Chip Off the Old Block?
By
Tasha D-Drake
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Contents
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Owen watched David Michaels flirt with Keith Smythe, one of the sixth years, in what, he had to admit, was a rather wistful manner. David was his best friend and until this year, Owen had been perfectly happy to watch David conquering half the school. Before returning for his seventh and final year at St Ethelbert's, Owen would have been the first to admit that he had been more into books than anything else. He had been short, dumpy, bespectacled and much more prone to sticking his nose into a tome than sticking his tongue down someone's throat.
Just before he had come back to school Owen had hit a growth spurt. What his dad called growing into his role in life, after all the anti-Christ really couldn't look like a shy, bookish historian type. He was supposed to embody all things decadent and hedonistic and, well, bad, and he thought he was getting there slowly. In some ways he rather wanted to be David.
David was tall and dashing with bright blue eyes and he dyed his brown hair black and red. He somehow wore his school uniform as if it was straight off a catwalk and at weekends he had been known to slide into skin tight leather. Frankly he was sin on legs and Owen wished he'd noticed earlier.
David had discovered sex early and had never looked back. Owen knew this because, being his best friend, David had told him all about it. At the time Owen had been rather disinterested, but he was now beginning to regret that. At just eighteen he was still a virgin and David seemed to take protecting his honour as seriously as the business of getting laid at least twice a week.
The anti-Christ being a blushing virgin was faintly ridiculous and he had considered just outright asking to be deflowered a couple of times, but it was awkward. David seemed to be interested in shagging the entire school apart from him. If David's track record was anything to go by, he would have loved and left Smythe before Wednesday teatime and there would be another tick on the chart Owen had in the back of his prep book. He ran the betting pool on David's conquests and had to keep an accurate record.
It was ironic really that they were friends at all, what with David actually being the son of the local vicar. David's dad doubled as the chaplain of St Ethelbert's and David was at the exclusive school on a scholarship. In Owen's opinion that was why David was so wild; he had had to be to keep up with all the rich kids. As it was, David was the It boy of their year even if he had to borrow Bellow's motorbike for some of his escapades. If he had been more like David, Owen was pretty sure he wouldn't have made his dad so nervous.
Being the son of Satan wasn't always an easy task. His mortal parents worshiped him ... literally. They had both sold their souls for fame and fortune and agreed to be the vessels for his birth into the world. That made them doting, but very often shit scared as well, which didn't make family moments all that engaging. He didn't actually have any powers over mortals yet, well none worth mentioning, but he did have a direct line to Hell, which put dampers on any bonding moments he might have with those in the know. It didn't really bother him, but how was he supposed to explain his parents prostrating themselves on the ground if he so much as looked annoyed?
Some people had to deal with their parents being embarrassingly loud and boorish, Owen had to cope with vague references to animal sacrifice and debauchery. It could be awkward.
That was why he liked school so much; no one there knew. He'd been packed off to variations of St Ethelbert's since he was three and that's the way he wanted it. It was quite possible that the shy, bookish image was his version of teenage rebellion, but being nice seemed to work better for him than being evil. Of course that was all coming to an end. They only had another month or so to go and then school would be done. It was time to go off into the world and for him to start his bid for world domination. He already had his internship in a big London brokerage firm sorted out and his place at Cambridge the year after was assured.
He sighed as he watched David steal a kiss from Smythe.
The problem was, he didn't really want to go off into the big wide world; he wanted to stay in Surrey with David.
He didn't really understand it himself if he was honest. He was fond of his parents and he was fond of his friends, but they didn't have any bearing on his role in life. When he thought about them it didn't distract him in the slightest from what he was Supposed To Do (and yes, that phrase had capital letters in his head). Only David did that. It was very confusing.
Sometimes when he looked at David there was this funny fluttering feeling in his chest and the idea of not seeing David anymore made his stomach seem like a hollow pit. It didn't make any sense to him. At first he had thought that he had contracted some weird disease, but his dad had assured him that was impossible and so he had no clue. What was even more consternating was that it seemed to be happening more frequently and with more verve.
Standing up, he decided that it really was about time he did something about his problem rather than staring at David all day. Walking quickly, he headed to the gym and then into the storage cupboard where all the equipment was kept. Stepping behind where the pommel horse was propping up three crash mats, he reached inside the ancient ball rack and pulled out a small bag. It didn't take him long to use the chalk inside to draw a pentagram on the floor and set up the small candles as each point. Noting that he needed some more matches, he used the last two to light the candles and then stepped into the design.
"Dad," he said, hoping that his tone did not come out too 'whiny teenager', "I need to talk to you."
Almost instantly there was heat on his face and the smell of sulphur in his nose and he was standing in his father's study ... in Hell.
"Beherit," his dad greeted with a fangy smile, "what can I do for you?"
Beherit was his real name, but, frankly, he preferred Owen. Beherit was so antiquated.
"I think something's wrong with me," he confessed, stepping out of his pentagram.
His father gave him a very paternal look, at least in a demonic sort of way. Reptilian eyes and demonic features really weren't designed to say 'come to daddy and tell him what's wrong'.
"I thought we talked about this already," his dad said in a gentle tone that only echoed around the room a little bit. "Your demonic half means you can't suffer from any human ailments."
"I know," he replied, putting his hands in his pockets and feeling a little foolish.
He might have glossed over the details in their last conversation.
"But it hasn't gone away," he admitted, hanging his head, "I still feel weird."
"You're at a very transitional time of life," his father offered, coming around the large ornate desk to stand in front of him. "I mean look at how much you've changed in the past year. It could be just growing pains."
He had changed a lot, but he didn't think that was it.
"Okay," his dad said when he just stood there worrying for a while, "tell me exactly what the problem is."
"It's only when I'm round David," he confessed reluctantly, because he didn't like bringing up his best friend in front of his father.
The whole church thing was a bit of a sticky point.
"I get this really funny feeling in my chest when I look at him," he hurried on, "and I really hate the idea of not seeing him again. It's like the worst feeling ever. I've never felt anything like it before and it's confusing."
When he looked back up he realised immediately that he'd never seen quite that look of panic in his father's eyes before. He hadn't even realised reptilian eyes could do panic before; it wasn't a usual state for his parent. Not even when he had almost summoned the demon armies forth in a temper tantrum at the age of four.
"It's a test," his dad said after what was turning into an awkward silence. "You're coming into your full power. You must cut all earthly ties."
Owen frowned.
"Really, because you've never mentioned it before? You said friends were good and I should cultivate them to use later."
"Later in life of course," his dad said and for a moment Owen thought his father might be making it up on the spot, "but you've become fond of this childhood friend. To come into your full power you must sacrifice him in my name."
Owen stood there stunned as his father whirled around and opened an old wooden chest that was sitting to one side. He still had his mouth open in shock when his parent turned back to him brandishing a very ornate looking dagger. It had a serrated edge along one side and the handle was a smiling demon.
"You must end his life with this ceremonial blade."
"I can't kill David," he said, feeling like the world was about to end and that wasn't due until he was at least thirty.
His father's expression of triumph faded a little and the Master of Hell turned and put the blade on his desk before placing a hand on each of Owen's shoulders.
"I know it's hard, Son," his dad said in a much gentler tone, "but you're the anti-Christ; you're supposed to do terrible things."
"But he's my best friend."
"He's the son of one of His minions," his dad told him sympathetically, "and he is in the way."
"He could be bad, Dad," Owen tried a different tactic, "I know he could be. You should see him in leather."
"That's likely half the problem," he heard his parent mutter.
"What?"
"You have to do this, Beherit," his father said in a much sterner tone; "this is a test you must not fail. It is my will, do you understand?"
He didn't like it when his father went all Lord of Chaos on him and he pouted.
"Son," his dad said in a less grand way, "this is very important to me."
It was so unfair, but Owen slowly nodded.
"That's my boy," his father told him and ruffled his hair. "Now don't you worry, I'll make sure there is someone else around to take the blame. Just make it messy and very public and when you're done I'll send the lesser demons in to point the finger away from you."
Owen nodded again. Sometimes being the anti-Christ sucked.
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It was ridiculously easy to set everything up. He commandeered the isolation room in the san and borrowed some restraints off Williamson, who was a particularly kinky seventh year. It was Nurse Elless' evening off, so no one would be coming near the san for aspirin or anything like that. Just to make sure he had a whole van load of alcohol shipped in so everyone in the dorms could have a little party.
The alcohol would also make sure that lots of people would need pain killers in the morning and there would be lots of witnesses to find the body. It was all rather neat really.
Then he told David that he was planning a prank and needed his help. Strangely, lying to David was the hardest part of the whole endeavour. He didn't really understand it at all.
"Well, well, Owen, you are a dark horse," David said as soon as he saw the bed with the restraints.
"It's to get back at Linwood," he said, having come up with all his reasons well in advance. "I'm fed up of his holier than though attitude and I thought you'd like to be in on it after he tried to report you to your dad."
Linwood was a new fourth year, just transferred in from another school and the little snot was a wanker of the first order. The boy tried to get everyone in trouble whenever he could.
"Oh yeah, I am so in," David replied with a grin.
"Well I told him there was something I needed to get off my chest about you," Owen lied to the best of his ability, "and to meet me here in half an hour. I thought if you were semi-naked in the bed, I could get some pictures and him and your body, minus head, and we'd have blackmail material forever."
Owen swallowed hard and tried not to think about his rapidly hardening cock as David immediately began to strip.
"Trousers or no trousers?" David asked him.
"Um ... better keep them on," he replied and tried not to squeak.
Sacrifice he told himself mentally, this was about blood, not sex, but, wow, did David have a magnificent body. Owen had been wishing all year that David was a boarder not a day boy so that he could have been catching glances of that body outside the games locker room.
"Tie me down, Tiger," David said, leaping onto the bed and all but leering at him.
For a second he considered the request for deflowering again, but then he spotted the very end of the pommel of the dagger sticking out from under a pillow on the other side of the room and he hardened his heart. This was part of his destiny and his dad would be so disappointed in him if he failed. A sulking human had nothing on a sulking demon, especially when that demon happened to be the numero uno.
"Better make it look good," he said as he tightened the first restraint and made sure there was no way David could get out of it.
It didn't take him long to tie David down at both wrists and both ankles, at which point the need for subterfuge was over. He sighed and walked slowly over to where he had hidden the dagger. It really was the pits when your dad asked you the sacrifice your best friend.
Pulling out the blade he turned back to the bed.
"Woah there, Owen, part of the plan you haven't mentioned yet?" David asked, eyes still alight with mischief.
"I lied," Owen said guility, "this isn't a plan to trap Linwood."
David really was absolutely gorgeous and Owen sighed again.
"I'm going to sacrifice you."
That produced a loud bark of a laugh from David.
"Good one, Owen," David said, "I'm almost scared. Do tell, why are you going to sacrifice me?"
"I'm the anti-Christ," he replied and David began to laugh at him.
That was uncalled for he was sure.
"Yeah right," David said between laughs, "where's the camera?"
"Look, I'm sorry," Owen said and he really was, "but I am the anti-Christ and I honestly have to sacrifice you."
He used his only visible demonic ability and let his eyes glow. David stopped laughing.
"Oh my god, my dad's going to kill me."
"No," Owen said in his most practical tone, "I am, so you don't have to worry about that part."
David just stared at him, obviously completely gobsmacked. His best friend and soon to be sacrifice yelling 'Jackie' at the top of his lungs was not quite how he expected the next few seconds to go. Everyone on the grounds was out of earshot in the dorms getting thoroughly smashed on the booze he had sneaked in, so he had no idea who David was yelling for. That was why a female figure walking through the wall was even more of a shock.
The woman, or rather ghost as Owen mentally corrected, was wearing plaid trousers, a twin set, a silk scarf and had her hair in a high ponytail. She looked as if she had come from the 50s or 60s.
"Jackie, help," David said rather desperately, "untie me."
Owen held out his hand as Jackie stepped towards the bed and it was as if she had walked into a wall. He didn't have any useful powers over the living yet, but he did already have dominion over the dead. Not that he'd met any before; for some reason spirits seemed to avoid him without even realising they were doing it.
"Ow," Jackie said and glared at him, "you didn't have to do that."
"I couldn't let you interfere," he said in a vaguely apologetic way and Jackie appeared placated.
"Jackie," David said in a rather distressed tone, "he's the anti-Christ, get me out of here."
Jackie's eyes opened in shock and then she grinned.
"Really?" she asked and sounded absurdly thrilled. "How exciting. I'm Jackie Fitzpatrick, ex-drama teacher and resident school ghost."
"Nice to meet you," Owen said, not really quite sure how to take the suddenly friendly phantom. "Been here long?"
"Since the 1959 production of the Mikado," Jackie replied, bouncing on the balls of her feet in a very cheerful manner. "Nasty business involving tennis balls and a grand piano. One minute it's all "Three Little Maids" and the next decapitation and horror. Not the best way to go, but I did make the front page."
Jackie appeared to be insane, but Owen could respect that.
"Known David long?" he asked, since it seemed polite.
David watched on in what appeared to be growing horror.
"Oh, forever," Jackie said and wandered towards him; "little tyke spotted me when he first visited the school with his dad years ago. He's a little bit psychic, don't you know."
Owen didn't and looked back at his best friend for a moment feeling slightly betrayed.
"I don't tell anyone," David apologised before seemingly remembering what was going on. "Jackie, help me."
"So," Jackie said with a conspiratorial grin, "you about to have your wicked way with our boy Davey?"
"About to sacrifice him actually," Owen replied, looking at the knife in his hand; "Dad's orders."
The smile finally fell of Jackie's face.
"Well that's jolly unsporting," was her succinct conclusion.
"Yes, well I'd rather not be doing it either," Owen replied with a shrug, "but Dad was very insistent."
"Parents can be such a pain," Jackie agreed sympathetically; "mine wanted me to be a secretary. Can you imagine?"
David made a half exasperated, half terrified sound.
"You should try having Satan for a dad," Owen said, mournfully; "I think I disappoint him. I mean David's my best friend, and a better friend a chap couldn't ask for, and his dad's boss isn't exactly on good terms with my dad."
"Bad luck, old man," Jackie said as if she totally understood.
"Jackie," David all but hissed, "he's trying to kill me."
Owen looked at the knife in his hand; it really was about time he got on with it. That empty feeling he tended to get when he thought of David not being around anymore threatened to overwhelm him for a moment, but he pushed it aside. This was a test after all.
"So, why David?"
He looked back at Jackie, rather surprised by the question.
"Oh, Dad says it's a test," he replied, quite glad for the respite. "I've been feeling really strange around David for ages now and Dad says it's because I'm about to come into my full power. I need to sacrifice David to make the transition."
"Strange, strange how?" That was from David.
Considering that he was about to sacrifice him to the cause, Owen thought David deserved a proper explanation if he wanted one.
"Oh, it bizarre," he said, perfectly happy to be honest about it; "when you're around I sometimes come over all queer. There's this fluttery feeling that I get right here," he touched his chest, "and the idea of leaving you behind makes me feel really rotten."
David looked of him in a kind of shocked way.
"No offense," David said after several moments' silence, "but your dad is a filthy liar."
"Well duh," Owen said and rolled his eyes, "he is the Lord of Lies and the Master of Manipulation, of course he's a filthy liar."
"I think, Lovey," Jackie said in a rather loud whisper, "David means your dad lied to you, not in general."
Owen frowned and looked between Jackie and David and David nodded earnestly.
"But why would he do that?" he asked in a somewhat defensive tone. "I'm his vessel on Earth, we're a team."
"Owen," David said and didn't sound very afraid anymore, "what you just described, it's not something dreadful or some test, it's being in love."
That made him blink and look down at the dagger again; it couldn't be right.
"Love?" he asked as he tried to think it through.
Being the anti-Christ he didn't come across love all that often, at least not the kind of love he was sure David was talking about. He'd read about it of course, but it had been a thoroughly abstract concept.
"Does sound like it," Jackie told him and patted him on the arm with one very cool hand.
"Demons and partial demons aren't supposed to do love," he objected when his mental search came up empty. "I'm the anti-Christ, being in love would be silly."
"Or human," David said quietly.
Owen sat down and almost missed the chair behind him. There was one big flaw in the whole anti-Christ thing and David had just underlined it: you had to mix demon with human. Had his human nature really usurped his demonic persona and played a trump card.
"So I'm ..?"
He trailed off, unable to say it.
"Yes," David told him emphatically.
It could all be a trick, he was aware of that, after all it was a desperate situation. However, it did explain the panicked look in his dad's eyes rather well.
"But you don't love me," he said coming back to his feet.
He couldn't refute the first fact, so he used the simple counter. It hurt to say it, but it was the truth. If he couldn't have David then he needed to expunge the ridiculous human notions. His dad's plan was a sound one.
"I do," David protested as Owen went to step forward.
"Now you're lying."
If there was one thing he hated it was being lied to.
"I'm not," David said rather desperately, "I just didn't think I was allowed to have you."
David sounded so earnest and the way his friend was looking at Owen made the fluttery feeling erupt full force in his chest.
"But all the others?"
"Substitutes. Why do you think I've been making sure no one has a chance with that gorgeous arse of yours?"
Owen twisted and did his best to look at his own behind; he hadn't been aware that it was 'gorgeous'. He'd shot up to nearly the same height as David and lost all of his puppy fat, but no one had ever described any part of him like that before.
"Really?"
"It's not done to jump your best mate," David assured him, "but I'm a jealous git and I didn't want anyone else to have you."
That made the fluttery feeling intensify even more and Owen found himself smiling rather stupidly.
"So," Jackie said, rocking on her heels beside him, "sacrifice is off then?"
Owen nodded rather sheepishly and blushed. He was more than a little embarrassed by the whole thing now. How many people were stupid enough not to know love when it jumped up and bit them?
"Shall I untie our Davey boy then?"
He nodded again, but then changed his mind as Jackie walked towards the bed.
"Wait," he said, holding up the knife.
For a moment David looked scared again.
"I have a better idea."
Stepping forward, he slipped the knife under the hem of one leg of David's school trousers. It cut through the material like a hot knife through butter and Owen grinned. For once he began to channel his inner demon.
"Bye, Jackie," he said without looking away from his task.
It took him only seconds to run the knife all the way up the first half of David's trousers.
"Right, okay, yes, I'll just be going then," Jackie replied and Owen kind of felt her leave.
"The anti-Christ being a virgin is the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard, right?" he asked as he set to work on David's other leg.
"Um, yeah," David replied, but he sounded just a little nervous.
Owen grinned even wider and went to town shredding everything David was wearing.
"I'll buy you more clothes," he said absently as he was drawn in by the skin he was revealing.
Slicing through David's boxers gave him a thrill he had never felt before and he threw the knife over his shoulder as soon as he was done. It imbedded itself in the floor with a solid thunk, but all Owen was worried about was getting his own clothes off.
"Stuff," he said just as he was about to leap onto the bed, "we need ... um ... stuff."
He was a little short on the details, which was pathetic, but he knew David would know.
"Coat pocket," David said and nodded to where their coats were hung up beside the door.
It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for and he stared at the condoms and lube for a moment before heading back to the bed. He threw the condoms onto the side table, because he really didn't think there was any point in them. Human disease wasn't something he had to worry about transmitting or contracting.
All the excitement had clearly had a detrimental effect on David, not that Owen could blame him, and naked, or not naked, David was only half hard. Owen decided it was best to do something about that first.
"If I do something wrong, tell me," he said, surveying David sprawled out in front of him.
Frankly it was like an all you can eat buffet to a starving man and he didn't know where to start. He'd done a little research on the internet, what teenager hadn't, but he was also aware that porn was not always a good guide. Deciding that it might be a good idea for their relationship to start with the more romantic stuff, Owen climbed onto the bed and straddled David so that they were eye to eye.
"I think I like love," he said, letting the fluttery feeling dance through his chest unfettered. "Is the anti-Christ thing going to be a problem?"
He had to ask; it was a rather fundamental aspect of their relationship.
"Are you going to try and kill me again?" was the very sensible question in return.
"No," Owen said faithfully, "and I won't let anyone else hurt you either."
"Then I think we're good," David replied and even managed a smile.
It was clearly going to take a little while to make David forgive him for the whole sacrifice thing, but Owen was game. Bending down, he gently put his lips to David's and waited. He wasn't really up on the whole kissing thing, but when David took the lead and moved soft lips against his, he just went with the flow.
Just over eighteen and never even been kissed; it was pathetic really, but he could honestly say his first kiss was amazing. The whole tongue thing was a bit odd to begin with, but he discovered that moaning was really good for getting his hormones flowing. Getting into all but devouring each other was easy after that.
"Oh god," David said when they broke apart and Owen winced a little, "sorry," came the quick apology, "but I think we should have started this ages ago."
"I tend to agree."
The fact that they were skin to skin was also absolutely marvellous in Owen's opinion as well and he could feel David hardening against his thigh. For a while he went back to kissing and it was bloody brilliant, but his body soon began pointing out that more would be very good as well.
"I think," he said, sitting up and just looking down at David beneath him, "I'm going to explore."
So he did.
As it turned out, he seemed to be a very tactile and sensual person under the bookish exterior and he set about touching and tasting every part of David he could reach. He discovered very quickly that David could make some utterly filthy sounds, which appealed to him on so many levels it was silly.
He could feel himself changing as well. Something inside him seemed to be waking up and it felt utterly marvellous. His dad had been right about one thing; he did seem to be coming into his power.
Moving down David's body, he tasted swipe after swipe of skin, lingering for a while on the very sensitive nubs that made David literally writhe underneath him. Owen had three nipples, not two, one being hidden under his arm that had always been more sensitive than the other two. He made a mental note to let David explore how sensitive later.
"Are ... you ... sure you ... haven't ... done ... this ... before?" David gasped out as Owen had fun.
"Never," he promised, smiling brightly, "but the whole demon thing might make me a natural."
"Yeah, oh hell," David said as Owen decided to try nibbling, "that must be it."
Owen couldn't understand where this part of him had been hiding for so long. If he'd known what he was missing he'd have leapt into sex years ago.
Having worked his way down the upper half of David's body, he was presented with his first prize. There seemed to be no lingering fear now and David was fully erect and glistening. It never occurred to Owen that he didn't want to taste and he slowly ran his tongue over the head of David's cock. The taste spoke to part of him he had never explored and he instantly thought it was the best thing since cookie dough ice cream.
He sucked on David's cock like a lollipop and David kind of howled, pulling against the restraints.
"Owen ... fuck!"
Owen was quite pleased with himself as he reduced David to single words. He had no idea what he was doing, but he went with his instincts and tried to make David make as much noise as possible. It was turning out to be a really good thing that he had chosen a completely isolated location.
His tongue had always been really mobile; part of his demon heritage making it partially through to his human form and his put it to really good use. Sex was fun!
"Owen ... Owen st ... stop ... please."
He eventually relented when David begged and he sat up again feeling inordinately pleased with himself.
"You are evil," David said breathlessly.
"I know," Owen said and preened.
Looking at the lube he had left on the pillow he considered his options: "So ..."
He wasn't totally sure what to do next.
"Do you want to do me, or shall I do you?" David asked in a very helpful manner.
That was a very good question and he looked down at David's cock and felt his belly fill with heat.
"You do me," he decided firmly. "What do I need to do?"
"Gonna let me up?"
Owen grinned at that and shook his head; he rather liked having complete control.
"Then, my anti-Christ wonder," David said, eyes dark with lust, "you're going to have to prep yourself."
He reached out and picked up the lube and then looked back to David for instructions.
"Make sure you get your fingers really slick," David told him, "then start with one and push it in. Move it around a while and try and relax, then slowly move up to two and then three."
That sounded simple enough, so Owen squirted some lube onto his fingers. He sat back and lifted one leg so he could reach back and ... oh ... at the first touch he kind of forgot what he was supposed to be doing. It felt really weird and incredibly intimate and he might have suddenly started blushing as his human nature bobbed back to the surface.
"Oh J...hell," David moaned, "you are sin incarnate."
That was such a nice thing to say, but Owen still couldn't stop blushing.
"Go slow, Owen," David encouraged, "just push it in."
He might have whimpered then, because David telling him what to do was a lot hotter than he had imagined it might be. Possibly control was overrated at times. David then proceeded to talk him through preparing himself and by the time he was up to three fingers he was panting in need. He had never imagined, not even slightly.
"I think," he said eventually when his fingers were moving more or less freely, "I'm ready."
"Thank fuck," David said, his language seemed to become filthier the more sex they had.
Owen withdrew his fingers and couldn't help moaning. David had talked him through an introduction to his prostate and he felt like he was wired to the mains or something; he was so strung out. Given that David was still erect and Owen could see beads of precome on David's cock, he assumed his little show had been appreciated vicariously as well.
"More lube, on my cock," David said tersely.
David then proceeded to moan as Owen slicked him up generously.
"Lift yourself up," David told him and he did as he was told.
He straddled David's hips and waited for further instructions.
"Now comes the difficult bit," David told him, "you need to lift up further and line my cock up with you and sink down."
One thing that had come with height and less body mass was more flexibility, so Owen wasn't worried. He followed David's directions and raised himself up higher, taking David's cock in his hand. It was quite awkward, but with a little fiddling and some hissing from David, he managed to line himself up and then he carefully pushed down.
The first thing he discovered was that he wasn't as ready as he thought he was and it hurt.
"Ow," he said, somewhat disgruntled.
"Go slow," David told him, breathing heavily, "you need to get used it. Won't ... ngh ... hurt long."
Owen wasn't so sure, but he did do his best to move really slowly.
"Try ... oh my god ..."
Whatever David was trying to say was lost as Owen slightly lost his balance. He managed to sink down further, and it wasn't overly pleasant, but it did seem to help his body get the idea.
"Relax," David told him in a high squeaky tone.
Owen did his best and began to move and for a while it felt uncomfortable and not much fun, but it was incredibly intimate. It was only after a couple of minutes as he moved carefully that his body suddenly seemed to come to terms with what was going on and he managed to sink all the way down onto David.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," was about as sensible as Owen managed to be.
"Okay?" David asked through gritted teeth.
All Owen could do was hum and when David gently thrust his hips upwards, Owen moaned loudly. He was just along for the ride for a while and David did all the work from below as Owen let his body be plundered. It felt amazing, especially when he changed his position slightly and David slid right past to his prostate.
His eyes were squeezed tight shut, but he made himself open his eyes to look down at David. He was having sex, honest to Satan having sex and he felt the fluttery feeling flowing through his whole body this time. He never wanted to let David go. Pushing himself down, he claimed David for his very own.
Love was an odd concept for a demon, but he embraced it.
He was growing through every second, he could feel it; growing and changing as he experienced this new and completely mind blowing thing.
"David," he whispered, almost reverently, as he began to move on his own.
He laid his hands flat on David's chest and impaled himself as deeply as he could, wanting to feel as much as physically possible. Power was moving inside of him as the part of him that was waking up shifted and grew and he felt his more demonic side rising to the surface.
"Your eyes are beautiful," David whispered and he realised that his one visible power had come online.
"I'm changing," he replied, unable to even begin to prevent what was going on.
He moved, lifting up and pushing down again, and just let everything happen. It was amazing and breathtaking and his mind was just completely full of sex. Orgasms were not new to him; he was a teenager after all, and he could feel his building, but it wasn't quite like anything he had felt before. His whole body seemed to be coming alive.
"Touch your cock," David told him breathlessly.
As soon as he did as he was told he went completely non-verbal; it was so incredibly intense. The orgasm he had felt building rushed at him at light speed and with it came the power inside him. He put his head back and yelled loudly as he came all over David and demonic energy rushed through his whole body.
He felt his back shifting and he bent forward again as something erupted from near his shoulder blades.
"Holy fuck!" David shouted and bucked up into him, coming even as power rolled over both of them.
It was utterly fantastic and Owen collapsed forward, the structures that had ripped out of his back falling over both him and David. For a while he didn't give a damn, because he could barely breathe let alone think, and he just lay there panting.
"I think," he said eventually, still unable to move, "I like sex."
David was strangely silent and Owen eventually managed to push himself up so that he could see David's face.
"Owen," David said in what was an awed whisper, "you have wings."
Now that he was paying attention to them, Owen had to agree; he did indeed have wings. He curled them around slowly and just looked at them. They were black, but not really, because there were patterns in them that seemed to keep changing.
"Wow," he said and smiled brightly.
Climbing off David was a little uncomfortable, and the moment they were no longer joined his wings decided to reverse erupt, but all in all he was more than happy. Collapsing on the bed next to David, he laughed; he had never been this happy before.
"You feel different," David said, looking at him as they lay side by side.
Owen was reminded of the psychic thing and an obvious question popped up.
"Didn't you notice anything odd about me before?"
"Yeah, but I never knew what it was," David told him, shifting against the restraints; "now it's much clearer though. It's kind of exciting."
That made him grin some more; he liked being exciting. He was just about to suggest what they could do next when he was interrupted.
"Beherit!"
"Oh crap, dad!"
Owen scrambled to pull the sheet over both of them, just as his father appeared in the corner of the room. David whimpered in fear and Owen patted him protectively.
"What, precisely do you think you are doing?"
His dad looked really annoyed.
"Having sex?" he tried hopefully, after all sex was something demons were supposed to encourage.
"You were supposed to sacrifice the human, not have sex with him," his parent pointed out.
"Well I couldn't kill the boy I'm in love with," he replied petulantly. "And you lied to me!"
"Of course I lied to you, I'm your father and I want what's best for you."
That didn't make a whole lot of sense, but Owen was pretty sure it was never going to.
"Well, we had sex and it was amazing and, Dad, I have these gorgeous wings," he kind of lost track when he mentioned the wings.
He would have made them show again, if he'd known a way that didn't involve an incredible orgasm.
"By all the demons in Hell," he father said and put one taloned hand to his horned forehead.
It was strange, he really didn't expect his father to just sit down.
"Dad?" he asked carefully.
His parent looked at him and sighed.
"You do realise you have wrecked all my plans for another millennium don't you?" his dad said eventually.
Owen climbed off the bed, picking up a pillow to cover his modesty, and walked over to his father.
"Um, I'm sorry," he said, not sure it was adequate. "Why?"
He was still the anti-Christ, he didn't understand why what he had done was so terrible.
"You're supposed to be the Destroyer of Worlds, Beherit..."
"Owen," he corrected quietly, deciding he might as well break that news as well while he was at it, "I prefer Owen."
His father looked as if nothing could surprise him after that.
"Owen," his dad finally said, "you're supposed to bring about the Apocalypse; death, destruction, mayhem."
He knew all of that.
"Yes, but ..."
"You know love, Owen," his dad said mournfully. "You can't do that and know love."
"Oh," he hadn't expected that at all, even if it kind of did make sense.
He was the anti-Christ, with all the anti-Christ power, he could feel it now, and yet he was broken.
"Maybe," he said, grasping at straws, "I could be the Bringer of Sex? I think I'd be pretty good at that and I'm sure David would help."
David nodded emphatically when looked at, terror still written in his features.
"I know it's not the Apocalypse and you were looking forward to that," he added hopefully, "but lots of sex is bound to put the wind up those stuffy angel types. It might be kind of fun too."
Satan might be the most evil being in the universe, but he was still Owen's dad and Owen didn't like to see him so disappointed.
"Sex?"
He nodded and smiled in a winning way.
"Lots of debauchery and fornication," he said and gently touched his father's shoulder. "We could have a millennium of free love and just think how the Destroyer of Worlds will hit them out of left field after that."
He held his breath as his dad looked him straight in the eye.
"Well," his parent finally said, "it is only one millennium and it's not like you got yourself killed like all of your brothers and sisters."
Owen beamed.
"You'll need more practice at sex though," his father warned; "it takes skill."
Owen nodded and looked over at David.
"I think we'll get lots of practice in before we leave school," he promised faithfully, "and then I was thinking, rather than the brokerage firm, what about acting instead. Then everyone will know me and it'll be much easier to corrupt people. Mum and Mortal Dad will be a real help with that I'm sure."
His mother was a famous actress and his dad was a big name producer, so it was kind of perfect really. His demonic parent finally smiled just a little, not that it was a particularly settling expression on the Lord of Hell.
"Not a bad plan, Son, not bad at all. I'll make arrangements and I think it's time to wake up the Incubi and Succubi; looks like they're going to have a busy millennium."
With that his father stood up and after patting him on the back disappeared in the same manner in which he had arrived. Owen turned back to David grinning.
"So," he said, feeling completely at one with his inner demon for possibly the first time in his life, "up for round two?"
The expression on David's face was positively adorable.
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