It must be said, Alexi’s feelings towards Lolli were mutual. The demon doesn’t seem to understand the amount of pleasure she would get for ripping off his limbs, one by one. And it was for that reason that Paddy sent Lolli away. He didn’t want her to hurt herself, or Alexi, no matter how much she wants to, Alexi means something to Patrick. And so with an angry growl, she stalks away, her large tail swishing and snapping. She growled at anyone who came near her. When she turned, and saw the lack of Patrick, Lolli nearly bounded over and tried to rip Alexi’s through out. But Patrick subdued her, and she growled angrily, lying down with a large sigh, and glaring holes into the wall where Alexi should be.
Patrick swallows loudly as Alexi stepped closer his grey eyes dart around for a second, trying to find and escape. The older boy’s words purr in Paddy’s ears, and he swallows again. The finger brushes down his jaw, and Patrick tries to step away. When that fails, a hand comes up, knocking it away. The red lips speak, and Patrick glares.
No, I didn’t. I was quite happy when I didn’t see you. Half hoping you’d drowned.
Alexi’s hand grabbed Paddy’s neck, and the boy winces, small hands coming up and grabbing the muscled arm. Alexi’s voice lost it’s tenderness, and grey eyes widen.
It’s a shame your cold stone heart didn’t make you sink to the bottom of the sea. No one would miss you.
He winced at the blatant lie, covering it up by grabbing Alexi’s arm tighter, hoping the older demon would think the wince was from the tight grip on his neck. The pale hands push against Alexi’s chest, trying to get him off of Patrick. The kiss crushes against pale lips, and a small spark jumps from the boy’s pale flesh to Alexi’s blood red skin. His breath catches, and he can’t help but feel his heart jump slightly. He curses himself, and feels his heart kick up a notch and he tries to shake himself. But Alexi’s still kissing him, and still holding him. And then his lips are forced apart, and another electric spark jumps from lip to lip. One hand stays clinging to Alexi’s arm, the other moving to the other red hand resting on his stomach, gripping it tightly. Patrick scrunches his eyes shut, hoping it would be over soon.
But when Alexi moves away Patrick opens his eyes, he wobbles slight holding out his arms to steady himself. He blinks, before glaring angrily at Alexi.
I can’t decide when you’re sending love vibes into me.
Truth is, he doesn’t want to. One the one hand, Alexi has raped him and made him pregnant, in effect tortured him, and hurt him. But on the other, Paddy has an odd thing for big bully-like guys. They reminded him of his brothers, before they turned psychopathic and decided a good way to show their affection was by abuse. He pouts, and resists and itching urge to touch Alexi. Instead, he discharged a large amount of electricity to the wall behind him, leaving a dark burned patch where the electricity scorched it. He blinked, then blushed slightly, looking away.
I’ve decided the kids names. And you have to help look after them!
His voice was a soft whisper, the blush still colouring his grayscale flesh, quicksilver eyes cast down. He looked vulnerable.