Demon Begging

Chapter 21

*HARRY'S POV*

"Get the Hell down from there!" Come's Niall's wavering voice from the window below us.

"Sorry." Louis giggles and stands up in a swift move like we aren't on the highest building in

these parts.

He dusts himself off, but the rustic look the speckles of brown dirt gave him appeared as attractive.

His back is to me, and the moon shines eloquently around him, forming a gracious frame around

every sensuous curve I've laid claim on. Ares adds to the mystic feel by slithering up Louis' body

to sit on his shoulder.

Louis' body is easily fitted to the spaces mine left out. He filled my gaps and occupied the vacancy

where my heart is supposed to be.

Aside from his body, his mind and opinions appealed to me as well. He was efficient in quick

thinking, witty and very censored in certain remarks. All the things that I wasn't. I thought long

and hard before answering, never took to uneasy risks and spoke whatever it is that I wanted.

There was certainly nothing lacking in his physique department either, which is what I've said

from Day One. He had lovely bronzed skin, still pale but not cancerous in view. His little hands

slotted into mine like ideal puzzle pieces.

His heart beat for the two of us, but my chest still hurt from separation and if a tiny amount of

harm came his way.

"Need a hand?" There's that voice again, musical and magical all in one beat. It's slightly amused

this time.

I realise that I've been staring at him while he laughed at me without noticing. Shaking my head, I

jump to my feet and get to stand over a foot above him.

"Can I hold you?" I ask, blurting out the odd question. Okay, maybe I didn't think before

speaking.

"Now?" Louis cocks an eyebrow at me.

As a forward answer, I wrap an arm around his middle and pull him toward me. Ares growls and

slides to the ground before slipping inside through the window.

"Why did you ask?" Louis' fingers, cool and soft to the touch, caress my cheek where the flesh

was hot and disgusting. I was still in my true form.

"Permission." I don't recognise my own voice as I close my eyes and lean considerably into his

touch.

Louis smiles - I hear his little happy breath - and I tighten my arm around him.

"I don't like kissing you like this." I complain in a grumble.

"Then don't." Louis grins. "I-"

"Today!" Niall's sour tone rings through the air again.

Louis throws his head back as he laughs and I'm staring at the short column of his neck again. It's

so perfect, reflecting moonlight and looking its softest. I can't resist the temptation to just lean in

and sink my teeth into the skin. I use my blunt molars so he isn't actually hurt by me - I've done