Many humans believe that demons don't age, but that's not true. He's grown. The demon underneath me is not a child. His slender hands are tangled in my hair, his nails stained black like my own. My hands are busy holding onto his shoulders as if I'm afraid he'll float away any moment. A part of me is. Our lips are pressed together, moving slowly and passionately against each other. The tip of my tongue brushes over his and he likes it. His tongue slips in to find mine again and they rub against each other gently.
The air around us is hot and thick and stinks of human waste. We don't even notice at this moment. We're surrounded by dumpsters and trash cans, but none of that matters. I'm happy to be there because he's there too and in my arms. After a while, our lips part, but we're still close enough to feel his breath on my lips. He's panting and one of my hands slide down to feel his chest expand and contract. Then, something slips through his lips that isn't his tongue.

"I love you." He whispers. His eyes are closed as he says this, his lips curved up in what seems like a permanent smile. He knows the weight of his words and he's not ashamed of them. I don't say anything and he knows I won't. His interest is already turned down the alleyway, those mismatched eyes fixated on the horizon between the skyscrapers. "It's almost dawn." His words are heavy, even though he says them almost every morning. His hands have moved from my hair so he can wrap his arms around my neck.

As a demon, the young master needs to feed on human souls. He has no problem with this and he's even had prey that didn't mind my presence. Other humans feel cornered and threatened by me. It's understandable. The young master is sworn to obey them. He won't go against a contract because it means letting a meal get away. Those humans know I am bound by no such bond. They fear that, in a fight, he would side with me. I'm starting to wonder if that fear isn't true. In the past, I simply excused myself to the shadows, only making myself present when the young master needed me. With this last contract, however, he's ordered me to do things a bit differently. He's proved that he's still just as cruel as he ever was. He ordered me to put a curse on myself. From midnight to dawn, while my master's master is sleeping, is our time. We spend those few precious hours doing as we please, which has usually involved kissing, cuddling, and making love as of late.
However, as soon as that morning sunlight touches my skin, he's instructed me to force my body into the form of an animal. In my own form of rebelion, I chose a cat. Not just because I tend to fancy them, but because he's never really been fond of them due to his allergy as a human.

"Pick me up," He orders and I obey. Even though his body is slightly taller now, I am able to hold him with no problem.

"In a few moments, you're going to be the one holding me." I whisper as if I'm afraid the morning will find me. He just shrugs as he burries his face into my chest, fingering my shirt. He breathes deep, taking in the scent that he misses so much during the day. It's as if he's trying to fill himself up with it until I can hold him again. I realize in this moment that he's cursed me so that he can restrain himself.

I feel the sun hit my ear and I wince, knowing it's time to go. A twist of dread squeezes my stomach as I feel my body begin to change. He steals one last kiss as he slips out of my arms and pulls me into his own.  I'm realizing it now. I realize that I don't want to spend even a day from him. I realize it just as I'm too feline to say it.

I love him too.