Demon Muse

Art and Eggs?

   It's been over a month since Gabriel's demise. A month of adjustments and growth. Sean has smoothly taken over leadership duties for the incubus clan. He had expected some pushback from the others, but they were all welcoming. It turns out, they actually feel more at ease with a non-family member at the helm. He discovered there was much infighting over leadership, many thinking Nigel wasn't a good fit as leader.

    Now, Sean is shrugging into a dress shirt, finding it a bit snug in the arms and chest. It truly has been a month of growth. Speaking of growth, he turns at a loud exasperated sigh. Bo tugs his favorite sweater down, his stomach protruding and the sweater riding up.

"I look like one of those beer belly humans." Bo pouts, Sean grinning and pulling him close to rub the bump of his little stomach. "It's not funny. What am I suppose to wear? My jeans don't even fit."

"I know, baby. But, you'll be laying our eggs soon." Sean kisses him, then hurries into the closet. "But, until you get your figure back..." He exits the closet, holding up a shopping bag. "After you fell asleep late last night, I made a trip to the human realm. Try it on, baby."

   Bo grins, wiping at his eyes and crossing to Sean. He peeks into the bag and raises his brows. A pack of black mens bikini briefs sits on top. He giggles, shaking his head and pulling them out. He opens the package and slips a pair on, thinking they're actually pretty comfortable. He hears a soft growl behind him and turns. Sean is looking away from him, holding out a pair of relaxed fit jeans.

"What? You don't like them?" Bo teases, taking the jeans and pecking a kiss on Sean's cheek. He bends over, beginning to step into the jeans and sees Sean adjusting himself in his slacks. "Hm?" He looks up through his lashes, pulling the jeans up over his hips.

"I love them. That's the problem." Sean moans, Bo taking off his sweater and reaching for the pale pink dress shirt in Sean's hand. "It's been a week already and I have no idea how long I'll have to wait after you lay the eggs. You know, turns out even demons get blue balls, baby." He groans, tossing his head back like a child having a tantrum.

"Your balls weren't blue last night. When I was sucking on them." Bo smirks, buttoning his shirt.

"Don't tempt me, baby. Foreplay isn't enough. I want to take my time and devour you." Sean tugs Bo against him, licking his neck. "Ugh, we'll be late if I get started now. Seriously, this is getting painful." He groans, reluctantly pulling away from Bo. "Anyway, after the gallery opening, you'll be all mine. Let's finish getting ready and go meet the others." Bo nods, smiling happily.

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   It's only a couple of hours until the gallery opening of Sean Little's last works. Rachel is walking through the gallery space dedicated to his show, My Demon Muse. She's been trying hard not to cry all morning, as she makes one last check of everything. A painting she doesn't recognize catches her eye from across the room. She strolls closer, bursting into tears as a staff member hurries over.

"This piece, where did it come from? I've never seen it before and it's not catalogued." Rachel sniffles, looking at the plaque beside it. My Guardian Angel by Sean Little. "He..."

"It arrived by courier this morning. Along with a second painting and, this envelope addressed to you." The young man says, handing her an envelope with Sean's handwriting on it. He turns away, giving her space.

   Dear Rachel,

Unfortunately, if you're reading this, I'm gone. I've sent two very special paintings to you. The first, is for you. A gift for putting up with me for so long. She laughs through her sobs, her shoulders shaking as she continues to read. No more tears, you know that's what I want. I want you to be happy. Your painting, you can keep it or sell it. Since I'm gone, I bet it'll fetch a pretty penny now. You could afford that condo you've had your eye on. As for the second, it must not be sold. I would like it donated to the local art museum.