Adam chortled merrily, his mind off and running. “Can you imagine the demon version of a trust exercise? Oh man, that would beso much funto plan. I bet they’d get hella competitive too with some team-building games. Some kind of team sporting event? Football? Eh, maybe that would get too messy. I just know someone would get gored with a horn. Oh, I got it! Dodgeball! Demon dodgeball! With water balloons or something. Filled with whipped cream! Because OMG—which doesnotcount as saying their name, by the way—seeing a bunch of demons walking around looking all surly that they lost and covered in whipped cream would be freaking hilarious!” Adam ended with a giggle.
Minos chuckled again. “I’m sure they would love whatever you planned. Or rather, they’ll pretend to hate it and complain endlessly, but then they’ll gossip about it and poke fun at one another afterwards for decades. You may plan whatever you like, love.”
“Oh, such fun! But first, focus, Adam,” he murmured to himself. Then he looked at Minos. “All right, Mr. Sexy, what else do the idiots have to say about my ticket?”
Minos continued reading: “It is imperative that all misplaced souls be properly placed. We need not remind you that customer service and keeping backlog from developing in the queue are of the utmost priorities.
“Please direct any questions regarding this task to the Leadership Team. We are confident that with your assistance, we will be able to drive this matter to a speedy resolution.
“We appreciate your sincere attention to this problem,
“The Soul-Flow Coordinators”
“Oh my GAWD,” Adam groaned out. Then he shot up, “Like G-A-W-D, not like the person upstairs kinda god. Anyway, seriously? Did they seriously say ‘drive this matter to a speedy resolution’?” Adam did his still adorable air quotes at that line, making Minos chuckle again.
“They did indeed, my little human,” Minos acknowledged, feeling his irritation fade just a bit.
“They are freaking insufferable. Newsflash—if you have to keep reminding people how important you are, then you aren’t that important. What do theydoall day? Tell other demons what to do? Instead of actually doing anything themselves? Like seriously, that is the first truly hellish thing I’ve experienced here in hell.”
Minos scowled. “They aren’t hell’s creation. They’re a byproduct of the Leadership Team, which encompasses all departments. I don’t think hell alone could’ve come up with the bureaucratic shitstorm that the Leadership Team has made the Afterlife. It’s a joint effort, apparently. All the worst traits of heaven, hell, and everything in between.”
Minos rolled his eyes, continuing his rant. “Everyone has different values and different goals, and all they can seem to agree on is efficiency, so that’s all they focus on. Luce was right, however; we needed a team to coordinate between departments. No matter how many times they get replaced, they always end up like this.”
Adam sighed. “I guess man really was created in the image of all of you guys or whatever. No matter where you are, dead or alive, I guess you can count on red tape and assholery.”
“Do not concern yourself with it, Adam. Luce wasn’t worried, so we won’t be either.” At that, Minos touched the glass, did some scrolling, and found Adam’s ticket in the queue. He marked it ‘closed’ and added no further comments. Minos knew the likelihood of that being the end of the matter were minimal, but one could hope the closed ticket would get lost in the bureaucratic shuffle and they’d be left alone.
With that, he walked over to his human, who was still draped across his couch, and in one swift pull had his pants off. Adam leaned up on his elbows and looked down his body at Minos, who was crouching above Adam’s hardening dick.
“Oh, you gonna make me forget all the assholery with sex, Big Guy? Because I am heartily behind that plan. Two thousand percent approval.”
Minos chuckled, giving Adam’s dick one long stroke, feeling him come to complete hardness at just that touch. “You are so easy, my little human.”
Adam wiggled his eyebrows. “Ah, but you like me that way,’ he said, sighing as Minos tightened his hand and started to curl his tail around his body toward Adam. Adam moaned at the sight and flopped backwards.
“Yes, little human. I love you that way,” he replied. Then he lost himself in pleasuring the soul who had come to mean more than eternity to him.
Chapter15
Adam
Adam was… restless. The firefall picnic and hot springs and the hike through the labyrinth had all been totally amazing, and he looked forward to going back to all those places and visiting all the other hot spots in hell. Hot spots—hee hee. He’d have to use that one with Minos. His demon always appreciated his silly humor.
Minos had even mentioned that a visit “topside” would be possible if Adam really wanted, and that sounded super fun, but he didn’t think he was quite ready for that yet. Maybe in a few years. Or decades. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see what people he used to know were up to. He loved his life (death?) down here, and he didn’t really want to revisit the one he’d had before.
What he was ready for, though, was some people time. Sure, he got lots of demon time, and for demons, they were really totally cool and nice—definitely nicer than the one angel he’d met, that was for sure. But Adam was an extrovert with a capital E, and he was ready to get out and meet and mingle. Maybe party a little. And since his last party time had been cut short, it wasn’t too hard to convince Minos to take a trip to Limbo.
Yes, he knew his big guy wasn’t thrilled with the idea of all those people. But he also knew Minos would do just about anything to make him happy, which was sort of amazing and trippy and mind-boggling all at once. And he also knew he’d make sure Minos had a good time. He could do all the talking for both of them, and his introverted sexy guy could just sit there looking foreboding and hot. He figured it would work out well for both of them, and they’d get nice and worked up dancing and flirting and come home and have a fantastic fuck afterwards. Which was usually what happened, anyway.
Because gah, the sex. Adam had never had such good sex. It wasn’t getting old, either, and Adam couldn’t imagine that ever happening. He knew Minos would be up for just about anything that Adam enjoyed. And Adam was finding he enjoyed just about anything Minos was up for. Hee hee. Pun intended again.
So Adam was absolutely giddy with fun, and with Minos looking all sexy in his black breeches, and Adam looking pretty hot himself if the look in Minos’ eyes could be trusted, they made their way through the judgment room and into Limbo.
He didn’t know if Pandora had some notification system or what, but not two minutes after they’d stepped through the door of the nightclub atmosphere and found exceptional seats (Minos might have growled a bit), she appeared at their table and sat down with them.
“Holy shit,” Adam gushed, looking at the stage that they had a prime view of. “Is that….?” he trailed off, mouth open. “And playing with him, is that…?” He was at a loss for words. “Like seriously, holy shit! Talk about a mix of musical decades! They sound freaking amazing though!”
Pandora laughed merrily. “We get all the best musicians, darling. They’re too bad for upstairs, but most are not depraved enough for downstairs. Few choose reincarnation, afraid they’ll lose their gifts. So they live on, as it were, here in Limbo, doing what they love.
