Fanfiction "Romance Club. Secret of Heaven" | The Story of "No Smoke Without Me"

“Damn you, angel Fencio. Lord, I'm sorry.

A small shiver runs through your whole body, which usually happens when you panic. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people who in a critical situation begins to think faster. Common symptoms: stupor, tremor, nausea. And what would you like to do with it?

A stranger at a crossroads. A similar task for my fourth trip to Earth has already become boring; I wanted something new, especially when my success in pushing people to do good began to bear fruit. For example, I was less often called Unrecognized and more often invited to join the angels at dinner or at recess. The news about my pedigree also left its mark on the general attitude towards me and my choice. And only the angel Fencio pursed his lips skeptically, folded his arms on his chest and answered in a tone that did not require objections: “You are only at the very beginning of the journey, Vicki Walker, do not rejoice ahead of time. Your next task will not seem too easy to you, if only because I decided to complicate it.

As if my whole existence before these words of his was easy.

“Okay, Vicki, stop wailing about your unfortunate fate, get yourself together,” I whisper to myself, peeking out from behind a brick wall.

A few yards away, a dilemma unfolds: an elderly man, apparently homeless, is faced with a difficult (as for me) choice - whether to pick up a wallet that fell out of the bag of that lady with a child who crosses the road, or return it to its owner. Wow! Just a plot from children's books about morality! Do situations like this still happen, does this man really not make up his mind?

In my case, everything is transparent and clear: I have to convince him to give up the wallet. Good, of course, will return to him, perhaps threefold, and it will be more difficult for him to wash himself off from theft than from half a century of dirt hanging from his clothes.

Full of determination and panic growing in my chest, I manage to take only a step towards the poor fellow, when I hear a familiar voice behind me to hysterics:

“Of course, I understand that I’m a notorious bastard and I shouldn’t have mocked that squishy Unrecognized one like that, but are you, or what, my punishment?

No, no, no, please, not that...

I turn around convulsively, already feeling my eyes fill with blood, and someone gets stuck in my throat.

Lucifer, ladies and gentlemen.

Am I your punishment? - I exclaim with displeasure and take a step towards the demon. What are you doing here?

One has only to intersect with his haughty gaze, as Fencio's words immediately pop up in his memory. He is my complication of the task. Well, thanks, whatever they're up to, I'll fail. With anyone, anything and anything, but not in his presence.

Lucifer grins, sweeping me from head to toe with his self-satisfied gaze of frightening and alluring scarlet eyes. The black shirt perfectly fits his muscles, and these curves of his tattoos make you want to stare for days on end, preferably by tracing their outline with your fingers, or tongue, or maybe ...

I shudder sharply, mentally giving myself a slap in the face. That is why I do not want to cross paths with him. This goat reads minds or sneaks into them on his own, otherwise I can’t explain my obsession with this narcissistic demon in any way.

“I was a little naughty the other day, they sent me here, they said that punishment awaits me. Wings,” he lazily explains.

The deed is done: my self-esteem is hurt. And not just hurt - she convulses on this very pavement, shedding tears and washing herself with blood. My tasks are set as punishments for demons. And I thought I was special.

Idiot.

“The Angel Fencio told me that he would make my task more difficult. Now I realized that the difficulty is in you, - I bark with resentment and turn around at that stranger, frozen in the throes of choice.

Time seems to have stopped, because that girl who lost her wallet has not disappeared anywhere, but only stands at the bus stop, calming her crying daughter. It's so weird that it's all set up...

- Oh, forget it. I have a headache. I'm not going to complicate things, mind your own good deeds, and then wait for the whirlpool.

A dismissive tone and an interested look - Luci drives me into a dead end. It has always been like this, from our very first meeting, there, by the labyrinth. He usually looks more…alive. And now all the strength seemed to have been sucked out of him, and, my God, is this demon really capable of feeling pain?

However, I'm not going to waste time on idle chatter. Under his gaze, burning through my back, I follow the man. It takes me about five minutes to talk him out of stealing. With a proud smile, I watch how he, drooping, crosses the road and returns the girl's wallet. She, smiling and not ceasing to shower him with thanks, takes out several bills from her wallet and hands them to the homeless man. The chain of goodness is closed. Vicki Walker did her job.

And the measured clapping behind my back is an excellent confirmation of this.

“Bravo, Unrecognized, why the hell did you do it so quickly?

Discouraged, I open my mouth and turn to the disgruntled Lucifer.

— What do you not like? We'll be back to school soon.

“We won’t be back.” He rolls his eyes, leaning against the brick wall. - I'm on punishment and I have a strictly specified period - an hour. And if my punishment is you, then the whirlpool will not accept you sooner.

Your mother.

A disappointed sigh escapes his lips. Leaning against the wall next to him, groaning in disappointment:

- Damn it.

Lucifer turns to me with a smirk. Damn habit. Crap! I strike my lips with my palm, and Luci seems to revel in my position. The best decision now is to move the topic, even if communication with him does not correspond to my moral principles. No matter how hot and devilishly beautiful Lucifer is, he is a demon, it is forbidden to hang out with him, but I didn’t really want to.

"So what were you supposed to do on my assignment?"

“Ah, nothing complicated,” the voice hoarsely stretches, and he closes his eyes, massaging his temples. He seems to have had a fun night. “You incline people to good, that’s all. I should have put doubt in you.

- Doubt?

Luci looks around, and only now I understand that we are both standing in a deserted gateway, instead of enjoying our time on Earth. He understands me without words and comes out of the shadows, moving a little forward along the street flooded with pedestrians. Once I was among them, and no matter how strong my desire is now to break loose again to my father, to friends or to the police station - I obediently follow Lucifer, thinking about whether passers-by touch my wings and feel their. Here it is - the reverse side of responsibility.

“Look, pretty, you’re all so kind and correct, you made a homeless man return his wallet,” he casually throws over his shoulder, just to make sure that I’m still trailing somewhere behind. “I showed up at the most opportune moment and had to pass off the dark side as the light side. As far as I understand.

He is so tall, and his step is too fast to keep up with him. My hair is messed up from this half-run, and I'm trying to catch my breath to ask a question:

— What else does that mean?

Lucifer stops, causing me to bump awkwardly into his broad back. The smell of some completely unearthly perfume hits my nose, and I close my eyes in pleasure. He turns to me with a sly smile.

“If it weren’t for laziness and a hangover, and, unfortunately, it haunts everyone without exception, I would take your hand, make such a face,” his large palms squeeze mine, and truly kindness blooms on his lips, if you don’t go into his essence, smile. “And I’d say, ‘Vicki, are you sure you’re doing the right thing? After all, he needs the money. What if he dies of hunger? Look, the girl has a ring. She is married, which means she is under the protection of her husband. This poor guy has no one. What if this is his chance? And you want to take it away from him?

Lucifer resumes his stride.

Remaining standing in the middle of the sidewalk in an absurd stupor, I struggle to recover. Wow! If it were not for the neglect of all the rules and the laziness of Lucifer, I would have been led astray, I would have completed the task, but it would not have been my path, not the consciously chosen path of an angel, and Fencio would have burst from his complacency! So I have to thank Luci? Wow.

- Yes, you stand! — I catch up with him already at the entrance to the park.

Memories with a sharp slap in the face make me stop. Here I often walked with my father as a child, rested after classes at the university with friends and painted, admiring the amazing view of these picturesque cherry trees. Lucifer does not enter the park, choosing a different path - bypassing. For this I am grateful to him.

"So I should thank you?"

I hear Luci chuckle.

- No. I didn't do it for you, but only because I was too lazy to bother.

But you might be in trouble...

- My father is Satan, pretty, I'll deal with my problems somehow.

- You say this every time, in every dispute and at every skirmish - I intervene, as it turns out later - in vain. "Don't you have any merit?" Why hide behind your father?

And if I knew then that with my long tongue I completely unconsciously brought a match to the wick of dynamite - I would not have scattered barbs. But Luci turns around, and his eyes, already terrifying, burn with danger. A funeral march is already playing in my head.

- Who is telling me this? he spits. - Some kind of girl without family or tribe. Unrecognized. Ha!

There is rudeness and hostility in the voice, in the eyes - my future death. I can just see how he twists my neck and throws me into the fire, grinning.

“Take your words back,” I lift my head proudly, feeling a betrayal burning in my eyes.

“Get your ass out of here and don’t stagger under my feet, truncated?”

After giving me a last look of contempt, Luci hurries to leave. Without thinking twice, I follow him. Firstly, because the remaining forty-five minutes we must spend together so as not to fail the task. And secondly, what the hell? Oh yes, I know what.

"Look who's offended!" I exclaim with a smile.

- Offended? Arching an eyebrow, Lucifer turns around. He slows down, so now we're walking shoulder to shoulder. “Watch your tongue, Unrecognized.

Yeah, Donnie warned me...

— Dino.

- What?

“His name is Dino, you stupid head.

A chuckle escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.

“And I always knew that you were secretly in love with him. Can I write a novel about your forbidden love?

- It is forbidden. There is not enough brains to combine letters into words. You only know how to grind with your tongue.

I roll my eyes in annoyance, suddenly noticing that slowly but surely, we are approaching the city limits. There are fewer people, and twice as many old abandoned shop windows, in the reflection of which two strangers flicker. I don’t even want to remember their faces and appearance, because, perhaps, these people are already dead. As I.

“What are you following me for, I don’t understand?” Like a doggy.

“Because we have to stick together if we want to complete the task,” I bark in resentment, wrapping both arms around myself.

Lucifer sighs wearily.

I don't care about the mission.

“And I don’t care that you don’t care. I don't want problems with Fencio.

He suddenly stops, forcing me to slow down too. And while I'm trying to defend myself at least mentally from this bastard, Lucifer discharges my force field, only taking a step towards me and bending over my ear. Its aroma is intoxicating, and from its skin, which is so close to my lips, a violent heat emanates, as if not blood runs through its veins, but lava.

Not giving my actions a report, I close my eyes again. From one of its tones, the eyelashes begin to flutter:

“Maybe I want you to have problems.

Great slap, thanks.

I clench my jaw and rest my palms on Lucifer's broad chest, pushing him away from me.

“You know, for a split second, I even thought that you…”

- Wow!

- What?

“You’re nothing here, but you’ve already learned to think!” What's next, Vicki? Will you learn to joke?

- Yes, you went.

Everything about him—except for his appearance and aura—irritates me. Immoral, goat, narcissist! How much longer should I endure it, how much should I suffer? Thank you, angel Fencio, for your open dislike of me: now I understand what the difficulty of the task really was.

I push him with my shoulder and go forward, noticing that we have come to an old abandoned square. Well, of course. Where else, albeit unconsciously, could Lucifer lead me? Despite all the gloom of this place, the sun is high above the horizon, and the green branches of the willows affably bent over the benches in the park. That's where I'm heading in hopes of getting away from this self-satisfied jerk.

But can you hide from him?

“Come on, don’t pout, Unrecognized. You started first. It is because of you that I wander through these gateways, - Lucifer sits down on the bench next to me and stretches his hand on her back, creating the appearance of a hug.

I roll my eyes, noticing that we are alone here, hidden from prying eyes in the thickets of willow. Picturesquely, maybe one day I would depict it - if I had the time and desire.

“I actually have a name.

- And I have a mind, charisma, charm and a good tool in my pants.

- What? I almost scream, opening my mouth in dismay. - Why are you talking about all this?

“Well, why should I remember your name?

I smile and turn away. No, he's just unbearable. This rule is as old as the world - all devilishly beautiful people are true devils. Lucifer is living proof of that. Or not alive.

Well, self-esteem. Tell me, when you masturbate to your reflection in the mirror, do you even manage to get to your friend or do you immediately finish when you see yourself?

Laughing loudly, Luci turns his whole body towards me. He tucks one leg under him and peers curiously into my eyes, and the next second, the demon's long fingers are gingerly grasping a lock of my hair.

“Look, Miss Purity has learned to joke. How often do you picture me for masturbation?

With a sharp movement, I pull his hand away from my hair. Jerk.

When I want to think about something disgusting to curb my appetite? Often.

I'm not sure how much this hurts Lucifer, because the legends of his sexual adventures lasting longer than my whole life have even reached me. I see the way the girls and some guys follow him, I see it, because I often sin with this myself. Lucifer is hot, it would be foolish to deny it, but all his sexuality is nothing compared to this annoying character. He acts as if the entire universe belongs to him.

Immersed in my thoughts, at first I don't even feel touched on my skin. My cheeks turn scarlet when I notice his large hand squeezing my thigh. Damn that short dress.

I swallow nervously and raise my frightened gaze to Lucifer.

Looks like he got the hell out of it.

- What are you doing?

When his palm unceremoniously begins to crawl higher, I abruptly intercept it, kicking the demon's hand off my hip. It seems that I will be left with a scar, a burn from the temperature of his body, from how hot this moment was and how many conflicting sensations it entailed.

"Stupid Vicki, why resist your desires?" I see how you look at me. Hunger, lust, excitement. Are you sure you're going to take the right side? You have all the demonic inclinations.

His words mean nothing to me, but for some reason I can't just pick up and leave. I am responsible, I am attached to my task, and therefore to it. And I have to calm my racing heart right now.

“You think too much of yourself, Luci,” I bark rudely, trying to tear my gaze away from his magical eyes.

"Enough to know you're crazy about me."

Without thinking twice, I burst out laughing. I'm just crazy about a pretty picture, mate. Your soul, if it exists at all, does not appeal to me.

"There's something demonic about that fake laugh, isn't there?"

Stop swaying me to your side.

“I don't care which side you choose, pretty.” He leans in to my ear and, out of the blue, places a kiss on my neck that makes me flinch and I don't fucking pull away. Like I'm wondering what's next. “Mmmm, you smell delicious.”

I slowly turn my head in his direction, trying to calm my pounding heart. Our eyes meet, and the way he looks at me makes heat spread in the lower abdomen, and thoughts frantically swirl in my head. I shift my gaze to his lips, no longer holding back a light sigh, which becomes the starting point for my journey called “You got it, girl.”

After all, at that very moment he seems to go into a rage, grabs me by the hips and sits me on his knees, which is why an admiring sigh flies from my lips. After all, sooner or later we were bound to find ourselves in that position. And the thought of how wrong it is, what consequences it could have, and how I could give him the green light, will cause me insomnia after.

After him.

“You're just some kind of tempting snake,” I whisper between his kisses, which reach my neck, my collarbones and cheekbones, but not my lips.

From this, hunger rises in my throat, I feel thirsty and want to touch his lips, but Lucifer, as if on purpose, turns away, either biting my earlobe, or moving kisses to my chest, or sucking the skin on my neck. Everything around is burning, and his half-hoarse whisper, intended only for me, makes me completely lose my mind, turn into ashes, into an insignificant handful of ash on the pavement.

Too poetic, don't you think? You can simply - Lucifer.

“It’s funny, because it sounds like you are deifying yourself,” I say, choking on this insidious caress.

“Don’t insult me, pretty, you know I’m touchy.” Strong hands grip my buttocks and I sigh softly, tilting my head back to give him more room to kiss. Luci bites into the soft skin and then looks up at me with his scarlet eyes. - And vindictive.

Everything is in a haze, in a sweet haze, as if I had taken a drug, and his deft fingers are already crawling up my thigh, pulling up my dress and touching the elastic of my panties. They get wet instantly, which makes Lucifer smirk in satisfaction. His caresses make me moan and arch my back, adrenaline runs through my veins at breakneck speed, and a wave of pleasure overwhelms my body and my mind one by one, - Luci adds a finger and speeds up, and I keep trying to find his lips caressing my parted chest . The realization that we are hidden from prying eyes in a deserted area in the shade of a willow adds even more euphoria to this already enchanting moment.

And then he suddenly stops. When I'm within an inch of my peak. The veil is lifted, and now I can clearly see Lucifer's puzzled face.

- What? What happened? I whisper incoherently, pushing my hair out of my face.

He, in turn, straightens my panties and dress, and then brings his fingers to my lips.

“Lick 'em.” The tone is deep, making her skin crawl.

I look at his middle and forefinger, and then look up in surprise to his eyes clouded with excitement.

- Come on, Vicki. Take them in your mouth.

A moment of passion and crazy desire seizes me, and I open my mouth when one unbidden and restless thought enters my head. Pulling back a little, I look around the beautiful face of Lucifer with a thoughtful look. He is in anticipation.

“Kiss me first,” I whisper with a smile.

And then he grins, removes his hand from my lips and with a deft movement removes me from him, standing up. I quickly rise after him, staring at him as if he were the latest traitor of all.

- What's the matter?

Lucy is tense. He rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt and looks around, pursing his lips. Why…why did he ruin everything? Is it about the kiss? Does he not want to kiss me?

“Whirlpool,” Lucifer answers my silent question. “We don't have time.

There is no limit to disappointment and bitterness. A lump in my throat, a veil of past passion and a feeling of guilt breaking through my ribs does not allow me to take a breath. And suddenly I feel lonely, dirty, and in general, as if I do not belong to myself. And then Lucifer leans in to my ear:

“Pretty, thirty seconds is enough for me to bring you to orgasm. But I'm selfish, I need more. So straighten your panties and let's go, the whirlpool does not wait.

***

Oddly enough, at school we are met not by the angel Fencio, but by the enraged Dino.

He flies up to the pleased Lucifer like a hurricane, briskly grabbing the demon by the breasts.

“You will finish the game, Luci, I swear to you, you will finish the game!” Every word he says is filled with rage.

It makes me cringe in discomfort. Panic, anticipation. Just like before Lucifer found me on a mission.

"Dino, what's going on?" I touch the angel's shoulder, and he immediately breaks away from the self-satisfied Luci, grabbing my hands. — Dino?

- Are you okay? Did he do something to you? The guy grabs my chin, turning my face into the light.

"I-I'm fine," I stutter, swallowing the guilt of lying, and automatically look at Lucifer. - What's happening?

After making sure I'm safe and sound, Dino pulls away from me, tangling his fingers through his blond hair. Lucifer whistles and looks like he's about to run away. And only my frightened look makes him stand there with this damn smile.

“It was I who should have complicated your task, Vicki, me, not Lucifer,” says the angel.

I open my mouth in annoyance. The heart has not yet had time to recover from the first blow, and Dino is already preparing to deliver the second:

“I was supposed to incline you to the side of evil, veiling it with imaginary kindness. I should have said that this wallet is more important to the homeless. But Lucifer locked me up, and he went after you into the whirlpool, - the angel's voice is full of despair, and under my surprised, tear-filled look, he again overcomes the distance between him and Luci, pleased with himself. "Did you get it, you idiot?!" Achieved?!

Lucifer looks at me with a grin. He delivers the final, decisive blow in one short:

- Yes.

- What? - along with a sob flies from the lips. “What happened was…

“Cunningly planned so that your self-esteem does not rise above the prescribed level, pretty one. I promised to seduce you at all costs, thank Satan, how easy it was for me. The girl was already crazy about me! It cost me nothing to take her to a deserted place and seduce her, right, beauty?

The pain is like someone shot me in the heart. I felt something similar, I remember exactly that I felt it before being here, among the angels, demons and the unrecognized. As if I came here with this feeling, and now it has tripled. I cover my face with my hands, trying to take at least one unragged breath. Dino no longer attempts to grapple with Lucifer, he comes up to me and presses his body, trembling in sobs, to his wide chest.

“By the way, Vicky, do you know why I didn’t kiss you on the lips?” Before leaving, he says. I look up, but I want to close my ears. - There are rumors around the school that you suck off the unrecognized. And you yourself understand, I do not want to get dirty. Oh, do you know who started this rumor? I.

And, having bowed, hastens to leave. I am destroyed and destroyed, my soul is burning, and my cheeks are burning from the tears that burn them, and Dino breaks after Lucifer when the angel Fencio suddenly blocks his path. He looks like he knows everything.

It looks like I'm about to die again.