Sleep could be a wonderful thing sometimes, but if your bedroom adjoined the office of the current Devil, it was something of a virtue. A dream in fact.

Johnny stood up and pushed his hair out his eyes, already hearing the yelling come from the office. He could only imagine that Bandit and Gates were arguing again like all good siblings did, with the exception of him and Hurricane. They’d seen way too much disturbing stuff to be scarred by a little yelling; even he could tell them that.

But instead, he could hear Hurricane’s voice, and then the low rumble that was Shadows’ growled response, and suddenly a door slammed and someone was thrown up against a wall. What was going on?
“Get off of me!”

That was Hurricane, and whenever he heard those words together in one sentence, he knew that either Shadows was out there, or Vengeance hadn’t learned his lesson from the last time he’d tried something. He’d almost been isolated out of the little plan the siblings had formed with Silas, yet he seemed to be the only interested in protecting his sister, rather than bringing the devil down from the inside. Smoothing down the suit he’d fallen asleep in, he grabbed his revolver from the table beside his bed and tucking it inside his jacket pocket, stepped out into the hallway.

Gates. With his teeth almost in her neck like some sort of vampire and his arms barricading her from escaping his greasy clutches he looked like the cat that got the cream. Johnny was fed up of seeing his friends taking advantage of his little sister, and he couldn’t stop himself from running over and knocking the poor man onto his feet, pulling Hurricane away from him.

“Go to the other room, do not come out until I tell you to, understand?” he almost snarled at his little sister and she scuttled away like a hermit crab, terrified of the sudden monster that he had unleashed on poor Synyster Gates.
“What was it you did this time? Am I the only one who’s sick and tired of you messing around with Hurricane and Shadows?” Johnny asked exasperatedly, grabbing Gates by the shoulders and hauling him up to full height.

“She started it” he muttered, sounding like a five year old.
“What did Hurricane do? You and Bandit have been plotting against her ever since we went to see your Dad” Johnny hissed and Gates rolled his eyes, pointing towards the office door where it sounded like Shadows was tearing down the bookshelves in a fury.

“She found about the contract you set up and was not a happy bunny. Her name seems quite ironic now, considering how mad she was earlier” Gates smirked but he was barely listening anymore.
Johnny rolled his eyes and disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. Hurricane was sat on his bed, staring up at him like he’d just killed her puppy.

“You signed me over. You actually signed me over to Shadows before I even died! What gave you the incentive to do something like that?” she whispered sadly, and in that moment he wanted to turn back time and just himself be killed by Shadows. Even though he was already dead, he didn’t want to be banished to the depths of hell- he’d be tortured. He needed the sanctity these people brought him.

“I had to. If I didn’t…he and Silas would’ve torn us both to shreds” he said slowly, slipping down next to his sister. He wanted her to know that this wasn’t his fault, even though partly it was.
“Who’s Silas?”

“Silas is…the ex-devil. The one before Shadows. He’s the terrible two’s father as well, he’s the only person Shadows is scared of. Silas wanted him to have a queen to rule Hell with, so he can have offspring to hand the kingdom over to. He wants you. That’s why he sent Jimmy up as your high school boyfriend and Syn up to check on you in the strip club. He wants you to be his wife” Johnny explained slowly, but it just made her angrier. Without saying a word she stood up and walked out of the room, across the hall to where Syn’s room was.

He was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed and didn’t even look over when she walked in. She didn’t say a word, just locked the door gently and pulled off her shirt. Hurricane removed her skirt, until she was stood in her underwear, stockings and high heels and then coughed, earning the attention back from the man on the bed. His jaw dropped as he sat up, drinking in her body hungrily.

God she was gorgeous.

“No wonder Shadows wanted you, honey. You look good enough to eat right up” Syn whispered as she walked over, sinking down onto his lap and shivering when she felt his hands running over her soft skin.

As he pressed their lips together, she couldn’t help but groan happily and push him down onto the bed, letting his hands rove around her chest and lacy underwear, running the soft material through his long fingers. As his hands unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free, he broke away from her mouth and began to kiss down her collarbone and shoulders, his lips falling onto the sensitive spot around her neck. It wasn’t long before his hot mouth had covered her nipple and his fingers were twisting the other around, teasing her mercilessly.

“Oh Syn…” she gasped, when suddenly they were flipped over and he threw her bra aside, kissing down her stomach to where her underwear was soaked.
“You’re so wet for me babydoll. I’ll show you how to really sin…” he hissed, nipping his teeth against the waistband of her underwear and dragging it down her thighs, exposing her to him.

He pushed her legs apart, licking his lips at the sight in front of him, and almost gingerly licked up her slit, earning himself a throaty moan from the woman above him. She tasted so good; he wanted to keep her here until his dying thirst had been quenched. When she moaned, tangling her hands in his raven black hair, he edged his tongue closer, licking his tongue up and down her delicious clit.

“Baby you taste so damn good- I might just have to keep you here” Syn whispered, licking his lips of her juices before he went back down again, pressing against her clit and smirking when he felt her shudder.

“Oh god…take me Syn! Do it!” she screamed, and it was all the motivation he needed to push two fingers into her tight little hole and eat her out like it was his last damn meal on earth.

Soon, she was screaming and clutching at the bed sheets, begging for a release, and when he curled his fingers inside of her, he tapped the little bundle of nerves that sent her straight over the edge as she came, shuddering and moaning as Syn licked her up like a cat. After taking a few deep breaths, she had recovered from what had been one of the best orgasms of her life and sat up, pushing Synyster down onto the bed and running her hands over his clothed erection.

“Now let me return the favour” she whispered as she undid his pants and pulled of his belt, throwing it into the corner of the room, completely unaware that across the boroughs of hell, another deal had been struck up.

Between the Johnny, Silas- and the Devil himself.