WHO: Beelzebub and Thomas WHAT: Just fucking with him more WHEN: Wednesday WHERE: ...place? WARNINGS: Demons, drug use
Maybe if Lena's cleavage hadn't been carved from perfect alabaster things would have gone differently. Beelzebub wouldn't have been distracted for not more than a split second, and the woman of his dreams wouldn't have used that second to smash his guts out all over her perfectly porcelain skin.
Beelzebub had never been so embarrassed to be in Hell.
The moment he had been able to return - and it wasn't all that long after having his guts smooshed out - he had sworn to get his revenge. He didn't really want to take it out on Lena personally, since his crush on her was still going strong, fly murder or no. Instead he wanted to focus on the ugly fucker who somehow managed to convince Lena he was worth marrying.
Seriously, what in the hell did she see in that guy?
Following him had been easy, and drugging and abducting him was like following the rules in a paint by number book about kidnapping. Caveman Brow hadn't even struggled. And now he was locked in a room, high as a kite, and Beelzebub was feeling pretty damn smug about it.
That'd teach Lena Perfect Hair to squish him against her breasts. But oh, oh those breasts-
Brushing all thoughts of alabaster cleavage out of his mind, Beelzebub unlocked the door to the room Thomas was in and strode over to the other man who was still bound and gagged, though his blindfold had been removed. Dark, dried tear-stains trailed their way down his face, but when Caveman Brow looked at him now, there was no hint of sorrow in his eyes. It was all defiance and the slightest hint of something else he was trying to hide. Something darker.
Need.
It was little wonder too, since the heroin he had been shot up with would be wearing off by now. It was fascinating how his entire body shook with it. Beelzebub cocked his head and looked down at Thomas. "You smell like piss," he informed his captive. "It's disgusting."
Defiance and need.
"Not going to say anything, hmm?" Beelzebub went to his knees and he wound one of his hands around Thomas' growing hair, lifting his head up. The other man grunted in pain around the gag, and then Beelzebub felt a laugh bubbling out of him. "Oh, right." He untied the gag and tossed it across the room, watching with fascination while Thomas immediately tried to move his freed tongue around his mouth, searching for any kind of moisture he could find. "Thirsty, hmm?"
Caveman Brow's eyes flashed and Beelzebub was delighted. More need now, than defiance. And just what was it with these Kemps and their stubborn streak anyway? He pulled a water bottle out of the small bag he had brought with him and unceremoniously squirted a bit of it into Thomas' mouth. The man coughed and spluttered, but seemed to work out how to swallow it eventually. Beelzebub rewarded him with another squirt and then stowed the bottle back in the bag.
He expected some kind of whimper from his captive, but nothing came. Damn Kemps. Well he had something else for that anyway. Taking his time, because suspense really was the thing, wasn't it, he slowly rifled through the bag and then he pulled out the full syringe he had prepared just before. Thomas' eyes fell on the needle and there it was. A whimper. A whimper and words.
"Please-" Thomas managed to beg, and Beelzebub honestly couldn't tell if the man was begging for Beelzebub not to drug him, or to shoot him up to his eyeballs full of heroin. Thomas never clarified either. It wouldn't have changed Beelzebub's mind anyway, since he had one mission here. Expertly, he found a vein and depressed the syringe into Thomas' arm. The moan the other man let out was almost inhuman and then Beelzebub watched in fascination as Thomas' mouth opened with a sort of wordless awe and remained that way.
Having accomplished his task, Beelzebub capped the needle and rose to leave. He would return in a few hours with another dose. Then another after that, and another after that, until Thomas didn't remember what it felt like to not be riding a high. Then he would deliver the pitiful man to his doorstep and watch the fall out.