The Devil's Son Chapter 5, a short story by XxSkullduggery2152xX. Date added: 2011-08-10. Times viewed: 876.
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He’s kissing me?! What the hell? He traced the opening of my mouth with his tongue. I barely parted my lips and he shoved his tongue inside. I closed my eyes and really got into it. The kiss was a hot and tongue tangling. I had no idea what brought this on, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.
Aiden wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me close. And his free hand got tangled in my hair. I couldn’t breath very well so I reluctantly had to pull away. Aiden pulled back and realized what he was doing. He took a few steps back and leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry.” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.” I just stared at him. I was happy, excited, and a little hard. But then again, why wouldn’t I be. This guy was so fucking hot.
I found my voice and spoke to him. “That’s okay.” I said. “You’re a really good kisser.” I added. I licked my lips. They tasted like pizza. He had tasted like pizza. Talk about a spicy kiss.
“Uh…thanks. I think.” He slid down the counter and sat on the floor. “Does this mean I’m gay?” he asked.
I walked over and sat next to him. “I guess.”
“That must be why I think you’re so damn cute.” he sighed and leaned his head back. “And that I want to call you babe, and kiss you, and…oh, god.” he smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. “I’m gay. My girlfriends going to kill me.” he let out another groan.
“Well, she’ll probably find out sooner or later anyways.” I reasoned. “You might as well get it over with and dump her.”
“You don’t understand!” he grabbed me by the shirt. “She’s a demon.”
“…What?” I said confused.
“She’s a demon.”
“Don’t you think your overreacting?”
“No. I mean it she’s actually a demon. And I’m dating her because I’m the devil’s son.”
Okay, this guy is officially crazy. “Listen, you may need to see a sicietrist or something.”
“I can prove it.” he said calming down a bit.
“Okay…?” Aiden held up his hand and snapped his fingers. The next thing I know I’m standing in a strange bedroom. It was freaking hot in here. Like a thousand degrees. “Where are we?” I asked him.
“Hell.” he answered.
I snapped my fingers and brought Logan to my bedroom in hell. I told him that’s where we were. “We can’t be in hell.” he said. “That’s impossible.” he said sounding a bit panicked.
“Sure we can. Let me give you a tour.” I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of my room and down a dark corridor that was lit by torches on the walls. “This is my and my brothers sleeping quarters.” I said. I led him down the corridor and out into the main plaza. There were people rushing around trying to get jobs done. Dead humans and demons. The sight of people with horns sticking out of their heads made Logan believe me. He looked extremely pale. “Are you alright.”
“No I’m not alright. I’m in hell. Literally.” I squeezed his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I grew up here. There is nothing for you to worry about. And if you come here when you die, I’ll make sure you get special treatment.”
“I like you.” I put my arm around his shoulders and walked him around the plaza. Then I walked him over a bridge that had lava flowing beneath it. He kept a real tight hold of me. On the other hand I walked across it without a second thought.
“Where are we going?” he asked. I stopped right in the middle of the bridge to stop and think. This made Logan panic even further.
“I don’t know. Giving you a tour. Seeing my father. The thrown room is just through that door.”
“I don’t wanna meet your father. I want to go home.” he clung to my arm. “I think I’ve seen enough of the underworld to last me a lifetime.”
“Okay.” I said letting out a sad sigh. “I think my father would have liked you.” I snapped my fingers and we were back in the kitchen. Logan was still tightly clinging to me. “Are you alright?” He just let go of me and slumped down in a chair. I waved my hand in front of his face. “Logan?” I got him a glass of water and handed it to him.
Logan came through and drank the whole glass. “We were in hell?” he asked me. I nodded. “Oh my god. I just made out with the devil’s son.”
“Yeah so? It’s not that big of a deal.” I said. I pushed back some of his hair that had fallen in his eyes. God he was cute. He looked up at me, still in shock. I decided to take advantage and kiss him again. Fortunately this took him out of his shock. He kissed me back. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. But it was good.
“Wow.” Logan said. “Just…wow.” he stood up and started pacing. I sat in his chair. He started mumbling something about hell being a real place. And me being the devil’s son. How he’d come so close to meeting the devil. After a few minutes I got sick of watching him pace back and forth. I got up and stood in front of him. Grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Listen to me.” I said. “You can’t tell anyone what you’ve seen today. And you can’t tell anyone who I really am. Got that?” he nodded. And seemed a little frightened. “You don’t got to be afraid of me you know. I ain’t got no reason to hurt you.” I let go of his shoulders.
Logan looked up at me. There was no trace of fear left on his face. Just relief and some happiness. And maybe a hint of trust. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. His face buried in my collarbone. I put my arms around him. A little confused. How can this boy trust me? After all, I just gave him his own personal tour of the underworld. I kissed the top of his head.
I held him a moment until he pulled away. He gave me one of those to die for smiles. He ran his hand through his hair. He wandered back into the living room. Me tagging after him. We plopped back down on the couch to watch TV. Logan cuddled up to me. I loved this. I put my arm around him. And after a hour he fell asleep.
I scooped him up in my arms and carried him up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I took off his shoes and pants. I pulled the covers up to his hips and kissed him on the forehead. I left him alone and went to my own room. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
I woke up in a room I’ve never seen before. Oh yeah, I’m staying at Aiden’s. A knock sounded at the door. I sat up in bed and the door opened. Aiden was only wearing a pair of jeans and a towel draped over his shoulder. “Time to get up or we’ll be late for school.” he said with a grin.
“Uh. I don’t have any clothes.”
Aiden tilted his head to the side. “I’ll be right back.” he disappeared and came only a few moments later. “Here you go.” he held out a stack of clothes. “I’ll go make us some break fast.” He left and I unfolded the clothes he left for me. He gave me a T-shirt was a little big and the pants were too big. I went down to the kitchen.
I was down in the kitchen making omelets. Logan came down wearing my clothes. And he’s right, they are a little big for him. But he was still so cute. I handed him his omelet. “Well…” I don’t know what to say to that.” we ate pretty much in silence.
After breakfast I made us lunch and we headed off to school. Logan was being awfully quiet. “Are you okay?” I asked. Maybe last night was juat to much for him. Either that or he thinks he’s dreaming.
“I…uh…yes…?” he was totally out of it.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He nodded. “Everything just seems a little…different. Now I know that when I die I’m going to hell. That is what the bible says after all.”
“Aww.” I clamped my hand down on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Hell isn’t all that bad. It’s just like home.”
“Hell is your home you idiot.” he said with irritation. “Sorry. I’m just stressed.”
“Anyway, my father loves gays. At one point in his life he actually thought he was gay.” Logan stopped walking and stared at me with a raised eyebrow. “It was the longest phase he went through.” I bent my head and sighed. Then I grinned at him. “So, he wont mind in the slightest if I’m gay.” I slung my arm over his shoulders.
“There’s something you should know. Only Kyle knows I’m gay. None of my other friends know.” I frowned at him.
He didn’t answer. “Don’t you think we should be getting to school?” Why won’t he tell me? Something is clearly wrong. I didn’t bug him about it though. He’ll tell me when he sees the time is fit.
It’s been three weeks since I first kissed Logan. I guess you could say we became fast friends. He come’s over quite a bit. But he usually leaves before six o’ clock. That’s when his mom wants him home. Dinner time I guess. But after school he usually comes over and we’ll do homework and watch a movie. I haven’t kissed him since the first time. I’m not sure if he wants me to. But I’ll wait for the right moment before I put the moves on him again. Everyone still thinks we’re strait. Except for Kyle that is. He totally thinks Logan and I are totally into each other. And that reminds me. I still haven’t gotten around to breaking up with Cindy. I should do that before Logan and I get too serious. Actually I’m not even sure if our relationship will go any further.
So far all we are is friends. And that’s okay. But I would love to become something more. Sometimes I put my arm around him when we’re watching TV. Or I’ll run a hand though his hair. But that’s pretty much were it stops. No kissing. No handholding. Zilch.
I had decided to give him some time to get used to who I really am before I get any farther. Logan just treats me like a normal guy. And I’m thankful for that. I don’t want any special treatment. So right now it’s four thirty, we’re sitting on the sofa watching television. And I’m thinking about how I can get another kiss from the cutie I’m sitting next to.
I reach behind Logan to get the remote. “Mind if I change the channel?” I ask.
“Nope. This show totally sucks anyways.” I put my arm around his shoulders and flipped through the channels. I decided to stay on the cooking channel. I sighed and dropped the remote in his lap.
“Sorry.” I say. Then I reach down with my other hand to grab it. The remote that is. But I made sure to brush against his crotch. I did it so that it looked like an accident. Like I didn’t notice I did it. From the corner of my eye I saw his eyes bulge and his cheeks got a little red. “Something wrong?” I whispered teasingly in his ear.
“N-nope. Nothing.” he stuttered. It was so cute. And kind of turning me on. He grabbed a pillow and set it on his lap. A smile tugged at my lips. I bent down and kissed him just below the earlobe. Logan stiffened. “Uh…Aiden? What are you doing?”
My tongue flicked out and licked his ear. He shivered. “What do you think I’m doing?” I started kissing a line down his jawbone. I made my way to his lips. I kissed the corner of his mouth and barely brushed our lips together. I was testing to see if he wanted me to. Although he did have a pillow hiding his package. So my thought was ‘yeah, he want’s me’.
And I was right. He twisted his head so that his lips were fully on mine. I opened our mouths and invaded his. He moaned into my mouth. I reached down and took his pillow away. It was kind of in my way. That wasn’t where I started though. I needed to work up to it. I started with my hand on his knee. As we made out my hand wandered up his thigh. I pulled on one of his legs so that they were spread out.
I massaged his thigh a bit more before I started to get higher. Man, was he hard. And he wasn’t the only one. He gasped and jerked when I touched him. I nibbled on his bottom lip and moved to his ear and jaw. Then I lowered my head and started sucking on his neck. I know he wouldn’t want a hickey so I was careful not to give him one.
Aiden was sucking on my neck. And god, did it feel good. I tilted my head back to give him easier access. And his hand was massaging me in certain places that I shall not name. I let him do as he wished. But I didn’t want him to get too far. I stopped his hand and pulled it off of me. I held his wrist and kissed him on the lips again.
After a few minutes I gave him the same treatment he had given me. Now he was the one moaning and rocking his hips. Good thing he was the devil’s son. Because this was quite the sin. I gave him a few more minutes and liked his jaw. I decided we had better stop now before we go all the way.
When I pulled my face away from his it didn’t help the situation. Aiden had a crocked grin in place and his eyes were filled with lust. It was so hot. I swallowed the lump in my throat and scooted away. Leaving only three to four inches between us. I bit my lip and hugged myself. I didn’t want to attack him or anything.
“Logan.” I didn’t answer. “Logan?” he asked. He was going to scoot closer but I stopped him.
“I think I need to go.” I blurted. Okay, I didn’t want to go. But I thought maybe I should before things got out of hand. At least if we had sex we wouldn’t get pregnant. But in truth. I just wasn’t ready.
I got up off the couch and slung my bag over my shoulder. Aiden starred up at me. He looked confused and lustful. Yep, I should leave. “You don’t have to go.”
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow’s Saturday.”
Oh yeah. “Well maybe I’ll stop by.” Oh, I’d definitely be stopping by. We needed to have one of those relationship talks. And I wanted to make out with him again. It was obvious that he’s into me. He’s the one that makes all the moves.
Aiden got up off the couch and walked me to the door. There wasn’t as much lust in his expression now. So when he bid me goodbye, I gave him a peck on the lips. Just to let him know I wanted him. I dashed out the door. I looked back when I reached the end of the driveway. His lustful look was back. Along with his gorgeous smile. I smiled back. Then I was off.
The rest of the day went fairly well. I made dinner a little early. This pleased my mother. Not that she would show it of course. But she was. Then I went up to my room to read for a while. Although, for some reason the words I read repeated this afternoon’s events with Aiden. I daydreamed the rest of the evening with a goofy grin on my face.
I think at one point my mom came up to see what I was doing. I think she asked me why I looked happy. I just sighed and stared off into space. I must have creped her out because she didn’t stick around to find out the answer. But I didn’t care. I was in love. And that’s what I was going to tell Aiden tomorrow. That I was in love with him.
The next day around eleven I walked to Aiden’s. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t help but have my doubts. What if he doesn’t love me? Maybe he just wants a boy toy to play with. No…Aiden wouldn’t do that to me. Or would he? He is the devil’s son after all. God, this was confusing.
I sauntered up to Aiden’s door and rang the bell. He answered the door in less then twenty seconds. “Hey, sexy! How’s it going?” That was his greeting.
I blushed and looked away. “Fine.”
“Well, come on in.” he grabbed me by the hand and towed me inside. “Can I get you something?” he asked teasingly. This was how he always greeted me. But for some reason this felt a lot different. If felt like he had just brought me home after a date. I sat on the couch.
“No, I’m good.” I said. This was a tad awkward. Aiden flopped down on the sofa next to me. “Umm, Aiden? We need to talk.” I cleared my throat. Aiden was at full attention. “It’s about our relationship.” I choked out. I blushed and turned away.
“Oh, that.” he didn’t sound surprised. “I figured we’d have that talk sooner or later.” he paused and gave a small chuckle. “And after last night I figured it would end up being sooner.” He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair. “So what do you want us to be?”
“Well, your the one that keeps making the moves. I thought maybe you had an idea.” I reasoned shyly.
Aiden smiled sexily and he scooted closer to me. “I do have a few ideas.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. Oh god. What do I say? Is there a correct response? I didn’t know. I exhaled in a gust. “Okay, we don’t have to go that far. Well, not yet.”
“So, boyfriends?” I asked. Hopefulness filling my voice. Along with the fear of being rejected.
Aiden grinned leaned in and kissed me as his response. I’ll take that as a yes! I couldn’t help but smile. I was now dating the devil’s son! Yay for me!!!
Logan and I had spent the majority of the weekend at my house. We watched TV, played video games, made out a few times. God, I just can’t keep my hands off of him. We were walking to school together and Logan just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. I had been holding his hand so I had to stop too. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s…well, I don’t think I want to tell people we’re dating.” he said shyly.
“I just don’t.” He pulled his hand out of mine. I gave him a confused look. He just walked passed me towards the school. We had gone to class together and acted like best friends. I didn’t really understand why he didn’t want anyone knowing he was gay. But I wasn’t going to push him into a situation he was uncomfortable with.
In the classes I didn’t have with Logan I just took notes and doodled in the margins of my paper. I missed having him in my arms. And during lunch it took all of my willpower not to put my arm around his shoulders or hold his hand. I just sat there next to him and ate my lunch. Adding a few words to the groups conversation.
So the next three days went that way. But on Friday Logan hadn’t shown up to school. I sat in Calculus with Kyle. “Do you know why Logan isn’t here?” I asked when I sat down.
He gave a shrug. “Maybe he’s sick. We can go check on him after school if you want.” he suggested. I nodded in agreement. Then we started talking about school and video games and regular guy stuff. But I was kind of worried about him. Thoughts worse than sickness filled my mind. He didn’t want anyone to know he was gay. Was that because of his parents? Are they the reason he’s ashamed of being what he is?
As soon as the bell rang I found Kyle and we were off to Logan’s house. I hoped he was alright. And the thoughts that now haunted my mind wouldn’t leave and made me feel a bit agitated. I had to get to Logan as quickly as I possibly could.
Thursday after school I got into a fight with my mother. And she had beaten me pretty bad. I got a some pretty bad bruises on my ribcage and upper arms. I called in sick for school. I knew Aiden would be worried. But I didn’t want him to see the results of our being together. Yeah, my mom found out I had a boyfriend. And she didn’t take it to lightly. As you can imagine.
So I stayed home from school and cleaned the house. It wasn’t too messy so I was able to spend a good part of the day in bed. My mother got home around two. She had left me alone. And then I heard the doorbell ring around three fifteen. My mother answered it. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Okay, she actually told me to lay in bed and pretend to be sick.
The next thing I know is that there’s a knock on my door. I mumbled a come in and the door opened to reveal Kyle and my beloved Aiden. I sat up in bed. My ribs hurt but I wasn’t going to show it. They came over and sat on my bed.
“Are you okay?” Aiden asked.
“I’m fine. But, what are you guys doing here?”
“Aiden here was worrying about you all day.” Kyle said. “I said you were probably just sick. But he wanted to come check on you anyways.”
Aiden rolled his eyes at Kyle. “Shut up.” Kyle’s phone rang and he had to go home. Apparently his grandparents had come over for dinner. So the two of us were left alone. “So your alright?” Aiden asked again.
“Good.” he gave me a sexy grin. “I hope you’ll be able to come to school Monday then.”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ve missed you, you know.” he pulled me into a hug. But he touched my bruise and I cried out in pain. Aiden pulled away. A confused look on his face. Before I could stop him he lifted up my shirt to reveal my bruises. I bit my lip. Aiden was furious.
I was pissed. My poor baby was black and blue all over his ribcage. I took his shirt completely off to see the rest of the damage. He had a huge bruise on his shoulder too. I gritted my teeth in anger. Who would do this to my baby?
“Who did this to you?” I hissed.
I cut him off. “Who?” I snapped again. Just then the door opened to reveal Logan’s mother. Logan looked frightened. Of course it would be her. She wants him home by six. He’s ashamed to tell people he’s gay. And it usually is a family member. Also she looked furious.
I was so angry I couldn’t even speak. I stood up and glared at her. She was my height but I could easily take her. But she was bigger than Logan. He couldn’t stand a chance against her. “Don’t you look at me that way.” she hissed.
“What makes you think you have the right to do this?” I pointed at Logan. He starred up at me. Fearful and shocked. He scrambled to put his shirt back on. He winced in pain as he did so.
“He’s my son. I can do as I please.”
Over my dead body. I put my arm on my shoulder. Disgusted that I had to touch her. Just before I shimmered us to hell I heard Logan call my name.
I had appeared in the thrown room before my father. He had been sitting there with my mother beside him. He was in the middle of pouring some wine into a glass. “Let go of me!” Logan’s mom screeched. I did and shoved her down onto her knees.
“What’s the meaning of this my boy?” he saw that I was pissed and became serious. Which he often is not.
“This woman has beaten my boyfriend.” I growled angrily.
“So, you’re the boy my sons been hanging around huh?” I didn’t answer her. I just stared at my father.
“I didn’t know you were gay.” My father said rubbing his chin. “Well congratulations to you and your boyfriend. I’d like to meet this boy sometime.” he said with a stupid grin plastered on his face. “I’d love to welcome him into our beloved family.” Logan’s mom stared at him in shock. She made a gagging sound to show her repulsion.
“Do something about her.”
“Like what? She’s still alive.”
“I know that.” I barked at him. “But I think she should take a little vacation down here. Show her why she shouldn’t beet her child.”
“This boy must mean a lot to you.” he mused. “Okay, fine. Come get her whenever you want her back. I’ll make sure to make it extra miserable for her down here.” he winked at me.
I sighed with irritation and shimmered back to earth.
“Aiden.” I called to him but shimmered away anyways. I know where he took her. He’s taken her to hell. To meet the devil. I shuttered in fear. When she came back she was going to be even more pissed. Wait. What if she never comes back? What will happen then? I started freaking out. I didn’t know who to be more afraid of. Aiden when he’s pissed. Or my mother.
I paced my room for a few minutes. Maybe ten or so. I was freaking out more and more with each passing second. Finally Aiden reappeared in my bedroom. “Aiden!” I went over and hugged him. It hurt my ribs but I didn’t really care. “Will she be coming back?” I whispered.
Aiden wrapped his arms around me. Careful not to cause any pain. “Of course she’ll be back. When she learns her lesson. My father said when we want her back I’ll have to go and fetch her.” He kissed the top of my head. “You lied to me.” he blurted. “You said you were alright.”
I pulled away in shame. I know I could have told him the truth. And I wanted to go crawl under a rock and hide. I looked up at Aiden’s sorrowful face then down at the ground. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
“You know, not everyone will hate you for being gay.” he pulled my chin up so I had to look at him. “Take Kyle for example. He’s been trying to get us together since day one.” I smiled up at him. He bent down and kissed me. “I love you.” he said quietly.
“I love you too.” I buried my face in his collarbone. “But what am I going to do now that my mom is in hell?”
Aiden chuckled. “Your going to come live with me.” he said obviously.
“What?” I said looking up at him in shock.
“I’m going to take care of you love.” he said with a grin. “And no one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as I’m around to protect you.” I believed every word he said. I didn’t know if he could always be there. But I was going to come out of the closet, so to speak. Come Monday morning, I’ll be walking down the hall, hand in hand with my boyfriend. And I won’t care who notices. All that matters is that Aiden will be there for me. Just like he promised.
To be continued...
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