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They tussle and the gun flies out of his hand. He's jammed into the floor and made to watch as Balkan says his dark prayer. A strange sense of calm comes over him as he watches and nothing happens. He can't help but chuckle "You missed a step."
"You thought I would need a pentagram on the floor?" Balkan scoffed "No. I am not like that witch Lina. I do not need to debase myself so."
"The devil's favourite sin is pride." Corso grinned, cocking his head back when Balkan glared down at him "I'm not a religious man, but I do know a thing or two about prideful men and women. Perhaps you should have brought the witch with you. You could have given your pride to the devil." He shrugged as best he could "Much more valuable that you word you'd be devoted."
Balkan sneered but behind those intelligent eyes, the man's mind was thinking it over. Clear as day, he was going over everything he knew about the ninth gate, the devil and the legends surrounding both.
Nothing but the flicker of flame, the howl of wind and the scent of dust stirred in the stillness that followed.
Then Balkan's gaze turned outward again. Lazor focused on the man who'd dared to make himself witness. A slow, mean smile slithered across his lips. He took a step closer... then another... but Corso could not bring himself to be afraid. The devil was also a fan of lies. The trick had almost worked on him... why not Balkan?
The older man crouch in front of him, cocking his head curiously "I suppose then, it is always good thing you followed me, Mister Corso."
"Why not? Before we die?" Corso grinned just as darkly. A thrill went up his spine. Something base and instinctual he'd begun to recognise as his guardian being nearby. Of course she would be. He wasn't even surprised by it anymore.
"I will not die." Balkan laughed, huge hands hooked under Corso's arms and pulled the man out of the hole in the floor. A strength his build might have suggested were it not for his age. Even he seemed surprised at how easy it was. But he wasted no time in stripping Corso of his jackets and ties his hands with his suspenders.
Admittedly, Corso did not struggle. He leaned into the man and bit at his neck "If he's watching, better make it good."
The next moment, he found himself on his back, his jackets tossed haphazardly beneath him and his pants stripped off along with his shoes in one motion. His wrists dug into the wooden floor and the sip of his back, but he barely felt the pain. Balkan stared down at him, eyes tracking and eventually finding something about his impromptu partner to excite him.
One knee at a time, Balkan knelt between Corso's thighs. One large hand landed on the younger man's belly, and left fingers slipped the first button free. Corso was helpless to stop his eyelids from fluttering. His legs tightened against Balkan's and the man leaned over him properly. Aligned their hips while he bared more of Corso's skin to the dusty air.
"You seem to be enjoying this, Mister Corso." Balkan chuckled darkly, brushing fabric aside to reveal a chest heaving with something akin to anticipation.
"Our relationship has always been commercial." Corso smirked, rolling his hips against the older man's and a thrill went through him when he found himself affected "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate the view."
Fingers gripped his chin harshly, and Balkan's other hand removed his glasses. Corso's world became blurry. Outlines and shapes with only Balkan in focus with him being so close.
"No indeed." The man agreed, his smile now so twisted all his wicked teeth were on display "And the devil does like inquisitive little things... particularly if they happen to be beautiful."
"Even more so when they're tempted." Corso purred, only realizing he'd licked his lips when Balkan's eyes followed the movement.
"Let the rapture begin." Balkan grinned, voice low and deep, as deep as the slicked finger he pushed up into Corso's body. He didn't stop until it went in all the way, and Corso's hips tried to arch off the floor.
The scent of gasoline mixed with dust. The slide was too smooth to be barren of anything. One set of fingers opened him with brutal efficiency while the other set forced him to stare up at Balkan the whole time.
Three fingers brushed up against something inside him and he canted so hand Balkan lost his grip. Hand slamming down beside his head and wickedness sketched across his face when he pulled them out too fast to work at his own belt.
Corso wrapped his legs tightly around the man's hips once he'd lined up and the sound they both made when he bottomed out in a single thrust, would make the whore of Babylon herself proud.
It was hard, and rough. His hands dug into his back with every thrust and Balkan bit at his neck when Corso totted his head back in pleasure. Sparks of electricity shot up his spine with each entry and he felt like he could fly apart at any moment. But he needed to wait. He wanted her to see. Needed it like his lungs knew they had to gasp for air each time it was punched out of him. A hand curled around his side to lift him with inhuman strength, tilt him to change the angle and he saw stars when Balkan went deeper. Fire lapped at his insides and there it was.
Over Balkan's shoulder, a shadow moved. Too far away to make out any detail besides a flash of green and he came. It surprised both of them. Balkan lost his rhythm and slammed deep into the vice of Corso's body to spill like he hadn't since he was a much younger man.
They eventually calmed, their panting and the thrum on blood in their ears obfuscated their surroundings. Distracted by the heat of where their skin met, Corso dragged his gaze away from a now empty corner and back to Balkan. The man's smile still twisted as he oh so slowly pulled out "Can you feel that, Mister Corso?" He purred, pushing back in.
Corso grit his teeth to cut off a moan, grinding back down into the pressure.
"We aren't alone. He is here." He let up on Corso's side to grip his thigh instead as he drew out again.
His mouth opened wide on a gasp when his leg was forced down to the floor, spreading him wide as the man eased back into the sensitive space.
"When I return with my new power, Mister Corso." Balkan hummed, his grin possessive and damn near manic "I don't believe I shall be enlisting your services again." The man ground in deeper, seemingly just to make Corso shake. He finally pulled out and sat back between Corso's thighs to put himself away "But I will be the one to open the ninth gate. Not you."
Corso couldn't find it in himself to care as he was unceremoniously manhandled back into the hole. Balkan proved at least art of the ritual had worked when he put his hands in the fire, but Corso knew it hadn't gone all the way.
He made it out to the sound of Balkan's screams as he went up in flames, and he didn't even need to ask green eyes if she'd seen. She kissed him in the car and fucked him in the grass, the flames devouring the old fortress flicked and lapped at the sky behind her... and all he could see were her eyes as she watched him fall apart under her.
He didn't know if he'd pleased the devil with his little stunt but, as he watched her face shift between demonically terrifying and temptation given flesh, he knew he would have a good word put in for him. When he finally opened the ninth gate.