The Prince Of Hell (Demon!Shane X Ryan)

"PowerPoint Slides"

    TIME SKIP>>
    A few moments pass as Ryan's relaxing in his seat; and I decide I better head out.
    "Well Ryan, it's been fun. But I gotta go." I sigh.
    "Wha- where?"
    "Oh um, chief wants me down to file paper work on that old lady. It's all boring stuff. Bleh." I joke, sticking my tongue out.
    "Well...y'know maybe I can go with you? I mean to just keep you company? After all, you did put up with that lady... just for me." Ryan shyly added.
    "I-I had to. I wasn't about to let someone hurt you. Think about it Ryan how embarrassed you would be if the guys at the station found out; that you got slumped by an old lady?" I scoffed.
    "Oh." Ryan's hope had faded.
    I'll be damned if I saw that he was hoping me to say something to him. But I shrugged it off.

    RYANS P.O.V:
    Shit. Well maybe I'll find something better to do. As Shane exits the room; my mind starts to wonder into my so called 'ℐ𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃'....

    ℛ𝓎𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂~
   Shane and I emerge from a beautiful flower curtain, covered with flower petals; to find each others lips. We had just got done finding out ghosts and the supernatural exist. So obviously I was feeling dominant. But Shane realized I've been right the whole time and turns madly gay for me. Then as we're making out; Shane becomes dominant and starts making me moan against our kiss. After he does that for a few minutes, he starts to grind against my already hard member. After a few moans and groans from the both of us, Shane starts kissing down my neck and soon we lay down on a flower bed. The flower bed had scattered petals lying everywhere.
    When my back hits the bed I hear Shane whisper, "I've always wanted you Ryan. Even from the first day I met you."
    "Me t-to." I moan back.
    "I even want you to fill out these papers for that old lady." He explained.
    "Yo-you wha-what?" I ask bewildered.
    However Shane doesn't stop kissing me. He just hovers above me repeating my name.
    𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂  𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈~

    I snap back to reality and find Paulette shaking me awake.
    "P-Paulette? What're you doing here?"
    "Well I heard what happened with you and that old lady, and was told by the retirement home that she plays bingo with; to have the victim tell your side of the story." She breathed.
    "O-ok sure." I blushed.
    "By the way, what was all that movement for when I shook you? I thought I heard noises too. Were you daydreaming?" Paulette prods.
    "Yeah I was. Heh sorry I just had nothing better to do. I might have been falling asleep." I chuckled nervously, wiping my sweaty forehead.
    "Alright then, I'm guessing you must still be traumatized from what the boss had told you earlier this year...huh?" She said as if she felt sympathy for me.
    "Oh that.... well kinda but don't worry about that. I'm fine. Lemme see that paperwork. Please and thank you."
    Paulette sighed and put the papers on the desk then left. I sat there for a moment thinking about what the boss had told me at the beginning of the year. I remember he scolded me for being such a terrible detective. After all, I had never solved a case before. But he had blamed the horrible effort on Shane. He had said that if I didn't solve a single case this year...... he would fire me and Shane. I couldn't let Shane's failure as well as my own be the cause of losing our jobs. Then what happens when we both lose our jobs? I have a nice apartment but then Shane might wanna stay partners and we move in together. I might get the brilliant idea to make videos and PowerPoint slides about True Crime and the Supernatural. Whatta couple of bozos we'll be then. So I have to really prove myself this year. Which means we definitely shouldn't be filing paperwork about some old lady. We should be asking around more. I stagger out from behind my desk and head out to the car.
TIME SKIP>>
    I arrive at the local police department in the El Paso Area. I step in the air conditioned station to spot a worn out desk bell placed at the front counter. Next to the bell was a folded sign that said 'R͙I͙N͙G͙ F͙O͙R͙ S͙E͙R͙V͙I͙C͙E͙'. Of course no one was at the desk; so I did the only thing I could think of. I rang the bell. When no one had came to aid me I rang again. I felt impatient so I hit the bell with all kinds of hand motions. The elbow, forehead, and finally my pinkie. I may have rang that bell about 50 times.
    Behind the counter I heard someone yell in a rather southern accent. "I hear the bell!"
    Just then an aged woman smoking a cigarette with her right hand stepped into view pulling curtains back from the room behind the counter. I hold my breath a little as if I thought it would help me not smell the toxic nicotine.
    "Are you the one ringin that dayum bell!?" She complains.
    "Um y-yes."
    "Mmhm...."
    "Whatchu need honey?"
    "I need a record for Barbra Weldon?"
"An what makes you think that I should give you that information?" She blows smoke in my face.
"Well because I work at the L.A.P.D. And I'm also in the detectives division." I explain showing her my badge.
"And?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Isn't that enough? I could tell you that she's a suspect for the murder on El Paso Ln. Y'know, the very neighborhood you're hear to protect and serve for?" I rant.
"Oh looks like we got a fancy police detective here. 'Scuse me but when you've had my job for a good 8 years you'll understand why I started smokin these damn things." She mentions the cigarette in her hand.
"You do know that smoking those are bad for you?" I say dumbfounded.
"You know what, my grandmama lived to be 100 years old. I'll tell you that." She snaps.
"Smoking those?"
"You need to mind your own damn business okay?" She raises her voice more.
"Girl, what's goin on out there?" A woman from the back raises her voice.
"Nacho Lebre is trippin." She raises her voice to the other woman.
"Hokay..." I mumble.
"Whatchu say her name was?" The woman starts clicking keys on the keyboard.
"Barbra Weldon."
"Okay honey an what's yo name?"
"Ryan Bergara."
"Okay...B. U. R. R. G-"
"Oh no no. It's B. E . R. G." I correct her politely.
She just glared up at me. And took a real sassy turn to the computer then to me.
"But you said Burrgara. Not no Bergara." She waved a finger at me.
"It's just Bergara with an e no u or two r's." I quietly look at the floor.
    "Mhmm. Whatever you say honey."
    I just stood there stiffly while I looked down at my shoes. I forgot I was even in my uniform. A few more keyboard clicks and the printer from behind the counter started buzzing. And with that the paper was snatched up by my eager hands. I took a moment to think before I left the building.
    "Do you have papers for Shane Madej?"
    "Lemme guess he's also a suspect?"
    "Uh no but I was asked to get his papers here as well." I lied.
    "Looks like we do have him. But aren't you a detective and have access to everyone's files?"
    "Well just because I work there doesn't mean I'm allowed access to everything. Besides he's my partner."
    "Y'all are some weird detectives." She concluded handing me Shane's file.
    "Thank you so very much ma'am." I exclaimed, exiting through the door.
    When I close the door to my car, I decide on whether opening Shane's file. It was just one paper. As well as the old lady's was. I flipped over Barbra's paper and began examining.

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    I stop to look at the birthdate over and over. My head starts spinning.
    "She was born on July 4th 2018?What the hell is going on?" I practically screech.
    A few knocks on the window sent me flying. I jumped up so high I might have sprained something. But I did hit my head on the roof of the car.
    "Ow! Son of a-"
    "It's me, let me in!" A muffled voice called.
    "Sh-Shane? What the hell?"
    "Just shut up and lemme in!"
Before I open the passenger door for Shane, I hide his file under my leg. I didn't want him thinking I was doing some weird investigation on him.
"Whoo, thanks man. I needed to ask you something." Shane tries catching his breath.
I just nod my head.
"Ok, so first off what are you doing at the local police station? Second off, I got some dirt on one of the suspects."
"Ok then, I was here getting Barbra's file just to see if what that other dude had said was true. And second, who?"
"So, I was filling out paper work at that dumb sorta lookin DMV place; when I saw a certain celebrity making out with a police officer we had encountered at the crime scene this morning!" Shane bounces excitedly.
"And why did you need to be let inside of my car? And why the hell did you make such a big deal out of a celebrity making out with a police officer? Even if that person happens to be one that we had seen at the crime scene this morning?" I steamed.
"Oh my, sweet baby Jesus.... Ryan, because the person he was making out with was the same chick I fucked this morning!" He dramatized.
Right, forgot Shane was one of those dudes. Kinda makes me think about the daydream I had today. That was some hella gay shit. But I'll be damned if I ever let Shane know I've been getting these wet dreams about us fucking on the daily. But besides that... I think he might be onto something here.....

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