As you walk through the hallway passing various monsters and beings you don't pay them any mind but once you see the the red angry Demon your heart skips a beat. Damien walks through the crowd. The angry facial expression tells everyone to move aside. As he bumps into you he looks at you and angrily tells you. "Move Dipshit." Will you let him treat you like that or will you tell him what's on your mind?

Damien recoils slightly at your elbow and quickly removes his arm from around your waist, taking a step back. His expression softens just a little as he rubs his elbow.

"Gross, man," he mutters, sounding a bit embarrassed. "You could have just said something."

He looks away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Damien looks down, looking slightly flustered at your words. He then clears his throat and looks back up at you, trying to regain his composure.

"Look, I'm sorry for being hostile earlier," he says, his tone much more subdued. "I just...I have a lot on my mind."

He crosses his arms and leans against the sink, avoiding your gaze.

Damien looks up at you, a hint of something in his eyes. He seems to be evaluating you before he speaks.

"Fine," he says eventually, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't expect me to be nice to you or anything."

He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought: "For what it's worth, though...thanks for not freaking out earlier."

Damien rolls his eyes at your remark, but there's a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, you know," he says with a shrug. "Some guys are into that sort of thing."

He gets up from the sink and starts to leave the bathroom, then stops and turns back to look at you.

"Hey," he says abruptly. "What's your name, anyway?"

Damien nods in acknowledgment before turning to leave the bathroom once again.

"Alright, Deuce," he says over his shoulder. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Don't make me regret being civil to you."

With that, he's gone, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

As you walk through the hallway, you suddenly hear a commotion from down the hall. As you approach, you realize that it's Damien shouting at some poor soul backed up against the wall.

"I told you not to mess with me!" Damien is yelling, towering over the smaller creature. "But you just had to push me too far, didn't you?"

He raises his fist and looks like he's about to swing, but then he spots you watching from the corner of his eye. His expression changes and he lowers his arm, stepping back from the other monster.

"Oh, hey Deuce," he says, trying to act nonchalant. "What's up?"

Damien scowls as you intervene, clearly not pleased with your interference. He folds his arms across his chest defensively and takes a step back.

"Mind your own business, Deuce," he says in a low voice. "This doesn't concern you."

The smaller monster, who is now revealed to be a goblin, nods vigorously in response to your question.

"Yes, yes, we're friends from way back," he stammers. "No need for any trouble between us, Damien."

Damien continues to scowl, but you can tell that he's not quite sure how to proceed in this situation. At last, he gives a sigh and shrugs his shoulders, stepping back several more paces.

"Fine," he grumbles. "Whatever. I'll see you around, Deuce." With that, he turns and stalks off down the hallway, leaving you and the goblin alone.

The goblin takes a deep breath and straightens himself up as Damien disappears from view. He gives you a grateful smile and nods his head.

"Yeah, I'm okay now," he replies. "Thanks to you, Deuce. I owe you one."

You notice that he's still shaking slightly, and that his eyes are darting around the hallway as if he's expecting something else to happen. Clearly, Damien's bullying has left a mark on him.

The goblin nods quickly and takes a step back as you pat his head, clearly feeling a bit overwhelmed by your imposing presence. But when you flash your charming smirk, he can't help but swoon slightly in response.

"Sure thing, Deuce," he says, his voice still shaking a bit. "I'll definitely stay away from Damien from now on."

As you turn to leave, the goblin watches you go with a mixture of relief and awe. It's clear that, for better or for worse, you've made an impression on him today.

As you stumble into the janitor's closet, you're momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness. But as your eyes adjust, you realize that Damien has grabbed you and pulled you inside with him.

"Shut up," he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. "I need to talk to you."

You can tell that he's still angry about your interference earlier, and that being inside this small, enclosed space with him is making you feel claustrophobic.

"It's not about that stupid goblin," Damien growls, taking a step closer to you. "It's about you. I don't like the way you're acting around here, Deuce. You think just because you're tough and scary that you can do whatever you want. Well, newsflash, buddy: that's not how it works."

His words are intense and biting, his breath hot against your face. It's clear that Damien has been holding in a lot of frustration towards you, and that this is his moment to lash out.

Damien narrows his eyes at your smirk, the anger in his expression deepening. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he sneers. "But you're not fooling anyone, especially not me. You might be a demon like me, but you're not in my league. You're still just a noob, and I'm the one in charge around here. So watch your step, Deuce, or you might just find yourself on the wrong side of my wrath."

He takes a step back from you, clearly feeling like he's made his point.

As you move to pin him against the wall, Damien tenses up and his eyes flash with a dangerous glint. "You're playing with fire, Deuce," he growls. But as you lean closer and your muscles visibly flex, he can't help but feel a hint of intimidation.

"Of course I'm in control," he continues, his voice low and hard. "I'm always in control. And you should be careful who you mess with, especially if you don't know what you're getting yourself into." Despite your proximity to him, Damien doesn't back down, instead meeting your gaze with an unwavering intensity.

Damien's eyes narrow as you lean in, and he tries to suppress a shiver as your body radiates heat. "Maybe you should learn to appreciate them," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "It's how I get what I want around here."

He may try to play it cool, but you can tell that his earlier anger has turned into discomfort in your presence. You can feel the tension in his body, and it's clear you're making him uneasy.

Damien does not flinch from your proximity. Instead, he matches your intensity with his own, and even smirks a little as you speak. "Is that so?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well then, by all means, enlighten me. How do I get what I want with you, Deuce?"

He raises one eyebrow, clearly expecting some kind of snappy retort from you.

Damien's face contorts in confusion and wariness at your sudden request. He seems to be unsure how to react, and you can see him weighing his options in his mind. For a moment he seems to consider your words, before scoffing and pushing you away.

"Sorry to disappoint," he says, rolling his eyes. "But I think I'll stick to intimidation tactics." He adjusts his hair and smirks, as if trying to put on a confident facade, but you can tell that your request caught him off guard.

Damien's face flushes red at your comment, and he seems to be at a loss for words. As you kiss him on the cheek and leave, he stands frozen in place for a moment before composing himself and muttering under his breath.

"Dammit, Deuce," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. Despite trying to maintain his composure, it's clear that your interaction with him has left him a bit shaken. He shakes his head, soon leaving the closest*

As you enter the bathroom, you notice someone else in there. Damien is standing in front of the mirror, his back turned to you as he adjusts his hair. He seems a bit surprised to see you, and his tense posture relaxes a little bit as he recognizes you.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his tone guarded but not unfriendly.

You walk over to the urinal and begin using it, the sound of urine flowing into the bowl echoing through the bathroom. Damien continues to stand in front of the mirror, his eyes fixed on his reflection as he preens. For a moment, there's an awkward silence between the two of you, broken only by the sound of your peeing, before Damien finally speaks up again.

"You know, I don't think I ever asked you," he says, raising his voice to be heard over the noise. "Why do you call yourself Deuce?"

Damien shrugs in response to your comment, but he steps aside a bit to give you some space at the sink. He splashes water onto his face and looks up at you through the mirror, his expression thoughtful.

"Hmm, fair enough," he says after a moment. "I just always wondered if there was some deeper meaning to it. Like, some hidden significance or something." He turns off the faucet and reaches for a towel, drying his face before tossing the towel into a nearby bin.

"Anyway," he says, turning to face you. "Why did you kiss me last night? Was it some kind of dare or prank?"

Damien regards you steadily, his expression inscrutable for a moment. Then, he lets out a short, harsh laugh and shakes his head.

"Well, I should hope you wouldn't try to force yourself," he says wryly. "But thanks for the clarification, I suppose."

For a moment, he just stands there, looking at you as if he's trying to read your mind. Then, he suddenly steps forward and closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a finger to your lips.

"Enough talking," he says softly. "Let's just enjoy the moment."

Damien removes his finger from your lips and stares into your eyes, his own dark gaze intense and unwavering. For a moment, there's an electric tension between the two of you, as if anything could happen at any moment.

Then, Damien reaches up and takes your hand in his own, lacing his fingers through yours. He pulls you in closer to him, his other hand coming up to grasp the back of your neck as he leans in to kiss you deeply.

You can feel the heat of his body against yours and the pressure of his lips on yours as his tongue invades your mouth, seeking out every inch of it hungrily. The kiss is urgent and passionate, like he's been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Damien wraps his arms tightly around you, pressing himself against your body as he deepens the kiss. You can feel the hard planes of his chest and the heat of his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and the scent of his cologne or aftershave fills your nostrils.

For a moment, it's as if nothing else exists. All that matters is the two of you, wrapped up in each other's embrace. But eventually, you both have to come up for air, and Damien pulls back slightly, panting.

"God damn," he murmurs, his forehead pressed against yours. "You're something else, you know that?"

Damien smirks back at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Me? Done with intimidation tactics?" he says, shaking his head. "Never."

He leans in to nibble on the skin around your neck and jawline, alternating between gentle and rough bites. His hands roam over your back and sides, sending shivers down your spine.

"But maybe I'm done with them for now," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I could always find other ways to rile you up, though."

Damien chuckles and pulls away, raising his hands defensively. "Who said anything about doing anything more in the bathroom?" he says, smirking. "I'm just enjoying the view."

He winks at you before taking a step back, his hands still in the air. "But don't worry, I won't try to make another move on you," he says with a grin. "Not unless you want me to, of course."

Damien raises an eyebrow in interest as he looks at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Really now?" he says, stepping closer to you. "What do you suggest then?"

He leans in, his face close to yours. "Maybe somewhere with a little more privacy?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Somewhere where we won't be interrupted."

Damien smirks back at you, his eyes shining with amusement. "Well, lucky for you, I know just the place," he says with a wink of his own. "But you'll have to follow me if you want to find out where."

He takes a step back and gestures for you to join him, a playful grin on his face. "It's not too far from here, I promise."

Damien chuckles at your response and leads the way, making his way down the hallway with confidence. As you follow him, you can't help but admire the way he moves, how his muscular form seems to flow with every step.

After a few minutes of walking, he stops in front of a door and turns back to you, a teasing smirk on his lips. "This is it," he says, pushing the door open and gesturing for you to enter first. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Inside, the room looks like a typical dorm room, with two beds, a desk, and some bookshelves. However, what catches your eye are the posters of fire and skulls that adorn the walls, giving the room a darker, edgier feel.

"Make yourself at home," Damien says as he walks over to one of the beds

Damien shrugs casually as he sits down on the bed and pats the empty spot next to him. "My dads thought it would be good for me to experience life as a normal demon," he says, his tone casual. "It's not so bad, really."

He stretches himself out on the bed, his muscles flexing as he does. "Besides," he adds with a smirk, "I've got you here to keep me company."

Damien's expression becomes serious as he turns towards you, sensing the shift in your tone. "What is it?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what you're about to say.

Damien nods slowly, his expression thoughtful as he takes in your words. "Okay," he says, his tone gentle. "Thank you for telling me. For what it's worth, I don't really care about 'equipment'."

He reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. "You're still the same person, after all. And honestly, I'm just happy to spend time with you."

Damien chuckles at your words, his gaze warm and appreciative. "Believe me, I'm not the kind of demon who's hung up on that sort of thing," he says, his tone playful. "But thank you for being upfront with me. It means a lot."

He puts a hand on your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. "And honestly? I think you're hot as hell, just the way you are."

Damien flashes you a grin, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Yeah, cool cool. You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself," he says, giving your thigh another quick squeeze before taking his hand away.

"So, what do you want to do now that we got that out of the way?" he asks, leaning back onto his elbows and looking at you expectantly.

Damien grins in response to your smirk, but before he can say anything, he's interrupted by your kiss. He lets out a surprised gasp, but quickly recovers, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you in closer. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and he deepens the kiss, running his hands through your hair.

Finally, he pulls away slightly, a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well then," he says, a playful lilt to his voice. "I guess that answers my question."

Damien lets out a low growl as you kiss his neck, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips. He looks up at you through lust-filled eyes, his grin widening as you pin him to the bed.

"Mm, I wouldn't have it any other way," he purrs, running his hands up and down your sides. "But don't think you're going to be the only one doing all the work." He flips you over onto your back, climbing on top of you and pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. With the other, he leans down to give you a deep, heated kiss, his body pressing against yours.

Damien breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a smirk on his face. "What's the matter, babe? Didn't expect me to be so forward?" he taunts lightly, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly.

He leans down to trail kisses along your jawline and down your neck, nipping gently at your skin. His body presses against yours, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing moment.