Make Me

Seth's POV:

I decided to bring Jude to one of the best, and almost the cheapest restaurants in town, more precisely to Jimmy's Kitchen.

I've never met Jimmy, and I doubt that anyone ever had since the owner's name always has been Thomas, yet somehow no one came about to question this phenomenon, and I guess this mystery will remain unsolved.

The inner decor resembled or tried to resemble the inside of an old ship, with the wooden floor, and walls, and the strange but comfortable circular seats and tables. We sat down somewhere in the far back, in a corner, while I watched the demon observe his surroundings with slight scepticism.

"Not as fancy as where you took me, but the food is great" I defended calmly, and he nodded in agreement.

"I don't mind cheap dates."

"Is this a date?" I cocked an eyebrow up with amusement, and he offered me a cunning smirk.

"I'm your boyfriend, silly" I couldn't fight off the smile from my lips, so I had to mirror his expression, and I don't even know why. Maybe I found it funny, how we were joking, but also not really. After all, we lived together, occasionally had sex, and generally, Jude had no concept of personal space, so I guess if you'd ask anyone, we might as well be a couple... Who knows, it's hard to draw the lines when you have a match... and it's even harder to care about these lines when he comes close.

I sighed, lost in my thoughts for a second before he regained my attention:

"So, we are killing the principal, right?"

For a second, it struck me, that my life was at a place where murder was a casual conversation topic, and I didn't know how to feel about it. I shouldn't be surprised, after all, more than 70 people died by my hands, but I didn't feel the responsibility that much since I didn't see them die... They just... ceased to exist, for me. Even Harvis just disappeared from the face of Earth, I didn't feel like their blood stuck to my hands, even though it obviously did. Those were my kills and my sins, no doubt.

"Yes." I retorted shortly, and he nodded a few.

"Are you going to tell me, what all these people did, or do you just expect me to send them to death without a question?" my gaze wandered up to Jude, and I let our eyes lock. "Would you, do it?"

Silence settled between us, a little heavier than I expected it to be. I didn't know what my question meant. I wasn't asking about his loyalty, nor his morals, I knew enough about both of those... It was something different, but I couldn't tell what.

Maybe what I really meant was... Would he do it, just for me? Just because I want him to.

"I would" he stated after a little while, and I gulped from an intense emotion I couldn't describe, but it was clearly there and visible in his eyes.

I glanced at the menu, not that I was reading it, just trying to collect my thoughts before I get lost in those velvet eyes once more.

"Harvis... preyed upon the schoolgirls... We all heard the rumours about it, but no one took them seriously. We just thought people didn't like him, so they began talking' of these types of things" my voice struggled to keep nonchalant, which wasn't surprising given the subject, but I didn't want to really get emotional about it "I had a friend... Well...maybe an enemy. Lola... She was like me, just a girl. Maybe worse." a pause came in order, as I couldn't help but smile at her memory. Those fiery curly locks, and that forever-angry face... "She was a troublemaker, and we kind of hated each other, but... In a friendly way. We were in detention together, talked a lot too. I drew black-fire unicorns for her, and she showed me how to pinch the most effectively and painfully." Jude chuckled a little, glancing down at the table, and I blushed a little for some reason, clearing my throat to continue.

"She changed one day. Stopped coming to detention... her grades went down so much she was threatened to repeat the grade... I only found out much later, what was bothering her. I caught Harvis, by accident" my stomach turned at the memory and I couldn't help but frown, swallowing my disgust "I went to the principal, but he ignored me, without the actual victim... I begged Lola for a long time before she agreed to come and certify my statement, but all for nothing. The principal called in Harvis and told him that we were both talking nonsense. I was suspended for a week, and Lola was kicked out. I haven't seen her ever since." as I was finished, the waiter interrupted our, or perhaps my, grieving silence, and we gave our orders a little hesitantly, before being left alone again.

"I'm glad he burned alive" Jude commented quietly, and I gave him an odd look, questioning if he was playful or just informing.

I decided it was the latter.

"That makes two of us... But this time, I want to see it. I want to see him die. Can you do that?"

"I thought you'd want to end him yourself..." our eyes locked again, as I was a little taken aback by the offer... well that makes sense, somehow I didn't even think of it until' now... I guess because it was much easier to get the dirty work done by someone else.

"I'm a little reluctant to get my hands dirty" I admitted, rubbing my chin as I tried to collect my thoughts "Does it feel... bad?"

"Killing?"

"Yes"

"I wouldn't know. I never killed anyone who mattered to me, good or bad" he shrugged, and leaned back in his chair, keeping his gaze locked on me "maybe it's best if you watch me do it first"

"You aren't vengeful, though you'd have all the reasons to be" he looked a little surprised at my sudden change of topic, and I was too since I just said out loud a thought that crossed my mind suddenly. It astonished me that he had no personal agenda against Leon or Heaven, after what they had done.

"I wouldn't feel satisfied. Nothing could give me back what they had taken... or I thought so for a long time" his sigh told a long, painful story, yet it was hard to read his emotions even now. "What do you mean?"

He just glanced at me with a telling look but didn't say anything for a few seconds, as if he decided to answer with his eyes "I found something, that I need more than I ever needed my wings"

His statement didn't sound like a lie, yet because he said it while keeping eye-contact, I almost felt like he was addressing it to me... which would be a far stretch, even in my case, as his match, but regardless I felt my heart pick up the pace. "You speak in riddles" I mumbled, not finding my voice suddenly, and he just gave me a knowing smile.

"It's honestly only a riddle for you, my dear" he chuckled "But well... We can't both be the smart ones, can we?" his tease eased my mood briefly, so I glared at him, with a playful smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Our meals soon arrived, and I began consuming mine as if there was no tomorrow. I've missed breakfast.

Our lunch went smoothly, and we quickly returned to our hotel afterwards, still deciding upon the method of putting the principal 6 feet underground... I didn't want to talk of the matter for the rest of the afternoon and felt the need to forget it for a little while, despite only coming back to this god-awful town to get him, I had to be patient, and I needed a quick break.

I didn't think the mention of Lola would get me so upset. I guess I still felt guilty for worsening her situation... Although I had the best intentions for a change, I ended up ruining her life even more, and there was nothing I could do about it anymore.

Other than, of course, serving justice.

"What on your mind, darling?" Jude's voice called me back to reality, and my eyes flickered to the demon as he was making himself comfortable in one of the small armchairs the hotel room had to offer. His long limbs way too big for such an unpractically sized seat, so it was almost amusing as he sat there, his hands hanging down at the side, and his legs stretched to their full length, only touching the floor with his heels. He reminded me of the dream-monster, just in a sense that in that position his arms and legs looked so long.

"I think I'll wait this full day before we continue to pursue the plan"

He just gave me a small nod, and a soft smile that reassured me he doesn't mind and is polite not to ask what's holding me back. He knew I wouldn't reply either way.

While everyone kept saying, that the main element of Jude was evilness, I strongly disagreed. The first adjective I would describe him with was, ironically, gentle. He truly was, even when being sinister, he did it was a soft grace that only he could pull off... The pain he caused was small, but deep and delicate, tiny comments here and there, manipulative words twisting around his wicked tongue, accompanied with a polite demeanour that wrapped it up perfectly. Even his sadistic darkness was gentle, but cruel nonetheless... That night, when I've had my punishment... He was still reserved, maybe a little more superior... More overwhelming.

That night, was the first time in my entire life, that I've felt the presence of a god... Or to put it better... Jude became my god for that night, giving me more than the real one had ever.

"Pick a safe-word, dear" the order was clear but soft-spoken, which somehow didn't ruin its overpowering spell for me to obey. As I was kneeling on the hotel room's floor, somewhere near the bed, without seeing a damn thing, I could easily feel my body tremble from the suspense and excitement. Jude was positioned somewhere behind me, but I didn't know exactly where his steps were silent like a cat's, and my eyes blindfolded.

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"I don't need one" I replied coolly, and I heard him make a small "ts" sound with his tongue in disapproval.

"Yes, you do. Pick one" he repeated his demand, and my jaw clenched in response to his disobedience to my statement... I couldn't get used to the fact that our roles were reversed...

We have only begun now and already felt like I'll not be able to do this the whole night. I didn't need that fucking safe word, I wasn't some weak ass little boy, but since I promised him to play along to my punishment, I didn't get up and start arguing with him... And I couldn't really, I didn't know how to stand up from this position.

"Get on with it" my quiet mumble was soon followed by a low and loud groan, my voice trembling from the agony, my eyes opening wide under the tie. I didn't see anything still, but the sharp stinging pain that came down my back forced me to pant as if I had run a marathon. My back arched, and I fell forward, my head luckily finding the mattress somewhere in front of me, so I could stay in my kneeling position.

"Red" I said quickly the first safe word that I could think of, as tears threatened to roll down my cheeks.

"Don't force me to hit you like that ever again, Seth" he hummed behind me, and I suddenly felt his hand running through the line where the belt has struck my skin. I shivered under the painful touch, pressing my face even more into the mattress at the side of the bed, but it slowly began burning in a much more enjoyable manner and my muscles eased up.

"You'll count." he continued, his tone leaving no place for an argument.

"How much am I getting?" I asked a little hesitantly, suddenly reminded that I forgot the addressing with a swift motion of Jude's claw digging into my skin.

"... Master" I added through clenched teeth from the sensation, and he let go of me, walking further away as much as I could tell from the noises, and my body tensed up, awaiting what comes next.

"We'll stop when I see I've reached the results I want" he stated calmly "And now... count"

One and two came out as the most desperate cries I have ever let out, although he had hit me much less than at the first one. My skin burned in a long line, where the belt had taken its revenge on it, but there was no time for gathering myself, my next scream came out in a form of the word "three" almost immediately.

The fourth was somewhat of a breaking point, and though my legs were shaking, and my knees were threatening to give up under me, my mind went blank with a pleasant, and peaceful feeling I could only describe as contentment. My continuous screams kept my mouth open, causing me to start drooling at one point, but that was around the 6th strike, and by then, I had completely forgotten about my pride. It didn't even occur to me if this is humiliating or not, my mind just blankly did whatever I was supposed to for the first time in my life.

"T-ten" I trembled out, my voice now more lude than pained, most likely from the uncomfortably hard erection that had been torturing me during the punishment. I was panting while waiting for the next strike, but the belt didn't come off on me, as I had expected.

"Crawl to my feet"

"I-I can't see you" my answer didn't turn out to be the one he was waiting for, because just as I finished it, the leather met my skin again, and I moaned out an 'eleven' almost inaudibly.

He went on for another ten, and somehow all my remaining thoughts, if I had any, became inaccessible. All I heard was his voice and the swinging of the belt. I got used to the trembling, having a hard time to keep on my knees, but I didn't want to disappoint him by falling, so I put all my energy into keeping my assigned position, my hands tightly tied in front of me. I couldn't tell if I was shaking from pleasure, or pain, maybe at the same time, but I was... euphoric. So much so, that if someone were to ask me where or who I was, I could probably not answer without a good minute of thinking it through.

"Twenty." I breathed out, and the strikes stopped once again.

"Crawl to my feet" the order was clear and simple, and despite not knowing exactly where he stood, I pushed myself away from the bed, with a little too much strength so it seems, because I've fallen on my side. Struggling to push myself up to all fours with tied wrists, I was on the floor for a few seconds, but didn't give up that easily. I managed to get up on my arms, and with hardly moving hands I managed to stumble and trip to his feet... Which I only knew, because my face had hit his shoes at one point.

He kneeled down next to my head, or so I could tell, and I felt his fingers slowly undoing his tie, until' the material fell from before my eyes. Adjusting to the lighting, I instinctively looked for his face, but I didn't move. He didn't allow it after all, and it was far from me to displease him. I enjoyed the way he looked at me right now. Proud and satisfied, with a hint of evil glistening in those perfect velvet orbs. I was at his mercy, and nothing in my body wanted it to be otherwise. He grabbed a good chunk of my hair, not painful though, and pulled me into a sitting position so I could meet his eyes easier... If ever, he looked like an aristocrat that night. His hair neatly done, face perfect and sharp, his eyes outlined by his dark lashes, while even his inhumanly sharp teeth complimented his appearance. Small wounds traced his cheekbones from when the car hit him, and that only reminded me of what he did, making a strange, tingling feeling arouse in my tummy.

He was so... Beautiful.

"Are you at your senses, dear?" he questioned, and since I couldn't nod from his tight grasp on my scalp, I opened my mouth to verbally answer.

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"I am... sir" I mumbled out, surprisingly understandably. Truth be told, I didn't know how awake I was, I felt too peaceful to be at my senses, but in the literal sense of it, I did feel and hear everything he did. I could smell his appetizing scent, and I could see his small smile as he observed me.

"Good... Because we are only getting started"

I was swiftly torn from my memories, as Jude stepped closer to me, and I had to blink a few times, to bring myself back to reality... My breathlessness surprised him, which he only signalled with a half-cocked-up eyebrow as if he wanted to know what I was thinking about.

I couldn't tell him... I was physically unable to really, but God damn... I wanted him to do that again.

Everything felt so good that night... dizzyingly good. I don't even know what I was thinking, but luckily, Jude never brought my behaviour up in a way to tease me, as if for him it wasn't a mystery how could I act in such a way, being me... Looking back, I could hardly recognize myself, yet that was the first time in my life I felt fully loved... which is quite ironic taken the context.

"Doesn't matter... Why don't we go out? I've barely been clubbing in this town, maybe there are fun ones" I shrugged, promptly changing my train of thoughts, and he nodded hesitantly.

"Sure... I'll look up what types of places are there" he obliged, taking his phone out, which I didn't even know he had... But to be fair, when do I ever need to call him? I have a "GET OVER HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW" button on my neck... "How about the Pink Panther?" he questioned, and I broke into a small chuckle.

"That sounds like a gay bar"

He gave me a look, that suggested he finds me incredibly stupid, then rolled his eyes.

"How many times do we have to talk this through... I'll try to put it into simpler terms so even you can understand it: You, wanting and letting me fuck you... It's kind of gay... And suggesting a threesome between you, Luci and I is even gayer" his smirk and words heated my cheeks up rather quickly, and I glared at him with all my might.

"Ewww, I wasn't serious, I hate Lucifer"

"Angry sex is amazing."

"JUDE--"

He began laughing at me, his pleasant baritone filling the room, and despite its low volume, I could feel it vibrating in my own chest.

"Darling, don't look at me so distressed, I was joking. I wouldn't share you... sober"

"You really are a piece of work..."

Silence settled on the room as he stopped chuckling, and neither of us said anything. "So Pink Panther it is?" he spoke up as if nothing had happened.

"I... I guess..."