Gay roleplay story (Leviathan x Roman)

Part 2

Roman's PoV:
I made a light tap on the desk and studied your features getting weird cases of nostalgia but the type that is impossible to tell if it's real or not. I recognised that face, I recognised that name. Who are you? I decided to stay away from that subject as I knew you were leviathan and I guessed it was a nickname rather than your real name as it doesn't sound like one of the modern names going around right now. I could smell you were like me, not being human, but I couldn't identify specifics as my sense of smell was like a yes or no kind of answer. "U-umm... yes, yes that is me. We are going to... I-it was that we would go to the Joka la moto base. Their ranks have gotten too strong and it'll prove your ability; apparently they need to be killed but the boss, second boss and one leader must be kept to whiteness. Maybe take in a soldier, probably the blackmailer or mafioso, someone who does the dirty work. Other than that, we have to thin the numbers. I have their location, they were stupid enough to leave it." I said and stood up taking a sip of the drink and climbing over the bar. I must say, they did a good job making her smell perfectly human. Someone with senses like a powerful demon or mine would be able to tell. I couldn't smell a virginity or lack of so I knew she wasn't human on the inside. I went down to her body and dug deep into her chest pulling out a circuit board and opening my bag grabbing a wire out of it and my phone. I connect the two and it starts to download only my phone retreating then signals and tracking the origin location pinpointing to a very specific location on the mall which appeared on my phone. I pulled down the hood and looked over at you. I shook my head and my puppy eyes and rose gold hair shone a bit brighter in the bar light and I bit gently down on my lip giving a nervous smile. "Y-you're actually quite attractive for you height. I... do you need a weapon to help?" I asked pulling my sleeves over my hands keeping my posture closed off, nervous and cute. I looked up again with the tattoo on the side of my neck clearly showing as well as the one on my eye. I knew all about the other demons in my world but I never knew their faces so I couldn't take you as human but couldn't rule out the possibility you were from the same world as me. It was confusing so I chose to ignore it.

Levi's PoV:
I could now see a clear version of your face and you were just toying with me, you know you had a cute face and could pull off the cute innocent vibe but as a demon yes my senses weren't great but I could still sense when a person was acting or lying and so I know this wasn't you. You sent like a lot of people a lot of sex mainly a lot of Virgins, virgins did have a slightly different smell to those who weren't a Virgin and I could smell it all over you. By my guess you know you had a cute face and was acting like an innocent child, inside you were a killer and you know it. You acted all nice and gave out components to people to gain there trust then by the smell you would serduce them and fuck them for your own pleasure and I know it was for your own pleasure since you had the sent of Virgins all over you. What a tricky person you were, you did so much work just for sex, so much work and for nothing. There's something odd about demons that people didn't know that humans hadn't worked out, demons didn't get horny they didn't ever feel the need to have sex. Sure it felt good when we did but we never get the argue to have it so demons won't fuck anyone or be fucked unless the other person makes the move. I watch you do your little work on the woman and I must say sure the task was killing people I know from my own gang but after being around so long you learn not to grow an attachment to others so did I care about any of them no no I didn't. The only problem was I was second in command but you didn't know that so I guess I can kill any of them and you would never know. Honestly there was some people in my gang I needed to eliminate for just being around, there was three people I wanted out my life and out my gang. One a man named Kevin, he had three guns that belong to three very dangerous people and I wanted them Hitler's Golden Walther PP: $114,000
Wyatt Earp's Colt 45-caliber Revolver: $225,000
The 44.-caliber Smith & Wesson that killed Jesse James: $350,000
I should of had them they should of been mine but no he had them. Second was a woman named Paige, she has a husband named Freed who I also want dead I'm not saying why though it's a long story. "Fine but stop the flirting please, your cute act doesn't work for me and honestly it's a little annoying. Your a killing sex machine just act like it and no I don't need a weapon"