23

Failure

Tonight's the night. I can feel it.

Oga flicked the stub of a cigarette in that filthy alleyway. The demon knew the human was going to cross paths with him that night and it was time to dirty that bright, platinum halo of this human.

Furuichi took a deep breath then softly closed the door behind him. The silver headed human knew the dangerous stranger was there, had always been there, waiting for Furuichi after work. Here goes nothing. Furuichi started down the alleyway unable to keep himself from tiptoeing or breathing shallow. "I know you're there. Show yourself."

"You wish is my command, little human."

'Human'? When the dangerous stranger stepped out into the dim neon light, it somehow made sense that this guy wouldn't be human. Oga leaned in close and the fresh smell of cigarettes wafted into Furuichi's delicate nose. "So, you've finally come out to play?"

Furuichi swallowed the lump crystalizing within his throat. "Who are you? Of what are you?"

"I'm Oga," Furuichi jumped at the sound of Oga snapping his finger, "a demon."

The flame hovering above rough fingertips were a nice touch, especially since tattooed arms were bare up to the elbow. Unless this guy was a street magician or undercover science teacher, Furuichi had to take this...demon at his word. Not to mention that the flames illuminated the stubs of black horns peeking out underneath shaggy hair. Oga could've been a dedicated cosplayer at this point, but there wasn't any reason for Furuichi not to play along. "Alright. I believe you. What do you want from me?"

Oga extinguished the hellfire from his hands. Furuichi shivered when sharp teeth formed a sinister Chesire-like grin. "You were begging to be subjugated. And now I'm here."

Despite the heaviness in his gut, Furuichi saw something...different. Something gritty, new; something no one would expect from the "white prince" he'd been nicknamed since he was fifteen. What was it like on the other side?

"I guess I was. But not here. Follow me."

Oga would've hated wasting a cigarette did he have one his slack jawed mouth. 'Follow me'? Who the hell does this human boy think he is? A Japanese Jesus?

"Are you coming or not?"

Oga snarled and rolled his eyes. The demon shoved his hands in his pockets as he trudged along with the human going who knows where. The only reason the demon followed along was if he was anything, Oga was curious. "Hold the phone," Oga tripped on the curb in front of a well-known love hotel. "Where are you taking me?"

Furuichi turned crimson as he held the door leading inside the hotel. "I thought you were going to 'subjugate' me. Did I get it all wrong?"

When Furuichi looked like he was about to cry from humiliation, Oga grabbed a free thin wrist and took charge. "Fine then. Don't cry in the morning about how you can't get up. Does this place have any lube?"

…

Staring wide eyed at the ceiling cuffs, the demon held the silvernette sleeping off the several rounds of great sex in his arms. This did not go how he imagined, but the demon couldn't say it was a total failure.