If it hadn't been for everything he had witnessed since meeting Mark, Devin would have doubted his sanity...or at least his sobriety at that moment. It hadn't been his first attempt to summon a creature from another realm, but it had been the only successful one. After researching ways to summon demons and finding nothing but the power of prayer as explanation for reaching angels, Devin had used all his resources to gather the items he was told he needed: candles, an athame, salt, and an article of intent which amounted to a piece of parchment with his written desire and blood on it after having focused all of his energy on a goal.

He was meant to be in a place with as little technological interference as possible, but since there was no way for him to reach a natural area where he wouldn't be bothered, the man settled on removing all technology from the apartment bedroom and cutting off all lights before starting the ritual on the floor next to the mattress. Lighting candles around the area while chanting old words of Greek was for drawing natural energy and mixing it with your own, a collection of power. A circle of salt was meant to contain the summoned spirit and protect the summoner who sat outside of it. And finally, the article of intent was offered within the circle to draw the demon's attention.

After the first two failures, the man decided he was doing something wrong and went back to the internet. He didn't find anything different from what he had already read which made him begin to despair. However, a thought occurred to him. It was his article of intent. His intent was to reach Mark so what if instead of simply writing or drawing it out as he was instructed, he actually took something of Mark's and used it. Devin immediately began searching the home. Initially, he brought out the tank top that he had first been loaned and sat down to prepare the ritual again. However, staring at his own blood staining the white fabric from when Krueger had sliced his face, he thought better of it.

That item might unintentionally connect him to Freddy, who was no doubt back in Hell. Taking a few more minutes to think, Devin returned to the living room and retrieved the box cutter from the table where he had left it...the one that Mark had tried to kill himself with. This time, rather than use the athame to cut himself, he used the same blade that had gashed his lover's arm and sent him to the hospital where they met. He then repeated the ritual and this time...it worked.

The circle before him suddenly filled with a grey light that slowly faded around the dark form of a man...no, a demon in the center of the salt. The creature's wings began extending before the last of the energy dissipated, their edges reaching out to fill the length of the room they were in. But as the demon became clearer, Devin realized it was no matter of beast at all... "Mark?" Without waiting for any response, the darker skinned man broke through the salt, throwing his arms around the demon inside, "Mark, it is you!" he cried. "I was...I was so afraid I'd never see you again!"

The demon, taken off guard at the sudden rapture he had been pulled into, stood there for a few moments, silent as his mind caught up to what was happening. He didn't understand at first. All he sensed was another being and knew he hated them...didn't want anyone around except for the one he loved...but when the man rushed toward the danger without thought and hugged him, Mark realized...it was him, the man who had shown him what love was...the man because of whom he'd become an endless pit of rage and obsession. And when he finally knew this, the demon retracted his wings, placing them carefully around the human while finishing the embrace.

"You...didn't forget about me..." Mark breathed.

"Forget?" Devin repeated incredulously as he tore his gaze from the demon's chest to look up at him, "Never. I've been trying to find you."

The demon's hold on the man tightened, "I have missed you...so much."

"And I, you," the human choked through a cheerful sob. "I don't know where to begin."

"I do," Mark returned, his blue eyes glowing as he peered down at the man in his arms whose expression was happy yet confused.

Without warning, the demon grasped tightly onto Devin's shoulders, spinning them around before throwing the human onto the mattress behind them. Startled by the abrupt action, Devin lifted himself to sit on the bed, watching curiously as Mark stepped through the other side of the salt-circle, ignoring the minor burning as he did so...the summoner having broken the majority of the protection by lunging himself through it upon seeing the creature within.

The demon approached without a smile, causing his intended's heart rate to pick up, momentarily wondering if the man he had loved was indeed still the same person after his reincarnation. "Mark?" the man whispered, only to be met with cold fingertips on his lips as a pale mouth shushed him.

"Relax," Mark smiled, leaning down into the human on the bed, slowly crawling up onto it himself and making Devin lower further backward, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Devin grinned, understanding the demon's intention and simply laid down, awaiting his lover's touch. To Mark, the human's dark eyes shone as much as his own at that moment and he longed to just stare into them forever...but that possessive spirit that had grown inside him during his time in Hell, wanted to tear the man's clothing from him and claim him for his own. Fighting this aggression, he instead closed his eyes and planted his lips firmly onto Devin's to remind him of that beautiful taste he had encountered when the man had pecked him by surprise. Except this time...the kiss was long and passionate.

The demon opened his lips more, prompting the man beneath him to do the same as he threw arms around his chest, awkwardly brushing his finger against leathery wings. It wasn't enough...not just for the carnal beast, but for the lustful human as well. Devin pushed into the kiss, forcing his tongue inside his lover who instantly reciprocated. With his inhumanity giving him strength slightly greater than the human, Mark pushed back, sucking and then biting his lover's lower lip. The man groaned in pleasure at the gentle nip, his hands finding their way down the black suit covering the dark creature's body and finding the button of his pants.

In response, Mark smirked, raising back onto his knees and quickly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and throwing both it and his jacket down onto his arms, letting Devin pull the clothes off the rest of the way. Then, as the human trailed his fingers across the outline of Mark's chest and stomach, the demon bore down on him again, grabbing hold of the thin tshirt Devin wore and ripping it from his body. Devin smiled wildly at the pure lust in the other man's actions, once more reaching for his pants and this time, succeeding in undoing them to reveal that the demon's desire showed through all the way to his most intimate parts.

Likewise, Mark inched away so that he could remove the jeans his lover wore. Devin lifted his hips from the bed to help in that goal, but his hands had found their place on the demon's hardness, gently stroking him...distracting him from his intention. Fumbling with Devin's pants, the demon became aggravated, growling loudly before clutching onto either side of the man's hips and yanking the clothing away so forcefully that it tore. Devin fought with his feet to creep the jeans the rest of the way off before shaking them off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

As Mark fell down upon the man again, he reached toward his groin to take hold of himself, easing his digit between Devin's legs, separating his skin to find where to enter him. The human pushed himself upward, grabbing hold of the demon's face and pulling him into another passionate kiss before the demon forced him back upon the bed and thrust his hips forward. Devin moaned when his lover finally connected with him, grabbing onto his wings at his shoulders as he braced his body to let the demon finish going inside.

Then, Mark fell back onto his knees, reaching down and curling his fingers around Devin's own hard, grasping tightly as he took in the expression of pleasure that crossed the man's face as he did so. Gently pushing in and pulling out of the human at first while stroking him in an identical motion, the demon soon found that he wanted more...no, they both wanted more. Understanding the subtle changes in his lover's face as he moved, he increased his speed, rolling his hips to feel inside the man, remove himself, and be inside again, in a rapid cycle that made his core tense. He likewise matched the motion of his hand to please his partner in equal time.

Devin's hands trailed Mark's body, his own body tightening all the while with each push, each pull, each stroke...the movements came faster, drawing moans and sighs from both the demon and the human as both neared climax. Devin's hands stopped tickling his lover's body and instead clutched at his sides as he softly begged the demon to keep going. Even though his hand was tiring, his body weakening as he achieved release and filled the human's body, Mark continued rubbing without slowing until finally, Devin came as well, the orgasm obvious through the liquid spraying the demon's stomach and the thankful expression on the human's face.

Both their bodies weak from the long-awaited experience, they simultaneously pulled themselves away from each other and then crawled up to the pillows at the head of the bed. There, they rested, holding onto each other tightly, ignoring how drenched in sweat they were. Instead, they simply caught their breath as they turned to stare into each other's eyes.

"You'll stay, won't you?" Devin asked when he could finally speak.

The demon leaned forward and kissed the man's forehead, "Of course. There is nowhere else I'd ever want to be. There's nothing better than being with you."

The human smiled and curled into his lover, "I'll do anything to keep you then."

Mark dropped his gaze to the man laying with him, "What do you mean?"

Devin looked up, "I figure there has to be some sort of catch...for you being here. Krueger had to feed on the fearful spirits of children...what do you think you'd need?"

The demon's eyes flashed as he blinked, "I...I don't know. But you're right, from what I do know, there will be something...some sort of nourishment."

"Well," Devin smiled, "We'll figure it out. Perhaps we will get lucky and this is all you need right here," he patted his lover's chest.

Mark grinned, "Are you saying you hope I'm an incubus?"

"There's no harm in wishing," he answered.

And then both of the creatures laughed, their spirits at last at peace in knowing they could be together now and always.

"I love you, Mark...I mean that."

"I love you too, Devin...I've never felt like this before."

"Me neither."