5. Adam

OK, so Adam realized that maybe it was a little odd that he was currently cuddled up to a giant burgundy demon. He also realized that he had absolutely no filter on a good day—Tim always used to yell at him that he jumped topics too quickly and he didn't need to say everything he was thinking—but this was a little extreme even for him. But demon guy was just so damn sexy, and Adam felt this instant pull towards him.

"You are so damn sexy," Adam whispered, proving that yup, he really did say everything that was on his mind. Oops. But demon guy didn't seem to mind, so Adam gave himself an in-his-head shrug and just went with it.

Burgundy demon was wearing dark leather-looking breeches (he'd wanted to use that word forever, but really, you never saw someone wearing anything remotely like "breeches" in the real world) and nothing else. And he was all muscle and hot sexiness. Adam thought he could lose count if he even tried to start counting ab muscles here. And he didn't usually go for the gym rats, but demon guy was totally the silent, brooding type, and Adam had to admit that was totally his kinda guy. Or demon, apparently.

Tim had been the silent, brooding type. Unfortunately, Tim had also been the type to complain about everything, blame everyone else for his problems, and play the martyr when anything in his life went wrong. Which had been positively infuriating. You couldn't ever get any fights resolved when the other person just defaulted to "Everything is always my fault and I suck." Somehow Tim would fuck up and Adam would end up comforting him.

"You know," Adam said, sort of leaning a little further into demon guy and maybe petting his chest just a bit. He couldn't help it, though. It was a chest that just begged to be petted. He got slightly distracted by that, sort of losing his train of thought, but demon guy just stared at him patiently, waiting for him to finish. "You have a great chest."

Demon guy sort of grunted in response, but he still stared down at Adam and didn't stop Adam from petting his chest, so Adam kept right on doing it.

"I gotta tell you," Adam continued, "that dying was really sucky at first. Well, also, it was sort of funny." He started giggling. "I mean, I was singing along to a song about crashing my car and then BOOM! I crash my car. Well, a drunk driver hit me, so I didn't really crash it on my own, but still—I had the perfect death song!" he finished.

"And then there was that awful Angel-ugh chick. I mean, what a bitch. And no, I am not taking harp lessons. Or joining your gardening club. And I like women and men, although maybe I go for men a little more, I gotta admit. And I definitely go for gay romance, because that shit is hot, and so much fun, and Oh! I have definitely read a few demon-human romances that were totally hot, and Big Guy, you could give any of those characters a run for their money.

"But anyway—I was definitely not into her, flawless skin and perfect hair or not. She was like this sterile, fake robot. Not an ounce of horniness when looking at her. But you—mmmhmmm," he finished off, sort of wiggling his eyebrows. Because demon guy was definitely giving him all the horny vibes.

"So," he finished up, "I'm totally staying with you." And then he looked up at demon guy and waited for a response. Adam knew it was impulsive to declare such a thing, but hey, he was already dead—what did he have to lose?

Demon guy looked more than a little confused. And Adam still didn't even know his name. "What's your name?" he asked. "And do you have a hell condo or something, or do you just sort of live in here?"

Because this place looked fun, or at the very least interesting, and the last few months had been a drag with Tim. Adam realized it wasn't just the sex that had been boring—it had been everything about Tim and their relationship. Aside from the whole dying part of it, ending things with Tim had probably been the best decision he ever could've made. He did like to always make the best of a bad situation. Maybe he'd curl into a ball and cry later, but right now he was snuggled up to a hot demon, and life… or death, rather, was looking up for the first time in ages. He had been stuck in a rut, and now he was damn well going to have some fun.

"Minos," demon guy rumbled in response. Oh, that voice.

"You totally could be a phone sex operator," Adam noted. "And Dante, yeah?"

Minos scowled at that, and even his scowl was sexy. "It wasn't our idea to let the writer see things down here, and he certainly twisted things to fit his own beliefs. He was quite the prude, proclaiming most sexual acts unnatural. If anyone who had anal or oral sex ended up in a ring of hell, upstairs would lose most of its population." Minos sort of shrugged after that, and oh, all those rippling muscles. And that voice.

Adam was definitely getting horny, and the white, loose pants he was wearing would probably not hide that reaction. Although really, he was in hell, so flashing a hard-on was probably par for the course here.

He wiggled a little on Minos' lap. He was back to the whole genitalia question with that thought. And, since his filter was totally broken at the moment, he asked, "So? What do you have? I mean, penis? Vagina? Are you all smooth like a Ken doll down there? Because even if so, that tail still has so many possibilities."

Adam thought Minos might have turned a deeper shade of burgundy. And the guy did not look embarrassed. So Adam gave another little lap wiggle, hoping to see if he got a little poke, and the more he wiggled, the more he was pretty sure that yes, there was something getting hard underneath his ass. Hard and long and thick. Mmmhmmm.

"Adam," Minos sort of growled, and Adam sat still, because there was no denying the warning in that growly voice, but he also got harder himself, because there was definite authority in that voice. Maybe he'd read too many gay romance novels (Tim used to call them his porn books, which wasn't fair, because they weren't all sex—some of them didn't even have sex scenes!), but the idea of having a good time with a demon who took charge in the bedroom was totally doing it for him.

Adam looked up into Minos' eyes, and at first he'd thought they were black, but they weren't total darkness. They were more like a cloudy, dark night. Pitch black was devoid of anything, but Minos' eyes were alive with possibilities that were just barely visible. It was like there was movement in them and hints of different shades of black. Adam got lost staring into his eyes, and Minos was staring right back, and then his head seemed to dip the tiniest bit toward Adam.

Then those dark lips were pressed to his, and there was warmth, and Adam's eyes were closed and he sighed with pleasure at the simple act of pressing his lips to someone else's. He didn't think he and Tim had done more than a perfunctory peck in months, and this was just so nice.

And then Minos parted his lips, and Adam parted his, and they seemed to share their breaths with one another. And the moment after that all thoughts of Tim and nice were stripped from his head. Because Minos growled low in his throat, and the next thing he knew their tongues were dueling with one another, their lips slanting this way and then that way for better angles, and he felt Minos' teeth gently bite down on his lower lip, tugging on it, and then he was the one doing the groaning. Then Minos' tongue was spearing into his mouth, and Adam sucked on it, moaning all the while and shivering at the deep rumbles coming from Minos.

He realized he was plastered up against all that hot, hard flesh, straddling Minos' lap and practically dry humping him as their tongues danced with each other, as teeth nibbled and mouths sucked. Adam had always liked kissing, but he didn't ever think he'd been kissed quite like this. He thought he could probably cum just from making out with his big sexy demon.

They parted almost at the same time, both of them breathing heavily, and Adam wasn't really sure why the most magnificent kiss of his life (he wasn't even exaggerating) had ended until he heard Minos speak.

"What?" Mr. Sexy Demon growled out, and Adam thought Minos was talking to him until he realized Minos wasn't looking at him, but rather at a short, yellowish colored demon who must have come in through the side door, because he was standing right next to it. He looked both highly confused and highly aroused. And maybe also slightly terrified when Minos spoke to him.

"Ummm," was all the yellow guy managed to get out before he squeaked a bit and raced back through the door, leaving it wide open.

And that was simply too much temptation for Adam. Because obviously that was the doorway to hell, or the underworld, or whatever it was—and now that Adam had gotten a taste of his big sexy demon (yes, his), he was not going back "upstairs," as Minos had called it. Minos didn't know it yet, but he had just gotten himself a human.

And with that, Adam jumped off the big guy's lap, bounced off the platform that contained the throne of bones (still so cool), and headed right toward the door that the yellow demon had run through.

He wasn't terribly surprised to feel the heat emanating from the door, and he was fully braced for flames, rivers of blood, and maybe some pits filled with the screams of the anguished and suffering souls. He wasn't particularly thrilled at the thought, but Minos definitely made up for some possible bad scenery, and Adam had gone way too long without having anything resembling a good time.

Besides, he figured Mr. Big Sexy would protect him from whatever scariness was through the door. He could already hear Minos getting up and following behind him. Before he could stop Adam from heading into his home territory in some attempt to protect him, Adam raced a little faster through the door.

And stopped dead the minute he made it through.

Because…

"Are we in Florida?" Adam asked.

OK, so it obviously wasn't Florida (although really, wouldn't that explain so much??). But the heat and humidity felt the same. And the sky was like a beautiful sunset, although he realized maybe that was just its natural color. He was expecting a blood red sky or eternal darkness or something, and instead he got a pretty sunset sky filled with pinks and maroons and hints of purple and blue.

And he was pretty sure there were palm trees up ahead. And there were definitely condos. He had really been joking about the hell condo, but apparently he wasn't too far off the mark.

"So you guys don't live in caves or anything? No rivers of blood? Pits filled with the screams of the tortured? Waterfalls of fire?"

"This is the section where most demons live. Of course we don't have the pits or rivers of blood here," Minos replied. And Adam had absolutely no idea if he was kidding or not.

"So you totally do have a hell condo? Can we see it? I can't wait to see your decorating taste!" Adam giggled a little at that. At the very least, it would be entertaining.

"I do not live in a ‘condo,'" Minos sniffed. Awww, had Adam offended Mr. Sexy Judge of the Damned? He tried not to smile at that. It was just so cute.

He knew it was probably a little weird that he thought everything a demon did was cute. Because Minos was super grumpy, but there was just something about him that made Adam trust him and want to tell him all his deepest secrets and desires. And he figured Minos had probably heard it all and nothing would shock him, and there was something really comforting in knowing that.

After all, didn't everyone want someone they could bare their soul to? Someone who wouldn't judge them? Someone who you could show the worst parts of yourself to, and they'd still look at you exactly the same? And, ironically, he didn't think the Judge of the Damned would think any differently of him no matter what nonsense came out of his mouth. After all, like Ms. Bitchy "upstairs" had stated, he hadn't done anything truly terrible. Sure, he had some kinky fantasies and the occasional murderous thoughts, but the first was fun and the second was probably pretty normal (he wouldn't actually kill anyone). And if he was a somewhat neurotic, eternal optimist who was slightly obsessive and spilled every thought in his head, he got the impression that Minos wouldn"t mind those things.

"Well, lead on to your not-condo, then," Adam said, and he started walking. Because he figured the further he got from the door to hell the more likely it was that Minos wouldn't drag him back out.

"I don't think…" Minos started before trailing off. He was staring ahead where there were a few demons meandering about, some quite normal looking for demons (was that a briefcase in one's hand?), while others looked fully demonic, complete with whips, chains, and possibly even a mace covered in gore. (Ewwww.)

But in the distance amongst the normal sized demons (most of them were not as tall as Minos) was one who towered over the rest. He was stone grey, and the guy had actual, literal wings. Like pitch black, feathered, huge wings looming up over his shoulders. His hair was long and dark and he had a whip coiled around one arm. And Minos was staring straight at him. And the other demon was staring straight at… Adam.

Uh-oh.