Author's Note

So instead of the second coffee shop chapter we have a demon AU! I really love this sorts of stories. I headcanon Midousuji as an aromantic asexual and Onoda as an aseuxal. Having a platonic bond between these two is just as cute as a sexual bond. Here I wanted to have that sort of not romantic, not sexual relationship but it still could be deeper than just acquaintances. The bond between close confidantes is very unique. I didn't get quite there but it's implied. Also this feels very fluffy to me.

Coffee Shop will have a romantic ending for those who like them!

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Midousuji was an oddball in the demon community.

The demon realm functioned like the mortal realm did. There were cities and people and workers. It was a little hotter and home to the more unique sort of creatures but societies are societies no matter the location.

Each type of demon has a special purpose in the realm, like a beehive. Wraths are in charge of patrolling the barriers between the realms, Greater Horned Beings functioned as leaders, Familiars aided humans, and Lesser Demons lived in both realms as all sorts of things.

But Midousuji was an Incubus. They were supposed to control the dreams of humans, mostly females as their sisters the Succubi tended to the males. But there were always exceptions. Midousuji was one of the odd ones.

He didn't like sex. Which was supposedly against his nature as a demon that fed of the sexual energy of others and created dreams to fuel that energy; he simply had no interest. He failed most of the exams for the Incubi. He didn't know what was sexual fulfilling or how to create those sorts of dreams. During classes or in the field his creations were lack luster. The sensual advice his peers gave him caused narrowed eyes and grimaces. When his elders spoke to him, all they received were statements about how gross the whole thing was.

He was an asexual Incubus.

Since his bosses and coworkers knew of his inability to function as a sexual dream maker, he was put in charge of paper work or whatever things needed to be done in the waking realms.

While he wasn't met with derision he did feel like an outsider. By the time he reached his 200th birthday it wasn't much of an issue. Poor socialization and sheer temperament made him look like a nightmare rather than an Incubus. Only his curved horns showed his classification. Personally he felt that he would have made an outstanding nightmare.

One day as he sat hunched over his small desk, working on filing reports, his door slammed open. That idiot Mizuta, who was technically his superior but you would have never guessed it, was clamoring for his attention.

A shortage of Incubus had required him to at least attempt to do his traditional job. Midousuji wasn't very excited about it. He slouched behind Mizuta, grumbling kimos all the while. It would be a long day.

He received an assignment for a male dreamer. A small improvement. Midousuji didn't feel comfortable with female dreamers; they were often frightened by unblinking eyes and large teeth and a tongue that snapped at insects. A male was less of a challenge. It still would be difficult for him though.

Moving between realms was normal enough; a few Wraths called out at his passing. His dreamer was a human that lived in Japan. The hellmouth he used was very close to the location. While some Incubi and Succubi didn't need to cross realms, the majority did. Such skill was beyond Midousuji.

He floated along the highways then streets and finally up a driveway. It was a quiet night. The house wasn't large so even though he could sense the presence of an older woman and the younger male, it wouldn't have been hard to find him.

He phased into the small bedroom.

Looking down at the slumbering figure, Midousuji also noticed the clutter that filled the room. Bookshelves over flowed and small figurines decorated any surface. He had never seen anything like it. This must be a strange human.

Midousuji quickly reached out into the teenager's dreams. He wanted to get this over as soon as possible.

When he entered the dream world he felt oddly at peace. It was a calm environment. An endless road stretched out towards the horizon flanked by tall trees on either side. The realm was realistic but as one moved forward the end never came closer.

A sound drew his attention.

Over the hill, which had just appeared, came a figure on a bike. Midousuji had never seen one in person before. He recognized the boy's face. His face was flushed and sweaty yet cheerful. As he passed under Midousuji he sang out some gross song about princesses.

And they thought Midousuji was odd. Who dreams about biking to nowhere while singing embarrassing gross songs?

He followed the boy along the trail not ready to do anything yet. Dream time was very different than waking time. What seemed like hours here was in fact minutes. He was in no rush.

The boy who wore glasses paused in his singing and looked up in the sky. Midousuji decide to bite the bullet and start doing his job. He took on the image of a fellow biker, copying the boy's outfit and bike but altering it to suit himself. When the boy looked back down his was startled by the appearance of another rider.

"H-hello! Where did you come from?" The bike wobbled for a moment.

"I've been here for a while. It's rude that you didn't notice," Midousuji said in his coy but actually intimidating voice.

"I'm sorry! I just, uh, never see anyone here much. Other than Manami or maybe my team mates."

"Team mates?"

"Yeah, I'm in the bike club at school! But I really wanted to revive the anime club…But everyone is nice to me so I can't complain much!" The boy had a radiant smile, Midousuji felt odd when he saw it.

"What's anime?" This was something he hadn't heard of.

"You don't know what anime is?" The smaller boy proceeded to tell Midousuji all about anime and what is was and his favorite series and how wonderful it all was. Midousuji felt lost at times but the face of the other boy was interesting to watch. This struck him as gross but also not gross?

Instead of turning the dream into some sort of sexual fantasy, he let the glasses boy wake up naturally.

He didn't expect to be sent back.

The Incubi and Succubi must really be understaffed because he found himself floating over the teen again the next night.

Delving into the dream world brought him to the same road once again. This time he conjured the same appearance as last night and waited on the bike for the boy to find him.

Soon the familiar mop of black hair peeped over the ridge of the hill.

"It's you again! Hello!" He rode up to Midousuji with a smile. "I forgot to ask last time, what's your name?"

"Midousuji Akira."

"It's nice to meet you Midousuji-kun! I'm Onoda Sakamichi by the way." The pair started to pedal off. "I hope you didn't mind me talking so much last time. I get caught up when I talk about anime." He chuckled with a nervous glance at the taller boy.

"It's fine. It's not like I have anything better to do." Well, other than doing his job…but no one would notice if he just left it out of his report. After all he was the one who filed them.

As the two rode over hills and flats, Onoda talked about his day and his trip he made into Akihabara that afternoon and the gachapon he bought.

The human realm sure had a lot of weird stuff in it.

Midousuji found that he didn't dislike it when Onoda talked unlike when his classmates and coworkers blathered on. Onoda was more earnest and thoughtful than the majority of the demon population. While that was sort of gross, it had its charms.

Midousuji soon volunteered to keep this duty in addition to his office duties. His boss was a tad confused by the turn in behavior but was happy to see the oddball of the dream demons trying to fit in.

Of course he wasn't really. It was just to keep meeting with the human and not for his Incubus pride.

That didn't stop those idiots who hung around him, Mizuta and Ishigaki and what's their names, from crying about how happy they were that Midousuji was working with them.

They were so gross sometimes.

It was a few months later when Onoda began to shift their conversations. He almost didn't notice the change. Suddenly it was all about Manami-kun this, Manami-kun that. How they were training together or how graceful he was at climbing or how nice he was to Onoda. Midousuji did not like this new topic. In fact, he didn't like that the idea that someone other than him got to bike alone with Onoda.

Midousuji's face darkened and his glare returned.

Onoda had just begun a story about his day trip with Manami when Midousuji had enough.

"Stop being gross Sakamichi. I'm tired of hearing about this Manami-kun."

Onoda sputtered and apologized, "I'm sorry! I'm making you feel awkward aren't I?"

"Hnnn, why do you talk about him so much?"

"We're friends I guess? I really look up to him," he was blushing now.

Midousuji didn't look so convinced.

"Really, we're just friends! Just like you and me!"

"We're friends?" His brow wrinkled and he looked skeptical. "If you knew what I am, you would be so sure."

"What are you? I mean, you always seem to be here, where ever this is and you don't look strange." Onoda peered up at Midousuji.

"You really want to know?" "Yes!" "Fine."

The dream world twisted for a minute. The road and trees disappeared, replaced by Midousuji's office. Tall bookcases, a wooden desk, heaps of papers, and a potted plant were now visible. This wasn't the demon realm. It was just a manifestation created by Midousuji.

He had changed as well. Instead of the biking outfit he wore a black suit. His long, slim horns revealed themselves along with his spaded tail.

"Wow!" That was not the reaction he was expecting.

"You look so cool. Like this character from that manga, you wouldn't know it but you look just like him! And this is where you live? So many books!" Onoda moved around the room while chattering at the tall demon. "Are you a monster? Or a demon? Why do you have an office?"

"I'm an Incubus but I mostly do paper work." He wouldn't admit that he was a failure as an Incubus. "Why aren't you running away or screaming?"

"You're still Midousuji aren't you? If you were scary you would have been from the beginning!" He was too nice for his own good. "Wait, aren't Incubi demons that, um, feed off sex?" The blush was back.

"I don't. That's gross."

"So you're just like me! I don't like sex much either. I know my friends talk about it all the time but I just don't get it."

"But you like that Manami-kun."

"That's different! I still can like someone just not, you know, that way."

"So don't think it's weird that I'm an Incubus that doesn't like sex?"

"Nope, I like you Midousuji-kun! Just the way you are. We're friends aren't we?"

Midousuji would never admit that Onoda's matter of fact attitude made him happy in a gross way. Instead of responding he returned the dream realm back to normal and challenged Onoda to a race.

The pair sped off into the rolling hills.

So, the asexual demon became friends with the asexual human who loved anime and bikes.

Even though relationships were discouraged between demons and humans, Midousuji continued his visits to Onoda's dreams. He felt less jealous than before when the human boy talked about his friends since he knew that Onoda confided his secrets to him.

The bike rides and conversations made him happier than years of paperwork ever had.