He was bald, and he had two pointed ears. He grinned at the slayer and flashed his fanged teeth. The demon’s eyes were golden and serpent like. They...seemed to penetrate her very soul.Suddenly Buffy’s mind was bombarded with words and images. There was one of the demon and her having rough sex on a pool of fire. Words like slut, corruption, slave, queen, submit filled her mind. Through all this, Buffy never moved, but he could tell in her troubled eyes that she was reacting to her mental. ‘Fuck he’s hard again,’ I said to myself loving the idea. We had sex again this time lying on our sides and later, after I had ordered and had delivered a Chinese meal, with me on top. Ah the wonder of young men was coming true, I smile. * I did not see Peter for a few of days as I had to go to Madrid the day after that first sex, but I missed him. I could not believe it at first. It was not just the sex I was missing, but being with him, seeing his smile and hearing him talk. The day after I. The right eye was swollen shut so badly, Billy couldn’t even tell if he still had it, the broken cheek bone and jaw were so puffy that they distorted the entire contour of his face. Petey’s head was bandaged above his left ear with the hair shaved down, showing mute testimony of having needed many stitches at the very least.Petey’s left arm was in a cast from his hand to his elbow, the brutally discolored fingers poking out feebly from the plaster. A bandage covered his left cheek where it had. When I got home, I took a bottle of Jack Daniels out to my patio and sat down. I decided that I would see who could last longer, the bottle or me. After taking a couple of drinks, I changed my mind. I didn't want to go back to drinking to the point of passing out. Been there, done that, got the damned Tee shirt.I stepped back into the condo and put the bottle away, two drinks were enough. About an hour after I got home, the door bell rang, surprise, surprise, surprise. I could guess who it was..