop complaining. It was probably because Zacky hadn’t been putting out for the last few days, and she was angsty and needed some release.
“Well you’ve been bitchy all afternoon, sissy. How does Vengeance cope with you sometimes?” Syn rolled his eyes, pouting when the dog in his lap looked up at him with big eyes, and he pulled a dog biscuit out of his pocket.
“Shut the fuck up, Syn. Anyway- that dogs a mutt, I don’t know why you bought it in the first place”
“Because you cannot say no to this face” Syn protested, picking Pinkly up off of his lap and carrying her over to Bandit, bringing the dogs face as close to his sisters as he could get.
“Can you say no to that face? Can you? I dare you”
Bandit pushed the dog away from her, making a disgusted face. She didn’t like animals that much, and had never understood why her brother, the same one who wanted to be tough and feared by everyone in Hell, was giving to a white fluff ball that fell over its own two feet.
“Get that thing away from me Brian” she muttered and he growled over at her. He hated being called by his real name, the one his mother insisted he have, though Silas always called him Syn rather than Brian.
At that point, the two of them heard more barking and someone giggling from outside, followed by a low groan.
“Mattie…stop it! They’re right in the other room, don’t…oh God!”
The two siblings grimaced, and waiting for a moment until the strange noises had died down, they watched as Shadows and Hurricane walked in. Shadows’ arm was wound tightly around Hurricane’s waist, and in her arms she held a similar fluff ball to the one on Syn’s lap. Both lovers appeared quite pleased with themselves and Bandit could already see the top of the black lace underwear in her low slung jeans.
“Syn! Is this the little snowball Matt told me about? What’s her name?” Hurricane gushed as she freed herself from Shadows’ grasp and jumped down onto the couch beside Syn, watching his eyes go wide at the sight of the other dog in his lap.
“Of course it is. Pinkly, this is your brother…”
“Alfie. I think it’s so cute that they’re brother and sister!”
“Honey, I’ve still got some paperwork to finish up, will you be OK here for a little while? We can do Round 2 in a few hours” Shadows smirked as he leant up against the doorframe, grinning at the girl on the couch. Maybe, Syn thought to himself, he was going to be harder to crack than they’d originally assumed.
“Sure baby” she replied, leaning up to kiss him when he walked over, running his fingers through her dark hair. “I love you”
“I love you too babe” he smiled softly, kissing her forehead one last time before exiting altogether.
As Syn half watched Hurricane gushing over Pinkly, he looked over at his sister, who was watching the screen with minimal interest. She didn’t care for puppies, or the lovey-dovey crap that Hurricane and Shadows had been putting up, and if anything, she just needed to get laid.
Go to his office now, intercept him. Seduce him, my little Bandit; it’s what you’re good at. I’ll keep her busy
Bandit looked up abruptly when she heard Syn’s voice rattling around her head and then her eyes narrowed, a smirk sliding across her crimson red lips.
“I think I’ll go and find Vengeance. It only takes a few words before people like him are putty in your hands” she declared, standing up and deliberately throwing a filthy look in Hurricane’s direction before she swept out of the room altogether.
It was only a few short steps to Shadows’ office, and when she was only a few metres away from the slightly ajar door, she could hear the sounds of curses being groaned out from behind it.
Was he jacking off in there?
Taking a closer look, she spotted Shadows with his hands down his pants, slowly pumping himself as he breathed out Hurricane’s name. It wasn’t looking good in her favour, especially seeing as she had to try and seduce him now, but if she could do anything, it was make a man forget about their serious relationships- even if it was just for a few minutes.
“Need a hand there, big boy?” she muttered and he almost jumped out of his skin, watching the girl in front of him glance down at his cock. Slowly, he tucked himself away, never taking his eyes off of Bandit and shook his head.
“Maybe. But not from you, sugarplum” he hissed, wiping his hands on the chair and getting up, his erection still painfully clear against his jeans. He backed the much smaller girl up against the wall, using his muscled arms to barricade her from escaping, and he looked down at her, seeing her wilt from the headstrong demon of lust to a scared little girl.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Bandit, and I don’t like it one bit. Keep the fuck away from her, and tell your brother and that traitor Christ that I’m not treating her like shit. I love Hurricane, and nothing you can do will change that!”
Bandit laughed, stroking her fingertips up and down the muscled arm that was keeping her from a sweet escape.
“Well…that’s what you think” she whispered, and smashed their lips together, gripping the back of his neck so he wouldn’t move away. He tried to fight her, but as the lust driven woman she was, soon she had him in the palm of her hand.
"Stop it, your mind tricks don't work on me!" Shadows tried to protest as she bit into his neck, drowning out his own words with a groan from the back of his throat.
"I don't see you complaining. Give in to me"
She slipped her hand into his jeans and began to stroke his semi-hard member, which sprung to life underneath her touch. Their lip-lock didn’t falter as she began to speed up, relishing in the moans and pants she was drawing from the bigger man. She didn’t stop when she heard footsteps, or even when the door swung open. This was exactly how her plan was meant to play out.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
I'm hooked!
11/18/14