“So who was the other dude’s voice I heard?” Orias nonchalantly asked. “He sure sounded pissed.” The elder demon smirked with a twinkle of envy in his eyes.<br/><br/>“Dunno,” Zuureth replied, laughing. “They were<i><u>both</u> </i>pissed! No time for proper introductions, I reckon. And man, I really thought she was gonna kong him on his pretty blonde angelic head.”<br/><br/>“He’s an angel, too?” Orias repeated for confirmation.<br/><br/>“Oh yeah,” his charge quickly answered. “A full-flight one, too. Juniper’s the only fallen angel here. And, uh, although he never offered a name, he<i>did</i>mention somebody named Venial, who I can only assume is another angel.”<br/><br/>“Venial?!” Orias needlessly repeated. “You mean, like the disease?”<br/><br/>“What?! What disease?!” Zuureth impatiently asked. And then, he got it. “No, you fuckin’ dickhead! You’re thinking of V.D. Real close, but not quite.” Shaking his head in disbelief, Zuureth was soon the recipient of a back-hand to his head. Compliments of his so-called teacher. Never stopped him from laughing, though.<br/><br/>Recovering quickly, he added, “Anyways, sounded to me like they’re trying to help her get back into Heaven.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, and here you are, some skanky demon cocksucker fucking her,” Orias accused with amusement. “Fucking up<i>all </i>their plans in the meantime.” Regaining their breath and composure from so much laughter, a realization hit Orias, which forced him to inquire, “Wait, this Venial have a sword? Y’know, so he could smite thee in furious anger?” His shit-eating grin revealed that he was taking the piss this time, unlike his inane question about Venial’s name.<br/><br/>“Nah, no sword or any other kinda weapon,” Zuureth replied. “None that I could see anyway. Besides, he was clearly not here for me.” Seemingly satisfied with his answers, Orias appeared to be ready to leave. The sun would be on the rise soon enough.<br/><br/>None of this mattered to the tattooed demon. Not only did he know he’d sleep better than he ever did before, but he also knew he’d be dreaming of an angel. And not just any random angel at that. The one on his mind had a face, and a name, and even a tattoo over his heart. Zuureth could still taste her, and just about feel her, too. Two of Lucifer’s minions eyed each other as running water was heard throughout the otherwise quiet apartment. An image of a nude Juniper, about to climb into a tub of steaming bath water, instantly controlled his mind’s eye. The same could be said about Orias.<br/><br/>Thoughts such as these led to a more than predictable reaction. Prior to the sun, however, a cock was now slowly on the rise. The same could be said about Orias. Good thing then that the blanket, courtesy of Juniper, still covered him. Zuureth left it right where it was, as he nodded back at his mentor who began moving toward the door.<br/><br/>Sleep, as it turns out, would not be happening for him anytime soon. Unless it was in a bed, or something else, other than here in his own bedroom. Sans even the lightest of knocks, a blonde, blue-eyed angel entered his room. Juniper’s brow cocked at Orias for but a moment, before she walked past him, snatched Zuureth's wrist and pulled him right back out into the hallway. So much for the blanket. Imagine that, the chosen demon thought, one-stop shopping. Zuureth rather liked that about her, amongst other fair attributes.<br/><br/>And Orias? The guide and ally could only hopelessly gape at the moving pair. Naturally, his focus fell on Juniper, and Juniper only. He drank in everything about her (that he could see anyway) like a ravenous vampire would imbibe on a trio of fair, virginal maidens. His mouth remained open as Zuureth’s bedroom door was quietly shut.<br/><br/>Now in the supremely advantageous position of following her, the horny demon eyed the angel’s voluptuous derriere. Nevermind that her pair of shorts masked the coveted treasure. Zuureth already knew what it looked and felt like, and chances were fair to excellent that his eyes and hands would once again sample her curvy perfection. He was also sure to leave his wrist right where it was, in her hand. Her alluring touch tended to have that effect on him.<br/><br/>Drawing closer to her room, he was reminded of the running water. This had the makings of an unexpected benefit, he thought. He would’ve undoubtedly showered once Orias had retreated to his own room. And it was obvious the moment the angel turned on the faucets that she also desired a cleansing of sorts. A difficult decision now confronted him: A solo shower<i><u>or</u></i>a shared tub of heated, sudsy water with Juniper? Yeah, right.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Despite Juniper’s accursed shorts and shirt still concealing her lovely form, he deemed it pointless to so much as try to hide his growing arousal. Clearly, he shoulda brought the blanket.<br/><br/>"I wasn't done," she muttered softly as she stared at him while in her bathroom. Zuureth strategically directed his attention to the rising steam from the tub but turned back to her in time to see her bite her bottom lip, as she nodded to the large tub that was still filling with water. "Help me clean up?" Priding himself on never having to be asked or told more than once, the demon suddenly struggled with what she had just said.<br/><br/>Uh, help with what? he wondered. Turning off the water? Wiping the increasing steam from the mirror? Her nudity currently matched his, and that realization brought him back to the here and now.<br/><br/>"Orias already knows, so. Oh, well," she stated matter-of-factly, adding a chuckle. Approaching him, her fingers played into his hair and across his tattooed body, glancing over the names with a small smile. Juniper then shifted her attention to the etchings, while also enquiring about her own tattoo. About to answer her, the angel never gave him the opportunity, as she assaulted him with her lips and tongue. He reckoned her naked body against his was just more fuel to the fire. A box of strike-anywhere matches were unnecessary at this point.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he returned her passionate kisses, while guiding her toward the still-running tub.<br/><br/>Priority #1 was cutting off the flowing water. Success.<br/><br/>Priority #2 was guiding said fallen angel toward the inviting tub, which she’d started, he reminded himself. Success.<br/><br/>Zuureth recalled her request about helping her clean up. His idea of “cleaning up?” Sitting in the tub with her for starters, and cleaning? Probably not the same as her idea about cleaning. Well, they’d have to start somewhere. A washcloth, which would be seeing double duty, was procured from a nearby rack. Kissing her with deliberate tongue movement, he reluctantly stopped in order to carefully settle her into the tub’s steaming water, following her in soon after.<br/><br/>Juju was good. Juju was strong. Juju was also insistent that the water would not be the only steaming entity within these confined quarters. Zuureth smiled at the enticing vision. Sleep? Who needed that?<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Meanwhile, in another room not too far away, an irritated and equally aroused demon dressed as quickly as possible. Necessary accessories and cash were pocketed. There were no weapons on him, visibly or otherwise. After all, Orias considered<i>himself</i>a weapon, just as he did Zuureth<i>.</i><br/><br/>“Gonna get me some breakfast,” he proclaimed to no one but himself. “Gonna find me a<i>Denny’s. </i>Them muthafuckas always open. Might even get me<i><u>two</u> </i>Grand Slams and half-a-pound of bacon on the side. All’s I know is them two best be done by the time I get home. Ain’t putting up with no more Angel Cries.” He chuckled at the phrase he’d just concocted about Juniper. Maybe he’d share it with Zuureth. Maybe not. No surprise that his student leaned toward the “silent type of lover.” Stealth was always a good idea. A predictable grin soon formed.<br/><br/>Seemingly satisfied, he progressed toward the front door. On the way, he caught a bit of their conversation, but did not linger long enough to catch any details. Front door cracked open, the demon hesitated, then glanced in the general direction of the angel’s bedroom. “Fucking lucky bastard,” Orias mumbled with an envious laugh. The self-locking door closed behind him.