Shadow's Play
Chapter: V. Stroke of Midnight Magic
Pairings: Isaac/Trevor
Warnings: NC-17 baby. No jokes, this time. Yaoi, M/M, Blowing, a bit of bloodplay, some violence, and the must-have ultra hotness of it all.
Summary: Parchment request in hand, Trevor Belmont makes his way to the Abandoned Castle mere moments before midnight as Isaac makes plans to capture his pawn in a favored game of cat and mouse.
Font color this time around?: Black, like Trevor's sullied soul.


His back hit the wall with a dull thud and lips caressed the bite on his neck. “I knew you’d come to play this fun game with me again.” That bastard’s voice purred in utmost satisfaction. Hands made their way slowly up his chest, once again ripping Trevor’s shirt open, this time a black button skittered across the floor.

”Damn you!” The Belmont growled, blue eyes icily blazing. He bit back on his lip to control himself as lips ran over the wound on his neck. “If I would have known you were to do this to me, I would not have come!”

A shrewd look took to Isaac’s face, clever like the beady stare of his black crow. Isaac parted his lips to retort, leaning closely to his ear, whispering something that could only be heard between the two as the clock struck far away at the clock tower, drowning out the sound of his voice.

At Isaac’s words, Trevor’s eyes averted with some unspoken emotion. His expression quickly changed to one of hidden pleasure as the red head grinded their hips together, and he could already feel Isaac’s arousal there. The hardness sent cold yet hot shocks up his spine, as he felt crimson hair tickle his cheek, and orange eyes scan his face as he turned away.

The red moon through the dirty and broken windows awashed them in a scarlet light, and he could feel hands push him down to the cold stone ground and watched with half-hearted interest as Isaac sunk down with him, gently taking his face with the tenderness of a lover, moving down to kiss along his neck. Trevor felt a laugh bubble inside him at the thought. Isaac as a lover, perfect for a night, and then you’d be in Hell with a knife through your back the very next morning. He felt breathe suck in as Isaac inhaled his scent and then felt a smile press against the steadily beating of his vein.

“You smell of sex,” He hummed “And myself.” He added an afterthought with an amused tone. “Did you finish yourself off last night?” Drawing back, Isaac stared into meltingly icy eyes.

Trevor’s face flushed in shame but he could not tear his gaze from the incubus’. He set his jaw in denial, but there was no disagreeing with it—it was true, he couldn’t have helped it even if he wanted to.

“Wicked boy!” Isaac hissed, pulling himself roughly to Trevor, bringing shivers to the brunette.

Trevor didn’t even get a say in the matter when his pants were viciously torn off—how, he didn’t know—but what he did know was the electric feeling thrumming through his body unbearably when Isaac grabbed at him all over, and he bit at his lip not to cry out wantonly, drawing blood. The liquid dripped down his chin in a little stream, only to be hungrily lapped up by Isaac in a crushing kiss that tore at his lips.

He tasted the tangy copper sting of blood in his own mouth and felt Isaac’s roving tongue lick it from his mouth, it smeared between their two mouths, and excited even Trevor when he noticed how excited it made the redhead.

Isaac made hungry noises, lapping at the blood quickly, laving at the cut as his hands roved the rest of his submissive’s body in abandon. He was especially excited when Trevor began making little noises and gasps the closer he got to his need. He tore his mouth away from the brunette’s and dropped between Trevor’s open legs. He bore scratched across his pale thighs, making angry red marks and crisscrossing patterns as he plunged Trevor’s arousal into deep, wet heat.

A cry tore itself from Trevor’s lips, clawing with naked hands at the stone on the floor. He grasped to hard, his fingernails broke and bent back as he scrabbled at the floor. “Nghhhhh..!”

Isaac swallowed hard at his cock, lips moving over it wetly slick with blood and saliva, mouth accommodating his large size, and his hand moved down his own abdomen, made painfully excited by Trevor’s approving sounds. He dipped his hand in his tight leather leggings and grasped his own need, drawing it out of its tight confinements. He gave a hard tug at it, hissing around the length in his mouth, as Trevor stared down in aroused horror of Isaac’s explicit pleasure.

His tounge teased the ‘v’ shaped vein, and it throbbed strongly against his appendage, as he passed wetly over it, mouth moving like melting chocolate or something equally as sweet and tempting over his cock. “Oh God! You bastard…” The brunette hissed, blue eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling. A shuddering moan left Isaac to wrap delightedly around the engorged shaft at his exclamations. Fingers willingly dove into his crown of red locks, and the skin on his shoulders rolled and moved velvety as he shifted the hand he held himself on.

Fingers tightened in his hair painfully and he could tell Trevor was going to reach his climax quickly. Breath above him was shortened, barely controlled gasps as if it was painful to breathe in all this passion. His hand quickened on himself as hips willingly bucked into his mouth, and Isaac made no move to stop him. He was going to come soon, too, he delightedly realized, a surge of passion drove down into his groin as he sucked harder at him, making deliciously whorish slurping sounds, enjoying the taste of his skin—the musky, male scent of leather and sweat in the dark brown curls at the base of his shaft.

His harlot, his incubus.

Digging his free hand’s nails into the pale fresh of Trevor’s thigh, he scraped his teeth against the cock lovingly, and hips snapped up sharply to meet his mouth, “Ghhh..ngh!” as a wrenched itself loose from dark lips. Isaac was further proved of his passion as hot, thick liquid spurted in a strong stream down his welcoming throat.

Isaac licked up every last drop and then leaned up to capture the brunette’s bruised and torn lips, tongue delving inside to give Trevor a taste of himself.

Trevor felt a pang of nausea and a last, sear of heat to his groin as his fuzzy brain recognized the taste as his own semen. He let out a muffled moan, and slumped his weakened body against the wall in defeat. He’d never felt such incredible pleasure in the whole length of his life. The drugging mix of pain and pleasures that brought Heaven and Hell to stand in one place. He let out a shuddered breath as Isaac came as well, white, hot spurts landing on his chest. “Aahh..!” Escaped his rosy lips, the corner speckled with Trevor’s own remains of passion, lips stained with Trevor’s own blood.

The redhead licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the Belmont’s sweet, sweet blood on his red, plump lips. His lips rolled in for a moment as his tongue searched for more, before plumping out again, glistening in the red moonlight delectably.

Trevor watched with an unreadable, grey gaze, eye still glazed with passion as he basked in the remnants of passion and the feeling of being a boneless mass on the floor. The blood still rushed through his ears, deafening.

Standing up, Isaac tucked himself back in his pants and gave a chaste, parting kiss to the brunette, trail of pink saliva following his withdrawing lips.

“You’ve proved to be quite the enjoyable toy, Belmont.” He murmured against his ear. “I’ll seek you out again.” He said, before disappearing under the cover of the damned night. Trevor was left to gather himself, and his wits about him after the incubus left, carrying a part of his soul with him.

---“You knew full well what the words on that parchment really meant, Belmont. Don’t tell a demon lies, he smells lies like fear. So…” A smile, “Why did you come, then?” Moist lips moved against the shell of his ear, accentuating each word. The Clock Tower struck midnight faintly and rang above their heads.---

To be Continued,..