•|• KimCop Oneshots •|•

My demon. My hunter

A.N: I have nothing to say okay? This is just one slightly long and sinful one shot I guess vkskkidkvks
Still trying to write smut so yeah... might be odd.

Enjoy!

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How long has it been? Three? Four years?

Time goes by so quickly and memories fade so fast, it's hard to tell when something happened in our lives. But even if it were to pass over 20 years, Kimmon would never forget an specific day.

The day he broke one of his codes as a Demon Hunter.

After a long day's work in his 'regular' job, all he wanted, all he wished for, was to reach his home and lay on his bed until the next morning. But of course, once he got there, he was reminded again of what he had done all those years ago when he saw a small figure wrapped in a blanket, sleeping ever so soundly on the couch.

"Ah.. how peaceful." Kimmon thought.
But he knew better than waking up the little prick on his couch.

He knew his demon pet so well after all.

Quietly, or as quiet as he could, he went to his room, his mind only filled with thoughts of feeling the coziness of his matress and pillow. He didn't even care about changing his clothes, the more he did was taking his shoes and socks off. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the tireness to take place and take him where he really wanted to be.

But he had no luck that day.

Just after getting a few minutes of peaceful rest, he felt pressure on his stomach. Refusing to open his eyes, he decided to just ignore what was causing it. After all, he knew who it was and why it was there. But that thing was also persistant as hell.

"Not now, Copter." Kimmon said, without opening his eyes.

"Mmm? You seem tense though." Said the other.

Of course he was tense. It wasn't easy to be a demon hunter and at the same time survive in the normal world. Even more now that he has a new mouth to feed (one that eats too much for his size). Kimmon had been managing pretty well, but God, it was tiring as hell.

"Which is why you should leave me alone." Kimmon said annoyed, because god dammit he was just starting to fully fall asleep.

"I can help, you know?" The demon said, his tone changing to one the hunter knew well. And he understood the implications in that tone.

Kimmon sighed and opened his eyes.
His insticts as a demon hunter made him look directly at the little horns on Copter's head, and the tail behind his back that moved sideways playfully. But then he noticed two things. One, Copter had both of his legs on each side of him, comfortably seated on his stomach, almost like trapping him. And two...

"Copter, why are you wearing my hoodie?"

The demon smirked, and is that one smirk that Kimmon wished he could erase off of his mind forever.

The problem was not Copter wearing something that wasn't his, the problem was that, that was the only piece of clothing on him. He could see the milky thighs trapping him, begging to be marked.

"Is that really what you should be asking right now?" The demon said, his face a little closer to Kimmon's. But the hunter won't give in. Or that's what he would like to believe.

"Not in the mood Copter. Leave me alone." And with that, Kimmon closed his eyes and put the back of his hand over his eyes, choosing to ignore the little rascal on him.

Copter lost his smile for a moment, but then, he proceeded to reposition himself a little lower from where he was.

"How long do you know me Kimmon?" The demon asked. No response from the hunter. "I believe it should be enough time to realize how this is going to end. We both know, don't we?" Still no response. "And you know that you could have avoided all of this, if only you had killed me back then."