DoomPet

Chapter 85

The first official day on the boat was just the annoyance of getting settled in. The Slayer was whisked away into a dozen meetings he got home late.

"Should we come out soon?" Crüe poked him as he laid in bed exhausted.

The man rubbed his head, "Crüe..." he grumbled, "Just give it a few days."

The next day was similar. Except the Slayer got home earlier and was furious at all the meetings he was going to.

"It's all the same shit! They call me in and go 'Well mister Slayer what are your plans on handling the Atlantic facility?' If I talk broadly they ask specifics, if I talk too specifically they ask me to be broad! Fuck!" He was pacing around and had barely touched the pizza Crüe made.

"It's been boring here, just manning the fort. Do you think I could come to some meetings?" Crüe asked while nibbling on the pizza, worried about the Slayer.

The man rolled his eyes and sat down grabbing a slice and pulling it onto his plate, "Sure maybe you'll be better at it. No touching or PDA or baby talk-"

"Slayer, I know." Crüe corrected the man and shot him a glare. He wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at the Slayer reminding him of a rule he never broke or the fact that the man had stopped talking about coming out as a couple.

The next day they attended the deluge of meetings together. Samuel and Elena would be in some of them. The Slayer was cold in them, not wanting to be tied to the marauder in any way beyond brothers in arms.

When they got home they had to be fitted for suits for that wedding. The Slayer mentioned dancing together back into their old apartment. "So will we be tearing up the dance floor in these?" Crüe asked as a tailor held up some fabric to add to his pant legs, matching it perfectly.

The Slayer didn't respond, just tipped his head toward the man in the room, "We can talk about that later."

The demon just nodded and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. Crüe stayed out of meetings for the next two days. Finally, five days into their stay on the boat, he asked again when they were alone. "Are we going to dance at the wedding?"

"Sure if you want." The Slayer was hunched over the coffee table, slaving away at some paperwork.

"Should we practice?" He was desperate for the man's touch. They hadn't fucked since they got on this cursed ship. The man was always tired and never had time. I mean what the hell was happening?

"It's not formal dancing at a wedding besides I'm neck deep in this stupid shit. It's ridiculous. They want me to outline weaknesses of every demon I've encountered and give them a whole stack of reports. This shit is stupid! This is an intern's work!" He ranted and raved.

Crüe sat on the other side of the couch, petting Haru's head. At least that cat didn't have to fight for space on his lap.

Two more days passed, Crüe asked about dancing but was met with the same non answer. He picked up their tuxes or suits or whatever and hung them nicely in the closet. He stood in their bedroom for a while, looking around at the bleak, boring area. Finally, he walked out into the living room and sat down beside the man who was doing some stupid paperwork. Crüe wondered if he got that paperwork tattooed on his skin if the Slayer would finally acknowledge him again. He knew he was being dramatic but the constant dismissive attitude towards him was not something he was pleased with.

Daisy walked up to the Slayer and handed him a squeaky toy, begging him to toss it for her.

He shook his head, "I love you, but I'm busy."