Deleted scenes from The Demon You Know

Thought a few of you might like to see these bits that I had to leave out!

The Demon You Know by Barbara Elsborg

“How do you build a snowman?” Ezra asked.

“You make a ball of snow and you roll it.” Roman showed him. Of course, the snow was the perfect kind that clumped together. Thank you, Michael.

“I want it to stand outside the window.” Ezra helped Roman roll the large ball into place.

“Two more,” Roman said. “The smallest one for the head.”

It didn’t take long to stack up the balls.

“He needs eyes and a nose.” Ezra looked at Roman as if he expected him to produce them. “A carrot and coal.”

He definitely couldn’t produce those.

“Come on.” Roman took Ezra’s gloved hand and pulled him toward the trees.

They brought back fir branches for the arms and pinecones for buttons, eyes, and mouth. When Roman found lengths of pliable twigs he could twist to make a hat and scarf, he wondered if Michael had thought of everything. If so, where was the fucking carrot?

“He looks fantastic,” Ezra said.

“He?” Can we go in now?

A moment later, Ezra had molded a cock and balls and stuck them on. Roman laughed.

“I don’t want him to be lonely.” Ezra stared at Roman.

The words “it’s a fucking snowman” stuck in Roman’s throat.

“We have to make another.” Ezra started to roll a ball.

Roman cast a longing look at the cabin then joined him. They erected the second snowman next to the first and entwined their arm-branches.

Ezra constructed another cock, a large one and stuck it on. “This one is me.”

Roman increased the length of the snow-dick on the first. “That’s me.” But the addition promptly fell off. He did it again and this time it stayed on, but only until Ezra kicked it off.

“Hey!”

As Ezra backed away, Roman went after him and brought him down with a flying tackle.

“Who’s got the biggest dick?” Roman asked and held a handful of snow over Ezra’s face.

“You’re the biggest dick.”

Roman dropped the snow on him and Ezra coughed and spluttered through his laughter.

“Try that answer again. The next lot goes under your jacket. I haven’t forgotten your chest is bare.”

“Your dick’s bigger,” Ezra said. “And you’re the biggest dick,” he added in a whisper.

They rolled around in the snow trying to pin each other down and Ezra looked so happy, Roman’s heart filled to the point of bursting. If this was what Ezra wanted to do for the rest of the night, he’d do it. Though he really wanted him in a warm bed.

Epilogue

Ezra lay in bed in Roman’s apartment with his angel spooned up behind him. The snow globe sat on the bedside table and Ezra couldn’t help wondering. “Do you think—?”

“No,” Roman said. “No more snow. Not for a while.”

“I was going to say—do you think we can go back?”

“Possibly. Probably.”

Roman brushed Ezra’s nipple with his thumb and nipped his neck.

“I think your cock has fallen off,” Ezra said.

“I think you’ll find it hasn’t.” Roman rocked against him.

Ezra laughed. “You know what I mean.”

Roman pushed himself up to look more closely at the snowmen inside the globe. “So has yours.”

“The two figures aren’t decorating the tree anymore.”

Roman chuckled. “I told you skiing wasn’t easy.”

The figures lay in a pile of snow at the bottom of the snow, their skis sticking up at crazy angles.

“I want to learn so when we go again we can do it properly,” Ezra said.

“You do remember that there was no chair lift? It took us thirty minutes to walk up with you complaining every step of the way and fifteen hair-raising seconds to get down. You never turned. Not once. Like a bullet. Scared me to death—well, good thing I’m already dead. Note I didn’t use the words ski down. Not sure that could be used to describe either of our descents.”

Ezra wriggled harder into Roman’s cock which instantly hardened despite the fact that they’d both come not ten minutes ago.

Roman groaned. “We have to go to the office.”

Ezra was working as one of his agents, learning alongside his brother, Micah, and Inigo, and loving every minute. Roman rolled to get out of bed and before he was out of reach, Ezra let out his wings. Roman gave a loud groan.

“Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s you,” Ezra half-lied. He could control them but it was fun pretending he couldn’t.

He shifted until he could stroke Roman’s cock with the edge of his wing and Roman groaned again.

“You wait,” Roman muttered. “When we go to your parents’ for a meal on Sunday, I’m going to tell then what you do with your wings.”

“No, you won’t.” Ezra had his mouth on one side of Roman’s cock and his wing tip on the other.

“Just remind me not to eat everything she puts in front of me,” Roman’s voice cracked as Ezra licked him.

His mother cried every time she saw him. Ezra had a hard time not doing the same. He’d met his sisters, Pixie and Ellie and his other brother, Asher, and he liked them. He couldn’t believe Pixie worked at the British Library. Apparently the copy of Moby Dick that Ezra had donated was on display in the gallery he’d visited. And he wondered.

“What are you thinking about?” Roman asked. “Please tell me it’s my cock.”

“I’m thinking about just how much we were manipulated. Michael said he was playing a sort of game with Lucifer but I wonder if Lucifer actually wanted me out of Hell. Without that birth certificate, none of it would have happened. Jeneve sounded as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. So how did it get into that book?”

“You think Lucifer had someone put it there?”

“I think Saul hid it there. Maybe he wanted me to find it. I’ll probably never know.” Ezra pushed to his knees.

“If you don’t want to get sent back to Hell, you have to be very very good. That means finishing what you started…arrgh.”

Ezra impaled himself on Roman’s cock. “Just lie there. Let me do everything like you usually do.”

Roman howled with laughter. He settled his hands on Ezra’s hips and pulled him down into bliss.