21. CHAPTER #2
“After I heard the ingredients for your prep spell.” Mr. Heiss smirked. “I may not know a lot about magical brewing, but I am aware that Jubokko sap is used for only the most powerful healing spells.”
“Maybe my asshole needed healing.”
Mr. Heiss ignored him. “Once I actually read the contract and knew you were sick, I figured you intended to seduce me in order to secure a new deal.”
“Nope. Seduced you ’cause I wanted to know what that demon dick do.”
“As we became closer and you still didn’t mention anything, I assumed you had it handled with your grandmother’s assistance. Which left me wondering why you sought out physical relations with me if it wasn’t for personal gain.”
“But it was. Orgasms are both personal and a gain.” Indy finished his drink. “Plus, there was this whole thing with thinking you’d want me dead to get the ring.”
Mr. Heiss snorted. “Really?”
“Hey, fuck you. You wanted to chop my hand off, asshole.”
“Technically, I planned to rip it off—”
“Fuck you twice.” Indy shook his empty glass at Mr. Heiss. “It was well within reason and logic and whatever to think that if you knew I was sick, you’d just wait for me to die so you could steal it.”
“That is fair.” Mr. Heiss refilled Indy’s glass.
“I did think about telling you, but…” Indy clicked his tongue.
“Not really that great with the fee fees either, I guess. I was scared. Scared of, like, putting myself out there and telling you the truth. It was easier to think you were just using me to get to the Artifact than believing that you actually might care about me.”
“I do. Care about you. Very much.” Mr. Heiss kissed the top of Indy’s head, curling an arm around Indy’s shoulders. “Against my better judgment.”
“Ha, making me all warm and fuzzy.” Indy laughed and cuddled in close, sipping his new drink. “You really do say the sweetest things.”
“I was also—”
“Getting me all wet.”
Mr. Heiss grunted. “Is it possible to have a single conversation without mentioning anything sexual?”
“Probably not, but I can try very hard.”
“All right, because—”
“As hard as I want to suck your dick right now. Which would also be hard. Because it would be in my mouth.”
Mr. Heiss groaned loudly and lifted his hand to cover Indy’s mouth.
“I am trying to tell you that yes, I was also concerned. It has been a very long time since I’ve felt anything for anyone, especially so fast, and I did not trust myself.
Yes, your being a human was and still is an issue.
Yes, I am going to work on it because I do want to move forward with courting you properly. ”
Indy blinked and mumbled into Mr. Heiss’s hand.
“I swear to God if you’re going to say something about moving my hand so you can suck my dick…” Mr. Heiss’s lips twitched up in a smile.
Indy licked Mr. Heiss’s hand.
Mr. Heiss groaned and pulled it away.
“Now, I was going to say something, but you’ve ruined the surprise.
” Indy beamed, his heart fluttering as he took a deep breath.
“So, instead, I am going to tell you sorry not sorry, can’t stop being human, but I will work on being one who can earn your trust. I’m not, like, a gold medalist when it comes to trusting anyone either, but I’m down to try if you are.
And yes, I accept your offer of proper courting but am also very interested in improper courting, if that’s an option. ”
Mr. Heiss chuckled and kissed Indy’s lips. “We can be improper later. First we need to decide what to do about your condition.”
“I’d much rather discuss improper things.”
“I’m sure you would, but this takes priority, I’m afraid. You’ll find that any improper activity will be difficult without a pulse.”
“Touché.” Indy took a big gulp of his drink. “So, what? A new deal? You get my soul and I get my life cheat code back?”
“Yes.” Mr. Heiss rubbed Indy’s arm. “I need a deal to power such a gift. Humans are a bit more complex than doves.”
“I always heard demons weren’t supposed to make deals in Somerstown.”
“Good thing I’m in charge of all the demons then, isn’t it?” Mr. Heiss smirked. “If I have to, I will sort it out with my brothers. You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Uh, excuse you, I have plenty to be worried about.” Indy shook his drink until it refilled once more because the best way to deal with fried nerves was to pickle them.
“Let’s say we make a deal. What are the terms?
Am I your toy? Your employee? What are you going to ask for?
My soul, sure, but there’s a lot of details we gotta discuss too. ”
“Of course, and I—”
“What if we break up?” Indy gasped. “Are we even dating? Does signing a deal mean we’re going steady, like, for real? But what if I get tired of you and want to dump you? That could happen.”
“I could also desire to end the relationship.”
“Ha, no. You’d be an idiot to let a snack like me get away.”
Mr. Heiss chuckled, taking a small sip from his glass. “I promise there will be no stipulation in the contract that requires us staying together in any conceivable way. Not as lovers or employer and employee or anything else. You’d be free to move, leave the city, do whatever you’d like.”
Indy noisily slurped his drink as he eyed Mr. Heiss over the rim. “You really want to do this?”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Date me. Not just fucking or plotting for the ring or any other mafia-type shenanigans.”
“As long as I have you, I have access to the ring.”
“Not if I move.”
“That would be quite a loss.” Mr. Heiss smiled smugly. “I am very fond of the leshy.”
Indy scoffed, smacking Mr. Heiss’s arm. “Hey! What about me?”
“You too. I suppose.” Mr. Heiss grinned now and his tail wrapped around Indy’s waist, giving him a fond squeeze.
“I suppose then I won’t be sucking your cock anytime soon.”
“I doubt that sincerely.”
“You’re right. You got me.” Indy let out a dramatic wail. “I can’t help it. I must… suck… dick…!”
Mr. Heiss sighed. “Are you done?”
“For now.” Indy beamed sweetly. He tapped his nails along the side of his glass, and he lowered his voice to note, “You know I’m always going to be annoying.”
“I know.” Mr. Heiss kissed his hair. “As long as you’re aware I will likely continue to be the king of assholes.”
“Yeah, figured that. We can take turns though, remember? Being the asshole.” Indy knocked back the rest of his drink and then placed it on the wooden side table. “So, what if I still wanted to dance?”
“That would be up to you.” Mr. Heiss shrugged. “If you truly enjoy it, I don’t see why I’d stop you. You’re very talented and your performances are always very successful for the club.”
“Okay, what about fucking monsters?”
“I’d hope the only one you’d want to fuck would be me, but I understand if you’ve become accustomed to a variety.
” Mr. Heiss chuckled lightly. “Of course, I would insist on a more thorough screening process for your prospective clients. I would hate to murder my fellow monsters, but if they hurt you… Well, Luke is always hungry.”
Indy sat up straighter. “You’re serious?”
“About Luke? Yes. Changelings are known for their appetite.”
“No, no, dumbass. I mean, the sex work.” Indy frowned. “You wouldn’t want to, like, Pretty Woman me up and get me to quit?”
“Sex work is work.” Mr. Heiss arched his brow. “My singular concern would be for your safety, but that would apply to any profession you wanted to pursue.” He tilted his head. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to ask you to stop?”
“No? Yes? I actually don’t know.” Indy laughed, cuddling in against Mr. Heiss’s chest. “I’ve done it for so long, I have no idea what else I would do. Don’t get me wrong. I do love the idea of having a demon sugar daddy, meow, but I still want to do… something.”
“You will have all the time in the world to figure it out, Sonnenschein.” Mr. Heiss hugged Indy close. “I own many businesses. You could always try your hand at any number of them and see if you like it.”
“Part-time sex worker, part-time… baker?” Indy snorted out a laugh, thinking of Mr. Heiss and his love for donuts. “You totally own a bakery, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.”
“I could be a naked baker. Combine both my interests. Do OnlyFans but it’s OnlyBuns. Get it?”
“Yes.”
“Stuff my buns and then stuff my buns, if you know what I mean.”
“I do.” Mr. Heiss sighed as if annoyed, but it sounded like he was smiling.