Black Hat strode down the hall with quick, agitated steps. Only half a week before a new commercial needed to be filmed and yet there were no new inventions and no inventor to be found. Flug must have a death wish; lover or no, this sort of behavior was not to be tolerated. Black Hat allowed himself a moment to think of all the tortuous punishments he could inflict on his human for this. A sadistic grin replaced the demon's former snarl as images of the doctor on his hands and knees, writhing in agony and begging for mercy flooded his mind. The sound of snapping bones, the feel of tearing flesh, the scent of fresh blood. It had been too long since Black Hat had tasted the human's blood on his lips, too long since he'd felt his lover's frightened pulse under his fingers.
Black hat rounded a corner and felt his mind wander past his twisted visions, his grin softening as he imagined their aftermath. A low growl escaped his lips at the thought of carrying the doctor's battered body back to his room, of cradling his lithe form as he stitched it back together, one wound at a time. The taste of Flug's skin was almost tangible as the demon envisioned burying his face into his mate's neck, scraping his teeth along the man's collar, coaxing his mind into blissful emptiness as worked to repair his body. Truly, this human was going to ruin him.
Speak of the devil. A pleasant smell reached Black Hat's nose as he neared the end of the hall. It was warm, and crisp, and sweet, and oh so distinctively Flug. Such a peaceful, unassuming smell for a human so close to the precipice of damnation. Black Hat ached to ruin it, but not yet. The demon measured his steps, keeping them quiet and quick.
The serene smell grew thicker with each silent step until it almost overwhelmed the senses. A low rumble bubbled up in the demon's chest. How long had it been since his human had been this calm, this relaxed? How long until it happened again? It would almost be a shame to stop him, almost.
Black Hat strolled calmly into the parlor, all traces of anger washed from his face and replaced with an easy smile. Let his doctor believe this was a social call, for the time being. "Doctor?" the fiend called as his gaze drifted about the room. Only a small hum answered him, and Black Hat's eye locked onto it's source.
The human sat cross-legged in a tall bay window. He hunched over a book in his lap, enamoured by its contents. Warm rays of afternoon light filtered through the glass behind him, casting a warmer glow on his slender frame. It caught on the rims of his goggles and set them ablaze with dancing light. Flug closed his book and straightened, turning the full weight of that burning gaze on Black Hat. "Did you need so-someth-thing, sir?"
The demon growled, low and possessive, as he took in the… disgusting sight. The heavy scent in the room began to shift as he stepped forward, growing sharper, more apprehensive. "S-sir?" Flug stuttered, craning his neck to look up at his advancing partner. Black Hat leaned over him, enjoying for a moment the beginnings of fear in the man's eyes. He swept the doctor up unceremoniously, knocking his book to the ground. "H-hey!" the human swatted lightly at Black Hat's arm, "Pu-put me d-d-down!"
Black Hat chuckled lowly as he took Flug's place on the window sill. He set the human in his lap and leaned over to retrieve his book. He handed it back to the doctor before tugging him closer to his chest. He curled loosely around his lover, arms looped around his waist and chin fitted snugly into the crook of his neck. He turned his face to let his lips rest on Flug's throat and breathed in his scent. Once again peaceful and relaxed, but mixed with something slightly rotten.
"Is ev-every-everything alright?"
"Fine, Flug. Just keep reading," Black Hat buried his face further into his human's neck and breathed in. The tinge of rot remained as Flug hesitantly returned to his reading and something abhorrently affectionate stirred in Black Hat. Only his human could have the audacity to worry about a demon's well-being. But then maybe he was right to if this ridiculous docility he inspired was any indication.
It really was a laughable thing; a demon in love, and with a human of all things. Laughable, vexatious, nigh blasphemous, and the worst of it was how little Black Hat cared. He could barely even manage to give a damn that he was cheating himself out of a chance to torment his beloved doctor. Could barely muster any irritation at the cascade of low purrs dripping past his lips and raising gooseflesh on Flug's neck. And when he spoke there was barely any malice in his voice, "You are a truly loathsome human, Flug."
The last of the rot and apprehension drained from the sweet perfume filling the room as Flug relaxed into Black Hat's chest. The doctor chuckled and leaned his head lightly against his lover's. Black Hat chose to ignore the mounting ache resting where his heart might have been as he let his eye close and focused on the steady beat of Flug's pulse on his lips.