6. CROSS

CROSS

I should not have said that!

Whatever pushed me to threaten a demon had fled now that his eyes zeroed in on me with the darkest of look and the gold flashing in his orbs. His features only got meaner making him appear devilishly handsome and pulling me in.

Standing before me with his eyes solely on me was doing something alright. Something I didn’t want to talk about or even think but this damn body was a betrayer answering to this.. This… "Undo it," I said with my anger flaming anew.

"I hate the way I'm feeling. I hate this.. This… thing moving inside of me."

"It's called lust, you nerd," he sneered, hands on his waist in frustration and my eyes dropped to where it shoal not have.

I felt a kick in my heart just when he snickered and dropped his eyes to my crotch area.

"My eyes are up here," I fidgeted, trying to hide from those compelling eyes. This was all his fault and nothing to do with me. I'd never be attracted to another man. Never ever.

"Your point sure is sticking out," he teased with rich humour. "Whatever is going on with you is just you. Wank, beat your meat, you'll be fine."

Unashamedly, I blurted out, "I've already done that! Three times every morning, four times in the school's bathroom and five before I go to bed!" his sudden laughter caused my cheeks to redden in embarrassment but I continued anyways. "It's not working. Nothing is."

He wasn't listening to me. He was having a good laugh at my predicament while my heart raced off the charts and my lust suddenly doubled. He was making it worse.

"Stop doing that," I moved closer and that was a big mistake because I didn't see the switch coming. One minute he was laughing his ass out and the next, he grabbed my collar and slammed me against the locker next to him.

"Listen to me, you know what I hate more than whiny bitchy little boys?" he growled in my face. Wait, was that fangs? Holy shit! "Whiny bitchy little boys who interrupt my lunch!"

"You're ruining my life, I might as well ruin yours!" I struggled against him but in the short while I've encountered him, I've come to realise that he's as hard as steel whenever his eyes went gold.

"Wait, this is fucking turning you on?" he exclaimed, confused with wide jumping eyes.

"Let go!" I threw to a kick to his stomach trying to rip his wrists off my shirt to hide away from my embarrassment but he watched me struggle with no more than a bored look on his face as if giving me time to try and fail.

"Your attempts are futile and weak like your ego," he punched my guts with his words as his face glowed with the intention to seduce. Was he getting turned on by my struggling, helplessness and frustration? "You're a sick fucking man, Cyrus!"

He smirked at the compliment, loved it, ate it up and slurped it, "You're a horny mess, Cross. Tell you what, you've interrupted my lunch for the second time. You know what that means?"

Yes. No. I mean no. God, please no. I could barely live with the guilt of the first one and I still hadn't recovered from that.

He paused a moment to throw his head back and inhale as he did. A pleased smile crossed his lips-- "Fuck, yeah! That's the stuff. You liked what I did to you the last time, didn't you?"

"No, you freak! Let me go! Help! Someone get me out of here!" I screamed, not caring if I sounded like a girl.

"Cyrus?" someone called from a distance. "Everything good in there?"

"Yes, just take the guys and get outta here for a minute and don't let anyone come in," he pressed a heavy palm over my mouth and pushed into me with his weight to keep me from getting away.

"Oh… I'll let the others know then," the guy sounded doubtful but around here, Cyrus's words were law. I heard the others worshipped and looked up to him. "Coach needs us outside in five so… hurry up."

"Sure, okay," he dragged his eyes back to me with that smirk that made my heart sink even before he said, "We'll finish up quick. Lock the door and slide the key under. I'll be out soon."

No, no, I just walked into an open trap. Being alone was not supposed to happen . Cyrus gripped my hair and yanked me closer to whisper in my ears, "We are going to have loads of fun, aren't we, Cross? You like the idea."

"I do not! I don't want you touching me! Undo what you did and let me have my body back!" I screamed when he let me speak again and this time, he caged me between the locker, hands at both sides.

There was no use trying to run. I wouldn't be fast enough to pick up the key and unlock the door. He'd catch up with me, maybe rip my jeans and fuck me in the ass. Man! That would hurt but fuck it would-- holy shit! No, Cross!

Snap out of it! Fuck! He's in my head.

Cyrus laughed, "It's such a sight seeing you struggle with your own lust."

"This is not my-"

"It's all you, Cross. All I did was bring it to the surface. You've always been attracted to me. Not all of you but even a single tiny part is enough to put you in this state," I glared at him, heaving deep breaths as he spelled it out for me with a teasing and mocking smirk.

"That is how lust works. Just a little moment of admiration in my way has planted seeds in your tiny mind and well… here you are."

Gulping heavily, I shook my head, "I am not gay."

"Ugh! It's like talking to a baby with big nerdy glasses," now he was the one whining and he rolled his eyes-- fuck! He was too close and fucking art like! "Maybe, but you've fancied me and all I did was double the lust and brought it up. I'm not gay either."

"I find that hard to believe seeing as you-"

"… Jerked you off like a pro?"

The last thing I wanted to do was fuel his already swelling ego.

"Yeah, I know. I just thought of it like mine and did what I used to do," his eyes narrowed. "Been a long time I jerked off so it's good to know I still got it. But you've gone and done it, Cross. You chased my lunch-"

"Then jerk off and leaved me alone!" I groaned, shoving hard at him but he did not bulge. I should hit the gym after this but something told me it wasn't me, it was him.

Pouting, he cocked his head, "No. I don’t want to. You walked in, take responsibility."

"Do you just fuck everything that moves, Cyrus? She's my best friend's girlfriend-"

He worked open his fly, "That's none of my business, is it? I'm the god of Lust, not the god of relationship counselling and since you're so much of a good friend, why don't you tell the dude to lose the bimbo?"

I've tried. Told him a couple of times but he would never listen. Bryan had asked me to keep an eye on Cindy since we were in different schools. They met on the gram and he was completely smitten by her shitty personality. He mistook her rudeness for feminism. They were two very different things!

"I've fucking tried-- argh! That's not what I came here for and what the fuck are you doing?" he had his pants open and was about pulling down his black briefs. My eyes stayed glued to his bulge. I wasn’t even that big.

A low punch to my ego.

"It's your turn to jerk me off."

"No!"

"We've talked about this," he groaned, sounding like we actually did. "You fill in when you interrupt. That'll teach you not to interrupt."

"I came here because you're-"

"Ruining your life, yes, I got that part," he rolled his eyes, dismissing my problem like a good rub of his dick would solve everything. "You talk way too much for your own good-"

"I don't want to… I don't want to put my hands there," for some reasons, I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see. Well, not me, the lust he put in me. "No, no, let me go-"

He chuckled darkly, "Cross, I'm not even holding you."

R-Right! Shit! I forgot how to run. My legs wouldn’t move. I didn’t want them to. They controlled me. They wouldn't move even if I tried. I wasn't even trying. I wanted to try. Why couldn't I try?

"What are you doing to me? I-I'm not gay. Stop this. I-I just want a solution. I don’t want to touch it," I rambled on to myself because he obviously didn’t give two fucks.

"What do I do with this then?" with one swift move, he pushed his briefs down and his cock sprang free. Thick, hard, pulsating monster. Straighter than both our questionable sexualities right now.

Men shouldn't admire other men's dick. Even watching p**n we were only focused on the women. We would never say, 'damn! That's one fine big dick!' never! But staring at Cyrus dick, I understood it now. If I had that, I'd let the world in my pants too. Fuck that! I'd fuck Earth so good, Pluto would hear my name.

"Hands," he ordered as he came closer, gripping the base hard and stroking his length. "You're so fucking hard right now, you could burst your own pants. It's no use trying to hide it, you cannot refuse me even if you tried."

Was it weird that I didn’t even have it in me to try? The fighting spirit I had disappeared a moment ago. I had the feeling this was going to satisfy me as much as it would satisfy him. I thought of my pleasure first, nothing else.

"I-I've never touched someone else's dick before," I confessed, holding his gaze. "I don't know what to do."

He shrugged, "Just do what you'd do with yourself, peaches," he pinched my cheeks. "You're so red right now."

Wait, did he just touch me with dick hands-

With a strong pull from the back of my head, he jerked me forward and our lips met in a very drowning kiss.

The kiss was hard, hot and possessive. Cyrus was swallowing me whole till all I tasted was his unleashed lust. We kissed like lovers reuniting after a long and torturous time of being apart.

"There we go, I love how you match my energy, peaches. You'll be one to remember."

Someone was moaning, sighing softly, grunting hard and pulling him deeper into the kiss. That someone wasn't me. Could not have been me on a normal day but this wasn't a normal day or week.

Everytime he gave an inch, I took a mile. I practically flung myself on him, gripping his hair with all my strength as I delved deeper into his mouth.

"Damn! I don't know if I'm feeding from you or you're feeding from me," he sounded amused while my body was thrilled from the excitement.

I groned when he cupped my dick through my jeans, threw my head back and he sucked on my neck--

"What's with the turtle neck?" He groaned with my shirt between his teeth.

"H- Hickeys... Last night." I stared down between us and gulped at the sight of his cock again.

"Don't just stare at it, you freak. Jerk me off."

"You sound like a freak."

"Mmm," he hummed sexily. "You sound horny."

My face grew hot and I could feel my ears burning. I reached for him as I asked, "How does jerking you off help me?"

"It doesn't. It's your punishment for interrupting me. Could've had my dick in a hole, Cross. You don't even know how good that feels."

I wrapped my unsteady fingers around him, cursing at his thickness and length. Only demons were blessed with both girth and length. Glad he was one!

"You have soft baby hands," he hissed.

"Shut up," this was already awkward. I didn't want to hear him speak to make it worse.

"You chased my hole, you should give me a hole to stick it in. A hole for a hole-"

"What-"

"Shut up and pump me already. Tighten your hands."

Yes, sir. I spit on my hands and jerk him off. I don't know what that fuck I'm doing but it's something because he's thrusting his hips into my hands like I did back in the alley.

"Fuck, that's good. Faster." Just because his command made me hotter, I squeezed harder in anger. I hated being told what to do but the idiot groaned in enjoyment. That backfired too quick.

"Just like that," he hummed, causing a fever to spread through me. How did this feel so good when I wasn't even the one being jerked off? He rubbed my dick without taking it out, massaged my balls with his expert hands and forced me to a whimpering and moaning mess.

"Fucking you would be so good. I'd blow your back out, you won't sit for days."

That was a threat, I told myself. There was nothing hot about that, nothing to make my lust jump so high or bring me so close to the edge without being stroke so why the fuck was I-- oh God!

"I-I want to stop..." I jerked him faster.

"That's the stuff," he grabbed my hands and moved it faster, matching the quickening of my heart and my own need. "Your lust is like a storm, a tornado. So consuming, powerful and so fucking good."

He bit his lips, smiling with his head raised and eyes closed. I saw his fangs when he sighed and just the thought of him sinking that into my neck pushed me over.

I came in my pants. Just when I felt the warm drop of his cum on my hands, shooting up to his shirt and mine.

He let out a long satisfying groan while I struggled with my legs to hold myself up, to keep my eyes open through my orgasm to watch his cum face. It was beautiful.

It was like watching a mighty king bask in his victory. Lust was a conquest for Cyrus and each win felt like a huge battle had been won. He looked beautiful until he set his eyes on me again and I felt the danger before he spoke.

"I want to put it in."

That snapped me right out of the fucking afterglow. He stared at me intensely with drunk eyes. He was still horny. His dick didn't soften one bit. If anything he was much harder than before. His eyes were primal and dark with the instincts of a predator circling in on his prey.

"P-Put it in where?" I found my voice and let go of his dick, backed away slowly before things could take a turn for the worse.

He said nothing, just watched me out more distance between us before I finally ran, ignoring the sticky cum in my underwear. I found the key on the floor, picked it up while praying not to suddenly be slammed into.

I jammed the key in and rushed out of there before I suddenly welcomed the idea of gay sex but I already walked out with a problem. The lust I tried to get rid of, had tripled.