Under The Demon

Happy Valentine's Day

Author's Note: This is just a quick Valentine's Day special I've prepared. Warning: There will be graphic sex. Cedric = Undertaker.

The décor in his shop wasn't romantic. The décor in his shop was nowhere near romantic. Cedric saw all those love notes in the windows of other shops, the cosy lamplight flickering and creating dark shadows on the walls, their foreboding masked by the collective euphoria being felt by couples all over London that night. All this happened while he stood in the doorway of his dusty old funeral parlour, dressed all in black, frowning as he leant against the wall for support, his hair pulled down in front of his eyes to hide his tears. He was the epitome of trepidation, melancholy and depression. Although he could not and did not deny that he was any of these things, he wished he could. He just wanted someone to love. But unfortunately nobody he loved ever loved him back.

There had been Grell, the effervescent redhead whose chartreuse eyes sparkled like emeralds in the morning sunlight. But Grell's heart had never been with Cedric, with the old and rotten undertaker. His heart was with William, his superior. Before him there had been Claudia, the woman whom he cherished so dearly, but who ended up marrying another man and bearing child. Cedric had also taken a fancy to Vincent, her only son. He was the cutest person to ever walk the earth and looked so much like Claudia. But after three nights of hot sex and talking about running away together, Vincent had informed Cedric that he was getting married to a woman, and though they could continue to work together, they couldn't see each other anymore. They had all had good intentions; none of them intended to hurt Cedric. But that didn't stop him from feeling unappreciated and undervalued. They had all loved their reputation, their careers or their supervisors more than they were willing to love him. Cedric sighed. And now it was Valentine's Day.

Cedric was just about to go inside, when he heard a soft, silky voice from the doorway, somehow still delicate despite its baritone pitch.

"Now why would someone as pretty as yourself be out here all alone on Valentine's Day hmm I wonder?"

Cedric turned around and knew the speaker immediately to be a demon. He knew from the black hair and the bright, flashing crimson eyes. He didn't have much of a problem with demons, but the reaper council certainly did, and if he was caught associating with one he could be in trouble. He kept his eyes downcast as he went back into his shop, trying to avoid confrontation.

"Go away demon. Get on with your business,"

Cedric wasn't surprised, but startled when he got in his shop and closed the door to find that the demon had transported himself inside and was lying across one of Cedric's best coffins with a half-smirk and his eyelids lazily fluttering seductively, like a succubus sent to tear Cedric's heart out and assassinate him in the name of physical desires. Cedric couldn't take his eyes off that pretty face, the flawless skin and the slightly parted lips giving way to rows of sharp fangs. Cedric couldn't help but envision those fangs clamping down on his cock and-

"You see Mr Crevan, the reason I'm even here is because I have no business," the demon drawled in a bored yet informative tone. "My master is asleep, and I'd rather not be stuck outside in this cold February evening. Can you not spare me some of your time for me to warm up?"

Cedric narrowed his eyes, but nodded and watched the demon's smirk grow. "What's your name then demon? You seem to know mine,"

"My name in this realm is Sebastian. My master named me after his dog,"

"And you sound happy about that," Cedric laughed in sarcastic humour, and for the first time Sebastian scowled, maybe even pouted. For the first time he seemed a little vulnerable. A little human. "But why do you want to 'warm up' here? Why choose to annoy me?"