Lost

Gerard leant back against the mound of pillows and watched Claire walk across the room towards him.
There was no light bar from the hallway and the flames dancing in her eyes, he had to admit he was mesmerised. Claire smiled at him, her fingers sending sparks falling onto the other prone body in the bed. Frank yelped and flinched, he was sore from being their plaything for the night and had harboured hopes that they would sleep. Claire giggled in his head.
“We don’t need to sleep Frankie, we can use you all night.”
He moaned a little and buried his face into the sheets as Claire passed Gerard the ice cream and climbed back on the bed. She wore nothing but a black robe that hung open and gave him tantalising glimpses of her body in the shadows. He liked this deal, liked that she had virtually seduced him rather than the other way around. It seemed the spell had released more than just her mastery of fire.
“So what now?”
He smiled, his eyes closing.
“Well by the morning the Minister will have troops on the streets to find the reapers and their mystical friends. We particularly want witches….”
“I will need to see if any fit our needs and quickly, before my sisters figure it out.”
Gerard opened one eye. He didn’t like the idea of Dani or Raven becoming elemental like Claire, let alone Lilith. He had always had in mind that this power could be awakened in others but Claire had informed him that it had to be there and buried, very few mortals would have it and the reapers could tap into it a lot easier.
“The troops will slow them down.”
Claire laughed, her eyes now glowing red.
“You really are fucking stupid sometimes, Syn will be itching for a fight even before we get to Jimmy and the others.”
Frank shifted, trying to put a little distance between himself and the conversation. He knew he was in way over his head and probably his bosses were too. It sounded like these unworldly people were planning a goddamn war. Frank had always considered himself loyal to his country and wondered if he should tell the minister. Instantly a ribbon of fire lit up along his back.
“Don’t even think about it or I will be making a Frank shaped torch.”
Claire turned back to Gerard, his amusement clear on his face.
“I know they will fight, we just need to slow them down while you sort out the mystical side of things.”
Claire mused, crawling up the bed to lay next to Gerard and dragging Frank with her. The boy was torn between cowering and moaning as hands wandered over the ink that decorated his body. The lust won, his eyes flickering shut as sensitive parts of his body were kissed with warm lips and tender hands. This time was different, his senses dulled by the pleasure to the extent that he had forgotten about the previous pain. All that mattered now was that he was between them.
Claire liked that he looked like Zacky, her mind going back to remembered pleasures that Gerard’s use of demonic energy had not touched. A plan was forming in her mind, a plan that would put her former friends at such a disadvantage that she might be able to pull the whole thing off. She considered it a little further as her hand slipped around the boy’s cock and Gerard ran kisses down the nape of her neck. He knew that his control of her was not total, it would have been boring. Instead he had done as his Master had bid and freed something that Claire had never known was hidden within herself.
“You would be all powerful Claire, imagine that.”
She giggled, dropping her head to make the helpless Frank’s moans go up a notch as she swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. Gerard liked to watch, his own hand sneaking to his lap as he watched her. He had long wanted both the sisters but this one was not as crazy as Lilith and Gerard knew that he had more chance of making this work with Claire. She had more control and was far more thoughtful in the planning where Lilith was only interested in chaos.
“Power….is nothing, we shall make them all bow.”
Gerard joined her, his mouth meeting hers around Frank and the boy’s hands balled in the sheets at the feeling. Frank’s head twisted, his hair now sweaty as the heat in his body started to grown. Loud moans couldn’t be kept in and both the immortals delighted in taking him to the brink before leaving him hanging and kissing and fondling each other. Frank let his heart rate relax a little as he watched, they both terrified and fascinated him in equal measure and he wondered what the others were like.
Claire finally pulled away and stood, gathering the robe back around herself as she walked into the room where Lilith had seen the alter. It was age old, the demon demanded blood sacrifice and a human heart and brain were sitting in blood filled platters along with the habitual salt, water and candles. She breathed in the incense and waved a hand over the tapers so that they lit. Screams echoed from the other room and she guessed Gerard had stopped playing nice as she worked.
It took less than ten minutes, her smile now one of satisfaction as she doused the flames and closed the alter. She would not let the demon get out, that was what she knew Gerard would want and Patollo had told her how unfaithful a servant he was and how it was Claire that would have the rewards, that Gerard was just useful…
“What was that?”
Claire watched as Gerard did up his jeans with a smile, soft sobbing now coming from a bloodied Frank who lay on the floor of the bedroom. Claire liked the sound and the shirtless man in front of her made her want to make the boy scream louder.
“I thought of a way to get us what we wanted. It should arrive very soon.”
He frowned, not liking the idea of using something he was unaware of but his Lord had said to trust the witch and so he had to go along with it. In his more pragmatic moments Gerard knew they would need all the help they could get once they went up against the reapers properly. Matt and Syn would have no qualms about ripping him to pieces.
“Is that so? What?”
“A surprise.”
She walked to him, running flaming fingers down his chest until he gasped with the pain and balled her hair in his fist. Her red eyes were alight with humour and triumph as Gerard shook her.
“I don’t like surprises.”
Claire used her magic to push him away and grabbed the ice cream from the bed. She picked Frank up and dumped him back on the bed, content to lick the strawberry flavour from off his chest until Gerard joined her and the licking spread to all parties. She had almost forgotten about the spell until an hour later when the door to the stairwell opened and a figure appeared.
“Fuck!!”
Gerard jumped up, his hand going for the weapons as Zacky Vengeance walked into view. His left hand held the cursed blade and the eyes of both Gerard and Frank were locked on it was the reaper came closer. His face was calm, the green eyes lit up by hatred of the resurrected man in front of him. Claire ran to him, his mouth finding hers in a long kiss before she looked back at Gerard.
“Relax, Zacky and I will not be parted. A little calling out to the blade saw to that.”
She smiled up at her lover and Zacky felt his heart settle back to where it should be. He couldn’t live without Claire, the blade had worked on him and whispered and coaxed until he had found there was no choice. Combined with Claire’s power he had wiped his mind of his friends, of his own morals…he would do what she wanted.
Gerard looked unsure, Frank just stared at the newcomer as Claire settled her head against Zacky’s chest and looked back at them.
“I know how to put the reapers off their game. You wanted vengeance Gerard and I just gave it to you.”

Notes

Next chapter someone is going to die.....