Lately, at my summer job (a cafe from Britain), I've been working more and more hours. And coming home rather late.

I just finished cleaning the very last table and my boss gave me the keys to close up the place after I'm finished with everything.

"What a day. People sure are snappy when they don't get there coffee on time..that one customer named Tweek was something else, heh." I say to myself, putting all the supplies away.

"Now, it's time to close up, huh?" A way too familiar voice echoes through the cafe

I turn my head to see the one and only, Damien, son of Satan himself, "My, why do I come across you when I'm always alone?" I ask him, getting quite annoyed with this.

He's does this all the time. I never feel like I'm actually alone anymore. No privacy, what's so ever.

"Shut up why're you asking questions. " he says approaching me..

"Oh, no reason." I look down. Knowing that if I upset him he'll punish me.

He smirks, in front of me now. "You have one last customer. Don't close up just yet."

I look up, "Oh what is it that you want, Damien?"

He looks deeply into my eyes for God knows how long then finally says, "I want you."

W-what? "I'm sorry, but, is there something else you'd like?" Because I am NOT on the menu. His expression grows angry, "I said I want you." He repeats.

"I'm sorry but what does that mean?" I ask, frightened a bit.

He grabs my waist and pulls me roughly against him. "Son of Satan, what are you doing?!" I yell. "I'm about to get what I asked for." He presses his lips against mine.

No, this isn't the first time he kissed me. But every time it's just as surprising. I pull away making a pop noise from our lips. "Damien, I have to close up." I breathe. "Oh is that your excuse. I'm still a costumer." He backs me up making me bump into a table.

He pins me down onto it, straddling me.

"Oh, my back!" I cry. What is this? My word, for the love of the queen my back is like, hurting right now!

"Would you rather prefer..I dunno a bed?" He leans down and kisses my neck, gently.

I lightly gasp, "I don't prefer nothing! I just..want you to get off me this instant!" I snapped. So unlikely of me.

"Dammit Pip, remember I'm a costumer and I came to get some service," He tightens his grip around my wrists. "And believe you, me. . . I know you like this~" he darkly chuckles

Ok to be honest here, I do. But this pain in my back is just killing me. "D-Damien. Please. I need to close up and go home" I beg

"After this." He then leans down and kisses me roughly on the lips. I close my eyes and try to get out his grip but not surprisingly he's way stronger then I am

"Mmnn.." is all I manage to say between the kiss, still struggling to get out the strong grip.

I know exactly what he wants. But I don't want it to happen. We're not even really dating he just comes and goes whenever he please. (N that's mostly when I'm alone)

He parts away for a quick breath and continues back to kissing, letting go of one of my wrists and putting it up my shirt, pinching my nipple.

"Eiii!" My eyes widen, looking at the demon before me. "What was that for?" I ask.

"Shut up, Pip." He angrily says, annoyed I bet.

"Sorry, it's just. That really hurt okay."

"Heh, whatever." He takes this time to look me up and down, licking his lips, then he locks his eyes with mine. Looking deep within my blue orbs.

I blush. This is awkward.

Then I remembered the pain that's in my back. (A/N: Wth?)

"D..Damien can we..I..maybe." I look to my side, blushing more now.

"Hehehe. No." He rips off my shirt and somehow took off my pants in less then 2 seconds. I squeak.

"Damien!?"

He strips down to his boxers then straddles me once more

A/N: yea this is incomplete but if you guys like it I might continue