Demon Warriors 4
GENRE: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, Demons, Shape-shifters
Published: February 11,2012
Takeo wakes to find himself in a dark, dank cell. He doesn’t know how he got there, or even where he is. When Constantine threatens to go after Kamiko next, Takeo finds a way to escape. He travels through the realms with only one thing on his mind, finding the man he loves and keeping him safe.
Kamiko has been with Zeus’s pack for years, but never really living. His life consists of four walls that feel more like a prison than his bedroom. When Panahasi, and then Takeo, show up to whisk him away, trouble follows.
Raised in the city of Baku, Takeo doesn’t know how to show his love. Fighting everyday just to survive has taken its toll. The love that Takeo and Kamiko have for one another is tested, and misunderstandings separate the pair as one lone elf helps the pair reunite.
But Constantine has other plans for Kamiko, and they don’t include a happily ever-after.
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Takeo blinked several times as his eyes finally fluttered open. They were aching badly as he tried to focus his vision. He could tell they were swollen, because he was barely able to use them to see. He wasn’t sure where he was or how he got there, but he could feel something digging into his wrists. He glanced up to see that his hands were bound by steel manacles that were biting into his flesh. There was dried blood around his wrists and trailing down his arms, creating a strange pattern as it ended at his elbows.
Another thing he noticed right away was that wherever he was, it was cold. A deep chill settled in his bones, making him slightly shiver. Takeo glanced down through his swollen eyes to see that he was hanging naked in some dark, dank room that smelled of urine and death. There were a few rats in the corner, eating at something indiscernible.
As he glanced around, trying to focus in the dark, Takeo took in the room. It was some sort of cellar. The walls were made of concrete that had moss and fungus growing in a plethora of greens and browns and even some black. The floors had some sort of black build-up caking it, almost like a slimy film.
He pulled at his wrists only to clench his jaw in pain. His head fell back as he looked up to see that the steel had worn through his flesh, biting into his bones. He curled his fingers around the chains, trying in earnest to pull himself up to relieve some of the pressure. His shoulders felt like they were being pulled from their sockets.
It wasn’t easy. Takeo was solidly built, and his wrists were taking on a lot of weight. He saw that the chains that helped suspend him were threaded through some sort of eyebolt. It was large and thickly made. There was no way Takeo was going to be able to pull it from the ceiling.
He tilted his head to the left, wiping the sweat from his stinging eyes, eyes that could barely see his surroundings as he hung there, suspended in midair. He kicked his foot out when one of the rats scurried toward him, trying to nibble at his toe. He wasn’t going to be their next meal. The rat scurried back over to the others, ignoring Takeo for the moment.
His toes just barely touched the floor, and he knew eventually the group of vermin would set their sights on him as their main course. He could only keep his body curled up for so long before exhaustion would set in and the rats would have their dinner.
As he glanced around the room, seeing one door made of metal and shut tightly, he focused on the last thing he remembered. He had felt a tugging in his chest and knew a soul was being taken. He and Wayland had followed that feeling until they found themselves behind King Wings where Gammy was playing with some unfortunate person, teasing him before sucking his soul out through the victim’s mouth.
Everything after that was fuzzy.
His eyes snapped to the side when he heard movement, a shuffling of some sort. His vision blurred for a moment and then slowly came back into focus. The door was slowly opening, the hinges squeaking loudly, echoing through the small room and grating on his ears.
Licking his dry, cracked lips, Takeo strained to see who it was. His mind raced with all kinds of possibilities as the door creaked back, revealing someone Takeo had never seen before.
“Are you enjoying your accommodations?” the man asked as he stepped into the room. Takeo wasn’t sure who the man was, but it didn’t bode well when the rats ran in fear. That told Takeo he was dealing with someone very evil.
Takeo refused to utter one single word. He had learned through experience that if he stayed quiet that the other person felt compelled to fill that silence with mindless chatter. A person could learn a lot that way.
The man’s eyes roamed over Takeo’s body, a slight grin pulling at his lips as his eyes told Takeo that the man was void of any kind of compassion. The stranger’s eyes were dark, sinister, and downright creepy as fuck. Takeo clenched his jaw, immediately regretting it as pain shot down his neck and over his shoulders.
He had a feeling his jaw was broken.
“Nevertheless, I hope you’re quite comfortable. You’ll be vacationing with us for quite some time.”
Takeo kept his eyes downcast as he tried to think of a way out of this mess. Short of gnawing his own damn hands off, things were looking pretty damn grim.
“I’m surprised you don’t remember me. You’re the one who had me locked away in that godforsaken underground prison. Have you ever been there as a guest? You should try it sometime. Your mind starts to go a little mad after being in there for centuries.”
Takeo glanced up quickly and then looked back down, trying his best to place the face. He knew three had escaped from the detention cells that were located in the underworld, and he knew who Gammy was. Takeo also knew who Crypt was.
Crypt was a vile creature who no one could mistake for anything other than pure evil. He was the largest being Takeo had ever seen, with powers and strength to match, but the thing had a pea for a brain. Crypt went off of pure instinct.
But the man standing before him wasn’t Crypt or Gammy. So this had to be Constantine, Marino’s brother. Marino was a foul being. He created the drug called Liquid Wrath that creatures across every species were addicted to.
And this was his brother.
Takeo knew for a fact that Constantine was even more evil than Marino.
“Answer me!” Constantine bellowed, his voice bouncing off the four stone walls. When Takeo didn’t utter a single word, Constantine stepped closer. “I know exactly what to say to get you talking,” he whispered in a cold, malicious tone. “You have a human friend in the human realm that you are very fond of. Kamiko, right?”
“What’s wrong?” Takeo asked as he climbed onto the bed. “Have you changed your mind?”
Hardly. He’d have to be knocked out and dragged from Takeo’s apartment in order to refuse the man. He wasn’t that stupid. “No.” Kamiko didn’t want to talk anymore. They had talked enough over the years. It was time to get down to the funky sex and sweating part.
Tucking his hands behind Takeo’s head, Kamiko pulled him down, connecting their lips in an electrifying, make-your-eyelashes-curl kiss. Kamiko could die a happy man now with the way Takeo was mastering his mouth, drawing the kiss out like a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Kamiko could tell Takeo was trying to be gentle. But he didn’t want gentle. Kamiko wanted skin-slapping, fall-off-the-bed, scream-until-his-voice-was-lost sex. Was that too much to ask for?
He tried to flip Takeo over onto his back, but with his soon-to-be lover’s weight, that didn’t work out too well.
“What are you doing?”
“Flip over,” Kamiko commanded as he pushed at Takeo’s chest. He was trying to take charge, but Takeo’s bulky frame was denying him that pleasure.
Takeo’s brow arched as he moved to his back. As soon as Takeo’s weight was off of him, Kamiko pounced. He dropped down between Takeo’s legs and swallowed his cock before the man could utter one ounce of protest.
“Fuck!” Takeo shouted as his head fell back onto the mattress, his legs pulling up as his feet planted firmly on the bed. Kamiko opened wide, lavishing Takeo’s cock with his tongue as he snaked a hand down to Takeo’s balls and tugged on them.
Kamiko took that as a sign that he was doing a good job. He wasn’t well versed in the art of blow jobs, but he knew enough to get him by. Even in the dark days years ago, Kamiko…he pushed that thought aside and attacked Takeo harder, with more vigor.
“Kamiko,” Takeo whispered his name like a lover in the night, making Kamiko’s skin feel like it was alive for the very first time. He opened his mouth wider, taking Takeo’s shaft deeper into his mouth.
He pulled back, suckling at the head as Takeo ran his hands through Kamiko’s hair, fanning it out over his thigh. His fingers were like a soft caress, making Kamiko’s body shiver in delight.
“Come here, little flower.” Takeo’s tone was commanding, yet gentle.
Kamiko was having none of that. He didn’t want gentle, at least not now. He wet his finger, praying Takeo didn’t knock him on his ass as he quickly inserted a finger into Takeo’s ass.
“What the fuck!” Takeo shouted as his hips bucked, ramming his cock down Kamiko’s throat in the process. He gagged and pulled back.
Well, that worked out well.
Kamiko froze, Takeo’s cock still shoved between his lips as he looked up at Takeo. He didn’t look mad.
“You’re full of many surprises, aren’t you?” Takeo growled as he pulled Kamiko up and tossed him on his back. “Let’s see how you handle a warrior fucking you.”
Kamiko spread his legs apart, a hopeful smile playing at his lips as he batted his eyelashes at Takeo. “Show me.”
Takeo’s eyes brows shot up, and then his lids fell to slits as he crawled up Kamiko’s body. “Slow and steady or fast and hard?”
“Fast and hard,” Kamiko quickly answered.
“Do not forget that it was you who asked for it,” Takeo warned as he set the head of his cock at Kamiko’s hole. He jerked when he felt something wet spurt inside his hole. He glanced up at Takeo, his eyes wide.
“It is a lubricant that a demon’s cock gives off to relax the entrance. Pre-seminal fluid, ” Takeo said as his ran his hands through Kamiko’s hair, giving it a light tug.
“Harder,” Kamiko begged.
Takeo’s nostrils flared as he tugged harder, sending small shards of pain and pleasure through Kamiko’s scalp. He shuddered as he moaned. “Again.”
Kamiko could feel another spurt as Takeo pulled just a little harder. He could feel nails scraping his scalp as Takeo pulled slightly harder than the last. Kamiko was going wild under Takeo. His fingers dug into Takeo’s chest, leaving half-moon bites behind as Takeo leaned forward and began to play with Kamiko’s nipples with his tongue. Lapping, sucking, and gently biting them until Kamiko was ready to come from the exotic sensation.
Who knew he had sensitive nipples?
Kamiko’s hands flew to Takeo’s hair as he pushed his lover’s head closer, begging. He yelped when Takeo bit one nipple and then lapped at it with his tongue.
Kamiko was trying desperately to impale himself on Takeo’s cock, but whenever he pushed down, Takeo moved back. “Let it do its job, little flower.”
Frustrated, Kamiko yanked at Takeo’s hair. “It has done its job. Fuck me.”
Takeo grinned as he leaned down and kissed Kamiko. “You must learn patience.”
Kamiko didn’t want to learn patience. He wanted to be fucked. His ass chased Takeo’s cock as his lover chuckled. To see Takeo smile was like watching the heavens open up. It took his very breath away.
“Are you ready?” Takeo asked as he nipped at Kamiko’s shoulder.
“God, yes.” He had been ready years ago. Kamiko grabbed Takeo’s shoulders as his lover’s cock slowly entered him, quick spurts of the lubricant shooting inside of him as Takeo eased his way in.