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Chapter 7

The half day off was rather nice, if anyone asked Corey. The small motel hidden away and mostly used by hookers was perfect to lay low in it and catch some rest. Even the noise did not bother the demon. He had to sleep in much louder and worse surroundings before. And a comfy bed with a lot of pillows in a dark room was perfect for his tiredness.

His dreams were messed up between his past battles he had to fight and visions of the forthcoming future with the angel breed by his side. And even the others from the self-gathered family he had appeared in his dreams.

All in all, he slept that deep and long sleep with such realistic dreams without any alcohol a long time ago. Maybe it’s been centuries... And it all resulted in a very dizzy suddenly sitting up demon, moaning and yawning as he looked at his pair beside him. There was already deep darkness outside.

"Evening," Matt pulled the earplugs from his big ears, a small smile playing on his lips since he found the confused demon cute like that. "Was listening to your songs and was trying to memorize the guitar parts," he said. "Busy dreams?" he asked, letting his eyes drink in the nice sight of Corey. It was good to look at him.

He himself couldn't sleep much, just took a short nap as he felt kinda restless and his muscles a bit achy. Also he could sense some of Corey's dreams. Not see what they were about, but feeling that they were hectic. That was partly the reason why he started listening to the songs and trying to mimic the guitar parts with his fingers. It distracted him enough and it also helped to practice in some form.

"You okay? Care to share the dreams?" he asked interested on his deep voice.

"They were... omens... You get those too, no? Just everyday happenings mashed together. And they will happen sometime in the near future," Corey mumbled on a raspy voice.

"You are very... practical... I guess," Corey smiled looking the angel over. "Asian angel... I would never have thought that you will be my... doom," Corey tried to joke again. Not sure how it would go down with Matt. "I really love it, though... And would love to have you play with us on stage... Coffee and some cake?"

"Yes, often the omens saved me from being caught in the past year," he nodded, remembering how many close calls he had while fleeing his chasers. "I hope not too bad omens, though..." he frowned a bit, but that smoothed out quickly as he focused on staying open to Corey.

"I am practical, not denying it. I know it can be a pain in the ass at times. To Paolo's advice, I'll try to be... less like that," he chuckled a bit with a shrug then it was time for him to blush, feeling just how much Corey loved the fact that he was Asian – or at least half.

"Yes... as I said, my mother was Japanese. I'm glad you like it so much... And likewise. Wouldn't have thought that I'll be mated to such a... smoking hot demon, to be honest," he mumbled, even his ears starting to turn red, but he didn't mind as he nearly shyly smiled at Corey.

"I'd love to play with you guys too. I missed playing. For obvious reasons I couldn't do that for a year or so. And yes, thanks. Sounds good. We still have a little time before we have to leave for the club."

"Now that I am not called often," Corey laughed a bit nervously and similarly red. "Of course Goldie called me many things back in the days... Yeah… sorry," he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah I order some… Have any favorite cake? Maybe we should get to know each other like that too. I mean... maybe we will have now some peace and you are not dying and I have my powers..."

"Maybe I should ask Paolo to start calling you those things next time he joins us..." Matt wiggled his brows, feeling a bit more relaxed. It was nice to slowly start joking and he agreed.

"Yeah, I guess it would make things easier between us if we got to know each other. And frankly, I love all kind of cakes and food. Even if it doesn't show, I love to eat, though didn't have much money for it lately so it shows a bit, I guess," he shrugged. And yeah, he was thinner than usual, but maybe now he was going to be able to get some regular meals. "What's your favorite? You can order it," he encouraged Corey.

"Asian angel who loves to eat... I think I'm lucky after all… And yeah… well... maybe Russian cream cake for the dried fruits and vodka in it," Corey giggled picking the phone up.

He ended up ordering some peanut and chocolate cream cake and two lattes. "I don't think you will starve anymore. We make money from the performances and I'm old enough to have savings… And of course... as you put it… Daddy Dearest is a someone all over the three words. So Earthly money is not a problem..."

Matt couldn't stop a short chuckle from the way Corey worded his reply. "I'm glad to hear. As I said earlier, I don't want to be a burden or be a freeloader on your neck. I'd like to help out and earn my place among you guys. The band is going to places, I can tell. The songs are good. If you'll be open to it, I could contribute in writing some for you. Maybe I could also write down some lyric ideas later. Your music is quite inspiring, to be honest."

"How did you end up playing and singing?" he asked while letting his fingers play with an earplug, keeping his black eyes on Corey.

"I was here as a teen. And was hunted by many. Me and my brothers. And as I learned about this world and learned how to fight... I also learned that traveling musicians are more open and kind people. So they hid me and taught me to play guitar and sing and such. I think I've been on the road ever since. It’s been a few hundred years already. It all sounds crazy…" Corey shrugged with a frown as he thought more about how strange his life turned out.

"We all add our own to the songs. So your ideas are welcomed also," he continued with a smile. Just then a silent knock on the door signaled that the coffee arrived.

"So you're a real vagabond with a life on the road," Matt smiled and climbed out of bed as he had more clothes on to go to the door, stopping only by his jeans to take out his last few bucks and give it to the guy at the door.

Walking back in his tee and boxers, he sat down on the bed with the package and gave Corey his share. "I actually learned the basics of playing thanks to a friend of my mom. I was very little, but then later on I picked up things along the road. To be honest, I always enjoyed rock music very much, even if some of my sisters and brothers thought that 'it is the Devil's music'. Is it?" he joked with a slightly playful look from over the edge of his paper cup then took a sip. Yes, this was definitely better than fighting or pulling up their walls...

"Yeah I think so. Usually it is about being free and follow what you feel. That is more the dark boss’ way than the strict narcissistic dude’s," the demon said and thanked the nicely boxed package.

He opened it like a true expert on cheap motel cakes. "Looks good… Not smeared over the box’s walls... Smells fresh too…" Corey mumbled then looked up at Matt's frown. "Sorry… Stopped the inspection. But it tastes good too," he giggled after trying a bite.

"I start to see that you're right about that," Matt said, reminding himself that he wasn't playing for his old team now so he could agree with Corey on that. Living like that was truly freer.

"No worries. I'm sure you had bad experiences with motel cakes," he chuckled and took a bite of his own with a pleased agreeing hum. And for a while they stayed silent, just stealing glimpses of each other while eating in a much better mood for a change.

***

The show was great. The band had a nice flow going. Teasing each other around. Especially Paolo and Corey, to Joe's utter enjoyment.

Time after time the demon glimpsed to the side at his pair with a smile or wink. The mixed breed of creatures went wild and it was a great success.

After everything the club threw a small backstage party. Many demon and angel breed girls tried to get close to them, especially to the clearly high level demon.

"It's worse if they know who I am. Some can sense it from my powers. Like one of your sisters could…" Corey said low as he pulled Matt with him to the back corner. "We stay half an hour then go over to your room," the demon whispered into Paolo's head.

Matt was still buzzing with the excitement and energies of the concert. They were good. Very good up on the stage and it was clear to the whole underground club. During the songs Matt found himself longing to play with them, which manifested in wiping his hands in his jeans and trying to focus more on returning the smiles and watching Corey and Paolo tease the shit out of each other. It even made Matt chuckle a few times.

"No wonder. You're radiating power..." Matt licked his own bottom lip. He could practically taste that power on his tongue while standing so close to Corey. "You were awesome, by the way. Hot too..." he cleared his throat and glimpsed around with a slight blush.

"As you wish, Boss man!" Paolo giggled in return, but actually speaking the words, confusing Matt a bit.

"What's he talking about?" the curly angel asked and took a sip from his beer.

"He talks about that I'm always right," Corey smiled smugly and pulled Matt close with one arm. "Would you mind if these... very classy women thought that you're… gay for the demon front man of the band?" he asked looking deep and searching into the black eyes.

Chuckling as Matt didn't believe a word Corey said, he let the demon prince pull him closer than one would with just a friend. Inhaling slowly, Matt's mind started to race from the question, but before he could overthink it, he shook his head with a slightly dirty smile. "No. I wouldn't mind..." And to emphasize that, he slid a hand to Corey's side to rest it on his waist, leaving nearly no space between their bodies. "Would youmind?" he outright flirted back.

"Nah… I don't care about who thinks what. But I want to piss them off…" Corey moved closer and nuzzled his nose to Matt's face wearing a dirty grin. "I love to play music and sing but I don't like that rock star thing that comes with it. And the needy... ladies…" he giggled pulling Matt closer, so the slimmer body was pressed to his.

"So you're not fond of being the front man... I get it, I guess," he hummed, nuzzling his body a bit against the demon. "I'm all on board with pissing them off a bit if you don't want them to stick to you. Most probably they want you only because of your powers and who you are, I guess... But you are already taken..." he murmured returning that grin and with that leaned in to kiss Corey on the mouth, sliding his long arms around his neck and back.

The shocked whispers spread around like wild fire in the room. But Corey only smiled into the deep kiss, stroking down the long back of his angel. Indeed he was taken and he was more than happy about it.

"We’re sorry people, but we have to hit the road. You all were amazing. Thank you so much for the show!" Paolo shouted through the crowd.

Finishing the kiss, Matt smirked at Corey's plump lips too and gently sucked the bottom into his mouth for a moment before pulling back enough to slide an arm around the demon, ready to do as Paolo "suggested". He could feel how pleased Corey was and for a change, Matt just felt happy about it in return.

"Come on, let's leave them with their shock and broken hearts," he said and stroked Corey's side to make them move.

Soon the van's door closed behind them, all their gear packed in already. Matt was still giggling a bit as he cracked two beers open from a cooler while they were heading towards the motel, Paolo driving. "I just wished I could've seen their faces," Matt smirked, handing a beer to Corey.

"Yeah I love it. Hopefully it will spread around and they leave me alone," Corey laughed taking the beer.

"Don't worry, the pieces of the broken hearts were tingling across the floor like shattered glass. It was loud too…" That was Paolo commenting as they got closer to the motel.

***

After checking into their own room, Corey and Matt went over to the other three band members to continue the party on their own.

"Come on… I want to hear you sing," Corey said as he escorted his angel to the room where the others already set up some guitars and equipment.

He just couldn't get his hand off of Matt's back or side. Somewhere deep inside him a new feeling started to wake up. Probably because Matt showed more that he was accepting him... But he started to long for the angel in a more predatory way...

Not minding the frequent touches and looks from Corey, Matt was easing up some more in the company of the band. He was still amused from the scene in the club and also had a few beers that helped too.

The mood was nice in the room while the guys did some jamming and talking then Corey's suggestion about Matt singing earned some loud agreeing comments, making the half-breed blush a bit.

"Alright, alright. Just don't kick me out if I'm terrible in your opinion. I'm a bit rusty and not warmed up either," he said with a grin as he cleared his throat and got up to walk over to take Joe's guitar. Strumming it a bit he tried to decide which song to play and sing then his face lit up. "How about a classic? Master of Puppets?" he asked, sure that the guys knew that Metallica song by heart.

"Hell yeah! Bring it on!" Brent smirked, picking up a pair of his drumsticks – one pair was usually with him all the time to drum out stuff whenever it came to him – and looked around to find something to drum on.

"Fitting choice!" Paolo giggled with a dirty smirk as he picked up his bass too.

Matt just shrugged and played a few riffs from the song to warm up his fingers while the others got ready. Then it was time to start... And with some nervous excitement, Matt opened his mouth and started the well-known lyrics...

Corey sat back with his arms folded across his wide chest and watched his band play and how Matt fitted into it all. They looked good. The tall dark-haired Asian angel in front looked great. And sounded good too. He was pleased with how they all sounded as a band.

"Good, good... Let’s see how we work it together. I do the roars," he said picking up a microphone too and joined in the rhythm.

Although Matt was concentrating on his playing and singing, sometimes glimpsing down on his long fingers which were dancing on the fret boards more and more easily as they got warmed up and he was getting lost in the music, he could still feel Corey's eyes on him and also his approval. He seemed to genuinely like them... like Matt's singing, which in turn made the angel blush a bit and also feel more confident.

He just nodded to Corey's suggestion and continued playing and singing, feeling when the buff man picked up where they were. Then the first deep roar came and Matt's fingers nearly slipped on the strings as a nice shiver ran down his spine. Demon roars – which should have had a completely different effect on him, but they were Corey's roars, complimenting his own voice very fucking nicely. Also their roars sounded quite similar too.

Yeah, the fact that the angel spawn’s roaring sounded just like him, the Price of Darkness, was very amusing to Corey as well.

As they went deeper into the song, the way they sounded pleased the demon more and more. And it could be felt that the others were improving too.

"Dude... That sounded amazing as hell," Paolo grinned from ear to ear as they finished up the song.

"Damn right! Dude, I dig your voice and playing!" Joe cheered too, emphasizing his words with drinking from his beer.

"I agree. It was sick," Brent flipped a drumstick in the air. "We might have a new front man, if da king agrees," he winked at Matt, who blushed even more from the praising words, although he knew he'd still have to work a lot on his singing and playing.

"Thanks. I also think that we sounded quite nice as a band. What are your thoughts?" he turned maybe a bit shyly to Corey, Matt's thumb rubbing against the neck of the guitar.

"Yeah, I love it… And I wouldn't mind to pass over the front man duties, if you would accept that. I will do the guitar and roaring beside you," Corey smiled wide, hoping a little that Matt would accept. And also that they would wrap up the band meeting and can get to bed... Soon...

It was clear from Corey's eyes and vibes that he was hopeful and was speaking the truth, which relaxed Matt even more and he let himself feel good about all this. Thinking for a sec he finally nodded with a little smile too.

"Yes, we could share..." he said just that, his words thick with double meaning and well... innuendo as his eyes shifted to one bald guardian angel for a split second before returning to Corey's as Matt put the guitar down then moved to his beer to finish it.

Corey's answering look told him everything he needed to know, even without the bond. And after another beer and chatting, they soon found themselves in the other room, kissing and taking off clothes while waiting for said other angel to show up...