okay so this isnt really anything new but i decided im gonna collect all the little short stories and shit ive been collecting on my blog and my rp blog for dane. there are quite a few. get ready yall

this first one is fairly dirty, thought up after a reply on bobbys blog made me laugh at like two in the morning. i pulled out my phone and voila

Bobby stepped into the house and shut the door behind him. He pulled out his keys and turned to lock it, calling over his shoulder "I'm home-"

He was suddenly slammed into from behind, cutting off his greeting and making him drop his keys in shock. They clattered loudly to the ground as he was pressed into the door, his wrists snatched up from his sides and pinned by his head in a split second. He twisted his head to the side to identify his attacker.

"D-Dane?" he asked, rather redundantly. He would recognize those lightning-blue eyes anywhere. "What's this for?"

The taller demon squeezed Bobby's wrists and leaned in, trailing his nose up Bobby's neck and to hes hear, His hot breath tickled the hairs on the back of Bobby's neck as he whispered "Payback."

"For wha-what?" Bobby stuttered as something hot and wet flicked against his ear, effectively distracting him. Dane's tongue traced the shell of his ear, teeth scraping gently along his earlobe. Bobby's heart was pounding so loud he almost missed the demon's answer.

"That comment about my age," he said, mouthing the words into Bobby's neck. He pressed himself closer to the shorter man, pushing Bobby harder against the door. "Earlier, with your friends. I heard it."

"Don't, ah, don't blame me. You are a couple thousand years old," Bobby managed between breaths. It was kind of hard to speak when your partner's teeth were millimeters from the racing pulse in your neck.

"Four thousand, one hundred and nine, to be exact," Dane countered.

"You look good for your age."

Dane chuckled. Bobby felt it against his back, the deep rumble alighting an energy that hummed under his skin. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, so hard was he being held up against the door. It was only made worse as the demon released his hands, running his fingers down Bobby's sides and up again, under his shirt. Bobby shivered as Dane's cold fingers left trails of goosebumps across his stomach, muscles jumping as one brushed a nipple. He clenched his hands where they still rested against the wall, partly to support himself and partly so he could get the leverage to push back.

"You know," Bobby started, forcing himself to keep focus even as one of Saint Dane's hands trailed lower, towards his belt. "You know, I only came home to grab my b-bathing suit before heading to the beach. I- nnnh, I told you I was going with Mark and Courtney, yesterday."

"I know." Dane didn't let off his ministrations.

"I really need to leave soon," Bobby urged. "They-" he hissed as Dane bit down, digging his fingers into the palms of his hands so he didn't cry out, "They're waiting on me. I gotta go."

Dane pulled back slightly, enough for Bobby to turn around. He thought the demon was giving in. He was wrong.

"You have time," he said lowly, pressing the smaller man back against the door, this time chest-to-chest. He captured Bobby's lips, nipping at his lower lip.

Bobby groaned and pulled back. "C'mon, they're gonna be mad."

"They can wait a few minutes," Dane purred, returning to assaulting Bobby's neck. He gripped Bobby's hips, long fingers digging into his sides as Dane leaned in kiss him again.

Bobby gave in, if only temporarily, and kissed back. That was all the encouragement Dane needed. He released Bobby's hips and slid them up his bare sides again, nails dragging up his ribs and around to his back, where they traced each vertebrate down to his tailbone. Bobby's breath hitched as Dane's nails dug into his ass at the same time as a particularly vicious bite to his lip. He thought he tasted blood, which wouldn't have been a surprise. Dane was a violent kisser.

The hands on his rear moved back up and circled around to his front, pushing his shirt up as they went. Dane released his mouth and flashed a predatory grin before sinking to his knees. Bobby fought back a moan as that talented tongue set to work on his stomach, teeth following an nipping anything they could reach.

His shirt was pushed up further as Dane moved on, dragging his teeth across Bobby's chest. He bit down, inciting an aborted cry to escape Bobby's lips. His mouth snapped shut at the embarrassing sound, to which Dane looked up and smirked.

"You don't have to be quiet, you know," the demon said. "In fact, I would love to hear you cry my name. Go on," he whispered, lowering his lips to Bobby's nipple, barely brushing it as he spoke. "Say my name,"

"D-Dane," Bobby murmured, eyes falling closed as the demon licked and sucked. His face was burning.

"Louder," Dane urged.

"Dane," he moaned, throwing his head back. "Dane!"

"Bobby?"

His eyes snapped open and he scrambled away from the front door as someone knocked loudly on it. He was surprised he didn't trip over the kneeling demon, but Dane had already moved out of the way, and was standing perfectly at attention, his hands folded neatly behind his back. Not a hair was out of place, while Bobby felt like he was the perfect picture of a horny teenager.

"Y-Yeah?" Bobby's voice was rough. He cleared it and tried again. "Courtney? What is it?"

"Dude, we've been waiting for ten minutes," she said, clearly irritated. "It doesn't take that long to grab your bathing suit."

"Um, yeah," he responded, biting his lip. He glared at the demon, who just smiled innocently back at him. "Sorry, I got distracted. I'll be out in a minute."

"You better. I'm not wasting a minute of good weather because you decided to have a quickie with your boyfriend before leaving."

Bobby's mouth dropped open as Dane stifled a laugh. His face was beet red as he spun around and pointed an accusing finger at the demon. "You- You knew!" he growled, trying to keep his voice low so Courtney wouldn't hear. "You did this on purpose!"

Dane hummed, stepping away. "Maybe. Maybe not." He waved over his shoulder as he headed deeper into the house, that damned smirk still plastered over his face. "Have fun~"

Bobby groaned and sagged against the door, jumping when Courtney called his name. He'd forgotten she was there for a moment.

"You coming or what?" she asked impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied. "Go back to the car, I'll be there in a sec."

She mumbled affirmation and left, her stomping footsteps fading as she went down the front porch stairs. Bobby banged his head against the door and sighed. Courtney always had such perfect timing. Now he was gonna have to go out there with an awkward tent in his jeans, and they would know.

He forced himself to think of something unappealing to try and calm himself down. Aja in a bathing suit- no, Elli in a bathing suit. Yeah, that seemed to work a little. He felt his erection going away.

Humming from the kitchen distracted him. Dane was singing along to something on the radio as he knocked around dishes and put them away. Bobby listened closely and blushed when he heard the lyrics.

"Baby I'm preying on you tonight,
Hunt you down eat you alive,
Just like animals,
Animals,
Like animals-mals."

The implications of the song were clear, and Bobby knew Dane was doing it just to fuck with him. He almost never listened to pop, and such a suggestive song like that one wasn't even on his radar. That asshole is messing with me.

A horn honking from outside caught his attention and he jumped. Cursing quietly, he ran into his room and started rifling through his drawers, thinking of anything to will his hard-on away.

Patrick in a bathing suit- no, Patrick's actually kind of hot, for a nerd. Gunny in a bathing suit. Gunny in a bikini, Oh, Gunny in one of those skimpy thong-like things Courtney likes to wear that barely covers anything.

Yeah, his sex drive just shriveled up and died.

That taken care of and his swim shorts located, Bobby struggled out of his jeans and shirt and started putting them on. His reflection in the mirror caused him to stop and stare.

"Oh, that motherfucker."

Dark bruises and teeth marks were starting to form all over Bobby's chest and neck. It was obvious as hell to anyone who saw, what exactly they were and where he had gotten them. When they finished forming, they would be clear as day on his skin.

He was gonna fucking murder Saint Dane for this.

Panicking, he grabbed a plain shirt from his dirty laundry and shrugged it on. He nodded; Dane had at least kept most of the damage on his chest and shoulders. The shirt covered almost everything, and he could pass off the one hickey that showed just above the collar as a bruise from training with Loor. They would understand- she often drilled him hard and he ended up with many bruises and cuts.

He just hoped they didn't ask him to take his shirt off.

On his way out the door, he passed Dane, who was carrying a plate of reheated lasagna into the living room. The demon smirked at him as he passed, eyeing the t-shirt.

"Fuck you," Bobby said through gritted teeth.

"Not now," Dane reprimanded, "Your friends are waiting on you."

Bobby swatted at him, calling "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" as he rushed to the door.

Dane laughed and ducked out of the way. "You've already tried once. Besides, I much prefer the first option offered."

"Fuck off!"