So there we have it, chapter 3. It took a bit longer then the other two but I'm working on another fic, and World of Warcraft is taking up most of my time. "You an addict?" sadly yes I am. Anyway, have fun reading as always. Btw DoodleSmuk, I do have sort of a beta, but I did something incredibly stupid and uploaded the wrong fic. *facedesk*. Yes that was pretty stupid. But I switched them, so hope that the other version is better.

Twenty minutes had passed and John hadn't heard a single peep from the demon but he couldn't really check up on him since he was a grown man and all, plus he might appreciate the privacy. He's taking rather long though, maybe something has happened, he couldn't think of anything but you never know.

John started pacing around the room. Go in or stay out? He could have slipped and knocked unconscious, he could drown. He was getting nervous and uncomfortable, how was he going to explain that to his superior. 'Yeah he just happened to show up and well he needed a bath so I thought why not, it's normal to let a strange person use your bath right?' I mean it even sounded ridiculous in his head.

That's it! A half hour has passed, he could just knock and see if the demon would answer.

Yeah, he could do that! He walked to his bedroom but stopped halfway. What if he opens the door and he's naked? That wouldn't be a bad thing but very inappropriate. No, he just had to know.

So he walked to the door which lead to the bathroom, he knocked once but didn't get a response. He knocked again but still got nothing, the only thing he could hear was a soft chuckle every once in a while and the splashing of water. It sounded alright, but why wasn't he answering? Maybe he should just go in. He twisted the doorknob and slowly pushed open the door, behind it was a sight he least expected.

The entire bathtub was filled with a mountain of soap suds, and out of the soap poked out one pair of broken horns, a giggle emitting from the pile of bubbles every now and then. The only thing John could do was stare. What the hell did the demon do to his bathroom, there was water and soapsuds everywhere. He looked at Red who was smiling innocently unaware of what he had done.

"Soap."

He simply said, giving John a look which he simply could not stay mad at.

"I see you had some fun here big guy."

The tone of his voice sounded a bit harsh, he tried to hide the fact that he was a bit annoyed but failed miserably. To be reasonable he had been working all day long, cleaning up the bathroom wasn't really planned. But after seeing a grown man buried in soap suds it was pretty much impossible to be mad.

The demon noticed that John wasn't really happy with what he did. He lowered his head, and looked up at John like a little puppy who had just thrashed the place.

"Are you mad John?"

He said with a voice oh so sad which melted John's hart in an instant. It was already impossible to be mad at him, this only made it worse.

"N-no big guy, it's ok. It's just that I'm not such a big fan of cleaning, especially after work. But it's my own fault I guess, I should have mentioned it before so don't worry about it. You just have fun. If you are done then there is a towel to dry your self off. Ok see you in a while."

John closed the bathroom door behind him and sighed deeply, trying to keep himself together. Ok now I just need to clean that place up, fix dinner and put him to bed, sounds easy enough. He made his way to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Just a few more minutes of rest. He flipped on the television and zapped through the channels.

"Let's see if there is something good on."

Meanwhile Red was still in the tub covered in soap, being close to bumping himself in the head with his stone head. Great job you idiot, this way he's really going to like having you around if you make a mess where ever you come.

After nearly beating himself unconscious, he cleaned up to the best of his abilities and raised himself out of the tub. While grabbing the towel from the bathroom furniture the red demon took another look in the mirror. He didn't know whether to despise it or like it. The one thing he certainly liked was the way he was build. Not for himself, but John did seem to like it. The way he was staring at his chest felt pretty reassuring, making him feel rather confident about himself. Why did the human like it so much though? His hand trailed over the ripped muscles of his abs. Maybe he should ask him? No, who knows how he might react.

He dried himself off with the towel. So what was next? Oh yeah ask John if he had something for him to wear. He walked into the living room, but before he could ask John a roar came from the television as a lion bared its teeth at them. The demon grabbed John from out of his comfy chair and hid behind the couch, holding him in a tight grip. His heart was racing as he tried to comprehend what was happening. What was that thing? And why was John just sitting there? He could have been attacked by that thing! He knew that black flat thing was bad news. John, a lot more relaxed than the demon, tried to break free from Red's grip without any success what so ever.

"Red? What are you doing?"

The demon shushed him by laying his finger on the human's lips, and said in a low voice.

"Watch out for that… that thing. It was about to attack you."

And then it finally hit John what the demon was talking about, the television. Of course, how could he possibly forget? The big guy had no idea of what a television was so he must think that the lion was real. He rested his hand on the demon's shoulder.

"Red, it's ok, don't worry. It's all fake, there is no real lion there."

The red demon gave John a rather confused look. What was he talking about? There was a lion thing, he saw it with his own two eyes. John, completely understanding the demon's confusion, was able the slip through his grip now that his mind was occupied.

"See."

He said while he walked over to the television. He laid a hand on the screen while Red was peeping over the couch, still worried that John might be attacked. Red finally managed to come from behind the couch, standing up with his head cocked to the side like a cute confused little puppy. It was only now that John realized that the demon was completely naked, his powerful muscled arms had been wrapped around him and he hadn't even noticed! He could just slam his head into the table for not noticing. The demon was still occupied by the television, giving John a good opportunity to check out the rest of his body. Although he felt a bit guilty for eye humping the man like this, he just could not help himself. His eyes slid over Red's exposed body, just the sight of these red muscles turned the human on. The demon closed in on the television, his back turned to John, giving him the opportunity to have a look at his backside.

And what a sight it was. He could not help but drool at it. The demon had a round bubble butt, simply screaming at John for him to squeeze it, that was something he just could not do though. The man had been abandoned, people were hurting him. He needed help, not to be raped or molested.

"You ok John?"

The demon rumbled. John nodded slightly, and had to avert his sight from the demon before he found out about what John was doing.

"Y-yeah, it's just that I'm not quite used to the sight of a naked man in my house, well not before several dates at least."

His cheeks flushed a bright red color,

"So, shall we put you in some clothing?"

John marched to the bedroom and again the demon was right behind him. The demon's mind puzzling why John was staring at him like that. It seemed that he was right, the human did like to look at his body. But why didn't he just say so? He wouldn't mind if John did, he thought that the human was cute. But what if it was only a one way feeling? What if John kicked him out if he told the human how he felt about him? No he simply had to suppress the urge that's all.

"So, the only thing I could find that would actually fit you was this pair of jockstrap, but that belonged to my ex boyfriend, it has been washed though so it's clean. I hope you don't mind since it belonged to someone else, but I don't think he'll come back to pick it up."

The demon shrugged his shoulders, it didn't really matter to him what he was wearing, he'd walk around naked for all he cared. But what was this talk about an ex.

"What's an ex?"

He wanted to know what it was and why he wore that jockstrap thing.

"Well I'm not sure how to explain this. Do you know what love is?"

Sure he did. It was exactly the way he felt about the young agent.

"So I fell in love with this guy, I'm not going to get into to much details, but let's just say he was completely my type. The kind of guy who liked to play football in his spare time and had a body to match. So we hooked up and for a while it went great, but eventually we just grew apart. He thought I was too busy with work, so we broke up, that makes him my ex."

Red was still a little confused, why would you break up with someone like John, and what was football? He decided to not ask anymore questions about it, John didn't seem to like the subject very much, best to leave it be and put on the jockstrap thing. He stepped in it and pulled it up all the way. At first it felt weird, unlike his other undergarment this one only covered up the front part, and not the back.

"Comfy?"

The demon nodded slightly not completely sure about it, maybe it was something that he had to get used to. He turned his back to John rubbing over his buttocks.

"Why is this part not covered?"

John's cheeks flushed red again upon seeing the demon's bare ass. He stuttered a little as he tried to explain.

"Well uhm it's mostly used for athletes to keep their… package in place during sports."

It still did not give the demon an explanation of why his butt was exposed. Maybe John was lying and did this on purpose. Nah, that's a little far fetched. It was just the only thing he had in his size, well not actually 'his' size. It still felt a little tight on the crotch, it had to do though. It's not like he could just walk around naked all the time, it felt better sure, but John looked rather uncomfortable when he did.

"I also got this bathrobe. It is mine, got it from my granny, sweet old woman, but she ain't that good with sizes. She always buys things that are way too big for me, it almost looks like she does it on purpose."

He handed over the robe to Red, who gave it a quick inspection of his own. He did like it being black. He pulled it on only noticing now the right sleeve was missing. But yeah of course his stone arm would never go through the sleeve without tearing it apart. He slid the bathrobe on but left it open though. It would have been a little too tight otherwise.

"So, I hope you are hungry because I ordered us pizza."

Red had no clue what a pizza was but if it's normal food then I could not care what it was, beats eating out of those stinking bins.