First of all, shoutout to Snow_Punk on AO3 for beta reading my stories. Check him out, he's a fantastic writer!

…...

Ollie had had a long day, so far. And that wasn't so much of a problem.

The problem was that it was only 11:50am.

Which was precisely why he decided running up the water bill was an acceptable measure to retain his sanity.

He spends somewhere around 15 minutes basking in the steam, hot water, and the pleasures of Radiohead, before he hears the door squeak. "I'm in here!" He calls out, but no response. He shrugs. After all, it wasn't likely that one of the others would try and sneak a peek.

Unless it was Modeus acting horny as usual. Or Zdrada trying to ruin his one moment of peace today. That didn't seem too unlikely, now that he thought about it. But he was too worn out to care, really. He leans against the wall of the shower, running his hand over his face as he relaxes.

Until he feels hands graze across his chest.

"AAH!" He squeals, in probably the highest pitch he's ever hit. He jerks away, frantically wiping his eyes dry to see who dare disturb him at his most vulnerable.

Malina?

"Mal- what the fuck?!" He hollers, covering himself as best he can with his hands as he averts his eyes. "I'm tryna' take a shower!"

"Yeah, so what?" She deadpans. "I am too, and you've been in here forever."

"Wh- I-" He stutters, unable to grasp her logic. He decides to surrender: his morning's already been confusing, he didn't need to add to the stress. "Y- okay. Yeah." He turns his back to her, facing the wall, prompting her to gasp. At first, he's worried she's seen the scars. His fears are all but confirmed once she feels her hands drag across his back.

"Holy shit, this tattoo is awesome..." She muses, tracing the lines with her fingers, running up the back of his shoulders over his upper arms. He gives a silent sigh of relief.

"Thanks. I spent every penny I ever had on it, so it damn well better be cool." He jokes.

"You look like a yakuza." She laughs quietly, along with him.

"Well, that's the look I was going for." He shrugs, attempting to flex his back muscles. Yes, he was proud of his progress, and you better believe he was going to flaunt it if he could.

"It's fucking hot."

: has stopped responding.

He isn't sure what to say, at that.

Just say 'thanks'?

Flirt back? The hell does he even say?

"You good, dude?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow at his sudden silence.

"No, no. I'm good, I just... ain't ever been called that before? I guess? I'm not really sure what to do now."

"Really?"

"Uhh... yeah?" Ollie shrugs. "Up until I came here, I was a scrawny brat with scraggly hair and a bad attitude."

"You know there's girls who are into that, right?"

"Pfft, I'm afraid they aren't my type." He scoffs.

"What is?"

Turning to face her, he flashes her a stupid grin. Malina braces for impact, just knowing that whatever comes out of his mouth is going to be moronic, cheesy, or both.

"I got this thing for hot demon girls named Malina. Who'd have guessed, right?" He smirks.

"Fucking cheesy." She groans, punching him in the chest.

"Unh!" He grunts, clutching his chest.

"Oh, it wasn't that hard you big baby!"

"No, I know. I dropped a log on myself earlier." He giggles internally at the unnoticed joke.

God help him, and his 9-year-old potty humor.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"Oh, uhh..." Debating whether or not to tell her the truth, he hesitates. Was more drama really necessary? Hopefully not, but it seems Malina had a thing for sniffing out bullshit.

It was probably from dealing with Zdrada.

"Zdrada came out to fuck with me? And I kinda... sorta... dropped it on myself?" He admits awkwardly. Her mood plummets the moment he mentions her sister's name.

"What?! Oh, of course she did! Fucking typical!" Malina begins to shout, but he grabs her by the hands. It's at this moment he realizes the sight that's before him. Malina. Naked.

'Don't look at her tits, man. Don't stare at her tits.' He thinks to himself. Failing in this task, his face rapidly turns red. However she doesn't seem to mind, opting to keep her eyes looking above his shoulders.

"Hey, I already threw a bottle at her head. I took care of it." He calms her. Before long she calms down, but even still, he can tell she's still a bit pissed. Maybe it's because she can't go and throttle Zdrada? Or maybe, just maybe, it's because Zdrada fucked with him?

Either way, he regrets even bringing it up.

"You alright, now?" He asks, softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Uh oh, she's not fine.

"Malina." He says sternly, trying to put on a false look of seriousness. The façade holds strong for a few moments more. "Malina."

"What?" She grunts.

"You're not fine." He states. "Gotta do something about that." Before she has a chance to refute the claim, he pulls her in, smashing his lips into hers.

As it turned out, it had improved her mood, somewhat. But she still had to blow off steam somehow, right?

So she did.

"Oh, I've got something you can do..." Malina growls, biting his lip. She releases him, leaning her back against the shower's cold tile wall. She pulls him in, lifting one leg and wrapping it around him. "Me."

He smirks, using one hand to grip Malina's ass as he leans in, using the other to lean against the wall. "I can work with that." Ollie chuckles, planting a kiss on her jaw, moving down to her neck.

"Nh." She whimpers. "Stop teasing me and FUCK me already, you bastard!"

"Pft, straight to the fun part, huh? Okay." He obliges, grinding his already-at-full-mast cock against her. Her eyes promptly widen in shock.

"W-wait, that feels big..." She stammers, looking down in surprise. To her shock, the common conception that skinny guys packed big dicks was evidently true. Or at least, it was in Ollie's case.

"What, you didn't sneak a peek when I turned around? I'm hurt. Having second thoughts?" He teases, a sense of pride clear in his voice. She looks up, to see a smarmy, challenging grin on his face.

Not one to refuse such a challenge, she steels her resolve. "No, just surprised is all. Now are we going to talk the entire time, or are you going to fuck me?"

"That's what I like to hear." Ollie smiles, teasing the head of his cock against her entrance. She opens her mouth to scold him once more, but shuts it upon having him thrust in with no warning.

"Ah!" The demoness moans, desperately grasping at his slick skin as he enters her. Slowly, he thrusts in and out in equal measure, making sure to give her ass a hearty 'smack!' The sound resounds off of the walls, echoing loud enough that anyone in the hallway could hear, were they to listen closely enough.

"Ready?" He asks. She answers with a single nod, prompting him to thrust in even further. Sheathed completely inside Malina, he groans. "Ffffuck, that's good..." He mutters, beginning to increase his pace. With each thrust, he increases the intensity. Before long, his cock pistons in and out, eliciting loud moans from the both of them.

Malina, deep in the throes of pleasure, whispers into his ear. "You're going to hold me. Be ready." Malina orders, sending a wave of shivers down his spine. With surprising grace, she loops her hands under his arms and grasps onto his back as she wraps her other leg around his waist.

Carefully, he steps back from the wall, making sure to lean back to counter the shift in weight. Getting back to business, he grips her ass in both hands as he bounces her up and down, slamming her down on his cock. Each thrust resulting in a loud 'Plap! Plap! Plap!', further amplified by the small interior of the bathroom. "Unh! Fuck me harder, you bastard!" She demands as she claws her hands down his back, fingers digging into his slppery, wet skin and drawing some blood.

Nervously, he obliges her. If she was this intense, he was glad he didn't indulge Modeus that second (or was it third?) night here.

But he wasn't here to think about Modeus now, was he?

Bracing himself for the oncoming salvo he was readying to dish out, he tightens his grip, giving Malina's perfectly-round ass another smack for good measure. How hadn't he noticed how absolute cake she was packing before?

And so he goes to town, thrusting in time with every bounce as Malina clings onto him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder in a failing attempt to silence her cries. "D-damnit, Mal... I-I'm gonna-" He starts, but she stops him right there with a crazed look, eyes promising pain if he doesn't follow her demands.

"Do it! Cum in me, you bastard!" She shouts, panting heavily as he nods.

Hammering away, his resolve begins to dwindle, now an afterthought as he comes over the edge. With one final thrust he finishes, bringing her over the edge with him as he spills his seed inside her. She squeals, clutching her eyes shut and pulling him in with her legs as she feels Ollie give her his all. A few more thrusts come as he finishes, each rope of cum as plentiful as the last, before unceremoniously pulling out of her.

Gently, he lets her down as she unfurls her legs from around his waist. The scratches littering his back make him wince as they're raked by the scalding-hot water, as well as the new pain in his pelvis. He sucks in a breath, shrugging his shoulders. The hot, steamy air only further stifling his attempt to catch his breath.

"What? Too much to handle?" Malina smirks, running a hand down his chest. He shakes his head, leaning back against the wall.

Taking in the sight of the beautiful demon before him, he grins. "Fuck no."

Malina's beauty was something he was well aware of, considering the facts that he was both alive, and had two functioning eyes. But this was... a level of beauty he'd never think he'd be lucky to see in his lifetime.

Noticing the stupid, love-struck grin plastered across his goofy face, she gives him a peck on the nose. Turning to step out of the shower, she runs her fingers down Ollie's arm, tracing over a few scars before her hand finally comes to rest in his. She silently notes to herself to bring them up, some other time.

"Come by my room, later. We can play Tekken." The demoness all but orders him, leaving him awestruck as he stands there all by his lonesome.

If she was trying to steal his heart, then by God was she making good progress.