"Joshua?"

"Yes?"

"Yes or no. Now."

Josh swallowed, looking down at his shaking hands before he closed his eyes and lifted his head up, "Okay. I-I accept."

"Good." Tyler whispered softly as he took a step closer to Josh, who was now visibly trembling, "Do you know how we seal a deal, Joshua?"

"I- Do I have to sign anything?" Josh looked at Tyler expectantly as though waiting for him to pull a scroll and quill out of thin air.

"Oh, no." Tyler smiled, "We've collectively decided on better, and more interesting, ways to agree on soul bartering."

"Oh?" Josh raised an eyebrow, "Like a kiss, I guess? I read that somewhere."

"Perhaps." Tyler lifted a hand and examined his blackened nails with his alarmingly red irises before they darted up and locked with Josh's own startled mocha eyes, "If you were dealing with a normal demon."

"What?" Josh instinctively took a step back as a small tilt took Tyler's head to the side and his full-body lips curled into a small smile.

"I am not just any lowly, decrepit 'demon', Joshua. I am the be-all and end-all of darkness, the prince of the underworld, the fallen son." Tyler purred softly, his eyes glinting, "I am Lucifer."

"Wh-" Josh barely managed, a nervous laugh barking from his throat, "No way."

"That is for you to believe or not, I simply do not care." Tyler shrugged dismissively, "None of my minions possess the powers that I alone wield. None can cure without my permission, and when I saw you and how desperate you were, and the pure soul I could collect..."

"You decided to do it yourself, instead?" Josh asked, his voice fully colored with excessive doubt, "I don't think I'm that special."

"I want what I want, and if I want it..." Tyler closed the gap between them in an instant, his lips brushing over Josh's gauged ear, "I take it..."

"Then take it," Josh whispered softly, his eyes fluttering closed. He felt lips on his neck and he stuttered, gasping at the heat that radiated from Tyler. Tyler pulled him closer, their lips colliding in a rough kiss as Tyler's hands burned his shoulders through his shirt. Josh gasped, keening as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them completely. Just a demon. No, daemon. He's kidding. Josh pulled back only for a second, his eyes locking with the bright garnet pair that hung over him, "I- Are you sure about this?"

"Joshua." Tyler put him up against the near counter, "Now."

"Okay." Josh nodded, his hand running over the back of Tyler's neck. The tips of his fingers barely touched the fabric of the red beanie the demon still had on as his ragged breath hitched slightly in anticipation. Tyler snuck out from Josh's grasp, slinking out from under his arm as Josh fell forward against the counter. Josh turned and looked around, only just seeing the very tail-end of Tyler as he went around the corner into the hallway, his fingers brushing the wall. Josh stared at the black fingerprint smudges on his beige wall and he swallowed, realizing that he had seen Tyler disappear.

Josh straightened up and walked around the corner, peering into the hallway where he saw the very edge of Tyler, half of the demon's face as it peered back at him and gestured for him to follow with a sultry wave of his hand. He watched Tyler slip into the bedroom, surprised that he knew exactly where to find it, and cautiously made his way down the passageway towards the ominous red glow that emanated from his bedroom.

Josh stood in the doorway of his bedroom and looked around, his jaw dropped when he noticed his room was bathed in Vermillion light, so ominous and bright with absolutely no determinate source. Tyler stood in the middle of the room, the red beanie still perched on his head but his clothes had changed from the casual black ensemble he donned in the kitchen. It was now all white again like Josh had seen him in when they first met. Tyler stood still, his red eyes matching the glow of the bedroom as they lay on a set of picture frames that stood atop Josh's chest of drawers.

"Your family." Tyler whispered, "How quaint."

"What are you-?" Josh asked as he walked into his bedroom, the door creaking closed behind him, shutting him in with a soft click that had him wincing as though it had been slammed.

"Forgive me." Tyler took a stride up to Josh, head tilting sinuously as his lips ghosted over Josh's before he pulled back, "Making this more comfortable."

"For who?" Josh asked with a nervous laugh, "The red lights make me think of the time I visited Amsterdam."

"The red-light district?" Tyler asked jokingly, "Are you the paying customer for my services, Joshua?"

"I-I suppose." Josh conceded, "Yes."

"Then, I suppose we should conclude this transaction." Tyler muttered, "I figured your bed would be easier than trying to fuck against a kitchen counter."

"Probably," Josh muttered before he reached down and toyed with the hem of his shirt, knowing a pair of ruby eyes were glancing sideways at him intently. He let out a croaking sigh and pulled his shirt up and off over his head, tugging it off of his arms before he tossed it onto the nearby chair. He looked at Tyler expectantly, but the demon king made no move to disrobe and stood there still, so still that it began to show is millennial age, just how old he could possibly be and how patient he was if he had all of the time he could ever need.

Josh looked away, glad that the red lights were covering up the faint blushing tint to his cheeks, and set shaky fingers on his pants. Josh looked down and bent over, pulling off his sneakers with two short hops before he chucked them aside. They landed on the floor with short thuds as he peeled off his mismatched socks. He looked at Tyler again, the figure in all-white still unmoving, still with his hands at his sides, head tilted away and red eyes on Josh with pouted lips parted as if whispering at a volume Josh couldn't hear with his feeble ears.

He ignored it as he gingerly straightened up, his hands undoing the button and zipper of his black jeans. He pushed them down to his knees before he sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled them off completely. He left his pants where they were in a pool on the floor and put his hands on his knees, looking up at Tyler. The demon had turned to face him properly now, lips pursed and eyes roving slowly and deliberately as though taking Josh in one single molecule at a time, relishing in the sight from feet to faded locks.

Tyler remained unspoken as he took a step forward, raising a hand, and he ran it carelessly over his chest width and down for a second before it fell to his side. His clothing seemed to disappear as though dissolving into particles of smoke, turning into nothingness, leaving him completely bare and exposed. He didn't seem to care in the slightest, walking towards Josh with his perfect legs on show, his olive skin basking in the vermillion light, his dark hair seemingly absorbing color around it.

Josh stared up at Tyler in amazement, never realizing just how he would have looked beneath the thick or baggy layers he wore. To say 'perfect' would be an understatement, but he also knew it was intentional. He knew this creature could see into his head, he knew it could reach into every in mechanism and machination of his brain to find out just what Josh liked. To use his innermost desires and longings to create this outer form just for Josh, to ensure their deal is sealed. It was sick, it was wrong, it was a complete invasion of privacy but Josh didn't care. He sucked in a pained breath as Tyler came to a stop in front of him, looking down at him with an exultant expression as though he knew he had won. And he had; they both knew that.

Tyler lifted a hand up slowly, fingers in an empty grasp when Josh felt himself being picked up. He let out a small yelp, floating up somewhat into the air, before Tyler's arm extended and Josh slid back through the air. He fell down with a soft huff onto the bed, his eyes wide, and he swallowed silently against a hard lump in his throat, "Whoa."

"I told you, Joshua." Tyler whispered as he stood at the end of the bed, Josh looked at him when he noticed the sleek and black tail that whipped seductively behind him with its sharp point, "I'm not what you think."

"How did you-?" Josh stammered as Tyler pressed a knee down on the bed, arms holding himself up.

"I know your mind, I can see what you're thinking. I can see what you want... What you need." Tyler purred, climbing up onto the bed. Josh sat up on his elbow, a whimper leaving him as Tyler bent down, his mouth just an inch from Josh's calf. Josh could have sworn it was a trick of the light, the mist of the room around them messing with his vision. He watched Tyler's split tongue run-up to his thigh, and he genuinely thought for a moment that Tyler's tongue was formed and slim, serpentine and evil.

He let out a groan, gasping as he fell back, his arm giving out. He felt the weight above him, thighs warm against his own, straddling him with a strength that he hadn't expected. He looked up at the devil above him, gulping softly with his lips parting, when Tyler leaned down and pressed his lips to Josh's own. Josh wrapped his arms around Tyler, tentative fingers going over the toned sculpture of his back, skin as smooth as alabaster but as warm as bathwater. Tyler tucked his arms behind Josh, turning them over until Josh hovered above him, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Tyler looked up at him, ruby eyes glinting mischievously as he wrapped his legs around Josh's hips.

"Are you..." Josh whispered quietly, "You..."

"I told you, baby." Tyler ran a hand up the middle of Josh's chest, his index finger trailing up over Josh's neck when he grabbed Josh's chin with a sturdy hand. Josh's eyes widened, watching Tyler as he ran his thumb Josh's bottom lip before he stuck his thumb in Josh's mouth, trailing the pad over Josh's bottom teeth. Josh let out a groan, a frown in his brows, as his lips wrapped around the finger in his mouth. He watched Tyler intently, the skin on his body rising into goosebumps in waves as Tyler's body rolled down against his own. Josh shook his head, pushing an arm underneath Tyler before he rolled them back over, looking up at the surprised demon straddling him. Tyler quirked an eyebrow, a smug smile resting on his lips.

"Oh, I see." Was all that Tyler whispered, looking at Josh and then around the room at the red lights on Josh's heinous wallpaper. Tyler moved his hand away, his fingers trailing over Josh's throat as he rocked his naked hips down against Josh's boxer-encased erection. He gasped, shuddering, watching as Tyler's mouth ran over his pale skin, smutch-covered fingers tucking into his underwear. He blushed at the darkened spot in the grey material, looking away from Tyler with a shade of embarrassment dusting his cheeks at the precome that soaked into his clothing.

Tyler mouthed gently at the wet spot with his devil-tongue, humming low as he sat up and tugged the constricting boxers down from Josh's lifted hips. Tyler passed the shorts over his mouth and nose slowly, eyes on the previous wearer, as he took in a deep inhale and threw them over his shoulder.

Josh flushed deep burgundy, his cheeks ablaze as he shifted beneath the daemon whose eyes were watching him with lusted predation. Josh ran a hand down Tyler's chest and his flat stomach before he wrapped a hand around his erection. Tyler let out a small growl under his breath, his hips jittering forward, his dick sliding through Josh's large hand as his own blackened hands bracketed either side of the pink-hair that was haloed over the stark white pillowcase beneath.

Josh swirled his thumb over the head of Tyler's dick slowly, flicking his finger over the slick before he slid it down the length, his circled fingers squeezing. Tyler's body jerked above him, a small spasm in his core as his eyes closed. Josh pulled Tyler forward, his lips on Tyler's smudged neck, tasting his skin as he ran his hands down his warm sides and over his hips, fingertips digging in as he ran them over Tyler's ass, pulling and tugging at the rounded, plump and corpulent flesh. Tyler lifted his hips up into the rough touch, his back arching as his hands slid under the pillow to grip the edge of the mattress.

"How do you want to...?" Josh asked, his voice breathless and rough, low and desperate as the ache in crotch continued to resonate and urge him on to his release.

"You better fuck me, pretty boy. I'm going to need a big... Thick distraction from my job." Tyler ran his fingers down over Josh's chest, digging his nails in as he takes down over Josh's flesh. Josh winced at the pain, hissing out as he gritted his teeth, his hips lifting up as his head tilted back, "You think you can handle that?"

Josh didn't reply with words so much, his head bobbing up and down in a dumb nod as he looked up at Tyler who was sat on his lap in the darkened red of his bedroom. He reached up, his hands on Tyler's hips, picking him up slowly. He watched Tyler's hand slide down his own toned chest, his hand slipping passed to cup and squeeze his own balls with a soft snarl, his knuckles grazing Josh's shaft.

He lifted himself up slowly, his hand disappeared behind his back. Josh looked down at where their bodies touched when he felt a hot palm wrap around his straining, leaking dick. The whining groan that left him was obscene at best, a deep yearning for touch finally getting its fill.

Tyler sat up, his back arched as his grip on Josh tightened. He lined himself up before he slowly sank down. Josh let out a soft yowl at the tight compression of the slick muscle that enveloped him. He gasped out in surprise, his eyes squeezing shut tight at the sensory overload. Tyler let out a low and breathy snarl, the lift of his top lip was menacing as it curled into a smile. He braced his hands askew on Josh's diaphragm and closed his eyes, his head tilting back as he sank all the way down. Josh let out a moan, his hips lifting up as the tight heat ensconced his dick almost to the point of breathless sobbing. His hands curled, one digging short nails into Tyler's hip and the other dug straight into the downy afferture of his pillow.

"F- Fuck." He managed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut as a small cough tickled the back of his throat. He ignored it, his body focusing instead on Tyler who was slowly rolling his hips in deadly circles on Josh, trickling slick over him from sources unknown. Josh didn't want to ask how it was possible, he knew it definitely wasn't normal. But then again, neither was his current bed partner.

"I know all the things you like, Joshie." Tyler crooned, his voice a high pitch and almost static, "Oh, I can do whatever you want. Be whatever you need."

Josh looked up at Tyler whose bottom lip pout was tucked into pearly white teeth. Josh caught the sultry swipe of Tyler's black tail behind him, the telltale of his kind, and he whimpered, breathless.

"Oh, Joshua. You're no faggot as I am, are you? You don't know what you want, do you? All these questions in your head, all the unsure possibilities because Joshua just doesn't know..." Tyler preened softly and leaned down, his lips taking Josh's in a kiss as fervent as their first. Their bodies rutted together in heated bliss, sliding into and against with succinct rhythm.

Tyler sat back up, his tempo never stopping as he bucked up and down but Josh noticed his body didn't seem as solid as before, his shape seemingly morphing but he couldn't tell what or why. Tyler let out a gasp and a soft growl, a low groan leaving him as he ran his hands over his body. Josh gaped in awe as what seemed like pure liquid gold ran over Tyler's skin like paint after his touch, trailing and spilling over every hill and valley and with it brought change.

Tyler reached down, the devil's hand grabbing one of Josh's own before he brought it up to grab at one of the rounded, plump breasts that had appeared on his chest. Josh let out a grunt, surprised by the change that he had definitely not expected. The top half of the demon's body had softened from its regular angles into a more rounded and fluid shape, feminine but not at all weak. It seemed to be a hybrid of both sexes, a coagulation of what Josh continued to conjure in his sordid mind.

His hand kneaded and fondled the buxom flesh beneath his fingers, his gasps coming out ravaged and raw as Tyler continued to ride him with feverish speed. Josh brought his other hand up from Tyler's hip, groping both breasts in his hands before he gave one of them a light slap and a harder grip. Tyler snarled out in response, his head thrown back as kept his hands on Josh's chest. He peered up for a mere second, moaning at the sight of Tyler so desperate above him. His brain wanting anew, wishing for more, watching as the connection between him and this underworldly creature seemed only that much stronger.

Tyler's body shifted back into what it was before, filling out into it's still slender but more masculine shape, the cleaner lines of his midriff and flat chest. Josh wrapped his hand around Tyler's dick, jerking him off roughly, watching his full top lip curl back as a guttural snarl left his throat.

Josh could feel his lungs burning, he could feel them expand to the point of aching but it would always ease off just before he'd cry out. He could feel his panting become less about the sheer capacity to breathe and more about the pleasure bubbling up inside of him. He could feel his body growing stronger somehow like he was made of iron rather than fragile glass, brick rather than chalk in his bones. He hadn't felt so strong in so long, he had forgotten what healthy felt like. He looked up at Tyler, frowning at the pained expression that was painted across his sweat-sheened forehead. Josh looked down to see that Tyler's arms were practically inside of his chest, seemingly healing him from the inside. He was staring at where Tyler's forearms seemed to disappear into his ribcage, waiting for the pain to make itself known or the blood to start spurting but it didn't happen, as though the sheer heat from Tyler's own skin were cauterizing and numbing the entry wounds.

Tyler's grimace warped into a full-on mask of agony. Josh could only imagine that it probably did hurt to absorb someone else's cancer right out of their body and he finally realized that this is what Tyler had meant by 'distraction' and that he, Josh, was failing at it. He put a hand on Tyler's back as he sat up, keeping them connected as firmly as possible as he pushed him back. Tyler fell onto the mattress behind him, his legs wrapping around Josh as the latter kept himself upright with a newly found strength in his arms. He immediately began thrusting his hips roughly, gritting his teeth as Tyler gasped and bucked up, his arms still buried deep in Josh's chest as he pulled out and cleaned. Josh closed his eyes, ignoring his own steady climax as he grabbed Tyler by the back of the knees and pushed his legs up to his chest.

Tyler let out a sharp growl, one arm pulling out of Josh's ribcage to reach up behind him and grab the bottom edge of the bed with blackened talons. He howled, head thrown back in pure bliss, as Josh fucked into him quickly, his hips snapping down as he kept himself upright on his knees. He held Tyler's legs to his chest with a forceful forearm against the back of his knees, grunting a heavy and staccato moan between spit-slick lips as the knot in his stomach increased tenfold.

Tyler's arm had moved from the front of Josh's chest to the side with the angle of his body being so folded in half. He finally pulled his arm out and wrapped his boiling hot hand around the back of Josh's neck in a tight vice. He pulled Josh down into him, their lips crashing together in a frenzied kiss as he locked his ankles around Josh's neck like a vice. Josh let out a moan against the daemon's soft lips, his arms shaking on either side of him as fingers knotted in the back of his head and slight hips rocked up against his own. Tyler's other hand clutched at the edge of the mattress, a sharp rip sounded out high underneath either panting and the lewd slapping of skin against skin. Josh grabbed a hold of Tyler's wrist and held onto it with a tight grip.

Tyler's grin was wicked, the bright and almost malicious glimmer of teeth in the red glow around them would have normally scared the shit out of Josh but now... Now he took it at face value, the grin only egging him on, pushing him to move faster and harder like he knew he should. And Tyler let out a heady snarl, his hips tense and lifted as he came, his forehead pressed against Josh's as he ran his serpentine tongue over the sweaty side of Josh's face. Josh let out a groan at the feeling of Tyler clenching so heavily around him, the spasms of his body beneath him had him cry out under his breath.

Tyler tugged on Josh's hair, pulling on it as his hips rutted against Josh, rocking out his own orgasm. Josh could feel the very beginning sparks of his own release and he gasped. He sat up, looking over Tyler, running his hands over Tyler's thighs. Tyler wrapped his arms around the back of his knees to keep them down against his chest, his eyes hitting an innocent peek.

Josh let out a soft groan as he bucked his hips forward with a hard thrust. He lied a hard slap down on the back side of Tyler's thigh, hearing him snarl in response, his hips rutting up. Josh felt his release hit him and he let out a staggered groan, his body dropping an inch. He came with a heavy thrust into Tyler, lifting him up as his hips rutted desperately as the exquisite sparks of bliss shot through his veins. His hips slowed in pace as he panted, small whimpers leaving him every now and again as his heart thumped in his chest. He stilled, a spasm rocking his body and he yelped. He looked down, letting go of Tyler, blinking profusely as he pulled out slowly. He sat back on his knees, running a hand through his hair, as Tyler's legs dropped down onto the mattress on either side of Josh. He sat up, holding himself up with sturdy arms, his head tilted on his shoulders with curious ruby eyes.

"I um..." Josh frowned, swallowing against the parched dryness of his mouth.

"You're tired." Tyler whispered as he sat up properly, "Sleep, Joshua."

"No, I'm okay." Josh looked up from his lap with a frown, "Really."

Tyler got up and sat on his knees, his eyes stern. He reached out, putting a hand on Josh's forehead. Josh was about to ask what he was doing when everything went black and he felt himself falling.

~

Josh woke up to a bright light shining on his face, the grimace and groan that he settled on as he rolled over onto his back and threw his arm over his face. And then he noticed it. He sat up suddenly, a hand on his chest. He felt completely fine for the first time. Last night wasn't a dream. He gasped, looking down at his chest for any marks but his chest was its usual pale and toned self. He caught a blur of something black beside him and he let out a scream, helping as he shot to the side, his head turning to see Tyler sitting on the bed beside him, crouching like a gargoyle but looking as comfortable as though he were sitting with his legs crossed.

"Holy fucking fuck." Josh gaped, his brown eyes widening in surprise, "What the fuck? I thought- I thought you... I mean- I genuinely..."

"Take a breath." Tyler offered, resting his arms folded over his knees with his chin resting on top of both, his bright red eyes even more alarming during the day. The paradox of the bright white daytime light gleaming behind him made him look beautiful. So much so that Josh could see how once upon a time he used to be an angel.

"So..." Josh sat up against the headboard, looking at the creature beside him, "Last night happened?"

"Take a breath and you tell me," Tyler whispered with a small smirk, the devilish smile raised goosebumps on Josh's arms and neck.

Josh took in a long and shaky breath, his lungs feeling clear, his chest not wanting to cough for once when he took too much oxygen into his system. He looked at Tyler, "Wow."

"You're welcome... Sweetheart." Tyler muttered.

"Not in a rude way, but..." Josh ran a hand through his hair, "Why are you still here?"

Tyler smiled wickedly as he moved from his perch, climbing over Josh's lap to straddle his thighs, "I'm just in awe... I wanted to get a few last moments with you before I leave you for five decades. Can't I admire a pretty boy when I see one?"

Josh felt a pink blush taint his cheeks and he cleared his throat, "I don't understand. I just- What? What does that mean?"

"I didn't expect you to be so... Captivating. And I didn't expect you to compliment me so well."

Tyler's head suddenly snapped up from Josh and they both turned to look at the bedroom door as it opened. Frank walked in, looking up with coffee in his hands. He stopped in his tracks with his eyes wide. Frank pulled off his headphones, his jaw-dropping, "What the fu-"

Tyler looked back at Josh before he vanished into thin air within a second, the space where he had sat was now growing cold. He cleared his throat as he sat up within the sheets, looking at his bewildered best friend, "Um. Hi."

"Josh." Frank whispered shakily, "What the fuck did you do?"

"Well, I just bargained my soul in for an extra fifty years and an eternity in hell with a really, really, really fucking hot demon. And no cancer." Josh explained with a shrug as he sat up, stretching. Frank just stood there, Josh could almost see the gears and cogs of his brain trying to compute and understand what he had just seen.

"What?" Frank sputtered, "W-What?"

Josh got up and pulled the boxers on that Tyler had left beside him. He walked over and took his coffee from Frank's shaky hand, "But not just any demon. It was fucking Lucifer himself."

Josh walked past Frank and out into the hallway as Frank spun around on his heel, "What the hell?"

"Oh, I know." Josh took another sip, "I didn't believe it myself either, but it's true."

"The fuck?" Frank yelled from the hallway before he ran after Josh, finding him in the kitchen, leaning against the same counter that he had been last night with a smirk on his lips.

"I'm dead serious."

"You're... Fixed? Healed? No 'El Cancer'?"

"None." Josh smiled, sipping again as his other arm wrapped around Frank's waist lazily.

"Hang on." Frank cringed, "Didn't it... Hurt? I mean-"

"Oh, no." Josh chuckled, "I didn't take it. He did."

"Whoa..." Frank whispered, setting his coffee down as he held onto the back of one of the kitchen chairs with white knuckles, "So you...?"

"Yep."

"And he...?" Frank whispered.

"Uh-huh."

"Wow." He looked up, "So what now, Lucifucker?"

"Why don't we go for a jog?"