Shepherd of Fire

His bright green eyes flashed at me from across the bar. His lip rings glinted in the low light. His plush lips curved into a cocky smirk that surprised and delighted me. I unabashedly dragged my eyes over his body. As I watched him stare back at me, James leaned over and whispered something to him and Zack laughed--shoving him off. Then he finally came over.

“Can I buy you a beer, beautiful?” He cleared his throat, doing his best to keep up his confident front.
“I don't know, can you?” I stepped closer to him, batting my eyes as he swallowed.

Suddenly, he was all smooth machismo and handed the bartender his fake ID, not breaking his electric gaze from mine.
“Two beers.”
I smiled and looked away, “Coming on a little strong, aren't you?”
Shocking me further, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, “You seem to like it. I'm Zack.”
“Jessica.” I managed to whisper before I drank from the beer that was now next to me.
“Jimmy and me were gonna get high and go fuck with the jocks. You wanna come with us?”

Zack was getting more devious by the minute and I loved it. Downing our drinks, we all left and went to the teen’s car. After we smoked a joint together, Zack drove to a house where he'd heard the big party was for the popular kids.

James grinned mischievously, “You two are clearly down to fuck, so why don't I find a preppy girl to rape and leave you to it?”

Both of us gaped at him in surprise, but then just smiled when he bounded off. It was dark and we were parked away from everyone else, so we hurriedly climbed in the back of the car.

I straddled him the second his ass was in the seat and Zack pressed his lips firmly to mine, parting them as he held me tighter. Grinding my hips, I broke the kiss and leaned close to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me right now, Zack.”

Hands fumbled with clothes and then a condom, my underwear was shoved aside, and Zack pulled me down onto him as he thrust up.
“Jess--fuck--” He leaned his head back against the seat as I started riding him. Zack reached into his back pocket, pulled out a switchblade, flicked it open, and held it to my throat.

I moaned and immediately came, “Zack--fuck--” The cool steel felt amazing on my human skin.
This elicited an evil grin from the young one I fucked, “You like that? You want me to cut you?”
“Yes, Zack--” I didn't stop, but pulled my shirt over my head--moving his hand so that the blade was against my stomach. As I slowed, Zack dragged the blade across my skin just hard enough to draw blood. Throwing my head back, I groaned loudly and bit my lip to keep from screaming. A realization hit me and I wondered if I could get him to do it.

Riding him harder again, I put my hands to his chest, “Women don't treat you well, do they, Zack?” I knew he’d have little self control after being drunk and high.
He shook his head, his green eyes darkening and his plush lips turning up into a devilish grin.
“Mixed feeling, baby? You want to fuck me, or kill me?” I giggled, sliding up and down his cock.

“Why can't I have both?” Zack growled and my skin crawled.

“Tell me how you want it, Zack--” Fuck, I was so close.

“I'm gonna fucking come and then I'm gonna fucking murder you.”

In that one glorious moment, his flashing green eyes met mine as he gasped and came before he roared and plunged the switchblade into my chest. As I screamed, the rest of Zack's innocence hit me in a tidal wave, I came, and that body died.

Gasping in both the overwhelming feelings of Zack's sins as well as a great finish, I woke up in our chambers in the castle.
Satan was outside on the deck, smoking a cigar and leaning back in a chair. Dressing myself in something a little sexier, I walked out to Him and sat in His lap.

Grinning darkly at me, He squeezed my ass cheek, “That was fucking hot, D.”
“You watched?”
“Of course I fucking watched. I love watching you corrupt. It gets me so fucking hard. I had no idea Zack was so far along. That's a done deal.”
I moved so I was straddling Him, His hardness rubbing against me, “You look like you had a good time.” Holding a hand to His mostly bare chest, I looked over His tattered, bloody clothes as He continued to smoke His cigar. It smelled wonderful.

“I went down to your bar tonight. Fucked. Got in fights. Killed.”

My good mood was beginning to spoil, “Who did you fuck?”

“Two vampires. Neither survived very long.” His honey eyes sparkled in the dark light. I attempted to get up, pissed, and He pulled me back against Him.
“They weren't demons.”
I narrowed my eyes, “That's splitting hairs and you fucking know it. If you want to punish me, take me to the playroom. Otherwise--”

The Dark One grabbed my throat and suddenly His eyes flashed red, “Otherwise what, D?” He bared His teeth and licked His forked tongue up my neck, “I'm the Devil. I do whatever I fucking want. Like this.” I gasped and clenched my eyes shut as the Dark Lord forced Himself up inside me, “Oh, fuck, D….shit that's good…” His hand left my throat and both grabbed my hips as He bucked up into me as He clenched His jaw, “You don't want it, Diem, and that's--oh, fuck, that's--so good--”

A single tear slipped down my cheek. I knew my resistance would make this absolutely irresistible to His darker side. Then it started to feel good, so I pushed Him further. Grabbing a fistful of His hair, I yanked as hard as I could.
Snarling and eyes flaming, Shadows’ canines grew long just before they were buried in my neck--His lips closing around them and sucking. The feelings of being joined in so many ways were overwhelming, and I came hard in His lap as He growled against my breaking skin--His bulging arms forcing me to stay in place. Pulling His teeth from my neck, our play becoming too much for Him--Satan ground His hips up one final time and groaned out as He came.

Dissipating His nightmare immediately, I pulled off of Him and stormed back inside and went to my own room.

Notes

Daaark?
Dammit, they're fighting AGAIN. after such a sweet chapter, too....how do they make up?