Chapter 17

Meanwhile at the big diner King and Matt joined Samael and the Pandemonium trio with Mick and Kerim for some drinks and food Samael, the goddess of hospitality, served for them all.

It was nice to sit there and be treated like a beloved little kid again by the Seraph and Azmodan. Just like old happy times.

"Sooo... How were things at your end?" Samael put a plate with sandwich bites in the middle after checking that everyone had a beer in their hand and one cold one in reach and sat down next to Azmodan. Really it was almost a miracle how he could be all over the place and be such a housewife all the time. And also quite a creative and organized one at that...

"It was quite epic, if you ask me," Matt said first, glimpsing around the others who were there. They hummed and grinned in agreement, but stayed silent so Matt took that as a hint to continue. "The angels and possessed ones came on strong. They eventually managed to break through and shatter the Gods' protective shield, but by then we were all lined up to fight them back," he elaborated with a hand on his beer resting on the table, the other resting on the back of his pair's chair, touching his back in the most subtle but also comforting way.

"They were prepared for Seth and his shadow Khazra, even the war demons, but not for a War God on our side..." here he glimpsed at Azmodan with a smirk and nodded his head with respect towards the trio.

"They practically shit their pants," Brent chuckled and sipped from his drink before popping a sandwich bite into his mouth, his side pressed against Christos'.

"We are glad to help," Azmodan nodded back to Matt and glimpsed at his brother and Patryk. "Our mother's heritage was used well today."

"Yeah and it was fun too to finally fight alongside you," King added. "I'm gonna miss these calm moments. But being on the road will be a good thing too. We all play some instruments, so will pass as rock bands among the humans."

"Yeah we can add to that too," Inferno nodded looking questioningly at Christos.

"Yeah, why not? I can pick up a guitar again," the god shrugged to his pair's happy squeak.

"That's a good idea. We could put back the band together too. I miss playing and singing too," Matt rubbed King's shoulder. "I think Paolo would like that and Jim could tag along too," he mused.

Even if it brought up two questions. Would Christos jump between the Trinity and being with them or would they have to look for a new drummer again? And then there was possibly traveling with the by then surely legendary Nephilim.

Matt has seen how fast the enemy disappeared once they've got wind of it or felt it how Jim finished off Gabriel. Even they could feel that shock wave on the battle ground.

Also, as his black Asian eyes moved around the tired but mostly satisfied faces, they stopped on the quietly drinking Patryk's form. "So Patryk... what about that crush the Nephilim clearly has on you?" he asked, already thinking ahead and wondering if the demon would join their group too if Jim traveled with them – and why wouldn't he if Paolo chooses so? After all they were mates.

"Yes. I would allow it if things will go THAT way. As my boy has the liking for the Nephilim also," Inferno replied instead of his servant while the big demon turned almost as red as his hair.

"Nothing has happened or was said yet. A demon can only hope..." he chuckled but Samael's amused giggle was clouding over everything.

"I would soooo love that!" he exclaimed leaning more against Azmodan who just smiled and rubbed his side, melting like always from the seraph.

"The bands will form. And the groups also while we are here. Gonna meet up with my other halves. Have fun everyone," Christos excused himself with that and of course Brent went with him.

"So... How do you feel about my brother and his boy staying here and with us, Matt?" Azmodan asked on his low voice, just out of curiosity over the cherub's thoughts.

Matt still had a smile on his face then took a quick sip of his beer to wash down the food Samael and Brent have prepared for them as a light dinner. "Honestly? I won't mind. You guys were... mind-blowing on the battle ground," he said, hinting at the fact that with that the trio has earned the cherub's respect too as they proved their worth for everyone there that day. "And I think Patryk would be good for Jim's... let's say development too if things go that way," he winked, making the men chuckle around the table.

***

In the end the mentioned Nephilim stayed in their room to make soft and lazy love and cuddle with his pair afterwards. They both needed that after the eventful day.

Though it didn't bring the resting sleep Jim was hoping for. After maybe a two hours long nap he woke up and just couldn't go back to sleep. Not wanting to wake Paolo with his tossing and turning, he rather decided to go and discover the silent Stronghold for himself.

He found it very fascinating, of course. Not just the layout or the many memorabilia on the corridors and in the rooms that all told some stories of "the unholy pair" as he liked to call Lucifer and Samael, but also the goats and the vibes coming off from the place and the ley lines it was situated on. He could feel how it affected them, speeding up their healing and recovering of their powers from which they all have used a fair amount during the battle.

During his wandering around, he finally got to a room, which was probably the one he's been subconsciously looking for. A nice home studio with instruments. With guitars! It's been such a long time that he could play that his fingers began to itch right away.

With a smile he entered and took some time examining the lined up beauties, trying them all out until settling on one and began to warm up his hand before getting lost in his playing, the events from the day before playing behind his closed eyelids like a movie.

The arrival of the demons. The cathedral. The fighting. Gabriel's last relieved smile. Then his body falling towards the ground among the dust clouds in the air...

Walking his own usual patrolling rounds and taking a look around also was the pure demon warrior of Pandemonium. Passing the studio, he felt Jim playing there and with a quick idea he turned around.

A few minutes later he opened the door quietly but trying to make his presence noticed and not scare Jim, he placed a hot cup of coffee on top of the amplifier, next to the playing man and picked up a guitar himself to try it out.

The first time Jim didn't really feel Patryk's presence from outside because he was too lost in his own world and playing, but when he came in, he looked up a bit surprised and his fingers slid on the strings a bit.

He looked at the steaming mug on the amplifier as if he didn't know what it was. Then he glimpsed at the already sitting and strumming big demon, his face half-hidden by the nearly waist-long straight hair. By then Jim's face was flushed again. "T-thanks..." he stammered a bit and even forgot to play as he kept staring and listening.

"Enjoy," Patryk smiled up from behind his red hair and started a light guitar solo. He was a little bit nervous... The first real encounter with the mighty… and for his taste very hot Nephilim. Playing a little was a good way for him too to relax a bit. And it seemed music could be their common ground. "You know... We played as a band. Samael on guitar, Azmodan on bass and Inferno on the drums. I'm kinda young so just had that a short while between all the ranking wars," he said to break the silence and picked up his mug too to take a sip.

Jim took another long sip, savoring the strong coffee for a few moments, but his attention was already drifting back to what Patryk was saying.

"Wow. Didn't see that coming..." he chuckled a bit nervously too, but more relaxed sensing that he wasn't the only one in the room who felt that way. That seemed to do the trick and his kind's curiosity took over the girly blushing role. "I mean... obviously you can play... I just... wow, a Pandemonium rock band from huge hot demon dudes..." Okay, here he turned bright red again, but just cleared his throat. "What was the band's name? And... young? How old are you then?" he asked sipping one more before putting the mug back down and joining into the light solo with ease.

Patryk laughed shyly and bit his lip blushing some more to that. "Don't know about the 'hot demon dudes' part but thanks, I guess. I was not in that much, but Samael had some name ideas," he said, working up a good rhythm with Jim. "I guess here I am not that young. But home I am. Hmm… about 120 Earth years or so..." he replied as they stopped and he put the guitar down. Caressing his hair out of his face, he kept his shining eyes on Jim. Clearly eager to know his reactions about his age... As it might be an issue…

"Whoa! You are full of surprises... 120 years old? Yes, that's an already long life here when the average life expectancy used to be around eighty but if you were lucky, you could live up around ninety," he explained, not sure if Patryk was clear with this too or not. "Of course this was all before the apocalypse. Now we'll see. Plus yeah, now I'm immortal too," he rambled scratching his head then tossing his wavy hair to the side, though some of it fell back into a hazel eye. "That's something I still have to fully come to terms with, ya know," Jim added with a small snort but smirked at Patryk, clearly not having any issues with his age. Especially after spending so much time around ancient beings...

"And how did you end up serving the brothers... or more Inferno?" Jim asked, some naughtiness finally flaring up in his eyes.

"In my world demons live long. Many thousands of years even if they don't die in a battle," Patryk explained easing up a bit too. "My clan was defeated and killed off. The enemy got help from out of our world. And that is not fair. The warlords came to interfere when they learned about it. But by the time they defeated them only I was alive. I was a kid… Around 15 in Earth years. Inferno and Azmodan took care of me and trained me. And no... we also not likely use the young ones as we wish... The sexual contact with my master was started by me when I was 40 and already had some encounters with others," he giggled a little as he read Jim's facial expressions. "To be honest I am a little bit nervous. Uhmm... I've heard rumors that you... might... like me...?" he asked biting his bottom lip again.

Jim was smitten with that giggle coming from the otherwise massively built demon. "I see... Well, that training definitely paid off..." he mumbled and caught himself staring maybe for a bit too long. "But... err... I'm really sorry about your clan. It's a good thing that the brothers took you under their wing. Quite literally, I guess..." he chuckled a bit nervously too then felt his cheeks heating up a bit again.

Beyond all the attraction that Jim felt towards the insanely blue-eyed demon, Jim also picked up on other things too about Patryk. Like how it all made sense what he had said about how age worked differently between the two worlds. He did act like a human in their twenties. Not like the much older and seasoned warrior brothers. Not that it would make Patryk any less attractive to Jim.

"Errr... these guys are worse than a soap opera..." Jim rolled his eyes then smiled a bit nervously too. "And... what if the rumors are true? Would you mind?" he asked, eyeing the wider face and the thick neck too, swallowing hard.

The big demon curled his hair behind his right ear and locked his sky blue eyes with Jim's hazel ones. "I would love it if the rumors were true. Because... you see... the other rumor about me liking you is also true…" he said clearly trying to stay serious but blushed and giggled in the end.

"Not really giving off the sky-shattering rough warrior here, am I? The thing is I never felt this way towards someone out of my world. And never tried to start anything... And so I need to state that I am not that shy or... gentle in... given situations..." he hummed wiggling his light ginger brows at Jim then laughed again.

Jim giggled a bit at a loss from Patryk's confessions and his gaze heated up right away knowing that he liked him too and the... other thing. It sent his brain down the gutter right away and he nervously adjusted the guitar on his thighs, strumming the strings a few times just to do something with his hands.

One particular image stuck with him about the demon trio being even bigger in their true forms. Jim remembered how unique (or at least for him) Patryk looked like that and his mind went to regions he didn't see of him yet like that. That coaxed another giggle (this time dirtier) out of him and he was red as a tomato by then.

"You know, I don't think that would be a problem... Hm... Nah, I'm already quite fond of that image..." he purred in a flirtatious way. "I'm also glad that you like me back. I've never seen someone like you before. A pure-blooded Pandemonium demon. You're beautiful and... hot in your true form," he said and quickly wet his bottom lip which all of a sudden felt so damn dry. "Err... and what would your master say about... well, us getting closer?" the Nephilim asked curiously.

"Yeah I could tell you liked the image," Patryk winked. "My master allows it. He stated it just last night. What about your mate? And you have to know that I know little about humans and this world. Master Inferno said you probably need to be treated more... gently than my kind. But I guess when the time comes we’ll figure it out…" he finished up the coffee, lost a little in his thoughts.

"Oh... that's good," Jim smiled, figuring that as a good master and war lord, probably not much could go past Inferno without noticing it. "And don't worry about Paolo. He's chill and... let's say... very open-minded when it comes to sex and relationships," Jim chuckled with a loving smile on his lips as he thought of his still sleeping mate. But he said only that about him as it was Paolo's choice how much he wanted people to know about his past. But then... Patryk maybe knew it already. But aaaanyways, he steered his wandering thoughts back to the topic at hand.

"I... err... well, I'm open-minded too and could teach you things about humans as well. You know, until not so long ago I was just a simple troubled biker dude with alcohol and drug problems as I didn't understand my ability of seeing the truth. Or the awakening powers in me. But since then I've learned a lot and continue doing so every day. I was never really attracted to big males like you guys, but I'm still changing... So... I guess what I'm trying to say is that yes, we'll figure things out. Though I do like rough sex... and bottoming more and more too, just so you know..."

"That all are good news. Especially the last part," the demon giggled and stood up to walk in front of the sitting Nephilim. Looking down at the blondish bearded man for a little while. Then crouched down before Jim and with that became a little shorter. "I can tell that this size thing is all new for you. And this all is new for me… So... let's just try like this for now," he reached up to caress Jim's hair out of his face and gently pull him closer to initiate a kiss.

Suddenly Jim's heart jumped up into his throat. Not from fear but excitement as he stared at the crouching demon in front of him. "Yeah..." That's all he could force out of him, but it didn't really matter either as he was already getting lost in the blue eyes and the gentle touch.

He moved like someone pulled by a string and closed his eyes as their lips brushed together. He loved that feeling and scent immediately. His long fingers tightened around the neck of the guitar between them, but his other hand sneaked up to caress and take hold of a muscular upper-arm. The hardness of said muscles making him moan against the exploring lips.

"More, please..." he whispered onto Patryk's mouth and playfully licked along its seam, keeping his own lips slightly parted as an invite for a deeper second kiss.

"You taste so different... I love it…" the big demon breathed and picked up the guitar from Jim's lap.

Sitting back on the floor, he pulled the tall lean man down to straddle him and without wasting any more time kissed the offered lips. This time with his own passion and pace. Deep and growling low into it. His tongue pushing inside the parted lips and rubbed along Jim's while his big hands were groping the long back and shoulders.

Being the smaller one and manhandled with such ease was quite the mind-blowing experience to Jim, but he found himself already loving it as he put his tattooed arms around the broad shoulders, kissing back just as deeply, but letting Patryk lead.

This was so hot and exciting that he couldn't keep his hands around that thick neck for long. So he let them wander, map out the firm muscles through the shirt the demon had on. He wanted to say that he felt warmer to his touch, but didn't want to break that awesome kiss, pressing himself closer to the bigger man.

The demon moaned from the lean hands’ touches and gripped at Jim's sides and pulled the lighter man closer to his groin. "You know you're making me crazy, right? Your powers and scent... That mixed breed scent always kills me," Patryk mumbled circling his hips under Jim and kissing and nipping along his neck and beard.

"Your scent does the same to me... Can't even have words to describe it," Jim panted, offering his neck more to the demon, his own groin answering that call and bucking back against the nice erection he could feel so very clearly under him.

"You and your powers are so... warm," Jim moaned just when his hands finally found their way under the thin fabric to touch bare hot skin. "You're like a furnace..."

"You know what they say about the devil… You saw me…" Patryk giggled taking some long deep breaths pulling back, just looking into Jim's eyes. "Your other half inside you approves too. I can feel the energies. Do you have any plans for... now?" he moaned from the sneaky rubbing of the Nephilim’s fine little butt. But managed to calm down his passion. A cool calmness radiated from his energies. Giving hints of an experienced, in control dominant top.

The mismatched golden and blue eyes looked back at the handsome devil and suddenly Jim swallowed hard. "You... you can feel Corey?" he whispered a bit hoarsely both moved and in awe.

He watched the now serious yet open face. The slightly glowing blue eyes, the long strawberry blond hair with which Jim's long fingers started playing without really noticing it. He could not just see but feel the switch in Patryk's demeanor. The subtle change in his expression, gaze and even the way he was holding Jim.

It baffled but also excited Jim just how swiftly he did that. Now that hot passion was gone, but the calm confidence radiating from the male cooled his own fire somewhat too so he could think a bit clearer again.

Realizing that Patryk was still waiting for his answer, Jim cleared his throat and blushed a bit again, instinctively lowering his eyes to where his fingers were tangled in the long hair. This sudden shift... was so confusing, but he also liked it along with the way the demon felt now. So... calm and in control...

"I... like this," he uttered, kinda frozen with his body, even his fingers stopped in the silky hair from the realization. "You in control," he glimpsed up, daring to hold the blue gaze that saw deeper into him with such ease. "I'd like some more of that. Feel some more of it... To see how I like it."

"Hmm... have you ever been dominated before, Jim? Giving up your own will and allow someone to control you? I can feel that it is new to you. We have to lay down the limits you feel conformable with. I know you understand that it is more than just some tying to the bed stuff," Patryk spoke low and kind. Holding Jim close and somehow protectively, as if he was cradling a precious fragile treasure that needed his care to be safe. "You see... I am more used to the role of leading sexual acts. To know what my Master and partner needs and give that to ease the body and soul in a different experience. That comes naturally to me. If you’d like to know that side of me…" he smiled down at the eager but messed up man, gently caressing the beard and face with his thick fingers.

That feeling of being small and vulnerable was growing in Jim with each word and gesture Patryk made. Even his energies seemed to circle him like in a safe cocoon. Yes, it was kinda new, but that's not what made Jim swallow hard again. It was the kind understanding words that made him melt and feel even more messed up – but in a good way.

Jim took a long moment to look inside hard and think things through. The patience with which Patryk was waiting for him to be ready to speak seemed to make his walls lower even more.

"I... no. Not in the depth you mean with your words. In the sexual way I was dominated before a few times, but I'm usually the top. But I know what you are talking about. I know some of what the role of a good Dom entails," he said, leaning his bearded face into the caressing hand and closing his two-colored eyes for a few moments before continuing.

"Yes, we need to talk about the limits. And I also know that I have to be open with you about myself and my feelings. But I think that for you to fully understand me, you'll have to learn a lot about me and my past too. Like the fact that I've always feared my Second Sight ever since I was a kid and tried to suppress it as I had no control over it. My family life... wasn't ideal either. That had left deep marks on me and I guess that's why I liked to stay in control when it came to sex. I mean... I like that up to this day too, but never really, really let anyone dominate me the way I know you could. It's both scary and exciting to me. Scary because I'm an addictive type and don't know how deep I could get lost in you; and exciting because I want to... just let go... let my guards down and find shelter and understanding and... a safe place where I don't have to be the 'legendary world savior Nephilim'... Just me, same ol' Jim..." he whispered at the end, fighting with his tears. 

Of course, Paolo could give him that protection too, but Patryk and what he was offering was different, he could feel it. "I have to warn you, that under the surface... I'm very... messed up. Not sure you are up to dive into that part of me," he chuckled dryly, remembering all the shit he's been suppressing all his life and how very tired he's been from all this 'losing his first love to save the world and become the legendary Nephilim' business. And most recently having to kill Gabriel. That was still so fresh too. Something that kept him up for most of the night.

Could Patryk create him a safe place where he could completely forget about that?

The demon listened interested and calm. He kept caressing the slowly opening up man. "You're thinking about your mate. Don't worry about the mess. As I said, my natural talent is to untangle such mess. My master is the same in a way of keeping things inside of him. The addiction not an issue if things are kept under control," he said, slowly moving Jim to sit beside him and he magically caressed the tee off the long slim torso.

"You know… a lot of such inner pressure can be understood and let go through the actions of the flesh. You might have noticed that one of my powers is high intuition. It's borderline mind and spirit reading almost," he chuckled shortly. "I can assure you that I would know anything that doesn't feel right for you. And also know what you would need in your subconscious to find peace. Have you ever practiced the limits of the flesh?"

Jim was listening to the calm smooth voice in awe, barely noticing how he got half-naked. His runes on his chest were dimly glowing as he smiled then exhaled long and slowly. Patryk got it. Jim knew that both from his words and energies. And the good feelings he had about this told him that too. He'd learned a long while back that he had to listen to his intuitions.

"That's a... wicked ability. And a big help for a Dom," Jim chuckled too, a bit even more comfortable, not bothered by his half-nakedness. It was so... easy to talk to Patryk or just to be around him. Yes, the passion and the attraction were there, shimmering under the surface still. Like a small little flame that could become... well, an Inferno if let. That made Jim giggle a bit on his own brilliant pun for a sec then he lightly frowned. "Hm... what do you mean exactly by 'practicing the limits of the flesh'?"

"Pleasure in pain. It is a practice in... these circles, so to say… "the demon smiled and pulled his own tee over his head. Revealing a bulging muscular chest slightly covered in soft feather-like red body hair.

"Focusing what troubles you into pain. Pain ends. It always does. And with that the feelings too. Wounds heal on the flesh, just as on the soul. You feel bad about Gabriel. Want me to help you find peace and understand more his decisions?"

"Yes... yes, I know some of that practice. Always liked some pain during sex. But it wasn't a conscious thing, I think," Jim mused, his mouth going dry again as he kept feasting his eyes on the revealed strong chest. Patryk was indeed beautiful. And massive. Jim was glad that he was already sitting, because the sight made his legs go weak.

"Yes. Please..." he finally nodded focusing more on not wanting to suppress that recent kill like he usually would have in the past. "Logically... I get it why he did that and I'm glad I could give him some peace. But... yes," he sighed relaxing his shoulders as he slowly exhaled.

"Alright. You know I am one of those your kind calls devil. But I swear to you that you will be safe. Just let yourself feel those things and I help them manifest," the demon said, pulling Jim close again into his strong arms and kissed him shortly.

"You connect this with your merged lover. A good hard fuck would be amazing and perfect distraction to bury that all. So... maybe after we play… Hmm…" Patryk's clawed finger slid down along Jim's chest to tease him. And his powers were already making the Nephilim get lost in the depths of his emotions.

Frankly, by then Jim didn’t really comprehend what Patryk was saying, because of that teasing little scratch passing his runes and going lower. He immediately started breathing shallower and couldn't stop himself from stroking along the scar on the demon's chin. He wondered how it had gotten there. Probably with magic or something because it stayed visible even after healing.

Then he lowered his eyes onto the broad chest, stroking across the soft red hairs while opening up and giving himself over to his own emotions, letting himself feel them for a change.

Those emotions that connected Gabriel and his Corey in his soul. Ever since the dream the Archangel had sent to them Jim couldn't shake that feeling, leading him back to his love.

Now the demon's powers put him deep into feeling those. Or what his subconscious thought about how Gabriel was feeling.

Being in complete darkness... Unable to move. Stuck without his own will. His muscles jumped under his skin but wasn't able to move from the petrified numbness. His mouth opened but no sound came out and the total hopeless took over him.

What Jim felt Gabriel feeling from that dream reminded him of his first love. And he felt guilty. Guilty that he should've been better for Corey while they were together. More understanding and attentive and less focused on himself – even if he was going through a lot of changes. He should've given more to him. Because Corey was so selfless. He's been only giving to Jim ever since he was appointed as his shadow guardian. And Jim felt guilty for hurting him with his rejection. He felt pissed at himself for all that wasted time while he let his fears conquer him. Causing Corey to suffer when he only deserved to be loved. And nothing could bring back that time. Corey was gone in the physical sense, even if he was always with him as a part of Jim.

He let that disappointment and anger loose which he still felt deep down and have been choking him for not being able to say a proper goodbye to Corey. It was probably the biggest regret and pain for the Nephilim. 

He was back there in the ruins of the amphitheater, holding his sword which pierced through Corey's body just like it did with Gabriel's the previous day. He saw that beloved pair of glowing blue eyes. He saw the love in them as Corey was making the ultimate sacrifice for him. He saw that small smile clear as day and he realized that in the present tears were streaming down his face again as his chest and soul were aching badly, his second rune glowing in a bright green hue by then.

The freer his pain was flowing, the more overwhelming it was getting and he softly whined for a release as he was sobbing in Patryk's arms.

"We need to make room for him to help you bloom," the demon's low, almost hypnotic voice lingered through all that mess. And slowly Jim was allowed to physically feel again, and know by his senses too that he was held safe between the strong arms.

"Breathe in..." he could hear and between the two runes on his chest like melted iron, the devil claws dug deep into his flesh. Burning and ripping the muscles and bones as he felt the pain rushing along his nerves. "Keep your breath inside... They have chosen you to be freed by their pain. To help you. If you want this pain to stop, you let that guilt go," Patryk spoke as the runes were glowing bright on Jim's chest. The burning feeling piercing through him and leaving an empty hole in the middle of his chest.

"You are worthy of relief. As they were. Be one with them and let it go. Breath out..." Patryk ordered on a strict voice and pulled his claws out of Jim's chest to let him howl as the burning swept out of his system.

The starting panic quickly subsided from Patryk's sure and soothing voice. The strength and steadiness behind those words kept Jim on track, guided him to do what was necessary for this to work. The physical pain was less overwhelming than the mental one, but he let them merge with the burning he was feeling where the demon's clawed fingers and powers penetrated his bleeding chest.

The second he heard the order and the claws retracted, Jim exhaled with a loud hoarse howl, all those bottled up emotions rushing out with the burning pain as if Patryk's claws were pulling them out on a string, but it was Jim who pushed it all out with the pain.

As Jim was panting and groaning, he felt relief starting to spread in his chest, his body already healing his wound fast, but the smell of his blood was still thick around them as he rested his head on the demon's shoulder, whole body trembling lightly and he realized he was rock hard from all this, but he wasn't even surprised or bothered by it, just dug his fingers deeper into the demon's skin where he was holding onto him, letting his unique scent and the warm safe feeling surround and support him just as much as the muscular arms. He let himself get lost in it while he took slower deep breaths, feeling his chest and soul much, much lighter.

"Thank you..." he murmured hoarsely onto Patryk's collarbone.

"You did the hard work... I just assisted," Patryk giggled, being the easy going person once again. "In other occasions now I would hang you from the ceiling and ride you through the sunset, though," he moaned and stroked along Jim's front till the raging hardness.

"Oh... that sounds promising," Jim giggled a bit more grounded now too as the wound closed and the bleeding stopped and he even purred and curled a bit more towards the caressing hand like a small satisfied cat on his master's lap. Which he practically was in that moment. "All of it..." he added, kissing the strong collarbone, his fingers relaxing and stroking Patryk's naked side and back a few times.

But he could feel from the demon's energies that for now they were done here. "Can't wait," he lifted his head and smiled at the other man much calmer, the remains of his tears slowly drying on his face, but he didn't care just leaned up and softly kissed him.

"I should probably go and... hm... not waste this perfectly fine boner all this gave me," he giggled onto the soft lips, stroking the thin patch of hair on Patryk's chin then kissing along the scar next to it. "Paolo is all question marks and curious about what went down with me."

"Nah... It's a very awesome boner indeed," Patryk giggled returning the small kisses and caresses. "Can't wait to play with it myself. You know..." he trailed off teasingly while drawing circles on Jim's shoulder with his fingertip. "I can make any scenario happen with my powers… The devil can make all your wild dreams come true… "he winked kissing Jim's lips once more then gently made them stand and part with that. "Make your pair happy. I'll make my master."

And that's exactly what Jim did. Once he was able to stop giggling and walk back on wobbly legs to the room he and Paolo were in. Still very much under the effect of the big demon and what just happened.

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