The sacred knife rested in Eric's pocket. He sat by the bar, his back to the balcony, and watched the young stripper on the pole. His tanned skin was shining under the crimson light of the nightclub. He moved like a gracious snake, ready to attack, but tempting you to come closer. Eric couldn't help but feel a stirring. That kind of exotic beauty made him go a little mad.
He sipped his drink.
'I need a private dance with him," he thought.
The dancer seemed to be in his twenties. He was the best this gay club could offer, and, indeed, he attracted the bigger crowd. Eric would have to face some competition. He surveyed the many faces that were there, the majority old men with their mouths drooling. Eric could almost see the collective erection.
The little dancer definitely tightened the pants. Eric could prove it.
But the thing hidden behind the lean body and hazel eyes, behind the sweet lips and provoking smile, was older than everyone around.
Eric sipped his drink again, paying attention to his surroundings. He would have to wait until the demon was finished, and he had to know how to get exactly what he wanted. There would probably be a lot of money involved, since Eric wanted the most expensive meat in the menu.
Eric left the bar and walked around. The music was loud, and the weak light wavered like a nightmare, the perfect ambient for people who wanted to hide who they were and for those who wanted to satisfy their most dangerous desires without the shame and judgment.
A fat man sitting on a comfortable couch caught his attention, a cigar between his lips. He had what seemed to be two body guards that stood behind him, hands behind their backs and naked from the waist up. Metals pierced their nipples, lips and ears. A similar man knelt in front of the gigantic man and moved his head rhythmically on the crotch. As he looked at the man on his knees, he felt dizzy, and disgusted. He couldn't explain why. Eric couldn't really focus on him, his mind tried to keep away.
He approached them. Instantly, the pierced freaks glowered at Eric, and when he ignored them, they advanced to stop Eric from getting any closer. He raised his hands.
"I just wanna talk to the boss," Eric said.
They didn't respond, but their eyes threatened with intensity. Eric studied them, both had fit bodies, filled with tattoos and bite marks. Eric wondered if they had known, before taking the job as body guards for the fat man who looked like a toad, that the job would include them to become sex slaves. Some man knew exactly how to tame other men. The tamer of these two finally spoke out.
"Let me see this idiot," said a croaking voice. The two guards let Eric through, and he faced the bulbous man, who was still getting head by that other one who honestly didn't looked human at all. "What do you want? I do not know your face." His lips were swollen, dark and purple like bad veins.
"I'm a new client" Eric said. He smiled as if he were in the presence of a prince. "In fact, that's exactly why I'm here. I don't know how the process works."
"Go ask someone else." The fat man narrowed his eyes. "You're wasting my time."
"I want a private... experience with the best you have to offer. That seems to be that young man with tanned skin. I wonder if you, sir, could make it happen."
"Dal is not available" he said. Than he laughed, his whole body shaking, vibrating. "Of course you want him. You and everyone other fag around here. Just get out of my face."
"I'm not sure the other fags around here would pay you like I will" Eric brought out all the money he had in his great coat. He made sure to not put the money in the same pocket he had guarded the knife. There was almost five grand there. The fat man wasn't impressed. He only narrowed his eyes further.
"I do not enjoy pricks who think they can get anything for money," he said.
Eric faltered. If the fat man wasn't lying, then he completely misread the whole situation.
"Then... what?"
"Then what?" the big man mocked Eric. "Just throw this one away. Now. Not you, you keep sucking me, idiot." He pushed the head of the man back to his cock, while his other two dogs grabbed me by my arms. Eric wasn't sure what to do now. He thought he would just have to make things in the messy way, when a voice with a heavy french accent spoke behind him.
"Gord, just leave the man alone. He wants a private encounter, I will give him one. He is probably the most good looking customer we have."
Eric freed himself from the twisted men's pressure, and looked at the young man. He had curled hair and hazel eyes, and Eric looked at him with a thankful look. Dal. His name was Dal.
"You just wait for my call, sweetie." Dal said, he had a robe around his body now. He walked away without saying anything else.
Eric noted that although he called him sweetie, he didn't sound feminine. Then he turned again and faced the fat man and his still narrowed eyes.
"You make any trouble..." he said, and drew a finger around the layer of fat that covered his neck. Eric got the message. He removed himself from the presence of Gord, and hoped to god to never see any man who resembled him again.
He had time to order another drink and flirt with the cute barman, a blondie who clearly was interested in Eric. The hunter had to say goodbye when a man in suit came to take Eric to wherever the little stripper had arranged for them.
Eric followed in a stride, and was led to a small room with crimson walls that fitted the theme of the entire club. A couch filled the whole left wall, and there was a king sized bed in the middle, surrounded by thin curtains. The only light came from a small red lamp on the roof. His guide left Eric alone and closed the door.
He checked the knife in his long coat's pocket, and felt reassured by the heavenly metal. There was not a lot to do in the private chamber but to sit and wait.
He was staring at the door as it opened, and the dancer appeared. He wore the same robe over his beautiful and gracious body. Eric admired his hazel eyes again, and how intense they were. They looked more supernatural than ever. Demons could be intense, yes.
But Dal's face was adorable, and handsome. He was born to seduce after all.
He walked towards Eric.
"What's your name?" Dal asked.
"Eric Ellison."
"Double E." Dal said. Eric smiled. "Charming."
"So are you."
Now he stood in front of Eric, waiting for instruction, trying to fool Eric into thinking that he had all the power over him.
"Take off the robe," Eric said.
"Would you do it for me?" Dal offered. Eric's hands trembled a bit as he obeyed. He removed the robe and stared at the completely naked body in front of him. A half hard cock caught his eyes, and held them.
Eric swore under his breath. The demon's cock was huge, and pretty at the same time. As pretty as a cock could be. And Eric was one to appreciate a good cock.
He shouldn't be distracted. His mission was to kill the demon, not gape at his body.
Eric's hands didn't care, they pulled Dal to his lap, in a hungry embrace. He explored him, everywhere that he could reach, and Eric enveloped the hardening cock that rubbed his leg. Eric's own cock formed a large bulge, desperate to get out.
"Goddamn." Eric hugged him. "You smell good." He inhaled with his nose pressed on his skin, and it scared him that he smelled so human. There was a sweet fragrance mixed with the maleness that caused a small moan out of Eric.
"I have waited for someone like you." Dal said. Eric kissed him in the neck, and then licked the skin. Dal let out a strained sound, and slowly moved his hips on top of Eric's legs. Eric knew he should be paying attention to what the demon was saying, but he really wanted to kiss, and fuck, and love.
Dal held Eric's face with both hands and stole kiss. His tongue forced an opening, and Eric couldn't refuse its entrance.
Eric halted the kiss. He recovered a bit of breath and a bit of rational thought.
"Wait a second... I n-need a bit of time, can you get away a bit? How about that dance first?" he said.
Dal smiled down at him.
"Do you want to sleep?"
"What?"
