blood like gasoline » danti (reuploaded)

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a/n: this is the sequel to "narcotic sweet talk" go read that if u havent already !!

yall ,,,this is so spicy;-)

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Dark stood in the kitchen, eyes roaming the newspaper in his hand, frowning at the article on the newest soul-collecting record, a feat he did not accomplish. He wanted to be angrier, he wanted to go to his coworker's house and give him a piece of his mind for outdoing him, but he couldn't.

He was calmer than ever as he sipped his premium roast coffee in a mug that read "Cats > Mondays," a cup that he absolutely despised but Anti made him use for reasons he did not know.

Speaking of the devil, Anti came trotting in the kitchen, slouching his shoulders until he reached Dark, who handed him an already prepared cup of coffee. He kissed Dark's cheek in a silent 'thanks' and went to the table, shoulders caving in on himself as the early grogginess took over.

Dark on the other hand, was completely awake since he was a morning person, Anti was not. Dark made the coffee and the breakfast, Anti just tried not killing himself or anyone else--a task proven to be extremely difficult some mornings.

A plate was set in front of the glitchy demon, two slices of toast, just lightly brown and already buttered, the exact way he liked it. He offered a bite to Dark who took it, pecking Anti softly before going to rest against the counter once again.

This was their daily routine, they easily fell into it several years after they became an official couple, and that was hundreds of years ago. It was so domestic, old Dark would've vomited, but now he cherished these moments, especially since it was one of the only times of day where Anti would actually shut the fuck up--either in the mornings when he was tired and when he had a dick shoved down his throat, otherwise he talked and talked and talked.

Don't get him wrong, Dark didn't mind in the slightest, he loved his ghoulish boyfriend more than anything else and he could listen to the demon ramble on for hours about a topic that was of no meaning to him, but meant the world to Anti. It was one of the greatest perks of being in love.

He checked the time on the stove clock and realized he was going to be late for work if he stalled any longer. Sighing, he walked over to his boyfriend, leaning down to press their lips together in a long, sweet kiss, one that would last them for the day.

"Love you, baby," Anti mumbled against his mouth, a hand coming up to caress his cheek when they parted, "have a good day."

"Love you more, bub," Dark pecked his nose, "don't stress yourself, okay?"

Anti nodded and let Dark pull away, though he really didn't want to. Oh, what they would do to be able to have more days off. They were still working slaves under Lucifer, though he was retiring very soon, meaning someone else would be running the underworld. The two just hoped it wasn't some inexperienced fool who overworked them and abused the given power, though the possibility was highly likely.

Lucifer was to hold a meeting that Dark and Anti had to attend as well as all of the other workers, where he would announce the new ruler. It was once a prestigious ceremony millenniums ago, but now it was like any other meeting in an office, they even threw a somewhat sad, little retirement party, which Anti was forced to help plan. That was in a week days though, so they tried to enjoy their last bits of freedom while they could.

Anti sighed when he heard the door shut, getting up from the table to grab his laptop. He might as well get his work done early, with all of the Lucifer commotion, he was able to slack a bit. He didn't have to process hundreds of souls, rather he could cut that down to at least a hundred or so, a huge stress reliever on his part.