Hi. I know it's been a while, I've been busy. This one sucks, I was completely out of it while I was writing... Next one should be better anyway.

Just wanna make something clear... Because apparently, it isn't still quite clear: This is a slash story. Meaning boys will be kissing boys, taking boys hands, touching boy's parts and falling in love with other boys. That clear enough? Slash? Boy on boy? Gay?

Good.

Sexy piece of shit.

He looked at Luka that was kneeling on the cold dirt, narrowing his eyes in search for big juicy worms.

His dirty jeans had a big whole on his right leg that revealed his pale knee.

Lance licked his lips as he kept on devouring him with his shiny dark blue eyes.

Examining every inch of the boy's body, licking his lips at every piece of skin that he could see.

He walked closer and kneeled next to him. The boy ignored him and kept on digging the dirt for some worms.

He looked at Luka's face, inches away from his, and breathed in his scent. Blood, dirt and sweat. That was what he smelled like.

Hot.

"What do you want" Snapped the human without taking his eyes from the humid floor, highly uncomfortable with Lance's proximity.

"Your body" He replied naturally. Luka glared at him.

"Dream big" Lance smirked and with his delicate hand he lifted Luka's chin and inched closer to him.

"There's no need for you to be collecting those filthy worms, human. Evan can find his fucking raven's food on his own" he then moved his lips towards Luka's ear. "Come inside with me, I promise you won't regret it" He then slightly licked his ear and Luka pushed him with all his strength and stood up with the bag of worms on his hand.

"Get the fuck away from me you perverted gay... thing" He turned around and walked towards the castle again, while Lance just looked at him walk away and licked his lips once more.

"So you like it rough..." He muttered to himself and then stood up, stretching his arms over his head.

Luka:

What a creepy bastard.

I don't even understand what the fuck I'm doing in this damned place.

I can't even manage to escape this madhouse.

I fucking hate this shit.

After my obviously so successful attempt to escape I woke up in the same bed as before. Still in the same dirty clothes in which I died.

Seriously, listen to me.

Died.

This is all too fucking crazy.

It seems as if this was my second dead day.

When I woke up there was one of those guys again. Messy brown hair with green eyes. His "brothers" called him Evan; he said I should call him Envy.

He threw a bag to me and ordered me to fill it with worms for his pet.

I would've told him to fuck off, really I would've. If it wasn't for the fact that right now, I'm at his mercy and I really doubt that contradicting him will bring me any good.

As I climbed some never-ending stone stairs someone rushed down, nearly knocking me down. My hand grabbed the iron railing of the stairs and I glared at the guy that was almost responsible of my painful death.

Well, second death.

I glared at his stupid shiny black hair. Red eyed dude, I guessed, Rage.

Fucking asshole.

"Blow me" He snapped without turning around, disappearing somewhere on the first floor.

Right.

It's a violation of my human rights that I can't even think without them all listening.

When I finally reached the top of the stairs, after what seemed hours, I looked at the hallway I was standing on.

There were six doors.

Each one of them had a single golden letter hanging in the middle.

S,A,L,G,E, and P.

I snorted.

My eyes narrowed as I noticed there was no "R".

Huh.

I made my way towards the shiny "E" and knocked once.

The door opened almost instantly and I automatically flinched.

Jeez. That was sudden.

"What the fuck is your problem, get the fuck in"

I frowned but entered the room nonetheless.

The room was thrice as large as mine... "mine". It had a large king sized bed, deep green walls, two gigantic windows, a bookshelf that could easily fit in my old high school's library, a freaking chimney, and a big dark green leather armchair, facing the chimney.

"Did you get the worms, human?" I curled my lip annoyed. I had a name, thanks.

"Yes." The armchair suddenly twirled around and Evan smirked at me.

Creepy, much?

The huge raven was standing evilly on his right shoulder, moving forward and backwards and eyeing me suspiciously.

I never thought a bird could look this sadistic.

"Give it to me, then. Don't just stand there." I rolled my eyes and tossed the worms to him.

He raised one eyebrow.

"Easy there... You don't want me angry, do you?" I looked away from him, crossing my arms on my chest.

"There are only six rooms in this floor." I snapped without looking at him again.

I heard a growl and eyed him carefully. He had a frown and his lip was twitching.

"Rafe. He's the favourite." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Are you kidding me? Are you gonna tell me now that Lucifer has a favourite sin? What, is he like his right hand? Is he gonna become your fucked up father now?" He stood up suddenly, the raven flying away and scratching my head on his way, with those sharps claws.

"I was supposed to be the favourite! He has nothing but a bad temper! I am much more prepared than him! And listen to me; no one is going to take my father's place. If that ever happens, that someone will be me! Now get the fuck out!"

Talking about bad temper...

I walked out before the bird could attack me again.

Once in the hallway again, I looked both my sides.

No window here. I sighed annoyed.

There must be a way that I can escape...

"Tsk, tsk... those are bad thoughts, human... bad, bad thoughts" I jolted at the creepy velvet-like voice and turned around.

Lust was there, twirling his dark blood red hair with his slim fingers.

He too had a smirk; only this one looked somewhat seductive.

I shook my head and walked away from him, making my way to the stairs again.

I felt a hand grip firmly my forearm and Lance turned me around once more, stepping closer.

"Get off of me, you crazy sex-addict" He chuckled as I yanked my arm from him and stepped backwards, away from him.

He only stepped closer, slowly, without taking his eyes from mine.

My back hit a wall and I panicked as the guy didn't stop moving.

Fuck, no.

"Fuck?" He chuckled again, placing one hand on the wall, next to my face, and the other under my chin to make me look at him.

He leaned closer, breathing over my mouth.

"Fuck, yes" He whispered, his hand wandering down my neck and towards my chest.

My heart begun rising.

His hand moved slowly and gently downwards, until he stopped, at the hem of my wasted jeans.

"Get away from me." I tried to snap. I really did. But it only came out as a weak and shaky whisper.

Wherever he touched he left a tingling and burning sensation and I felt my breath raising.

He kept his eyes on mine, the smirk never leaving his face.

I kept on glaring at him until his hand slipped under my t-shirt and I closed my eyes.

Fuck.

It felt desperately good.

Too good.

His fingers were cold against my raising chest, and my eyes snapped open when I felt soft and slightly wet lips on my jaw.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His lips trailed painfully slow towards my neck, nibbling slightly at my skin, his wet tongue trailing downwards to my collarbone.

My lip was shaking and my eyes were shut, once more.

I felt shivers rushing down spine and my breath was sharp and quick.

My knees were trembling; my arms were trembling, my whole fucking body was trembling under his touch.

I felt his breath on my parted lips again but I didn’t dare to open my eyes.

His tongue licked slowly my bottom lip before grazing it between his own, biting it softly.

As he slowly began sucking at my lip, his body pressed against mine, and he cautiously parted my legs with his knees, pressing my crotch lightly with his thigh.

I began kissing back.

I moaned when one of his fingers brushed lightly over my nipple.

Oh... shit.

This is wrong, this is all wrong, but I- Fuck... I can't- Wrong...

"Don't be such a disgusting fuck, L." My eyes snapped open again and Lance let go off me.

My body suddenly felt numb and I fell to the floor, awkwardly.

I looked at Lance, who was coolly resting his back against the wall with a coy smirk on his lips, looking at Rafe.

"Oh, c'mon, R... I was just giving him a little welcome... we didn't exactly start with the right foot and he's gonna work for us, I thought of making him feel a little more... comfortable here"

My head was still spinning.

But that didn't prevent my cheeks from heating up when I felt Rafe's crimson eyes on me.

"He's a fucking human, Lance. A human... seriously, even you should have some decency inside your pants..." I frowned, but said nothing.

My voice was probably still in mute anyway.

'Human', pft. I'm dead... doesn't that make me at least a freaking zombie?

"Not only human, but also a freaking stupid one too. Way to go, L. Now go get a shower, the both of you. Lance, you fucking stink of human, and you" I managed to glare at him from my pathetic spot. "You fucking stink. Period."

I glared at him some more and he glared back.

His glare was a lot scarier than mine, so I quickly looked away.

He walked past me and I watched as he made his way upstairs, through another staircase I hadn't seen before.

His steps were firm and violent, and his fists tight on his sides.

Is he ever in a good mood?

"Nope. He's always angry. He's Rage, remember?" I looked up at Lance that was now looking down at me, conveniently close.

He kneeled until our faces were mere inches apart.

He put a strand of hair behind my ear.

"That was fun... I hope we get to repeat it some other time." I stopped breathing and he just smirked, before I could realise what was going on he pressed his lips against mine once more, briefly, and then stood up.

"See you around, human"

I watched him until he was inside of his room.

Then I sighed and tugged at my hair.

What the fuck was that?