How long it was before Isaac said or done something in the time between them was lost to Trevor, it seemed like he thinking of something. That of course was dangerous in itself, despite he was on top of him, despite his weapon was ten steps down from him—letting Isaac room to think was like handing a sword to a deranged child. Although he was quite sure that was how the redhead was raised, for sure.

Isaac let out a soft sigh into his chest and then got up suddenly, both relieving Trevor and surprising him. He looked down at the brunette, offering a slender hand, “ ‘Tis not the place to be doing such things.” He said, answering Trevor’s unasked question. “Not that it would matter to me anyway.” He smiled and ‘hmphed’ at the other’s refusal of his hand and started up the stairs, “I wish this to be a…” He chuckled softly, yet Trevor felt as though it had racked through his body s his eyes did occasionally, raking through him, tearing down walls of defense. He didn’t feel like such a noble, strong man in the incubus’ presence. “…Special occasion.”

Leaning down, he reached for his whip, and looked up only to find Isaac gone. He blinked his pretty blue eyes, shaking his head. He usually knew what was going on, but this was just one of those times… Chasing madly up the stairs after the man didn’t seem like an ideal action for him, so he slowly made his was up the stairs, carefully peeking around each corner of the spiral staircase as if Isaac would pop out suddenly. After almost reaching the stairs, he knew he obviously wouldn’t do it, so he grew impatient and sprinted up the rest of the stairs, curiosity winning out the best of him.

Reaching the top floor of the wretched tower, he blinked like mad to adjust to the sudden loss of light. The dim hallway was only lit by two faintly glowing candles a way’s away and a single, open door in the midst of rows of many. It spilled out an orange light onto the stone floors which probably came from a natural fire, like a fireplace. He imagined a roaring, warm fireplace and yearned like any man for the homey comfort of it. He was reminded in the vision of brightly burning flames of Isaac’s eyes, blazing with the same amount of intensity.

The second he made his way to the top floor and looked around, he saw a flash of black and red disappear into the open doorway. Trevor snorted aggregately, what sort of game was he trying to play, eh? A game of shadows and illusions, most likely, a dangerous game indeed. Trevor felt he was only a pawn in Isaac’s game, willingly being thrown around and pulled towards the King. He moved down the hallway, the only sound that accompanied him was the sudden fumbling clatter of his boots across the stone, and his rapidly unsteadying breathing. Was he scared? Excited? Anticipating? He didn’t even know the feeling coldly gripping his heart at the moment.

The more he walked, the farther away the door was, it seemed, another illusion, doubtless he told himself. The door only grew more distant the more he pushed toward it, he looked behind him, about to turn and leave and mark it a waste of time, but what greeted him from both sides was a black abyss, about to swallow him whole, crushing him with the complete darkness. He’d never felt fear before, but he was pretty sure this was it he was feeling at the moment. It wasn’t the darkness that threatened him, but the ominous feeling it brought upon him. He sensed something was going to go wrong. He was a Belmont, his senses were never wrong.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, gripping the whip at his side tightly. The whip would be his protector, he told himself. It had protected generations before him, it wouldn’t stop at him. He drew a shuddered breath, telling himself he was being nonsensical, and resumed towards the widely ajar door.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence and choking fear, he made his way over to the door, swallowing at the sight that greeted him.

Isaac had himself sprawled across blood-red satin sheets that caressed his pale, scarred body. He was nude, smiling widely as if a perfectly obvious offer to lay with him. Trevor raised an eyebrow shakily, drawing another breath, reminding himself to breathe. His olive cheeks colored at the thought of lying with Isaac. He mentally kicked himself, repeating over and over again he would only couple with the woman he loved, his wife.

“I realize you grow nervous,” Isaac infiltrated his thoughts with his infectiously seductive voice, “But I do grow impatient of waiting to have you all to myself.” He curled his long fingers to the Belmont in a gestured to come.

The door shut silently behind him, and his legs crossed the room to the edge of the satin bed with their own volition. Isaac pulled him down by his collar roughly, looking him in the eye with a seemingly hypnotic gaze, “Tell me something…” He began.

“Do as you wish.” Trevor said without actually saying it. That meaning that the words fell from his lips without his wish for them to. Without his consent, his hands picked themselves up and ran his gloved fingers through the incubus’ red hair. Had those sunset orange eyes and purr of a voice bewitched him?

A slow smirk of victory stretched languidly across Isaac’s lips. Check, he had his pawn right where he wanted him.

{[Chapter III ]}