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Since I won't be on until very late
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii
Noah Puckerman entered his Beverly Hills condo and sighed as the stifling warmth of the apartment washed over him. He could stand the cold, but so preferred the oppressive warmth. Walking from his foyer down the narrow hall he entered his kitchen and twisted open a bottle of Perrier. Taking a long sip he watched the sweat run down the green bottle before tilting his head as the overwhelming smell of sulphur assaulted his nose.
Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room to find a familiar red head sitting on his Italian white leather couch sipping espresso and with a Virginia Slims Menthol. Smiling, he dropped onto the couch and found himself pleasantly surprised when he was dragged into a kiss. Breaking from the kiss, Noah watched as Lucifer dragged a thumb over his lower lip and offered his cigarette. Not one to refuse, he took a long drag before tipping his head back and exhaling.
“I met the Abrams boy.”
“I gathered, and?”
“He's very devout.”
“Mmm...” Lucifer took a slow, thoughtful inhale of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the crystal ashtray balanced on his knees. “Well, can you do it?”
“I'm pretty sure I can,” Noah affirmed, propping his socked feet up on his coffee table. “He's interested in Virology, he's studying to be a doctor. I can appeal to his logical mind, why would an all-loving God do such things.”
“Good.”
Noah's eyes turned towards the TV, which was playing the news, and took a long sip of his water as the newscaster talked about a local murder. People these days... His attention was drawn back to the present when he felt hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Lucifer slid into his lap and pressed kisses down his neck, licking at the sweat that beaded over his human skin.
“You taste different now...” Lucifer observed, fingers moving over the sculpted abdomen. “You taste like sweat and blood and sin...” He ran his tongue down Noah's body, gathering as much of the taste as he could on his tongue.
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Noah's eyes flashed as Lucifer bit down hard on his lower lip and tangled his fingers in the lush red curls. He opened his mouth to the kiss and groaned happily as the Devil's tongue slid against his own. He groped over lithe shoulders and his fingers slid under a designer shirt, touching at the wiry muscle, eager.
“Ah-ah.” Lucifer pulled away, smiling and removed Noah's hands from his torso. “Be a good boy, Mephistopheles.”
As he was dragged into a biting kiss, his acknowledgement of 'yes, Father' was drowned in a growl.
~*~
Mephistopheles lay entangled in the sheets, cheek pressed to Lucifer's stomach as the other read over some contracts in his hands. Every so often in the quiet hum of the room there would be a shuffling of parchment or an almost silent inhale from a cigarette.
“Did you see the angel he had with him?”
“No. I suspect the angel doesn't follow him everywhere, but can sense his emotions.”
“You'll need to figure that out.”
“I will.”
Silence fell over them and there was more shuffling of parchment.
“Oh, don't forget, you have an appointment with that fifteen year old gay boy tomorrow.”
“Ah, the one who wants the basketball player?”
“That's right.” More shuffling. “And you're supposed to finalize a contract with that lawyer...”
“He's being a real hassle, but I've finally managed terms he feels are fair.”
“You just need to seal the deal then?”
“Yes.”
Mephistopheles sat up slowly, his body slowly shifting back to that of Noah's, and reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table before lighting one and inhaling. He exhaled slowly and rested against the headboard.
“You seem troubled.”
“I'm just trying to figure out what to do with Arthur.” Noah replied, flicking ashes into the ashtray that rested between them on the bed. “He seems cautious.”
“Of course he is, he's religious.”
Noah snorted and took a slow inhale, rubbing the heel of his palm against his forehead as he exhaled. The bed shifted and Lucifer stood on the plush carpeted floors before offering his hand. Taking it, Noah let himself be led to the master bathroom, the tub filled with steaming, bubbly water. He climbed in and sunk into the hot, hot water.
There wasn't a sound as Lucifer sunk into the water, but Noah felt the familiar form sink against his chest and he wrapped one arm possessively around the Devil's shoulders. Who would ever believe that the leader of Hell was a romantic? Tipping his head back against the rim of the claw-footed tub and took a puff of his cigarette. Stubbing it out, he wrapped his other arm around the white shoulders, his chin resting on a bony shoulder. His legs rose up and his knees hugged Lucifer's hips, never, ever wanting to let him go. Slim, familiar hands settled over the ones Mephistopheles had resting against Lucifer's wet chest, and a smile curved his lips.
“You're perfect, you know that?” Noah breathed into Lucifer's ear, kissing his jaw.
“I do, but thank you for reminding me.” Lucifer squeezed his hands before releasing them and letting his arms drop into the water again. “Now, what are you going to do about Arthur Abrams?”
Noah groaned, his head falling back against the tub with a thud and he squeezed his eyes shut. The last time he ever had to deal with someone was so religious was with a friar in England in 1730, and even then he had leverage, the priest had impure thoughts about a woman. He had a feeling that even if Arthur Abrams felt anything remotely sexual he would remain chaste.
“Don't push too hard, child. There's always something. Faust was hard as well, and in the end you had his soul.”
“I know. I just don't want to disappoint you.”
“I have...” Lucifer paused a moment, running his tongue along his teeth as he looked for the right words. “I suppose I can say I have faith in you.”
There was a long pause before Noah started to laugh followed moments later by the Devil.
“I suppose I should say thank you.” Noah mused, pressing his mouth against the curve of Lucifer's neck. “What would you do, if you were in my position?”
Lucifer took hold of Noah's hand, twining their fingers together. Lucifer rose the wet, bubbly hands to his lips and brushed his lips over Noah's knuckles. “You'll figure it out.”
Noah opened his mouth to reply but Lucifer was gone. Leaving Noah alone in the hot, bubble infested water and an apple in place of where Lucifer's hand had been. Noah twisted the red, shiny fruit in his fingers before laughing as he sunk lower in the water.
~*~
“Thanks for letting me come over,” Noah said, sinking into the dumpy, yet so comfortable couch. “My air conditioner is broken and the manager said it would take a few days to fix.
“It's no problem,” Artie assured, batting the socked feet off of his coffee table and sunk into the couch next to him. “You can have the guest room.”
“Thanks.”
There was a moment of silence before Noah hopped up. “Mind if I use the shower, then?”
“No, go ahead. Towels are in the closet in the bathroom. You sort of have to push and turn for the hot water, it's an old tap.”
“That's fine.” Picking up some loose clothes, Noah disappeared into the bathroom.
Locking the door, he stripped down and stepped out of his clothing, sliding into the shower and starting it with little trouble. The hot water washed over him, causing him to sigh happily. He washed quickly, sliding out of the shower and dressed in loose pyjama pants. He examined the mirror, which faced opposite the shower and tub, before wiping away the steam and studying his expression. He turned around, tossing a look over his shoulder and watched as the bright red hand print - his sign of alliance with Lucifer faded into a normal tone of skin. Picking up a loose t-shirt, he threw it on and was towel drying his hair when he walked out of the bathroom.
“I was thinking about ordering a pizza, are you - oh, you have company over.”
“Oh this is Kurt.”
“Hey, I'm Noah.”
“Nice to meet you Noah.”
Noah settled his gaze on the small boy resting against Artie, his dark hair brushing over Artie's t-shirt and his gaze focused on the TV. He shut his eyes and re-opened them, his gaze zoning in on the boy curled beside Artie. White hot electricity sparked around the edge of his form, sending out arcs of blue-white lines in the air. It was like when you tried to fit too much of one thing into something too small, there was always spill over.
Kurt was an Angel.
Noah's lips curved into a smile.
Found you...
~*~
“Do you know which Angel it is?”
“Definitely an Arch Angel. That much power, it has to be.”
“What sort of temperament does he have?”
“Quiet, curious, informative, slightly condescending.”
“Ah, my littlest brother, you found Gabriel.”
“The informer? He doesn't seem like much trouble?”
“He's a little tattle-tale, that's what he is. Gabriel may not seem like much, but he's powerful. Especially when protecting a charge.”
“He's no Michael.”
There was a growl from the other side of the phone and Noah curled onto his side, head burying into his pillow in an instant and automatic form of submission and apology. He knew the topic of Lucifer and his older brother was still a touchy one - even after all this time.
“Sorry, Father.”
“It's alright, Mephistopheles.”
There was silence on the line before a quiet sigh, followed by another. “You know, your silk sheets really are delightful.”
“...Lucifer?”
“They feel Hellishly perfect on my skin.”
Noah swallowed thickly and bit his tongue to prevent a moan from escaping his lips. Lucifer was the embodiment of all the sins, and as such, was a master of creating lust. Slowly he parted his lips and licked them. “What are you doing?”
“Touching myself on your bed, of course.”
At that Noah really did moan. It slipped past his lips deviously as he tipped his head back on the lumpy cotton pillow and imagined Lucifer entwined in the black and red silk sheet of his bed, hand slowly, lazily stroking himself. He heard a breathy chuckle crackle down the line and he gripped his iPhone just a little tighter.
“Intrigued, maybe you should make yourself more comfortable and join me.”
“I can't, what if the Angel hears..?”
“That is concerning. I suppose for the remainder of this phone call you may call me Lu.”
Noah really did want to laugh at that, throw his head back and howl with laughter, but the quiet moan from the opposite end of the line stopped his brain dead. Removing his pyjama pants, Noah reclines on the bed and fists his own stirring erection and hissing.
“What are you thinking about?”
Noah turns his head into the pillow, groaning a little at the husky tone that crept into the haunting, authoritative voice.
“That time, in Messina, in 1783, when we were in the church...”
“Ah yes, the twenty five dead nuns... Blood was everywhere, we were both coated in it and you were bent over the altar, taking it like a bitch in heat.”
“Oh, God...”
“God had nothing to do with that. I remember you ended up on the blood coated marble floor biting your lip to keep from screaming as I pounded into you. You came so hard you passed out, do you remember that?”
Noah was having a hard time concentrating as the silky voice invaded his mind. “I-I remember the earthquake we planned decimated the city.”
“Ah, yes. Do you remember the time in 1321 in Tian Shan?”
Noah chuckled. “The first time you let me take you as you released The Black Death.”
“Yes, you were rather gentle, until I told you not to be.”
“You liked it, didn't you, Father? Being treated like a whore.”
There was no verbal reply but the strangled moan and the image in his mind's eye of Lucifer thrusting two fingers into himself was more than enough. In reply he sent a flash of him writhing on the bed, fisting his cock.
“Put two fingers inside of yourself.” It was an order, and with that tone of voice, it was not to be ignored.
Noah did as he was told, slicking two fingers with saliva and thrusting them into his body, whining. “Oh... Lu...”
“Good boy...” He heard a breathy sigh before a growl, a sign Lucifer was getting close. “Now...”
There was silence over the end before a wave of pleasure hit Noah so hard it doubled him over and the phone went flying. He buried his face into the pillow and screamed, his whole body seizing up before he gave small jerks as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him until everything went fuzzy around the edges. As it finally subsided, Noah laid there, dirty and breathless and looked at his phone which seconds later was in his hand. Shuddering and gasping, he put his phone to his ear, unable to speak.
“You pleased me today, Mephistopheles, that was your reward.”
Noah swallowed thickly, struggling for his voice. “Thank you, Father.”
There was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment before there was a soft sensation down his tingling spine of being caressed before the line went dead. Setting the phone onto the nightstand, Noah covered himself, rolled over in bed, and slept.
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii
Noah Puckerman entered his Beverly Hills condo and sighed as the stifling warmth of the apartment washed over him. He could stand the cold, but so preferred the oppressive warmth. Walking from his foyer down the narrow hall he entered his kitchen and twisted open a bottle of Perrier. Taking a long sip he watched the sweat run down the green bottle before tilting his head as the overwhelming smell of sulphur assaulted his nose.
Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room to find a familiar red head sitting on his Italian white leather couch sipping espresso and with a Virginia Slims Menthol. Smiling, he dropped onto the couch and found himself pleasantly surprised when he was dragged into a kiss. Breaking from the kiss, Noah watched as Lucifer dragged a thumb over his lower lip and offered his cigarette. Not one to refuse, he took a long drag before tipping his head back and exhaling.
“I met the Abrams boy.”
“I gathered, and?”
“He's very devout.”
“Mmm...” Lucifer took a slow, thoughtful inhale of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the crystal ashtray balanced on his knees. “Well, can you do it?”
“I'm pretty sure I can,” Noah affirmed, propping his socked feet up on his coffee table. “He's interested in Virology, he's studying to be a doctor. I can appeal to his logical mind, why would an all-loving God do such things.”
“Good.”
Noah's eyes turned towards the TV, which was playing the news, and took a long sip of his water as the newscaster talked about a local murder. People these days... His attention was drawn back to the present when he felt hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Lucifer slid into his lap and pressed kisses down his neck, licking at the sweat that beaded over his human skin.
“You taste different now...” Lucifer observed, fingers moving over the sculpted abdomen. “You taste like sweat and blood and sin...” He ran his tongue down Noah's body, gathering as much of the taste as he could on his tongue.
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Noah's eyes flashed as Lucifer bit down hard on his lower lip and tangled his fingers in the lush red curls. He opened his mouth to the kiss and groaned happily as the Devil's tongue slid against his own. He groped over lithe shoulders and his fingers slid under a designer shirt, touching at the wiry muscle, eager.
“Ah-ah.” Lucifer pulled away, smiling and removed Noah's hands from his torso. “Be a good boy, Mephistopheles.”
As he was dragged into a biting kiss, his acknowledgement of 'yes, Father' was drowned in a growl.
~*~
Mephistopheles lay entangled in the sheets, cheek pressed to Lucifer's stomach as the other read over some contracts in his hands. Every so often in the quiet hum of the room there would be a shuffling of parchment or an almost silent inhale from a cigarette.
“Did you see the angel he had with him?”
“No. I suspect the angel doesn't follow him everywhere, but can sense his emotions.”
“You'll need to figure that out.”
“I will.”
Silence fell over them and there was more shuffling of parchment.
“Oh, don't forget, you have an appointment with that fifteen year old gay boy tomorrow.”
“Ah, the one who wants the basketball player?”
“That's right.” More shuffling. “And you're supposed to finalize a contract with that lawyer...”
“He's being a real hassle, but I've finally managed terms he feels are fair.”
“You just need to seal the deal then?”
“Yes.”
Mephistopheles sat up slowly, his body slowly shifting back to that of Noah's, and reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table before lighting one and inhaling. He exhaled slowly and rested against the headboard.
“You seem troubled.”
“I'm just trying to figure out what to do with Arthur.” Noah replied, flicking ashes into the ashtray that rested between them on the bed. “He seems cautious.”
“Of course he is, he's religious.”
Noah snorted and took a slow inhale, rubbing the heel of his palm against his forehead as he exhaled. The bed shifted and Lucifer stood on the plush carpeted floors before offering his hand. Taking it, Noah let himself be led to the master bathroom, the tub filled with steaming, bubbly water. He climbed in and sunk into the hot, hot water.
There wasn't a sound as Lucifer sunk into the water, but Noah felt the familiar form sink against his chest and he wrapped one arm possessively around the Devil's shoulders. Who would ever believe that the leader of Hell was a romantic? Tipping his head back against the rim of the claw-footed tub and took a puff of his cigarette. Stubbing it out, he wrapped his other arm around the white shoulders, his chin resting on a bony shoulder. His legs rose up and his knees hugged Lucifer's hips, never, ever wanting to let him go. Slim, familiar hands settled over the ones Mephistopheles had resting against Lucifer's wet chest, and a smile curved his lips.
“You're perfect, you know that?” Noah breathed into Lucifer's ear, kissing his jaw.
“I do, but thank you for reminding me.” Lucifer squeezed his hands before releasing them and letting his arms drop into the water again. “Now, what are you going to do about Arthur Abrams?”
Noah groaned, his head falling back against the tub with a thud and he squeezed his eyes shut. The last time he ever had to deal with someone was so religious was with a friar in England in 1730, and even then he had leverage, the priest had impure thoughts about a woman. He had a feeling that even if Arthur Abrams felt anything remotely sexual he would remain chaste.
“Don't push too hard, child. There's always something. Faust was hard as well, and in the end you had his soul.”
“I know. I just don't want to disappoint you.”
“I have...” Lucifer paused a moment, running his tongue along his teeth as he looked for the right words. “I suppose I can say I have faith in you.”
There was a long pause before Noah started to laugh followed moments later by the Devil.
“I suppose I should say thank you.” Noah mused, pressing his mouth against the curve of Lucifer's neck. “What would you do, if you were in my position?”
Lucifer took hold of Noah's hand, twining their fingers together. Lucifer rose the wet, bubbly hands to his lips and brushed his lips over Noah's knuckles. “You'll figure it out.”
Noah opened his mouth to reply but Lucifer was gone. Leaving Noah alone in the hot, bubble infested water and an apple in place of where Lucifer's hand had been. Noah twisted the red, shiny fruit in his fingers before laughing as he sunk lower in the water.
~*~
“Thanks for letting me come over,” Noah said, sinking into the dumpy, yet so comfortable couch. “My air conditioner is broken and the manager said it would take a few days to fix.
“It's no problem,” Artie assured, batting the socked feet off of his coffee table and sunk into the couch next to him. “You can have the guest room.”
“Thanks.”
There was a moment of silence before Noah hopped up. “Mind if I use the shower, then?”
“No, go ahead. Towels are in the closet in the bathroom. You sort of have to push and turn for the hot water, it's an old tap.”
“That's fine.” Picking up some loose clothes, Noah disappeared into the bathroom.
Locking the door, he stripped down and stepped out of his clothing, sliding into the shower and starting it with little trouble. The hot water washed over him, causing him to sigh happily. He washed quickly, sliding out of the shower and dressed in loose pyjama pants. He examined the mirror, which faced opposite the shower and tub, before wiping away the steam and studying his expression. He turned around, tossing a look over his shoulder and watched as the bright red hand print - his sign of alliance with Lucifer faded into a normal tone of skin. Picking up a loose t-shirt, he threw it on and was towel drying his hair when he walked out of the bathroom.
“I was thinking about ordering a pizza, are you - oh, you have company over.”
“Oh this is Kurt.”
“Hey, I'm Noah.”
“Nice to meet you Noah.”
Noah settled his gaze on the small boy resting against Artie, his dark hair brushing over Artie's t-shirt and his gaze focused on the TV. He shut his eyes and re-opened them, his gaze zoning in on the boy curled beside Artie. White hot electricity sparked around the edge of his form, sending out arcs of blue-white lines in the air. It was like when you tried to fit too much of one thing into something too small, there was always spill over.
Kurt was an Angel.
Noah's lips curved into a smile.
Found you...
~*~
“Do you know which Angel it is?”
“Definitely an Arch Angel. That much power, it has to be.”
“What sort of temperament does he have?”
“Quiet, curious, informative, slightly condescending.”
“Ah, my littlest brother, you found Gabriel.”
“The informer? He doesn't seem like much trouble?”
“He's a little tattle-tale, that's what he is. Gabriel may not seem like much, but he's powerful. Especially when protecting a charge.”
“He's no Michael.”
There was a growl from the other side of the phone and Noah curled onto his side, head burying into his pillow in an instant and automatic form of submission and apology. He knew the topic of Lucifer and his older brother was still a touchy one - even after all this time.
“Sorry, Father.”
“It's alright, Mephistopheles.”
There was silence on the line before a quiet sigh, followed by another. “You know, your silk sheets really are delightful.”
“...Lucifer?”
“They feel Hellishly perfect on my skin.”
Noah swallowed thickly and bit his tongue to prevent a moan from escaping his lips. Lucifer was the embodiment of all the sins, and as such, was a master of creating lust. Slowly he parted his lips and licked them. “What are you doing?”
“Touching myself on your bed, of course.”
At that Noah really did moan. It slipped past his lips deviously as he tipped his head back on the lumpy cotton pillow and imagined Lucifer entwined in the black and red silk sheet of his bed, hand slowly, lazily stroking himself. He heard a breathy chuckle crackle down the line and he gripped his iPhone just a little tighter.
“Intrigued, maybe you should make yourself more comfortable and join me.”
“I can't, what if the Angel hears..?”
“That is concerning. I suppose for the remainder of this phone call you may call me Lu.”
Noah really did want to laugh at that, throw his head back and howl with laughter, but the quiet moan from the opposite end of the line stopped his brain dead. Removing his pyjama pants, Noah reclines on the bed and fists his own stirring erection and hissing.
“What are you thinking about?”
Noah turns his head into the pillow, groaning a little at the husky tone that crept into the haunting, authoritative voice.
“That time, in Messina, in 1783, when we were in the church...”
“Ah yes, the twenty five dead nuns... Blood was everywhere, we were both coated in it and you were bent over the altar, taking it like a bitch in heat.”
“Oh, God...”
“God had nothing to do with that. I remember you ended up on the blood coated marble floor biting your lip to keep from screaming as I pounded into you. You came so hard you passed out, do you remember that?”
Noah was having a hard time concentrating as the silky voice invaded his mind. “I-I remember the earthquake we planned decimated the city.”
“Ah, yes. Do you remember the time in 1321 in Tian Shan?”
Noah chuckled. “The first time you let me take you as you released The Black Death.”
“Yes, you were rather gentle, until I told you not to be.”
“You liked it, didn't you, Father? Being treated like a whore.”
There was no verbal reply but the strangled moan and the image in his mind's eye of Lucifer thrusting two fingers into himself was more than enough. In reply he sent a flash of him writhing on the bed, fisting his cock.
“Put two fingers inside of yourself.” It was an order, and with that tone of voice, it was not to be ignored.
Noah did as he was told, slicking two fingers with saliva and thrusting them into his body, whining. “Oh... Lu...”
“Good boy...” He heard a breathy sigh before a growl, a sign Lucifer was getting close. “Now...”
There was silence over the end before a wave of pleasure hit Noah so hard it doubled him over and the phone went flying. He buried his face into the pillow and screamed, his whole body seizing up before he gave small jerks as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him until everything went fuzzy around the edges. As it finally subsided, Noah laid there, dirty and breathless and looked at his phone which seconds later was in his hand. Shuddering and gasping, he put his phone to his ear, unable to speak.
“You pleased me today, Mephistopheles, that was your reward.”
Noah swallowed thickly, struggling for his voice. “Thank you, Father.”
There was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment before there was a soft sensation down his tingling spine of being caressed before the line went dead. Setting the phone onto the nightstand, Noah covered himself, rolled over in bed, and slept.