Devil's Love

From Drax's Point of View

Father pushes me into the ring, "fight Drax. Go fight him Drax."

I whimper, "please don't make me."

I hold up my tiny fists defensively, "I don't want to hurt you."

My father firmly states, "strike first."

I come back to the present. I don't have a good relationship with my father.

I pick at my food while my father drones on.

I rolls my eyes and finish eating so I can leave.

My father clears his throat, "are you coming home tonight?"

I roll my eyes, "idk I'm going to a party."

He grabs my arm, "how is school?"

I yank my arm away, "you know how it is going, Professor."

He glares, his eyes flashing red, "you know I have heard about your mercy for the weak ones. You will not show mercy anymore."

I huff and storm out. I am not going to beat the other kids just because daddy dearest said to.

I stare at my report card.

I'm failing.

It's frustrating, that I'm expected to fight my own kind to prove myself.

I decide to at least make an effort in the future.

When I get to the party, I hang out with my friends.

I look over and see the man of my dreams, Blade.

He brushes his hair back and kisses my archrival, purely because he gets to kiss Blade. I wish I could kiss him like that.

I stare for too long and he meets my eyes.

I turn my attention back to my friends.

I go out into the back yard to be alone after a while.

The door slides open and Blade steps out. He clumsily sits on the porch beside me.

He is quiet for a few minutes, "do you like to watch Prince Drax?"

I fold my hands, "no. I wasn't watching."

He presses my back onto the porch and moves over me, "thinking about the time you punched my tiny little face?"

I look away, "no. I'm sorry about that."

He tugs my hair softly, "we'll pair up on Monday and we'll see if you still can beat my ass. I'll make sure someone records it and sends it to your daddy."

I stare off over the grass, "I don't want to fight Blade. I've never wanted to fight."

He laughs, "tell it to my broken nose."

He makes me look at me with a firm grasp on my chin, "you know, if you win, I'll fuck you like you so obviously want."

I swallow, "I don't want to fuck you. I don't want to fuck anyone."

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "your little friend, rock hard in your jeans, says otherwise."

He cracks my head off the porch softly and goes back inside. I lay there on the porch absentmindedly rubbing the knot forming on the back of my head.

I decide to go home. When I get home, I get out a book and read in peace.

It's late before I go to bed but it doesn't seem to be a problem because bright and early I'm up.

I spend my Sunday screwing off, on and off my video games.

When it gets to be about 9 pm I decide to read some more. Admittedly it's a guilty pleasure of mine. Not that I would tell anyone about it.

I head to breakfast with my father Monday morning. I am quiet and obedient at the table.

He coughs into his arm and excuses himself.

I finish and leave before he comes back.

At school, I avoid Blade.

When it is time for sparring, I try to convince literally anyone to partner with me but Blade has spread the word.

I watch him wrap his hands. He's staring straight at me.

I wrap my hands too, trying to mentally prepare myself for this.

I don't want father to see me get the shit beat out of me.

Blade comes over, "are you ready, cupcake?"

I slip off my shoes and step out onto the mat, "I guess."

We square up and he circles me slowly.

He swings but I dodge it and punch the side of his head.

I don't want to do this.

He laughs, "that's the best you got?"

I punch him in the nose, my fight instincts kicking in.

He wipes blood from the bridge of his nose and punches my side, "you fucking brat."

I don't know what happened but I'm standing over him and he's unconscious.

I kneel down and lift his head, "I think he needs a doctor."

The instructor comes over and checks his eyes, "go get the nurse. Run."

I do as I'm told. I go without my shoes which I only realize once I'm there. I hurry back with the nurse. I kneel by him.

I lift his head again gently. His horns graze over my cock as I lay his head in my lap.

The nurse cracks a smelling salt and wakes him up. He blinks but she encourages him to keep his eye closed for now.

She calls for an ambulance and we're alone for a second.

He looks up at me, "you know if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked, rather than beat me unconscious again."

I try not to cry, "I don't want to fuck you. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened."

He reaches up and touches my lip softly, "sorry about that."

I didn't even realize that he busted my lip open.

I struggle not to take his finger in my mouth and suck it. Oh the things I'd do for this man.

The ambulance takes him away and I change into my class clothes. I go to my next class, quite late really but it's fine because I'm well studied in Demon Government and History. You know, Lucifer for my father.

I give the professor, my father my late note and sit in the back of the class. I discreetly pull out my phone.

There's a few new texts but I don't read them now. I get out my notebook and take notes.

My father pulls me aside when the bell rings, "are you okay?"

I nod, "yeah."

He looks a little concerned, "you have a fat lip."

I nod, "from sparring."

He pats my back, "I heard your performance today was impressive. Good enough to bring your grade back up to a B."

I nod, "I suppose it was."

He hugs me softly, a rarity from him, "I'll make sure you get some extra credit to bring up your other grade before the end of the year. Wouldn't want you to fail your senior year."

I nod, "thanks."