Midnight Reveries

Disclaimer: Okay. Well, as usual, these characters are mine. Well, Razorfang is technically copy
write my friend, Keero. So I\'ll give credit to her as well, because she deserves it (*lick*). ^_^
Anyway, this story is set apart from the rest. Consider it a side story I\'m making because I got an
idea. This really has nothing to do with the actual story line I have going (which I have yet to
update..><; Ack!). It\'s just a fun little thing because I wanted to write something smutty ~.^
Besides the fact, it was something me and Keero (\"Keero and I\".. whatever..) roleplayed a while
ago and the idea struck me to write it down. It\'ll pro\'lly only last for a few chapters. Three or four
at most (UNLESS I get enough positive feed back to keep it going). =^-^= Hmm.. This story
was edited (beta read and tested and fixed) by Achiko and Sarah(who read it before anyone else
and pointed out errors and such). Thanks you to all of those people. Keero, Achiko and Sarah!
^^; I luff you all, friends *lick*. And oh yes.. a warning.. this is a slashy pairing. You know,
yaoi, maleXmale lurve, boy luff. That stuff. It\'s also NC-17, which means sex. Lots of it. It has
no plot, so don\'t complain too much about the lack there of. It\'s supposed to be rather smutty, so
if you plan too complain about the \"But they JUST met!\". Don\'t. Just don\'t. Flames shall be
burntethed (<-- Not actually a word). SO! Without further ado, here\'s the smutty work I know
you want.

A PROPER warning: This story includes homosexuality (slash or yaoi), mention of death,
lemon and lime (sex and lighter sex scenes), vampirism (sort of, they\'re demons), devouring of
human flesh (it\'s not cannibalism if they aren\'t technically human. And any way that\'s next
chapter), masturbation (touching oneself, solo..), slight depression, some sap, naughtiness in
general (smutty dreams, dry humping in a bar ^^..), Satanism (Yay!), S&M.. sadomasochism
(basically.. there just lots of kinky stuff. Well.. maybe.. I don\'t know just yet. I\'m just putting it
here just in case I feel the need to place it in the story). Now.. if I\'ve missed anything and this
somehow \'scares you\' or offends you, the reader, in anyway, let me know and I\'ll put a warning
on for later readers, \'kay? Oh.. umm.. yeah.. these are demon\'s, kay? (hence the Satanism..). Or at
least MY OWN VERSION OF THEM. No offence? Good ^-^

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            The music was blaring. Pounding against the club goers bodies. Figures in the neon lights
girted and writhed about the illuminated dance floor. Nothing but a cacophony of noise filled the
air of the supernatural place.

            Smoke from cigarettes and other such things covered the doorways with a vail of smog,
though once inside this massive building you couldn\'t make the difference. Mist and fog
penetrated through the darkness, and most surely the brilliance as well, as the rave pounded.

            One sure look about this club, and it was made obvious of the nature of these particular
individuals. A club made specifically for the demonic race (simply placed in a rather out of the
way area of some city to which is not important). The bars served human blood for drinks or
wine, or perhaps a concoction from hell in the make especially for these demons. You rarely
found a mortal in these clubs, unless accompanied by a host of sorts (to which may or may not
have existed great lengths anyway).

            Among the dancers, a demon seemingly in his mid-twenties, perhaps give or take a few
years. This one, quite the noticeable demon for his exceptional features per-say, or his charming
demeanor. Or perhaps a mixture of both accompanied by his six feet, three inches and
wonderfully vibrant royal navy tresses spiked so wildly about him.

            In the upper most area of this demons faintly pointed ears, lay three sterling silver rings,
shimmering in the lighting of the club. Accompanied from these would be, in his left brow, a
pure golden ring. His shirt, a silk dress shirt of the deepest red, left gaping, revealed a slender
ring inserted in his left nipple and a well built yet lithe frame. Below were a pair of form fitting
leather trousers of the deepest black. A thin crimson belt looped around his hips, more or less an
accessory. Lastly a pair or fine leather boots in an obsidian hue covered his feet.

            The demons sapphire orbs grazed the dance floor, searching for perhaps a companion, a
lover, or perhaps simply someone to share his bed that night. A small sigh escaped his lips as the
song came to an end, and a rather distasteful song replaced it. He didn\'t much care to dance to
songs he disliked. And so, with a final sigh, he demon trudged towards to bar, away from the
disliked music.

He pulled up a stool next to the bar, and sat himself down, still the trademark grin placed upon
his face. \"I\'ll take a Mary, thanks,\" came a smooth, low baritone voice with a hint of youth
addressed to the barkeep, while flipping a red medallion(1) upon the counter. \'A Mary\' Is
technically a Bloody Mary. In the demonic realm, these used to signify a pint of virgins\' blood
mixed with liquor of choice. However, with the mortals society improving an growing and other
such variables, it has cause them to change this to simple mortal\'s blood with various liquor
placed in it, usually something resembling a human drink known as vodka.

\"Comin\' right up, pretty-boy,\" the barkeep asserted, flashing a toothy grin and brushing unkempt
black hair from his face while he filled the pint. \"Here ya go, sir,\" said the barkeep, who\'s name
Loki saw to be \'Ren\'.

            Oh yes. The name for our lovely blue-haired pretty-boy is Loki. His mother naming him
from the Norwegian God of Mischief. His mother did good in naming the boy.

 He ginned his trademark grin and nodded, taking the pint by the handle. \"Thanks, Ren,\" he said
to the barkeep, pushing the crimson medallion to him. \"And please, I\'m too young to be called a
\'sir\',\" he chided, snickering slightly, perhaps an air of drunkenness slipping past.

 Ren took the coin, fingering the oddly hued gold for a moment before placing it in his pocket.
\"You\'re quite welcome, boy. And do forgive me, won\'t you?\" he smiled kindly, his grin
disappearing, and faded away, leaving to attend another customer.

 Loki sighed quietly, looking about patiently before taking a swig from his glass. Afterwards, he
placed the mug back upon the counter, licking his lips slightly. At that moment he appeared
younger than he seemed. Or perhaps his true age. For you see, this demon appeared quite older
then he was. In actuality, Loki was seventeen, and, as close to eighteen as he was, he wa still a
few years(2) yet from being honestly permitted into these demonic clubs or bars.

            When he\'d spotted someone on he dance floor, and their eye\'s actually met, Loki\'s drink
was nearly empty. And by such a time when this other demon had taking up an unspoken offer
and sat beside him, his drink had almost but gone save for a mouthful or two.

Loki greeted this new individual with the same grace and charm as he would\'ve anyone. He gave
this new one his trademark grin, that mischievous smile of his. Yet it felt wrong to do this with
this person. This person, of course, being another male. However, this was not why he felt as
such. He simply felt as though.. the other male didn\'t deserve this sort of treatment, like the rest.
Instead, Loki gave the other a genuine smile and greeted this other male rather kindly (as he
would with many other, as he didn\'t often address others with aggression). \"Hello,\" he purred,
placing an elbow upon the obsidian stone counter, letting his hand hang limply.

            The other replied all the same, a simple \"Hello, there,\" was all that was needed. He took
a seat beside Loki, keeping eye contact. Apparently this other demon had a drink already with
him, though from the looks of things (from what Loki could tell), h had as much of his drink as
Loki had of his. And this other demon, who\'s name was Razorfang, seemed to have noticed this
as well. \"Care for drink?\" he offered, taking a large swig from his drink, downing the last of it.

 Loki nodded politely, taking the same course of action his acquaintance had. \"Sure,\" he replied,
licking his rosy lips and placing the mug back upon the counter. \"I\' love another drink. Paying?\"
he asked, gently grazing his eye\'s along the other\'s body for a brief moment, taking note of
several things.

 The black hair, spiked and unkempt. Messy, in other words. He liked it. The piercing, a sterling
silver nose ring in the left nostril. A silver ring in the brow of the same side. A few rings in
either ear, gold and silver, along with studs. He noted the pallid complexion, smooth, ivory.
Beautiful. And entrancing black orbs. The lovely mesh shirt, revealing in all its glory and a pair
of black-light trousers made specifically for flaunting oneself in clubs or raves. They hugged his
legs nicely. And lastly were plain leather shoes, colored exactly as his pants.

 Razorfang hadn\'t minded the slight scope from Loki. He allowed it and simply grinned, taking
in Loki\'s apparel. \"I\'ll pay. I offered,\" he replied finally, his voice a fair bit higher pitched than
Loki\'s. \"It only makes sense. Now, what do you want?\" he asked, resting his cheek upon a closed
fist.

He seemed to contemplate this for a moment. Though one couldn\'t quite figure what Loki may
have been contemplating at that point. One would assume the obvious. \"A refill will do just
fine,\" he replied after a few minutes. \"Say,\" he continued. \"Your name happens to be...\" he
trailed off, awaiting an answer.

Razor smiled, and chuckled faintly. \"Razorfang. My name\'s Razorfang,\" he replied, calling the
barkeep Ren over with a small wave of his hand. \"I don\'t think you need to really introduce
yourself, here. I think I know who you are. Loki, am I right?\" he said, placing a few crimson
medallions upon the counter, and ordering their drinks as well. To which Ren hurriedly obeyed
and fetched the drinks, took his money, and left once more, to attend other customers.

            A knowing smile graced Loki\'s lips and h nodded. He knew that he was somewhat
\'famous\'(3), anyway. Or perhaps a lot. \"Yes, yes. That\'s me. Ignore the little rumors floating
around me, won\'t you? Most of them aren\'t true, \" he snickered taking a swig from his drink, and
watching as Razorfang did the same.

For a while the two demons conversed of various things of interest. From politics, to mortals, to
whatever else rose up. However, soon, eleven-o-clock turned to midnight as an hour slipped by.
And then two hours slipped through their fingers, along with a third and fourth. The bartender
Ren had gone of shift, and had been replaced with another barkeep named \'Vivane\' who had
flaming crimson locks, in curls to his shoulders and a young face.

            \"We\'ve been talking now for four hours, look,\" Loki said after they\'d taken a drink from
something new. \"It\'s three am now..\" he commented, regarding the clock above the bar with
scepticism. \"I hadn\'t even realized we\'d been sitting that long..\" he said, his tone now reflecting
his appearance.

 Razor turned to look at the clock after taking a swig, and kept a rather calm disposition over the
matter. \"It\'s not that late,\" he replied, though half still remaining on Loki\'s side and not quite
believing the clock. \"I mean, yeah, wow and all. But it\'s not so hard to believe really...\" he
commented, taking another drink from his mug, finishing what may have been left.

Loki, too, swallowed the last ounce of liquor in the mug, though still not being quite drunk. He
placed the empty mug upon the counter and stood, stretching his limbs slightly. \"It feels good to
stand,\" he said, letting himself relax again. He held his hand out for Razor to take hold, a simple
gesture to which the other demon took. And Loki hoisted him from his stool, keeping his balance
though Razor failing to keep his. With a smile Loki steadied the other. \"See?\".

 Still using Loki as his new found support, Razor looked up at the taller demon an replied.
\"Yeah. Great. Real great,\" he said with a drop of sarcasm, taking his hands away from the other
demon, standing solo for the moment.

            Loki chuckled quietly, attempting to keep it to himself, and succeeding for the most part.
\"A little too much to drink tonight, Razor?\" he asked with amusement, and nearly outright
laughed when he saw Razofangs\' tongue sticking out at him. \"Mature,\" he commented through
stifled laughter.

            When he regained composure, Loki took a slender hand and grabbed the other demons\'
arm, gently tugging him in a certain direction. A small smile graced his lips as he noticed Razor
to be compliant. \"Care to dance, lovely?\" he asked with the same tone he\'d used fo many.
Smooth, low, seducing voice to which Razor nodded, with not a drop of hesitation. And Loki
smiled inwardly, noticing his tone of voice hadn\'t phased the other demon any.

            Once among the writhing, twisting bodies of the dance floor, with the music pounding
through them, they allowed themselves some form of physical contact. A small touch here, a slip
of the hand there. However, as the song progressed, the beat becoming more lively, heated, the
more these touches here and there became slightly more. Loki\'s hands wandered Razorfang\'s
torso and sides and came around o the smaller demons\' rear. He allowed his lips to graze to top
of the flesh upon Razor\'s neck. He reveled in the quiet moans escaped from Razors lips, and
desired for more.

Rather quickly indeed he became more and more daring, aggressive. He gently sucked at the
flesh upon Razor\'s neck, nipping and biting every so often. And he simply adored hearing those
quiet moans and soft groans coming from Razor\'s lips. And something he enjoyed more, was
Razor clinging to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

            However, all thing must come to end. And as the song finished, faded away, many of
those twisting bodies went and sat down, or left. It now being somewhere close to four am, he
club was to be closing for the night (only to re-open at six am).And so, following the crowd, the
two demons reclaimed seats, only this time at a nearby table made of something which
resembled oak.

            Loki pulled a cushioned chair out from the table for the other demon and then pulled one
for himself. Razorfang gladly took the chair and sat himself down upon the black cushioned seat,
a slight grin upon his face accompanied by a vivid flush. The demon ran a hand through his
black tresses, pushing them from his visage, still panting softly. \"Well,\" he breathed, placing a
hand over the area upon his where Loki had been paying so much attention to. Razor figured
there would most likely be a large mark there, purple or red in hue. His grin broadened.

            \"Well?\" Loki replied, returning the grin with his own. \"Hmm.. well,\" he began, inching
himself closer to the other male, placing a slender hand upon Razors\' thigh. \"How would you
like to come home with me, love?\" he offered, placing his lips upon Razorfangs\' cheek, then
lightly bringing his tongue across the pallid flesh.

 The other demons\' grin faded, and transfused itself into a rather pleasant smile as he, very
slightly, leaned into the touch. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he shut his eye\'s for a brief
moment before replying. \"Oh, I\'d absolutely love to, \" he said, \"but I can\'t. Honestly I\'d love to.
But I can\'t,\" he sighed again. \"I came here with some friends, but they\'ve all but disappeared. I
should go, too, so as not to worry them,\" he placed a hand upon Loki\'s shoulder, and let it
wander \'round the demons\' neck, then down Loki\'s front, letting his own claws drag across the
equally pallid flesh.

            Loki pulled away slowly, carefully. \"I see, \" he replied, a small, understanding smile
placed upon his features. \"It\'s quite alright,\" said Loki, letting hi hand wander the other\'s thigh
for a few brief moments before gracefully climbing to his feet. \"Here,\" he offered Razor a hand
in aid, to which the other demon complied and took the hand. Loki, again, hoisted Razor from
his seat and steadied the demon. \"There,\" he said. \"Now, I\'ll walk you to the door, hmm?\" he
offered.

            A moment passed, Razor simply staring ahead. \"Huh..?\" he replied, shaking his head
clear and stretching his limbs. \"Sorry. Yes, sure, that would be lovely,\" he stated, smiling
pleasantly as before. \"I\'d like that, alright,\" he said, turning to face the exit, though not before
casting another look around the club, noticing they were amongst the only individuals remaining
inside. He noted the lights had been shut off, along with any strobe lights or neon flashing lasers.
The music wasn\'t booming or pounding through you. It had been turned down, in comparison,
seemed much like a whisper. His eye\'s fell upon Loki and he sighed, wishing he\'d accepted. It
would have been, most likely, quite the pleasant experience.

            Loki kept his word, and walked the other to the exit. He, too, had noticed he lack of
persons in the club, and had noticed the dimming of the music and lights. He knew it was time to
leave as well. \"You sure you can\'t come with me, lovely?\" he asked again, politely as before.
However, he\'d not given the other a chance to reply to his request. In a simple, quick yet graceful
movement, he\'d had his lips placed against the other demons\', gently pressing his body against
Razors\'. He\'d grinned and nearly laughed as he felt the other jump, surprised of his actions. He
parted his lips slightly, and gently bushed his tongue against Razorfangs\' lips, aching to be let
through. Loki let an appreciative moan float past his lips a Razor spread his lips willingly,
allowing him entrance into the other demon\'s warm mouth.

            Raorfang eagerly responded, entangling his tongue with Loki\'s. Shortly he felt himself
place his hands upon Loki\'s shoulders, and pull the demon closer. He hadn\'t the slightest
inclination of why he\'d don a such, only that he had. His hands gripped the cloth of Loki\'s shirt
shakily pulling the other demon closer still as a moan escaped him. Razor nearly gasped as he
felt Loki\'s thigh push between his legs, rubbing against his hard cock. He let out an involuntary
groan as Loki pushed his thigh into Razor\'s crotch, forming a slight backwards and forwards
motion. Razor slipped his hands to the younger demons\' back through Loki\'s open dress shirt and
began to claw helplessly as a strange desire filled his senses.

            Soon he was steadily rocking his hips into the other demon\'s thigh, attempting to keep
himself soundless. He, to say the very least of the fact, failed at the latter. Razor broke free of the
kiss, panting heavily, eye\'s shut tightly reduced to nothing more then a helpless, moaning wreck
as Loki licked intently at his neck and continued to push his thigh into Razor\'s throbbing crotch.
\"Damnit,\" he breathed, still panting heavily, and feeling quite conscience of himself and
precisely where they were. He could feel himself blushing over the flush upon his pallid face.
\"Don\'t stop..\" he moaned, rocking his hips into Loki\'s thigh harder now. He\'d honestly meant to
say they should quit and he should get moving, however, it came out slightly different then
planned.

            Loki abided by the other\'s wishes with his trademark, mischievous smirk he always wore.
He pushed his thigh into Razor\'s hardness more, and slipped his hands to the demon\'s hips and
simply aided the elder demon buck his hips faster. A moment or two passed, though it seemed as
though it were an hour or two, where simply nothing changed and all he heard was the steady
panting of Razor and the demon\'s sporadic, lovely moans. However, there was that brief moment
when the other demon\'s body tensed completely, and his breathing turned to ragged gasps before
a very audible, - loud- moan escaped Razors lips and the demon fell limply in Loki\'s arms,
panting heavily.

            The younger demon, wasting no time, quickly brought Razor outside the club, and a
somewhat fair distance away. Razor made no protest other then breathing a confused \"wha-?\"
and falling silent. Loki, judging someone had to have seen that little stunt, did *not* want to be
questioned or \'kicked out\' (which, let me remind, they were about to leave anyways). He set
Razor free, who in turn leaned against a dirty brick wall, still panting ever so slightly, the flush
upon his features fading. \"Well that,\" he began, \"was something..\" he said, running a hand
through his hair, brushing it away from his moist forehead. This caused his already unkempt
hair to stick out in places in normally would not have. He sighed, going to look up at Loki, an
finding the other demon had already sat down beside him. \"You gonna be there tomorrow? Or
the day after?\" he asked curiously, resting his elbows on his knees, and his cheek in a hand.

            Loki seemed to ponder this a moment, mimicking Razor in his actions. He scratched his
cheek thoughtfully, cautious to avoid cutting himself with his sharp claws. \"I might be. Look for
me,\" he replied. \"Err.. why?\" he asked, now curious as well.

The demon nodded thoughtfully, switching to a position upon his knees and then standing with a
slight drunken wobble. Loki stayed seated. \"Well,\" he began, \" because I *really* have to go
home. It\'s not like I live with my parents or anything at this age, no, but I still have people who,
if I don\'t show up tonight, will go looking for me tomorrow. They wouldn\'t be happy..\" he
confessed, feeling for the first time that night, shy. It didn\'t surprise him to see Loki imitate his
actions again, and stand up, however, it did shock him slightly to the smile upon the other\'s
demon\'s lips.

            \"It\'s alright. I know the feeling,\" he admitted, yes, smiling. He took a step towards Razor,
and wrapped his arms around the smaller demon, who stood quite some inches below him. He
concluded the other demon to something like five feet and nine inches. Fairly short for a male.
He shrugged inwardly, admiring the other demon all the more. \"You go home, and I\'ll see some
time later, I should hope. Your fun,\" he said, placing a soft kiss upon the demons\' lips, with
something like affection.

            Razor sighed, and did the same, letting his eye\'s rest half lidded. \"And you\'re evil,\" he
said mockingly. \"Making me cum in my pants. You know how uncomfortable that is?\" he
demanded jokingly, prodding the other demon in the ribs, and snickering to see Loki flinch.
\"Ticklish,\" he muttered thoughtfully before Loki pulled away and ruffled his hair. \"Hey.. now it\'s
*really* gonna look like I slept with you..\" he complained half heartedly.

            \"Whatever,\" Loki snickered, brushing a hand through his own tresses. \"You should go,
it\'s almost five in the morning,\" he said, peering at his watch ((yes.. the one that just magically
appeared..>>)). Razor nodded, sighing and, Loki could simply tell, cursing under his breath. \"See
ya later, love,\" he said in his charismatic, seductive voice, flashing that same mischievous grin
he loved.

            Again, Razor nodded, standing there still, shifting feet awkwardly before peering up at
Loki, waving briefly and turning on his heel and sauntering down the street. Occasionally he\'d
turn his head \'round to see if Loki still was there, which he was not. He\'d peered once behind
him, the first occasion, and the other demon was the, and wave emphatically to him, though the
next time he was gone. Somehow it pained him. Why hadn\'t he simply asked Loki to join him?
He shrugged. \"Don\'t, for he love of Hell, dwell on it so much, you fool,\" he said to himself
before entering his home and the mob that awaited.

            Meanwhile, Loki still meandered about the city, taking his lovely time in reaching his
home. He enjoyed gazing into the pitch black of the night\'s sky, and at the many brilliant stars
that adorned it. However, this night was one of those starless nights, where the light pollution
and excess of clouds became the problem and one could simply not see any stars, or any light in
th sky what so ever. This for some reason, had irked him greatly. Though he wouldn\'t allow
himself to think on such a trivial subject, and be irked by it as well. Instead he let his mind
wander, and it led him to the fact that he was wandering the city mindlessly with a hard-on that
simply would not die, and that he was getting closer to home. He decided to hurry this along and
leapt into the air.

            A great leap, some twenty feat high, landing upon the top of a building. He ran towards
the edge, and leapt again, forward, to another building. He repeated this action until, finally,
there was no building left to jump onto, and only houses full of sleeping people. He quickly
returned home, opening the locked door (obviously unlocking it first), closing and re-locking it.
Then, climbing the staircase to his room he undressed, first prying away the restricting leather
pants, and dropping his boxers (briefs?), then letting his dress shirt fall to the ground silently.

 He stretched, arms high above his head, when he realized that oh yes, a slight problem. Looking
down he noticed his still hard length and sighed, though grinning. He climbed onto his bed, his
rather *large* bed being fashioned in the old Victorian style. The sheets were the finest silk you
could ever imagine, and a deep ebony black. A large design of a floral Celtic-looking style was
embroidered in gold, adorned it. The sheets where also rimmed in silver. Again, this all being
made from fine silk. On top of this sheet was a large duvet, custom made especially for himself.
Inside lay thick down feathers. The casing was made of the same fine silk, and had some soft,
fur like material covering the whole of it. At the base the duvet was a solid black, stretching out
the color faded into a vibrant silver, giving the duvet a unique, dual-toned look. Beneath the
duvet, and the finely embroidered silk sheet, lay another set of silk sheets, the first, below the
black one, lay a solid gold sheet rimmed with silver. Lastly was a pair of silver sheets, one to
cover the bed\'s mattress, and the next a simple sheet of solid silver color, lined with black.

            With a slight hesitance, he lay down upon the bed, being completely devoid of his
clothes. The demon gently shut his eye\'s as he ran a slightly reluctant hand down his body,
briefly pausing to tweak and rub a nipple. This sent a few shocks through his spine, and made his
skin crawl, and oh, how it only aroused him more. Taking his other hand, Loki made a small
pattern upon his flesh using his claws. The demon breathed deeply now, heavily, and moaned
quietly as his body shivered and writhed from the light touches. He allowed his hand to wander
tensilely to his thigh, and moaned, dragging his sharp claws down his pallid flesh, leaving a
small trail of blood and a few shallow scratches. The blood beaded lightly, and left a small
streak down his thigh. Bringing his hand to roughly the same area, he repeated this action,
moaning softly to himself as he brought his claws down his thigh, drawing a small stream of
blood.

            The demon brought his hand slowly, almost cautiously, to his erection. He encircled his
fingers around the stiff shaft gently, and groaned loudly, as his hand automatically began in a
stroking motion. He tilted his head back, panting, moaning, as his hand pumped his cock. Soon
his hips bucked and rocked into his hand, craving release. He groaned and panted, nearly gasping
as his whole body tensed beautifully. He swallowed hard before crying out loudly, sweet release
claiming him, leaving him laying on the bed panting desperately for moments afterwards. Again
the demon swallowed hard, feeling exhausted now. He sat up slowly, slouching only slightly as
he ran a slender hand through his unkempt tresses, gently brushing the hair from his face.

With a yawn Loki stood, wandering a moment over to the light switch and flipping it off. Soon
the room was cast into darkness, the only light was emitting from the window, from the newly
rising sun in the horizon. Loki crawled into bed, far beyond caring if he \'stained\' the sheets with
cum. The thought amused him briefly, before he curled into a small ball and shut his eye\'s,
drifting into a deep slumber.

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YAY! All rejoice, as I am finished chapter one! Alright, special thanks go out to Achiko! She\'s
helped me post up this story and just given me support to finish it ^^ I love ya, girly *kissu*
Now, I hope you all enjoyed chapter one. If you did, review for the love of hell! If I get enough
positive reviews, chapter two comes up ^^ But yes, tell me what you all think! I\'d love it!

Now.. to explain some things:

(1)---> In my mind (and in Keero\'s, as we share this opinion), this signifies a demonic currency.
You know, what demon\' would use to pay for crap. Red gold coins, basically. Me and my friend
Keero Have basically thought up another little world in which these demons exist (it\'s
complicated... blah).

(2)--->Well, again, in this world, demon\'s age very slowly. They are immortal and well.. Loki
happens to be some three thousand years old in mortal years (our human years) but really, he\'s
only 17 in \'demon years\' (Razor fang is older by a year. He\'s eighteen. Or about five thousand
years in \'demon years\'). Like how a cat ages nine or something years faster then we do, we
humans age MUCH faster then the demon\'s do.

(3)---> Heh. this is the amusing part. In the roleplays I have with my friend, Loki here (who
happens to be my character), is quite the famous demon. He happens to be in Satan\'s favor, to
say the very least. To be blunt He\'s The Devils lover. He gets around.. a lot. That\'s another part
of his \'reputation\'. He\'s famous for being the most promiscuous bugger ever ~.^ It\'s complicated,
really. But that the short end of it. I don\'t want to get into detail (it\'s private! Shoo!).

 Umm... if there\'s anything you, the reader, doesn\'t understand, then state as such in a review or
something or email me (if you care that much). I\'ll try and answer the question. yeah. o.o;;