#char: Demon!Blaine

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meme post #2

“You can’t control me like you can your little puppets, can you?”

The human was trying to be tough; it was clear in his tone and expression that he thought he had the control here, not the demon. It was laughable, seeing Gage believe that he was able to fight Blaine and win. Or rather, that he was able to force his soul back into him and make him weak again, get him to feel again. The demon was strong, even stronger than most considering he still had his magic, so this human wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything to him. So the demon couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the question.

Even more amusing was that he seemed to think Blaine would even be able to cope with his soul back. He’d been quite the pathetic human, ruled by his emotions and forever fearing the suffering of others. Amusing that Gage seemed to think that the memories wouldn’t destroy Blaine. On top of that, his magic had turned dark and would now forever be tainted with it. He could plunge his soul back into him, but there was no correcting that. The darkness would haunt him for the rest of his human life, would almost consume him and the human version of himself – ugh – would struggle not to continue to use dark magic, if it were to ever come to that – which it wouldn’t.

But the most entertaining part? Gage had seemed to forget how much Blaine knew about him, how much knowledge he had that he could use to his advantage. Human and demon, Blaine knew him better than anybody, and he could easily find ways of manipulating the boy if he wanted, especially now that he could feel pain and guilt and hurt and everything.

A twisted grin curled at Blaine’s lips. This was going to be fun.

“Are you quite sure about that?” His tone was challenging, closing the distance between himself and the human, lifting a hand to caress his cheek as he let his facial features fall into something more sympathizing. Fake, of course. “Oh, honey… I guess you must be right. Now that you have those emotions of yours, why would you listen to a soulless thing like me? Hm?” He brushed his thumb across his skin, gently, almost lovingly. “You wouldn’t. You have no reason to. I have no control over you at all. Although…”

He let his grin fall back into place then, eyes growing dark as he let his hand fall from Gage’s face, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were soulless, too, not too long ago, weren’t you? Do you remember all those people you killed? How many of them you slaughtered and tortured and how much you enjoyed it? Don’t you miss that feeling? The thrill of the fear on their faces and the blood on your hands?” He tilted his head slightly as he gave a questioning hum.

Beaming – he could see that he was getting somewhere with his Gage, bringing up that guilt Blaine could so easily use against him – the demon spun on his heels and talked as he took a few steps away from him. “Don’t you miss not feeling? I don’t have to think about guilt or fear or any of that silly human stuff; I can just sit back and enjoy the show. I do so miss my emotionless Gagey, so forceful and compelling… and he possessed such an incredible need to kill.” He gave a dramatic, longing sigh.

A pause, and then he continued, grin reforming and head held high. “You didn’t have to think about any of the guilt, either. No pain. No fear. You never even had to be afraid of dying. You must be in so much pain right now, my sweet one. All of that previously discarded guilt building up and coming back to you.” It was admittedly quite difficult to read the human, though he held his tone, confident that one way or another, sooner or later, he would have that thing torn out of him and abolished. He faked a worried frown once more, arms falling to his sides. “You don’t have to go through this anymore. You never have to go through this again. You can be happy and free, and you can do whatever you want with your life.”

All of the ammo Blaine felt he could use against the demon, he was. Everything he could think of to stir his emotions, to use them against him, half to prove that he could, in fact, control Gage, thank you very much, the other half for taking further steps to fulfill his larger goal: to recover his version of Gage. “And your friends, they must be so upset with you. Every time they look at you they must see what you’ve done, the monster they think you were, the deaths you’ve caused and the suffering you’ve created. That must be so lonely, knowing the only people you have to surround yourself with not-so-secretly resent you.”

A hum, then, as he paced towards him once more. “Don’t you miss having a companion who would stand by you through it all? Don’t you miss me, your one true love? We could do anything together. Anything we wanted, we could take with no cost, and gosh was it fun.” He pressed himself close to him, wrapping his arms around his neck and keeping his expression as gentle and caring as his emotionless heart could muster. “I love you. You love me.”

“No more pain. No more suffering. Your one true love back… think about it.”

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

The usual excitement of arriving at Gage’s bubbled inside of Blaine, his grin wide and bright when he popped into the room. Just for a second, his brow furrowed, confused as Gage was nowhere to be seen. There was no time to panic or worry, though, his lover’s location becoming immediately apparent, making a small giggle leave the witch.

Gage must have lost track of time, thinking it was earlier than it was because his voice echoed from the bathroom loud and clear. Blaine approached, slow and silent, not wanting to make his appearance known as he knew the hunter would stop if he knew he was there. As the distance closed, it began to dawn upon him that Gage was quite the singer. An incredible one, at that. Actually, Blaine would have thought that Gage was as passionate about it as he if he hadn’t known better.

The witch had never actually heard him sing. Not quite like this, anyway. Sure, some whispered words while Blaine was falling asleep. On one occasion he’d sung a pretty good rendition of Say You Won’t Let Go to him, but it had still been nervous, unsure, nothing like this was now. This was loud and unashamed – granted, under the belief that no one could hear, but still, Blaine was proud and amazed at how good Gage sounded. Maybe it was a little unfair for him to keep listening while Gage sang his heart out, knowing he wouldn’t be if he’d known Blaine was there, but he couldn’t help himself.

When he did finally make his presence known with a please, giggly ‘hi Gage,’ his boyfriend jumped a mile, a yelp cutting off the tune. “Sorry, sorry!” Blaine continued, the giggling coming to a stop. Now he did feel bad. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was perfect. Incredible, you should sing more often.” And he wasn’t just saying that to try to make him feel better; he really thought that Gage was one of the best singers he’d heard. Like, ever. So maybe he was a little biased, but he was certain anyone else would feel the same if he was brave enough to show them.

With a grin, he tested the door to see if it was locked. As he’d suspected, it wasn’t locked – no need when you’re home alone anyway, right? So Blaine merely peeked his head around the door, still smiling broadly, as he continued. “Perhaps you could sing to me more often? We could even duet if it made you feel more comfortable, having someone singing with you. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, but- wow, Gage.”

‘  don’t pretend to know my pain.  ’ 

The words left Blaine breathless, frozen for a moment. He didn’t know how to help Gage with this. How could he? The hunter was right; Blaine didn’t know his pain. There was pain of his own, plenty of it, an abundance of it, but it was the opposite side of things. He knew the pain of losing the man he loved to a creature who twisted him, turned him into something he wasn’t. He knew the pain of seeing his friends killed by said loved ones, of believing he and them would never be back. Of being taken, being told he would be changed and twisted, too.

But Blaine didn’t have the blood on his hands, the memories of taking and destroying people’s lives in seconds. He didn’t have so many people hating him over a thing that was inside of him, a thing he couldn’t control. He didn’t have to relive the moments his friends died at his own hands, watch them become monsters.

Blaine didn’t know Gage’s pain. And he admitted so, sucking in a long breath after whispering the words to him, agreeing with him. No, he didn’t know.

He had to do something, though. Watching his fiance suffering like this caused him pain, unable to stand the thought of him hurting so badly. So he closed the distance Gage had put between them, gently placing both his hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss. On his tiptoes, he tenderly placed his forehead against his lover’s cheek, eyes closed, hand moving to his hair. Just for a second, he played with it, staying there.

“But I love you. I love you, and I’m with you, and that means we face this together.”

Feeling his lover’s arms come up to wrap around him, he lowered himself, letting Gage bury his face in his neck. Blaine’s own arms moved to wrap around the taller boy, holding onto him tightly, wishing that doing so could put back together the broken pieces, as though if he squeezed hard enough, the shards would meld back into one.

“I love you,” he repeated in a breath. “I love you. I don’t know your pain, but I won’t watch you suffer. I won’t. I’m here. I won’t let you go.”

[ TEXT ] Don’t tell me I can do whatever makes me happy while also saying I have to put on pants.

[TEXT] Gage, honey, you can’t live your entire life without wearing pants.

[TEXT] First of all, I am not losing the love of my life to prison because he was too stubborn to put on pants. No way. What would I tell our children? And the neighbors?

[TEXT] Plus I would miss you. And you would get cold. And if by chance you’re not arrested, you would get everyone’s attention, and I would get jealous.

[TEXT] Put on your pants.

[ TEXT ] sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.

[TEXT] …Why am I not surprised.

[TEXT] Wait. You ran off for free food without telling me? I want free food!

[delay]

[TEXT] But seriously, honey… we need to talk about this sooner or later. You can’t keep putting it off. Please.

[ TEXT ] If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.

[TEXT] I’m not going to die.

[TEXT] I’m fine. I’m going to be fine.

[delay]

[TEXT] Just don’t come here, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt. You deserve the day off. And I

[TEXT] I’m going to be fine.

[TEXT] I love you.

[ TEXT ] I have booze and I wanna give you a bj. How can you be mad at me?

[TEXT] Easily.

[TEXT] Fine. I’m coming. But you owe me, Gage Kelly Gilbert.

[TEXT] Love me?

❝ I’ll try to make it painless. ❞

Whenever Gage said something similar to that, it would hit Blaine all over again just how inhuman he had become. It wasn’t just that he was evil, enjoyed killing and causing chaos. It wasn’t just that he liked it, it was that he didn’t seem to understand anything but. There were no emotions inside of him, no real ones, nothing other than rage and maybe enjoyment when getting his own way. The demon couldn’t fathom the reasons for Blaine not wanting to lose his soul, didn’t think he had a reason to worry about how he would kill because he wouldn’t care once he was a demon. No, Gage seemed to think the main reason was the pain of it. Like if it didn’t hurt, the witch would happily go through with it.

Like all of the lives that would be lost to Blaine didn’t matter to him at all.

And that was because they didn’t matter to the demon. They didn’t in the slightest and never would while he was like this. Death and destruction was all he knew and all he would ever know.

Allowing his eyes to slip towards Gage, Blaine felt his heart break all over again. Or rather, the aching of the wounds already there – he never could heal while his love was like this. “It’s not that,” he whispered, sucking in a shuddering breath. But how could he explain to Gage? He wouldn’t understand anyway, he never had understood even the slightest. The demon would continue to try to manipulate him into agreeing, to make him think it was the best option for Blaine. It wasn’t. But he needed Gage to stop, and he needed to make him stop in a way that wouldn’t get him maimed to death.

“I don’t care about the pain, Gage,” he whispered, tearing his gaze away again, feeling sick just looking at him. He appeared almost hopeful, like he believed that he would truly have Blaine by his side one day, and the obsession – not love, he couldn’t feel love – in his gaze served only to torment the witch further.

“I don’t care about the pain at all. It’s… I…” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish without angering him. Because if he told him the truth? If he told him and actually got through to Gage, made him finally believe that Blaine couldn’t stand the thought of one day becoming a killer? That could only trigger his wanting to do it anyway, to take his soul by force, rather than waiting for Blaine to change his mind. The witch didn’t want Gage to think there was a chance that he’d decide to have his soul removed, but the moment he knew it was true would be the moment Blaine’s fate was sealed. “I just… don’t want to become a demon. I’m happy being the way that I am. I… I don’t want blood on my hands.”

And he left it at that. Because that was all he could do.

💐  your muse giving mine flowers

Every other day, the excitement and relief of knowing Blaine would be with Gage that night would be what kept Blaine going through the day. It was a wonder the remaining students at McKinley hadn’t figured that something was going on, given the shift in Blaine’s mood. Though, he supposed, they had their own things to keep busy with, that they had more than enough of their own plates. Besides, the people who weren’t close to Blaine had been keeping their distance, him being the boyfriend of the guy who killed everyone, and all.

Regardless, that very boyfriend was waiting for him in his apartment, and there wasn’t a lot that could shadow Blaine’s anticipation for that. Each night they spent together was an escape from the terror of the rest of their lives – at least until one of them woke with a nightmare, or they thought too much about the outside of their safe bubble. Even when they did, even when things were dark and scary and seemed hopeless, they had each other, and that was enough to get them through it all.

What Blaine hadn’t been expecting on this particular night was for the apartment to be empty when he arrived, flitting in out of thin air. “Gage?” he called, brow furrowed as he began to search for his love. But no, he definitely wasn’t home. Odd. Really odd. He was always here when Blaine arrived, always there to hold him only seconds after seeing him, and yet… he wasn’t.

As the fear began to rise in his throat, the fear that the worse had happened – Gage had been taken again, or worse, was dead – he spotted the bouquet of flowers sat on the table. Breath caught in his throat, he reached for them, lifted them, and immediately relaxed as he saw the note on them.

They were a gift for Blaine, of course, a way of making up for Gage not being there yet, who was stuck at work. A breathy laugh left him as a wave of relief washed over him, a tear – stupid tear – building in his eyes. Of course, his mind would immediately jump to the worst conclusion, and Gage would be the hopeless romantic he was and leave him flowers instead of a text or a note. God, he loved that man.

😈 - My muse crawling on your muse and pressing their hips against your muse’s crotch

Possessiveness. Usually, that was Gage’s thing. The hunter always wanted to ensure that people knew Blaine was his and his only, and the witch had no problem with that at all. It was cute sometimes, attractive other times, and the rest of the time it was way hotter than Blaine ever thought he would find the quality. Either way, it wasn’t something he would ever try to change in his lover.

This time, though, it was him being possessive. Maybe also a little jealous. Seeing his fiance interact with his co-worker who was so clearly interested in Gage -- who could blame him -- switched something inside of the witch, making him needy, and perhaps a little irrational. Gage was his. And he was Gage’s. And that guy wouldn’t be with Gage. Although there was nothing to prove to the hunter -- Blaine knew he adored him -- he hadn’t been able to help himself, the emotions building up inside him when they left, the witch not wanting to cause a scene.

And now they were on the couch, Blaine moving to straddle Gage’s lap, wrapping his arms around him. The hunter seemed surprised, but Blaine didn’t take his time to assess his expression, instead, moving one of his hands to cup the side of Gage’s face, the other to his hair. The little remaining distance vanished as the witch pulled him into a deep kiss, urgent, passionate, desperate. He was Gage’s, goddammit, not that guy. It didn’t matter that he’d been hitting on Gage and trying to flirt because Blaine had this and the way his fiance pulled him closer and held him tight reassured him of that.

“I love you,” he whispered against his lips, voice weak and breathy. “I love you, and I’m yours. All yours. Just yours.” Then he kissed him again, this time pressing his tongue into Gage’s mouth, the sound the hunter made stirring heat inside of him. With that, he slowly lowered his hips, pressing impossibly closer to his lover and whining for more contact. It wasn’t enough.

They both seemed to have the same idea, momentarily shifting to remove their shirts, starting with Blaine’s. It wasn’t fast enough. He was Gage’s, and he wanted to show the man just how much he loved and wanted him, and he wanted to do it now.

Finally both shirtless, the hunter began to press kisses to Blaine’s neck, and he took the opportunity to speak, to beg for Gage. A shudder ran up his spine as his fiance’s lips brushed over a particularly sensitive area. “I want you,” he murmured. “I want you in me. I... please. Please. Can we- can I ride you?” Hands returning to Gage’s hair, he continued, voice only becoming more desperate. “Please. I need it. I’m yours, and I need it, and I need you, please.”