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He threw me up against the wall of the nearest building."Isn't it?" His face was only an inch away from mine, his green eyes sparking dangerously. "Why don't we make it the point?"

"I wouldn't want to tire you out."

"So little faith in me," he smiled

"Always," I smiled back, finally closing the gap between us. His kiss was furious and deliciously lustful.

"Now I really have missed you."

"Good," he growled.

I grinned, kissing him back furiously before breaking away. "But I have to go old man." I smiled, looking into his green eyes, how strange they were.

Tease," he laughed. "I'll go find myself a real whore, shall I?" He grinned

"You want it that bad, Geez."

"Either that or I go back and fuck another human. And I'm in the mood for fun, not business."

"Hmm, fine, you have all of about an hour with me. Then I really must be going. No lust demon can compare after all."

"Am I in competition with Lucifer?" he asked mischievously."

"Maybe..."

"Just a maybe?" he chuckled. "Hmm..."

I hate it when people do that..."hmm?"

"I may have to make you a few minutes late," he whispered in my ear, one hand sliding up my thigh under the hem of my dress.

 "Right Jet, if you can last that long." I smirked, not liking the idea of keeping Lucifer waiting but... Jet, I lifted my leg up to straddle his waist.

"See, I'd have said that the other way around. If you can last that long," he teased me, the rough skin of his fingers trailing from one leg to the other and back again

"Oh, the wrath demon is trying to teach me about lust?" I growled. "I doubt you could even take me there." I teased, kissing him again.

"I never said I was trying to teach you anything," he smiled, stroking his fingers so lightly against me that I was surprised by just how gentle he could be when he wanted. "I just wanna play." he murmured, kissing me again.

Humph, I’m not a toy, "play?" I wondered, pressing myself close against him. "What game did you have in mind?"

"Now, now, you're the lust demon, you should know the best games," he smiled. "I'll let you choose."

"Humph, just remember I'm not some cheap harlot from the red district." I warned, slowly running my hands up beneath his shirt.

"Why d'ya think I'm here and not there?"

"Because you would have fallen asleep if you walked over there." I teased, removing his shirt and kissing the bare skin beneath with my intoxicating lips.

"Whoever said I was gonna walk?" he laughed slightly, his hand brushing through my hair as the bulge in his jeans became more pronounced.

"Mmm, enough talking," I smiled, silencing him with my lips as I teased him over his trousers. His free hand lifted the hem of my dress over my hips, exposing me as his hand explored between my legs tauntingly.

I laughed as I slowly undid his trousers and pulled them down, continuing to kiss his bare skin as I unveiled more of it. He kicked his trousers aside growling hungrily and impatiently.

"And you said I had no patience." I taunted, running my hands round the rim of his boxers before pulling them down.

"I told you. I'm in the mood to play, not stand here and be teased all night," he muttered.

"Sorry, if you want a quick fuck you know where the street corner is." I growled.

He cut me off, crushing his lips against mine forcefully. "I want you," he grinned, automatically drinking in my irritation.

"Humph," I huffed, clicking my fingers, making my clothes disappear too. "I'm sure." I muttered back, stroking his hips softly. He smiled, kissing me again as his hands lifted to my chest, his gentle touch fading.

"You really don't have to do that." I whispered, continuing my own work on his body, moving my hands to his inner thighs.

"I know. It's for me as much as you."

"Not really..."

I knew he would object, I couldn’t quite remember why but I knew he would, "Hmm?"

"It's more for you than me." I whispered, muffling my voice as I got on my knees in front of him. He grinned down at me, his hand on the back of my head. The touch intensified the energy I was gaining from him as he channelled his lust for me in the one direction.

I pulled away, lapping up the lust like the finest wines. "So what do you want?"

"I told you to pick the game."

"I don't play games," I smirked, "but you have to tell me what you want."

"Not even to humour the old guy?" He smirked back at me crookedly,

"Not even to humour the old guy." I smiled, "all I do is pleasure people, not humour them."

"Hmm," he pretended to think, before slamming me back against the wall, his lips on mine. One of his hands strayed to my neck, holding me up straight, his other between my legs. He certainly wasn't teasing anymore. I kissed him back, my hands on the wall as I straightened my spine again before arching toward him. I ground against him, smiling, although as I broke away after a longer kiss I reminded him it wasn't necessary. The hand around my neck tightened a little. "I know. You've clearly forgotten how I get my kicks, Lils."

"It's been too long, Jet."

"Clearly." he growled, his fingers moving faster.

I moved my arms under his, wrapping them around his back as I clawed for something to hold on to. I wasn't normally this weak but I was getting late. A grin tugged at his lips as I scratched his back, and he kissed me again, bringing me tantalisingly close to the edge, but not pushing me over.

"Damn it, Jet, I'm late as it is!" I growled, wishing he would be over soon.

"Call it fashionably late," he snarled, taking his fingers away, before pushing into me with a lustful hunger that made me unwillingly shudder.

"No, Jet, I have to go." I growled, pulling away from him.

He pulled me back angrily. "Afraid?" he sneered.

I looked at him in disbelief, I would never get scared..."afraid of what? You, no," I laughed, expecting a clip around the ear again.

"Of Lucifer, though perhaps a dose of respect for me wouldn't do you any harm."

"Of course I am! You know how young I am and I don't need to have any respect for you, although I do. I just don't show it. Now I have to go."

His lust snapped out of existence, replaced instantly with irritation. "Leaving an old guy hanging," he said lightly, "cruel." He smiled as his clothes formed around him again.

"Jet some other time, you know I would love nothing more than to be with you but I don't want to be stuck with crappy assignments."

"Huh. You even have an excuse to be late and you're still scarpering off like a little kid late for lesson. As angry as Lucifer can get, I think we all know that I can get angrier," he winked and turned around, beginning to walk away.

I growled, shooting him in the back with my new formed gun, "BASTARD!"

The bullet went straight into him, leaving a black stain on the back of his shirt. He turned to me, smiled and stuck his hand inside of his body, pulling the bullet out. He gazed at it for a moment, before flicking it away. "Hit a nerve, did I?”

I wordlessly growled, "you god damned son of a bitch! I'm not some bloody kid! I just know how to use people to my own ends and you are a good for nothing demon! You can't even hold energy for more than a few seconds, how pathetic!"

The chain around his neck twitched, stained red. The rose pendant I had given him had gone. He lifted a hand, smoothing it back down before walking back over to me. "Minutes or hours, depending on the soul that emits the energy, actually," he corrected me.

"Really, do you know how many angels I killed today, 6, 6 angels you let go Jet, six angels that slipped through your grasp."

"It was your assignment. I was hardly going to do your work for you."

"Damn it, it was our assignment I was meant to choose one person to come with me... you know what, forget it. I'm not being food for you. I may be the youngest demon out of the thirteen but I am not the weakest, or the dumbest."

"Ah, but you're the easiest to irritate. The others have grown... tolerant. And hey, if you told me I was supposed to be doing work, I'd have done more than find out how shit angels are at making guns," he smiled.

"Of course, I am so sorry of great and masterful one. That's the only reason you keep me around isn't it?”

"No," he smiled. "You're late," his eyes sparked, "shouldn't you be going somewhere?"

"You know what, I don't think I will it's not like I can't handle wrath anyway." I growled, storming past him, I however hit him playfully as I walked past. "Dog," I spat.

"Do I look like a dog to you?" he laughed. A Great Dane walked beside me as Jet talked. Except that the voice was coming from the Great Dane. And the creature had a red chain around its neck; I glanced at this a moment...

“What happened to your chain? It’s red...” I wondered, finding it odd talking to a dog, although down here I have talked to stranger animals.

He looked up at me, “is it? I’m colour blind so...”

I nodded, “yeah, it changed a while ago when my pendant disappeared.” I told him, glancing at it curiously.

"The chain probably absorbed it. That is what it's there for, after all," he muttered vaguely, returning to his human glamour, lifting the links up before his eyes to examine them. Huh, how strange, useful though.

"So you absorbed a part of my power?" Not that it would do him any good I guess... he was already irresistible.

"I dunno, maybe." He shrugged, wait, so he’s pre-historic and he doesn’t even know what his chain does?

"Hmm, I hope I get another assignment with you soon anyway." I smiled, "I enjoyed it."

“Yeah, it was fun.” He nodded in agreement, but then I saw something to chill my blood. Lucifer stood in front of me, his face fuming. Oh, shit.

 

 

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