Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 01:20:14 EDT
From: Xadith@aol.com
Subject: Hot Date Part Five

Author: Xadith
Feedback: Sure but be mature Xadith@aol.com
Subject Gay Male Science Fiction
Summary: Lucian and Logan regroup in hell, but when Satana leads them to an
under ground slave ring in search of an unknown Angel, things start to get
a little...rough.
Rating: NC-17 Adult content, Sexual situations involving like
genders, language, Heavy BDSM and violence, sex and more blasphemy then
should be
legally allowed. Enjoy!
Chapter: 5 of 7 (That's right, I now have a handle on how much is left.
Two more chapters to come!)
These characters are mine and copyrighted. Any reference to real life
people is unintentional.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Logan tossed back his head with a whirl of brown black hair cascading all
about his shoulders, and his mouth agape with a moan of pure bliss.
Lucian's lips were snuggly wrapped around the hilt of his cock, and both
men were feverish with need.  Lucian drew back and plunged down on his
lover's shaft again, sending a violent tremor through them both.  Away from
the restrictions of mortality and earthly physics, they could now fully
connect, just like the old days.  Lucian felt every stroke to Logan's body
and like wise Logan felt Lucian's pleasure.  It compounded to send both
dark creatures into a dizzy maelstrom of bliss.

Logan couldn't take another moment of it.  His body, coiled and arched up
off the silk bed, finally let go and with the eruption of cum into the back
of Lucian's throat, both men screamed their climax.

Both bodies, one sun bathed and the other as crimson as blood, tumbled
together into a heap across the massive bed.  Panting and shaking with the
power of their combined orgasm, the two could scarcely do more then
struggle for breath.  Logan reached for his lover with all the strength he
had left in him, and Lucian carefully slid up the length of the Angel to
rest his chin atop the once holy being's head.  Logan turned toward him,
dark eyes still closed and moaned as the final aftershock slithered up his
spine.  That was all he had left.

In moments, Logan was dead to the world; completely asleep and unresponsive
to any small nudge or loving caress Lucian paid him.  The other man smiled,
kissing his exhausted lovers mouth before he carefully slipped from the
bed.  Lucian wobbled slightly.  He wasn't yet ready to sleep but he wasn't
full of energy either.  He stretched his back, rolling his shoulders as one
hand gripped to the large oak bedpost to support him.  Serpent tail swirled
about his ankles as he stretched and worked some of the pleasant soreness
from his muscles.  He loved that feeling.  Just after sex, the ache of
tired muscles that had been too long strained in one position, forced to
stay there so the pleasure of a much more important muscle could be
exploited.  He moaned softly, smiling at the delicious feeling and how it
made his entire body throb as he moved.

They had been there for three days, at least three days according to an
earth calendar.  They were of course anxious to find Alexander, more
importantly to find Decious, but right now they had no where to begin, and
laying low was their only option.  God was looking for them, every being
with eyes was a spy and had more then a slight potential to give them away.
Besides all that, Lucian was still injured.  He was coming along and all
but his wings were still damaged, and until his wings were fully healed, he
had no hope of successfully masking himself as a human; from even other
humans, let alone God.

Lucian made his way out into the hall, looking over the paintings and
sculptures that had been collected.  Things that had been burned or other
wise destroyed always ended up in hell.  Satana simply picked and choose
what she wanted hanging in her walls.  This place was massive.  A maze of
hallways and huge rooms, gardens and dungeons and stairwells.  It was like
walking around a museum with no map or logical laws like science or physics
to hold it all together.  Just because a room was on the other side of a
door this minuet, didn't mean it would be there in ten minuets from now.
Demons often joked that the palace of hell was as chaotic as the mind of
its ruler.  Although not many demons were brave enough to say that in front
of Satana.  Yawning, Lucian fumbled his way into a large lounge.  He and
Logan had taken a simple room on the first floor but as he glanced out the
window he noticed he was at least three stories up.  He shook his head.
This place could drive a man mad if he didn't just choose to accept it was
madness that ruled it and madness to try and make sense of it.  A large
over stuffed couch seemed to be calling his name, however the liquor
trolley in the corner of the room caught his attention first.  Making his
way over, Lucian stood, his bare ass to the world, as he made a cocktail.
Dropping a few ice cubes into the round glass, he made his way over to the
welcoming couch, collapsing into it with a tired groan.  Believe it or not,
a snowball had a great deal of chance in hell.  They had ski slopes here
somewhere.

In his palm, Lucian held a small stack of papers.  He had been researching
the oracles of the past 200 years to see if he could find any mention of
Alexander or Gabriel.  It would be stupid for them to just stroll up to the
surface with no idea where to look and hope something falls into their
laps.

He felt a chill.  Goose flesh broke out against his arms and he lifted his
black gaze to meet the violet eyes of the demon herself.  She smiled to
him, warmly.  Her gaze staying on his face regardless of the lovely nude
image he made.  It was pointless to dress here.  Satana could watch all
activities of Hell with just the desire to do so.  Lucian was well aware
that she could watch his lovemaking with his Angel any time she felt like
it.  He smiled up at her, a crocked cocky grin.

"I always know when you are here Satana, the chill in the room gets to me
like nothing else."  His grin grew as he spoke.

"Ah yes, well, who would imagine that Satan is cool to the touch, rather
then warm?"  She smiled right back at him, motioning to the couch for his
permission to sit, something that seemed slightly out of place for the
"god" of hell.  He smirked, setting his papers on the table and took her by
the wrists, yanking her down on top of him.  She fell with a soft laugh,
landing quite gently atop his hard body and resting her cheek to his chest.
Her gentle arms hugged him affectionately. "I have missed you Taji."

	Lucian smiled, wrapping one arm around her, struggling to keep his
drink from tipping.

"You haven't called me that in a very long time.  I was beginning to think
you couldn't."  He held her to him as he set the cup on the ground; the
glass giving a soft vibration as it struck the stone floor.

"Couldn't?  Come now Lucian, there is little I cannot do."  She teased her
lips against his chest as a casual kiss.  He smiled and ran his palm down
her back, tangling his fingers in her raven curls.

"Still, it's nice to hear you use it again.  Even if I can't do the same."
He whispered against her temple, hugging her tightly.  Satana has meant the
world to him, always had.  She was a sister, mentor, mother, and some twist
of dark lover all rolled into one.  Odd as it may seem, he owed her
everything, and yet was indebt to her nothing.  She was the one that had
protected him for eons, and showed him the path away from darkness and into
a life far more worthy of his abilities then what was planned for him.  She
had brought him Logan, and she had fought off Heaven and God to do it.  He
hugged her again, wishing with all his being he could give her the one
thing she truly needed from him.

"I should get back to bed."  There was a slither of limbs and Lucian was
standing beside the couch, Satana seated properly upon it with her slender
legs folded and a mask like smile painted on her crimson mouth.

"Aye, do not forget your papers."  She handed them to the demon, rising as
she smoothed the silk of her dress, pushing a few strands of hair behind
her ear.  He smiled to her; a knowing and compassionate smile that said so
much to her, to them both.  He took the papers and headed back toward his
room, wherever the damn thing had moved to...

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I've found him."

"Great!"

"Found who?"

"I don't know....but I've found him."

~*~*~*~*~*~

This was insane.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy underground sex rings as much
as the next homosexual but really, this was nuts.  Lucian and I had been
sitting in this hell hole....well I can't really call it that.  After
spending about a month in hell I can honestly say it's a pretty nice place
to be if you are the right person.  But the connotation is the same I
suppose.  Anyway, we had been sitting in this awful place for three hours.
It wasn't one of those "nice" underground sex rings, it was one of those
places that actually sold slave, real ones.  One's that if you went to the
FBI missing persons files you would find pictures of them.  These people
were honest to god slaves of the men and women walking around.  It had
given me the creeps at first but now it just pissed me off.  Lucian hand
slid his fingers against my arm several times, using our connection to calm
me down before I blew out cover.  See, two weeks ago, Satana came into the
kitchen ranting something about she found him but had no idea which "him"
she had found.  All she knew is that either Alexander or Gabriel were being
held here.  We have no idea what either one of them look like, how old they
are or even if they are here or just associated with someone here, and we
aren't making much headway.

It took up two weeks just to get invited to one of these parties, and the
only reason that happened was because Satana beat the shit out of one of
the lower demons and forced us in.  Personally, I can't call that any big
favor, at least not right now.

I sat back in my chair, doing my best to appear interested in the scene
taking place on the dimly lit stage in front of us.  Lucian seemed
completely engrossed but really I think he was drifting somewhere else;
zoning out.  These people didn't take kindly to strangers, least of all
strangers that didn't seem to approve of their lifestyle choices.  I've got
nothing against people that choose to be slaves, D/s types, those truly in
the lifestyle but this...this was just sick.  None of these slaves wanted
to be here, most looked too afraid to do anything about it, others looked
drugged out of their minds.

Glancing over to the pair at the next table, I cringed as I watched a
petite girl have her head mashed into the carpet by her massive Master's
steel spiked boot.  Lucian felt my shiver and touched my hand gently.  When
I looked over to him, his blue eyes were shimmering at me.  I felt his
usual wave of calm wash over me and I moved just a bit closer to him.  We
had to get out of here.  I hated this place.

I made the mistake of looking up to the stage, just in time to watch a
young man be lashed for not kneeling fast enough.  They were pulling his
naked body out to be inspected for sale, that's what this entire production
was about, slave sales.  Bidding began when the slave gave the first cry of
pain.  It seemed to fire up the bidders.  Since we arrived I could feel a
lot of eyes on Lucian and I.  Mostly on me.  I had never been the
submissive type, but that didn't matter to these people.  Men, women, and
everything in between could be bent to submission with the right amount of
pain, or so they believed.  Heh, the only thing that comforted me really
was the fact that at any given moment, Lucian or I could destroy this
entire place and not break a sweat.  Of course we both knew that would be a
red flag to God who would incinerate our asses in seconds.  Sigh.

A cry of agony from the stage pulled my attention back to what was going on
before me.  Bidding began at once and I lowered my eyes to the untouched
drink in my hand.  That was the last thing I wanted to do, drink.  I didn't
need anything clouding my ability to beat the shit out of anyone that dared
to touch me or my demon.  I figured the glass as I propped my cheek on the
ball of my palm.

"Twenty thousand."

Lucian's voice came as a shock.  He was bidding?  On that kid?!  My eyes
went wide and I was seconds from knocking the table over and blowing
everything when I heard his voice again, this time solely in my mind.

~Relax, I don't want him, I'm just trying to fit in.  Besides, if we win
him, we can free him.~

My brain was taking this for an answer, but my heart was still racing.  I
knew Lucian didn't want this kid, but I also didn't want us to draw any
unneeded attention.

"Fifty."

I did my best to ignore him.  Not listen as the price only grew.  I looked
for the first time at the kid on the stage.  He was young, far too young,
and he looked terrified. His thick black hair was messy but clean, no doubt
washed and groomed before his auction.  It hung over his dark green eyes,
scared eyes and he tried his best to hide behind the raven strands.  It
didn't work.  Any time he looked down he was meat with a hard lash against
the back of his legs that had become dark red and welted from repeated
blows.  He was lean and thin, but muscular and rounded in shape.  He had a
very sensual form, one that seemed almost cat like.  His chest was adorned
with small nipple clamps which had long since pierced the skin.  Fresh
blood ran down in slender crimson rivers across his torso and dropped on
the floor.  He had a metal harness around his hips which locked some form
of cage around his cock, forbidding anything from touching it but open
enough to let the customers see him.  He was completely erect, regardless
of his terror which could only mean that harness also held something inside
him to keep him that way, along with a few drugs that robbed the body of
it's natural reactions.  His arms, though slender, were toned and looked
strong, were bound behind his neck to a thick leather collar that took up
nearly his entire neck.  The round O ring in the front clattered every time
he moved and was pushed for the view of the bidders.  I felt sick.

He was a gorgeous kid.  He could be out there, with his college buddies,
talking about sex and love, but instead he was here, begging god to save
him.

"One hundred thousand."  The sound of my bid shocked me a lot more then
Lucian, but he felt what was going on inside me, he knew I wanted that kid
out of here.  And my leap bet from seventy to one hundred seemed to be
enough to buy him his freedom.  It may have also bought us a lot of
trouble.



~*~*~*~*~*~



"Good evening gentlemen.  Will you be paying with cash, or cash this
evening?"  They were testing us.  These stupid humans really thought I had
no experience in these sorts of meat markets.  Idiots.  The only thing that
could have surprised me tonight was Logan's sudden and rather foolhardy bid
of a hundred grand.  I could have gotten the boy for a lot less.  Not that
it mattered, the bill fold I pulled from my breast coat pocket was all
smoke and mirrors anyway.  Their money would be gone the second I willed it
to be so.  Nevertheless, I had to prove we weren't amateurs before the two
massive bouncers behind us attempted to break us in half.

"Cash?  You must be joking.  Samuel told me you were a first class
establishment, was I misinformed?"

That did it.  The slime behind the desk was Richard S. Marak.  He was one
of the larger slave runners on the east coast, and Ian Samuel was the only
man above him.  Way, above him.  His feathers fluffed at the compliment I
handed him, and the smile he gave me made even my demon flesh crawl.

"No of course not, forgive me, I am used to deal with such...common men."

I forced a smile.  Logan was brooding in his chair beside him.  I didn't
look at him.

"Ah I see, I look common."

"No no!  Of course not."  For a man that dealt with millions of dollars in
slave labor a week, he was very easily topped.  "I will set up the transfer
for you."  Anyone that deals in illegal anything does so with bank accounts
that don't exist.  None of these people carry around "cash" unless they are
complete morons.  I handed Marak a small slip of paper from my billfold and
sat back in my seat.  Glancing at Logan I could hear his cursing even if I
didn't have him mentally muted.  He looked good.

We had had two weeks on the surface to work our way into this slave ring
and so far it was going rather well.  Marak had insulted me twice, which
meant some ass kissing was in order.  Now that we had purchased a rather
fine piece of flesh for a rather nice figure, we had a little leeway to
move.  They wouldn't trust us, but they would give us enough rope to hang
ourselves.

While we waited for Samuel, a fellow demon of course, to come through with
the needed names and times and points of contact, Logan and I had enjoyed
some shopping.  We had to look the part of two wealthy art and antique
dealers from Europe after all.  Logan had had money before, with his book
sales and fame.  He had to mask himself in public just in case one of his
fans recognized him.  Thanks to Satana and a few broken memories of the
ranch employees, Logan Sabian died on his vacation when his horse bucked
him over a cliff.  His body was found late Monday morning by some boy
scouts.  Poor kids.

We spent most of the first few days just shopping for suits.  Logan knew
all his sizes but me, dark hells, it took them forever to get me into
something that didn't either choke me to death or cut off the circulation
to my balls.  The tailors kept blaming it on something about my unusually
developed muscle structure.  Either way it had been a pain in the ass, and
balls.  Logan had five suits, four pairs of slacks, eight shirts and three
pairs of shoes by the time I found one suit that I could stand.  He was
currently wearing this well cute dark purple one; the suit itself was black
with a nearly black purple shirt below, small frills at the collar with a
deep gold handkerchief in the breast pocket.  His leather belt and richly
polished shoes made him look sharp, and with his black brown hair whisked
back from his face I had half a mind to find a private room and rip him out
of everything.  My own suit was starting to feel a little two tight, but
I'd be damned it I was going to strip, or let Logan strip any time soon.

House rule was that only the slaves were to walk around naked.  Kept the
Tops from being mistaken for anything but the gods they felt they were.
There were private rooms where you could go and have your fun, strip down
to as little as you liked no matter what your position, but the public
rooms were open to force collaring and use of any unattended slave, thus if
you were nude, you were fair game to anyone.  It was a pretty standard
rule.  Worst part was, even if you were owned by someone else, if they left
you in a public room naked, you could be taken by anyone, and that was it,
gone.  You were then owned by whoever picked up your leash.  Slaves of any
value to their owners were thus kept at a close heel.  And if they did want
to be rid of a slave, they sold them.  It was foolish to abandon a slave
that could put money in your pocket.  The rule was in place for a good
reason though.  It kept down the escape attempts.  All exists went through
public rooms.  A slave makes a break for it, he or she could be taken by
anyone.  And as the saying goes, better the devil you know then the devil
you don't.

Marak spun a laptop around to face me and I looked back from Logan to the
numbers in front of me.  Leaning forward I checked to make sure everything
was in order before I punched in my ten digit numeral code, followed by a
thirteen digit alphabetic one.  The fake transfer was made and I smiled up
at Marak as he came to sit on the edge of the desk.  He waved the bouncers
out of the room but I paid them no mind.  Logan got up to leave and I rose
with him but quickly told him with a mental notice that we weren't leaving
yet.  I could hear more cursing begin as I was forced to again mute him.

"Is there anything else I can interest you gentlemen in?  We do of course
supply our more ambitious guests with a different class of
entertainment...."

Logan was cocking his head to the side, not quite grasping what the guy was
getting at but I had him figured.  He wanted to show us the Premier Catch.
The slaves with a price tag around half a million.  Kinda of like showing
the high rollers the wine cellar to let them choose something more
expensive then they really wanted, and can use up just as quickly.  I gave
him my best contemplative expression before dismissing it with a slight
hint of disgust.  The more inferior I made him feel the harder he would try
to impress me, and in doing so, hopefully impress Samuel.

"No, this one is a simple gift, my taste run in the much more exotic." I
turned to leave and Logan was right behind me, but I knew I wouldn't hit
the door before....

"Exotic you say?  I think we may have something to interest you, however,
he is not something I could part with easily."  The tone in his voice was
perfect.  I could feel the connections and vibrations, hear the slither of
pure delight in his pitch.  Yes, this is what we had been looking
for...maybe.

"Oh?"  I paused and turned to look at Marak once more.  Logan all but
shoved me out the door but I held firm in my place.

~Please!~ I heard him beg in my mind, but I couldn't, not yet.  I knew he
wanted out of here, but I had a feeling we were right where we needed to
be.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to have a look, while you show us where our
flesh is?"  I smiled my best Lord at Court smile and slid to one side,
allowing Marak to lead us where he will.  The horrid man bristled out the
door and down the scarcely lit hall.  He reminded me of a fat hen scurrying
off to her nest.  He looked like one too.  He was muscled and built, but it
was all covered by a thick layer of fat that made him look around and
plump, like baby fat that just wouldn't go away.  His brown hair was short
to his ear and his hands were large and just as bulbous as the rest of
him. He wasn't overly disgusting, but he wasn't someone you would want to
ever have touch you.  I followed casually after him, doing my best not to
have my heart race in my ears.  Logan was a few steps behind me, he seemed
even more uncomfortable now that we were away from the crowds.  At least in
the public rooms there were witnesses, you had the illusion that someone
could or would protect you from this place.

I slowed my step and came up beside him, his arms were folded over his
chest, reminding me of the morning I had taken him on the trail ride.
Dragging his heels like a little kid refusing to go to the dentist.  I
pulled my hands from my pockets and quickly gathered him in my arms.  Marak
was happily walking along, he had never stopped talking since we left his
office and I had never started listening.  Logan nearly stumbled over me as
I drew him up and kissed him firmly.  I couldn't help it.  Even in his
disgusting place, surrounded by all the worst of humanity, he still made me
want to fly.

His eyes were wide a moment, but then I felt him let go.  All the tension
and anger melted out of him and me groaned against my mouth.  I opened my
mind to him again and let him feel the smooth wash of calm I felt when I
was around him.  It made us both relax a great deal.  When I finally pulled
back, he had that smoky look in his eyes, the one that made my cock throb,
and it did.

"Come on, we need to catch up."

Marak hadn't even noticed we weren't there.  He had talked himself into a
breathless state as he came around a corner of the long hall and ended up
at a rather old looking door.  Logan was standing close to me, but not
because he was uncomfortable.  He was skimming his fingers along my back,
and I could feel his body hum in tune with my own.  It always amazed me how
a simple kiss could get us both ready to pounce.  He was sending me images
of what he wanted to do to me when we got back to our rented apartment and
I had to shove him out of my head to keep from moaning.

Marak opened the door with a few different keys.  Apparently whatever was
in there was well protected.  We entered a small sub room, inside was a
table and three chairs and when we entered, Logan and I found ourselves on
the other side of two glocks and semi automatic.  Yes, whatever was in
there was very well protected indeed.  Marak waved off the three guards who
went immediately back to their card game, as he used several more keys to
open another old door.  Whatever this building complex used to be, it was
perfect for the kind of things these people used it for.  It reminded me of
a catacomb but seemed much more like a medieval dungeon.

Logan was still close, but after having those guns shoved in our faces,
neither of us had sex on the brain at the moment.  Behind the second door
was a much larger room.  This one was stuffy and smelled of blood, sweat,
cum and a few more bodily fluids I'd rather not get into.  It also
contained a few metal cages and another door off to the far wall.  It was
very dim, and it took my eyes several moments to adjust before I saw him.

~ Alexander.~

Logan was right.  Hanging from the ceiling by thick metal chains was the
body of an Angel.  Alexander was unmistakable.  He was beat up, bleeding,
lashed and unconscious, but there was no mistaking his angelic glow.  Logan
went to move toward him but I stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

~Not yet.~

Marak seemed overly pleased with Logan's reaction and he grinned that skin
slithering smile of his.

"He is lovely isn't he, even in the dark I swear he shimmers.  This one
came to me several years ago.  He isn't quite ready for the stage yet
however, still too much spirit in him, but we are very close to ridding him
of that undesirable trait.  Come have a look."

As Marak made his way over, I glanced at the other cages, looking for signs
of Gabriel or any other fallen angelic.  Seeing nothing I focused on
Alexander.  He was stunning.  Even in this condition he was one of the most
gorgeous things I'd ever seen.  His blond hair ran down his shoulders and
back in waves like pure sunlight.  His skin was a soft but rich cream
color, that is, it was under the bloodstains and bruises.  His face looked
like it was carved from marble yet as he hung there, lost in no doubt dark
dreams, he looked soft and vulnerable.  His arms were long and well made,
as were his legs and hips, he was very undernourished, and Logan and I both
realized that the only reason he looked as good as he did was his angelic
blood.  I could see his ribs through his skin, his arms lifted high above
his head, blood crusted at his wrists where the metal had dug in and ripped
flesh over time.  His hair was knotted and his legs looked weak and tired.
The poor bastard had it worse then any other creature in this situation.
Angels regenerated quickly, no matter what stage of life they were in.
These people could beat him nearly to death and in less then a week he
would be nearly new, ready to have it happen all over again.

It was then I noticed a soft humming sound coming from him.  As we got
closer I saw he wore a harness like the boy we had purchased, only this one
was leather, and the soft humming was something that had been shoved inside
him.  He wore a cock ring around the hilt of his thick dick and a metal
cylinder cage like the other boy's.  His balls were locked in some form of
metal clamp that was latched to a thin yet strong chain that ran down to
the floor about three feet behind him and pulled his sac painfully away
from his body.  Any movement forward would be agony.  His nipples were
connected to similar clamps, with a chain running three feet in front of
him, any movement back would be equally painful.  Blood painted his chest
and back, his calves were covered in welts and his legs looked ready to
give out.  We had to get him out of here.

"You see..."  Marak began as he lifted Alexander's face to our view, now
letting us see that he was also gagged with a thick phallus stuffed down
his throat.  The small hole on the base that ran through the entire length
of the gag allowed them to force-feed him anything they pleased.  The waves
of blond hair fell away from his bruised face and Marak wasted no time in
waking the battered man with a hard slap to the face.  Alexander's bright
blue eyes came open suddenly and darted around, no doubt looking for the
direction the next blow would be coming from.  "We had to resort to shock
treatment with this one.  Normal pain just didn't seem to phase him enough.
So we have tethered a very nice rod inside him that jolts the slave's
innards when he needs to be reminded his place.  It's working rather well."

Logan's anger was getting close to the boiling point; I could tell that if
Marak struck the other Angel once more, it was all over.  Marak's hand
lifted and I broke in.

"That is delightful however..."  To my great disgust, I put a hand on
Marak's shoulder, stopping the coming blow as he turned to look at me.  "I
much rather interview the creature myself.  I'm sure on of your guards
wouldn't mind keeping us company while someone fetches our purchase?"  I
arched a brow at the pudgy bastard and gave him a rather promising smile.
A promise of money mind you, I don't think even I could have faked interest
in the man.  'I'm sure that's a...Common, practice, no?"

Reminding him of his earlier insult, I had hoped to buy us some alone time
with the captive Angel.

"Oh that wont be necessary.  I'll be glad to bring your purchase here,
please, feel free to examine the creature."  And it seemed to have worked.
Marak had basically given us permission to rape Alexander while he went to
find some peon to fetch the slave we had purchased.  "You will behave for
these gentlemen boy, or you may not live to regret it."  He snarled at
Alexander and I could feel the hairs raise on the back of Logan's neck as
he restrained himself.

~Soon love.~ I purred into his mind.

Logan nodded in my general direction but his eyes were on Alexander.  His
chin had been dropped and he fought to stand on his own power.  The pride
in him, even after years of this abuse, astounded me.  I smiled and chatted
briefly with Marak before he scurried from the room and closed the door
behind him.  We were alone with Alexander and the other poor souls deemed
"special" in this fucked up society.  There were only a few here, two
bodies I couldn't make out, sound asleep, or drugged in their cages with
their backs to us.  But the third, was a rarity indeed.  She lay sleeping
like the others, her long black hair was softly tangled about her shoulders
and neck, I knew who she was, or rather, what she was.  I doubted Logan
knew.  I preferred to keep it that way for now.

"Alexander?"  I heard Logan speak to him and I went to his side as Logan
went to the other.  The tortured man seemed...excited?  Did he know us?  I
went to the gag and unclipped it, letting it slide from his mouth with
care.  He took in a few deep breaths and lowered his brilliant blue eyes to
the floor.  His nudity didn't bother him, us being there didn't bother him,
but for the first time since we entered the room, those bright blue eyes
looked ashamed.

"P...plea...please..."  His voice was cracked and hard, like he hadn't used
it for anything by screaming in the last year.

"Don't worry Alexander, we are going to get you out of here."  Logan looked
like he wanted to hug the other man, but was too afraid of hurting him
further to touch him.

~Keep your voice down.~ I warned.  Glancing about the room to indicate that
this may not be the safest place to talk freely.

"N...no...plea...please...."  Alexander was trying hard to get his voice to
work, but it refused to come.  I went to a small basin on the side of the
room and took a cup of water from the large bowl.  I brought it to his lips
but he turned away.  "No...please..."  His words were coming a little
easier, but it still hurt to listen to him.  "Please.....touch me..."
Pushing his hips forward he brushed the metal cage against Logan's hand and
my lover pulled back in disgust.  I understood.  The real pain in Alexander
had been his inability to cum.  It was like living on a bed of nails,
unable to sleep, move, eat, breath, without a constant pain, one that only
grew sharper, harder, tormenting him until he could only think of one
thing, his body.

"No....t...time...pleeease!"

I stepped past Logan and unlatched the cage around Alexander's cock.

"What are you doing?"  Logan looked at me with complete confusion.

"He is in pain Logan.  Think about how you would feel if someone drove you
to the point of climax every day, several times a day, and never let you go
over, for a year."  I let the metal cage his the floor with a loud clang
and gently, very gently, laced my fingers around Alexander's thick cock.
He gasped and fell forward, the chain between his thighs sounding the
painful pull on his balls.  I pressed close to him, letting him rest on my
firm shoulder as I softly stroked him.  Logan came up to the other side and
helped support the large male as I milked him.  The painful cry he made as
his cum splashed into my hand was the worst sound I'd ever heard in all my
many lifetimes.  I closed my eyes and whispered a few latin phrases into
his ear, none of which I think he actually heard.  The blood had to be
pounding in his ears as he was finally allowed to end his pain.  There was
no pleasure in the climax at all, and I continued to purr comforting
things.  He sagged against us and Logan looked as if he might cry.

"It's okay baby, he will be all right."  Alexander passed out.  "Hold him
up Logan I have to get these things back on him before Marak gets back.  If
he knows we have let him cum we will never get him out of here."  Logan
nodded and I moved quickly to get the gag back in his mouth and the cage
back around his cock.  Whatever drugs they had given him were good, he was
still hard as a rock and already starting to drip.  I washed my hands in
the basin and was drying them when Marak pushed open the door.  Logan let
Alexander hang once more and I smiled at the newcomers.  The boy we had
purchased as trailing behind, obviously drugged for his ride home.  His
eyes were large and dilated, he looked like he was about to fall over.  He
was dressed in a pair of slacks and a plane white T-shirt.  If his hands
hadn't been bound behind his neck and his mouth gagged with a round red
ball, he would have almost looked normal.

"Everything has been prepared for you gentlemen."  It had occurred to me
then I hadn't given Marak our names, I was going to keep it that way.  It
wasn't uncommon for people in these places to use false names.  Kept anyone
from getting too much information, and in this business, information could
be deadly.  "Will you be taking anything else with you this evening, hmm?"

"Yes we are going to take..."

"No.  Nothing else.  You will just have to wait for your birthday Bradly."
There was that adorable confused look on Logan's face.  I think he was more
confused at me calling him Bradly then saying we would be leaving Alexander
behind.  I tossed the towel to the basin of water and looked to the drugged
youth, smiling and patting his dark head.

"All right then, allow me to show you the way?"  Marak seemed very
disappointed, but that's what I wanted.  So far things were going as
planned.  I smiled at Logan who was mentally pounding me with questions and
finally I just returned with

~Trust me.~

~*~*~*~*~

They didn't talk at all on the way home.  Logan and Lucian were both a
little awe struck by the things they had seen.  The good news was they had
found Alexander, the bad news was, they had left him there.  Logan was
furious but at the same time he trusted that Lucian knew something he
didn't.  Thus for now, he let it go.  The boy they had purchased was out
cold in their back seat.  He had been unbound and laid to rest in the back
of their black Lincoln town car so that if they were pulled over for some
minor traffic infraction, he would just look like a drunken friend they
were picking up from a local nightspot.  Everyone that had attended that
function had drivers and limos, but no one brought them to the party.  It
would draw way too much attention that no one wanted.  That was perfect for
Logan and Lucian, they didn't need to get a driver involved in all this
madness, it was best just to keep things as simple as possible.

Logan was lost out the window, watching the town houses pass them by as
they left the inner city to a more fashionable region of down town.  The
apartment they had rented was nice, two stories, with a loft like bedroom
on the second floor and a large living room and kitchen on the first, guest
room and second bath as well.  They would put the kid to bed in the guest
room and figure out what to do with him in the morning.  It was late.
Lucian glanced at the clock, it was long past two am, closer to three, and
he was exhausted from their night.  Logan shifted in his seat and he looked
over to smile at his lover.  All things considered the night had gone well.

As they pulled into the under ground parking area and pulled into their
designated parking space, Logan let out a slow breath.  He slid out of the
car and was around to the back door before Lucian had finished turning the
engine off.  The angel gathered the smaller man into his arm, lifting him
up over his shoulder to drape like a sack of grain.  He didn't care how it
looked, he wanted to get inside where they could talk.

Lucian punched in the keycode for the door and held it for his lover and
their new guest.  They made their way to the elevator and down the hall to
the apartment door quickly, thankful for the lack of activity on this
Monday night.  The door opened and Logan pushed through swiftly, going
straight to the guest room to relieve himself of his burden.  Nudging open
the room door, he stepped in and deposited the would be slave on the
matrices.  Lucian came in a few moments later as Logan was pulling off the
shirt and slacks the establishment had give him.  The kid was still
strapped with toys.  Under his clothes he had sharp clamps attached to his
nipples and Logan carefully removed them.  Lucian took a seat on the foot
of the bed and helped slid the metal harness of the kid's hips.  They
rolled him over and removed the plug from inside him, that gaining them
what sounded like a grateful moan.

Two green eyes opened slowly and the kid smiled up at them with a big goofy
grin.  Logan blinked.

"Hello Master."  The boy spoke in a slurred, almost drunken fashion.
Logan's brown shot up on his forehead.

"Don't call me that, my name is Logan."  He rolled the kid over to his
back, looking for more devices to remove from him as Lucian smirked.

"Okay Master Logan."  Two green eyes fell on Lucian and the goofy grin
grew. "Oooo, too Masters!"  Logan snarled.

"I said don't call me Master, and don't call him Master either, his name is
Lucian."  Sliding the cock ring off the slave's dick, Logan tossed it
across the room.  That seemed to make the situation a lot worse.  The kid
was hard instantly.  Not only that, but he had his eyes set on Logan.
Lucian's smirk was growing.

"My name is Slut!"  The boy announced, rather proud of himself.  Whatever
fear he had had at the auction was gone thanks to the drugs pumped into
him, and no doubt enough so that once he was woken up, he would be ready to
please his new owners.

"Your name is not Slut."  Logan was getting more even more irritated.
"What is your real name?"  The kid seemed to ponder the question for a long
moment, but in the mean time he was getting ever closer to Logan.  He sat
up on his knees and fell forward awkwardly.  Logan caught him before he
could fall off the bed but soon regretted it as the boy began to rub
himself up and down Logan's arm and thigh.  His goofy grin was plastered to
his face, along with an express that made him seem desperate to please.
His hands started to explore Logan's chest and the Angel swiftly grabbed
them by the tender wrists and pulled him back, letting him fall down on the
bed.  "What is your name kid?"

"I do not....know."  He grinned up at Logan as his legs snaked out and
started stroking him.  Lucian laughed out right at the expression on
Logan's face.

"You aren't much help you know."  He shot at the demon.  Lucian just
shrugged.

"Hey, you bought him."  Logan cursed as he felt the boy's legs wrap around
his hips.

"Oh wait!  I know.  My name is..."  Logan looked back to him.  "Slut!"
Then grunted.  This was going to be a long night.  He let go of the boy
long enough to run a hand over his face and stand up beside the bed.  Raven
strands of the kid's hair fell forward as he sat up and lurched forward
toward Logan, aiming for his belt.  Logan took a step back and regretted
that too as the slave fell out of the bed and onto the hard wood floor.

"Ah geez."  He collected the youth and set him on the bed again, Lucian
leaned against the far wall, enjoying the hell out of this.  "Come on
Lucian help me.  Don't just stand there with that grin on your face."

He shook his head and folded his arms over his chest, watching as the boy
made another attempt to seduce his would be master.  Logan looked down as
the cat like boy was wrapping himself around Logan's thighs and hips, his
hands playing at the large man's ass and belt, trying desperately to get
his pants open.

"Stop it you little...."  He stopped himself before he could say "slut."
He took the boy by the shoulders and flopped him back on the bed again,
pinning him down.  That didn't help either.  The kid moaned and arched his
hips up into Logan's body, seeming desperate for touch.  Logan locked his
eyes with the boy's and snarled.  "Stop it.  Go to sleep."  The command
seemed to sink in.  Those bright green eyes started to close and a few
moments later it was like someone hit the kid's off switch.  Logan sighed
thankfully and let go of the other's shoulder, draping a blanket over him
to fend off the cool drafts of the apartment.  The two left the slave there
to sleep off, what they hoped would be the last of his drugs.

"Why did we leave him Lucian?"  Logan was first to break the silence that
seemed to have a strangle hold over them both as they undressed.  The loft
like bedroom was enclosed with soft white curtains, it reminded Lucian of
the bed in Heaven.  It was one of the reasons he insisted on this apartment
over something more lavish.  He wanted the feeling of something familiar.
Something that made him happy, or at least used to.  He turned to look at
Logan and smiled slightly, but the other man wasn't paying attention, he
was waiting for justification why his best friend was still hanging in that
miserable place.

"I knew you didn't see her.  We can't take Alexander just yet Logan, he
already has a claim on his head."

"What?  What do you mean?  Another demon, like you had on me?"  He spun
around to look at Lucian with a puzzled expression.

"Yes and no.  A Veslor Demon has her claws in him.  She can't officially
claim him because of what she is but she is not to be messed with."

"Okay, so fill me in on what's a Vez..lore..?"

"Veslor's are just about the nastiest things created.  They can't be
killed, only out smarted.  They are extremely beautiful creatures, until
you cross one.  That pretty little thing in the cage with Alexander was
exactly where she wanted to be.  They feed off the life force of other
creatures.  Most times they stick to humans, like a parasite.  But this one
has found herself a genuine fallen angel and she isn't going to give him up
easily."  Lucian tossed his shirt into the corner of the room and slid to
sit on the bed as he pulled his shoes off.  "When they are cornered, all
that beauty melts away.  They have razor sharp talon nails, their eyes and
mouths grow about 4 times the size they are.  They can see just about
anything in this state, including what's going on inside your body,
something like X-ray vision on a small scale.  They have teeth like spikes
and so sharp that they can tear flesh from bone and snap the rest in their
jaws.  If that weren't enough, they bite is lethal even if they just
scratch you, their saliva is a toxin that can kill in seconds.  And they
are fast.  Like trying to catch a spark of light."  Logan joined him on the
bed, sitting beside him as he listened.  "If we had tried to take Alexander
away from her in that moment, we would be dead.  And so would everyone else
that got in her way.  Veslor demons are extreme territorial and extremely
stubborn.  We have to find a way to get Alexander out of there without her
knowing where he is going.  As long as she thinks he is coming back, she
wont follow him."

"Wait, can't Satana just tell this Veslor to bugger off?"  Logan fell back
to lean on his elbows, his knees parting as he stretched his legs out.
Lucian eyed him with that typical hunger Logan always saw there.

"Hmm?  Oh, no.  See, Satana rules Hell, but not everything in hell will
obey her.  She could tell the Veslor to back off but chances are it would
still end in a fight, and even if we won, we can't kill her, and if she
knows who has Alexander, then we wont be safe form her.  Our best bet it to
get him away from her so that she doesn't know where he has gone.  And I
think I know how."  Lucian stood, pulling his pants down the length of his
hips and letting them fall to the floor.  He turned to look at his love and
smiled.  Logan visibly relaxed.  He didn't know just what made him
instantly calm when Lucian smiled at him like that, but he liked it.

"What about that kid downstairs?"  Lucian frowned.

"Yeah, him."

"I was thinking, why don't we send him home?  I'm sure he has some family
somewhere that is missing him.  If we can ever get his real name that is."
He grumbled that last part.

"I don't know, we said the boy was a gift but if he leaves us too soon, he
could go to the cops, take them to the club and Alexander would be gone.  I
think he is going to have to stay with us, at least until we get
Alexander."

"I don't like this Lucian."

"I know baby.  Don't worry, I'm going to make this go as fast as I can."

"Oh good, just like your fucking."  Logan grinned.  Lucian growled.



~*~*~*~*~*~



It was a little past ten in the morning when a knock finally came to the
door of the slave's quarters.  Logan had lost the game of rock, paper,
scissors and was elected to be the one that went and got the kid for
breakfast.  When no answer came, he pushed the door open and poked his head
within.  He blinked at the sight.  The kid was kneeling on the floor in
front of the bed.  His hands were turned up to expose his palms and his
head was bowed, casting long strands of black hair down over his cheeks and
shadowing his face.  His naked body trembled slightly as he bit down on his
lower lip and waited.  Logan arched a brow and pushed the door open enough
to move inside.

"What are you doing?"  Logan's rich voice must have come like a roar
because the kid actually jumped.  Logan's puzzled expression grew.

"Kneeling, Master."  The small voice came very timidly from under the mask
of messy hair.  "Waiting for your desires Master!"  He quickly added.

"We went over this last night kid, don't call me Master.  My name is Logan,
stand up."  Logan watched as the smaller male quickly stood, but kept his
eyes down on the ground, his hands at his sides.  It was his turn to wear
the puzzled expression.

"You wish me to call you Logan, Master?"  Logan had had enough of this
Master stuff.  He moved forward rather quickly and when the kid visibly
flinched, as if preparing for a blow, Logan faltered.  He hadn't meant to
scare the boy.  He moved to the foot of the bed and took a seat, motioning
for the other to join him.

"Come here kid, sit here, and let's get a few things clear."  The boy sat
down on the bed and kept his gaze low, watching for any motion of the much
larger guy to give away anything that might happen next.  "First of all,
what's your name, and don't tell me 'slut,' I'm not calling you that."

"My name is Nineveh sir.  Nineveh Languish."  Finally.  A real name.

"That's some name.  Look Nineveh, you aren't a slave anymore all right?  My
partner Lucian and I are many things but Masters isn't one of them.  We
took you from that place, you are free now all right?"  Logan smiled
slightly, but the look on Nineveh's face was anything but happy.

"What?  No, please, you have to take me back if they find out you are
setting me free they will kill me, and you!  Please, take me back now!"  As
he spoke, Nineveh's tone rose in urgency and alarm.  So much so that Lucian
made his way to the room and joined them.

"Easy kid, no one is going to hurt you."  Lucian added as he came closer to
the pair.

"Yeah, I mean, don't you want to get away from those people?"  Logan added.

"No!  No, you don't understand.  All the slaves there, we know that even if
our owners free us, if the syndicate ever finds out they will kill us, our
families, whoever freed us, anyone that had anything to do with it.
Please, you have to take me back!"  He was on his feet, tears starting to
pool in his big green eyes.  Logan glanced at Lucian who just smiled.  He
placed both hands on Nineveh's shoulder and met his terrified look.

"Kid..."

"Nineveh."  Logan added, though he wasn't sure using the boy's name would
help any.  Lucian nodded.

"Nineveh, calm down all right.  We wont let them hurt you, your family or
us.  You are going to stay with us for a while, to make sure that they
don't suspect anything.  When we leave here, we will find your family and
make sure nothing happens to them either, okay?"  Lucian ran his hands down
the other's arms and kept his tone firm but gentle.

"Please, you can't stop them.  They are like the mob, you can't protect me.
It's happened before."  Logan stood up and folded his arms over his chest.

"Nineveh, we aren't exactly what we seem okay.  We're not cops or anything,
but we have some abilities you can't see.  You are going to have to trust
us all right?"

"How about this; you stay with us for a while, and if you still get scared
after a week, we will take you back all right?  It wont do any good to
freak out about it now right?"  Lucian seemed to have lost his mind.  No
way was Logan going to allow him to take the kid back to those monsters.

~Relax baby, I'm just telling him what he wants to hear.  In a week we will
be out of here and he wont have any reason to be afraid.~

Logan didn't like it, but he didn't fight it either.  Nineveh seemed to
think it over for a long while before he got his breathing under control
and gave a slight nod, adding:

"You promise you will take me back?  I don't want anyone to get hurt
because of me."  Logan shifted their focus, he knew Lucian could easily
promise and lie about it but he couldn't.

"We will deal with that when we get to it.  For now I'm starved, I want
breakfast and some peace in this house.  I'm sure you have to be hungry,
you look like nothing but bones and flesh."  Nineveh wasn't being swayed
from the subject so easily, but even though his mind was whirling with all
this information, his stomach was very grounded.  It growled at the
temptation of food.

"I think that's a yes." Lucian smiled.  He went to the dresser and took out
a large silk shirt and a pair of boxers that were both way too large for
the kid, but would do for house clothes for now.  "Put these on and come
out to the kitchen Nineveh, let's get something to eat, we can talk okay?"
He nodded slightly and as they left the room, started to fumble with the
clothes he was given.  It had been a long time since he dressed himself.  A
few minuets later, Nineveh made his way down the brief hall into the
kitchen under the master bedroom loft.  He looked around very nervously, as
if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Marak or the Kennel
Master to pop out and scream "April fools!"

Logan hated the whole situation.  Hated that a place like that club even
existed, and hated what they had done to this beautiful kid.

"Hey there, what do you want in your omelet?"  Nineveh jumped slightly at
the sound of Logan's voice.

"Whatever pleases you Sir."  He answered quietly.

"How old are you Nineveh?"  Lucian chimed in, breaking the youth's frantic
scanning of the apartment.

"Nineteen, Sir.."

Thank God Logan thought.  At least he isn't a minor.  Fucking bastards.

"You can call me Lucian.  No reason to use formal titles with us okay?"

Nineveh just nodded slightly.

Logan went to the fridge and pulled open the main door, he was looking for
a few different things to toss in an omelet when he heard a soft clang
behind him.  Logan and Lucian both turned to look as Nineveh pulled down a
pan and started to heat the oven.

"You don't have to cook us breakfast Nineveh.  I promise we can do it on
our own."  Logan smirked at the kid, but Lucian moved to take the pan from
him and helped him take a seat on one of the center island stools.

"It's okay Nineveh, just sit here all right?"  Lucian smiled to him, and
the kid nodded slightly, choosing to just be silent rather then say
something to upset these two very large men.  He sat back, and winced at
the pain in his body and the ache in his ass he was only now just noticing.
It had been ages since he moved without something inside him prodding at
his guts.  The cool silk on his body felt good against his welts and
bruises.  As the kennel master told him, welts and bruises heal, scars were
damaging the goods.

"After breakfast we'll get you into a hot bath and some clothes that fit.
Nothing Logan or I have is going to fit you so I think a brief shopping
trip is in order.  Don't worry, You can stay here with me so no one sees
you.  Logan can go out and get a few thing for you."  Logan looked over at
his lover and arched a brow.

~Since when am I the gofer?~

~Come on baby, you know I can't shop to save my life, just look at how long
it took me to get that damn suit.~

The two men laughed softly and Nineveh looked up from the floor, trying to
figure out what the joke was, and if he was the butt of it.

"I don't want to be a burden."  Lucian turned from his chopping to look
back at the youth.

"Don't worry Nineveh.  We can take care of ourselves, and we will take care
of you all right?"  The boy tried to smile, but it had been so long since
he had anything to smile about, he couldn't tell if it was getting through.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They waited a few days to do that shopping, to do anything really.  Logan
was getting more and more on edge about leaving Alexander but Lucian
assured him that he not only had someone watching out for Alexander but
also that they were doing the right thing for all of them.  But it had
still been four days and Logan was getting tired of waiting.  However the
time was being spent well.  They talked to Nineveh a lot.  Found out that
he was nothing more then a street rat; just some orphan kid that ditched
the homes and found a life on the street.

That's where they had found him, those bastards at the club.  Searching for
his next meal in the ally ways of upper New Jersey.  They had promised him
a place to stay and three meals a day and while that's exactly what they
had given him, that's not all they wanted out of him.  He had been with the
syndicate for two years now and had been through a lot, been shipped to a
lot of different places.  He was hard to get to know.  For the first two
days all he did was look around like a mouse at a hawk convention.

It really upset Logan more then Lucian the way the kid acted around them,
jumping any time he spoke, Nineveh would nearly leap out of his skin.
Lucian had that smooth accent, like talking to an god of old, wrapped in an
old Latin purr.  It made Logan's hairs stand on end any time he heard him,
but it also seemed to ease Nineveh's fears.  Logan had tried hard not to
get too deep into who and what they were but Lucian dove right in the third
night.  Explained what they were, did a few parlor tricks to prove it.  It
went over rather well.  Nineveh got so excited about the idea of wings,
Logan felt bad that he couldn't bring them out for the kid to see.  But
that lead into what they were doing and why they were doing it.  Nineveh
took all of it really well, even the explanation of God and Satana.  He
practically begged to meet Satana and again they had to explain why she
couldn't just pop in for tea.

They learned a lot about Nineveh as well.  For one, he was gay.  Which
really helped their situation.  Lucian and Logan had been debating on how
to go about dealing with that little issue.  They didn't want to make the
kid uncomfortable and at the same time they didn't want to have to watch
their actions twenty-four hours a day.

It wasn't until Saturday that Logan was shoved out the door to go shopping.
Now he stood at the door, fumbling for his keys as he cursed the damn door
man for being on break.  Logan wrestled the bags in the door.  He hated
shopping.  Really.  The only reason he was good at it was because he knew
exactly what he wanted and where to get it.  He could go in, get it, and
leave fast and easy.  He didn't know what size the kid was, or even what he
linked, and so shopping for him had been a nightmare.  In the end, he had
told some way too cheerful sale's girl he was shopping for his little
brother and let her find things that might fit the kid.  It had taken him
hours.  By the time he had four of five outfits in hand and a pair of
shoes, which he called Lucian to find out the kids size because shoes were
not a hit and miss item, it was already three in the afternoon.

Now with bags in tow, he pushed past the door and almost fell in the door.
Laughter was coming from the living room.  Letting the bags fall at the
door, he tossed the car keys into a dish by the door and made his way
inside, unbuttoning the collar of his sweater.  Early November was always
his favorite time of year.  The cool air in the morning, soft winds and
changing leaves were just grand.

Rounding the corner of the short hall he came to the large open area that
made up the kitchen and living room.  Lucian and Nineveh were seated on the
area rug in front of the couch, looking through a book of some sort.
Lucian was bare chested as he usually was in the afternoon, only a hair of
silk boxer pants resting low on his high hips.  Logan loved those silk
pants on him.  They made his thighs stand out and the dark color made his
skin look rich and inviting.  Nineveh was still wearing their over sized
garments as best he could, and was nearly washed away in the cotton and
silk.  They were both deeply engrossed in whatever it was Lucian had in his
hands.

Lucian pointed out something and Nineveh started laughing again.  His eyes
were bright and happy.  It was like a totally different kid then the one
they had brought home.  Logan blinked as he came up to them, falling down
across the couch with a groan.

"What all this then?"  He smiled as he propped his head on his bent elbow
and open palm.  Looking over their shoulders to the picture album his face
dropped.

"Mr. Logan, these pictures are great!  You were a really cute kid!" Nineveh
grinned up at the angel with a hint of chocolate let lingering at the
corner of his mouth.  Lucian didn't turn around.  He hadn't shown this
album to Logan yet.  They were memory captures from Logan's life.  Things
he had saved into this book from Logan's life before he knew he was an
Angel.  Logan reached for the book as Lucian turned the page to several
shots of a ten year old Logan in the shower singing into a hairbrush.

"Lucian you son of a bitch!"  Lucian bolted forward, causing Logan to fall
off the edge of the couch as he reached for the book.  Nineveh laughed
hysterically as Logan started to climb over his lover toward the book.
Lucian was roaring with laughter as he tried to turn the page.

"Wait wait, he hasn't seen the pictures of you measuring your dick at
sixteen!"  Lucian and Nineveh were breathless with laughter as Logan pinned
the demon down and snatched the book out of his hands.  The crimson covered
album vanished the moment it was out of Lucian's hands with a puff of black
smoke.  Logan coughed as he lay panting and sprawled across the floor with
his Lover still pinned below him.

"I'm going to strangle you both." Logan growled.

"Come on baby, you know it's all in fun."  Lucian chimed in from under the
firm weight of his lovely Angel.  Logan looked down at him, the anger
flooding back to his face as he snarled.  How the hell had he gotten those
pictures!?  Lucian looked up, body still heaving with heavy breaths from
their tumble, and smiled.  Logan groaned.  Why did he have to be so damn
sexy?  He pushed himself up off the floor, furious with his inability to
remain furious and went to the kitchen.

Nineveh was still laughing softly as the Angel passed by and he smiled at
Logan with the first genuine smile he had seen on in a while.  Logan
ignored him.  Those two were fast becoming a rather large pain in the ass.

"You're clothes are in the hall Nineveh.  You can put them away yourself."
He waved them both off as he went to get a bottle of water from the fridge.
Nineveh jumped up from the floor and ran over to the bags to see what he
got.

"Thank you Mr. Logan!"  Nineveh called from the hall as Logan twisted the
top off a bottle and took a few long swigs.  He and Lucian had worked
Master and Sir down to "Mr." And that was about as good as they were going
to get.

Logan turned around and came nose to nose with a rather dark looking demon.
He arched a brow and gave Lucian his best "I'm not interested" glare but it
didn't seem to work.  Lucian's arms came up and caged Logan against the
fridge.  Logan smirked and lifted his water bottle to his mouth, taking
another long swallow.  Lucian watched him with intense interest.  He
watched the muscles in Logan's jaw work, watched his Adam's appeal slid up
and down and come to rest.  Watched his pulse beat hard in his throat, and
watched it pick up pace and Lucian leaned his knee in between Logan's
thighs and pressed gently against his cock.

Logan clenched his teeth together, glancing at the hall way to Nineveh.  He
heard that predatory growl in Lucian's throat and it made Logan smirk.
Lucian always got jealous easily.  He turned his attention back on the
demon and leaned forward, hovering his mouth over his lover's.

"You know demon, you should be careful."  Logan teased, watching the sparks
fire behind Lucian's eyes at the coming warning.  "Someone might think you
actually own me."  Lucian's lip lifted in a snarl.  Logan's grin was purely
taunting as he turned to meet Nineveh as he came around with the bags in
hand.

"Wow Mr. Logan, this stuff is great!  Thank...oh, sorry."  The smile on
Nineveh's face turned to one of slight embracement.

"That's okay Nineveh, Lucian was just..."

"Go put your stuff away Nineveh, Logan and I need to have a talk."
Lucian's voice was low and dark, laced with even darker promise but somehow
the only threat within it lay for Logan.  Logan rolled his eyes as he
started to object but Nineveh cut in.

"Yes sir."  He didn't seemed scared as he took his generous haul into his
room and closed the door.  Logan looked back at Lucian like he had lost his
mind, again.

"What was that for the kid just wanted to...Mmnf!"  Logan was silenced as a
hot mouth sealed over his lips, that demon tongue forced its way inside.
Lucian pressed himself against the angel hard

Logan shoved at Lucian's shoulders pushing him back from the fridge with a
heated glare.  If he thought he was just going to bend over and let him
fuck him after that stunt he was out of his mind yet again.  Lucian
snarled, he didn't like having what was his threaten to leave him; his
jealousy rose and boiled in the back of his mind as he suddenly leapt
forward, slamming Logan against the fridge with a loud thud.  Logan reacted
fast, hands coming up to shove at the demon's shoulder his water hitting he
ground and splattering out over the tile.

"Fuck off Lucian."

"I intend to."

"Shit."  Logan remember the last time he had used that on Lucian and he
couldn't walk straight for a week after.  The demon's smile grew as he
watched the realization sink in.  Logan only had one shot at taking control
of this situation, and unfortunately, he wasn't going to run with it.  He
shoved Lucian back in a show or brute force and regretted it the moment the
demon picked up the game.

Fuck.

He moved so fast Logan didn't have a chance.  He met the fridge with his
back again but rolled, pitching them off balance and into the counter off
to the side.  Dishes and counter top tools went flying across the ground.
Lucian hissed into Logan's ear as he felt himself slip on the water.
Lucian's fast reflexes pulled the angel up and caught him half bent.
Locking his fingers in the hem of Logan's pants he yanked them down his
hips and Logan returned the with a snarl

"God damn it Lucian back off!"

But both of them could feel the heat and pure need between them.  Four
weeks without sex to try and keep their powers under control had to be
exhausted somehow and it appeared that Lucian had found their way.

Logan groaned as the demon's thick cock pressed against his thigh.  He
slammed his elbow back into Lucian's gut, but it was caught.  Logan cursed,
thrusting the other back to try and twist free.  Lucian caught the other
and growled his triumph.  Logan bucked back hard but only succeeded in
making Lucian's grip tighter.

He felt the demon lock him in place and spin him around to lay his chest
against the cold marble of the center island.  Logan snarled, bucking back
harder thrashing in the pinned embrace. One hard thrust and Lucian was
buried inside the other's body.  Logan cried out, his entire being
igniting.  Is mouth came open, green gaze closing with the bliss of it.  He
felt the heat on Lucian's skin, felt the steam rise off them both as Lucian
began to take him, again and again, his arms were freed but Logan was
hardly going anywhere.  He started to thrust back with each push forward,
his hands gripped to the island to keep him from falling off or over.

Lucian was all animal at these times.  He didn't feel anything but the heat
and the need.  Logan could do nothing but sit back and enjoy the hard ride.
He moaned, uncaring of the sounds he made as Lucian proved with every
stroke that they were indeed made to own one another.  He felt the demon in
ever ounce of flesh, felt him filling him, making him whole after a long
time of not knowing he had been missing a piece.  Lucian jerked his lover
up to press his back against bare flesh of his own chest.  His hands
stroking and rolling, sending fire blazing down the other's body, polling
in his cock.  Logan cried out again when that hot hand laced around his
shaft and started to jerk him in rhythm with the strokes being plunged into
his body.

"Oh fuck yes!  Lucian please!"

He got a snarl for his praise of the demon's skills but Lucian wasn't ready
to have his lover leave him.  He pulled himself out, sliding his legs
against Logan's knees and set the pair tumbling to the ground.  Logan slid
easily, falling to lay on the ground with his stomach in the pool of water.
The heavy sweater was sticking to him, making sweat pour from him, he
struggled to pull it off but stumbled and had it ripped off by a set of
black claws.

Logan looked over his shoulder as he was mounted and Lucian slammed himself
back in.  He fought to see through the haze of red that consumed him,
fought to keep his powers in line as he worked his lover over.  His body
was a blaze and he didn't know how much longer he could stand the intense
heat.  Logan cried out and pressed back, thighs hard and tight as he thrust
back, gripping the tile to try and keep from slipping away.  He wanted
more, he wanted all of him, he wanted every last inch of him.  Lucian
snarled, pushing forward until Logan was braced against the cabinets.  He
groaned as he rolled his hips inside the Angel, feeling his tight body grip
to him for dear life. Dark gods how he loved this man.  His hands slide
down the sides of Logan's hip and yanked him back and Logan's cries filled
the kitchen again.  Lucian moaned, starting his savage assault on the
other's body, and his own senses.  His hips working in deep, and he
couldn't help it, he needed it, he needed that special cry from his lover.

His hips bucked forward as his hands laced around Logan's cock and the two
linked their minds together with an explosive heat that sent them both
tumbling into a black void of passion.  Lucian gasped as he felt his body
contract, hot seed spilling out of him, feeling the hot liquid splash
inside the angel like it was his own.  Logan choked out a moan of need, his
cock throbbing as he shot his own ribbons of hot cum onto the floor and
across Lucian's waiting palm.  Gasping for breath, they fell together
across the floor, both soaked in sweat, cum and distilled water.  Logan
fell to his side, trying to shield his aching cock from the harsh floor.
Logan fell across his back and side, sprawling out against the cool ground,
for once thankful for the cold, hard material.  He groaned as his cock slid
from Logan's smoldering body.  Logan moaned from the wonderful but somehow
empty sensation.

They lay there for several minuets, trying to catch their breath and get a
handle on their senses.  Lucian was the first to move.  Shifting over to
gather Logan in his arms and give small apologetic kisses along his
shoulders and throat.  Logan was still too high to acknowledge what was
going on around him but he smiled softly, eyes flickering open to glance
back at the demon on his shoulder.

They lay like that for a while, both juts enjoying the moment before the
cold of the floor was starting to get to Logan.  He shivered slightly and
Lucian pulled his mind from it's drifting to look down at the man in his
arms.  He smiled slightly and started to stretch.  Logan sat up slightly
and looked at the huge mess that was their kitchen.  Lucian rolled over to
his back, seeming rather pleased with himself as Logan pulled himself up to
his feet.  He glanced down at the gloating demon and rolled his eyes.

"You are so cleaning this up by yourself."  Logan picked up his pants and
headed for the bathroom with Lucian's laughter trailing behind him.



Dinner was always the best time.  Nineveh loved having dinner with these
two men.  They were so loving, and even when all that rough racket was
coming from the kitchen this afternoon, he hadn't been scared.  In truth
had would have given anything to have been invited to that little "talk"
the older men had.  But he had sufficed to lay in bed and listen to the
wonderful sounds and masturbate.  It had been the first time in years he
had actually wanted to touch himself, let alone think about sex.  When your
cock and your orgasms aren't yours to control anymore under penalty of
sever pain and torture, it takes the fun out of it.  When things had calmed
down, he had peeked out and seen them both curled up on the floor together.
Again, he would have given anything to join them.  Nineveh sighed softly.
He didn't know where this was going, or if these people were going to be
with him much longer, but he was going to enjoy every moment until it
ended.  But back to dinner.

Dinner with these guys was great.  Lucian could really cook well.  He made
some of those most amazing things, like walking in a four star restaurant
and picking the most expensive things on the menu.  He would set plates in
front of them with food that looked like it came out of magazines and
tasted like heaven.  Logan usually helped, they never let him do anything
but sit there and be waited on.  That was nice too.  They drank wine, but
like two very careful big brothers, they refused to let him have any.  He
got soda or juice in stead.  At times he felt like a six year old, but he
never complained.  It was far better then what he was used to, even before
the syndicate.

Logan and Lucian loved to laugh.  They teased one another all the time,
made jokes and even threw things at once another now and then.  Lucian
loved to antagonize Logan, or so Nineveh believed.  It was like the man
lived to see that line crease between the angel's brow and see his temper
flare.  Lucian wasn't immune to annoyances either but he took them a lot
better then Logan.  Nineveh got the feeling that when the annoyances really
bothered him, that's when they had a session like this afternoon.  Working
out their "differences" through good old-fashioned exercise.

Nineveh smiled up at them as they finished the last few pieces of the
evening meal and set out the salad dressing and other condiments.  He snuck
a pieces of cheese from the top of the mound of green leaves, something he
would never have done a week ago.  Logan winked at him and Nineveh gave him
a mischief smile of innocence.  Lucian would rant about his presentation
for ten minutes if he saw that.  Neither of them were about to tell him the
masterpiece was missing a piece of cheese.

Taking a seat at the center island, Logan rolled his fingers at his temple.
His hair was still damp from the shower he had taken after their rumble
this afternoon, and Lucian still couldn't find one of the mixing spoons.

"Lucian, please, we are hungry, sit down and let's eat."  Logan gave his
lover a hard glare as he leaned forward, threatening to steal the swirl of
butter off the mound of rolls and completely destroy the pretty little
display Lucian had set out.  Lucian glared at him in warning but relented
and brought the three plates over to the table.  He set the delicate dishes
in front of them and grinned with a hopeful spark in his eyes.  For a demon
with control over the human race and one very stubborn angel, he sure
needed his ego stroked when it came to his cooking.  Nineveh grinned up at
him with great approval and Logan just picked up his fork.  He was about to
start when he noticed the distressed look on Lucian's face.

"Okay, okay, it's lovely Lucian, thank you."  Logan, thinking he had made
up for his forgetting to stroke said ego was brought to a pause again as he
noticed Lucian's expression was going from bad to worse.

"We have to go.  Now."  Lucian's serious tone made Logan groan.

"Come on, I just said it was lovely, what more do I..."

"No Logan, it's Alexander, we have to go now."  Logan was on his feet fast,
the stool behind him hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"  Logan prompted but Lucian wasn't responding,
he looked off in the distance, as If listening to something that wasn't
there.  Nineveh paused in his eating to look up at them confused.

"We don't have time, I'll tell you in the car, get your coat, Nineveh we
are going to need your help, get your hat and gloves and hurry."  Lucian
flew up the stairs to their loft room as Logan bolted toward the door to
snatch up his jacket.  Nineveh rushed to his room, not asking questions, he
had talked to Lucian about this, he knew what he had to do.

The three loaded up into the car.  Logan and Lucian in the back, Nineveh
was driving them.  His hands were trembling at the thought of going back to
that place.  Lucian put a hand on his shoulder and smiled gently.

"It's okay Nineveh, just like we talked about, don't talk, don't look at
them, just drive."  Nineveh nodded softly and started the car.  They headed
toward the club's location in silence, Lucian filled in Logan mentally as
not to scare the kid.

~He is being sold to someone named Baron Von'Domire.  This guy is hard core
Logan, we aren't going to be able to buy him from this Baron character, our
only hope is to get him and get into hell fast.~

~I thought you didn't want to bolt into hell with Alexander, that the Volor
or whatever would come after us?~

~Veslor demon, she is going to be a problem, but I think there is a way to
get her off our back and get rid of Von'Domire at the same time.  Listen,
when Nineveh gets us there, I'm going to need you to do a few things I know
you wont like, but you have to baby, if we are going to get Alexander we
will have to move fast."

Logan nodded.

~I can handle it.~

~Good, this is what I need you to do....~



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



"Baron?  Baron Von'Domire, that is you.  It has been some time my friend."

"Excuse me?"  Baron Von'Domire looked up from the line of soft looking
girls that lined the dungeon walls.  Marak smiled up at the statue of a man
that could chill the blood of a black widow.  His silver hair hung just
past his thick shoulders, his hard face was placid and vacant as glass, but
his eyes, like two black holes fixed in the center of his head were like
two swimming vortexes of misery and complete despair.  Those twin coals
were now transfixed on the creature that dared to call him friend.

Beside him stood the slender form of Ian Samuel.  The two men were polar
opposites of one another in just about every manor.  Baron's suit was
something from the middle ages, ruffles pooling at his collar and wrists.
His deep crimson vest over lapping a silk shirt with no measure of expense.
Over those wide shoulders he wore a close of thick black and leather
breaches with lace ties up over the groin.  His hands were gloved in white,
keeping his immaculate skin from touching the filth of the markets.  In his
left hand rest the butt of a cane that he carried only for show and for
beating the flesh that displeased him.  On his right hip rest a small black
pouch and a curled bull whip, with a thin silver chain attached to his two
thousand dollar belt on one end and a 3.4 million dollar slave girl on the
other.

Ian however, was the picture of the modern male.  His dusty brown hair was
cut in a fashionable style, his muted brown three piece suit cut to fit him
perfectly, and though as tall as Baron, he was thin and his muscles rounded
in slow slops.  His dull brown eyes locked on Marak with complete distain.
Marak didn't seem to understand the comment but choose not to repeat
himself.

"How can I help you gentlemen this evening?"  Marak crooned with the
usually ass kissing tone.  Ian gave Baron an apologetic look before putting
himself between the billionaire and the market manager.

"Mr. Von'Domire has all he desires this evening Marak.  You will see to it
his purchase is delivered to his waiting vehicle and leave any further
business to me."  Ian all but hissed the last part as he shoved Baron's car
keys into the man's hand and pushed the pudgy bastard toward the doorway.
Marak agreed quickly, desperately trying to find some way to keep himself
as part of the "in crowd."  Failing to do so before the large door was
closed in his face, the round male huffed and headed for the public sitting
room to make the needed arrangements.

As he went, he huffing from the halls, his mumbling and mocking of the
higher ups was interrupted with a rather large collision with one of the
guests.  He pushed the man from his path with a snarl of frustration and
went on toward the loading area.

Lucian smiled as he fingered the keys in his pocket and headed for the
door.



Logan sat outside in the back of the town car, watching as Alexander was
shoved into the back of a long limo.  He was drugged and bound in more ways
then Logan could count.  Nineveh was shaking in his seat, holding his knees
up to his chest as he tried to remember what Lucian had told him.

"It's okay Nineveh, remember, we have the power to leave at any time, and
we wont leave you behind no matter what."  Logan smiled over the seat and
gently laid a hand on the kid's shoulder.  "I promise."

Nineveh nodded softly.  He trusted them, more then he trusted anyone in his
life, but that didn't make the memories any easier to push away.  It had
been days, not year, days, and Logan for one thought he was handling all
this with great courage.

Logan turned back to watch what was going on but the rooms door was closed,
blocking all eyes from seeing the crimes within.  Logan cursed softly.  He
wanted to be in there, but he knew Lucian was right in thinking him too
emotional for this part of the plan.  He sat back and tried to get control
of his over whelming desire to slice throats and turn bones into dust.

Inside, Lucian was busy with his own tasks.  He disposed of the diver's
unconscious body behind the dumpster in the ally and was quickly changing
into his clothing when the garage door was brought down.  He took his place
behind the wheel and waited as the bounces from the other night brought out
the bound and gagged Alexander and placed him inside the limo.  Lucian used
his powers to mask his face like the driver, not daring to spike the radar
any higher with the rest of his body.  He watched in the rear view as
Baron, Ian and the slave girl attached the Baron's belt came from the side
door.  Marak was standing near the trunk and smiled happily to them both.
He ran to open the door for Baron, smiling from ear to ear as he offered
his hand to help the spider of a man into his vehicle.  Lucian was thankful
for that at least.  It would distract Baron from the lack of doorman help
from his driver.  Lucian started the car, looking back at Ian with a lifted
brow.  Ian gave a slight nod in his general direction before bidding Baron
good evening.

The slave girl, with her long blond hair, knelt in the filth of the ground
and earned herself a hard smack from the cane for daring to soil herself.
Lucian looked away.  Soon.

~I cannot give you much time Lucian.  She will not be held much longer, she
wonders where her prize is.~ Ian's thoughts invaded Lucian's mind and he
smirked.

Veslor's, so predictable.

~I only need a few moments Ian.  I will make sure Satana knows of your
assistance.~ Lucian returned.

~You had better Lucian, dealing with a Veslor was never part of the deal.~

Lucian ignored that part and took his cue from Baron as the door opened.
They pulled out onto the street and Nineveh perked up.  He put his legs
down on the ground and ducked so they would not be noticed as the limo
pulled away.  They waited only a moment before turning on the car and
following.

Several floors below the warehouse, Ian Samuel prepared himself to release
a creature of his own nightmares.  Demons didn't fear much, but you were
mad not to fear a Veslor, especially an angry Veslor.  Pushing open the
second of two chamber doors, he saw her in all her terrifying glory.  Her
eyes were slightly larger then normal, pointed at the tips and they were
glowing with a madness that made Ian think twice about what he was about to
do.  Her mouth was drawn up into a smile like pure evil.  She was terror
incarnat, the things nightmares of all creatures were born from.  Her teeth
sharpened as he grew closer to her, her eyes flickering with the growing
need for blood.  Darkness swirled around her as her nails, elongated and as
deadly as the venom that began to drip from her fanged mouth, raked them on
the metal impatiently.

"Releassssse, me demon."  Her voice made his ears ache.  Nails on the
proverbial chalkboard, razor blades in a blender, these things did not
begin to describe the horror of it.  "And I will make your death quick."
Ian did his best to control the fear in his own tone as he spoke.

"If you slice my throat Veslor, you will not know the name of the one that
has taken your prize."  Ian stood with a good distance between them, making
sure her spit could not reach him.  Her head tilted to the side, letting
strands of smoke like curls roll over one shoulder.

"Taken?  What fool hass taken what isss mine?  Tell me demon, and this
Vessslor will ssspare you."  She lied.  He knew it.

"Your blood on the seal Veslor, you will leave here and never return, leave
my life here on this plane alone.  Then the name is yours."  Ian knew that
all demons, even those with lies for mothers had to honor blood oaths or be
cursed to live out the rest of eternity in hell, it was the only thing
Satana had been able to enforce on all demon kind.  The Veslor hissed her
displeasure, her eyes growing wider; her hideous smile pulled sharper as
she lifted her palm and sliced with one black nail the green blue blood
that spilled onto the cage floor.  Then she very easily tore the lock from
the cage and stepped out.  She was never contained.  She slithered toward
Ian and the demon took a step back.

"My blood on it demon.  No tell her, where isss her prize."

"Baron Von'Domier, he has your fallen one, and he means to kill him at the
ocean's side."  The screech the demon bent from her twisted mouth was
unlike anything ever heard.  Ian fell to the ground, his hands over his
ears as he begged the dark gods for his life.  Eyes shut tight he did not
move until the putrid smell of the Veslor had cleared.  When he looked up,
the other two slaves in the cages were at his feet, the life-force drained
out of them like withered prunes.  The Veslor was gone.

"Stupid girl, you will spend the next two weeks screaming in your agony."
The lash of the cane came again and again as Von'Domier forced the slave
girl's face into the carpet, licking up the filth and dirt she had dared to
track into his clean limo.  Alexander was unconscious on the seat across
from them.  His tortured body was bound in leather harnesses, his mouth
gagged with that same phallus, his body still softly humming with the
things pushed inside him.  His body still bleeding from the lashes and cuts
he had suffered, yet he was wrapped in some form of strange latex body suit
that forbid him from moving an inch, barely able to breath with the shallow
breaths he could pull in.  He was still gorgeous.  Lucian kept his eyes on
the road, and in the rear view mirror.  The Veslor was loose, Ian was
right, he could only stall her for a few moments, and they would have to
move quickly.

As they passed the pier, pulling into the vacant stretch of wharf that
would lead them onto the major roads, Lucian glanced back once more.  Logan
and Nineveh were not far behind them and the Veslor would be here in
seconds.  It was now or never.  Lucian pulled the car over with a jerk.
Baron nearly toppled from his seat.

"Caleb, what in the seven hells do you think you are doing?!"  Lucian was
out of the car and around to Baron's side in a fraction of a second.
Nineveh drove up fast behind them, pulling the car to the side letting
Logan out.  He rushed to Lucian's side and both grabbed Baron by the arms
yanking him from the car.

"Who the hell do you people think you are?  Do you have any idea who I
am!?"  As Lucian took the man by the shoulders and locked his eyes with the
black soulless coals of the one that stood before him, Nineveh locked the
gas pedal of the town car in place and let the expensive toy drive itself
into the ocean with a loud splash. Lucian focused his mind, forcing out
everything else to concentrate on this one task.  It was easy to take over
a human mind, but Lucian faltered, this creature was barely human.  They
had no time, with the pain of it, he forced his way inside Baron's mind,
pushing past the horror he had inflicted on others to the control center of
his brain.

Meanwhile, Logan and Nineveh took hold of Alexander and headed for the
water.  Logan propped the unconscious angel against Nineveh who was
struggling to hold up the massive girth, while the angel fished a matchbook
from his pocket and a newspaper from the other.  He lit it quickly as a
scream came from the night, no more then a half mile away.

"What was that!"  Nineveh about jumped out of his skin at the sound.

"Death."  Lucian came back with.  Logan lit the newspaper on fire and held
it firmly in hand.  He took Alexander over one shoulder and handed off the
flame to Nineveh.

"Hold it out Nineveh, don't worry, it will all be okay."  Logan smiled at
the youth, he knew this was all about timing now.  Looking back at Lucian,
Logan paused.  Lucian looked drained, very drained.  He started to move
toward him but Lucian put his hand up, blond hair rippling over his
shoulders with the soft November wind.

"Go, now, she is close, if she sees you it is over."  Lucian's voice was
soft, but direct.  Logan took Nineveh by the shoulders, readjusting
Alexander over his back before the three of them leapt off the wharf.

A spark from the flame in Nineveh's hand exploded into a spectacle of
light, parting out around them with a void of heat.  Nineveh shut his eyes
and held back his scream.  Logan pulled the youth into his other side as
the Hell mouth swallowed the three of them.  Inside the limo, the slave
girl was shaking.  She lifted her head and pushed herself into the corner
of the vehicle, desperately trying to shrink or go invisible, anything to
be hidden from the madness around her.

Lucian looked up to Baron who was still dazed from the mind link Lucian had
forced on him.  He moved toward the edge of the wharf and focused the last
of his energy.  His body took on the image of the broken and battered
Alexander.  He waited until he felt her, she was close enough.  Baron's
vacant eyes came alive once more as from the breast of his vest he drew a
small pistol.  His gaze grew thin and clouded as Lucian mouthed the words
he spoke.

"Vile creature of heaven, you will pay for what your god did to my Annah."
Baron screamed into the night, yet within his own mind, his body, his
mouth, his voice were not of his own control.  Two shots rang out into the
night, two bullets entered Lucian's body, and he whirled back into the
black water as the screech of a Veslor echoed out into the shattered night.

Baron collapsed on the ground.  The girl in the limo was screaming
hysterically as a creature of nightmarish terror descended on her Master.
It tore his flesh from his bones, his screams came as fluently as her own
as she watched his body crack and contort as the Veslor literally fed on
his corpse.  His screams dying as she saved his throat for last, snapping
the bones through the flesh that now dripped black and crimson.  The girl
clawed at the leather of the posh carriage, begging God and heaven to save
her from this, save her from it all.

What was left of her Master was being dragged off out of sight, and through
her continued screams came a hissing voice.  Like razor blades in a
blender.

"Sssweet girl.  Ssssweet sssweet prize."