Make Me

Lucifer, Jude and I parted in a strange manner. It was normal, in every aspect if you viewed it from the outside, but somehow, I could feel an odd tension between everyone, not really knowing what to think of one another. Until now, I saw Lucifer as my inevitable enemy and Jude as my dangerous and quite complicated companionship... But now, it just seemed like we were 3 people, getting our life fucked with because some old text says we are supposed to be killing each other. I knew Lucifer and I will never be friends, mainly because I didn't intend to be, and he despised me, as he so politely had put it, but that didn't mean I shall have a reason to be his nemesis.

Each time I leave hell, I get the feeling I leave a part of me there... Or maybe I bring something with me. Whichever it is, the now, familiar feeling of change rushed through me with a tingling sensation as we stepped through the gates. I knew what I wanted to do next... The murders could wait, I first had to set the record straight.

"Do you know the full prophecy?" my question obviously tore Jude from his thoughts, since it took a few seconds for him to look up at me from our coffee machine. His velvet eyes scanned me with an emotion right between caution and curiosity, before opening his mouth to answer.

"Not the full... just the more drastic parts, I guess. I never took the time to study it" he admitted still a little questioningly. I knew each time I asked something suspicious, he was trying to tell how bad of an idea did I set my mind to. I was seated in my armchair, playing with my walking-stick in one hand, spinning it around between my fingers while I was thinking, my eyes fixated on the floor for a while.

"Tell me what you know" I prompted, raising my gaze to his. He hesitated for a second, but as our coffees got ready, he got both cups and brought one to me, sitting down on the couch with his own.

"Hmmm... It writes about Judas quite vaguely, before he meets Chaos. I recall the text mentions, that Judas's type of love is damned to destroy his subject of affection, no matter what it is, due to his uncontrollable flames..." he almost scoffed, remembering the story "He falls in love with a mortal, Chaos, and helps him destroy both heaven and hell. As for Chaos... he is described to be wrathful, and power-hungry. Also having a "twisted sense of justice" and being "overwhelmingly enthralled by darkness"..." I smiled, as I was listening to Jude. His voice serious and gentle, also trying to be cynical, though we probably both knew I, vaguely, but fitted the description. It was quite sweet of him, to pretend I wasn't all these things, and I could only feel grateful for his efforts.

"Isn't there any particular thing that the prophecy speaks about, that I will do? Before killing Lucifer?" I pushed further, earning another questioning glance from him.

"What are you trying to get at?"

I smiled a little, determination glimmering in my eyes.

"I can't prove, that you aren't in love with me..." I began, gesturing towards him with my hand as I spoke. Jude gave me a look that I couldn't put anywhere really, it was somewhere between exhausted and "Are you kidding me?"... I knew he was tired of my plans, and that we already had a rough two days behind us, but this was important, and I also imagined he would like it for once.

"... But maybe if I could read the prophecy more precisely, I could find something that I can just break... If I managed to do anything, that it says I won't, I could prove it's bullshit, and all of us would be freed from it!" To my disappointment, Jude didn't share my enthusiasm... I thought I found the cure to all our problems, but he only gave me a soft smile that grown-ups give to kids, who still dream way too big.

"The point of the prophecy is that it's vague... I can't imagine there would be anything in it, that you could easily disprove... And even if there was, it's kept in heaven... And I hope I'm not being rude to assume neither of us is getting in there any time soon." He stood up from his place, giving a gentle ruffle to my hair, before drinking down the last sip of his coffee.

Disappointment overwhelmed me, though I didn't let it show much... Jude didn't seem like someone who would give up easily on things, but it appeared that he had no desire to clear his name, or he didn't believe I could do anything about

that.

"You know more about the prophecy, isn't that right?" I prompted, my voice a low mumble since I barely just had this thought "You just keep things from me... Like that fact that Chaos dies young, right? What else is in that prophecy that I can't know?" My eyes bore into his back, as he was turned away, washing his mug silently.

"You are being paranoid, Seth..." he brushed me off calmly, as he put his now cleaned cup away in the drawer, then spun around to face me again.

"Don't give me tha-" I was promptly silenced by the sight of Jude beginning to undress. Just the image of him taking his tie off, literally made me forget what I was saying, and I had to blink a few times to get back on track, mainly because it caught me off-guard.

"...that" I finished the still barely half-sentence while taking a sip from my coffee. His eyes found mine and his lips curled into a cunning smile.

"Didn't mean to interrupt you, I just thought I'd need a shower..." he explained himself, as if he was actually sorry, or as if he didn't know he'll have this exact effect with his little show. Out of pride, and the need to prove that I'm not that easily tempted, I just kept staring at him and drinking my coffee as he took his shirt off.

"This is our living room" I informed him, my calm gaze settled on his body, or most likely, his face, not willing to admit how much I loved each grin and expression he could put on when he flirted with me. I should probably get some kind of medal for not having sex with Jude all the time, considering our bond and his... everything.

"Yes" he agreed, nodding a little as he put his shirt down on the couch, slowly making his way to me, and he leaned down, resting on his hands that he had put on each arm of my chair.

"You can't distract me with sex whenever I want to know about the prophecy" I breathed, my words only widening his smirk.

"Watch me" he purred, leaning in for a kiss, but he froze just before our lips touched, and I was perfectly aware of the reason.

"Good reflexes, Jude" I complimented with a tantalizing smile, while I kept my walking stick's silver handle just under his chin, only barely not touching his skin with it "Be a good demon and have your shower... Daddy's busy" I whispered the last part on his lips, enjoying the half impressed, half pissed-off expression that he wore for a second, before his eyes filled with that signature dark hunger, and he obliged, straightening up, but his gaze was set on me. I mentally scolded myself for making him stand up because now I couldn't smell his intoxicating scent, but I guess it's worth this expression, and the ability not to lose track of all my important thoughts, especially since he didn't even try to hide his ways anymore.

"Can I help you out before I go? It seems like you need it" he glanced down at the bulge on my pants, and I bit down on my lips, cursing out each overworking hormone in my body. Well... since he asked so nicely...

I was surprised, he let me change our roles like that, but I figured he didn't mind, which was a great mistake, but we'll talk about that later.

I slowly put the walking-stick to my side, so it wouldn't stop him from getting closer, and instead of answering I just uncrossed my legs while sitting, my eyes resting on him with a pleased expression.

"Don't take too long" I teased, my face arrogant and just overall enjoying the changed power-dynamic between us. Though even now that Jude just obliged to whatever I asked, he didn't seem to be submissive whatsoever. His gaze, his posture and movements didn't change one bit, but I guess he can't help his nature.

"Oh, I won't" he promised with a seductive smile, as he slowly got to his knees and since I didn't even help him out by undoing my pants, he started with that.

I tried my best to keep my breathing coherent and don't look like I was overwhelmed with the sight of him between my legs, but it was harder than it sounds.

He ran his hand up my inner tight pushing it wider open, and my skin burned even though his fingers touched it through a thin layer of fabric.

The first second I felt his tongue on my length, I decided to promptly cover my mouth with my hand, yet not making any noises didn't help my embarrassment when his velvet eyes shot up to mine. That dark twinkle, hiding behind the long, dark leashes drove me crazy, and kept me on my guard, knowing he is up to no good... But to my defence, it felt amazing.

He continued running his tongue over me, teasing the tip, but not actually putting it in his mouth for a good minute, which made all my muscles tense up in suspense and impatience. My expression couldn't help but soften with each moan I kept inside, and since he looked up at me quite a few times, I could tell he noticed and enjoyed my involuntary reaction.

"I told you not to make it long..." I complained, but my voice came out breathy and weak, which flustered me even more. Annoyance and neediness now both fuelling my want for him, I bit down on one of my fingers, to keep myself from begging him to start.

"I'm teaching you, so pay attention..." He scolded with a cunning smile, while he kept going, now taking the tip between his lips, and I couldn't help my shaking breath anymore.

"Look at me..." he mumbled deeply, and I obeyed without thinking, letting my eyes flicker to his arousing sight. As if he had previously known this will be the last straw I can take, he finally began using his mouth.

My panting became noticeable, even though my hand was still covering my lips, they couldn't help but stay open, letting out a moan each time he moved his head or just his tongue. His free hand gripped my inner tight painfully, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I've thrown my head back, letting it rest, or more likely, press against the back of my armchair, as I faintly heard my walking-stick fall out of my hand, and hitting the floor.

"Good boy" He breathed out, sending my mind to a place where I could only really pay attention to Jude, and whatever he was doing. Every inch of my body tingled with the amazing feeling that rushed through me with each movement, and though I tried my best to hide it, it was more than noticeable.

"J-Jude..." I begged for nothing, feeling the tension of an orgasm slowly building up in me, which I couldn't really mask anymore.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the last seconds before I would come, but just before the sweet release of finishing would've been able to wash over me, he stopped.

My eyes opened, finding Jude in their dizzy and needy state, as he leaned away from me, and licked his lips off, standing up as if his job was done. As his gaze found mine, he gave me an evil smile, and gently brushed his thumb over my lower lip, cleaning it from some saliva.

I

"I'll be a good demon now and have my shower... and you over here should be a good little boy, and learn how to speak to your master, so maybe he lets you finish next time" he suggested with a sharp look, taking his hands away from me, and he spun around, walking over to our bathroom.

"If you dare to finish by yourself, I'll tie you to a bed, and repeat what just happened a few more times." He threatened, his voice serious and stern, letting me know he wasn't joking by what he just said. I was still just gaping after him, both outraged and devasted about the situation.

"Fuck you!" I shouted after him, but the bathroom door closed without so much as a word from him. For a few seconds, I was still tempted to against his will and just let myself finish, especially because I was so close just a minute ago but... I didn't want to relive all this frustration again, so I just fixed my attire, and tried to think about Vixen and old ladies so I would stop being horny.

I guess Jude doesn't like to be threatened with silver... Who would've thought?

After a good few minutes of trying to cool off, I washed my face using the kitchen sink and got myself a little together, my thoughts slowly returning my mind. I forced myself to pick up on my previous train of thoughts, which went surprisingly smoothly.

The only good thing about this was probably, that despite his best efforts, the prophecy was still on my mind... Maybe Jude can't get me into heaven, or just doesn't have access to the full prophecy but Leon most likely does... But how do I find him? Do I just follow the smell of utter betrayal and a terrible brother? Also... It doesn't seem like he would have a lot of reasons to help me, seeing as I declared war between us by burning a house to the ground...

I could only think of one place that would be fitting to meet with an angel, and since there was only one nearby, I quickly decided to go there. I couldn't get my mind off it, and I sure as hell couldn't sleep with... with my situation, so I got my coat and my walking stick and quickly wrote a note for Jude, letting him know I went out to buy some groceries.

I think we were both aware, that we lied to each other quite often, but I dared to believe it was out of sheer concern for one another. I didn't want Jude to know I was meeting Leon, knowing what I know now about them, and he didn't want me to know the dark fate of Chaos... But I was positive, I wasn't him, or even if I was, my destiny wasn't written in stone.

I was going to clear his name. I was going to clear all our names, and this whole chain of disasters will finally be over...