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Title: To Dance With the Devil
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Above and Below” series
Pairing: Venkata/Cameron
Warnings: Slash, M/M, Anal, Angel/Devil sex, Mention of past child abuse
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Status: Complete/One-Shot

To Dance With the Devil

Chapter One: Rhythm of the Night

Cameron Parish loved to dance. He didn’t care if he was with a partner or alone, so long as he could lose himself in the music and forget for a little while. Forget the overzealous mother who had tried to drown her six year old son while claiming to drive the Devil out of him, forget the abusive father who had used him as a punching bag more times than he cared to remember for far too many years, forget the string of loser boyfriends and one night stands who had used his body and then thrown him away like yesterday’s news and so much useless refuse. Forget that there was a hole in him that he could never hope to fill. But Cameron wasn’t alone this time. He very rarely was anymore. He’d been told that he looked like an angel; soft features, leaving him looking forever young, platinum blond hair that fell in carless wisps about his face, crystalline blue eyes that were far too old for any twenty-two year old to have, even if he did try to hide everything away behind a mask of casual indifference and easy flirtatiousness. All of it topped off with a body meant for sin. His looks and attitude made certain that there was no shortage of eager hands and willing bodies to touch and tease as he writhed on the dance floor. Deep down, none of it meant anything to him, and Cameron knew that the same was true for his never-ending stream of attentive partners. But, just for a while, it all helped him to forget.

The music of One Wayward Sperm filled the room of Cameron’s favorite club, the heavy beat and suggestive lyrics of “Hey Mister, wanna play?” driving the young man to sway his hips and move his body, kohl-lined eyes heavy lidded but deceptively observant. There were two men touching him, one in front and one behind, their hands roving over a body encased in low slung leather pants and a shirt that was so transparent that the ring in his navel and the angel-wing tattoos on his shoulders would have been clear if his partners had bothered to look. The feeling of hips grinding against his, the sensation of calloused fingers running under his shirt to tease at his nipples, was not enough to keep his attention. Even the teeth nipping at the side of his neck, usually such a turn-on, wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He’d gone out knowing that he needed something more this time.

“Why don’t the three of us take this somewhere else?” The rough voice was accompanied by a thrust against his ass, the evidence of what getting lost in the music had done for the other man made clear to Cameron. The two had been trying to entice him all night and, although the wild look that he got from the man in front of him should have served as a warning, he seriously considered going with them. One night his urges were sure to end in disaster, and more than a few almost had, but Cameron considered that to be an unavoidable conclusion to his search for fulfillment. His mother was bound to be right at some point, after all. The only thing stopping him was the always nagging hope that something better would come along, something worth waiting for… or, more precisely, someone worth waiting for. Twenty-two years was not quite enough to rid him of such desires.

“Come on, baby, it’ll be fun.” He doubted it, but Cameron shrugged his shoulders anyway. There was always a chance that they’d fill his void, if only for a moment. A moment was all he wanted. All that he deserved. Just one moment.

Then he found it. His /something better/. And it was walking right towards him, ignoring the debauchery around them, eyes intent on Cameron even in the near darkness of the club. Coal-black hair blended into the shadows around him, a lean, strong, well-muscled frame moving effortlessly through the mass of bodies despite its size, eyes as dark as night boring into Cameron with frightening intensity. But Cameron was not afraid. Instead of drawing back in fear, of retreating into the falsely protective hold of the man behind him, Cameron let out a low moan of desire, his body igniting for the enticing stranger in a way that it had yet to respond for the two who held him. This was what he had been looking for all night.

“My name is Venkata Mekjian,” his eyes never left Cameron’s; his voice was utterly serious, oddly easy to hear even over the screaming of lyrics and the beat of the drums, “and I’ve been looking for you.”

Cameron had certainly heard worse pickup lines. In fact, the /Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven/, that the man currently trying to block his view of the handsome stranger had used earlier in the night was so old that he hadn’t even been able to laugh.

“Hey, /Vending Machine/, or whatever the hell your name is, get lost. The boy’s with us.”

“Maybe he was,” Venkata didn’t seem impressed, even though the man talking to him was able to look at him eye to eye, making him at least six foot four by Cameron’s guess, and had maybe sixty pounds of muscle on him that the admittedly well-built Venkata just didn’t have. “But he’s not now. Take a hike before I make you regret not moving back the second that I got here.”

The big man seemed ready to fight, something that Venkata did not miss as a fire seemed to spark in his dark eyes at the prospect, but his partner was obviously wiser and put out a hand to still his muscled friend. Cameron thought him smart for that, because there was something about the new arrival that spoke of unseen strength, and the possibility for bloodshed and pain. The smirk on his lips said that Venkata would enjoy it, too.

The two men moved back into the mass of bodies still moving on the dance floor, one with apprehension, the other with an ignorant desire to continue the argument to its inevitable conclusion. Cameron watched them go and couldn’t have cared less. He had what he wanted right in front of him.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Cameron.” Cameron didn’t question how the man towering over him knew his name. Lots of people knew his name in places like the Forever Club. He didn’t ask how he had been waiting for him when Cameron had been there first, either. Something about the deep voice was almost hypnotic, and he wanted the other man to talk, not really caring what was said.

“You found me,” when he was more himself, when the overwhelming presence of the other man and the drinks that he’d had over the past hours had cleared from his mind, he might chide himself for being guilty of the same lame lines of his would-be seducers. But that would be later. Long after he had spent his passions at the hands of the handsome Venkata Mekjian.

“Yes, but what to do with you now that I’ve found you?”

Cameron had an idea or two as to what Venkata could do with him and, never one to be shy or reserved, he put a hand in the center of the taller man’s chest and leaned up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, hot breath bringing a nearly imperceptible shiver to his dark-haired companion, “You could take me to the back room and fuck me so hard that I can’t walk right tomorrow.”

One dark brow quirked in what Cameron hoped was amusement, before a smile spread across Venkata’s features, making his starkly handsome face light up like the brightest star that Cameron had ever seen. Cameron was speechless. Never the sort to be swayed by a pretty face, knowing all too well that what one saw on the outside was only skin-deep, he still believed that he had never seen anything more beautiful in all of his life. It might have bothered him that he was acting so out of character, getting sentimental about a stranger that he was probably never going to see again after tonight, but he was too taken by the piercing gaze that currently had him rooted to the spot. He knew in that moment that he had never met anyone like Venkata before. And he likely never would again, so he forced himself to smile his most winning smile, making it clear that his offer was anything but idle teasing.

“Lead the way,” there was a low rumbling to his already deep voice that made Cameron shiver. He couldn’t wait to hear what that voice would sound like in the throws of passion. He knew that the sound would be utterly unforgettable.

***
“Is this what you had in mind?”

Cameron was pressed face first against a black-carpeted wall, hands braced beside his head, his breath coming in harsh pants as a pair of well-oiled fingers moved within him. They’d shared a few heated kisses when first they’d entered one of the club’s many private rooms, but Cameron had soon grown impatient, an almost overwhelming need filling him at the thought of the other man inside of him. He wondered if his two dance partners hadn’t somehow spiked his drink, so strong was the need, but in the end he hadn’t cared as he’d turned around and pushed his tight pants down over slender hips. That had been signal enough for Venkata to move things beyond kisses and groping, and he’d quickly produced a vial of oil from within the confines of his pants pockets, something that Cameron had been grateful for in the part of his mind that was still functioning normally. The sorts of men that he was used to didn’t always bother with niceties like lube and preparation.

A large hand on his back pressed him forward, and Cameron moved so that his head was down, his ass better angled for Venkata’s eventual penetration. The fingers within him never stopped, and when the new angle caused one of those invading digits to press against the tender spot within him, making him see stars, Cameron whimpered in appreciation. Preparation that actually involved his prostate being stroked? He was in heaven.

The hand on his back made its way smoothly up the planes of Cameron’s back, pushing his gaudy, neon-green mesh shirt up as it moved, and despite the feelings of desperation that surrounded both men Venkata took the time to lay a kiss upon the pale skin that he had exposed. He laughed and leaned in to nip at Cameron’s earlobe, commenting on what he found with a voice that belied the urgency of his need. “I knew that you were an angel the first time that I saw you. But I didn’t expect to find wings on your back.”

His mother had always said that he was an unholy abomination, ever since he was a small boy, so the angel’s wings had seemed like the perfect statement of ironic mockery when he’d walked into the tattoo parlor. Venkata wasn’t the first to find the pale blue wings spreading across his shoulder blades once he’d been bent over the nearest available surface. He wasn’t the first to laugh either. Somehow Cameron thought that they all knew just how out of place the angelic image was on his thrice-damned body. It always made him laugh later on, although the sound was never one of humor, surely bitter enough to bring a true angel to tears.

“What were you expecting to find?”

Cameron didn’t get an answer, and instead his own words became trapped in his throat as Venkata suddenly pushed the burning length of his cock into his partner with a brutally efficient thrust. Cameron gasped, Venkata moaned, and both men held deathly still as they waited to adjust to each other. Then it began. The dance that was as old as time and as familiar to Cameron as his own heartbeat.

Fingers dug almost painfully tight into Cameron’s hips, but the pain was just the right side of pleasure, causing him to revel in the way that Venkata held him fast and kept him in place exactly as he wanted with a strength that was evident in every movement of the larger man’s body. Venkata growled in his ear when he tried to move, tried to push his hips back to meet each powerful thrust, and when the other man bit at the spot where neck met shoulder to hold him still, Cameron feared that he would cum from the helpless sensation of being pinned alone.

“Is this what you wanted?” Venkata demanded as he began to thrust harder, growling as Cameron’s heat stroked and tormented him, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, simply feeling as Cameron accepted every last inch of him. “Is this how you like it, my beauty?”

“Yes!” He felt consumed, filled to bursting as he was by Venkata’s cock, utterly controlled by the larger man’s movements, fingers scraping at the carpeted walls as he was rocked forward with every hard thrust. “Yes!”

The feeling of a hand on his own untouched member was more than Cameron could bear and, with only three quick tugs to his rod and a few strong thrusts from Venkata, he was coming hard and screaming his completion until his throat was raw, pumping his essence out across the wall in white-hot arcs. Venkata joined him after a few more deep thrusts, and the feeling of the other man emptying into him, a warm wash of sensation, was enough to draw one last strangled moan from his abused throat, although he did not have it in him to do much else.

When all was still again Cameron clung to the wall as though it were his only support. And, in so many ways, it was. He had been with more men than he could count, but never had he experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm, never had he been left feeling as though his very world had crumbled down around him only to be rebuilt by the hands of his lover. Had Venkata not still been buried within him, strong arms held tightly to his waist, Cameron knew that he would have fallen to the cum-splattered ground. And, at the moment, he wouldn’t have cared.

Laughter rumbling through his body finally brought Cameron back to reality, and he smiled despite himself, even though he didn’t quite have the strength to turn his head and look at the man who had so thoroughly decimated him mere moments before. “I’m glad to see that you know how to take a suggestion to heart.”

“You did say that you wanted to be fucked to the point that you couldn’t walk right tomorrow.”

“I think that’s definitely been accomplished.” He wasn’t generally talkative after encounters in the back of clubs, something that his partners usually encouraged, but somehow it felt very right to simply stay in Venkata’s embrace. At least until the other man grew tired of supporting him and dropped him to the ground. “It makes me glad that you got rid of those other two. I don’t think that they would have done half so well, even with the numbers game on their side.”

“If you’re that glad,” Venkata leaned against Cameron’s back, kissing a line up his sweat-slick neck to rest his lips against the shell of a twice-pierced ear, “then invite me back to your place. I’ll show you that I’m good at a great many things.”

Cameron knew that he should say no. He always said no. Venkata wasn’t the first to try to invite himself back to Cameron’s apartment, and he probably wouldn’t be the last, but no matter how nice the guy seemed, it always ended badly. He wanted to say no. It was important to say no. But, in the end, all that he could say was, “Why not.”

TBC ...