A/N: The abrupt ending was just me being unnecessarily cruel to you. *Evil laugh* I actually didn't mean for there to be any wait between the two. Yeah, here's the smut half. I've never done it in first person before, but hey, tell me what you think.

He looks so cute all cross faced and pouting beneath me. Not the type of adjective anyone else would use... ever, but I find him cute. I wonder if he knows that he pouts. God, he'd probably be very pissed off if he found out, but then he's always pissed off isn't he? It's one of the things I love about him: his complete cynical view on life.

Does that sound like a normal thing to say?

Maybe I can get away with it; living in the seventh layer of hell doesn't exactly make you very optimistic. Not that I don't visit Earth. I visit Earth for Christophe (he'd need to die to visit hell and that's not very practical, plus my dad would throw a fit if I sent him back up afterwards, it really fucks with the system.)

Back to today's events shall we? I bit the bullet and told him I loved him, and then I sort of set his shirt on fire. Watching that shirt burn away and his perfect abs, strong arm muscles and just genuinely amazing body being revealed was mouth-watering. I had to have him, he had to have me, but I was not going to bottom.

And as I stare into his frowning, but hungry green eyes, I think I can conclude that I've won.

"You beetch," he mutters. He doesn't really mean that, it's like a catchphrase or something isn't it? 'I'll label everything and everyone as a bitch because I hate life and God can go to hell.' I must be close? But I don't want God to join me in hell; he's no fun.

Christophe groans as I pull his trousers down, his body shaking. I chuckle, he agrees I've won. I didn't think it possible, but his naked form is even more appetizing than his half-naked one. He has a slim but strong build, which transfers to every part of him.

He must notice the ravenous look in my eyes.

"Do you like what you see?" he growls. Still not compliant enough to shut up it seems.

I choose not to answer, instead taking his member in my hand, tracing over the slit with my thumb and listening to his groan of desire. He's so worked up right now; I can hear his eagerness for relief. Not wanting to disappoint I drop my head down and lick the head, and damn, the taste makes me want more. A groan escapes my lips as his pre-cum sizzles on my hot tongue. I drop my mouth down over his member, creating the perfect friction as it begins to move in and out.

Christophe wriggles beneath me, his legs flying in the air at either side, trapping me between them. I ignore everything, continuing to furiously work on his member, waiting for him to scream out in bliss. I glance up at him, his face red, and the look on it is like nothing I've seen before. Instead of knitting together, his eyebrows are forming a more shocked expression. His eyes are staring up, wide, bliss around the edges, but with a glint of furious passion in the centre. He's biting his lip in such an endearing way, it makes me smile: he really is very cute.

I groan at the feeling in my chest when he links eyes with me. The vibrations the groan causes, moving from the back of my throat and down his member, make him gasp and buck his hips forward urgently.

"Y-You've done zis before, 'aven't you, faggot?" he pants, grasping my hair in his fingers to urgently hold onto something. I can sense he's approaching his edge, breath erratic, body shaking.

I move my mouth away, finishing him off with a few furious pumps of my hand. "Only in your dreams," I whisper, which would have made him blush if he wasn't already so red. "I've never wanted to give anyone else this pleasure."

This proves too much for him, and with a groan almost like a roar, he shoots his seed over his stomach.

"F-Fuck," he pants, still tugging on my hair, the stinging sends thrills through me, and reminds me that I'm so hard at this point that I must have release soon. I lick up his stomach, involuntarily groaning as his salty seed transfers into my mouth. The overwhelming urge to do this was too much to ignore. It's like I just have to do it, have it all, it's precious, and it's come from Tophe: it can't be wasted...

I just want everything about him.

I smack my burning lips into his. They may feel hot, but they hold no real danger. It's more a state of mind tricking people into thinking they'll be burnt. It's a relief that not every kiss leads to blisters for this guy, because his enticing lips would be a mess. God damn, I love kissing him, so many years of resisting finally over. No one else compares; they're all too gentle, too weak, or just plain boring. Not Christophe, he's the opposite of all these things and more.

I pull off my bottom layers. We're now both completely naked.

"Do you want eet, beetch?" he growls into my mouth.

"Your ass? Absolutely," I reply.

He licks his lips, eyes glistening. "Well tough."

He shoves me hard and I fall off him onto my back, gasping, and momentarily winded. He rolls over into a crouch and jumps up quickly, mercenary reflexes kicking in. I make a grab for his legs, but he avoids my arms effortlessly. Grabbing my collar, he yanks me up and slams me against the nearest wall. My head blanks as it hits the hard brick.

"What the hell?" I yell, coughing, and attempting to shove him back. "W-Why did you do that?"

He just smirks. "Because I know you'll like zis, beetch."

I swear if he calls me bitch one more time I'll-

I gasp, body going weak as his fingers intrude over my chest, they're rough and with every spot they touch, seem to draw out delight and sensation that I wasn't aware was there. It's like they hold a magic quality which sparks excitement deep inside of me. A touch, a jolt, pure bliss. I know what his plan is, he's received head, and now he's changed his mind about being on the bottom. He's going to try to seduce me into giving in.

His hands make their way down to my crotch, gripping my member tightly, the first touch it's received all night. I can almost hear it scream in delight, and I groan with it. Maybe there's a way I can get both things out of this? Let him touch me for a while and then when it goes further... pounce.

How devilish of you, Damien. What a sly cat you are.

He drops to his knees, kissing the tip of my aching need, before encapsulating it in his mouth. He moves his head in a rhythmic way. His hands never stop roaming, trailing over all my body, along my thighs, clutching at my hips, and squeezing my ass, allowing him to steady himself, keeping up the friction. I hate that I'm enjoying his invasion of my ass so much, fingers brushing too close to the no-go area.

I gasp. "G-God, th-that's just, I'm just..." I can't finish my sentence, my head is spinning wildly. I've never felt this way before, it's like I've been waiting all my life for this moment, a moment I never dreamt would feel so good. I have to concentrate not to buckle and fall on the floor under the body-shaking pleasure I'm receiving. My heart is having spasms, feeling like it's about to pack in. I feel like my whole body is about to give in to him. Just take me, Christophe, I'm yours.

Scratch that, I sound like a faggot.

... And now I sound like Christophe.

I need to... I need to reassert my authority. I gasp again as his mouth continues to work on my dick. This, I can't take much more before I come.

The thought makes me catch Christophe off guard, throwing him from me and sending him hurtling down, landing on a handily placed table. He's face down, bent over it, ass in the air. I laugh at the sight; it's a perfect perfect sight. I push down on his back before he has the chance to get up. He's helplessly trapped, at my mercy, and he knows it.

"Get off me," he hisses.

"No," I reply, stroking up his spine.

He shivers under the touch. "I thought I 'ad you," he grumbles.

I chuckle, leaning over him and whispering in his ear. "Not quite." He thrashes his body beneath me; I can see that he's fully aroused again, there's only one thing left to do. I stroke his hair, kissing his neck briefly, before straightening up. "This will hurt a lot less if you keep still." I grab his hips and with one sharp thrust, push the entire way into him, no messing about, no time for him to react.

He screams, hands pummelling the table in front of him, nails scratching in the wood. I almost feel guilty; I didn't mean to cause him so much pain.

He must notice my hesitation, for after a moment of panting, he grunts, and growls, "Well eef you're going to do eet zen fucking do eet!" I can sense he's smirking at my hesitance, definitely taking it as a sign that I'm 'pussying around caring about his wellbeing.' I can read in his mind that it makes him happy though, for the first time he feels cared about.

He arches back into me. I grin, pounding in and out of his ass with devilish fury. The table shakes and he continues to grunt and groan violently, although the noises he makes increasingly sound more ecstatic, like he's in total bliss. His thoughts ring around my head, all extremely positive.

I groan, the combination of Christophe's groans, his thoughts, the feeling I'm getting in my own body, and the feeling I can sense in his, it's almost enough to make me faint from being besieged by pleasure. Pleasure to the point the body can't take it, threatening to overpower my heart, which on top of everything else, is so desperately in love that it wants this moment to never end, because this moment is pure paradise.

It's like I'm receiving two sets of orgasms, it's mind-fucking. It's incredible it's- it's...

My vision patches white and mind goes blank as I reach my edge, with such an ecstatic explosion into Christophe's ass that I collapse on top of him, unable to steady myself. He reaches his edge too, grip on the table faltering.

Bodies entwined, we fall to the flaw. My arms wrap protectively around his waist as he lands on top of me.

He spins around, his hair is wringing with sweat and his eyes are as intense as I've ever seen them. He looks like he's about to hit me, but he drops his head down to give me the most desperate, breathless, yet tender kiss I've ever received.

I slowly pull him up and he winces. I half drag, half carry him over to the bed, where we flop down, falling into each other's arms. He rests his head on my chest, listening with increasing calmness as it steadily starts to slow down, breath returning to normal.

"My ass ees on fire," he grumbles.

I chuckle. "Don't complain, you got two orgasms out of it didn't you?"

"Yes," he admits, pouting again. "I guess I enjoyed bottoming a leetle bit."

I stroke his head, playing softly with his hair. "I can tell."

His face contorts into a playful smile. "But next time your ass ees mine."

I think possibly I may just have to agree with him. There's something about it drawing me in, something in those rough, large hands that I want inside me. Hopefully he'd take it slower than I did; even I wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of what I did. Tophe on the other hand seems to think it was perfect. "Deal," I whisper, kissing his head.

He yawns, overcome with fatigue and nestles further into my chest. He's slipping into a vulnerable half-asleep state. The smile stays on his face and he mutters words to me in French, some nonesense about warm marble, as he slowly drifts off. God damn, he can be so cute.

Shall I tell him? Yeah, I think I will.

"You're so cute, Tophe," I whisper.

"Merci," he mutters, as his brain shuts down, not fully comprehending what he's just said. If he was awake he would have beaten me, but he falls asleep, and I join him, knowing that our first time really couldn't have gone any better.