What the FUCK were they playing at?? No matter how hard he tried to resist those honeyed words, so obviously laced with poison, he was getting sucked in anyway. Nate had never really been a vain creature, but who would be able to resist words like that? The fact that Zane was a demon was probably making the lure worse, if Nate was a betting man, he’d put all his money down on Zane being some sex demon or whatever. Nate thought that he would have been strong enough to resist it, but with each passing moment, he felt less and less angry at Oliver for being sucked in, and more worried about how he couldn’t even fight it himself.<br/><br/>At the feeling of hot breath against his lips, they parted slightly, and he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. The hand holding the knife against Zane’s neck relaxed, going to the side, the knife landing with a soft thunk against the wood of the bar as it was dropped. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him that he was in danger, but he was powerless to do anything. He heard steps behind him, and then the voice of the other demon, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.<br/><br/>“What the fuck do you want..?” he asked, trying to sound angry, but words coming out more breathless and wanting. He tried to shift under the demon, feeling himself starting to grow warm, the shortness of his breath no longer from the man laying on his chest.