He didn't say much after that. I felt him walking me to the bed while we were deep into a heated kiss. He gave me a quick push and immediately removed my sweatpants, dipping a finger into my heat here and there. I moaned softly and he hushed me. "We don't have much time and you can't make much noise." he whispered. I nodded vigorously and let him twist his fingers in and out of my heat quickly. I bit my lip and tried my best to think of something else...something unsexy...something awful, but my mind kept drifting right back to Dark and the placement of his perfect fingers. I breathed heavily, nearing a climax. I heard the water stop and started to panic a bit. "Don't panic, it's fine." he growled in a harsh whisper. I hoped so. A few more skillful finger twists later, I was in a state of euphoria. I barely had time to dress before his dad returned, wet hair and all. "You two in the middle of something?" he asked. I turned a deep shade of red. "Not at all...just waiting on you." I replied. Dark winked and disappeared into thin air. Asmoday seemed skeptical. "I feel like I'm imposing." "You could never impose." I insisted. He still seemed a bit skeptical. "So what do I do next?" he asked, running his hand through his bleached hair. "The blue." I replied playing with his hair. "You're sure you want it blue?" I asked, envisioning him with a shade of green in his hair that matched his bold eyes. "Yeah, that's the only way this will be...accepted." "You know I'd take you with any color." I said, not realizing what I'd said until it left my mouth. He raised an eyebrow. "Still feeling that way?" he asked, almost playfully. "Well...I'd be lying if I said no." I replied. He just kinda smirked and went back to fixing his hair. "So...you're interested in taking me. Where to?" "I'm sorry?" "Where to? Where are we going to go?" I was dumbfounded. "Where do you wanna go?" "Anywhere that my memories won't follow me...at least for a bit." "If you're talking about getting piss drunk, Dark told me you're terrible at holding your liquor." "Did he now?" he asked, almost laughing. "Yeah...and for what it's worth, I used to be a sloppy drunk, too." "Is that right? Sloppy drunk, I like the way it sounds." he said. "Well, it took some time, but now I can drink a bar and feel okay the next morning." He laughed. "I'm not quite sure that's a good thing, but whatever floats your boat I suppose. Now, about that whole drinking thing...is that where we're going?" I looked outside. The weather was yucky, but we wouldn't have to be out for long. "If that's what you want, sure." I replied. "Alright...finish this project on top of my head and I'll go. I could stand to get out a bit, even if it is in your world instead of my own." "My world isn't so bad." I replied, picking at his hair a bit. "It isn't, but it's still foreign to me. I'm not used to things like keeping my feet on the ground and...everything else that humans do." "In time you'll get used to it. Now...hold still. This dye stains everything." I carefully applied a layer of dye as icy blue as ice blue can be. "Let it sit for awhile, and then you'll be back in the shower." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not the biggest fan of water." he replied. "Oh relax, it'll only take a second." He twiddled his thumbs impatiently while I looked out the window. "I can clear that rain up." he said. "I know, so can Dark...Arioch...but I like it." "Seems odd that humans would like something depressing and dark...I thought that's what demons did." He stood beside me and cast a steady gaze out at the hazy gray sky that cloaked the entire city in shadows and hollow mist. I looked up at him shyly, admiring how tall he stood. "Six five." he said. "Huh?" I asked, confused. "You're not clever. I saw you looking...I'm six five." Jesus. Over a foot taller than me. "Most women like tall guys. I guess that makes me lucky." That much was true. "I've always been a bit short." "So what? It's cute. I don't know what I'd do with a woman who is taller than me. I'd feel a bit...inadequate." It always surprises me to know that Asmoday being who he is, still has insecurities and flaws. "My head is starting to feel a bit funky, when can I wash this shit off?" "Give it another ten minutes." I said. We stood in silence for awhile before he asked me where Dark had run off to. "I have no idea." I replied. "He ghosted on me a bit ago...he does that a lot, but he usually comes back by now...or at least lets me know where he is." I text him. My phone buzzed quickly afterward. "He's with a friend. I think we both know what that means, and from the picture he sent it's gonna be awhile. I guess we can either go out super late or go out tomorrow." Asmoday gave me a funny look. "What? You can't go out without him?" I was surprised. "I figured you'd want to stay in...like you might feel a bit strange going with just me." "No fucking way." he replied. "I like you...I'll go with just you." I smiled. "Sounds like a plan." I watched a strand of blue dye drip from his hairline to his nose. "Go ahead and rinse off." I said, wiping it with my finger. He disappeared and returned a few minutes later. "Wow." I said, admiring his hair. "That's some...bright hair." I really outdid myself. "Like it?" he asked, playing with it. "I love it." I replied. "It's gonna look so hot when it starts fading out." He looked away smiling. "You keep dropping hints. I don't know if you realize that or not." I turned beet red. "I do. I do keep dropping hints I mean, I don't mean to though." I stammered. "It's fine. I like it...you're keeping me in good spirits...plus reminding me that even though I'm fucking ancient, I'm still attractive." "Pfft, you stopped aging like forever ago." He looked confused. "We don't exactly stop aging...we just age so fucking slowly once we hit a certain age that it looks like we're not aging anymore. Give Arioch another 20 thousand years and you'll see a difference or two." "I'm sure it won't matter. I'd give anything to keep myself from aging like a person. Immortality won't stop the aging process." "Ah, but you're gorgeous. You'll age gracefully." I blushed. "So are we gonna sit here and pay each other compliments or are we gonna go out and hit LA harder than this storm?" He asked, standing up. "Let's do both." I replied, walking toward my room to get ready. "I like the way you think." he replied. I left him in Dark's room to get dressed.
I dressed myself in something warm. I brushed by Asmoday in the hall. "You look nice." he said, dousing himself in some kind of intoxicating cologne. I studied his shirt. All black with a little stereotypical sexy red devil silhouette. "Nice." I said. "I don't really dress up." he said. "I'd put something warm on over that. The rain is chilly..." He picked up a hoodie. "Warm enough?" he asked. I shrugged. "Well, you're the expert." he said. "I know, but you know your body." He looked at it. "I think I'll be fine." he said, slipping it on. I admired the way it hugged his muscular body. "Lead the way." he said, letting me pass him. I took the lead and led him out into the rain. He pulled his hood up and followed me through the streets. I found a place Dark and I visited regularly and ushered him inside. We took seats in a cozy booth rather than the bar and started up a weak conversation about romance. "Why are women so goddamn dramatic?" he asked, sucking down a shot. "I mean, it's not that emotions are bad, it's just...I'm really getting confused with you guys." I stirred my mixed drink. "We just have a different personality structure I guess." "I've never fought with a woman like this...I hate my ex wife more than anyone else on the planet and even her and I never fought like this." I chuckled. "Well, that's interesting." "Right?" he replied, ordering another drink. Geez, he wasn't joking about forgetting memories for awhile. "Look, it'll blow over eventually. I promise. She's mad...she's gonna be that way, women get mad and stay mad like that...but whatever you two argued about will be ancient history before long." he looked up at me. "You think so?" he asked. "I know so. It's just a setback." "One that I never envisioned. Our little squabbles usually end on the countertop or the couch...not with me getting my ass booted." "You're thinking too much. Obviously something happened that was a bit over her line." He looked into his shot and groaned. "Are you shitfaced already?" I asked. "No, it's this song." I listened carefully. It was 311's version of Love Song.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Geez. Poor dude needs another drink. "So...you like this song?" I asked. "Love it, really. And she has given it more meaning to me." "Interesting. I always pictured you as more of an Ozzy fan than a The Cure fan." "Let's not go around talking about how I like The Cure." he said, teasingly. "Your secret is safe with me." I replied. "Come on, bottoms up. I didn't come out here in the cold ass rain to go home depressed." We clinked our glasses together and raced each other to the bottom of our drinks. I won without problems. "Can you keep up with me?" I teased. He looked at me playfully. "I think so, but since I'm new at this, I get a head start." he said, picking up two shot glasses at once. "Pickle shots, eh? Ballsy." he downed them both and made a face. "Sour." he said, choking a bit. "Very. It's pickle juice and liquor. That enough of a head start for you?" I asked. He nodded, still looking a bit put off by the pickle shots. "Come on, we have some serious alcoholic ground to cover." I said, browsing the list of drinks. I placed a huge order and smirked a bit. "You're going to make me regret tonight." he said, looking a bit nervous. "Just lose it...let yourself go." I said. "No regrets, only fun." He smiled. "If you say so." he replied.
We buried ourselves in drinks and warm silly conversations until we were kicked out for being just a bit too drunk. "You want me to go back and send that bouncer into another dimension?" Asmoday asked, drunkenly. "Nah, it's cool. We're on good terms here...we just have to head home for tonight." I stumbled along the streets, feeling puddles lap at my socks. The rain was coming down even harder now, and it was hard to see two feet in front of me. "Use your magic. I can't fucking walk in this bullshit." I said, leaning against his sturdy frame. He guided me into an alley and looked deep in thought. "Don't tell me you don't remember how to use your powers." He snapped his fingers and we wound up home safe and sound. Thank goodness. I peeled my wet layers off, totally forgetting I wasn't with Dark. I paused before taking off my bra. "I won't object. Here, I'll make it less weird." he said, stripping out of everything above the waist. Oh shit...he's fucking gorgeous. "Come on, you look sleepy." he said, picking me up. My head swam a bit as he carried me to my room, nearly tripping over Ink. He meant to set me on the bed, but he wound up landing right on top of me instead. "Deja vu?" he said, playfully. "Just a bit." I replied, playing with his hair. "You're so cute." he said, breathing a delicate combo of alcohol and cologne onto me. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I debated what to do with my drunk friend. So many possibilites, some right, some wrong. Fuck it, you only live once...and if you're like me, you live forever. I cupped his face hard and kissed him. My heart skipped a beat and anxiety bubbled in my gut as I worried that he would be disgusted and pull away, but...he didn't. Instead, he snaked his tongue into my mouth and worked his way further on top of me. He broke the kiss and laughed a bit. "I am entirely too drunk to do anything else. Let's see what happens in the morning." he said, wrapping me in his arms. I closed my eyes and let the room spin me to sleep, trying to figure out just what was going to go on in the morning...
