Demon Lovers part 2

The deed was done, and Top was exhausted and content. But one nagging thought just wouldn't leave him alone!

He'd done it with another guy and he'd enjoyed it. And he wasn't even on top! Did this mean…. Could it be…. That Top was gay? He immediately rejected the idea, but….. He'd never enjoyed it this much with a woman. Not even once. Well. Except for that one time…. But that didn't count. Anyway.

He rolled over to gave at Emilio's sleeping face. How foolish of the angel, falling asleep next to a demon….. He reached over to tear out his sleeping throat….. but something stopped him. Maybe…. Love? No, lust. Definitely lust. It had been millennia since Top had last felt this excited and he wasn't about to throw it away.

Emilio was still sleeping, and Top didn't want to wake him up. Besides, he was cute  when he slept….  As he slept his face contorted, first in anger, then sadness, then into an expression Top didn't recognize…. Could it be… love? Top wondered what Emilio was dreaming about…. But he didn't have to wonder long.

"….top…..Top….. Top!" muttered Emilio. Top just stared. Then he blushed. Furiously. His entire face turned red, even redder than his ruby-red eyes. He gingerly placed his arm around Emilio's sleeping form and fell back into slumber.

They woke up in a passionate embrace. Emilio gave Top a quick kiss and Top pulled away. Emilio's expression transformed into one of shock.

"…Last night was fun, Emilio. But I have a job to do. I can't stay with you," said Top, trying not to cry and his eyes filled with salty demon tears.

"But….. Top. I thought we had something special," said Emilio. "Besides, you're immortal. You have to be, or you would have died last night. Why do you have to work?"

Top shook his head. "It doesn't work like that, Emilio. We can not be killed… unless we starve to death. To stay with you would be wonderful…. But I would die."

And with that, Top left the room and disappeared, leaving behind his leather jacket. Emilio was crushed. Yes, he had tried to kill Top last night…. But…. Somehow, they had connected. And not just physically. Emotionally. In their hearts. Without Top he just didn't feel complete. He tried not to cry. It didn't work. If he couldn't be with Top he might as well die…. But he was already dead. The tears leaked down his flawless cheeks like a faucet that is broken.

The cried and he cried. Then he cried some more. Eventually his chocolate-with-almond eyes ran out of tears so he just lay there, crying on the inside.

He lay there for what could have minutes, or hours, or even years. It felt like an eternity. Then, all of a sudden he heard the tapping of the noise of footsteps. He sat up as the door squeaked open.

Emilio registered the sound like a cash register registers your allowance, but he was too tired and upset to care. He didn't even look up as the tapping sound of footsteps drew nearer.

"Emilio….." said the voice. "Emilio……." Emilio turned his head, slightly, and saw a face he recognized. It was the face…. Of an angel. Specifically, it was the face of CAIN.  

"Emilio, what have you been doing?" said Cain, disapprovingly. Emilio could hear the disapproval in his voice. It was obvious he disapproved.

Emilio welcomed the distraction from his pain, but he wasn't sure Cain was a good choice. For a distraction. After all, Cain obviously disapproved, although Emilio wasn't sure of what it was that he disapproved of.

Cain was angry, he yelled and he yelled, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING" and "DUDE YOU SLEEPED WITH A DEMON" and "A MAN-DEMON" and he was so angry that he was furious and full of rage and fury and a vein bulged in his handsome forehead because all (Male) angles are handsome, although his face was handsome it was less handsome than Emilio's because Emilio's was perfect.

"…..anyway….." said Cain, who had calmed down a bit, "You have to come back to Heaven right now. You're in a lot of trouble with the big boss."

Emilio didn't really feel like getting up, but he had no choice. He slowly pulled himself out of bed, dried his eyes with a roll of paper towels and put his loincloth back on. "Let's go."