Summary: An original and yummy thing. Part one in a series. A demon claims a soul in a most delicious way.

Disclaimer: ....oh wait. I don't need one. Ha! This is here out of habit! It's all me baby. (Except that I don't own Heaven or Hell.)

Notes: The lyrics are in there simply because the song is playing in the background at the club. Mood music. It's Metallica's "2x4" off their album "Load," for those of you who don't listen to Metallica for some sad, sad reason. I recommend listening to it while reading this. It adds to it, a little, and it's a most excellent fuck song. Download it! Lyrics are denoted as [Words].

[Yeah

I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you

I'm gonna be the one who breaks you

Put the screws into ya, yeah my way

Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day

Make my day]

The dance floor of Satan's Townhouse, the most popular S&M club in the area was packed with bodies, all wicked and writhing and oozing sex in large quantities. Some of them weren't even human. Demons danced among the humans, seducing them and luring their souls away from the light. One such demon was a son of the Prince of Darkness himself-one of the seven sins, and the youngest child of Satan. Lust, he was known, in the Realms of Heaven and Hell. Riley, he was called by humans. He was a handsome man, sex personified in every sense of the word, and it was his duty to lure human souls to Hell through the promise of extreme instant gratification. And damned if he wasn't good at it. His hands roved over the body of the young woman grinding and moaning against him, and he pressed a light kiss to her neck, whispering false promises into her ear and planting compulsions into her weakened mind.

All he had to do was make her beg him for it-make her want it completely and selfishly.

[Yeah

I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you

I'm gonna be the one who breaks you

Put the screws into ya, yeah my way

Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day

Make my day]

He slid a hand up her fishnet clad leg and under her skirt, deliciously thrilled to discover the fishnet body stocking was crotchless. Riley slid a practiced finger over her soaked clit, laughter bubbling against her hot neck as she gasped and moaned, wordlessly moving so that his finger slid inside her.

"Do you want it?" he whispered to her, planting the compulsion inside her mind that, yes, she did. Desperately.

The woman moaned, head turning to capture his lips, blue eyes glazed with lust. "I want to come."

Laughter answered her again. "Do you?" he teased, pulling his finger out, and circling it around her clit.

"Please!"

[Yeah

Got some hell to pay ya, I steal your thunder

The joy of violent movement, pulls you under

Ooh bite the bullet, well hard

Yea, but I bite harder, so go too far

Too far]

The music in the background filtered suddenly through the haze of semi-concentration it took for him play with her mind, and he almost laughed at how appropriate the lyrics were. Instead, he reined in his amusement, and loosed enough of his control to let his skin grow warmer. "You think I should let you come?" he whispered, watching out of the corner of his eye as one of his father's (and therefore his) minions jacked off a young sub. 'Delicious,' he thought. 'Absolutely delicious.'

Her raven hair, so like his own, shifted around her like a satin bed sheet. He ran a hand through it, scraping his nails over her scalp as his mouth worked her collarbone. "Please, let me come for you," she begged, desperately trying to get those fingers back inside her.

[Friction, fusion, retribution

I can't hear ya... talk ta me

I can't hear ya... so talk ta me

I can't hear ya are you talkin' ta me

I can't hear ya are you talkin' ta me

I can't hear ya time ta meet my lord

I can't hear ya talk ta 2 by 4]

Riley's thigh replaced his hand, and he pushed up her shirt to suck at her breasts, teasing mercilessly, an arm around her back to hold her steady. She ground against him furiously, but every time she got near to the edge, he loosened the pressure or moved his leg entirely. The woman was very wet. The leg of his tight pants clung to his leg from where her wetness had soaked through. A part of his mind complained to him, but he shut it out. As much as he hated getting the bodily fluid of mortals on his clothes, he'd be even more upset about being so close to obtaining a soul and then loosing it. His father would be most displeased if he lost a soul because his of urge to keep his pants clean.

"I'm so close, so close, please..." her voice sounded like a strained church bell to his sensitive ears. It would have been almost beautiful, had he cared for such things.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered, perfectly calm. Feeding off her desperation and crazed lust gave him power, and he channeled it into holding onto his patience, thin as it usually was. Lust wasn't known for patience. Only finesse and appeal.

She arched against him, gasping and moaning in the most delightfully wanton ways. "I want to feel your fingers inside me, fucking me hard. I want you to make me come... I want YOU, dammit, please!" The woman was close to tears now, he could see, and the thought only made Riley want her soul more.

"I can do better than fingers," he told her, sliding the tip of his middle finger inside her. His tongue flicked out to trace the curves of her ear and dip inside.

[I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you

I'm gonna be that one who breaks you

Put the screws into ya, my way

Hey come on, come on, come and make my day

Make my day]

"I don't care!" She wailed, and gasped as another person bumped her from behind. Bodies jostled them from all sides, vibrating his finger inside of her, creating delicious friction. He pulled her out of the crowd, toward a room reserved specifically for him. Metallica's "2x4" blared in here too, mostly because nobody had ever figured out how to shut off the speaker that echoed the music through the whole club. There was a couch there, and he lowered her onto it, picking a toy up from the floor next to the couch.

He didn't look to see what it was. It didn't matter to him, as long as he got what he wanted. Riley slid it inside her. It was easy. She was so wet she was dripping onto his beloved sofa. But it would be worth it, so worth it. Another soul- another step closer to victory in the war against Heaven. She grasped the cushions tightly, a curse escaping her lips. The woman was all sweat and sex now, and very far gone. Riley would have no problems with this one. He planted another compulsion in her mind, telling her that release was the only thing that mattered, no matter what, and she would do anything for release.

[Friction, fusion, retribution

I can't hear ya... talk ta me

I can't hear ya... come talk ta me

I can't hear ya are you talking ta me

I can't hear ya while your talking ta me

I can't hear ya time ta meet my lord

I can't hear ya talk ta 2 by 4]

The youngest son of Satan wasn't surprised at all when she begged and swore she'd do anything for her release. Victoriously, Riley fucked her mercilessly, and slid a knife from his boot. The moment she came, he pushed her off the couch and stabbed her through her chest. Dying in a moment of absolute sin was the safest way to claim a mortal's soul.

Rising to his feet, he stepped into the hallway and beckoned two demons inside. They carried the body away, and he turned to face the soul of the girl, glaring at him angrily. He smirked.

"Go to Hell, bitch," he ordered, a little smirk of evil gracing his features. "Not that you have a choice, now."

[Talk ta 2 by 4

It don't take no more

Come on yeah

Come on, come on

Talk ta 2 by 4

Talk ta 2 by 4]

She flipped him off. "You can't go to Heaven," he informed her coldly. "Angels can't willingly take sinning soul to a place of good-goodies and love. Might as well go to Hell as you're told, and meet with your new Master."

Riley turned his back on her, shoulder-length black hair swishing behind him and headed to the men's room, intent on trying to get the stain out of his pants and off his leg before it dried. Victims were easier to find if you were clean. Perhaps he'd go for a young man, this time. A dom, instead of a sub. He'd enjoy the challenge.

[Friction, fusion, retribution

I'm going to make you... talk ta me

I'm going to take you... so talk ta me

I can't hear ya are you talking ta me

I can't hear ya you talking ta me

I can't hear ya time ta meet my lord

I can't hear ya talk ta, talk ta 2 by 4]

As he entered the men's room, a flash of silver and blood-red caught his eye. A punk with spiked blood-red hair and a silver crucifix around his neck eyed him with a strange curiosity... almost an infatuation.

"Hey," the young man said with a nod as Riley approached the sink beside him.

'Perfect.' Riley thought with a smirk.