Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-28 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, complete, damien thorn, npcs |
Who: Damien
When: Early afternoon
Where: Sunset Tower Hotel
What: Giving his minion a gift
Rating: R (though it may be NC-17 at this rate)
Warnings: Mild slash, innuendo.. ohh, heck with it, they end up naughty!
Status: Complete
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Damien walked into his room, dressed in a sort of business suit. He had just overseen a few projects at the L.A. branch of Thorn Industries, as well as going over a few deals he'd made with Luthorcorp. Everything seemed to be going well so far.
He walked to the closet and disrobed. Kicking off his loafers, hanging his coat, pulling his slacks off and putting jeans on. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and hung it, then reached for a plan black short-sleeved shirt.
Then he heard a stirring on one of the two beds. Smirking, he saw Logan wearing just blue jeans, laying on his stomach. The 18-year-old seemed to be resting now. Mm.. he looked so good like that. Damien, still holding the shirt he chose, walked over and sat beside the boy on the bed.
Damien brought a hand on his shoulder, then moved it down the back, stopping at the waist. Hearing a murmur, he continued, moving that hand up and down..
"Hmm? Uhh.." Logan sighed, looking up at Damien. "Oh. Umm.. hi." He smiled slightly and reached his fingers up to trail on Damien's bare side. He did enjoy those hands on him.. among other things. He still couldn't believe how skilled Damien was! Just wasn't natural. Not that he would complain... well, not anymore..
Damien smiled, his hand resting still on the back now. "Mm. Yes, I've returned. This isn't an erotic dream. But I can arrange for one, you know.." He could do it, too. Had done it. But he did prefer the real thing, as did this new follower of his. "But.. not right now. I have something for you."
"You do? Really?" The boy sat up then, a smile on his face. So easy to impress, this one. "What is it? What for?" He knew that whatever it was, as is usual with his new master, it would never be a disappointment.
Damien nodded. "I do. Come, get dressed." He stood up and put his shirt on. "You've been so loyal to me.. and reliable. And you accept me." Although, that was mostly due to his influence on the muggle's mind and soul. "I'm going to take you somewhere. It's very close."
Logan promptly went to the closet and pulled out a blue shirt and put it on. He put his shoes on next. "Okay, sir.. show me.."
After putting on more comfortable shoes, Damien walked outside with him. Using the elevator, they went down a few floors. And they were soon there. Putting the key in, Damien opened up the door and walked in. It was a new room.
Logan looked and was impressed. It wasn't as big as the penthouse. There was only one bed. There was no balcony, and there was just a couple windows. However.. it was comfortable in appearance. "Is.. is this for me?"
"Of course it is," Damien said, slipping those keys in the boy's front pants pocket. "There are occasions when I may need to be alone.. and which you may need that as well. This takes care of that. And so, as a reward for serving me so well, for being such a good ally.. this room is totally yours. You will not have to pay one cent."
"Wow.." Logan was surprised beyond words. "Um, wow. That's great. Thank you." He walked closer to him. "I.. I like it, sir. It's nice."
Damien smiled, taking his hand. They walked around, checking out the various spots on the room, talking about the details. They eventually ended up sitting by each other on the bed. "Let's relax." He pulled his shirt off.
"Alright... if you want to." Logan did the same, and leaned on the pillow. "Thank you for showing me all this. Hmm.. this is actually comfortable. A bit better than the one at my old home. It's.. nice."
Damien said, "You're very welcome. Like I said, my followers are always rewarded. And I am a much more preferable master to you than Riddle.. aren't I?" He kissed him lightly on the neck then.
"Yes, always." The boy nodded, then smiled at the contact. He would always be thankful to the Antichrist. It was odd. A month or so ago, he'd be appalled. But lately.. the more time he spent around him, hearing his voice.. ohh, and those dreams. He felt that anything other than serving him wouldn't be right.
Damien was pleased to hear that. He did respect loyalty, even if that was obtained by unnatural methods. He was so good at that sort of thing. He continued moving his mouth, his hands now trailing over the bare torso.
Logan responded by roaming his hands over Damien's backside, gasping pleasantly. "Master.. thank you so much.." He pulled the Beast onto him. "You are.. a great lord.."
Damien smiled, he so loved hearing worship. And he also liked those hands. He then pulled his head back, looking down at his subject. Staring into those eyes.. as if he saw into the soul. He actually could do that.
"So.." Logan looked nervous briefly, but it passed. "Umm.. so, Damien? You.. umm.."
"So." Damien smirked, fingers trailed down his cheek. "Such a nice room I got for you. Private, quiet.. we checked everything else in here to make sure it worked. But this. Your bed? How about we test it out for a bit as well, to make sure it isn't defective?"
All the boy did was quickly nod in agreement, in anticipation. He had proved himself to be a good learner. And these lessons? He liked being taught them again and again. He was always left satisfied at the end of these acts.
That nod was all that Damien needed. He smiled, capturing that mouth in a hot kiss, their hands roaming each other.. it didn't take long before they were lost in the pleasure of this carnal act, moving as one, both forms as bare as nature itself...