Prince of Darkness

“We can go anywhere. Advantages of being the anti-christ and all that shit.” 

“John. Let’s go somewhere.” 

It was frustrating! He was trying to do something nice and he got snapped at.  Maybe he should just go back home to Hell or something.  No, instead he rolled over and curled up on the bed.

“I was just carrying you to the bed.” He dropped him onto the bed with a huff.

Damien didn’t have to sleep much, but he liked to. Arms snaked around John’s middle to pull him closer before he eventually gathered him up into his arms so they could go snuggle on the bed.

“Bored. Someone should give me attention.” 

Damien didn’t know what he did, but instead of getting good he just flitted back upstairs. Why the fuck was he so mad at him anyways!? All he had wanted to do was cuddle.

Damien released him and pressed his face into the bed. He groaned loudly, tail whipping around.