Chapter 10

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The eyes of all the demons followed the little group walking across the hall. Muttered words and whispers spread around as the Prince of Hell led his 'servants' to the restaurant.

Paolo has been in the hotel before, but still felt uncomfortable from all the curious attention. So far he and the others kept their human look. Still, as much as it counted as an honor to belong to the king, he was an angel. And in that dimension his kind was not so welcomed...

"The restaurant is a common meeting place for all beings. Joe you stay close to Paolo," Corey said low to the others. It was risky. But he had to show himself from time to time. And getting news from the contact from his home was also a must. He had some bad feelings that kept creeping up on him and he didn't want to risk anything.

The restaurant was even more posh – if that was even possible at all. The walls were crimson red, golden carved frames contouring them. There were shiny black floor tiles and silver colored tables and chairs. A small stage was decorated all over with golden yellow and gore red roses and leaves.

And as they stepped across the also impressive gate, all of them changed to their true form.

If there were whispers until then, after they changed to their natural form, more ran through the restaurant. And Matt could feel more eyes on him. Not that he would see them, because he only dared to glimpse up once or twice, but otherwise his eyes stayed downcast as he was walking a step behind Corey. 

As discussed, he was wearing a sleeveless black shirt showing off his marks, matching pair of jeans and boots and a black leather collar around his neck. The extra whispers and staring he got because of his black feathery wings, which he had closed behind him. At least he wasn't shedding his feathers now.

Of course, Matt knew that the rest of their group got their fair share of staring too, even heard a few disgusted snorts, but other than that, no one approached them – yet. As they sat down by Corey's – probably – regular table near the stage, he slid shyly under one of the high demon's arms. Of course outward it was an act, but truth be told, Matt felt a bit better so close to him as he didn't know what to expect and all the staring made him feel a bit uncomfortable despite the fact that he knew this was going to happen. Now he just had to play his role and don't fuck this up for Corey.

The disgusted comments were aimed mostly at the one who didn't change at all. The human with them tried to be small and invisible. He heard them well... Some suggested he was the high lord's dinner, or some sacrifice gone wrong. But it was very clear that human kind was not welcomed too warmly there.

The half-demon felt the same way... He was a breed of a low cast demon race. From the magic in the restaurant he fully looked like that. Just one of the millions of soldiers of the army of Hell. Big long pointy ears, a bald head with horns. Dark grey, almost black skin with armor-like scales on his shoulders and chest, a line of sharp pointy teeth and red glowing eyes. Narrow long wings, and limbs and claws and a swinging devil tail of an animal crawling on all fours most of the time.

"I see you still gather all the strays..." a cool voice stated. It belonged to a very elegant-looking demon.

"Nice to see you too again... Let's just eat first," Corey nodded to the stranger as he sat beside him and waved to the waiter.

Matt hasn’t seen Brent in his full true form yet, although caught glimpses of it once or twice from the corner of his eye. He wasn't that surprised since he'd seen a couple of his kind before. They usually were after such creatures to kill them, but it was something he wouldn't bring up to the poor guy. But all the comments he and Joe got made him curl his hands into fists on top of his thighs.

And from that Matt knew that he already considered them family along with his angel brother, who was unusually quiet too. It was actually strange from the bald guy, but he had to behave and keep his jokes back. After all, they all had to make sure Corey maintained his public image. So they were just sitting there in silence for a minute or two.

That gave Matt time to steal better glances of the other guests and the interior too. Needless to say, most were elegant or very mysterious with hoods here and there, pulling back into the shadows as the place was only half-lit. And warm. Or at least Matt felt it like that so was grateful for his light clothing. He was also pretty sure that it wasn't only because of all the hellish powers but actual heating too. Otherwise he quite liked the decor with the mainly dark tones.

His thoughts were interrupted by the man that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Matt wanted to look up to examine him, but remembered that he wasn't really allowed so first he just saw the guy's expensive and shiny shoes and custom made suit pants. He glimpsed at his face only when the waiter arrived to their table. And well... it certainly was a sight to behold. One side of the stranger's face was very handsome with glowing eyes, slicked back brown hair and smooth tanned skin. But the other was quite the opposite. It looked like as if at some point it melted or maybe rotted half-way.

Remembering himself, Matt quickly looked down when the other demon's eyes started to move towards him.

The wait till a bunch of waiters brought their food was spent in silence. But as soon as they served them, Corey said something and drew a circle in the air with his finger and a fog-like dark barrier surrounded their table. Like a force field blocking the others out.

"Relax, guys. Meet the famous Balthazar, those who haven’t before. He is the connection of mine to home. Nice to see you again, also," Corey said, sending a smile to his angel and the others.

"Balthazar?" Matt blurted out before he could stop himself. Cursing on the inside as he didn't know just how much they could 'relax' around 'the connection', Matt pressed his lips together.

"From your question I recon you've heard of me before..." the demon said on a smooth yet satisfied and a bit arrogant voice. Matt could've sworn he heard some hissing undertones too. Like snakes.

"Yes," he looked up feeling the powerful gaze on him. But Matt wasn't stupid to reveal that in the past he and his group tried to track down and kill him. He'd also heard of his two-faced kind, who liked to gamble and trick everyone, but Matt didn't expect this guy to be Balthazar.

"He is my friend. And not stupid to do anything against me or my band. Right?" Corey turned back to the other high demon with a raised brow.

Who smiled and bowed a little as a response. "Of course not, my lord."

All that time Paolo tried to hold back his golden glow, but after they got to be on their own, he sighed. "Really relax. No one can hear, see or sense us here."

"That's right," Corey nodded.

Hearing that, Matt forced himself to relax back into Corey's half-embrace and picked up his spoon to taste his soup, but kept an eye on the other demon. He couldn't help it, but he wasn't able to trust him one bit – especially if all the stories he'd heard about him were true.

"So he's the One, isn't he, my lord?" Balthazar asked with a small smile but couldn't hide the curiosity from his voice as he started flipping a coin on his knuckles, taking a better look at Matt and his black wings and was clearly drinking in all the other details of him too.

Of course, it made the half-angel stop eating and stare back with a guarded look.

"Yes, it seems so. But we are here to hear what you have to tell me," Corey said putting one of his wings around his pair.

"I'm sorry… Just got... mesmerized, I guess," Balthazar smiled mischievously and tossing the coin in the air, he put it away after he caught it. "I am not the only one who got like that, it seems. Many of those are after you. You know how it is, my lord... Some can never forget what they had lost," he spoke mysteriously but it was all crystal clear to Corey. And Paolo nodded a few times all-knowingly as well. Joe was all questions, but rather stayed quiet and low, even inside the safe barrier. As a human he didn't trust the tricky demon at all.

Brent felt the same way as Joe, but the curiosity was stronger in him while watching the conversation unfolding between them. He could tell just how stronger their guest was and drank in everything he could while staying calm on the far end of the table, blinking with his red eyes.

Matt on the other hand frowned and looked between the three who understood what was going on. He wasn't stupid, though. He knew that the cryptic words were used like this to keep yet another thing from him. Well... that pissed him off a bit, but he remembered Corey's words about not letting his emotions explode in order to keep his flames at bay. But he swore to himself that he will grill Corey later for an explanation. Or Paolo, if there wasn't going to be another choice.

But this wasn't good news, no doubt about it. They kept chasing them because of Corey and Matt had a strong hunch that now because of him too. "Can we do something about this... situation?" he blurted out, his not too submissive side flashing in his eyes as he wanted to protect and fight for his pair and friends. Or solve this some other way that would keep them alive.

"What... passion…" Balthazar mused, his smug smile showing even on the distorted side of his face. His one red and one warm brown eye looked at Matt deeply. Like reading him with his demon senses for a few seconds, then he turned to Corey to speak. "You can't run forever, my lord. Time is short... Tick tock, tick tock... What you can do about it is to speed up the process…"

"Hmm... I can't do that. He's... It's a more important matter than to do that," Corey only said that, putting even an arm around Matt. "We keep in touch. Send me information about the places and persons like before."

"As you wish, my lord. I'll do that," the demon nodded still with that smug smile, but also with respect to Corey before standing up and stroking down his suit. He walked through the smoke around them as if it wasn't there at all and disappeared from their sight.

Matt could wait only until then and turned a bit to look at Corey, his appetite completely lost. "What was he talking about when he mentioned some cannot forget what they had lost? And my chasers are after us too, right?" he frowned, narrowing his glowing eyes. "And speeding up the process? My changes?"

Everyone else were looking at them, including Paolo, who seemed to be a bit worried for some reason, but stayed silent to let Corey decide how much he would want to reveal – if anything at all – right now.

"Hmm..." Corey only responded that and turned all his attention to the food. "I will think about it. Want any ice cream or something? I'm in a mood for dessert," he added with a smile and with the swing of his hand made the fog barrier vanish, and waved for the waiter.

Paolo bit his lip and suppressed a sigh finishing his plate. He could feel the very uneasiness of Brent as the half-demon poked his side as if asking 'what now?'

Joe looked just as questioningly around, but focused on eating too. Matt didn't see any of that as anger clouded his vision. When he felt his emotions starting to take over and his skin warming up, he focused on holding himself back, but on the inside he felt offended. He knew it was stupid and it wasn't the place to talk about such things, but still... Corey completely ignored his questions and with making the protecting fog disappear, he effectively forced Matt back into his submissive role – which was important to keep up now that the other creatures could hear and see them again.

Snorting, he looked aside and fixed his gaze on the floor, ignoring his barely touched soup. "I'm not hungry anymore, thanks," he said on a cool quiet voice and folded his bare arms in front of his chest, but didn't try to pull away from Corey or his wing. After all, he was his "pet"...

"We would like my usual order up in my suite. Thanks," Corey told to the waiter and patted Matt's thigh that they were going.

The way out was even more weird, if it was possible. The whispers were aimed at the 'lucky pet' not so subtly or quietly. Many of the staff people and some female demons stared at Matt, outright challenging and looking him down, stating about his demon marks and clearly mixed breed... Calling him a cur who is lucky to have 'such' blood in him and not eaten alive by the Lord of Fire... It was all very confusing if they asked Joe... Then again... no one did... And the human was a little glad on the inside that everyone ignored him as they went up to the luxury suite again.

The more comments Matt heard, the more closed up his face became. He ignored the challenging stares, though, and kept his eyes on the floor and Corey's heels as he followed him without a word. Now he could feel the weight of that collar even more, but it was far from how he imagined it would make him feel. Because he felt the anger rising in him again. It was silent but there behind his closed up facade. In his attempts to stop anything from that to show on him, he even managed to cut himself off from Corey as he closed up. And feared that if he looked up at the onlookers just once, he would still lose it...

The only other thing that kept him from doing that was that at least this way he drew the unwanted attention off from the others. At least he could help on them in this fucked up way.

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By the time they got to the elevator, Matt's jaw clenched and he couldn't even comprehend Paolo's chatting – an attempt to lift the mood a bit. Matt kept staring at the floor and the second the suite's main door closed behind them, he headed towards the bedroom he shared with Corey. He was pretty sure he would follow him.

Stopping in the middle of the half-lit room, he turned around to face the demon and tugged on his collar at the front. "Take it off."

"Talk to me first…" Corey said calmly and walked past Matt and sat on the armchair that looked a bit like a throne by the window. "You behaved well. And I know you want to talk about so much. You can now," he said and murmuring some spells he made a force field bubble wrap them up. "Let your fire loose…"

Corey's behavior and words were like oil on things and the second those last words left the demon prince's lips, Matt's arms got covered in the bluish-white flames, his eyes glowing bright golden as his wings spread behind him.

"Well thank you very much for your praising words, Master..." the pissed off half-breed began, giving a biting edge to the last word of his sentence. Without thinking about it, his long legs started taking him closer to Corey, his flames spreading fast along more and more of his body. And it seemed that now that Matt gave way to the fire, he couldn't stop it – but didn't want to either...

"Stop trying to 'spare my feelings' and keep me in the dark. You've been eluding answering my questions so far and I let you. But I want answers. Now! Tell me what the fuck is going on, oh mighty Prince of Hell... or are you starting to like your role and think of me like all those assholes down there? That I AM your pet, huh? That's why you won't take this off?" Matt waved towards the collar, which got covered in the flames too, but didn't burn away. It was probably made to withstand magical fire, which could pretty often happen at such a place.

Corey slid lower so he was sitting in a more comfortable position on his 'throne' and looked the angel over from head to toe. "You surely look like my pet now... This bubble blocks everything away. So you don't have to hold back... I was just an evil royal demon for you anyway. One that ruined everything... Your life with your beloved brothers, and now you even wear my marks and collar. Tsk, tsk... Why you care about answers when you are still so hooked up on what this place staff gossips about?" he said to Matt on a calm smug voice. Even smiled a little, showing his fangs, flashing his red eyes up.

This attitude of Corey was pissing Matt off even more – if it was possible. Now his fire enveloped all of his body and was expanding, licking along the smug demon's body too, its heat rising, even if it couldn't hurt a being born from fire. And the more it was burning, the less Matt wanted or thought that he would hold back...

"You're fucking wrong about that! The blaming you part. I never blamed you for what I've lost in order to save you. It felt right. Necessary. Even then when I knew even less than I know now!" he shouted, his hands curling into fists by his sides. Damn, this fucker could get on his nerves with his irritating behavior. But maybe it was good to finally give out all this pent up tension....

"Because this is all fucking new to me and they know nothing about the real nature of our relationship. How you love to be under me. How you just loooove to be my little bitch... Not the other way around! And they'll never know. But that's not what pisses me off. It's how you fucking cut me off and forced me into public submission down there without even a word! Never ever do that to me, you fucker!" Matt outright shouted now, the veins bulging in his neck and at his temples.

"Hmm…" Corey straightened up a bit and stroked his long hair back, his fingers running over one of his black horns.

"You realize who I am here, right? That if any sound of you disagreeing with me or raising your voice gets out of here, they will drag you to Hell and I cannot say anything to save you..." he said standing up and stepping into the fire of Matt that was slowly swirling around the angel. "You need to learn self-control..." he growled at the angry and very sexy pair of his.

Well, even in his pissed off state, Matt had to admit that Corey sitting there so relaxed on his "throne" made him look like the high royalty he was... and yes, the half-angel still found him hot as fuck, but he was just too pissed and out of control to really let that feeling spread in him. Corey was provoking him, he knew, but it also felt good to let his control go over himself for a change.

"I fucking know who you are here. And I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about how you made the fog disappear before saying one fucking word to me. Something like 'we'll talk about this later' or some similar shit, thus forcing me to obey you in order to keep up the precious picture you have of yourself here! I'm not stupid, I went along and said no fucking word about it while we were in public!" he outright snarled by then.

As another wave of anger took over him, Matt grabbed the front of Corey's shirt and pulled him even closer so their faces were only a breath away. "You talk of making me learn self-control... Then fucking stop provoking me, you bastard!" he hissed and before Matt knew, he was kissing the horned beast in front of him, not caring that the sharp fangs made his lips bleed.

As the wildly swirling fire engulfed him, Corey may or may not let out a small chuckle as Matt kissed him.

But keeping up his game, he grabbed the upper arms of the half-breed as if he wanted to hold him back. Even forced Matt one step backwards as he surprised his pair with still resisting to obey, like he usually would do. The more pissed angel, the merrier...

Matt's glowing eyes widened a bit surprised from the resistance he was met with. Corey's never been like this to him before. Never tried to fight him like this.

"Oh nonono. You won't fucking get away with this!" he growled as he made his fire practically burn off their clothes, his hands helping with the rest that survived. Then he was pushing Corey down onto the ground in their literally safe bubble, the blue flames engulfing both of them as Matt forced his slightly bleeding mouth onto the demon's, his strong thighs pushing Corey's open to be able to grind against him.

Of course the demon prince was more than happy to finally submit to his raging pair. All that fire around them and the force he felt from Matt made his head spin and his cock jump and leak from need and want.

His leather wings moved to hold Matt, but his hands were holding the upper arms strong.

Despite the firm hold of the hands on his arms, of course Matt could feel how Corey started to give in to him – or at least his body, because the hard cock against his and the welcoming wings were more than enough proof for the half-breed to realize that.

And he wasn't in the mood to let Corey keep playing with him like this, so after breaking the kiss, Matt spit on his long fingers and reached down between them to force them inside the demon, his own teeth finding Corey's thick neck to leave his bites on him. Claim marks which would heal by the morning, but still, they helped Matt lay his claim and force on the fucking Prince of Hell he could call his pair. He should know his place... And if not, Matt was going to show him...

A long satisfied groan left the demon's throat. He even trembled a bit from the delightful bite and those amazing long fingers finally inside him. The force Matt used was just right for his over-aroused being. Which was just starving and literally aching to be one with his pair once again. Hopefully getting all that frustration released on him by the angel spawn... The way the furious Matt wanted to make Corey his was melting the demon away.

"That's right! I know you love this!" the creature on top of him grunted into Corey's neck and moved up to kiss him forcefully just after his fingers scissored then curled up to massage the demon's prostate for a few moments then he quickly pulled his fingers out of Corey and spit in his palm a few times to slick up his hard and long dick.

The next moment he was fucking himself into the tight and so fucking hot hole with a satisfied groan, not giving much time for Corey, his anger leading Matt to take what was his, despite the collar that was thumping softly against his sweaty neck with each forceful move he made, knowing that they would bring pleasure for the smug demon he was going to break down. That's where his instincts were leading him with each rough push into the prince.

The strong demon hands finally let go of Matt's arms. His horned head tilted back and his winged back arched as Matt forced himself inside his body. Making the noble Prince of Hell tremble and whine from lust and joy.

His hands pulled his pair closer and caressed the silky black feathers. His strong hips bucked hungrily to take more from that amazing dick that washed all his resistance away and turned him into a mumbling, growling mess.

Well it was more the way Matt wanted him... That was what really made the strong demon's brain blank every time...

Soon he was making begging sounds... Not begging with words, but it seemed that Matt turned the game around and wasn’t going over a point to fuck Corey harder. And that made the high prince very frustrated…

Without any conscious thoughts, Matt's hands were all over Corey, stroking and gripping and clawing at him as he was trying to melt his body and soul into his. He wanted it... him... so much it hurt. He wanted Corey to stop resisting and mocking and riling him up. He wanted the demon to melt under him... And the more Matt could feel of that happening, the hungrier and rougher he got.

Of course the pleading whines and sounds that reached his ears only added to that and this time it was Matt, who was devouring the demon in a very not gentle and quite bloody way to reach his goal.

Throwing his head towards the ceiling, his own wings shuddered and stretched from both the feeling and Corey's caresses on them and he slammed even harder and faster into him, chasing their shared pleasure and pushing them towards their orgasm.

The demon was pulling the angel against his own body with all his power. He longed for becoming one with his pair so badly.

Even started to mumble begs for each deep bleeding scratch as if thanking Matt for taking him even wilder.

As they were in a safe magical bubble his own flames started to emerge and wrapped around the angel. Probably making Matt surprised about not getting burned by Hell Fire...

"Why..." he started but had to clear his throat and swallow "why isn't Hell Fire burning me anymore?" he asked quite out of breath, but he kept fucking the prince in the same deep and rough pace while he saw from the corner of his eye how the two kind of fires seemed to merge – just like their souls.

"Because of... being your pair and my changing?" he asked then groaned, stopping up to the hilt in Corey just to circle his hips and with that press against all the sensitive spots in him.

"Yeah... Oh yeah..." Corey moaned loud, partly answering his pair. "You're more like me than you were told…" he panted and moved against Matt, getting desperate to feel more.

It was quite a sight... The strong buff all powerful Lord of Hell whining and caressing the angel to make him move more, his dark blood marking his skin as their two kinds of fire were merging together around them. "You don't know what your father was..." Corey finally blurted out and whined loud, claws digging into the small ass of the angel to make him fucking move again...

"What was he? Tell me..." Matt moaned from the slight pain as blood started seeping at the scratches on his ass, his lips now back to the healing bite marks he has left on his pair's neck.

The answer to that question has been on Matt's mind for long now, but he never before got an response to that. And this 'realize it for yourself' kind of thing was bullshit – or at least that's what he sometimes thought. But maybe now... cornering Corey like this... with every power Matt held over him... maybe it would work and he would fucking finally blurt it out...

"I can't..." Corey cried out and arched his back in his frustration. He really was dying for it... for Matt and to feel him melt into one with his dark soul.

But exactly because Matt was so important for him, he couldn't dare to interfere with his path and self-growing process...

"You... you're the one I wanted all this time… because of what you are… As your power grows you'll know.... Please... Please my amazing samurai angel..." he begged more, lifting his head and started to kiss and bite Matt all over.

Growling frustrated, Matt pulled nearly all the way out of Corey and rammed back into him repeatedly. Of course he wasn't going to just simply tell him... of course it had to be a step in his growing... But deep down Matt knew that if Corey wasn't going to tell him at the brink of his orgasm when he was already so fallen apart, then he could try with anything and nothing would work...

"Fine!" he grunted still pissed but also too gone in his own pleasures too by then, especially because of the begging kisses and bites on him. Moving to lean against his marked forearm, he took hold of Corey's throat with a flaming hand. He moaned with pleasure as the demon's red flames ran up on his arm and from that all of Matt's muscles strained as he began fucking Corey even harder and faster, balls slapping loud against the wet ass. "But you're mine. I'm not your pet..." he growled, squeezing the thick throat a bit as he leaned over the horned beast, looking straight into the hazy red eyes.

"I'm not your fucking pet! Say it and you can come. Say it!" he outright bared his teeth as if he had fangs, which he didn't, his body hungrily absorbing more from the prince's powers. "SAY IT!"

Feeling how much Matt was feeding on him pushed Corey deeper into his pleasure. The way their flames were mixing and covered them and the tight hand on his throat weakened his whole being. Not just because his power was sucked away... Matt ordered him and wanted him with all that aggressive love he ached for…

"You're not my pet... I am yours to feed on and make yours... Make me yours... Please..." he begged moaning from the way his angel chased him more and more closer to the edge.

Every time Corey begged for Matt, something struck a chord in him. He found it beautiful and also had a strong urge to give the prince what he needed so badly. It wasn't different this time either.

Letting the thick throat go, Matt slid his fingers up into the messed up long hair and fisted them in it to pull on it, making Corey's neck strain a bit, Matt's hammering thrusts never faltering. He was panting onto the sweaty face from above, glowing eyes glued to it.

"Make me fill your pulsing ass as I take you as mine!" and with that Matt released all his flame onto the demon, which got stronger from the way he's been sucking away Corey's energies.

With the new force Matt’s fire was stronger than ever before. And as it pierced through Corey, he felt his whole being melting in the flames and merging together with his pair...

He didn't need much ordering to come hard and pull Matt with him into an exploding orgasm as his own flames roared up with his throaty groan and his body forced the angel to release in him too.

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