His Demons (PaperHat Mpreg)

~Chapter 1~

Dr.Flug's PoV

Not everyone could say they lived a good and fair life. Not everyone had someone to love. No ones life was perfect because perfect is a word that varies due to the perspective of the persons eyes they're seeing through.

But one thing was for certain.

My life was about as perfect to me as it could get.

After a day of working in the lab, it was nice to just go upstairs to the room BlackHat and I shared, and cuddle. Of course I had my own room, but in a sense we basically just share one. Who wants to sleep alone after a long day when you can get cuddles instead?

Well, I guess that's an opinionated type thing, but you know what I was trying to say. It was relaxing to me.

I sighed, lazily walking up the stairs at two o'clock in the morning to get to BlackHats room. I opened the door to find BlackHat in the desk chair on the far side of the room, his arms crossed in a stern manor.

"Staying up quite late now are we?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. I rubbed the back of my neck, letting a small and nervous laugh leave my lips.

"Eh-heh....it was the coffee?" I said, hoping he'd buy it. He rolled his eye, the other being covered by the monocle as he stood from his chair with a sigh.

"I thought I told you before to not work yourself the way you do. Your a workaholic Flug, its absolutely ridiculous. You'd work yourself to death if I didn't say something!" BlackHat scolded. I looked away.

"So I take it you didn't believe the coffee excuse then?..." I said sheepishly. He shook his head.

"Nope, not even a little bit," he said. I sighed.

"Well it was worth a shot." he walked up to me, lightly grabbing my waist.

"No, it wasnt," he said, making me laugh tiredly. I let out a yawn and he lightly slid off my lap coat, planting a gentle kiss on my neck. "Why don't you go to bed Flug? I'll wake you up for breakfast tomorrow," he said.

For a demon, he really was a sweet person. But that seemed like only a part of him that was shown to me, which made me feel special in a odd sense. How we came to be a couple still boggles my mind.

He used to be so cruel. I don't know why me, but when I showed him a little bit of compassion and understanding, he seemed to warm up to me. It just went on from there. There was a point in my life where I thought he didn't have a soft side, but it all changed after he kissed me that first time. I knew I was in love that second it happened, and he practically became my drug. From what he tells me, its vice versa.

I couldn't have been more glad to have him. He was the sweetest poison i could ever ask for and I was addicted. I loved him like no other. And I couldn't have been more happy when he asked for me to be his forever.

I felt myself smile under the paperbag that rested over my face. He took my lab coat and hung it up on the hook behind the door. I yawned, taking off my goggles and the paperbag to make it more comfortable when I slept. I walked past the mirror, ruffling my golden blonde hair and looking into the green tired eyes that stared back at me. BlackHat came up behind me, snaking his arms comfortably around my waist and kissing my scarred and burned cheek due to a misfortunete plane crash a few years ago.

"There's that beautiful face again," he said, making me blush. Of course I was rather self-conscious about the scar, but after BlackHat telling me his real thoughts about it, it didn't seen so bad. It was only half of my right cheek, a bit of discoloration on one side of my face, but it wasn't really anything too bad.