In The Black (BxB)✔

Chapter 4 - Getting Cleaned Up

Once again David found himself in the demons penthouse. The man seemed more than pleased with himself for successfully dragging him back, but David wouldn't let him enjoy this victory. He was hungry, sore, and stank to high heaven thanks to that homeless lady.

"You got any wifi here?" He asked, taking out his flip phone. Luckily no one ever considered stealing that old relic.

"Yes, though the password is a bit complicated. I can enter it for you." Mr. Black grabbed the phone out of his hand and began fiddling with the buttons, unaccustomed to the old technology. After a moment, he handed it back. "There."

"Thanks." David turned and waited for his messages to load to see if he got any replies from his earlier texts.

Mr. Black watched him for a moment before asking. "What exactly do you need internet for on that old thing? It doesn't even have a touch screen."

"My texting still works with a wifi connection." He explained, then promptly got his phone snatched out of his hands again.

Mr. Black held the device up, squinting at the tiny display with a frown. "You were texting Ricky at a time like this?"

David's cheeks burned red. "I texted him this afternoon and never heard back."

"You look like you have more serious things to deal with than checking if your 'friend' had a good day." He said the word 'friend' scornfully. "Anyways, we have more important matters to attend to. Strip."

David blinked. "What?"

"Strip. Your clothes need to be promptly burned."

The little human shifted his feet, unsure if he should take his words seriously. Looking at Mr. Black, he decided the man meant it. Fine by him.

Dropping any pretense of modesty, David did as he was told and stripped off his clothes right in front of the demon. He wasn't ashamed of his body and decided he had no reason to practice modesty when he didn't have much to be modest about. "Happy?" He asked, balling his cloths up and handing them to Mr. Black, who took them in one arm but continued to stare.

"Now what? Am I supposed to attend this 'interview' in my birthday suit?" He asked sarcastically. "Or wait, is this interview actually me becoming your whore or something? Because I have strict rules regarding that." He was joking of course, but the suggestion seemed to interest Mr. Black a little too much.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Actually I was going to have you take a shower." Mr. Black waved a hand towards a room behind him which appeared to be the bathroom. David sighed in relief as he turned.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense."

Suddenly the demon spoke in a sharp, serious tone that sent shivers down David's spine. "What is that?"

He noticed that the demons eyes had turned a dangerous shade of red and before he could help it, he jumped back on instinct. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough as Mr. Black grabbed him by the arm and spun him around so he could get a clearer look at the bruise on his back.

He felt the man's fingers trace the edges of the ugly mark. "Who did this?"

David flinched. "Ouch! That's tender!" He struggled out of the mans grasp and fled to the other side of the room.

Well isn't this an awkward position? He was naked, bruised, and trapped in a demons penthouse. How much worse could this day get?

Mr. Black stayed where he was, then blinked as his eyes returned to their normal color. "Sorry, it just irks me to know someone would lay a hand on you."