Killian POV

My body hurts like hell, growing up in hell has been… well, hell. I have been his torturer, the enforcer, you name it, I was Satan’s left-hand guy. Demons don’t really have parents, we have caregivers, I say that because demons practically raise themselves, our caregivers birthed and fed us but that’s as far as things go. We fend for ourselves from other demons and do what we have to to survive. My main role in hell was short-lived after Satan tried taking over heaven but a group of the humans working alongside us betrayed us, killing some of our armies. Luckily I survived the raid, barely. I was captured and tortured to the point I was barely alive. They had finally had enough of their fun when they realized I wasn’t going to die so easily and dumped me in an alley.

I have no idea where I am but it wasn’t long before someone had rescued me, they had strong arms, loving eyes and his scent was intoxicating. If I wasn’t so weak I’d take him here and now, wishing he’d never met me. I become quite sex-crazed and a bit rough when I find someone attractive. Oh, how I wished to hear him clawing at the bedsheets screaming my name in pleasure as I plow into that… never mind. I got a bit excited there. You can say my favorite kind of sex is of the rope and leather variety but no matter, soon enough I’ll introduce this sexy man to my world of pain meets pleasure, that’s a promise. 

He was so sweet and caring, but damn was it hard to seduce him, I’m a fucking Incubus, It’s literally what I do and nothing works. I’ve been recovering for weeks now and I still can’t get him in bed, my dick is like ten inches or more, who wouldn’t want that in their life. Personally, to me, size doesn’t matter but a demon with a small dick is unheard of. I even did the dick in a box trick and nothing. I made a model of my dick as a gift for him and that failed miserably. Why was he so cold-hearted to love? 

Months later I was back to my devious self and loving life. “Killian, stop playing with your food, let him go and let’s go, I managed to set up an interview with a close friend of mine and I hate being late.” I scoff and let my meal go watching as he gathers his clothes and runs out of the apartment. You may be wondering what my new ‘roomie’ was referring to well it’s like this, I feed on sex energy whether its semen or some other fluid created by sexual pleasure. That’s not all though, I can feed on things such as souls and screams of the people I have fun with. 

“I get it ya blubbering idiot, I’ve been living here for four weeks now, I don’t need you telling me what to do.” I glared and walked to my room to get dressed. I hate being mean to such a hot piece of a man like him but not even Satan could tell me how to do my job or knew not to bother me while I fed. Just like anyone else, being interrupted, uninvited ruins the moment. 

“We’re five minutes behind schedule Killian, let’s go…” I swear if he rushes me one more time I’m cutting his dick off and putting it in a jar as a souvenir… or making a model of it and making a dildo, whatever works. Maybe I do both, that would be hot. Having the real thing in a jar and fucking myself with the replica… yum. I sighed walking out of my room and we went to the parking garage.

“Let’s go over what you’re going to say at your interview. Sex club or not, you’re acing this interview.” Oh, my bloody hell I’m going to rip his throat out I swear.

“I’m going to be myself minus the ‘Hi I’m a sexual demon from hell when can I start?” I glare at him and he sighs dropping the subject.  

Hours later I was smirking at my pouting roomie, he thought I wouldn’t get the job, now I own it haha checkmate assholes. Before you ask, no we didn’t do anything sexually for him to give me the club. Unless you consider him daydreaming of my retelling sex stories ‘anything sexually’.

“Did you kill him and brainwashed the employees to make them think you’re the new boss?” He asked nervously, chuckling. Is he fucking kidding me right now? One time I brainwash a delivery guy to get a free order from him and I’m labeled for life, I’m not that evil. 

“Not my fault he loved all my stories and experiences.” I said and he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"If you learned to keep it in your pants once in a while maybe one of your 'stories' would stick around and you could have more stories with that person."

"And where is the fun in that?" I said and he just put his hands up and sighed. 

"I don't even know why I try, you are a demon after all. What would you do if you had a mate?" He asked me like that is even possible for a demon like myself. 

"Pft, me? A mate? What the hell have you been smoking? The day I get a mate is a day I will kiss God's feet." I said and for some strange reason, my mind flashed an image of the beautiful man who saved my life months ago. What the hell, why am I seeing him? I shook my head to get the image of that sweet but also, he seemed sad for living the life he has and being in this beautiful place, I wonder what he has been doing these past few months. 

"I'd pay big bucks to see that. I'll be there in the front row too."

"It's not gonna happen, I am from hell if I was given a mate the damned moon goddess needs her head examined because I am not a creature worthy of love." 

"Mhm if you say so. Since you escaped I'd say your not so bad, you don't torture people anymore and yes you may have a lot of crazy sex but it's not like you held them against their will, even if you used your mind control to get them into bed but it ended up well in the end for all involved." 

"Everyone but one, it worked on every single one but the person who saved me, nothing worked on him." 

"Mm yes, the mysterious savior who didn't even tell you his name." He taunted, knowing it has driven me crazy not knowing a thing about that sexy man.

"His name? He didn't even say more than 'are you ok? How are you feeling? Do you need anything?' Besides that, he didn't talk." I groaned, aggravated still that he didn't take to my advanced or even tell me his name. I bet he has a sexy name to match his looks. 

"Why didn't you just use your powers on him? You know, to read his mind?" 

"I tried, I couldn't break through. It's like he blocked his mind or something is. I also haven't seen him again since I left his place, I wonder if he is even still around here." 

"Have you gone by his place to see if he is still here?" 

"No, I don't want to seem weird showing up after he didn't even seem like he wanted to be bothered in the first place. He may have saved me but he didn't show that he wanted to keep in touch so I left him be." I sighed and sat back on the couch, wanting to get him off my mind but these days I can't. No matter how many sexual partners I have had since I met him, there is this feeling inside that won't go away, like an itch that needs to be scratched no matter how many times it's scratched. 

"All I'm saying is, since you left his place, you haven't been the same. I've noticed a big change in you and being a thorn in your side for many many years, I noticed. Go find out if he's still here and try actually getting to know him, not get him into bed with your powers." He warned after he smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"Sir yes, sir." I saluted with my middle finger and he laughed. 

"Don't wait up." I said and blinked and thought of his place and landed in front of his door in the hall of the apartment building. I took a deep breath and his scent is strong so he is still here. I was about to knock when the door opened and he had cash in his hand.

"Sorry I thought you were the delivery guy." He said and put his money back in his pocket.

"No, just me. I wanted to come and see how you were doing and well, I can't get you out of my head for some reason and I needed to see you." I said being honest, trying to do this the normal way.

It must have worked because he blessed me with his beautiful smile and opened the door and stood inside and welcomed me inside.

"Thank you, I've been alright. Just working a lot and keeping myself busy, how have you been?" He asked, opening the cabinet in his kitchen to get wine glasses.

"Want some wine?" He offered and I nodded and sat on the stool at the island. 

"I've been busy myself, went for an interview for a job and ended up buying the club so now I'm a business owner." He handed me the glass of wine and I took a sip, finding it to not be bitter or dry like I'd expect wine to taste like.

"What kind of club?" He asked and sat across from me.

"Honestly?" I asked and he nodded.

"A sex club." 

"The one on 5th Avenue or 10th street?" He asked, shocking me that he knows where the two biggest sex clubs are. 

"5th Avenue. How do you know about it?" 

"I'm a grown single gay man, if I didn't know about them, I'd need some help." 

"Do you go often?" I asked, wanting to know what kind of sex he enjoys.

"I've been there a bunch of times, had a few threesomes, got into some of the kinky stuff but not too much, mainly handcuffed and flogging, wax play and things like that. Stopped going after I was asked to do a gang bang, not my type of thing." God damn, he's making me hard and I don't need to have that issue when I'm trying to not be myself here.

"Well if you decide to come back, I'll personally be by your side and will keep them away from you." So I can have you all to myself in my playroom. I'm not gonna tell him that though, not yet.

"Thanks, I'll be right back, that's my delivery. " He said after a knock came to the door. I waited for him to come back in and I smelt the delicious food and he walked in carrying a large pizza with a bag.

"Want to stay for dinner? I ordered enough for myself for a couple days but I'll share with you." He offered, still as sweet as ever.

"Sure, by the way, what is your name?" I asked the question I have been needing an answer to for months now.

"My names…"