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“Is the blindfold really necessary?”

“Oh, tais-toi. You like it.” Impure grunted, clearly doing something strenuous. Not that Brutal could see what, of course; the demon swore up and down it was a surprise.

“D’ya need help or somethin’?”

“I told you, I..-“ Impure paused and, with a deep breath, lifted Brutal’s chin to give him a kiss. “I’m almost finished.”

The freak’s interest was piqued by the sounds of fabric straining, tighter and tighter until the demon let out another long awaited sigh. He could hear Impure’s tail swishing excitedly as he stepped closer.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, sure sounds like yer puttin’ on a show.”

“Ouais, you could say so,” Impure giggled as he untied the blindfold- tantalizingly slow, of course- and took a step back.

Brutal’s eyes had locked on the demon before he’d even adjusted to the light, first losing himself in Impure’s beauty all over again and then noticing the deep red corset over his chest.

“You like it?” Impure spun around, clearly trying to show it off, though the freak interjected anyway to pull him down into his lap by the waist.

“Yer just hotter than hell, ain’t ya?” Brutal grumbled against his shoulder, before giving in to his habit of marking the demon with more and more bites.

The demon happily hummed his own approval, digging his nails into the freak’s back with each time Brutal broke the skin. “Oui, that’s it.. I’ll never have to cover every inch of my body in the name of modesty again. I’m all yours..”

Brutal held on to Impure like his life depended on it, his grip alone nearly tearing the lace running down the side of the demon’s brand new jeans. “What’d I even do ta deserve my own piece ‘a heaven?”

To that, Impure rolled his eyes. “I am so much better than that place.. their idea of heaven is the real hell. I’d only return to destroy it.” He grinned, a proud display of his deadly fangs. “Shall we do that one day, my love?” Then the demon’s pointed tail wrapped around Brutal eagerly, not that he anticipated passing such an offer in the first place. “What remains of that damned church, too… by your side, I want to burn it all.”

“God, yer perfect.”

“Were you even listening?!” With a scoff, Impure smacked the freak’s shoulder. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a long time.. you’re an asshole!”

“I’m yer asshole.”

Somehow, the day after was better than Christmas itself. Mostly because, as Brutal awoke to the crows atop the shack squawking at god knows what, he was fully prepared to accept that the day prior had been nothing but a dream. His eyes fluttered open with haste, and he’d already convinced himself that the prim and proper angel would still be asleep beside him- only to discover all over again that the demon’s facade of purity was already gone, and Impure was completely real. He really should’ve figured sooner, the demon had fallen asleep practically latched onto him; a tail around one leg, Impure’s own leg wrapped around the other, he’d sprawled across the freak’s chest like he was territory.. And Brutal wouldn’t have it any other way.

The freak was far too excited to contain; adoration didn’t even begin to describe the rush, the ability to finally, truly have Pure- now Impure- all to himself. He first leaned in to kiss the demon’s forehead; twice, for good measure, waiting for Impure to stretch and stir awake to pull their lips together. Impure, in spite of his name, was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Except, of course, their home.

By the time the new year rolled around, Impure was just about fed up with the shack and the state it was in. He’d only tolerated it before, adapted to his environment dutifully as Brutal’s guardian; now, he had some complaints.

“I’ve had enough!” The demon burst through the wall of the old shed, the closest thing it had to a door, with his free hand stuffed in a bag of stolen chocolates. “Don’t you get tired of living like this?!”

“Like.. what?” Brutal jumped at Impure’s sudden arrival, nearly dropping the blade he had been sharpening for close to an hour. “What’s gotten inta ya, darlin’?”

“You know what.. This shack!” With only one kick, another wooden plank crumbled from the wall. “It would serve more purpose as a pile of wood.”

The freak was momentarily rendered speechless, simply offended. “I dunno, this ol’ place is pre’y cozy, don’t ya think?”

“It’s a pile of junk with three places to stand.. I say fuck this. Grab your stuff.”

“Impure? C’mon now..” The demon wasn’t bluffing, already slipping on his coat and scooping up his only belongings consisting of Brutal’s sculpture and a handful of clothes he’d only recently stolen. “Ya can’t be serious.”

“I am. You don’t seriously expect me to sit on the table forever, do ya?”

“Course not. Ya always got my lap ta sit on instead..” This time, instead of entertaining him, Impure just rolled his eyes. “..Alright, fine. Gimme a minute.”

Brutal eyed the bible left behind on the table cautiously as he gathered his own belongings, as if the book itself posed a threat; once he’d hauled his own belongings to the trunk of their car, he treaded lightly around the warning.

“..Ya left yer bible in there.”

“Oh, I know!” Impure turned to him with a smile he hadn’t expected, leaping from the hood of the car and reaching into the pocket on the freak’s vest to retrieve his cigarette lighter. With a flick and a toss, the entire shack was ablaze. “I have no interest in boring myself with it ever again. Allons y.”

In spite of how long the demon had spent tending to the dreams of others, it was clear he had zero clue how purchasing a house worked- not that either of them planned on purchasing anything, of course. Regardless, Impure did not fancy any of the tiny homes scattered across small town Teufort. What finally did catch his eye, however, was an RV parked at the gas station.

“Stop!” The demon’s cue sent Brutal slamming on the brakes, swerving into the station that practically quaked in his presence. “It’s perfect!”

The freak didn’t quite understand what Impure meant until he’d hopped out of the car and sprinted to the other, standing perplexed by the pump; there was a thud that made the RV rock, and before Brutal knew it the demon was dragging its resident out and throwing him to the concrete.

Brutal simply watched, curious; only a few days ago, the freak hadn’t thought him capable of even landing a punch. Now, he was sure the demon was about to rip the poor sap stopping for gas apart; which he did, plunging his claws into the man’s throat and tossing him away to rot as if it was in his nature.

“Mon Brutal, it’s perfect! Come take a look!” Impure sang as if he’d done nothing at all, leading the freak into their new home with a twinkling glimmer of pride. “What do you think?”

It already had everything they would need: a fridge, a cozy couch, even a bed that wasn’t comprised of springs and torn fabric. It was cozy- much more than Brutal’s own idea of the term- and quaint, yet the only thing he could stare at was Impure.

“Amazin’..” When the demon’s face soured to skepticism, he shook free from his trance. “I mean, yer amazin’...’

He was met with another eye roll- Brutal adored Impure’s newfound attitude all the same- and then a grin that wouldn’t hold the demon’s hubris in any longer. “I learned it all from you.”

The demon was already searching for his next chocolate fix, retrieving another box from the fridge like a prize to be won. “This is paradise, je crois..”

Brutal couldn’t agree more; he knew, once and for all, that paradise was wherever Impure would take him.