Three Months.

Late Dinner.

WARNING: SMUT.

Ash suddenly woke up. Sebastian's room was dimly lit and a little cold, Sebastian must've opened the window while Ash was asleep. There was cold food, pills, and tea on the nightstand. Sebastian was at his desk, engrossed him his work when he heard Ash stir. "Good morning sleepyhead," Sebastian teased, looking up from his paperwork. "I made you dinner but it got cold, I can warm it up and get you a fresh cup of tea if you'd like."

Still reeling from the vivid dream, Ash sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His gaze landed on the cooling meal and fresh tea, followed by a glance at Sebastian who seemed oblivious to the turmoil brewing within him. "Mm, yes please," Ash said, his voice husky from sleep. He threw off the covers, careful not to jar his bruised muscles too much, and climbed out of bed. His naked form glided smoothly towards the desk, hips swaying ever so slightly with each step. He leaned against the polished wood, crossing his long legs at the ankles. Ash's fingers traced idle patterns along the edge, avoiding eye contact as he processed his conflicted thoughts. "I had quite the...dream," he admitted, choosing his words carefully. His face heated at the memory, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Oh? About what?" Sebastian stood up and walked to the nightstand, picking up the plate full of cold food then turning back to face Ash.

Ash shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet Sebastian's gaze. His body still tingled from the dream, every nerve ending screaming for attention. "It involved you...and a nun," he blurted out. Immediately regretting how candid he was being. "Though I suppose that shouldn't be surprising considering your reputation," Ash added quickly, "after all you are known for having carnal desires." A soft chuckle escaped him, but there was no humor in it. Instead, it sounded more like a desperate attempt to deflect attention away from himself - and towards Sebastian.

"Well..." The demon walked closer. "Demons like myself are known for being promiscuous. But don't worry Ash, I only have eyes for you and for you only."

At Sebastian's words, Ash's heartbeat quickened, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to believe the demon, truly he did. But the lingering doubts and fears from his past refused to be silenced. "You say that now," Ash replied quietly, his gaze flickering up to meet Sebastian's. "But what about later? When the novelty wears off and my purity becomes just another thing for you to defile?" A shiver ran down his spine as he spoke, the cool air of the room sending goosebumps across his skin. He could almost taste the bitterness of his own words, the fear and insecurity mingling with the desire. "Don't pretend you don't know what I mean," Ash continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've seen how demons treat their playthings."

Sebastian's eyes began to glow fuchsia and his pupils turned into slits like a cat. "Well, if you do decide to let me mark you, I won't be that rough. I know how fragile angels are...I wouldn't torture you like other demons would." Sebastian said with a sadistic smile.

Ash swallowed hard, his eyes widening at Sebastian's statement. The demon's words were soothing, yet they held a dangerous promise. Marking? Torturing? How far was he willing to go? "That doesn't make me feel any less nervous," Ash admitted softly, leaning away from Sebastian instinctively. His lavender eyes flickered over the demon's form, taking in the musculature displayed beneath the simple tailcoat and slacks. The contrast between them was stark - Sebastian's rugged good looks juxtaposed against Ash's angelic features. It should've scared him more than it did. After all, Ash knew what demons were capable of. Yet here he was, finding himself strangely drawn to Sebastian despite knowing better. "If anything were to happen between us..." he started cautiously, "it would need to be consensual."