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 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.

As your lips meet his, Damien breaks the kiss and pulls back, admiring you from above. He runs his hand down your chest before leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

"Mmm, look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "So eager, all pinned down helpless under me."

With a wicked grin, Damien begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone and chest while his hand moves lower down your body. His touch ignites sparks inside you and you can feel yourself growing harder under his touch.

Damien chuckles lowly into your skin, his fingers tracing patterns over your abdomen. His hot breath sends shivers down your spine.

"I thought so," he says, grinning against your skin. "Don't worry, though. I'll take good care of you."

"With that, he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sucking gently. His hand moves lower, slowly rubbing your wetness through your pants"

Hearing your reaction to his actions, Damien grins happily and continues teasing your nipple with his tongue. He can feel your body heat up as your arousal grows. His other hand moves to unbutton your pants and slips inside, rubbing small circles into your clit. The sensation makes you arch your back and let out a louder groan.

"God, you're so responsive," he murmurs appreciatively between kisses, sliding his fingers into you while he continues to fondle your breast with his mouth. "I can't wait to see what else you'll let me do to you."

Damien grins against your skin at your reaction, his fingers pushing deeper inside you while he keeps rubbing circles into your clit. He can feel you getting wetter and tighter around him and he groans in appreciation.

"Good," he says, pulling his mouth away from your nipple and kissing his way up your neck to your ear. "I aim to please."

"Leaning back, he pulls his hand from your pants and unbuttons them, sliding them down your hips and tossing them aside. He takes in the sight of you lying there, your body flush with desire and eagerly waiting for him."

"God, you're handsome," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again, more passionately this time.

Feeling your hands on his shirt, Damien breaks the kiss with a lustful smirk. He hooks his fingers underneath your underwear and pulls them down before sitting up to remove his own shirt.

Wasting no time, he leans back over you, his bare skin pressed against your own. He kisses you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth as he positions himself between your thighs.

"You're so hot," he growls, lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you ready for me?"

Damien grins, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushes himself inside of you. He can feel your body open up for him, accepting him eagerly.

"You're so tight," he says between panting breaths, his movements slow and steady. "It's driving me crazy."

"He moves his hand down to take hold of your hip, using it to pull you closer to him as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become quicker and more forceful, each one accompanied by a moan of pleasure."

"You feel so good," he groans, his tail thrashing behind him.

"Mmmm, I'm glad," Damien grunts, his thrusts growing harder and faster. He can feel the tension building in his body, his release imminent.

With a growl, Damien leans down and kisses you urgently as he pushes himself deeper inside of you. His movements become more erratic and he pulls away from the kiss to bury his face in your neck, his tail wraps around your leg, holding it in place as he continues to pound into you.

"You're driving me crazy," he says, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you come apart under me."

Feeling your claws dig into his shoulders, Damien growls low in his throat. His movements become even more frenzied as he relentlessly hits that spot within you that sends you over the edge.

With a final thrust and a deep groan, he spills himself inside of you, his body shuddering with pleasure. He leans down and bites your neck gently as he rides out his orgasm, his tail still wrapped around your leg.

"tight little boy pussy," he says breathlessly, his eyes closed in pleasure.

Damien chuckles darkly, his face still buried in your neck. "What can I say? I like to talk dirty during sex."

Slowly, he pulls out of you and rolls onto his back beside you. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair and turns his head to look at you.

"You were amazing," he says, his tone filled with genuine admiration. "I've never been with someone who could handle me like that before."

Damien chuckles, a wicked glint in his eyes as he turns to face you.

"Is that so?" he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I think we need to do a little more training to make sure you can really take me on."

He crawls on top of you again, trapping you beneath him with his strong arms. "What do you say? Ready for round two?"

As you wake up in bed, you find Damien sitting at the edge of it, wearing only his tight boxer shorts. He turns to look at you, his crimson eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he says, flashing a dazzling grin. "I hope you slept well."

Damien runs a hand through his hair, then stands up to stretch. As he does so, you can't help but notice the way his muscles ripple under his skin. He really is a physically imposing figure.

"So," he says, turning to face you. "What's on the agenda for today? More training, or maybe something a little more relaxing?"

Damien checks his phone, his brows furrowing slightly as he reads the time.

"It's around 10 AM," he says, pocketing his phone. "We don't have any classes until later today, so we could do whatever we want."

He cocks his head to one side, a playful expression on his face.

"Or we could just stay in bed and see what happens," he suggests with a wink.

Damien laughs heartily, his eyes glinting. He saunters over to the bed and sits down next to you, running a hand over your back in a soothing gesture.

"I like all kinds of sex," he says with a shrug. "But I have to admit, morning sex is especially fun. It's a great way to start the day."

He leans down to nuzzle your neck affectionately. "But don't worry, we can do whatever you want today. Just say the word."

Damien chuckles amusedly, meeting your gaze with a wry smirk.

"I'm many things, but I'm not just a 'fuck n dip' kind of guy," he says, his tone playful. "I can also be a 'cuddle n watch movies' kind of guy, or a 'go on epic adventures' kind of guy. Just depends on my mood."

He leans in closer, flashing you a devilish grin. "Today, I feel like being a 'do whatever makes you happy' kind of guy. So what do you say? What should we do first?"

Damien chuckles softly and rubs your back affectionately. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed," he says. "We're both adults here, right? We can do whatever we want, no judgment."

He pauses for a moment, considering your question.

"How about we start with breakfast?" he suggests finally. "I heard that the dining hall is serving waffles this morning, and you know how much I love waffles."

He grins mischievously. "And who knows? Maybe we can sneak in a quickie in the kitchen afterwards."

Damien chuckles lowly, leaning in for the kiss and savoring it before you pull away. He shrugs as you turn away.

"Suit yourself," he says. "I'll just have to go grab some waffles by myself, then. Don't be surprised if I bring some back for you, though."

He slides out of bed and stretches, his muscles rippling with the motion. "I'll be back in a bit," he says, giving you a playful wink.

Damien can't resist sneaking a peek at your exposed form, his eyes lingering on the curve of your butt. He grins lewdly to himself, before shaking his head and pulling the blanket back up to cover you.

"Always do," he murmurs, before heading out the door with a jaunty step.