Chapter 2

Ira forced Kev down to kneel between his knees and released his cock from his pants. Kev almost shied back—Ira was hung like a stallion—but the demon’s hand was on his head again and the demon’s head was on his lips. Before Kev knew it, Ira was fucking his face so hard he could feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. If Kev wasn’t a demon himself he might be self-conscious about how hard he was right now, how much he ached with desire even as he choked on the largest mouthful of cock he’d had in years. But demon fucking was always furiously to the point and at least just a little painful.

When Kev started gagging too hard Ira popped his cock out, undid Kev’s pants, and pushed Kev to the crumbling asphalt. Bits of gravel pressed into Kev’s palms and knees as he gasped for breath, Ira moving to kneel behind him. The demon spat on his cock to add more than just Kev’s saliva, then pressed the head up against Kev’s ass. Ira sucked in a breath and thrust.

Kev’s entire body tensed and he howled. Even having sucked on such a cock moments ago, it was something else entirely to have it so far up his ass. He’d fucked a lot of things since he’d gotten to Hell, but Ira’s cock was certainly one of the more challenging items on that long list. Ira grunted above him and thrust, hitting him just right. Kev propped himself on one hand and grabbed for his own shaft, hardening fast again after the initial response to Ira’s size. He was going to come so hard it would hurt.

But Ira grabbed Kev’s hand before he could make contact with his cock and twisted it around to the small of Kev’s back. Destabilized, Kev hit the asphalt hard. Ira’s hand ground his face into the gravel and weeds. He paused only a moment before pounding Kev’s ass.

“God, please,” begged Kev into the pavement. His cock was trapped between his stomach and the rough asphalt, and it didn’t much care at the moment, so desperate to get off as it was.

“Yeah, pray for me,” said Ira. He ground Kev’s face into the pavement once more before releasing him and grabbing his cheeks, pulling them apart to thrust even deeper.

Kev choked, eyes damp again, and then Ira’s hand was sliding under him. When the demon’s thumb touched the head of Kev’s cock, he nearly lost it, and then Ira’s palm was between Kev’s cock and the asphalt, cushioning, offering enough touch. The next time Ira stuck him right Kev came, hard, grabbing the pavement with his hands, groaning loud and long. Instinctively he pressed his ass back into Ira, sending the demon over the edge. Ira growled and pumped out every last burst of come he had.

“Oh, God,” groaned Kev, numb from the pleasure and pain of it, as Ira pulled out.

“Lord’s name in vain. Nice,” said Ira, and left Kev lying on the pavement.

Now Kev squatted over the circle he was scrawling, half-hard from remembering that night. In the days since he’d occasionally gotten off by pressing his still-raw cheek up against some rough surface until his eyes smarted and handling his cock like it couldn’t break even if he tried. Yes, Ira would be an ideal date to the perverted festivity that was Helloween, and not just because he’d be up for fucking Kev’s brains out repeatedly. He was a catch in Hell, and Kev figured he could use the boost in status.

He had everything he needed. Blood, candles, instruction book in easy enough language even he couldn’t screw it up. And of course, a piece of Ira. Kev finished the intricacies in the lower left of the circle and grabbed the envelope containing one of Ira’s dark hairs, which he’d found on his clothes after he’d peeled himself off the pavement and staggered back to Hell. He grabbed up the bowl to burn it in, bent the cover back on his book again, and recited the incantation.

Smoke rose up from the bowl in serpentine curls, angry and quick. Kev took several steps back, then several more, as the reek of burning hair filled the room and the smoke thickened. He coughed, suddenly aware of another presence in the room, but unable to see him. Kev waved his hand in front of his face for a full minute before giving up and staggering to the window to open the pane.

The sour, biting smoke rushed out as the stench of Hell leaked in, the noise and the negative energy. Kev turned back, trying to think of something to say to Ira and cursing himself for not having thought of it ahead of time. But the man standing in the middle of the circle in his boxers, peering around, wasn’t Ira at all. This man was closer in size to Kev, skin paler than Ira’s, hair dark…also a decently hot pick for a date, but not at all who Kev had been intending to appear.