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**AN: Hey guys the formatting on the last chapter was a little fucked up so i tried to fix it this time. If this doesn't work then idk I guess I'll stop indenting paragraphs and all. Anyway, as before comments and criticisms are highly appreciated. This one feels a bit short too sorry. Much love!

wait a minute baby, stay with me awhile, told me said you'd give me light, but you never told me bout the fire...

Chapter Two :: Deal with a Devil** Coe slid off his shirt and gym shorts and climbed into bed with Miles close behind him. He hoped Miles wouldn't notice the wet trail on the back of his black boxer briefs where the sticky juices the wolf had left inside him had begun to seep out. However, he couldn't hide the giant claw marks trailing down his back. "Oh my god, Coe, what did he do to you?" Miles traced a finger down the wounds stopping just before the waistband of his briefs. "It's nothing, I'm fine," he lied. He was sad and confused and another emotion he could only describe as anxious all at the same time. Miles climbed in next to him and put an arm around him. "You're not fine. It's ok to be scared. I am too, but I'm gonna fix this, I swear." "How?" A part of Coe didn't want him to 'fix it.' He wanted another round with the wolf, since Miles obviously wasn't gay. As scary as it was, he'd never had such an intense orgasm that he could remember. "I don't know yet," he confided. Miles let out a small cry. "I killed them, Coe. I let my friends be ripped to shreds by a monster." "We did. We both did." Coe cuddled into Miles and they cried into each other. Coe couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Miles cry and never in this capacity. He was so racked with guilt and shame. Coe wanted to tell him it was ok, but how would it ever be ok? He and Miles would have to live with their decisions for the rest of their lives and all because of some stupid game. "We need to find a way out of here," Miles sobbed. "We will, but tonight we should just sleep. Besides, he can probably hear us." "Probably, definitely," a familiar voice laughed. Coe and Miles jumped and looked at the doorway where a tall blond wolf leaned with a horrid smirk. "You two are so cute together, you know that?" "Please, just leave us alone," Miles cried. "I'll let you sleep, but I just want you to know that there is no escape from me. If I were you, I'd be thinking of ways to trick the next people into being a happy meal. You're gonna run out of friends pretty soon." They both knew he was right and convincing strangers to come into your house was probably not very easy. The wolf swung a dark black robe around him and modeled it slightly. "And I found this in your closet. Can I keep it?" The wolf had already cut a hole in the back for his bushy gold tail as if Miles had already said yes. "Yeah, sure..." Coe answered. Miles had bought it for one of their other rituals and it was too big for either of them anyway. Not to mention, every time Coe saw the wolf naked he struggled to keep his composure. "Why, thank you, Coe. You're too kind." Taruziel floated off down the hall in his new robe and left the boys shaking in fear. Coe pulled the blanket over them and tried to close his eyes and sleep. He was honestly exhausted from crying and sex, but sleep was harder to find than he'd thought. "Dude, I'm fucking sick of feeling like this," Miles whined slamming his head against the pillow in frustration. "Yeah, if only we could find a spell to counter it," Coe mumbled with a sigh and cuddled into his pillow. "A spell..." Miles repeated, "That's it! I've got a plan, but I need you to distract Taruziel tomorrow." "How do you expect me to do that?" Coe didn't even bother to open his eyes. He knew what Miles was thinking, but it took the two of them years to find a spell that actually worked. It would probably take them just as long to find one again. "You're smart. I'm sure you'll come up with something." Coe shrugged and finally drifted off to sleep thinking about everything that had happened and how bad he still wanted Miles to just cuddle him and take him as hard as the wolf had before. Too bad it was only wishful dreaming...

Coe woke up in a cold sweat. The room was pitch black except for the dim blue light of moon cascading over the bed through the blinds. Miles was still snoring away wrapped in a cocoon of black blankets. Coe thought about waking him up, but he wasn't sure how long they'd been asleep. Miles might get mad or worse... sad. Instead, he slipped quietly out of the blankets and hopped off the high mattress to the soft gray carpet below. He ran a hand over his butt and realized how soaked his boxers had become. He slid them off and headed towards the bathroom to shower. Miles had left two white pills on his bedside table and Coe didn't hesitate in popping them. Hopefully, they would get his mind off the burning ache of his wounds. Coe searched the hallway before stepping out. He didn't mind if Taruziel saw him naked, but he didn't want to be terrified either. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn't far away and soon he was drawing bath water that steamed with comfort. The water was almost too hot, as he stepped in with a hiss. He knew he would adjust though. He honestly felt like he deserved a little pain. How much pain did his friends feel as Taruziel drained them dry and he did nothing but whimper? "Well," Coe jumped at the deep voice suddenly very close to him. "This is a strange time of night to be taking a bath. Don't you think?" Taruziel took a seat on the toilet facing Coe. "I... I had a nightmare, I think." "Mmm, maybe. Not many humans have slept with demons. Nightmares are probably a very common side effect." Taruziel gave a quiet chuckle as if someone whispered a cruel joke to him. "Look, could you please not tell Miles? I know you're supposed to be evil and all, but-" "Me? You think I would tell anyone I slept with you?" Taruziel looked extremely offended. "Please, you were just really convenient. That would be more degrading for me." Coe let his face fall in embarrassment. Is this how girls felt when he used them? He'd typically be just as mean, but lately things were falling apart too fast. "Aw, don't look so hurt. If it's any consolation, I'd do it again and again and again until you just can't take it anymore and then I'd do it a few more times." "Go away," Coe barked and turned away. He felt rough pads trace slowly over his back. "Wow, I really got you with those claws, huh?" The wolf almost sounded sincere. "Anyway, come see me when your friend leaves tomorrow. I was going to have a Tales from the Crypt marathon, but they're so much better after a blowjob." "And if I don't?" The wolf started to walk away and never bothered to turn back, but he did answer. "Try it if you really think that's an option." Coe sighed and leaned back in the hot water. It stung the wounds for a moment, but soon it soothed them as if they had never happened. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to suck the wolf. He could do it, right? It couldn't be that big or that gross. Hell, he'd eaten pussy before. This should be a piece of cake. A rush of excitement and nervousness hit him at the same time. Maybe if he was bad at it on purpose Taruziel would get bored and fuck him instead. Coe rushed through the rest of his bath ritual and quickly dried off. When he got back to the bedroom, Miles was already getting dressed. "Where are you going, man?" Coe asked. "Oh, I just got a text from Ashley. She'll come over if I score her some blow. Look, I've gotta do something else too though. I won't be back for a while. Keep him busy." Miles threw a hat over his head and dashed past Coe. Coe wished he knew more about the plan, but it was probably safer that he didn't. The wolf surely had enough tortuous wiles to make him talk. Coe let the towel fall around him and started rummaging through Miles' older clothes. He kept in mind what Taruziel thought about his clothes yesterday and took a little extra time getting dressed. He put on a pair of fuchsia boxer briefs that hugged his butt tight, in case the wolf wanted to admire it a bit. He then slid on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and lastly a navy blue polo. Catching his reflection, he did look very nice and with a few fingers through his short thick hair, he was ready to go. He didn't know exactly where Taruziel had decided to hang out, but he was sure it was close. He searched the living room and the kitchen. Oddly enough, pizza boxes littered the table. Taruziel's hunger was insatiable. He couldn't be downstairs. Coe looked down the hall. Surely, not... One time, Miles and Coe were caught playing in his parents room and the chewing they got was more than enough to deter them from ever going back in there. However, if you were a demon from a hell-like dimension that enjoyed drinking the blood from humans and eating all the pizza you could find, two parents probably do not scare you and a Tempur Pedic king size bed probably sounds like a lovely vacation. Coe gave a smirk at the dirty thought and started down the hall. Sure enough, Taruziel was kicked up on the bed in shiny soft blond fur. "Finally," Taruziel sighed, "get up here." He patted a spot next to him on the huge bed. Coe struggled not to leap on the bed and look as eager as he felt. Instead, he looked a little nervous and climbed up slowly. He also adjusted his shirt to hide his semi-hard dick. "I've never, um, done this before." Coe glanced at the furry sheath between the wolf's thick thighs. "I can smell your excitement, buddy. Just get to it. Watch your teeth." Coe sniffed near his crotch to see if he could smell anything different. "Really, kid?" Coe rolled his eyes and moved a bit closer to the sheath. He slowly pushed a finger inside and felt the warm slick member within. He moved the finger around and felt it twitch. Bit by bit, the sheath rolled back and the veiny intimidating member began to protrude. "That's it." Coe shot a glance back to the wolf's face. His eyes were closed and paws propped behind his head. Eventually, enough of the cock was out and Coe took a full grip and began to jerk it softly. This made Taruziel grunt and a drop of pre started to form at the very tip. Coe could almost smell it. The thick musty scent filled his nostrils and made his own member strain against his pants. He steadied up enough courage to bend a bit closer until he was facing the bright red cock. "Come on," Taruziel growled and ran a paw through his hair. With a long sigh and one last look at the wolf, Coe licked his lips and slipped the tip past them softly. He winced at the salty taste of pre, but the moan from the wolf encouraged him to slide a bit further. He wanted to go all the way down to the sheath, but he gagged before he got close. He snatched back before he got too far and took a deep breath with watery eyes. He suddenly had a much greater appreciation for all the girls that had done this for him in the past. Hell, he even pushed them down sometimes. Hopefully, the wolf wasn't in the mood for all that. He slipped back on to the cock determined to take in more than last time and he did. Coe was only an inch away from the tight ring of fur at the base of the member. He slid back up slowly as he'd seen in a hundred porn videos and got a quiet gasp from the muzzle of Taruziel. He moved his tongue along the underside of the tip. He wasn't sure what he should actually do with it, but it seemed like it would be something he would like. He struggled to keep his mouth around the cock and not let saliva dribble down too far. He moved a hand over one of the muscular thighs and under the thick fuzzy orbs beneath the shaft. "Oh, fuck..." Taruziel groaned and one of his paws tightened around the nape of Coe's neck. It almost hurt. Coe bobbed his head faster along the length to get away from the paw. It seemed to work and he slowly caressed the soft balls causing the flesh in his mouth to jump. A splash of pre hit the back of his throat and he swallowed it. He didn't want to break the contact of his mouth with the member in case the wolf got mad and decided to force him back down. "You're really good at this. Are you sure it's your first time?" Taruziel laughed and moved the paw down Coe's back to his waistband. Coe tried turning his head and started doing different maneuvers with his tongue as a furry digit slid into his pants. He even tried to reposition himself to give the wolf the best angle to his butt. "Wow, you really like this, don't you?" Coe tried to lie and say 'no,' but with the mouthful of cock it only came out as a mumble. A rubbery paw pad circled his hole and Coe wanted to remove his pants, but was afraid to do anything different with his hands. Suddenly, there was a tight pressure at his rear and Coe whined as two furry digits forced deep inside him. He moved his hand to the bottom of the member and jerked in the corresponding way his head bobbed. The claws inside him rubbed the walls and found that magical spot. Soon, the tight boxers Coe had chosen were a regret as he felt a large wet patch form over the tip of his cock. They would definitely be ruined very quickly. Another burst of pre from the wolf's cock made him flinch and he tried to focus more sucking. His jaw was getting sore and tired, but he noticed the sheath peeling back even more to show a huge knot around the base of the member. He could never fit that in his mouth. The word jawbreaker took on a new meaning. Instead, he used his hand to squeeze and pump at the thick flesh. Taruziel's breathing shortened and got much shallower. Coe could feel the fingers moving at a faster pace and he too was getting much closer to climax. The patch in his boxers had spread and he could feel the pre coating his entire cock. The wolf began to buck his hips trying to force more of the cock into Coe's mouth. Suddenly, Coe felt a huge splash of warm, thick, salty liquid hit his throat. He took as many gulps as he could, but there was too much and the excess started to seep out and onto his lips and chin. Coe was so close he was aching, but the fingers stopped and the paw pulled out of his pants. No, Fuck! Coe glanced back at Taruziel. He was back in his usual position as if nothing ever happened. "You might wanna go clean that up." He nodded towards Coe's chin. Coe wanted to call him out and make him finish, but that would be near suicidal. "Oh, and make me another pizza." "You ate all the pizzas," Coe mumbled as he climbed off the bed. "Well, find something else. Hurry," he barked as Coe wiped his face with a towel and started down the hall. Coe needed to change his pants, but he doubt the wolf would wait for that. Coe couldn't remember a time where he'd been so mad. If he could've jacked off or something he would've been right there with the wolf, but instead, he was in the kitchen making ramen noodles for him in boxers that were soaked in precum. "Fucking asshole demon wolf," he muttered as he put the pot on the stove and waited for the noodles to bubble. He looked for a coke to wash the salty taste out of his mouth, but Miles had neglected to buy any. Just then, he heard the front door close and Miles darted into the kitchen. "Hey, where is he?" "Your parent's room," Coe sighed not even bothering to look away from the bowling water. "Ok, I'm gonna take Ashley back there and then you need to keep him busy while I'm in the basement." "What are you doing in the basement?" Miles just shook his head and grabbed the chalk off the table. "Dude, hell no! You can't do this again." "We don't have any fucking options Coe!" Miles lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "I can make some sort of deal with one of these demons and they'll help us." "Or kill us!" "Worth the risk," Miles started to leave and turned back, "and dude, you smell like jizz. Straight up." Coe gritted his teeth in anger and turned back to the noodles. It didn't take them long and he put them in a bowl. Before going back to the bedroom, Coe found the medicine cabinet and popped a few painkillers. Maybe he'd pass out before Miles or Taruziel finished. Maybe he'd die. He didn't really care at this point. Coe heard the scream before he rounded the doorway. Taruziel was back in his black robe holding a paw over Ashley's mouth as his muzzle was buried into her neck. The dark haired girl fought as hard as she could, but soon the flailing arms lost their moment and dropped lifelessly at her sides. Funny how Coe was too pissed to be sad. Ashely was a good friend. She was Miles' ex-girlfriend and the three had spent a lot of time together. Coe set the noodles at the foot of the bed and crawled back to his previous seat. He didn't watch Taruziel, but he heard the gulps of swallowed liquid and the deep breaths of concentration. Suddenly, he dropped the body and turned back to Coe. The wolf's eyes were no longer emerald green, but a deep shade of scarlet red. The glittering white fangs were dripping with crimson blood and the black rubbery nose at the end of his muzzle flared like an angry bull. "Where's your friend?" "He went to buy you more pizza," Coe lied. He tried not to look at Taruziel as he drew closer and sniffed. What was he looking for? "Are you lying to me?" "N-no! That's ridiculous! He went to the store, I promise." Coe felt his heart skip a beat and tried to control his fear. The same blood covered fangs bared before his eyes in intimidation. "Where is he?" Every word was slow and deliberate. Coe was scared, but he had to give Miles a chance to pull off whatever plan he had. "I swear he went to the store." Coe's eyes started to swell with tears and he could no longer control the fear pounding in his ears. Taruziel gave one more sniff and brought the scarlet eyes level with Coe's soft blues. "I... can... smell... you..." Suddenly, Coe found himself on the ground with the wolf's paws crushing the wind out of his chest. There was a loud crack and Coe cried at a sharp pain in his side. "You or him, Coe. NOW!" "Please, I don't know. He said he was going to the store!" "Wrong answer," he growled. Coe closed his eyes and screamed. Something sharp sunk deep into his shoulder, but was ripped away. Coe opened his eyes long enough to see a blur of black and white tumbling with the blond furred wolf. Fuck.