Whispers

Title: Whispers
Pairing: Lu/John
Rating: NC-17
Warning: The usual
Summary: John’s tormented by his own thoughts. Post-movie.
Author note: If you like listening to music while you read I recommend Saving Me - Nickleback then Closer - Nine Inch Nails and Good Enough - Evan escence

John slowly lifted his head, feeling the hot afternoon sun striking his head and shoulders. He felt dizzy and out of place. He looked around, noticing the empty bottle of Jack and crumpled cigarette pack. He was in his apartment, thankfully. He swallowed down an urge to vomit as he stood, stumbling to the fridge.

It was mostly empty, except an old sandwich and a bottle of water. He downed the water, gave a side glance back to the sandwich, and closed the fridge. John had taken a turn for the worse in the few months since it happened. He was left alone, no friends, and what little respect he had with some of the half breeds had been ripped away.

He grabbed a new pack of cigarettes and sat back down. He lit one up and leaned back with his eyes closed. He took in the smell of Marlboros and hot apartment. John sat for sometime, when he felt his head spinning again, and a rush of fear swooped through him.

His eyes shot open and a flash of evil struck him deeply. He nearly fell out of his chair, blinking rapidly to remove the image. A chuckle rang out in his mind and he cursed the air, throwing the bottle at the area where Lu’s face had appeared. He sighed deeply at his foolishness.

He sat again, asking himself why the hell he felt this way? Why had he given up, and so soon for that fact? And most importantly why did his heart feel so empty? Is wasn’t her. He knew it wasn’t. That didn’t work out so well did it Johnny?

Johnny? “Shut up!” he yelled at no one. He felt so frustrated at himself. He knew it in the back of his mind but he just couldn’t admit it. Why not? He was thinking to himself. It’s not like he doesn’t know. Its Lu! He would know before anyone.

He slumped his head into his arms, dropping the cigarette into a water filled can on the floor next to the table. He was crying inside, tortured by the fact of how he felt. So many things he wish he could give into and…

He sat up suddenly. That was it. It’s what Lu wanted wasn’t it? But that didn’t help did it? No… Now I don’t know at all how I feel. He groaned in frustration once again. “Why are you doing this to me?” It was a question he asked himself, a question filled with anger.

“You know…” he heard a whisper come from nowhere. It was right though, he knew.

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A few days went by. John had barely moved in a week now. A trip to the corner store and to the bathroom. Other than that he resembled a troublesome statue, sitting at the table contemplating his next move, not his own but the Devil’s. Suddenly, he felt out of place again. He began to feel dizzy. He stood up trying to reach his bed but the spinning in his head only seemed to get worse.

He hit the door way, lodging his shoulder into the frame. It was the only thing holding him up as the images flooded his mind. They were scattered and undefined, leaving no clue as to what they were. The spinning got worse until he felt himself falling, his body hit the floor, bringing the images together with a heavy thud.

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He was in a place he’d never seen before. A fancy room finely decorated with statues and paintings. It resembled a Greek or perhaps Roman palace. He smelled something familiar… sulfur. He panicked. He tried to move but for the first time he realized he was bound to the soft velvet chair.

His binds were a dark silky red, holding him at his feet and hands. He squirmed trying to free himself. “I’ll let you go, Johnny. If you behave.” It was Lu, standing somewhere unseen to him.

“What the fuck, Lu?” It’s all he could think of to say. Suddenly he felt the Devil’s breath on the back of his neck.

He whispered to John, “Just a bit a fun… right?”

He said it like he was the one having the fun. How much fun could it be bound to a chair while the Devil toyed with you? Lu rounded on John, taking in the sight of John tied to his chair. A flick of his wrist accompanied with a mischievous laugh and John found himself naked. John expected cold, do to his surroundings, but hadn’t noticed any change. If anything he felt warmer.

Lu conjured a chair as he went to sit in it, placing himself directly in front of John at eye level. The Devil smirked and John saw it in his eyes. He felt nervous again not entirely sure what to expect.

“Oh, stop looking so confused Johnny. You know very well what I’m about to do.” He flicked his wrist again, and John was free of his restraints. “Now just because you’re not tied down doesn’t mean you free. Resist me and this will be much worse.”

John sighed, but nodded slightly to show his cooperation. Lu stood, the chair disappearing behind him. John attempted the same but was pushed down by an unseen force. He obeyed this force, not struggling. He knew it was a test and Lu smiled allowing him to move again. He moved closer, placing a hand on John’s bare chest where is heart was. John’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden contact and he stopped breathing. He looked at Lu, questioning him.

Lu slid his hand over the rest of his chest, grazing John’s sensitive nipples, making him squirm. Lu enjoyed making John squirm, giving them extra attention. His hand moved lower, touching his stomach which had lost some of it’s hard muscle but was still appealing. He moved lower still, grazing over the smooth area where his hair should have been.

John felt himself enjoying the touches, it being so long since anyone besides himself had laid a hand on him. Lu removed his hand and John instinctively grabbed at his wrist, not wanting to lose the contact. Again this pleased the Devil and surprisingly he complied with John’s demands.

He wrapped his hand around John’s waist, bringing him up from the chair to lock lips with the former exorcist in fiery kiss that went straight to his groin. The initial shock lingered until he felt Lu’s hands grasping him tighter, strong hands on his naked skin. He felt himself relax and they’re mouths opened, tongues entangling, fighting for more passion.

John lost himself. He pushed Lu down to the floor, forcing his clothes off. Lu grabbed his neck before John could get very far and pulled him down, diving back into their passionate kiss. Lu took care of the clothes himself and suddenly John felt the sweet sensation of skin on skin.

Lu’s hands rested on John’s ass, pulling him up so his dick nestled in the crack of John’s ass. John was having trouble breathing either from the kiss limiting the amount of oxygen or the pure arousal he felt, he couldn’t tell. The passion intensified with every slide of their tongues and John began to grind against the Devil.

Lu let out a pleased sort of demonic purr, biting John’s lip. John finally broke the kiss, only to show Lu how much he was enjoying himself. He moved to his neck sucking and biting, moving down to his collarbone, chest, stomach, and finally his cock. Without a second thought he took the Devil in his mouth.

He instantly tasted sulfur, not too surprised, he thought. Not knowing exactly what he was doing he just went with it. His tongue swirled around the head just before he took him in deeper. He went down as far as his throat would let him, generating a pleased moan from the Devil.

John worked at him, enjoying the hands that held his hair, forcing him down every time. Lu let out another demonic purr when John’s teeth scraped along the top. Lu removed his hold and moved John up again. Lu positioned him for their next act.

John breathed deeply, not ready but certainly willing. He felt the slick cock at his entrance, waiting for a split second before pushing in. John winced only slightly when he felt the head of cock was in. His breathing was rapid but he continued to lower himself. Once Lu was fully in, he took a few to relax.

He gave a slight nod and he felt strong hands moving him up and down. A few seconds was all it took for him to adjust. He began moving with Lu’s thrusts. His hands rested on Lu’s chest. Every inch that was touching Lu, seemed to be the only parts of him that was alive. Lu must have picked up on his thoughts because for the first time he felt the Devil’s hand on his cock.

He pumped in time with their sex. Sensations John had never had rushed over him. He felt insane and so exhilarated at the same time. He forced Lu’s thrusts to slow, causing a sharp glare from the Devil. He sat up, removing himself from John. He whimpered at the loss. Lu turned John over on his hands and knees. He moved with more force this time, pushing himself inside John.

“Don’t, John. You wouldn’t be happy,” was all Lu said before he thrust again sending wind pleasure through his body. The words faded from John’s mind as the pleasure overtook him again. He moved to touch himself, stroking more franticly as he felt the tension form Lu’s approaching climax.

He felt the hands on his hips tighten and the feeling of hot cum inside him, as he heard his name ringing in the air. It wasn’t the fact that Lu came that made him come, but the sweet sound of his name rolling off the Devil’s lips shot him in the heart and he finished himself with a final stroke. He collapsed on the floor, letting Lu stay on him while he passed out.

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He awoke in his apartment, fully clothed, and lying in the floor where he had fallen down. He lifted his head, touching the tender meat on his cheek. He raised himself to his knees, bringing back his recent experience. “No…” he whispered. “No,” more fierce. “NO!” he yelled, angrily.

He stood quickly, looking for any sign that would prove it was real. His apartment was the same depressing empty. Another empty bottle of jack on the table and his cigarettes sitting next to it. He slumped back into his chair to smoke a cigarette. He searched for the lighter. Reaching in his pocket, he felt the cold metal and… something else.

He reached for the something else and pulled out one of the red silk ties that had held him down. He laughed and held it tight, “Thank you.”