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Wrath and Love: Chapter Eighteen

“Pepi? I'm sorry I ruined your night.” Todd spoke in a groggy, soft voice, laying his head down on Pepito's shoulder when he felt the arm that was wrapped around him tighten and letting his eyes slip closed.

“Sssh.” Pepito leaned his own head down a little to place a quick kiss on the Todd's forehead, repressing a shiver when he felt hot, steady breathing against his neck. “Stop apologizing, Todd. We can see the play tomorrow. It won't be opening night, but it'll be fine.”

After the bath, they had dressed him in loose, soft clothes, topped with a bathrobe, for his trip to the medical center that had been set up on one of the lower floors. It was obvious now that he was feeling some mild effects of blood loss, as he was currently leaning against, and half hugging, Pepito in the elevator and by the looks of him he was well on his way to falling asleep like that. Pepito laughed softly, only smiling wider when the movements in his chest caused Todd to emit an unhappy groan and tighten the grip on his shoulder.

Despite the humor, and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, the cuteness, of the situation, it did worry Pepito that Todd had been acting so unstable lately. He had been more needy and attention seeking recently, at least with Pepito. Sometimes it was nice, but he seemed to have developed an almost bipolar tendency to go from snuggly or playful to full on bitch mode in no time, which was...disturbing.

The elevator dinged to signal the arrival at their requested location, and Todd felt himself being shaken. “Unnhh.”

“Wake up, Amigo. We're here.”

“Uhmm. I wasn't asleep.”

“Sure you weren't. Can you walk on your own?”

“Of course.” Todd pushed himself away from Pepito, then had to catch himself on the railing when he fell into the other side of the elevator wall. “Heh. Who put this here?”

“Todd?”

Todd blinked a few times until the world seemed more steady. “I'm joking. I'm fine.” This time he made it out of the lift without incident, though he didn't protest when Pepito draped his arm under his shoulders afterwards, as they made their way to the examination room, where he stumbled again when Marla opened the door.

He felt Pepito's hands move up to grasp his arms, making sure he didn't fall, and could feel his face turning red as Marla looked him up and down.

“What happened exactly?” She looked through Todd to address Pepito.

“The details are unimportant. He's lost some blood, and now he's feeling lightheaded. I think he needs an infusion, and...after that I need to talk to you about something else.”

She gave him a hard look, but relented, stepping out of the doorway to the room. “Very well. Lets have him lie on that table, and after I get his vitals, we'll get everything set up.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“My pleasure, Pepito.”

Todd let Pepito help him onto the table, doing his best not to squirm through all of the standard tests that Marla was preforming on him, and all the while becoming more paranoid that she was going to murder him any second. Her movements were oddly detached, mechanical, like she was forcing herself to do every task when what she really wanted to do was drain the rest of his blood from his body. Maybe she really was jealous!

And Pepito was touching him too much, probably fueling her rage. Todd reached up with his free hand, the one that wasn't being prepped for a needle and IV, to push Pepito's hand away from his hair for the third time. He had read somewhere a few years back that demons have a special affinity for hair, and, though it had seemed like a random, baseless statement at the time, it did seem to be true for Pepito.

This time, Pepito took the offending hand into his own instead of going back to his hair, but Todd wasn't sure if that was better or worse because the next thing he knew, a long needle was being shoved into his arm rather forcefully. He winced as he looked to Marla, who was glaring at him again, but tried not to make a sound. After the sack of cold blood had started to flow through the tubes and into his veins, which stung horribly, she left the room to update some file, claiming that she would “be right back”.

Pepito leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Shit, Todd. What did you do to her?”

“I don't know! She's been like that for...for a while.”

“Well, whatever it was, I wouldn't advise doing it again.”

“I think I'm doing it right now.” He looked down at their entwined hands.

“What?”

“Nothing. Hey, is it serious with you and Marla?”

“Serious how?”

“Umm...romantically, I guess. Although...maybe religiously too.” Could that explain her being upset with him about selling his soul? He knew that some of the coven members had been jealous that he had been initiated at the same level as them without going through whatever trials they had, and by the great Adrian himself no less.

“Romantically, I wouldn't say that it's serious...not just yet anyway, but I think that you and I have different ideas of serious when it comes to such things. Religiously, I should hope it's serious. Pledging your eternal soul to a cause should always be serious, wouldn't you agree?”

“You know I would.” Todd smiled sarcastically, swinging their clasped hands back and forth between them in something of a parody of adoring cheer, though there was real humor buried somewhere in there as well.

“That's convincing.” Without releasing Todd's hand, Pepito took a seat on the edge of the medical bed beside him, leaning back into the cushion.

“I try.”

“It shows.”

“Thanks for noticing.”

“Todd, what do you think of Marla?”

“What do you mean?”

“I suppose I want to know what you think before it potentially becomes serious. You know, all of those things that I said about you being family wasn't just a gimmick to get your soul. You're an important part of my life, and if you didn't like someone...well, that would be a problem.”

“O-oh. Well, I...I guess I liked her pretty well until she started hating me. And I think that might get better if you and I aren't living in the same apartment. I could take the one Edgar had when he was here...7A?”

“Amigo, if you want your own place, that's fine, though you'll have to wait until I'm satisfied that you'll be safe there. But don't let Marla, or anyone else, make you feel like to have to move out. She can be rather intimidating if you let her, but if you stand up to her, she'll respect you more.”

Todd rather doubted that method would work for him, but nodded his head anyway. It probably worked for Pepito simply because he actually had the power to back it up. And power appeared to be what his and Marla's relationship centered around. Pepito actually seemed to enjoy the small moments when it became apparent that the woman was using her knowledge, skills and especially sex appeal to manipulate him into whatever she wanted. And Marla seemed to take any demonstration of authority over her as a personal challenge to somehow turn it to her advantage.

“Do you want to move out?”

“...No, but-”

“Then don't. If she doesn't come around, then it's her loss.”

“Pepito, I can't just keep living with you indefinitely. I mean, eventually you're going to get married and have kids and stuff, right?”

“It's likely.”

“Wouldn't that be really awkward? Like more awkward than 'my forty year old son still lives at home in the basement' awkward?”

“I don't think so. Besides, the convenience of live-in baby-sitting would cover this supposed 'awkward' nicely.”

“Oh, great. Now I see how it is.”

“Heh. Don't worry, Amigo. That's what Minnie and Roman are for.”

“Oh. So, you're going to bring them back after...uh...”

“Death? No need. Well, unless they meet an untimely demise somehow. No one in the original New York Coven has aged a second since my birth.” Pepito smiled at the shocked look. “It was a gift from my father for their part in bringing me into the world. Don't tell me that you haven't noticed that they look nearly the same as when you saw them in High School?”

“I thought...that I just didn't remember the first time very clearly. But why didn't he make them younger?” Todd frowned. The revelation reminded him of countless Faustian tales in which deals with the Devil went horribly and inexcusably wrong because of his trickster nature.

“He will. After we win the final battle. And then I get to choose some people to bestow that gift upon as well, according to their efforts in the war and my own desires. Of course, travel between Earth and Hell will be much easier then anyway. And I'll have an impressive castle built, so no one living with me will be cramped.”

Todd bit the corner of his lower lip in thought. Some aspects of what Pepito was telling him sounded an awfully lot like the promises made by the Christian God about the Resurrection. He wasn't sure what that meant, what it said about both sides, but it was odd. That was for sure. As he was thinking of a way to say this without causing any offense, both of their attention was stolen by Marla reentering the small room. She seemed a little less volatile as she checked his vitals again.

Pepito stood up again to give her room to work.

“Alright. He's looking pretty good as far as general health goes. Only needed about a quart and a half of blood, so I wouldn't call this an emergency. Still, it's good you brought him because those things can be hard to assess on your own.” This time she shot Pepito a glare instead, pulling a folded sheet of paper from her lab coat after finishing with Todd. “Here. I would have expected you to know this stuff already, but apparently you need this.”

Her hand went back into the coat as he glanced over the page to retrieve a white plastic bag that she had half-filled with disposable scalpels, sanitary wipes, antibacterial healing ointment and bandages. She handed the bag to Pepito. “Bring them back to me when you're finished so that I can dispose of them properly.”

“Ahem, I see,” Pepito cleared his throat as he took a quick look in the bag, “Do you think we could...”

“Of course.”

Folding the paper in half and passing it down to Todd, he led Marla from the room to have quick discussion. “I'll be right back, Todd. Just rest there for a while, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” The words had barely left his lips before the door to Marla's office closed behind them, and Todd let out a yawn, covering his mouth with his now IV free arm despite the lack of company. He unfolded the paper that Pepito had given him, hoping that it might prove interesting enough to keep him awake until they were finished doing...whatever it was they were doing.

“Holy shit!” The page in question was entitled “Blood Sports: A BDSM Safety Guide”.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Pepito leaned back against it with a sigh. He watched Marla take a seat on one of the chairs in front of her desk, her lab-coat ridding up to expose a pale thigh as one leg was crossed over the other. To her left, there was a large one-way mirror, through which he could see Todd staring wide-eyed at the paper he had left him with. One corner of his lips turned up slightly.

"Ahem." Marla arched a brow when his gaze drifted back to her.

"It wasn't what you think, the blood loss."

"Oh, yeah?"

"He's … having some issues with depression."

"For how long?"

"Ever since the Initiation-no, since my birthday, I suppose. But he wasn't dangerous to himself then." Pepito shook his head. "You will keep this confidential, won't you?"

"Of course. Besides, Todd's not a prisoner anymore, so he does have privacy rights now, correct?"

"Yes. I'm going to need you to do some blood work in case it's biological. And … you've been studying aural reading at the dungeons, haven't you?"

She smiled. "How else would I been able to identify the Christ if the situation arose."

"Good. The less people that I have to involve with this, the better. I know some are already questioning his place among us. You'll need to have the necessary equipment moved here, and soon. Then it will just be you and Abe. No outside doctors."

"As you wish." A long moment passed during which neither of them spoke. "So, is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"Not quite. I'm afraid there's also the increasing lack of professionalism reflected by your dress."

Marla shrugged, her lip curling up into a slight smirk as she slowly spread her legs to reveal nothing beneath her buttoned coat but black lacy panties. "I'm not used to being on call 24/7. Your call woke me up."

Pepito's gaze lingered for a moment. "Is that so?" The question was rhetorical because he already knew that it wasn't so. She'd been wearing clothes, something dark, under that same coat before she left to print out that paper, he was sure of it.

She nodded. "And once I'm awake, it can be hard … getting back to sleep."

"Perhaps I could help you with that." She stood up as he walked closer to take the lapples of the lab coat, pulling them apart so that all of the buttons popped off to reveal a lacy bra that matched her panties and emphasized her cleavage.

Marla grabbed his arm to pull him closer, not hesitating to met his lips and then his tongue with her own when he leaned in for a kiss that only deepened as he pushed her until her back hit wall right beside the mirror. Then his mouth moved down to her neck, sucking aggressively and occasionally giving her little bites that made her moan. He pulled the coat from her shoulders, his hands went behind her back to unhook her bra, and she let both items fall to the floor before pulling the shirt he was wearing over his head so it could join them.

Pressing her body harder against the wall, Pepito groaned as her naked breasts brushed against his chest and his hardness against her stomach. She raised one leg to wrap partly around him as she used the wall for leverage to grind against him, and his hand on her back moved down to squeeze her supple ass. He used the grip to pull her closer, increasing the delicious friction, before moving down even farther to let his fingers slip into the panties near where they meet her legs. She bit his lip when he finally touched her there, rubbing his fingers back and forth to wet them before slowly penetrating her as best he could from that angle.

Marla gave his lower lip a tug with her teeth before kissing him hard. She moved back and forth against his fingers, wanting them deeper, and moaning when a third finger joined the two already inside her. As she became wetter, the thrusting feeling normalized, losings some of the initial excitement until one of the fingers moved out and back, rubbing against her other hole before gently pressing inside. She moan again at the feeling of fullness with both of her areas occupied. That was the thing about anal sex really, the discomfort never really eased enough that you could forget that someone was inside you, even if it was just a finger.

Pulling away from her mouth, Pepito ran his tongue over the outer shell of her ear as one of her hands worked at the zipper of his pants. He bit down lightly on the lobe when her hand wrapped around his member, then continued to suck on both the lob and a silver earring that pierced it as she stroked him. Her other hand held onto his shoulder, purposefully scratching him with the short nails on her hand every now and then.

Marla pushed her head back as far as it would go against the wall when Pepito pressed in even closer, rubbing the tip of his cock against her hard clit. Her hips rocked against him harder for a few moments, before she leaned forward to whisper hotly in his ear, "I want to see you."

He let out a short laugh at the request before letting his infernal form rise to the surface, no longer hidden by the near constant check he kept it in. During the small transformation, one that only psychically sensitive people could even see, he watched her eyes widen with an awed light that didn't waste much time before turning to lust. It wasn't an uncommon reaction with initiates. He kissed her again, harder than before, removing his fingers to press himself against her wetness.

"Wait."

He almost groaned again, this time in frustration, but immediately did as she said.

Pushing lightly on Pepito's shoulder so she had a few feet of room, Marla bent down to pick up her lab coat, digging in one of the deep side-pockets and pulling out a condom and a small bottle of lubrication.

Pepito almost smiled. Not many people who knew who he was, and still wanted to sleep with him, had kept that kind of presence of mind in the past. Then again, most people who wanted to sleep with him were attracted to dangerous elements, and many of the women probably wanted an extra little gift from the encounter. He let out a sigh when Marla poured a few drops of the liquid onto his member before rolling the condom out to confine it within the thin latex that he knew would cut out a small degree of sensation.

She smiled when she looked back up at him, turning her head to follow where his gaze had been, looking out the mirror at Todd, who by now had pulled his legs up and laid on his side, almost in a ball on the small bed. "Do you wanna watch?"

"Uh ..." Pepito only raised a brow at the odd question, then watched as Marla turned toward the mirror with a smirk.

"I've got an idea." There was an edge reminiscent of a window sill about three inches wide on the office side of the mirror, roughly three feet off the ground … not a bad height if she rested her knees on it, which she did.

For a moment Pepito just stood there, staring at Marla's back and through the mirror at an unknowing Todd. He licked his lips when she spread her legs far apart, then walked up close behind her, discovering that both of their reflections showed up a bit when they were that close. It wasn't the same quality that a real mirror would have. Marla's face, as well as his own, was somewhat transparent, while everything in the next room was clear and solid.

He touched her side with the tips of his fingers, running naturally black nails up and down her torso and then her thighs. When she let out a deep breath, he took her right hand in his own, pressing it against the glass and slipping a few fingers around to contact the palm, where her mark was. It would be easier to read her emotions that way, even though Marla was more resistant, more guarded, in that area than most. His other hand reached around to ghost lightly over her breasts and stomach before traveling down to rub her clitoris as he once again pressed against her entrance, this time from behind. He savored the feeling of her muscles expanding and then contracting again around him as she took him in inch by inch.

When he was finally in all the way, he pulled back out, slowly reinserting himself a few more times before picking up the pace. He kept her hand pressed against the mirror as he thrust in and out, letting her hips do part of the work to meet him half way as well. As they continued, their bodies produced a moist smacking noise. Marla's body became slick on the outside with sweat and on the inside with other fluids that made her feel looser to Pepito, and softer, almost impossibly so, at the same time. Then her lower muscles tightened around him, squeezing in a tight contrast to moments before. At the same time, all of her other muscles seem to go slack so that he had to hold up all her weight as she panted and moaned in his arms.

He moaned as well, but forced himself to pull out before either of them had finished their orgasms. He smirked when he saw Marla's eyes narrow in the mirror that was now foggy with her hot, heavy breathing. "How badly do you want it?"

"Ha." She paused to try and catch her breath. "Not as badly as you."

"Mmm. Since I'm the one who knows both of our desires, I think I'll be the judge of that. I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised, but at least I'm not the jealous type." He saw her eyes widen in the mirror as he kissed her neck.

Her frame suddenly tensed a little. "Which one of us would you be jealous of?"

His nose brushed against her neck, and then his lips ghosted against her right ear so that he could whisper softly. "Does it matter?"

"No." She shivered slightly as he drew back a few inches, but didn't really move from his current position or let loose her hand.

"I like you, Marla. And I don't feel particularly compelled to try to control whom you, or Todd, sleep with. But if you hurt him … well, let's just say you'll regret it."

She let out a hostile laugh. "You should know I wouldn't do that. Isn't that why you hired me to begin with?"

"Yes, perhaps ironically so." He met her eyes in the mirror, and saw pits of fire reflected in them. It was like someone else's eyes staring back at them both for a second, before he realized they were his own, that they had been since he had died and come back. He still wasn't used to them. "No matter your personal feelings for Todd, whether they be positive or negative, I expect you to treat him with respect and common courtesy. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She sighed, letting more of her weight rest against the glass in front of her. "I'm sorry. None of that was really directed at him personally. I guess he's just an easy target because he takes everything so passively. It won't happen again."

Pepito nodded as his soul deemed hers to be telling the truth. "You should tell him that."

"I will."

"Good. Now, were where we?"

"Right about here, I think." She moved his right hand back down against her clitoris, and his fingers curled inside her, rubbing and penetrating at the same time.

His grip lighted on her hand as he leaned closer to her ear again. "I have an idea of my own." He felt her body tense as spiritual tendrils wrapped around her, holding her up for the both of them, and replacing his hand inside her. The hand moved up to wrap around her abdomen and grip her right hip, giving him more leverage to push slowly into her back entrance. Another appendage worked at her clit and her breasts as his thrusts sped up, filling her completely and making her scream out in a mix of pleasure and pain loud enough that, behind the glass, Todd jerked awake from his sleep and looked dazedly around the room.

End Chapter!

Notes:

-"Blood Sports -- A group of techniques in which the submissive's skin is broken and blood is allowed to escape. Since the advent of AIDS and the spread of hepatitis, interest in blood sports has declined and those who practice it have developed techniques to protect themselves. The most common blood sport is cutting." http://www.butch-femme.net/butchfemmenetwork_011.htm
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