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Porsche couldn’t end up anywhere near Heaven, he knew it for sure. He dies and goes straight to Hell with flying colors. And he murmurs to himself, “I preferred the reincarnation theory,” while two tall men are bringing him somewhere.
“Would you like to become a stone?”
This cold voice makes Porsche shrug and look around. The man in front of him smirks in a mischievous way. His shoulders are broad and thick, his haircut is pretty neat, and his half-unbuttoned shirt shows the bare skin. Fuck, this man is beautiful. Not man, of course, a demon.
“Why the hell should I become a stone?” Porsche squints.
“Such a sinner would definitely reincarnate into a stone. And as much as I’ve read from your profile, you wouldn’t like to be a stone.”
“You’ve read my profile, huh? Who are you? My personal demon? Supervisor? Torturer?”
“My name is Kinn. I can torture you if you want. I can teach you if you want. But, basically, you will just take my orders.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I will turn you into a stone.”
Porsche scratches the back of his head and says, “Well, yeah, I wouldn’t like that. What do you mean by torturing me if I want to? How could I want to be tortured?”
“You’ll catch up later.”
The man gives him a nasty smile, and Porsche rolls his eyes. At this moment, he realizes, he’s in Hell, this is a demon, Porsche should be in terror, but he’s not.
There is nothing scary about the man, but a lot of interesting.
He can teach, he can torture, and he gives orders. Sounds pretty hot if you ask Porsche.
Hell is not the same as they tell in Western fairytales such as the Bible. In fact, nobody tortures Porsche, nobody teaches him anything either, and nobody pays attention to him because Hell is basically overcrowded.
Despite that, Porsche learned a thing or two about locals. There are two brothers in Hell: Kinn and Tankhun. Kinn is a busy one, Tankhun is a crazy one. Kinn always sends someone to Earth to seduce innocent souls. Tankhun just runs parties for demons he likes. He has some magical device to turn on music.
And it’s the only thing that can play music in the whole Hell! All the time, they listen to the background sound of screaming, scratching, and diabolical laughter. Sounds pretty much like Hell. They say it’s Vegas' department. And some demons are eager to be transferred there.
By and large, Porsche likes being down there. At least it’s way better than he expected. But he wants to join the party, and Tankhun doesn’t even notice him.
It’s okay. Porsche knows how to draw attention to himself.
Step one: find out what it is — the device that plays music.
Step two: sneak into Tankhun’s territory.
Step three: steal his magic casket.
Step four: get punished.
Okay, the fourth step wasn’t planned but was pretty predictable.
“Well, well, well,” Kinn gives Porsche an inquisitive look. “You upset my brother, why?”
“He had music.”
“So what?”
“I wanted some music.”
“You could have asked him.”
“He ignored me!”
“Now he noticed you, now I noticed you.” Kinn touches his chin just with his fingertips.
“Aren’t you afraid that I will send you to Vegas?”
“I’m pretty sure, you want to do all the dirty work yourself.” Porsche is definitely bluffing. He knows nothing about Kinn, but, oh God, it works.
Kinn leans in and smiles.
“You have no idea.”
And then he grabs Porsche by the waist and bites him in the neck. At one point, Porsche thinks Kinn is a fucking vampire, but Kinn licks and kisses his bare skin. Porsche squeaks, freezes, feels weird awkward arousal and whispers, “Is that the punishment? Turning me into gay?”
“Aren’t you gay already?” Kinn smirks.
“I am bi. But if you continue, I may become gay.”
Well, okay, Porsche is a bit of a whore, and he doesn’t mind when handsome men try to fuck him. Even if it’s so offensive.
Porsche can guess that it’s not a general rule to punish anyone with the boss' dick in the ass, and Kinn does it so well, so nasty and rough. Porsche wants more, more and more, but he can’t even get a chance to see him a lot. Kinn is so busy all the time. And Porsche even thinks that it’s his tactic to get rid of attention from ex «one night stands».
That is why Porsche decides to attract his attention through bad behavior. The thing is, Porsche has some kind of a talent for making trouble. He does his best to annoy people even if he doesn’t want to annoy them purposely. And if Porsche wants to annoy people, he can just…
Beat up Vegas' brother.
Steal a hellhound.
Start a fire.
“How the fuck did you burn out your room? We’re in Hell. Everything is in flames here!” exclaims Kinn.
“Well, technically, there are several types of flame in Hell…” explains Porsche.
“Shut the fuck up. And bring Lucy back.”
“Who is Lucy?”
“My hellhound!”
“Oh… It’s yours…”
Porsche doesn’t even have time to ask why the hellhound is called Lucy. Kinn makes everyone disappear from his chambers, and then he dangerously approaches Porsche. And then Porsche is being punished in the best way he could imagine: on his fours and with a big fantastic dick in his ass.
That's how Porsche finds out the rule. You make trouble, you get fucked by the most handsome man in Hell. Porsche can't imagine how many people Kinn punishes this way, but Porsche was the greatest troublemaker among his friends back then on Earth, and he can become the greatest here.
As a junior demon, Porsche needs to do his average job — to turn souls into evil so they end up in Hell. He does it with a partner — Pete. Pete, actually, said that they were not partners, that Pete was Porsche’s supervisor, but at the end of the first day, Pete hugged him and called Porsche his buddy. That’s how they became demonic besties.
Porsche really likes Pete. They have the same energy of everyone’s pain in the ass. And it should be perfect for two demons working together unless it isn’t. As an older one, Pete has a locket, which can teleport their owner to Earth and back. As an idiot, Porsche likes to touch everything he finds curious. Two seconds with the locket, and they are stuck on Earth till the end of time.
It’s not like Porsche is very clumsy. He’s able to fight well, he can make some awesome drinks, and he is a talented dancer, but when it comes to crucial situations he always gets something broken.
He just wanted to check if they can go to Las Vegas with the help of this thing. And here they are. In the middle of nowhere with no opportunity to get help.
“Well, at least it was fun,” smiles Porsche looking around. They are at a crossroads, and Pete looks pretty annoyed. “Where are we?”
“I have no idea. But you can prepare to start a life on Earth because our people won’t be able to track us down.”
“Huh, why is that?” wonders Porsche.
“Because they could only track down the locket, and now it’s broken, you idiot.”
“Not a big deal, right? They’ll find us.”
“Oh, Vegas will find you,” promises Pete. “You won’t like it.”
Porsche huffs.
“Kinn won’t send me to Vegas, he will close me in his bedroom.”
“Why would he close you in his bedroom?” Pete raises his brows, and only now Porsche realizes that it’s not a common thing to be punished with amazing sex. “Anyway, even if he didn’t send you to Vegas, Vegas would come after you himself.”
“Ha! He doesn’t give a shit about who I am.”
“He does give a shit about who I am. And he won’t be pleased once he finds out that you kidnapped me to Earth.”
“Kidnapped!” Porsche tries to look as scandalized as he can. “Me? No way!”
“It doesn’t matter, Porsche. I am his pet. I am his favorite pet. Do you remember how pissed Kinn was when you stole Lucy?”
“Yeah… I was punished,” Porsche grins.
“And now you will be punished by Vegas. Have you ever been to his department?”
“Only heard…” Literally. And Porsche didn’t like those sounds. “What did you mean by being his pet? You’re a demon, not a hellhound.”
“I am his pet, his hedgehog, his demon. Whatever he wants. You don’t refuse demons like Vegas.”
Porsche sees the blink of fear in Pete’s eyes but doesn’t comment on it. If Pete, Vegas' favorite, is afraid of him, anyone else should be in terror. Definitely.
“Well, we'll figure something out," promises Porsche.
“You better will. It's not me in trouble, it's you."
“Not if he would think that you wanted to run away." Porsche approaches him and smiles.
“I will never leave my master."
“I thought you were working for Kinn."
“Kinn is my boss, and Vegas is my master."
“And are you sure that your master knows you'd never leave?"
“Fuck you, Porsche."
“You aren't."
“Stop looking so smug, you're in trouble too," huffs Pete.
“Not the only one. Do you want to go to your master, Pete?"
“Of course I do!"
But Pete looks nervous, and Porsche can definitely say that he saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes before.
“We can… you know… to hang out here?" offers Porsche.
Pete doesn't look fond of the situation, he frowns but gives up, “A little rest wouldn't be harmful. And I will tell them that it was all your fault and you kidnapped me."
Porsche raises his hands. “Okay, okay. But I promise, after this journey, you will never tell anyone that I kidnapped you because I will be your best bro ever."
“You wish," Pete crosses his arms.
“Come on, we're in a hurry."
Porsche starts walking along the road.
“Where are we heading?" asks Pete, keeping up.
“To Vegas. And it's not your beloved master, it's better. We are going to Las Vegas. You'll enjoy it."
Demon magic can be very powerful, but it depends on your skills and experience. It is also for the strong-willed demons, and everyone tells Porsche that his spirit is weak.
Pete, on the other hand, is an experienced one. Not a high-level demon, a lot of tools are not available for him, but he is good enough.
Pete is capable of changing appearances, forging fake documents, sneaking somewhere without anyone’s noticing. So, when they try to catch a ride, they look like nice European girls. When they arrive in town, they look like themselves and buy bus tickets with fake money. They are in the US, and they both speak English with no accent (of course, with Pete’s little help). They get on a plane with the tickets they, of course, have, and several hours after, they are in Las Vegas. No torture, just freedom and enjoyment.
And they look like rich, well-educated men.
“Just don’t talk too much, so they would think that we have some degrees.”
Porsche is offended. He literally finished university. It was not easy for him because he worked simultaneously, but he wasn’t the worst student ever.
Porsche and Pete enter one of the biggest casinos they can find.
For the next five days, they are partying, drinking, losing fake money, and even winning something.
Life is perfect if it is, actually, an afterlife.
Unfortunately, the afterlife can be perfect only temporarily. Especially if you are a Hell citizen. Porsche would be happy if Kinn found him and punished him somewhere against the wall. Kinn doesn't find him. Vegas finds.
“You fucker,” the first thing Vegas says while Porsche tries to get away from the tight grip on his neck. ”You stole my pet, and, believe me, you will regret that.”
What Porsche doesn't expect is Pete standing up for him. Porsche was pretty sure that Pete was afraid of his master. But here they are: Porsche trying to breathe and Pete screaming, “Let him go!”
Vegas doesn't listen. He never cared about anyone's opinion, after all.
“Let him go, or I will never be your pet again!”
Porsche is convinced that Pete doesn't have a choice, but Vegas releases him in an instant.
“Maybe it's you who wanted to escape?” whispers Vegas, and Pete takes a step back.
The next moment, Pete is slammed into the wall, and Porsche is ready to fight. He has no chance against this kind of demon, but he won’t let him bully his friend.
“If I wanted to escape, you would never see me again,” says Pete.
“Really?” Vegas chuckles.
“Listen, dude,” starts Porsche. “If we were trying to hide, we wouldn’t just hang out in Las Vegas, right?”
“You would,” says Vegas. “You both pretty dumb.”
“Of course I’m dumb!” screams Pete. “Only a dumb guy would fall for a monster like you!” And then Pete just kisses him.
Porsche watches them taken aback. Vegas doesn’t mind, he obviously likes to claim his ownership of Pete. Pete, meanwhile, waves his hand to send Porsche a signal, “Leave, now!”
At first, Porsche doesn’t obey because where can he go? Alone, without a home and Pete? Then he realizes what Vegas will do to him. All these screams from his department. Porsche starts to move back slowly.
“And where are we going?” he hears from behind.
Porsche turns around and sees Kinn. A smile of relief appears on his lips instantly.
Kinn looks annoyed, Kinn looks furious, but he’s better than Vegas. Maybe Porsche will be fucked for days in the most brutal ways, but he can cope with that. He may even like that.
Kinn won’t kill him, at least. And Porsche doesn’t want to know what happens if you die after death.
“Look, what you need now is calm down,” starts Porsche with an apologetic smile.
“Calm down? Me?” Kinn raises his brows.
“Yeah. It is crucial to have a healthy communication in the team. And we are the team, right?”
“Are we?”
“Of course! You are the boss, I am your employee…“
“I am the demon, and you are an idiot.”
“Fair enough,” exhales Porsche and approaches him closely. “Are you going to punish me?”
“I am not,” replies Kinn, grabbing his chin. “It seems to me that you don’t understand a thing after punishments and behave worse and worse each time.”
“What will you do to me then?”
“I will transfer you to the Vegas’ department. You like Vegas, don’t you? He will teach you all sorts of tortures. Sometimes right on you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Vegas' voice sounds pretty pleased. “At first, you will want to puke because of all the things you're doing, but then you will get used to it. Ripping off someone’s skin may be really fascinating.”
“Please, don’t give me to Vegas,” whispers Porsche.
“You escaped from Hell,” Kinn reminds him.
“We broke the locket…”
“You broke the locket!” interferes Pete.
“Well, thank you, I was thinking you were my best friend,” huffs Porsche.
“Of course, you broke the locket,” says Kinn. “Who else could it be?” He examines Porsche. “I’m tired of your antics,” he exhales. “You think it’s funny?”
“I haven’t done it on purpose!”
“I thought I would never see you again.”
That’s not what you expect to hear from a high-range demon. Porsche stares at him in disbelief.
“Why do you care?”
“Everyone knows that he’s in love with you, idiot,” says Vegas.
“Kinn…” Porsche says it in almost a whisper.
“Now you belong to the Vegas' department,” says Kinn, and the next second, he vanishes in the air.
Porsche turns back to the others.
“Once you’re banished from Kinn’s department, you never come back.” Vegas gives him a nasty smirk, and Pete looks almost faulty, even though he did nothing wrong.
“You just said he’s in love with me.”
“That was before he got disappointed in you.”
“I still have a chance.”
“Maybe,” Vegas shrugs. “But take a note that he killed his ex-lover.”
Is Porsche surprised by this statement? Not really. Is Vegas trustworthy? Definitely not. Is it still scary? Yes, yes and yes. Porsche is horrified. He doesn’t want to know the details. And he will never ask Kinn about it, even if he has an opportunity.
“Well, now you’re mine, Porsche. You don’t have to be afraid of Kinn anymore,” Vegas gives him a weird maniac smile. “Now I am your boss, and I am your family.”
“My boss,” Porsche rolls his eyes. “Catch me, my boss.”
And then Porsche just runs. From the demon, who is able to teleport, yeah. Well, Porsche was always very brave but not very clever. Even he, himself, admits it.
“What the hell are you doing?” screams Pete. The best part of this kind of action is its unpredictability. No one even follows him because they think he’s an idiot. And Porsche may be an idiot, but he runs for his life, and that means something.
At least, he hopes so.
Well, it was a bad idea.
Porsche accepts it only when he is tied up and in Hell. Moreover, in the Vegas' department.
“Are you sure you want to give him to me?” asks Vegas, crossing his arms and smirking.
“Definitely,” says Kinn. His facial expression is unreadable.
“Then let me talk to you for the last time!” exhales Porsche. “In private.”
Kinn and Vegas exchange looks, and then Kinn nods. Vegas leaves even though it’s his own territory.
“I’m in love with you too,” says Porsche.
“Is that why you escaped?”
“I didn’t mean to escape. I just wanted to go to Las Vegas! Not forever, you know.”
“And why do I have to believe you?”
“I’m in love with you too,” repeats Porsche quietly.
“Stop lying!”
“Okay! But I definitely like you more than Vegas!”
“Then you shouldn’t have been such a troublemaker.”
“I liked the punishment…” Porsche looks down at his feet. “Yeah, I am a troublemaker, but the punishment was so good. It inspired me for new dumb ideas…”
“Don’t make me responsible for your behavior.”
“But you think that my behavior is hot! I bet you don’t punish the others with your dick.”
“How do you know?”
“Vegas kinda sold you out. When he said, you’re in love with me.”
Kinn still looks indifferent.
“Come on!” pleads Porsche. “I will never run away from you… again.”
“You disappointed me, Porsche.”
“How long haven’t you been to Earth busy with all your boss stuff?”
“It doesn’t mat-”
“It does! Earth is beautiful. And, of course, I miss it. Let me take you out on a date somewhere in Bangkok. I will show you what you’re overlooking.”
“Let you go to Earth so you can run away one more time.”
“I will not! Not without you. We can escape together. Just for a week, let someone deal with your business while you’re on vacation.”
Porsche knows he can be adorable, even adorkable, but it usually works for him. And if Kinn really feels something…. God, what a great opportunity! Porsche could become the main boss' husband and tell Vegas to fuck off.
Actually, Porsche can’t consider himself as a person who is able to enter a marriage of convenience, but if it’s Kinn… Dangerous, cruel hottie… Fuck yes.
Even a thought of it could make Porsche hard.
“Stop smiling like you’re not in trouble,” says Kinn.
“Oh, sorry, I just imagined how I would marry you for convenience.”
“You’re pretty dumb, you know?”
“But you still like me,” Porsche gives him a wider smile. “If I was your husband, would you spoil me?”
“You’re banished from my department and thinking about marriage?”
“Well, you will start missing me. In a couple of days or in a week, but you will come back for me and…”
And Kinn just leaves the room. Taken aback, Porsche quickly tries to come up with something to scream to this jerk, but Kinn returns even quicker. He exhales desperately, makes the ropes disappear, grabs Porsche by hand, and pulls him.
“Already miss me?”
“Shut up.”
~
“I have one condition,” whispers Kinn pinning Porsche to the wall in his room.
“Which one?”
“You’re not making trouble just to drive my attention. If you want my attention, you just come here.”
“Whenever I want?”
“Whenever you want.”
“You know that not all of the things I’ve done were out of attention seeking?”
“I know. Just stop trying extra.”
“If I promise you that, will you kiss me already?”
Kinn smiles and kisses him.
Everyone is joking about them being silly in love, but Porsche doesn’t care. Even Kinn doesn’t care. They just enjoy themselves and their little affair.
Porsche feels pretty happy.
And when several years after Kinn asks him, “Would you like to marry me for convenience?”, Porsche answers, “I would like to marry you for love.”