“Now you boys have fun. I’m going out for a bit to meet up with the girls. I think the big dildo might be in a box in my closet if y'all are looking for it. Just be sure to clean any of the toys afterwards. I’ll text before I come home. Although I wouldn’t mind seeing him naked, so clothes are optional.”
And with a little wave she turned and was through the kitchen. Both demon and human stared after her as she walked off, singing some song about licking and riding and lots of other obscene things.
Yeah, Az definitely wasn’t going anywhere.
With that thought, he turned on full level lust, although he stayed seated casually in the circle. He’d let the cute human come to him to get the party started.
Only the guy turned to him, raised one eyebrow, and then sneezed.
“Do you think you could turn down the”—he waved his hand at Az—”sex energy, or whatever that is?”
Az raised both eyebrows in surprise. “You don’t feel…” Az trailed off. He was infrequently at a loss for words, but this human confounded him.
“Like I want to fuck you or be fucked? Nope. Sorry.” He sort of shrugged. “I don’t work like that,” he finished, and he sat down cross legged outside the now broken circle, mirroring Az. “I guess we’ll need to figure out how to send you back,” he sighed.
Az stared at him, shocked. Of course he knew what asexuality was; he had met humans who had very little interest in sex. A few things could happen if that were the case. Sometimes, there was enough interest in sex for the person to partake with him, but sometimes they needed someone they had a connection with, which was also fun, because then Az got to use his vibes on two people (he’d played matchmaker a time or two, and that was rather exciting). Sometimes the person simply sought to pleasure themselves instead of participating in sexual acts with someone else, which was totally fine with Az. An orgasm was an orgasm, after all.
He had, on occasion, met someone with absolutely zero interest in sexual acts or even self-pleasure. It was rare, but it did occur. But Az’s “sex energy,” as the human called it, wasn’t technicallysexenergy. It waslustenergy. Andeveryonehad lust. It most often focused itself on sex, but in the rare case where there was zero sexual interest, it diverted to desire for other things. He’d seen desire for food, for things (one person had gone on a crazy spending spree), for people (that party had been epic, especially since most of the guests hadnotbeen asexual), and one memorable time for soft things. It had been kind of fun to scour Limbo for soft pillows, feathers, blankets, and soft animals. There had been quite the cuddlefest afterwards too, which was delightful.
The point was, it always ended with people exhibiting lust forsomething, and the effect was immediate. Az actually enjoyed the occasional diversion from sex, so he never complained. Ace folks required a little originality from Az, and he found them fascinating.
But this human was not exhibiting any signs of lust or desire, sexual or not. He sneezed, for demon’s sake. What was Az supposed to do with that?
“Are you hungry? Craving some snuggles? Would you like to lose yourself in some artistic endeavor? Anything in particular you feel desirous of?” Az asked.
The human had been staring off, apparently thinking, but he looked back at Az, surprised. “Nope. Well, I’m desirous of my admin not giving us pointless work to do and my students having happy home lives, but you can’t always get what you desire,” he shrugged. “Now, about getting you back. How about we start with your name?”
“Az. But that won’t work,” Az smirked. He was free of the circle, he was topside, and he had found a human who was apparently completely immune to his vibes. He wasn’t going back to hell; this was far too interesting.
The guy actually rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s what they all say,” he muttered.
Az actually smiled even more broadly.
Oh, this was gonna be fun.
Chapter3
Gabriel
Gabe shouldn’t have been surprised by Grams, yet somehow he still was. He was kinda pissed too, he had to admit. He loved Grams with all his heart, but sometimes her meddling was a little over the top. He couldn’t believe she’d summoned a lust demon. Of all the insane, moronic, stupid… he couldn’t even.
He took a deep breath and tried not to look at the cocky demon sitting in the circle. He kept waiting for the guy to get up and come over and start trying to sex him up. He was not looking forward to having to fend off demon sexual advances.
And it wasn’t fair of Grams to call him a monk. He dated. He did. He was on the apps. It wasn’t his fault that he found so few people interesting, or their interests didn’t align, or they were just too busy to get together regularly. And okay, maybe he hadn’t been making much effort in the dating department, but he had a full life. He stayed busy, he loved his work, he had hobbies and friends and family, and he really didn’t feel like he was missing anything.
And he’d had sex. He enjoyed orgasms. He enjoyed masturbating. He did it often. So maybe he’d only had sex with a handful of people. Okay, maybe less than a handful. Like maybe only two people. But he’d had great sexual experiences with both of them.
He loved all the labels for sexuality now; they hadn’t had that when he was in high school, at least not that he knew of, and he’d always felt like a total misfit because of it. All his friends were always talking about some girl’s tits and pussy (guys were animals in high school), and there he was, sort of playing along but not feeling any desire to “bang” or “turn out” some random girl he didn’t even know. He thought girls were beautiful, and once it was pointed out, he could admire someone’s looks. But he just kind of didn’t notice them on his own.
High school had been a really confusing time for him. He just didn’t see people as sexual beings. Girls would flirt with him, and he missed the signals. His friends would ask why he didn’t hit that, and he’d realize that yes, the girl had been coming onto him, and he totally hadn’t even seen it. He’d hooked up with girls, but he’d mostly faked his enthusiasm. He worried about whose tongue was supposed to go where and whether he was supposed to be touching her and where and what she would expect to happen next. It was stressful, not fun.
So then he’d thought he might be gay. Only he didn’t feel any desire to sleep with random men either. He didn’t look at guys and get turned on. He’d decided to try experimenting with porn. He’d watch straight and gay porn, and he’d been stuck wondering about the logistics of the sex acts or laughing at the improbability of the weird scenarios people play acted. So no answers there. One memorable night he’d gone to a gay bar that only checked IDs when you ordered drinks, so he’d gotten a soda and hooked up with a guy who he had objectively thought was attractive. And it was exactly the same as with girls—nerves and logistics and worrying. It probably wasn’t normal to be cataloging the differences between kissing men and women in your head and making a comparison chart in the middle of the actual kissing. Either way, he hadn’t been turned on.
But he did enjoy masturbating; it felt good and he liked orgasming. And he often imagined people having sex while he did it, and that turned him on, but he didn’t picture himself in his fantasies. Maybe that was weird; he didn’t know. Then he’d stumbled onto sex stories. There were plenty of sites with pornographic stories, and he’d found that some of them really turned him on. He’d read straight and gay porn, and things only got more confusing from there, because he’d gotten off to both. He’d be reading, and not all stories did it for him, but sometimes he’d just suddenly be really horny. It didn’t seem to matter what gender the people in the stories were. And mostly that was him using his imagination—they weren’t actual people.
So he had been stumped about his own sexuality.
It was Greg that sort of shed some light on things. They’d been roommates freshman year of college, and they’d gotten unbelievably close. They did everything together; they had classes together, they ate meals together, they watched TV and went to parties and hung out with the same group of friends. They joked around and laughed and shared about their lives. Gabe had thought of him as his best friend, but he hadn’t thought about him sexually. It just didn’t occur to him.
