[C] Supernatural Meeting

Alyosha was loitering in a near-abandoned car park.

He'd just dealt with one of his boss' clients that had been skipping out on his usual payments and was just relaxing and enjoying the near-silence for a while before he had to head back to base.

The man rooted through his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

He made an annoyed noise when he flicked the pack open. One left.

He pressed the butt of the cigarette to his lips and sparked it up, crumpling up the packet and tossing it over the edge of the car park, down into the street below.

His hand delved back into the thick material of his jacket pocket. It was a cold day today.

Cold.  

Hungry.

Dying.

But death would not come to the creature, cursed to look like a human boy when in reality he was a demon thousands of years old.  

The child-like being had found himself in Russia. Before this is had been Africa.  He lived in Africa for a long long time.  They fed him well there.  The laws in Africa were to hell, after all.  It was a buffet for a demon who could only feast upon  sinners.

He found himself in Russia after being sold off into a human trafficking ring.  The man who bought him off took good care of Miz in all of the wrong ways.  

Honestly the boy didn't want to kill the pig who bought him.  He was a wealthy man and ensured that Miz was spoiled aside from the torture he had to endure.  And Mizraim's only purpose in life was to be tortured.    

But after going a long time without food, Miz finally gave into his hunger and left the pig drained of all his blood.  

It was either starve or be tortured.  Uriel designed it that way.  

He was curled up in the backseat of a broken down car.  Tears lined his cheeks.  He hated crying, but the misery made it uncontrollable.  

When he smelt the scent of another human, he slowly sat up.

He'd hidden in the abandoned parking lot to keep away from humans. But now that the scent filled his nose, the hunger took control.  

Timidly he snuck out of the back of the car and padded slowly towards Alyosha.

The Russian man would see a frail, skinny boy with dirty clothes and tear stained cheeks approaching him.  

The child looked scared, needy, and desperate.

Lyo ran his fingers through his hair as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, leaning back against the wall.

Despite the place being abandoned, it was nice.

Quiet.

He didn't get to be in quiet places like this often. His life was so full of tousles and arguments. He hated always being busy and having to deal with all the arguments.

His eyes flickered up when he heard the slapping of Miz' feet against the concrete floor.

"Ty v poryadke, malysh?" the man called out towards the kid that was walking towards him. The kid looked like shit. Poor thing wasn't wearing much and looked like hell.

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You okay, kid?

Miz's hand clutched the hem of his own shirt. It was something he did when he was timid or nervous.

The man spoke Russian to him. Miz didn't know Russian, at least not yet. He knew many different languages, but Russian was still new to him.

Kid, he understood the word kid.

His brain searched for the right word.

"P-Pom-pomoshch'" He stuttered. That was the right word, he hoped.

"Pozhalsta" His voice was as weak as he looked frail.

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"H-Hel-Help"

"Please" though Miz mispronounced it, as the actual word is "Pozhaluysta"

The boy's Russian was terrible and broken.

Perhaps he spoke English? That was a language that most people seemed to know.

"Are you okay, kid?" he asked again in slow English, a thick accent lining his words.

The man took one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the wall and stepping towards the Demon.

Among the languages he knew, English was one of them. This would be easier now.

Miz shook his head no.

"Please help me." He asked desperately, taking another step close to Lyo.

"I'm so cold." He whispered.

Lyo stripped himself of his heavy fur-lined coat and stepped forwards, slinging it around the boy's shoulders.

"Where are parents?" he asked, looking own at the boy.

Miz was tiny. Alyosha himself stood at six foot five. This boy was dwarfed by his large coat.

He patted the boy's hair in a gentle motion, atypical of the gangster image he had.

With his one arm, Miz readily clutched the coat draped around his shoulders. The man's body warmth stuck to the coat, making it even toastier for the little demon.

This didn't make Miz like him though. Humans were all pigs. They only gave to get. Charity was rare on this planet.

"Dead." Was all Miz said. For all the lies that Miz had told in his life, that was something he didn't have to lie about.

He killed his mother, and Uriel killed his father.

With an air of shyness, Miz stepped closer to the Russian man.

His blood smelled so good. Miz would expose the greedy, mindless side of this human.

And then he would dine.

"Other family? Guardian?"

This wasn't the place for a kid to be roaming alone.

There were some people far nastier than he was here. He didn't want to have to hear about whispers of a dead or raped kid around. Those thoughts sickened him.

"How long have you been here?"

How long had the kid been roaming like this?

Probably for a while if his state was anything to say about it. The kid needed to get back to someone that cared about him.

Mis shook his head no.

"There is no one." He said, telling the truth again. A sinking feeling overcame the boy, the one he always got when he let that thought sink in. It was terrible, having no one care about him. It made him worthless.

"I'm hungry. So hungry." He whimpered, ignoring Lyo's second question. He stepped in closer again, and snuggled into the Russian mans warm bpdy.

"Can you take me somewhere warm?" He asked as he nuzzled his face against Lyo's stomach. The Russian was so tall compared to Miz's boney little body.

Lyo pursed his lips when the boy pressed against his body.

"I can take you to food shop. You can eat."

There was no way he'd take him back to where he stayed. It was too risky. There would be questions from the other tenants. He didn't want questions.

"Then we can find place for you."

He could take the boy to an orphanage or something.

Miz whimpered.

No, that'd be useless. Human food wasn't what he needed. He needed blood.

He let go of the coat and ran his pale hand along Alyosha's stomach. His thin fingers dipped into the front of the Russian man's trousers, feeling the line of hair that led down to his crotch.

Miz hated doing this, but he was desperate. He'd act like a sleazy child to get the man to take advantage of him, and then he could finally eat.

He kept nuzzling his head against the man as he let his hand pet.

"You're warm." He whispered out seductively.

The man's hand grasped the boy's wrist gently as his fingers dipped under his waistband, pulling it out of the front of his jeans.

"You are young, kid," Lyo tutted as he took a half step back.

"Consent changed years ago. You do not look sixteen."

Alyosha did many things, but he wouldn't let something inappropriate happen with someone that was under the age limit.

A few years ago things would be fine. The age limit was lower then. The boy looked older than that age limit. But it had changed since then. The boy looked too young for the new age limit.

"Don't mind the law. It doesn't matter. I'm experienced with men much older than you. Please, I need warmth." He insisted. But his cheeks were red with shame.

The true Miz was disgusted by this.

But he needed to feed, it was overwhelming him.

Alyosha shook his head.

The man didn't abide by the law very often, but this was something that he wouldn't negotiate. He wouldn't do anything intimate with anyone younger than sixteen.

"No."

He wasn't giving into Miz.

Miz hung his head. The man feared the law too much.

Damn it all.

Like a child, the boy started crying again.

"I'm so hu-hungry." He simpered, feeling like he could collapse.

Alyosha wouldn't be able to understand what was going on. The supernatural forces at work in the dark and disgusting situation.

Alyosha didn't fear the law. He laughed at the law.

He just believed that the idea of sixteen being a good age of consent. Fourteen had been young for the man, but with fourteen year olds going on about how it was legal, he had given in easy enough.

But now he was happy keeping his sex life with people above the age of sixteen.

"Shh," the man murmured, thumbs rubbing against the boy's wet cheeks as he dropped to one knee. At this height, he was just a little smaller than the boy.

"Don't cry. What do you want to eat?" Alyosha asked.

Blood. I want your blood human.

Miz's icy blue eyes met Alyosha's.

"Why? Why can't you just be a pig like the rest of your kind!?" Miz choked out. He was angry. Not because Lyo had done the right thing. No, he was angry at Uriel. The damned angel had made it so that Miz could only survive on his own suffering.

When he finally met humans who wouldn't hurt him, he was left starving.

He broke down into a sob.

The man's brows raised at the outburst.

That was... A little confusing, quite honestly. Many people would call him a pig; a bad person; an absolute bastard. Some of his family among them.

"Lets get some food," the man murmured softly, standing and petting the boy's hair gently before taking a step towards the exit.

"Feed you so you're not hungry any more."

Miz saw the blood on Lyo's knuckles.

Without thinking he took the mans wrist and began trying to lick the blood off, salvage what he could.

He didn't care if the man found it odd. He was desperate.

The man stopped walking when the boy grasped his wrist.

He titled his head as he watched the boy's tongue glide over his knuckles. Lyo didn't want to admit that the sight of the boy's tongue laving over his hand was getting him just a little hot under the collar.

"Blood fetish?" he asked curiously.

"You want blood?"

Blood fetish. Ha.

That was one way to put it.

Miz nooded his head up and down slowly.

Maybe he could make this work after all.

The man allowed his tongue to lave over his lower lip slowly.

"You want blood not food?" he asked again, just to make sure. He didn't want to get things mixed up and scare the boy off.

If he ran he could bump into someone unpleasant and Lyo didn't want the boy bumping into anyone like that.

Those sorts of men should have their dicks cut off.

He didn't just want blood.

He needed blood.

Miz nodded his head with more vigor.

His blue eyes were gleaming with neediness.

The man inhaled slowly.

He'd met people like this before; people that fed off blood. Enjoyed it. He admitted that the idea of lapping blood off someone was sexy but he didn't understand people actually feeding off blood.

Lyo pulled a flick knife out of the back pocket of his tight jeans and flicked open the blade.

He drew the blade over his palm slowly, wincing as it sliced through skin until blood welled up.

The man held his hand out to the boy.

Better himself than some random person. At least Lyo trusted himself not to do anything to the boy.