“I mean you no harm, Christopher McIntyre.” Chris shivered at the low, low sound of the man’s voice. He then kicked himself inwardly for reacting the way he did when remembering the kiss. Chris spoke calmly, despite the fear bubbling in his stomach. “How the hell did you get in here without anyone seeing? Visiting hours are over.” An abrupt flash of white teeth in the dark, dark face made him jump, before realizing the man was smiling at him. “I have my ways.” The man moved closer, until he was practically sitting on Chris’ left hand side. He stroked a surprisingly soft hand down the boy’s cheek, and spoke in his deep voice.
“Ask your questions, boy. I give you my word of honor, I will answer each one.” Chris’ previous 7 inch erection sprouted to life once again, and this time he couldn’t hide it. The man chuckled when he saw it, and continued stroking his face until Chris swatted his hand away. “Stop that, dammit…Can’t focus when you do shit like that.” The man just smiled again. “You say you’ll answer any question I ask you? Truthfully?” The man nodded and cocked his head to one side. Feeling like a mouse watching a rattlesnake, Chris cleared his throat sharply. “What’s your name?” “Ebima.” ‘Ooookay….’ He thought to himself. “What are you?” “I’m a prince.” Chris shook his head. “I mean race…species? Are you even human?” “I am not human. I am a Salvix demon, I specialize in the element of stone. I am the prince of my people.” Chris was silent for a moment before shaking his head like a dog trying to clear it’s ears of water. “Did you just say demon?”
“I did.”
“Are you…are you some kind of mental person?”
That earned him another smile, “I am not. I am what I said I am.”
“A demon?”
“Yes.”
“So does that mean you’re here to kill or possess me or something like that?”
“No.” Chris waited for the man to explain himself, but he never did.
“So…what do you want from me?”
Another smile; a startling flash of white in such a dark face.
“I desire you.”
“For…Wait…What?”
“I. Desire. You.”
Chris shook his head again. “What the hell does that mean?”
Ebima glanced at the clock, then looked down at Chris. “Will you permit me to touch you?” Chris thought for a moment. “Do you promise not to hurt me?” Ebima placed a dark hand on his apparently bare chest. “I give you my word as a demon.” Chris huffed and nodded. Ebima smiled yet again, and lifted the boy clear of the bed. He held Chris as if he could’ve held him forever and never tire. He then turned and to Chris’ horror, leapt through the open window. Ebima had no shirt to grab onto while the ground rushed up to meet them, and Chris was repulsed with himself, as even then, he was admiring the toned muscle under Ebima’s powerful arms. Chris closed his eyes and threw his head into the other man’s neck. He heard a deep, masculine chuckle rumbling from the demon’s chest. The vibrations sent waves through Chris’ abused body, making his hard on almost painful. Ebima spoke against Chris’ ear. “Open your eyes, Christopher.” Chris did so, slowly. What he saw made his eyes shoot open and forced a gasp through his lips. He gazed at a bedroom, the size of the first level of his house. The walls were a deep burgundy, the floor was black carpeting that threatened to swallow the color of Ebima’s large feet. Chris stole a glace at the ceiling to see burgundy and yellow curtains suspended over the top.
There was a huge black desk housing numerous papers and quills. A wall length mirror stood across from a massive black set consisting of a chest of drawers, closet, and bureau. There were no windows, only black and white paintings of butterflies in flight. There was also an enormous round bed, scattered with burgundy, yellow, and black pillows, a canopy pulled to one side of it. Ebima watched Chris look the room over, with a sheepish smile. When Chris looked back at him he said, “I stay quite busy, the room is not at it’s cleanest.”
Thinking about his room at his house, Chris smiled. “Well…it’s not as bad as mine…” Ebima chuckled his masculine chuckle and walked over to the bed. He laid Chris on it, as though he was made of porcelain. He stood back up and in the light coming from everywhere and nowhere in the room, Chris finally got an eyeful. Ebima had to be at least 7’, the shortest he would say was 6’8. His hands and feet were as large as dinner plates, his fingers a bit too long for his hands. Ebima had no shirt on, so Chris had no obstructions in the way of the swell of the demon’s chest, and the subtle muscles encasing his arms.
There was a line of white hair that swept from Ebima’s chest, over his tight stomach, into his pants, the dark feet sticking out the bottoms of his pants were long, and thin. Ebima worked at something behind his head, and the white hair Chris assumed was cut short, tumbled down, over the demon’s shoulders and trickled just inches past his waist. Ebima eyes bored in to Chris’ and the boy noticed a slight up tilt to them.
Ebima shook his head, sending his hair flying, Chris watched, mesmerized. The boy finally came back to himself, when Ebima leaned inches away from his face. Chris jumped and scuttled backwards until he hit the headboard. Ebima knelt on the edge of the bed, making no move to get closer. “What-What are you doing?!” Ebima raised his snowy eyebrows. “When I informed you that I desired you, I assumed you knew what I meant.” Chris clung to the bedpost, desperately ignoring his hard on, praying Ebima wouldn’t notice the reaction his body was having. “I didn’t…You…I thought-” “You thought?” Ebima waited for Chris to finish, and titled his head when the boy said nothing. “I have been watching you for a long time, Christopher. I have seen the way you look at your male classmates, as opposed to the females. You desire the males, as I desire you.” Heat rose in Christopher’s face as he thought back to his school day. True, he did like the boys as well as the girls, but lately the desire to be with guy like was with some of the girls was growing within him. He wasn’t unpopular around his school, he’d had girlfriends as well as fuck buddies, but he’d never been with a man.
Ebima sat on the edge of the bed cross-legged and watched Chris. “You desire the feel of a man in a society that looks down upon such things.” He put a hand to his chest. “I can give you that feeling, Christopher. I would love more than to do just that. If you will let me, I will give you the experience you crave.” Chris was in peril. He knew that the entire situation was wrong, that he knew next to nothing about Ebima, and that wherever he was, Ebima could simply leave him there if he said no.
Not to mention the erection that was beginning to ache. Chris sighed heavily and released his tight hold on the headboard. “So uh, how’d we do this?” Ebima’s face lit up as if he was a child begin told Christmas was coming early. “I possess healing powers, if you like, I can heal your leg before we embrace.” Chris shook his head. “How would I explain that to the docs taking care of me?” A sudden thought crossed his mind. “Wait! The doc! The nurses! What’re they gonna do when they see me gone?!” Ebima chuckled.