The guy watched horror movies, for demon’s sake. You didn’t rush out unarmed in the middle of the night to answer your door. Chances were good it was going to be a serial killer or an escaped convict.
Beel mentally rolled his eyes before he transported himself into the doorway to the living room. It definitely wouldn’t do to have his favorite pet shop owner killed while he was frogsitting Beel.
He stayed out of the way and didn’t make a peep, because he definitely didn’t need Jon asking questions. It helped that the living room was dark, as well. He watched as Jon stumbled over to the door and looked through the peephole.
At least the human hadsomesense.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
“I can hear you. Let me in,” a voice yelled from the other side. “Open the door, Jonathan.”
What the fuck indeed. Beel did not like the sound of that voice. It was condescending and just screamed asshole.
Jon sighed, however, and unlocked the door, opening it partway but not inviting the owner of the voice inside.
“What are you doing here, Marcus? It’s the middle of the night,” Jon grumped.
Ah, the asshole Marcus. With that thought, the asshole pushedthe door open, causing Jon to stumble a bit, and made his way into the apartment.
“Get out of my apartment, Marcus,” Jon demanded.
“What, you got someone pathetic enough to fuck you hiding in here?” Marcus sneered. He obviously didn’t believe it, though, because he sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable.
He was a big guy, both taller and far more built than Jon. He looked a bit like a gym rat, and Beel could just imagine him flexing his muscles in front of the mirror and winking at himself.
“Marcus, I’m serious. Get out,” Jon demanded. He stood near the door, looking unsure of himself.
Marcus sneered at him. “Seriously, is that it? Because I know it wouldn’t occur to you to end things on your own. You find someone else to fuck you? Did they give you the idea of breaking it off with me? Were they so insecure about themselves they made you leave me?”
“What the hell, Marcus. No. You’re an asshole. You made me feel like shit about myself all the time. I don’t even think you really like who I am as a person. You certainly had enough complaints about everything. So why the hell are you here?” Jon challenged.
Good for him. Beel was proud of Jon. He looked nervous as hell, but he was standing his ground.
“You don’t even like who I am,” Marcus mocked, and Beel literally had to stop himself from going over there and peeling the guy’s flesh from his body. What anasshole. “I like you fine when you aren’t being a whiny bitch,” Marcus finished.
Jon just pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and shook his head.
“You are being such a fucking child!” Marcus yelled. “I said I was sorry! What the fuck more do you want, Jonathan?”
Jon looked like he was gonna cry, and Beel was getting more than a little fired up. Marcus got up off the couch and walked over to Jon, towering over the guy and talking down to him. Jon just looked frozen.
“You gonna be a crybaby? Did I not buy you enough flowers?You always want so fucking much. You’re so damn needy,” Marcus yelled, pushing with his body so that Jon was forced backwards into the wall by the door.
And that was it. Beel had definitely had enough. His Jon was not dealing with this shit alone.
He transported into Jon’s room, took his human form, complete with the usual piercings and tattoos, and pulled on a pair of Jon’s boxers before strolling out into the living room.
Marcus was still leaning over Jon, Jon still looked angry and upset and a little scared, and Beel used his voice for something other than croaking and ribbitting for the first time in over 7,602 days.
“Looks like we forgot to take out the trash last night, Jon,” he snarled.
Jon just stared at him, mouth partway open, utter shock on his face.
Marcus, however, gave Jon a little shove aside and placed all his attention on Beel, starting to saunter over in a threatening manner.
Beel almost laughed out loud. Perfect. It was about time someone taught this asshole a lesson, and he was just the demon to do it.
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