Saiki

Diavolo nodded and looked around at all the stalls being built across the grounds of RAD. “Indeed, a festival will be great to celebrate all we’ve accomplished this year.”

He hummed and moved to walk away, but Diavolo followed.

“And it will be nice to replenish some funds as we’ve had some… unexpected repairs throughout the year too.”

He laughed and glanced up to the sky, “Y-Yeah, that’s what Lucifer was sayin’.” 

He could feel Diavolo’s eyes lingering, but he just chuckled and shook his head, then gave his back one last slap. 

“Good luck tonight, I hope you have fun,” he said as he turned to wander among the stalls.

“Yeah… woulda been more fun without another cut,” he muttered under his breath, hurrying to the venue. “I already gotta split it seven ways without you dippin’ in too!”

Whatever. 

Lucifer said he had to split the ticket sale funds fairly, but he didn’t say anything about the VIP and backstage passes he’d tacked on after the idea was pitched. He grinned, sneaking through to the back and checking the dressing rooms. It was hard limiting the number sold, especially when the demand skyrocketed for meeting time with Lucifer, but he had to push them just enough to stay in the game. It’d be a disaster if any of them bailed now.

And he would’ve made so much money if he’d sold VIP passes for himself too.

“It’s fine,” he muttered to himself, placing the costumes in each dressing room. He’d only made one for himself and he’d left it in your room with an invitation to come see him after the show. It’d been a while since you’d seen him perform, and not anything of this scale.

It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t excited to show off for you.

That thought alone was enough to stir his soul in ways only a hot table might.

He checked his D.D.D. but didn’t see any new messages from you. He’d left a ticket in your room, but you’d been so busy lately he wasn’t sure you’d seen it. As excited as he was, he couldn’t come off desperate. If you wanted to come, you’d be there.

Instead, he opened his group chats with his brothers and confirmed one last time with all of them. It was kind of surprising Lucifer and Levi agreed, but some part of him knew that they wanted to show off for you too. 

He grit his teeth, squeezing the D.D.D. just a little tighter.

Even with all the cuts, I’ll still make a lot of money, he told himself.

No use worrying about anything else. He shut off the device and went to his changing room to get ready, running through the steps and lyrics in his head until his brothers arrived. Asmo was just as excited, eager for the spotlight so he graciously pawned off the stage work to him. As the crowd began to gather, he snuck away to sell a few more VIP passes and told Levi he’d be busier than expected after the show, much to his dismay but hey, loads of demons wanted to 1v1 him. Whatever that meant.

The lights flashed on and the music began. He searched for your soul in the crowd, but couldn’t sense it among so many.

Maybe you didn’t want to come.

Or maybe you were busy.

That’s okay, he’d dance for you some other time then.

He refocused his intent on the performance, putting profits at the forefront of his mind as he sang and laughed with his brothers. It’d been so long since they did anything like this, back before a human had ever come to the Devildom. In a time when they’d been the strange newcomers, and had to sway the public in their favor quickly for their own survival.

And now as the Avatars, they’d more or less become celebrities among them.

He leaned into that feeling, remembering the adoration and praise that used to mean the most to him before you’d arrived. 

Yes.

Asmodeus wasn’t the only one that felt empowered by the worship of others.

He was Greed.

He lost himself in the music, his body moving fluidly with every dance. As the songs shifted from lighthearted to more suggestive, he felt the sway of his hips ignite within the crowd and had to let out a heated breath through parted lips.

Desire.

They wanted him. 

Wanted to hold him.

Touch him.

Possess him.

He laughed and reached out to the crowd, drawing eyes to his body as his hands moved up slowly, rolling his hips sensually.

So many flashes of colors sparkled in the crowd as souls were ignited with sinful desire. Lust, Greed, Envy… all glittering like jewels in the night.

Once more, an encore.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and he unbuttoned a few off the top of his shirt to cool himself. How could he have forgotten how good this felt?

“Hah~ Oh my, everyone has been so lovely tonight!” Asmodeus sang out, blowing out a kiss. “I love you!”

The cheers were wild, and Mammon glanced to the side at a Levi that looked positively overstimulated. He smirked, but somehow it grounded him and he moved over to calm him down while Asmodeus ate up all the Lust in the air.

“You look like you’re gonna faint,” he said.

“I-I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Levi said, holding his head in his hands. “I must’ve looked like such an idiot. What even was that dancing you were doing?! What’s wrong with you?!”

He snorted and threw his hands up in a shrug, “I dunno what you mean. It’s easy givin’ the crowd what they want when it makes me richer.”

Levi glared at him, “I thought this was to celebrate our graduation.”

“Yeah, sure,” he hummed, “that too.”

“Mammon, you—”

“Oh, by the way, a bunch of demons wanna battle royale you in some game or something after the show.”

“WHAT?!”

He grinned, “Aw, c’mon, I thought it’d be fun for you to unwind after the show.”

Asmodeus called for one final applause and he turned to flash a grin to the crowd before the lights shut off.

Levi glared at him, then stalked off stage. “How is going into battle after just fighting for my life anything close to relaxing?!”

“Oh well, I’ll just tell him you surrender then.”

“Don’t tell them that!” He snapped. “I’ll be ready in five minutes!”

“Attaboy, Levi,” he mused to himself, following after and quickly slipping away into his dressing room before Lucifer could catch him.

He loosened his tie and pulled out the small chest of Grimm he’d hidden under the vanity, counting the coins and taking a moment to admire their golden shine, even picking up a few only let them drop and send a shiver down his spine at every cling.

The knock startled him, and he quickly shut the chest, holding it close protectively.

“H-Hold on, I’m changing!” he said, hiding it again.

“Does that mean I can still come in?”

His heart soared and he was at the door a second later, opening it and unable to hide his delight at seeing your face.

“You came,” he said, grinning. “How was it?”

“Of course I did,” you teased, motioning for him to step back as you walked in and waved his VIP pass. “I missed the first bit, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity with such a special ticket.”

“Ah, yeah, the beginning was a bit slow so you didn’t miss much.”

You rolled your eyes, “I would’ve been here for all of it if you told me.”

“Well I know you’ve been busy, so I didn’t wanna…” he reached up to rub his neck. “I mean, I…”

You raised a brow, then crossed the room closer to him, making him take a few steps back on reflex.

“You didn’t think I’d want to see my boyfriend perform?” you asked, reaching up to take hold of his tie. “See him having so much fun on stage with his brothers?”

“W-Well…”

You stepped closer.

He retreated.

He bumped up against the vanity, and you pressed closer still.

“You weren’t thinking of me, were you?” You whispered, lightly tracing down his body. “When you danced like that…”

“I wasn’t thinking of anyone else!” he said quickly, and your eyes flicked up to his.

“I know,” you murmured, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. “But I was thinking of you~”

He swallowed, the glow of your soul slowly building in his eyes.

“Y-You were…?” he whispered, feeling his heart race under your touch.

Another shiver down his spine at the soft crook of your smile.

“Oh yes,” you whispered, “Seeing the way you moved… gave me such lovely ideas. Would you like to hear one?”

You smiled, and tucked the silk tie from his neck. “I really liked that move… you know… the one you did with your arms up. Could you show me that one again?”

He lifted his arms up and looked down at you, “I can’t really… move with you so close.”

“That’s perfect,” you cooed, and he groaned under his breath as your soul glowed brighter when you leaned closer. He closed his eyes for a kiss that didn’t come. He opened his eyes again and felt a soft tug of silk at his wrists. 

“What…?”

You touched a finger to his lips. “Careful, that light fixture doesn’t look all that sturdy. If you pull to hard you’ll break it, and then you’ll have to pay to fix it.”

“What?” he sat up straighter, “What’re you—”

Soft lips touched his and he sighed, then moaned as your hands ran down his body, opening his shirt further.

“The walls are kinda thin…” he murmured, and bit his lip as your kisses trailed down his neck.

“Then you’ll need to be quiet~” you whispered, slowly licking up his neck and eliciting a low moan from his throat.

“What’re you… plannin’ to do?” he breathed, letting his eyes slip shut and reveling in the softness of your touch and kisses as they roamed down his chest.

“You looked like you wanted to be the object of desire,” you whispered against his skin, touch so light it tickled across his abdomen. “I’m simply letting my desire out~”

He gasped out a laugh, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Tha… tickles a bit…”

“Aw, does it?” you cooed, reaching down lower to palm over him, feeling him through his pants. When he groaned, you nipped his neck. “Is this better?”

He flexed his wrists, then remembered the fixture. It was almost harder when the bindings were so fragile.

“So impatient,” you mused, pressing soft kisses down his chest as you unbuckled his belt. “But I guess you can’t help being greedy~”

“Would you have me any other way?” he asked, trying to use humor to temper himself but the look in your eyes when you exposed his cock nearly broke him.

“No,” you said, soul alight with greed. “I much prefer you this way…”

He swallowed, the heat under his skin only growing as you cupped his balls in one hand, then used your heel to stroke him as he grew harder.

“You… like me greedy?” he asked, and that quirk in your smile returned, sending a flutter deep in his belly.

“I do~” you murmured, meeting his eyes again as you began to stroke him. Your other hand rubbed up along his chest, and you leaned in to brush your lips over his heart. 

“Actually…” you pulled back, your hand lightly trailing up to trace your thumb over the head. “There is one thing I would change…”

He tensed, watching you closely. “There is?”

You smirked and knelt down, breath so warm against his cock. “I want you greedier,” you whispered, tongue ghosting against his length without touching it as you slowly stroked him again. “Can you do that for me, Mammon~?”

The heat rose and he swallowed thickly, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep his arms still.

“‘C-Course I can, I’m the Avatar of Greed.”

“Yes, but you can be greedier,” you moaned across his cock. “I saw it, you wanted me to see, didn’t you?”

He swallowed again, feeling the pressure at his shoulders begin to burn. “I… I did...”

You smiled, stroking and smearing his pre-cum with your thumb. “Even if I hadn’t, you liked the way they looked at you… the way they wanted to possess you…”

A pitiful whine escaped his throat, the burning at his shoulders aching. “It’s not the same…”

“I know,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes. “Because it wasn’t me, right?”

He couldn’t speak, eyes fixated on the way you smiled so close to his cock.

“The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed…” you whispered, letting your bottom lip just touch his skin, making his hips jerk. “Yearns to be possessed by a human~”

He groaned under his breath, “How long are you gonna tease?”

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head. “I didn’t think I was teasing~”

“Please-” he said, biting his lip when you started to stroke him again.

“C’mon~” you cooed, pressing the lightest of kisses below his navel. “You know what I want, don’t you? Avatar of Greed~”

His abdomen clenched and he gasped out, “I can’t- keep quiet—”

“Sure you can,” you whispered, “You’re the Great Mammon~”

He squeezed his eyes shut again, the ache becoming unbearable, but if he let it out here… what would happen to his self control? What if he broke more than—

Your warm tongue rolled over the head of his cock and he moaned, hips rising into the feeling.

“Let me see you,” you whispered, breath cool against his heated skin.

He couldn’t bear it any longer, loosening his grip on his mana to let the guise fall. Instant relief washed through his body as his wings unfurled, the pressure dissipating only to allow him to feel everything with more intensity. Now he could see your soul shine even brighter, and the expression on your face left him speechless.

“Good boy,” you whispered, lifting his cock to lick the bottom side of his shaft, moaning against it as if that act alone aroused you. 

His face flushed.

By now he knew that, for some reason, it did.

“Please,” he whispered again, but this time he didn’t even have to ask.

You smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear, then gave him a soft kiss before taking him deep into your mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed out a forced breath through his lips, flapping his wings to cool his urges. Quiet. He had to stay quiet.

You moaned around him, tongue rolling along his length as you bobbed deeper, taking him further into your mouth with every stroke. He panted softly, “Y… Y’don’t hafta… so far…”

You hummed, seemingly taking that as a challenge as you swallowed around him and broke the rhythm to take him deep down your throat. He gasped and it took everything in him to not jerk his hips instinctively, and you rewarded him with a fond cup of his balls and met his gaze with bleary, lustful eyes.

He just loved the way you looked at him.

Your soul glittered and you began to stroke him in earnest, suckling on the head just to make him squirm and struggle to hold still.

“H-Hey- If you keep doin’ that y’know I’m gonna—” he bit his lip hard, wings flapping fervently.

“Oh, did you want me to stop?” you asked playfully, popping off his cock but still stroking slowly. “Are you that worried about making noise?”

“N…No…” he breathed, looking down at you. “Don’t stop…”

You smirked and stood up slowly, rubbing your hands up his body to cup his cheeks. “I guess this isn’t the most comfortable place… is it? Should we just forget it and go home?”

He let out a low whine, his wings curving around you. “I don’t want that…”

You chuckled and stepped back, but before he could make another protest, you slipped your panties off from under your skirt and stepped closer again.

“There’s not much counter space,” you said with a playful pout as you lifted one leg to rest your knee beside his hip. “Hold me, would you~?”

His wings folded themselves around you, bracing around your hips to support you gently as you straddled over him. His heart began to pound, and he had to remind himself one quick flick of his wrist would cost him precious Grimm.

And ruin whatever game it was that you were so eager to play.

“Good boy,” you cooed again, hugging your arms around his neck and lowering your hips to rub against him. 

He let out a soft breath, a swell of joy in his soul. “So wet,” he whispered.

“Of course it is,” you teased, nuzzling into his neck as you rolled your hips to rut again. “Did you really think you were the only one that got off on the idea that I possess you?”

He groaned, unable to help rolling his hips up.

You treated him to the sweetest sigh against his neck, moving with him until the head finally found purchase, then sank deep inside. He couldn’t help the gasp, and shivered when you bit into his neck to distract from the pain of the stretch.

“You can dance all you like,” you whispered, rolling your hips and riding him slowly, “Cook up whatever schemes you want…”

His vision blurred until his eyes slid shut and he submitted himself to you, letting you set the pace and take the lead. If he entertained any urges now, he’d have to pay for more than just the light.

“…as long as you know…”

One of your hands cupped his cheek.

“You belong to me.”

Your kiss swallowed his moan and he felt himself slip, losing sense to the lewd taste of him on your tongue and oh by the three realms were you a devil with your tongue. He was grateful for the small mercy as you muffled his moans and whines, swallowing each of them as you rode him with a greedy passion he’d never felt before.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and used his wings to hug you close to his chest, then thrust his hips up in a faster pace. He wanted, needed, you. To always need him. To want him. 

To love him.

He broke the kiss and let out a breathless moan, relief washing away the stress he didn’t know he had, his eyes hazy and so intoxicated by the warm glow of your soul.

You rested your hands on his chest, snuggling close to kiss up his neck before meeting his eyes.

“You came too soon,” you said.

His face heated, “I’m sor—”

You shushed him with a kiss. “It’s okay~ I did tease you a lot.”

He grunted and shifted, a little embarrassed but when you snuggled closer again he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset anymore.

“I love you,” he said softly, using his wing to caress your cheek.

You hummed, nuzzling into him. “I love you too, Mammon.”

“How’d I do?” he asked with a playful lilt, “Did that live up to your fantasy?”

You laughed and leaned in to kiss him again, then reached up to untie his wrists.

“Not quite,” you said, carefully getting off him and searching for your panties. 

He sat up straighter, still a bit dazed as he watched, forgetting how to do much else.

You found your panties and turned your back to pull them on, and he bit back a groan as he watched his cum roll down your thigh as you pulled them up. Shameless, you adjusted your skirt and did a quick check to make sure you looked good before turning to him again with a wink. 

“I think it’d be more fun if you could be a little louder,” you said, and he blushed.

“It woulda been more fun if I could do something too…”

“Agreed~” you stepped toward him and stood up on your toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “So, I’ll be waiting back home for you. Don’t keep me too long, okay?”

“Wh-” You didn’t even give him the chance to ask, already sauntering out of the dressing room.

He stood there a moment longer, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Then he smiled.

“That damn human,” he mused to himself. 

The days came and went and it was almost spooky how easily you slipped into the same routines as always given how nosy and watchful the demon brothers seemed to be whenever you were concerned. It wasn’t as hostile as it had been when you’d first arrived, but you could still see some glimmers of distrust in Levi’s eyes or gleams of opportunity in Mammon’s now and then, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe that all of Asmo’s flattery was sincere.

But even so, you’d wanted to avoid causing too much tension when… certain desires had begun to stir. And with how forward Asmo could be; was it any wonder you’d want to explore some… shall we say beneficial friendships with the devious demons you had the privilege of living with for the foreseeable future?

Especially after, for the most part and all things considered, the demons didn’t seem as threatening or deadly as you or even they themselves had once believed. 

Well.

There were a few instances that still sent chills through your blood, reminding you of just how mortal you truly were. Moments that, for all his fretting and worry, didn’t seem to come from Beel as often as it had with the others as you’d gotten to know them. Sure, he was big, intimidating, and the way he could eat whole carcasses of roasted beasts only to ask for seconds, thirds, even fourths could make your mind wander and wonder just how many humans had fallen prey to his hunger but on the other hand he was so sweet and docile it was hard to imagine he’d ever so much as spooked a human let alone taken their soul.

He’d been so wary around you, especially when you’d first arrived, speaking candidly about the scent of your soul wafting off your skin and how it made him salivate. Hearing how he hungered for your soul, even needing to snack more frequently to fill his belly with something to avoid it being you should’ve encouraged you to keep your distance, but instead it only made you all the more curious.

After all, what demon would go to such great lengths to avoid preying on their prey?

Sometimes you’d wonder if you were being cruel following him around, but in some wordless form of solidarity you only ever really approached him when he was eating something to try and… help him remain distracted with those urges. Meeting up with him during lunch in the cafeteria, or lingering at dinner while the rest of the brothers tapped out for the evening and left Beel to clear the table.

But then… you began to encounter each other outside of meals. Shared classes were fun, but he wasn’t the best potions partner and you’d worried about the consequences of failing while in this place. Was the worst case being sent home or becoming the next ingredient? Not exactly something you’d like to find out.

It still hurt to see the knowing look of disappointment in his eyes when you’d declined to be his partner in the next project.

The moment you saw it, you knew it was something you didn’t want to see again.

But he’d never given you the opportunity after that.

Instead, he invited you to see him play Fangol. Maybe he wanted to help Mammon watch over you, or noticed the guilt in your eyes (or smelled it on your soul?), you couldn’t say but the first game you witnessed was when those first feelings began.

Sports had never really been your strength, something fun to do when you were younger maybe but not enough to take seriously or put your body through so much effort to build muscle. Then, if you weren’t an avid player, why would you bother watching?

You’d never had a friend to root for before.

Someone to watch while they raced down the field.

Holding your breath as they sprinted full speed with the rival team close at their heels, just out of reach of a tackle with the goal line inching closer and closer in sight.

Someone to jump to your feet and cheer for ecstatically when they’d made it only to look up at the stands and meet your eyes, holding the ball triumphantly in the air with the biggest, happiest grin you’d ever seen.

Yeah.

It had to be around then.

Those moments.

With sweat running down his back, making his jersey cling to his thick, muscular frame, violet eyes alive with adrenaline and drive, eager to do it all over again.

Those moments when you’d first began to fantasize….

First began to be a little more forward.

A little more flirtatious.

A little more curious and exploratory.

Sometimes he’d play coy, or maybe he was entirely naive, but every once in a while he’d reciprocate. Mention something about the way you looked today, or how your scent had become something comforting to him. Something he’d looked forward to…

…so why, after that night, was he starting to withdraw from you?

It wasn’t anything too obvious, at least not to his brothers. He’d always been emotionally neutral in larger crowds, but you could feel him pulling away. Whenever you two might be in the same room alone together, he’d remember something or mutter something about needing a snack and disappear. Even hanging around the kitchen proved to be fruitless, so he must’ve started hiding food in his room too.

To… avoid seeing you?

It was the only reason you could think of, and after the fourth dinner where he’d left the table before everything was cleared, you had your answer.

Maybe he regretted what had happened. Was he embarrassed? Or could it have something to do with you?

Stupid. You almost had to laugh at yourself for adding an extra layer of insecurity while living among demons of all things. How many stories had you heard from Solomon of lifetimes long ago with demons punishing sorcerers for poorly worded spells and contracts? Even if he’d laugh it off shortly after and say it ‘was a long time ago’ and ‘humans are much wiser in their manipulation of mana, giving them more of an equal footing at the negotiation table’ and whatever other nonsense he’d ramble about.

Yet here you were, lying in bed and staring up at the ceiling, wondering if you’d turned one of your closest friends away because you’d wanted to get a little freaky.

“This is what I get for being thirsty,” you muttered under your breath as you crossed your arms over your eyes with a sigh. Should’ve just let the urges pass, or paid more attention to demonic anatomy and the effects of a demon’s allure on the human mind. For all his rambling, Solomon never had an answer for why all the demons were ridiculously overpowered and super sexy other than ‘well because it makes it easier to seduce and capture their prey’.

Entirely unfair.

What were you even supposed to do now? Would he tell Lucifer? Belphegor? Ugh, would he even look at you again or did you just make everything stupidly awkward for no damn reason at all?

“Thirsty, huh?”

You froze, worries vanishing in an instant as your blood ran cold.

Surely that had to be your imagination. There was no way he’d actually be here.

You slowly lowered your arms, heart freezing in your chest when your eyes met with two violets glowing cold in the low light.

“What do you mean by that?” Belphegor asked with a slight tilt of his head, eyes never leaving yours.

Yeah, you definitely should’ve let those thoughts stay intrusive.

Your throat dried the moment you swallowed, staring up at him speechlessly. He was perched on the headboard of your bed, somehow weightless and balanced but his presence was so heavy he may as well have been sitting on your chest.

He chuckled softly as if reading your thoughts as he loomed closer. “I know you’re awake,” he said, “tell me what you meant. Why is it your fault for being thirsty?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, then blinked and tried to laugh it off. “O-oh… just uh… dry mouth,” you mumbled. “Dehydrated. Tired.”

His gaze remained unwavering as if he might be reading your thoughts again, but… he couldn’t do that, right?

Or was that just another way demons were stupidly overpowered?

“I see,” he said quietly. “You should drink more water then, humans require a lot of it.”

“Y-Yeah…” you mumbled weakly, trying to keep calm. Ever since that night the two of you had more or less avoided each other. Maybe you should’ve been more cautious or told Lord Diavolo you’d wanted different living arrangements, but you were nothing if not a pushover to keep the peace.

And you’d hate to see the brothers all turn on each other over a human…

Fuck, maybe you really shouldn’t have messed around with Beel. 

The edge of his smile quirked up and he leaned forward to rest his hands at either side of you over the covers, more or less pinning you in place.

“Beelzebub would be upset if you collapsed from malnutrition,” he said smoothly, grinning all the more when your breath stilled and his horns began to extend from his crown. “You don’t want to upset him now, do you?”

You sucked in a breath, but didn’t trust yourself to speak and merely shook your head. He didn’t want that either, right? You still had pacts with Mammon and Beel… could one of them get here fast enough?

His grin widened and memories flickered by.

No.

No they wouldn’t.

“Good,” he murmured, looking down at your face and releasing you from his direct gaze to adopt a more pensive expression. “You at least have some sense.”

“Thanks…?” 

He smirked again. “He’s been acting… strange the last few days. Do you know why?”

So quickly that tentative flicker of hope wavered.

“N-not really, no,” you lied.

“Mm…” he hummed to himself. “Maybe not enough to keep yourself alive…”

“What?”

His eyes flicked to yours again with a brief glimmer of disgust.

“I’m sure I don’t have to get too specific, but if you’re a threat to Beel, I will remove you.”

You shivered again and swallowed reflexively, feeling the ghost’s grip firm around your neck.

“I know,” you whispered, and he smiled again.

“Enough sense to survive,” he mused, leaning back. “You really don’t know why he’s acting strange?”

You shook your head. “No… but if I did something, would you tell him I’m sorry? Or…” you trailed off when his amusement faded. “Never mind. I’ll uh, try to be more careful?”

“See that you are,” he said, hopping off the headboard and disappearing from your view without a sound. “Or I’ll visit you again. I’m sure you’d prefer to avoid that.”

You wheezed out a soft laugh, too afraid to agree aloud but the soft shut of your door brought such a wave of relief you could feel the tears pricking in your eyes. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, throwing off the covers and checking under your bed, then the closet, and finally opening the door to peer down the hall to make sure he truly had gone.

“Why the hell didn’t they ever give me a lock on this stupid door?” you muttered under your breath, shutting it tight. Would it be obnoxious to barricade it?

Wait, never mind demons could just punch through brick walls like they were paper.

You sighed and paced about your room, trying to calm your nerves. Belphegor wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t one to bluff needlessly either. So something had to be wrong with Beel. Maybe he was sick? Maybe it had nothing to do with you at all.

Maybe…

Maybe you were overthinking it all. After all, with all manner of unimaginable powers and manipulations, what could one dumb human do to a demon really?

Yeah.

Yeah!

You laughed away your shaking legs, crawling back into bed. 

Don’t be stupid. You were just a run of the mill human, nothing more than a footnote in their lives. Soon to be forgotten once this exchange program came to an end. You pulled the covers up over your head, silently banishing all the thoughts that teased in the edges of your mind of what that end could possibly mean until you finally, fitfully, fell asleep.

It didn’t take long for the covers to feel restrictive once more, the mattress sinking at either side from some unseen weight. Not just with hands, no, this time…

“I swear I didn’t do—”

You tried to roll onto your back, but the covers kept you pinned so you could do little more than turn your head. Once more you were met with violet eyes glowing in the low light. Maybe you should’ve told Diavolo you wanted to sleep somewhere else. What in your head made you think it’d be safe to—

“I’m so… hungry.”

Relief came swift and you breathed out the racing of your heart. “O-Oh… it’s you, Beel. You scared me.”

A subtle buzz of an insect’s wings told you he wasn’t concealing his demon form before your eyes adjusted to see the horns adorning his crown, eyes glowing low with a slight tinge of red. He’d seemed distracted, but met your gaze.

“I… did?” he murmured softly with another low buzz at his back. 

“Well… yeah, a little,” you said with a lighthearted grin, trying to roll over again but he was straddled on all fours around you and the blanket held you firmly in place. “Um, it’s not bad though, just surprising. I don’t usually get visitors so late.” 

A lie, but it didn’t take a genius to guess Belphegor would prefer you keep your chat between the two of you.

“Oh,” he moved to sit up on his knees, freeing you to roll onto your back while he looked around the room. “It is late, isn’t it? Did I wake you?”

“It’s fine,” You said with a smile, sitting up on your elbows and scooting out from under him. “Are you okay? Did you need help making a snack?”

You might not be a pro in the kitchen, but at least you could finish cooking something without the ingredients miraculously disappearing throughout the process. Was it stupid to find that sort of endearing in Beelzebub? His confusion and disappointment at never being able to quite hold back from snacking throughout was rather sweet, especially since he tried so hard to manage his gluttony.

Especially when it came to you. If demons were accustomed to consuming humans, you would’ve figured he’d be the most dangerous but he’d always—

“A snack…” he repeated as if listening to you from a distance. A low growl rumbled in his belly and you couldn’t help the smile.

“I could—”

The words left you in a startled huff, strong hands pinned at your shoulders with red violet eyes staring down.

“Not… hungry,” he murmured, wings kicking up in a low buzz. “Starving.”

“I could make some hell popcorn?” you offered, “Or maybe—”

Warmth dripped onto your neck and you froze, looking up to see that those eyes… weren’t seeing you. No, they were seeing…

“B...Beel?”

He blinked, the red glow in his eyes fading ever so slight as he swallowed, still keeping his hands firm on your shoulders.

“I… can’t…” He bowed his head. “I can’t… stop… wanting…”

Another audible growl rumbled between you, and you hardly dared breathe.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit fuck.

He wasn’t…

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

“Beelzebub?” you reached up to touch his arm. “Are you… okay?”

His grip tightened around your shoulders and he breathed in through his mouth. 

“I was never allowed to go to the human world,” he said softly, “Not after… not alone…”

Just stay calm. If there was anything useful coming out of Solomon’s mouth it was that small piece of advice. 

Stay calm.

Remember your pacts.

Keep a clear head.

“Humans are tempting to you, aren’t they?” You said, reaching up to hold his other arm as well, gently caressing to soothe and ground him. “Is it our souls that taste good?”

He nodded, “Belphie used to feed me… before… but it’s been so long since I…” Another buzz sent a shiver running down your arms at the breeze, and he finally looked at you. 

“Are you… afraid?”

“A little,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. “You are holding me down.”

Hurt flashed across his face. “I can’t let go.”

“Are you afraid to?”

Another nod.

You bit your lip.

“Do you want to hurt me, Beelzebub?”

A brief pause.

Then a small shake of his head.

You closed your eyes and tried to feign a confidence you didn’t feel. “Good, I trust you.”

“You do?”

Okay, now how did he manage to make you feel guilty for that? The surprised sincerity in his voice…

“I do,” you said, keeping your voice as level as could be while you rubbed up his arms. “You’re my friend, right?”

His hesitation made you open your eyes again, but he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

Something about his expression made you wonder…

“Do you… want to eat me, Beel?”

He flinched and his grip tightened around your shoulders.

Then he nodded ever so slight.

“But if you do that, we won’t be able to spend time together anymore.”

“… I know.”

He still wouldn’t meet your gaze, but somehow, most likely foolishly, you still wanted to trust him.

To believe in him.

“Don’t you want to spend more time together?”

“I…” 

His eyes flicked up to yours, giving you the briefest glimmer of hope.

“I… I want…”

You smiled, squeezing his arms gently to encourage him.

But so quickly those soft violets turned red.

“I’m so…”

“B-Beel… you’re hurting me—”

A low, hungry growl filled the space between you, making your heart freeze at the sight of the demon looming over your head. Sharp fangs flashed into view, insect wings spreading as another growl resonated, this time from his throat.

“Be—”

Your breath hitched, muscles tensing and fear freezing the blood in your veins as a thick, hot lick dragged across your throat. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. 

Only let out a pathetic whimper as those fangs grazed over such delicate skin.

He’s going to eat me.

Tears prickled in your eyes, and you dug your nails into his arms. There was no hope. No chance you could fight him off, let alone do anything to him that he’d even notice.

Beelzebub.

You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing in a shaky breath.

“P-Please… don’t—”

A low, dissatisfied growl answered you and a few tears ran across your temple, seeping into your hair.

But.

The weight above you shifted.

Grip loosened.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, so heady and high it almost felt as if it was pounding in your head. He didn’t seem to be making any moves, didn’t dare make a sound. But you weren’t exactly eager to look into the eyes of Gluttony again.

“It… tasted different.”

You choked back a soft cry, trying to swallow it down. There it was again. That strange innocence in his voice.

His hands finally left your shoulders, and the weight lifted only to focus more around your legs.

“I… I don’t like it,” he murmured even softer, almost… tender.

You chanced a small peek at him to find him kneeling back and looking at the small indents you’d left on his arms.

He traced his finger around a few of them, brows furrowed in thought.

“Your soul was sweeter… that’s what I wanted… not bitter….”

You breathed out slowly and took a chance to sit up and scoot back on your elbows, little by little working your way out from under him. If you could just scoot enough, you could—

His eyes focused on you again and you froze.

“Why don’t you taste the same?”

Still red, but with a kiss of violet.

Your heart squeezed in your chest and you let out a broken laugh. Gods be damned, you were stupid.

“Wh-What? I don’t know what you mean… I showered before bed.” 

He tilted his head slightly, then shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t make it different. Not like that.”

You managed to scoot back far enough to lean against the headboard and tucked your knees up to your chest. Another stupid thought, but a small barrier brought some comfort. Should you use your pact with him now? Order him away?

You chewed your lip.

That would hurt him.

And make Belphegor mad.

But mostly hurt him.

And you really didn’t want to do that.

Idiot.

He looked down at his hands again, wings fluttering briefly in thought. “I wanted more of before, when your soul tasted spiced and sweet.”

“When my…” You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry, I still don’t know what you mean, Beel.”

“At the hotel,” he said, placing his hands on the bed and lowering down to lean in close, meeting your eyes.

Mostly violet with a tinge of red.

“Your soul was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted,” he said, “and I can’t get the taste out of my head. I need more of it.”

“More of…” 

Your face warmed and you tried to lean back, but there was nowhere left to go.

“O-Oh… you mean when we…?”

He nodded eagerly, the gentleness in his mannerisms returning so quickly. 

Was Solomon right in how unnaturally demons could alter their behavior to gain trust, or was he truly sincere?

You bit your lip, remembering how careful he had been then… so gentle… so timid….

“You can taste my soul?” you whispered, and he nodded again.

“When Belphie gives me souls, I taste very little, but with you…” He furrowed his brows. “Maybe because your soul is still in your body…”

You forced a laugh and hugged your legs to your chest. “Sorry, but this kind of talk isn’t exactly making me feel good right now.”

“It isn’t?” That time you almost laughed for real at his genuine surprise. But instead, looking into his eyes almost felt….

He leaned back and sat on his heels. “You’re afraid of me.”

“No, no!” You said instinctively, sitting up straighter. “It’s not that, I just…”

But his expression said it all.

“You thought I was going to hurt you.”

“I…” 

Well.

Yeah.

Obviously.

You bit your lip and rested your chin on your knees.

“Maybe a little.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes scanning yours before he lifted his hands again and turned over his arms, frowning again when he saw your marks.

“Maybe a little,” he repeated to himself, face contorting as if sick. “Maybe you should be. Maybe more.”

“But you didn’t want to, right?” You asked, unsure if you were trying to comfort him or reassure yourself. “You stopped because I was scared, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer, or rather, didn’t seem to be listening. 

“I should tell Lucifer,” he said finally, getting up off the bed.

Lucifer?

Embarrassment rushed to your face and you turned. “No! Wait don’t do that!”

“I have to,” he said, covering your scratches with one of his hands and holding his arm to his chest. “You’re not safe. I hurt you.”

“But I hurt you too,” you insisted, gesturing to his arms. Please anything but telling Lucifer. You did not want that awkward conversation, especially since it’d probably mean you’d have to talk to Diavolo too.

And you were pretty damn sure there was no way that conversation wouldn’t be awkward as fuck.

“That’s not the same,” he said with a shake of his head, still holding his arm close while he walked to the door. “Please sleep, I promise I won’t be a danger to you anymore.”

Huh?

“Beelzebub, wait!” You moved to stand up, but he was ignoring you again.

Just as he’d reached for the door, you let out an exasperated. 

“Dammit, Beel, I said stay!”

Invoking the pact with such force made his body lock in place, caught frozen mid-step with his hand reaching for the door. He tried to turn his head and just managed to look at you through the corner of his eye.

“Wh… why are you… I have to leave, it isn’t safe for me to stay.”

“Yeah, but I can almost guarantee whatever you’re thinking of doing right now is the wrong thing,” you said, placing your hands on your hips. Belphegor would surely lose his shit if Beel was punished and be more than happy to blame you for it.

And you sure as shit were not about to give him an opportunity to retaliate.

“But, I—”

You shook your head and pointed at the bed. “Come over here and sit. You and me are going to figure this out, and if we can’t I will go get Lucifer, got it?”

He hesitated, and somehow that bolstered your confidence.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Slowly, he shook his head and turned, obeying your order and taking a seat at the edge of your bed while you stood in front of him with arms crossed.

“Okay,” you said, standing over the Avatar of Gluttony.

He felt around again and silenced it, but judging by those alerts it was probably some chat conversation he’d have to catch up on. Or Lucifer was trying to get ahold of him to harass him about last night’s party.

Which was totally unfair. Asmodeus was there too and the drinking didn’t get that carried away until he started with his games. Come to think of it, how much had he ended up drinking anyway? He rolled over onto his back and squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness down as far as it’d allow while scrolling through the messages just as a small headache was blossoming. Nothing a little extra sleep couldn’t fix, but turning off the screen and tossing it away worked so much better.

His human rolling over and snuggling up close to him helped plenty~

He looked up at their reflections in the mirror overhead, trying to remember just what had happened last night. You were wearing his shirt, that was a good sign, but you also still had one of your sandals on.

“Hey,” he whispered, watching himself reach around to shake you gently. “Hey, do you remember what happened after the party? Before we went to bed?”

Your face crinkled adorably and you nuzzled closer, tucking your face into his side.

“Oi, don’t do that,” he said in a surprised whisper. “I probably stink!”

You grumbled but wouldn’t budge. If anything, you burrowed closer as if seeking his warmth to hide from the waking world.

So cute. He smiled to himself and looked up at your reflections again, wishing he could enjoy this feeling a little longer but the damn pain in his head was starting to creep in. Washing his face might clear it. Maybe.

He sighed and gently disentangled himself from you, replacing himself with his pillow. Not the same, but should stay warm for a few minutes longer while he brushed his teeth. His heart leapt when you hugged it tight, nuzzling in with a deep breath as if to breathe in his very scent.

So precious. He sat at the edge of the bed and checked his D.D.D. for the time. Still early, plenty of time to let you sleep till breakfast. It was colder than usual though.

“Need pants,” he muttered under his breath, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweats off the floor.

“Mamm?”

He tugged them up over his waist, taking a moment to adjust himself with his back toward you before he looked over his shoulder to meet your questioning eyes.

“I’m just gonna go brush my teeth and wash my face,” he said softly, “I ain’t goin’ far, go back to sleep.”

Soothed, your eyes closed again and you nodded, holding his pillow close.

Ugh, sometimes it was so unfair how cute you could be or the thoughts that would stir in his mind if he lingered too long. Later. You were too tired and probably hungover too anyway. He turned and quietly walked over to the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack so you could hear him and snapping his fingers to illuminate the glowing crystals overhead.

Instantly he regretted it, the brightness so piercing it took him a second to adjust, the headache coming on full force. He leaned over the counter and squinted at his reflection, his eyes puffy and hair an absolute mess. He watched his reflection and lifted his arm with a curious sniff. Not great, but not bad. He turned on the sink and splashed some water under his arms and across his neck, then leaned over to splash his face, its coolness adding some much needed clarity to the morning slog. 

After toweling off and checking his brow line for any stray hairs, he picked up his toothbrush and squirted a nice dollop of minty freshness on the bristles. Then with one hand still on the counter, he leaned over the sink and started to brush his teeth.

“Mammon?” His name was said so gently, and the door creaked open with your face peering in, glaring up at the glowing crystals.

He leaned over to spit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Mornin’, did you wanna come brush your teeth too?”

“It’s too early to be awake,” you complained, pushing the door open more and rubbing your eyes.

“It’s not,” he said, picking up his rinse cup and filling it with some water for you. “Here drink some water. You’ll feel better.”

You nodded and walked over to accept the cup, taking a few sips and looking over at your reflection. “Ugh…” you groaned, setting the cup down again. “What happened last night? Did we win?”

He laughed and turned to rinse off his toothbrush. “I… think so? I don’t remember, but if Asmo asks we definitely did.”

You nodded and picked up a brush, closing your eyes again while combing through your hair. 

He picked up the cup and took a sip, swishing it around before spitting in the sink. You’d positioned yourself in such a way that he needed to squeeze passed you to get out the door, but he wanted to give you time to wake up and get ready too.

“‘Scuse,” he said with a hand on your shoulder, “I’m just gonna—”

“I can see your penis.”

He froze and looked down to see the head was peeking just out of the waistband. He chuckled and looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, smirking. “Well yeah,” he said, “you give me morning wood almost every day.”

Your lips pursed. “Did we have sex last night?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, “but I don’t think so? I don’t even remember getting into bed but I think we probably just fell asleep.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and nuzzled the top of your head. “You really did try an’ keep up with us~ I was impressed.”

But you didn’t seem to be. Instead, stubbornly, you said. “I wanted to.”

“I know,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “It’s okay. We both passed out after drinkin’ so much anyway. I do remember you were real flirty and it made Asmo real jealous~”

You pouted, but relented and tilted your head to the side as he kissed down along your temple. “Did you want help with it?”

“With what?” he asked, not sure he was following your meaning.

A subtle smile crossed your face and you turned into him, kissing his chest before looking up at him through your lashes. “Do you need me, love?”

“I always need ya,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “You know I do.”

“Yes, but…” Your hands were so warm and soft on his chest, eyes alight with mischief as they traveled down to his waistband. “Do you need me?”

Heat rushed to his face and he swallowed, looking down at your fingers sneaking their way into his pants and slowly pulling them down. “I… I’m not gonna ask… it’s okay, I know you’re not feelin’ so g—” He shivered when you reached in and took hold of him, gently caressing his balls with your fingers while feeling his erection with your palm.

“You’re so hard…” you said, feeling over him with such loving care.

“Y-Yeah,” he mumbled. “It gets harder when you touch it, love.”

You grinned up at him and cupped his balls again, pressing your body closer. “You get hard for me?”

“You know I do…” he murmured, headache suddenly not so relevant anymore.

“Let me take care of you,” you said, kissing down his chest as you moved to kneel on the floor. Then you looked up at him and pulled his pants down to his knees, somehow giving him the most innocent expression while his cock extended just a breath from your cheek. “Can I?”

He felt warm, so warm with you smiling up at him. “You don’t hafta… or ask… I mean, shouldn’t I be the one that—”

You turned and held him close, pressing your lips to the base and nuzzling with an affectionate kiss. “You want me, don’t you?” you asked. 

“That ain’t fair,” he murmured, heart picking up when you glanced up at him again, turning to rest your cheek against him, somehow still looking up at him as if you didn’t know exactly what you was doing. “You know I do.”

You smirked a little and closed your eyes, leaning in while lightly caressing your fingers along his length. “You’re so warm… I can feel you getting harder.”

That resonated with him more than he expected, and you giggled.

“You’re such a good boy,” you teased, gently taking hold of him. “Such…” you turned into him again and pressed the flat of you tongue against him and gliding up along the side, gently teasing the tip before licking all the way down again. When he groaned, he could feel your giggle against him and you suckled a loving kiss at mid-length before sitting back on your heels. “A very good boy~”

He leaned forward to rest his hands on the counter, trapping you beneath him and damn if he didn’t enjoy the view. You grinned up at him, giving him a single stroke. 

“So can I?” You asked, reaching up to grab on his pants and tug him closer. “Please~?”

“If you want, but—”

Before he could even say he didn’t mind if you weren’t up for it or had a headache of your own, the warmth of pleasure engulfed him and instead it took everything in him to not immediately thrust into ecstasy.

Your eyes flashed wickedly as your soft little tongue circled slowly, teasing him before you suckled again.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed under his breath, holding the counter tight as a flurry of tingles stirred in his belly. “Babe… go easy on me.”

You giggled and popped off, pressing kisses down his length again. “I can’t help it~ the faces you make are so cute.”

He grunted under his breath. “Yeah, but if you make it feel good too fast it really makes me wanna fuck you.”

“I know,” you murmured, stroking him with a steady pace while looking up at him through your lashes. “I love that look in your eyes most.”

Now the heat rushed upward toward his face, and it must’ve been enough to show because you giggled again.

“Just be good for me and hold still,” you said, sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you move too much on your own, I’ll gag.”

“I know,” he mumbled, watching with bated breath as you looked him over as if deciding how you wanted it. He bit his lip, then whined under his breath when you cupped his balls and looked up at him.

“You want me to make you cum?” you asked with a slight tilt of your head.

“Yes,” he whispered.

You grinned and began to stroke him. “I make you feel good, don’t I?”

“Y…Yes,” he whispered, gripping the counter’s edge.

A coy little hum was followed by faster strokes and possessive little kisses just below the head.

“I make you hard, don’t I?”

He blushed and bit his lip, distracted by the tension in his lower abdomen.

“Mammon~?”

“Y-yes,” he said quickly only to moan when you licked away the pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Good boy~” you praised one last time before taking him in, first to swallow him down as far as you could go, then returning to suckling on the tip while you stroked.

He moaned and leaned heavier on the counter, captivated with watching you worship his cock. At first you’d peek up at him now and then, but then you closed your eyes and really got into it. Wetness and slurps coupled with faster strokes were sending his mind reeling, and he looked up in an attempt to distract himself before cumming too fast, but when he saw you head bobbing just above the counter’s reflection…

“L… Little faster,” he whispered, perverse pleasure in watching you go down on him so eagerly, obeying so quickly and picking up the pace. 

Worshipping the Great Mammon… and seeking his pleasure….

“That’s a good human,” he murmured, looking down at you again and holding the back of your head. “Here… let me…” he rocked his hips to rub himself against your tongue and bit his lip again when you relaxed for him so easily, letting him use you. 

“Such a good human,” he praised, moaning under his breath when you answered with a sensual roll of your tongue.

“Fuck…” He let go of your and leaned on the counter again, shallowly rocking his hips while you started to bob again. “Go fast as ya can, love, and I’ll c—”

You really didn’t need any further prompting; eagerly taking hold of him with both hands and working him so expertly. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought you’d sold yourself to Lust but no you were his and only his. He began to whisper meaningless nothings, begging for you to go faster the more the pressure began to build, his balls so heavy and tight—

“N-Nnghh~” he grunted through clenched teeth, rocking his hips forward as a wave of relief crested and warmth flowed. 

You sputtered and sat back with a gasp while his thoughts were still lost amid the sea of ecstasy, his breathy pants filling the space between them for a breath.

Then you sighed and sat down on the floor, taking off his shirt to wipe your mouth. “You came so much,” you said.

“Did I?” he murmured, looking down at you with worry. “Was it too much?”

You looked up at him and grinned. “Nope~ that just means I made you feel real good, doesn’t it? Now move,” you reached up to touch his stomach. “I can’t stand up with you on top of me.”

He couldn’t help smirking at that and you rolled your eyes.

“Mammon, move.”

“Okay, okay,” he mused, reaching down to offer you a hand. “C’mon love, get off the floor.”

You took his hands and he pulled you up to your feet then let out a low whistle when he saw you fully. You always had such sexy lingerie to wear, but it looked like you’d bought another new set just for him. Soft, black lace hung around your hips with a delicate little thong and golden silk bow. The matching bra was equally soft and small, black lace cups supporting below your breasts with golden ribbon laced around your ribs. More black ribbons crisscrossed over your breasts to complete the cup, but…

He swallowed, eyes fixated on your exposed nipples peeking out, excited and perky.

“I wanted to have sex last night…” you whispered softly, bringing your shoulders back. “I’m sorry I wasn’t— h-hey!”

You squealed adorably when he picked you up and sat you down on the counter, still enraptured in admiring the latest wrapping of your choice.

“You bought this for me?” he asked coyly, leaning one hand on the counter and shifting most his weight to the side, really making an effort to play casual while he blatantly stared at your body. You always loved that.

“I did,” you murmured with a pleased hum while you rested against the mirror and spread your legs ever so subtly. “Do you like it?”

“I do,” he said, letting his voice drop low as his greed began to show. “You look pretty.”

“I do?”

He smirked for you, stealing himself an excited little intake of breath.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, lightly tracing his fingertips along your thigh, just enough to make the goosebumps start to appear. “It’s a shame I wasn’t able to enjoy it last night.”

Only… 

Instead you pressed your thighs together and pouted up at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes so unbearably sincere. “I was just having so much fun with Asmo too and I didn’t know how much I had—”

He shushed you with a kiss, followed by a little nip on your lip.

“I’m teasing you, love,” he murmured, nuzzling your nose with his. “How bad’s your head hurtin’ that you can’t tell that?”

You made a noise of discontent, and he shushed it with another kiss.

“That’s not nice, Mammon…” you said with a soft whine.

“I know,” he murmured, tracing idle circles on your thigh again. “How can I make it up to ya?”

The subtlest of shivers ran down your leg, and you tilted your chin to ask for another kiss. “What do you have to offer?”

He chuckled and reached up to find the ribbon of your thong, following it along to caress across your belly. “Mm… if you’re still hungover… I could go steal some breakfast for ya for starters,” he said, turning to kiss down your neck. “Let you sleep a little longer~ maybe we could go out for lunch.”

“On a date?” you perked up, tilting your head to the side for him.

“Mhm,” he hummed, opening his mouth to touch his fangs to your skin, teasing you with the promise of a bite that wouldn’t come. “S’one idea…”

You sighed contentedly and your legs relaxed again, spreading ever-so-slightly. “Is that your only idea?”

He chuckled again and tickled your tummy, making you squirm. “I have a few others, mostly ‘cause you know how much I don’t like being in debt.”

“Debt? No,” you leaned away from him, even reached up to grab his chin and push him back to look at his face. “I wanted to make you f—”

He nipped your palm, amused. 

Your cheeks turned pink and you pouted again. “You’re teasing too much.”

He reached up to hold your arm, turning to kiss your inner wrist. “Can’t you tell when I’m flirting with you yet?” he said, kissing further up your arm. “Does your head really hurt?”

“A little…”

“Do you wanna go lay down some more?”

“In… a minute…”

He chuckled and gazed at you, rubbing his cheek against the softness of your inner arm. “Do you need me to make you feel good too?”

Your blush deepened and you nodded.

“Alright,” he murmured, shifting his weight to both feet as he reached down to pinch the ribbons of your thong. “Lemme help you~”

You bit back a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your hips so he could slide off your thong with ease. When you sat down on the counter again, he grabbed the backs of your knees and spread your legs further, leaning back to admire you.

“Wait…” he raised a brow, “Are you already wet, love?”

You blushed again and looked away, mumbling, “I like to make you feel good…”

“You’re so sexy,” he said under his breath, unable to resist grabbing your sides and kissing you again. You squeaked in surprise and he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, moaning when he tasted himself on your tongue. Your moans tasted even sweeter, and he joined you when you hugged tighter, threading your fingers through his hair. 

Your body was so soft in his hands, and he could feel every breath expanding in your lungs. Would he ever get used to just how delicate you felt in his hold? Or perhaps…

“Lemme go, love,” he murmured, turning to kiss down your neck again. “I can’t do much if ya hold me too tight.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your arms relaxing for him. 

“It’s okay~” he mused, giving you a playful nibble while he reached up to rub the underside of your breasts with his thumbs. “Hold me tight later~”

Your breath hitched when he caressed again, this time sweeping his thumbs just below your nipples. “Mammon… I’m not sure if I…”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing down your chest. “If it bothers ya too much, I’ll stop, okay? But you did clear my headache~”

You laughed and then gasped softly when he latched, capturing your nipple in his mouth and surrounding it with wet heat. Your back arched and he closed his eyes, licking to coax it to harden.

“M-Mammon—” you keened softly, fingers finding his hair again.

He hummed in response, reaching up to cup your other breast, not wanting to leave it wanting while he suckled. Again you gasped, pressing your chest closer while holding him tight, making him chuckle again. Your tits were always so sensitive~

“That feels good,” you whispered, “Pinch me…”

He let out a playful growl and bit around you, drawing out an excited squeal.

“O-Oh!”

Ugh, why did you have to make such delicious sounds?

He let go only to move to the other and latch again, wanting to see both nice and perky.

“Mammon…” you breathed, his name so tender on your tongue while you pet his hair.

Good human.

He hummed again and felt up your thigh, turning his palm up to touch you with his middle finger. Your hips twitched in surprise, but your legs spread further and he took that as an invitation. Your slit was already starting to wet, but he could do better. First gentle strokes, nothing more than enjoying the soft velvet of your inner labia. 

So… soft…

He moaned around you, lazily rolling his tongue around your nipple as blood started to rush south again.

“Mammon…” you whispered again, tugging at his hair. “Don’t… tease….”

“I won’t,” he murmured, pressing his finger in closer until he felt where your opening was. He couldn’t help smirking to himself as he rubbed around it, feeling you squirm and wet even further. 

“Mammonnn,” you whined.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” you whined, tugging again. “Mammon, don’t tease.”

“Okay, love,” he cooed gently, kissing up your chest to your neck where he nipped your nape. Then he curved his finger and bit back a groan when he felt you clench already. “Whatever you want~” he said, pushing in slowly to his second knuckle.

Your body quivered, so hot and soft and wet. This time he couldn’t hold back the soft moan of appreciation as he started to pump in slowly, curving his finger up to focus on the spot that always seemed to make you writhe.

A pleased sigh tickled his bangs, your arms wrapped around his neck. You slouched back, angling your hips to make it easier for him while one of your legs hooked around his hip.

“More…” you said softly, sending even more blood rushing down.

He groaned under his breath, pumping faster. “How’s that?”

You mewled, hips squirming as you tried to fuck yourself. “More,” you whined.

He pulled out his finger and added a second, pushing them in together until you keened.

“How’s that?” he asked coyly, setting a steady rhythm again and stroking that spot, determined to make you cum. 

Your leg pulled him closer and you held him so tight.

“More,” you panted, arousal lubricating his fingers as clenches began to squeeze even tighter, almost desperately. “M-More—”

He hummed and nipped just below the corner of your jaw, riding out your desperate ruts and using them to find the rhythm you needed. The wetter you got, the harder he felt and he moaned into your neck, losing himself to the sensations. Hot. Wet. Tight. Wet.

Hot.

Hotter.

Tight.

Tighter.

Your legs began to shake and your arms held him so tight.

“M-Mamm—”

Wet.

“M-Mamm-”

Wetter.

The sweetest keen greeted him, a rush of wet and tight surrounding his fingers. He moaned, easing his affections and keeping them in deep as your orgasm rippled around him, your embrace so tight like you needed him to anchor you while your mind slipped into euphoria.

Your breathing eventually settled into deep, greedy gasps, arms relaxing and leg slipping off his hip. He gently pulled out his fingers and stood up enough to see your face, pleased to see you so content. 

“How was that?” he asked, nuzzling your nose again.

“Mm…” you hummed, closing your eyes and nuzzling back. “I feel better~”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

“Mm…” you hummed again, petting him and playing with his hair, then lightly scratching his scalp with manicured nails. “Did you get hard again?”

He smirked. “‘Course I did, but only a little. It ain’t anything to worry about.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him to stand back. Your eyes were languid, yet mischievous. “Will you carry me to bed?”

“Sure, lemme just—”

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in close, pressing your wet, hot cunt right up against him.

“And give me more?” You purred, rolling your hips in one, sensual, roll.

He groaned under his breath, making you smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your lower back and lifting you off the counter, already turning toward the bedroom. “Yeah, I can do that.”

You giggled and crossed your ankles, clinging close and nuzzling into his chest as he carried you. “I love you,” you said.

He kissed your hair, heart full of a warmth he’d never known without you.

“Oo!” You disappeared into the room, the door left open wide. “There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom!”

He held his hand over his stomach, trying to ignore the hunger beginning to stir. 

“We should head back. I think it was Asmo’s turn to cook dinner.” Which meant that while they wouldn’t be as filling, a lot of the dishes would look really nice. He would always say something about eating with the eyes first, which didn’t make much sense. What did it matter what the dishes looked like as long as it tasted good? It was nice to see it make him so happy though, except when he’d smack his hands away and tell him not to touch anything before taking endless amounts of pictures first.

You peered back around the doorframe, cheeks puffing in a sulk. “They have room service and I paid for 3 hours. Just come in here already.”

“3 hours?” he repeated, clutching at his shirt. The ice cream was long forgotten by now. Three hours alone with you… without any of his brothers nearby to interrupt or stop him if he might—

“Yeah, so come on,” you said, walking back out and taking his hand with a mischievous smile. “Come check out the room with me~”

It would be nice to spend some time alone with you.

“Okay…” he said softly, letting you pull him along with your imperceptible little tugs. How such a little human had managed to form pacts with all his brothers, even Belphie and himself, was something he never expected, let alone developing new feelings that made him…

He swallowed thickly and stepped into the room, his calves starting to shake the moment you closed the door. It wasn’t as strong as when he was in your room back home, but the close proximity wafted your scent up to his nose, making him start to salivate. He covered his mouth and looked around the room, the decor varying shades of pinks and reds, plush carpet and a large lush bed set in the middle of the room. A large mirror was hung on the wall across from the bed and he swallowed thickly, looking away from it and trying to figure out where he could sit. But there weren’t any options other than the bed or on the floor. 

Just as he was considering sitting down by the wall to wait out these three hours of torture, you grabbed his arm and looked up at him with concern. “Are you okay? You look like you feel sick.”

Your scent… the warmth of your hand on his arm… the way you looked up at him so innocently as your soul serenaded to him, all but begging him to indulge—

He stopped himself, just barely, holding your cheek and swallowing again. “I’m not sick, I’m just…”

“Hungry?” you whispered back, holding your hand over his with a coy smile.

Famished.

“Yes,” he murmured and you giggled softly. 

“Okay, let’s order you some room service first,” you said, walking away to pick up the phone on the nightstand. “Did you want to look at the menu or should I order for you?”

“Anything,” he said, turning to look away but freezing when he saw your reflection in the mirror. The supple curve of your lower back and subtle sway of your hips as you ordered were sending him in a downward spiral. He didn’t want to think about how meaty your thighs looked or how good it would feel to sink his fangs in, but once again his mouth began to water and he sat down on the bed, holding his head in his hands, ashamed. You were his friend, his precious human friend. What friend would have thoughts like this, even now? Would the pact be enough to keep you safe from him? Or was it Fate that one of these days he might lose control and…

“I should go,” he said, moving to stand up again.

“Beelzebub. Sit.”

The pact compelled him to obey and he sat down heavily on the bed, the frame creaking under his weight. He looked up, but before he could speak you walked around to stand in front of him.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a slight pout. “Do you not want to be here with me?”

“I do,” he said, his heart sinking the more you pouted. “Please don’t be sad.”

“Then why do you look like you’re trying to find a way out?” 

He hesitated and clutched at his stomach, looking down at his lap. “I… I don’t think it’s safe for me t—”

Sweetness touched his lips, your kiss light and soft only to leave him wanting when you pulled back.

“Don’t you trust me, Beel?” you whispered, lingering close and tempting him with your honeyed soul.

“I do, but…” he trailed off again, guilt mixing with lust and hunger in an awful pit in his stomach. A loud, ravenous gurgle interrupted the space between you and you smirked, moving to stand up and answer the door.

“Let’s get you some food,” you said, opening the door and pulling the cart in. 

The fresh wave of new scents were a welcome distraction and he made a move to get up again.

“Sit, Beelzebub,” you said firmly, picking up one of the platters and walking over to him. “I want you to stay right there.”

“But—“

You smiled coyly and scooped up a bite, holding it up to him. “Let me feed you.”

He swallowed and held his wrist, nodding slowly as he relinquished control to the pact, almost finding relief in its bindings as he felt his limbs go rigid. 

“Okay,” he said quietly, feeling a flutter in his chest when your smile widened.

“Open wide,” you cooed, feeding him the first bite. Then another. The pace you fed him was much slower than if he’d fed himself, but it also forced him to savor each bite. This dish was some savory gravy over rice, still hot and fresh from the stovetop. He couldn’t help moaning softly, licking the bottom of the spoon and wishing for more with every spoonful.

You giggled gently and he opened his eyes, embarrassed. 

“Was it good?” you asked, setting the plate down and picking up another.

“Yes,” he said, curious to see what else you’d ordered. “Are you going to eat too?”

“Mm… in a minute,” you hummed, holding the plate out for him. “Would you prefer to feed yourself this time?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the plate eagerly. Roasted boar with mashed potatoes and vegetables. Yum. He picked up the fork and speared some meat, about to take a bite when your hands graced his thighs once more.

“Hey, Beel~,” you purred, gazing up into his eyes. “Do you mind if I… try a little something?”

“What do you want t—” 

You rubbed up his thighs, thumbs dipping low and stroking him slowly.

“D… don’t touch me there,” he whispered.

“Do you not like it?” you asked softly, resting your palms on his lap.

“No… I do, but—”

Again you rubbed across his legs, teasing around but never quite touching, smiling when he stilted his breath.

“But what, Beel?”

“I don’t want… to hurt you…”

“You won’t hurt me, Beel,” you said, the lightest caress ghosting over his cock, feeling along his length.

He shivered and shook his head, trying to distract himself with food, but it wasn’t enough. 

“I could. I could lose control and you’re so small, I—”

“Beel, don’t eat the plate too,” you said with a laugh, standing up straighter. “Damn, where’d the fork go?”

“Huh?” he looked down at the plate, a piece missing on one side and no fork in sight. “Oh… I must’ve eaten it…” he muttered and you giggled again.

“Here, let me get you a new one,” you said, taking the plate and turning around to grab a bowl of fruit. “Don’t eat the bowl this time, okay?”

He hesitated, wanting to take it but it felt like you were ignoring the bigger issue. Again he tried to stand, but the pact held him in place. 

“I can’t,” he said, “First it’ll be the fork, then the plate, then y—”

You stopped him with a finger on his lips, eyes lidded slightly.

“Beel~ don’t you trust me?” you asked again.

He nodded, but trusting you wasn’t the problem. Trusting himself was.

“Then relax,” you said, stepping closer and leaning in, dropping your voice. “I trust you to stay right here,” you whispered, the pact resonating again to strengthen around his limbs. “You’ll be good for me and stay, won’t you?”

He swallowed and shivered when you touched his abdomen, rubbing his belly as it rumbled. 

“But—”

You silenced him with a kiss, nipping his lip in playful warning before slipping your tongue inside. He moaned the moment your lust hit his tongue, so sweet and sinful, like spiced sweets from the human world’s autumn. How many times had he wanted to indulge in you? Fantasizing about how you must taste, every part of you. Your fears, your whimsy.

But your lust truly was something else…

You unzipped his pants and he sighed at the relief in pressure only to tense again when you reached for him, grabbing your wrists.

“Beel…” you pouted again. 

“I… I’m not sure if I can…”

You smiled and kissed him again. “Stay, Beel~ let me satiate my curiosity~”

He groaned under his breath, something about you making him lose sense. You felt around him, gently stroking through his underwear before pulling him out and gasping under your breath.

“You’re so big…”

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, leaning back and lifting his head, trying to focus on the lingering scents of food in the air and not the one he craved most in this moment.

You giggled. “That’s not something you say sorry for, Beel.”

“Oh… sorry,” he mumbled again and you laughed.

“Demons really don’t know how to apologize, do they?”

“I…” he trailed off, making the mistake of looking down at you kneeling between his legs, holding cock in hand and looking up at him with a mischievous expression.

No, it wasn’t mischievous.

It was hungry.

Before he could ask, you closed your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his cock, delicately working your way up to the head. He groaned under his breath, every little touch tickling as he twitched in your hand. Your smile was soft and you glanced up at him, letting your tongue peek out to lick the pre-cum away, making his hips jolt in response only for a flash of red magic to glow under his skin, holding him in place.

“Stay, Beel,” you purred, smearing the pre-cum on your lips as you nuzzled him so lovingly. “If you move too quick you might choke me.”

“S… Sorry…” he mumbled, watching you smile and kiss the head again before taking it into your mouth. Instantly a rush of pleasure pulsed down his length, stirring lower in his belly in a hunger he’d never felt before until he’d met you. But this hunger… wasn’t quite like the one that kept him up at night with nightmares playing in his mind until Belphie coaxed him back to sleep. No… but it was still one that frightened him.

Until you moaned around him and took him further down, gazing up at him with glassy eyes. 

Again, that rush stirred in his belly but he forced himself to hold still, watching as you bobbed, cheeks puffing out to try and take as much of him in as you could while stroking him with both hands what you couldn’t. It’d be a lie to say he’d never fantasized this with you, but to be this close to a human? This intimate and vulnerable, so close to losing himself to the instinct of wanting more of you…

You popped off with a gasp, nuzzling his cock and suckling its girth with shameless abandon. “Beel~ relax or I won’t be able to make you cum.”

He shivered and looked at the mirror, frightening himself with the hints of red flashing in his eyes. “I… I don’t think I can,” he whispered and you whined.

“What? Aw, but you got so hard for me…” you sat back on your heels and looked up at him. “Do you not want me?”

“I… I do, but…” he couldn’t meet your eyes, “I’m… afraid of what could happen if I lost control…”

You said nothing, leaving him in silence as even your touch left him. Yes, he’d known your attraction to him had been growing for a while now and he’d tried to play it off to keep you safe, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to want him back. But he was a demon, not just any demon but the Avatar of Gluttony. Lucifer didn’t even allow him to go to the human realm without another demon present anymore, so what chance did he have in keeping you safe from himself, pact or no pact? It was selfish. It was cruel. There was no way a demon like him could be involved with a human like you.

You chuckled under your breath, catching him by surprise.

“Beel…” You took hold him again, reaching down to cup his balls in your hand and gazing up at him with hunger. “I don’t think you realize just how badly I want to see you lose it.”

“You… what?”

“Hold still, Beel,” you ordered, taking him in your mouth before he could protest. This time your affections were more focused, his cock sliding down your throat before your gag reflex kicked in and squeezed around him, drool dribbling out and down your fingers but your efforts didn’t cease. No, it was almost as if it encouraged you to take in more with every bob, eyes flicking up to his every now and then to make sure he was watching. Watching you drool. Watching you slurp.

Watching you devour his cock. 

He moaned, watching your excitement play on your face as you bobbed faster, feeling pressure beginning to build. This… he was… He leaned back on a hand, covering his mouth with the back of the other while trying to keep a level head. 

Just stay calm.

Don’t lose control.

You moaned around him happily, eagerly swallowing whatever pre-cum wept from the tip before it could even bead, his cock soaked with you. He bit one of his fingers and tipped his head back, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose.

Don’t lose control.

You hummed, soft vibrations tickling as you rolled your tongue along the bottom side of his shaft, coaxing the pressure to build even further.

Don’t lose control.

Stay calm.

“Please…” he whispered, gripping the bedspread and panting under his breath. “I can’t…”

His pleas were answered without mercy, only faster and wetter. He gasped and reached back to hold the bed with both hands, head light and breath hot against his own chest. 

“I… I’m going t…”

Tension coiled in his lower abdomen and you lovingly fondled his balls, unrelenting in your mission to see him come undone. Desperation cried out with lust, his moan a deep sound rolling from his belly, cum hot and thick as it rushed forth to fill your mouth.

Your soft, small, sinful little mouth…

You gagged and popped off him with a gasp, cum dribbling down your chin as more spurted forth, eagerly stroking him until its flow slowed, eyes alight with wonder. 

“Fuck,  you cum a lot,” you said with a lewd grin, shamelessly wiping your chin clean and licking the back of your hand. 

“Sorry…” he mumbled, afraid to even dare to move, order or no order, his grip stiff on the bed and thoughts muddled.

You chuckled and stood up, wiping your hand on the blanket with a wink. “Don’t be~ I said I wanted a taste, and you know what?”

He shook his head numbly, unable to meet your gaze. It was just as he feared. Once wasn’t enough. He needed more. 

You leaned over, resting on his thighs and gazing up at him. 

“You taste delicious~”

Heat rushed to his face and he looked into your eyes. “I… we should go home,” he murmured, “Before I… before we…”

You pouted again and sidled closer, just a breath away from a kiss. “Aw… but don’t you want a taste too, Beel?”

His lips parted, breathing in just enough to taste a hint of the excitement in your heart. Asking him if he wanted a taste was almost cruel… of course he did. It was what might come after that terrified him.

“I’ll let you,” you whispered, smiling subtly. “Just don’t bite too hard~”

“I’m not sure if I--”

You silenced his worries with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing fond. He stiffened immediately, but when you moaned and pressed closer, he couldn’t help reaching up to hold you. As if encouraged by his touch, you placed a knee on the bed and leaned in closer, guiding him to lay back on the bed while you straddled over his lap.

“What’s the matter, Beel?” you murmured, kissing down his neck. “Don’t you want me too?”

“I…” He swallowed, looking up at the ceiling as the hunger began to rise again, your body so warm and inviting, scent so supple and sweet… “I do, but—” He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise at the sudden pinch on his neck, digging his nails into your hips. “What- don’t… don’t do that, please,” he whispered, and you sat back with a soft chuckle.

“Why?” you hovered over him and reached down to remove your shirt, tossing it aside with a smug grin, tilting your head to the side to expose the curve of your neck for him. “Would you prefer to bite me instead?”

“I… I…” His hands were shaking now, holding your thighs in a light feather grip. “I can’t…”

“Yes you can~” you purred, pressing a kiss to his forehead before rolling off his lap and undressing yourself fully, laying bare next to him and running a hand down your body. “Bite wherever you like… just promise me one thing.”

He forced himself to sit up again and covered his mouth, trying to swallow but he just couldn’t stop salivating. He had no idea humans could be so intoxicating, their bodies all but begging to be devoured, encapsulating the sweet essence of life within, such a myriad of flavors all held inside the soul. A human’s wants… a human’s needs… a human’s fears…

Yet again he swallowed, but the hunger…

“Wh… what do I need to promise?” he asked thickly, focusing on the plush carpet on the floor. Why you were attracted to him too, he had no idea. At first it made sense, Asmodeus had said a demon’s charm was only natural to counteract what would normally cause humans to run in fear from their predator. Could prey really truly flee if captivated by beauty?

But what did it mean when the predator was just as captivated?

You chuckled and rolled onto your back, stretching out and feeling up your body with a longing sigh. “Just don’t bite too hard, be gentle with me,” you purred, “you can taste, but no drawing blood~”

Blood.

He shuddered at the thought and turned to you, wanting to reassure you that he would never—

But his heart stopped.

Words all but left him as he stared at the expanse of soft, delicate and exposed skin. A human laying bare before him without a care, eyeing him just as hungrily as he might. Touching yourself with a subtle smirk, invoking the scents of lust to hang heavy in the air.

“Just… a taste…?” he whispered, the last bits of his resolve crumbling with the unsteadiness in his voice.

“Mm~ it’s only fair…” you murmured, reaching up to cup one of your breasts while spreading your legs to tease your slit, spreading yourself for him to see the wetness already forming, already scenting the air so divinely. “You wouldn’t be so selfish to not return the favor, right?”

“R… right…” He’d never been one to be a selfish lover, but most demons could keep up with his needs. Even if your soul didn’t call to him, there was no way a human could have the stamina he’d need.

So…

“Just… a taste….” 

“Mhmm~” you hummed, pinching your nipple while watching him with a smile. “Just a taste to see if you like it~”

“Oh I’ll like it,” he said, moving to lean over you and feeling a flutter low in his belly when your scent turned sweeter. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Really?” You grinned, laying your arms up above your head. “Funny, because that’s what I’m excited for.”

Your nipples perked and he felt the flutter stir higher in his chest, his hand hovering. Hesitating. Just a taste. Just a taste. How long had he dreamed of just a taste?

“Ohh… Beel~”

Your moans were comforting, tension releasing from his shoulders while his hand engulfed your breast, kneading it experimentally slow. So soft and round… a little heavy too, but so squishy. Your chest pressed up for him and he smiled a little, leaning down to kiss your nipple before touching it with his tongue. Instantly a zap of sweetness followed and he moaned, closing his eyes and sucking harder.

Humans tasted sweeter.

“B-Beel—” You gasped, fingers grasping at his hair and pulling him closer.

Such little tugs…

That’s right… he had to remember…

Humans were smaller.

He moaned around you and tilted his head to one side, rolling the little nub around with his tongue. How much sweeter you tasted, nipple growing perky on his tongue. It was as sweet as your kisses, something he’d had to get used to over time to not crave it, but even more intense.

“B-Beel!” you gasped more desperately, pulling hard at his hair.

“Mm…” he unlatched and inhaled a deep breath, brushing his lips along just below, savoring the way you shivered at the sensitivity. “It’s like… tasting bread fresh out of the oven,” he said softly, kissing just below it, eliciting a faint hiss from your lips.

“Did you just… compare me to bread?”

“I did,” he murmured with a fond smile, closing his eyes to trace his lips around your breast again. “I like bread, don’t you?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “I guess?”

“Kissing you is like bread,” he said, adjusting himself to begin trailing kisses down your body. “Sometimes it’s toasted too, or it might have butter…” his stomach grumbled and yours shook with another soft laugh.

“I know you’re trying to be sweet but I don’t know if it’s working for me, Beel.”

“Isn’t it?” He lifted his head to look up at your face. “Haven’t you ever had fresh bread?”

Your face was flush with confusion and you nodded. “Yeah, of course I have.”

“Then,” he sat up on his knees and reached for one of your legs, “You know you’re supposed to wait for it to cool?”

You sighed, but nodded again. “Yes, I know you’re supposed to- eep!”

In a smooth motion he turned you toward him, spreading your legs on either side of his knees. So quick were you to fall quiet, a shaky breath falling from your lips. But, much to his delight, he could taste nothing bitter.

“Then you know how hard it is to wait,” he murmured, leaning over you with hands at either side. Especially once he’d had a taste.

Your face grew flush at the sound rumbling in his belly. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“I’m not very good at waiting,” he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your chest. “It’s easier with you around, but sometimes I still…”

“Worry you might try and eat me?” you guessed, making him lift his head again.

“You noticed?”

You laughed under your breath. “It’s a little hard not to see how such a powerful demon keeps shying away from me whenever we’re alone together too long.”

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lost control,” he murmured, holding your sides and gently kissing down your body. “But I think I… might want to try…”

“Try to… lose control?” you whispered, sucking in a breath when his kisses drifted down below your navel.

“It’s easier to be patient with you,” he continued, lingering while he savored the way your belly twitched under his lips in anticipation. “When you ask me to wait… when you cook for me…”

You laughed gently, “Beel… quit teasing m—”

He bit the curve of your hip, eliciting the sweetest little whine from your throat.

“I thought I might want to eat you,” he murmured, brushing his lips along your thigh. “Every time we kissed…”

You shivered and inhaled a deep breath, holding still for him. “Even now?”

“I still want to,” he said, “but… I think… I want something more…”

“Yeah?” Your excitement was palpable, legs spreading just a little more. It was… nice, to see you trust him so easily, even as he was admitting to just how often he’d fantasized about eating you.

“You remember our pact?” he asked, lifting his head slightly again and chuckling at the soft whine of displeasure you made.

“Yes, Beel, I do.”

“Good,” he smiled a little and sat up, scooping his hands under your thighs. “Will you use it? If I try to indulge too much?”

You nodded emphatically and looked at him. “Yes, Beel, but please… quit worrying so much. You have more control than you think-!”

He lifted your legs up on his shoulders, raising your hips off the bed. “I hope so,” he whispered, “Because I… I’ve never done this with a human before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked up at him, face flush. “Just go slow.”

“Slow,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss over your slit, tasting the first hints of arousal on his lips. “I’ll try…”

“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you to stop,” you said, stilling your breath when his tongue peeked out for a taste.

“I’ll try,” he murmured again, kissing closer to the sweetness, a tang of surprise mixing in but melting into bliss as he dragged his tongue up slow.

You moaned, reaching up to cover your mouth with the back of your hand, breathing shakily. “B… Beel…”

He looked down at you, holding your thighs on his shoulders while lazily rolling his tongue again, savoring the way this affection alone was enough to make you squirm. And how sweet you tasted? The lust in your soul was rising, adding something spiced that just made him want to eat his fill. Was this what it was like to experience a human? So supple and sweet…

“B-Beel-! Don’t- tease!” you gasped, trying to reach up for him but unable to grasp at more than his fingers.

“You said go slow,” he murmured, shamelessly nuzzling into your cunt before latching onto one of your lips and suckling softly, moaning at how delicate you felt on his tongue. 

“Yes, but I didn’t mean— fuc- more!”

More?

He could give more.

He let his eyes drift closed, rolling his tongue over once more before seeking the source of the spiced sweetness he craved most, pushing it inside only to draw back and lick up, testing to find the spots that made you quiver most. You liked when he licked over this little nub… this tasty, soft little button… He latched over it and pressed the heat of his tongue to it, earning himself a delicious roll of your hips into his mouth.

“Oh… fuck… Beel…”

He looked down at you again and pressed once more, delighting in the way your desperate hands pinched his fingers and the whining keen from your lips. It made him… hungry, but not in the way you had before.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, kissing you while you laughed out a whine.

“Yes, don’t stop…”

“I won’t… but I might…” He shifted to support one leg on his shoulder and reached down to feel down his belly, the feeling stirring lower once more. “I want so much more…”

“Please, Beel,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his neck to entice him. “Please.”

He groaned under his breath, unsure if you might hear him but he still had to say it. “Please stop me if I hurt you…”

“Mm…” you hummed, thighs squeezing him tight.

He let himself relax, trusting you to keep your word. He would try his best, of course he would, but he… he wanted…

A shiver ran down his back and he grasped at his cock, squeezing just below the head as he pushed his tongue in, moaning at the startled clench that greeted him only to soak him with the sweetest nectar. More. He tilted his head slightly to push in further, wanting, needing, more with every stroke. Dimly he could hear you squealing. Frustratingly, he could feel you bucking. Squirming. Wriggling. Smearing the sweetness all over his face but not letting him drink it.

In an abrupt need to keep you in control, he let his guise break, horns extending from his head as his wings unfurled at his back, flexing in a low flutter. Both hands gripped your thighs now, lifting you even higher until only your upper back rested on the bed, angling you just where he needed you to be.

“B-Beelzebub—” you gasped in surprise, arms falling up above your head with eyes wide. “What’re y—”

He shoved his tongue in deep, breathing hot over your cunt as it reached further than before and oh you tasted even sweeter the deeper he could go. Your mewls were drowned out by his own groans of ecstasy, cock weeping pre-cum as he pumped his tongue in again and again, wetness coating and surrounding him with the taste he’d never even known he could begin to crave so desperately.

“B-Beel I’m gonna—” you pleaded, desperate to get his attention but his focus was lost now. All that mattered was this feeling, this flavor. Your soul so hot and spiced, arousal running down his chin until an abrupt squeeze trapped his tongue inside, holding him tight.

And oh did that taste nice~

He nuzzled closer, moaning as you came around him, whimpering in need when he slowly dragged out only to lick long and slow over your softness, letting the full length glide over your clit before he swallowed thick. 

“Be… Beel…” you gasped out, reaching for him but unable to find him.

“Hold on,” he murmured, lowering you gently before rolling onto his back, keeping your thighs nice and snug around him. His horns pressed into your belly, and he reached up to guide you to hold them. “Keep yourself steady for me.”

“Keep… what?” You laughed breathlessly, hands holding him so light while you quivered above him.

“I’m not done,” he said, kissing over you again. “I’m still hungry.”

You tried to laugh again but whined instead as his tongue began to push inside, its tapered length reaching in deeper before he flexed it, making you whimper and clench again. Interesting… He relaxed his tongue and flexed it again, causing your hips to rut subtly.

He smiled. 

What if he…?

He reached up to hold your hips and lifted his chin, humming low and deep, letting the vibrations travel down his tongue while you keened above him, riding him with desperate need. This angle was better. Easier to pump his tongue while you rode him, and he could taste so much more intensely.

When your breathing became labored and grip tightened around his horns, his name falling from your lips he grasped at your thighs and pushed in deeper, moaning as he swallowed your cum. Such a heady aroma filled the air, he’d almost wondered if humans could be more seductive to demons than the other way around…

But it still wasn’t enough.

Again he wanted to feel you, taste you, build up until you crumbled before him. Eating humans could mean many things, or at least that’s what Asmodeus had always said, but he never imagined it could be as satisfying as this.

“B-Beh…”

Your desperate gasps were sweet as honey, body shaking around him, overstimulated and needy. Just one more… at least let him have one more… 

He gripped your thighs tight, moaning as he planted the best openmouthed kisses he could give while sloppily thrusting his tongue in and out, letting his pleasures vibrate deep inside as your walls began to quiver again.

“Be… please I’m… s’tired…”

More.

He rolled you over onto your back and thrust his tongue in deep, eliciting a sharp cry as you came so good for him, drenching his chin in euphoric bliss. He moaned and eagerly drank from your soul, pleasure rising knowing it was him that made you taste so sweet.

“B…buh….” You groaned, lightheaded and dizzy, fingers weak around his horns. “Fuh…”

Gingerly he lifted his head, reluctant to leave but eager to thank you for the meal. He drew his tongue out slowly, giving you one last kiss just above your clit before he sat back with a small smile. 

“We should probably stop for now,” he said with a small grin, “It was a good first meal, but I really might devour you if I keep going.”

“Mmgh….” You groaned, staring blearily up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Can’t… move…” you mumbled.

He frowned a little and moved up higher to check your face, gently touching your cheek. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head meekly and gazed up at him with starry eyes. “Just… a lot. More than… I’ve felt before.”

Relief washed over him and he smiled, knowing it was selfish but he had to ask.

“I can stop now, but… if I wanted to… would you let me taste you again?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a breathless laugh. “You can do that any time, Beel. Just let me catch my breath once in a while.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured, trying to ignore the feeling still stirring. He could keep control, but now that he knew just how good you could be…

It was so hot.

Beelzebub sat down heavily on the bench and took off his helmet to wipe sweat from his brow, starting to feel a little dizzy. The heat wave rolling through the Devildom was more intense than he’d last remembered, but it hadn’t stopped him from playing until today. When a few of his teammates began collapsing in the heat, the coach finally decided to call off practice for the day and sent everyone to the showers. 

But it was still so hot.

Even as the icy water ran down his back, the dizziness in his head wouldn’t go away. To make matters worse, he’d already eaten all the snacks he’d packed for practice and dinner was still a few hours away. As if on cue, his stomach grumbled at the thought and he groaned under his breath. This wasn’t good. Dizzy, lightheaded, and starving? That was just asking for trouble.

Maybe he could stop by Madame Scream’s for a quick bite? He’d heard they were selling all sorts of frozen treats, but he hadn’t had time to check it out yet. Another roll of hunger answered the thought for him, and he smiled to himself, getting dressed quickly. 

It wouldn’t hurt to invite you along too.

He’d sent you the message, hoping you’d be free but offered to bring you something back if not. He hoped you’d say yes, not just to see you but also because he… wasn’t so sure he’d be able to resist eating whatever you might ask him to bring home. It didn’t happen every time, and the few times it had you weren’t that upset, but he still hated seeing the disappointment on your face when he wasn’t able to bring you back something tasty.

Especially if it was too tasty.

But you agreed to meet him, your smile so refreshing when your eyes met. The line was already out the door, but it was moving fast.

“How was practice today?” you asked when he reached your spot in line.

“It was okay,” he said, reaching up to touch his forehead. “I wasn’t able to run as far, but I still managed to stay up whenever someone tried to tackle me.”

“I’m surprise you all still played,” you said with a soft hum, “It’s so hot out I would’ve thought it’d be cancelled.”

“I think that’s why they couldn’t bring me down,” he agreed, “we might be able to tolerate extreme temperatures better but even demons can get overheated.”

You grinned up at him. “Is that why we’re on a little ice cream date?”

He blushed a little and looked down. Your feet were so much smaller than his. “I… thought it might be nice. Food usually tastes better when you eat with someone.”

“Well I’ll never say no to ice cream!” You said with a cheerful laugh, reaching for the door when it was finally your turn to enter.

The inside of the shop was nice and cool, a sharp contrast to the harshness of the outside, but the dizziness in his head wasn’t ready to leave just yet. But the scents… the scents that wafted in the air so sugary and sweet…

“Beel, you’re drooling,” you teased, and he blinked, bringing a hand to touch his lips.

“I am?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Almost. Did you not eat lunch today?”

“No, I did. I had a roasted hellhog sandwich with extra fries.”

“Well no wonder you’re hungry if that’s all you had!”

He smiled sheepishly, “Well, I did ask for seconds and thirds, and then my snacks…”

You grinned up at him. “You’re really making me jealous, Beel. I wish I could eat like you.”

His face warmed, but it felt a little different than the heat of outside. It was something that only seemed to happen with you. Something about you made him feel… warm.

“I don’t think it’s something you should be jealous of,” he said quietly, resting a hand on his stomach. “It’s… not always fun, especially for those around me.” You’d even seen it before, the few times when his gluttony was too much for him to control and the beast he’d become when hunger devoured his senses.

“What’re you talking about? We’re getting ice cream! That’s more fun than anything I can think of!”

There it was again. That… warm… comforting feeling.

“We should probably eat it before we get home. Lucifer usually gets mad at me for eating too many sweets before dinner.”

“Why?” you stepped up to the counter and looked over all the different options. “Sweets have never ruined your appetite, have they?”

“No… but,” he tilted his head in thought. “I guess I don’t know why he gets mad about it.”

“He gets mad about a lot of things,” you said, pointing at the flavor you wanted while the demon at the counter scooped and placed it into a bowl. “If it’s not you, it’s Mammon. Or Belphie. Or Levi. Or I don’t know, someone. Someone always has to be the hard ass and he embraces it with joy, I think.”

He chuckled and ordered a double scoop of blood strawberry and hell raspberry, but when he moved to pay you swiped your card too fast. 

“Hey I was going to—”

“It’s okay,” you said, picking up both bowls with a wink. “You can pay next time.”

“I… okay,” he said, following you outside. You looked around at the tables all set outside the shop and frowned, all of them already filled with patrons enjoying their frozen treats. 

“Why don’t we go to the park?” you suggested, turning on your heel to walk backward while he followed. “There’s some benches we could go sit on, right?”

“We could also eat while we walk home,” he said, the mixture of cream and fruit serenading him and making his mouth water. 

You giggled and shook your head, turning around again and setting off toward the park. “Nope! If we do that the date’ll be over way too soon!”

He groaned inwardly, feeling his stomach gurgle and your scent mixing in with the sugar and cream was not helping.

“Okay,” he said softly, following after you. Just focus on the good warmth he felt inside every time you smiled. That warmth that always hit in his chest but somehow made him feel a little fuller.

“Ugh,” you groaned and plopped down on the first bench you saw and spread out your legs. “How is it so hot when there’s no sun?”

He tilted his head slightly, “Does the sun make your world hot?”

“Well, yeah?” You raised both bowls of ice cream to the sky. “It’s a massive fireball beaming light and heat on us where I’m from.”

He looked up at the sky filled with countless stars. “Aren’t all stars like that?” He knew Belphegor would talk about the life cycles of stars sometimes, but he couldn’t remember all of it. “Maybe all the stars are like your sun?”

You laughed and held his bowl out to him. “Yeah, maybe? Who knows. I still can’t wrap my head around it always being night here.”

He took the bowl and sat down beside you, glancing down at you kicking your feet while you happily ate your ice cream. Were all humans always this small, or was he large?

“I didn’t think about that… do you miss your sun?”

“Sometimes, but lately I- oh—!” You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your lips together. “Agh! Brainfreeze!”

Somehow that made him smile and he turned his attention to his treat, scooping up a bite and moaning when the first cooling relief touched his tongue. The berries were tart and sweet, the cream luscious and silky, and the texture so soft as it slid down his throat he couldn’t help sighing contentedly. 

“I needed this,” he said, scooping up another spoonful. Then another. Soon the ache and dizziness from Fangol practice began to ebbe away and he looked down at you. “How’s yours?”

You bit your lip, still holding your bowl but it didn’t seem like you’d eaten much. “Oh! No, it’s good!” you smiled sheepishly up at him, noticing his disappointment, “Sorry, I think it might just be a bit too cold for me, I have to eat it slower.”

“Oh,” he frowned a little. “I didn’t know… maybe I should’ve tried to find something from the human—”

“No, no! It’s great!” you shook your head and shoved another bite in your mouth, nose crinkling adorably when you shivered. “Be-Besides—” you stuttered, shivering again. “I-I’m pretty sh-sure anything from the h-human realm would’ve melted b-by now.”

“I can finish yours,” he said, taking the bowl from you. “Next time we can try an ice cream shop in the human realm?”

You sighed and leaned back to gaze up at the stars. “Yeah, that could be fun.”

He stacked the bowls together and dipped his spoon into yours, curious of the flavor you’d chosen. “It’d have to be further in the future. I know Mammon and Levi will be excited to go, but it still takes a lot for all of us to travel together.” The fact that you had a pact with all seven of them wasn’t helpful either. A shiver ran down his spine. Lucifer would not be happy about all the paperwork that would take.

“Yeah…”

The spoon clinked against his teeth and he tensed, looking down to confirm it was in fact your hand resting on his thigh.

“It could be fun with all of them,” you said with a wistful smile, eyes still dazzled by stars. The look in your eyes was always something that made him feel all sorts of things inside, like hunger but…

It didn’t hurt.

“But I think…” you continued, thumb caressing his leg absentmindedly while his heart raced in his chest.

“… It could be fun to go just the two of us.”

A new shiver ran down his back as your hand drifted higher, and he shoved a massive spoonful in his mouth to cool the rising heat inside.

“Don’t you think?” you asked, tilting your head to gaze up at him with a smile.

Your eyes were so bright and innocent, but your hand was not supposed to be there! Didn’t you know what your touch could do?

“Beel?”

He swallowed thickly and your smile brightened.

“How’s the ice cream?” You asked, fingers drifting down along his inner thigh as you leaned onto his leg for support. “Is it good?”

“Yes…” he said, unable to speak above more than a simple breath. “Did you… want some more?”

You shook your head and he took the opportunity to distract himself with another spoonful, trying to focus on the flavors on his tongue but everything melted when your pinky grazed his balls.

“It’s too cold for me,” you said, rubbing across his leg to not so subtly stroke your finger against him, that smile turning coy. 

“Oh… right,” he tried to take another bite, but it must’ve dissolved on his tongue because he couldn’t taste anything at all. “I forgot you said that.”

You chuckled and knelt up, placing your free hand on his chest, making him swallow a second time.

“That’s okay…” you said softly, eyes focused on his mouth. Was he drooling again? He really tried to not think about how good you smelled, but it was so hard when you were this close. Usually if he had food nearby it wasn’t so bad, but this. This was—

You leaned in closer and licked the corner of his mouth with a gentle hum. “Mm~ booberry.”

A jolt ran through his spine and he sat up stalk-straight, feeling no less cooled than before.

“What was that for?” he asked. “If you wanted some I could’ve—” 

Your hand drifted higher and he dropped the bowls, ice cream splattering on the ground while he grabbed your wrist, face feeling like it was on fire. 

“Don’t touch me there,” he said under his breath. “Not here. I can’t… I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You cupped his cheek and kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and filling it with the spiced sweetness of your lust. He groaned, unable to help himself as he reached up to cup the back of your head, deepening the kiss and sucking on that sweet, sinful tongue. Any time he managed to sneak a taste of your soul it was all he could think of for days, but now? Now all he wanted was more.

A little nip on his tongue drew him back, giving you space to breathe. “Careful, Beel, we’re still at the park…”

“I don’t want to let you go,” he murmured. 

“Yeah, it would be a shame to stop so soon after just getting started,” you mused, sitting back down with your chest nestled close to his arm. “Maybe we could sneak in a little dessert before dinner back home?”

“No,” he frowned, “my brothers will all be home by now, there’s no way we’d find time alone.”

“Oh… well then, maybe we...” you shifted and palmed over him, stilling his breath when you felt along his hardening cock, “…find a room to stay in and order some takeout? And then I take you out~”

He shivered again and held your wrist firm. “That could be dangerous… just you and me.”

“Oh! We should grab some of these, and obviously Super Spicy Newt Chips are a must.”

Mammon turned to you and dropped the snacks in the basket on your arm, then the drink aisle caught his eye. “Hmm… we should get some Ultra D too, it’ll help us stay awake.”

“Sure thing,” you said, following after him and tossing a few other items along the way. “What’s all this for?” you asked, tone light until you nudged him. “Got a big study session planned or something?”

“What?” He scoffed and grabbed a few cans, adding them to the basket. “‘Course not, studying’s lame. What I do have planned is even better.” He smirked when you adjusted the basket, the weight of all the snacks making it a bit heavy for you to carry. 

No worries, human. The Great Mammon’ll help you out~

He took it from you before you could even ask. “Solomon and I decided to do a so-called test of courage, ya see. We’re gonna film ourselves watchin’ a horror movie, and whoever looks less scared wins.”

You stared at him blankly, “You’re… doing a test of courage?”

“Well yeah, it didn’t sound so hard,” he said, looping the basket on his arm, “besides, I’m super chill with horror movies, y’know.”

“Since when?” you asked. 

“Since… always?”

The skepticism in your voice was palpable while you followed after him. “You didn’t like… bet money or anything did you?”

He laughed, “What? You worried I’m gonna clean the sorcerer out?”

“No, I’m worried he’s going to walk away with more than you realize.”

He rolled his eyes, “It’ll be fine, it’s just some dumb movie anyway and besides you’ll be there with me.”

“Oh is that so?” you laughed a little, “So you need me to protect you, is that it?”

“What?!” he turned on his heel only to catch you laughing again. “No. I need you to record for me. Why do you keep actin’ like… oh.” He put a hand on his hip, smirking down at you. “Don’t tell me you’re a scaredy-cat~”

You snorted, “Oh that’s rich coming from you.”

He scoffed and turned to walk away. “If you keep that up I might not share the prize.”

“Oh yeah? It must not be all that great if you’d consider sharing it anyway~”

He scowled over his shoulder. “If this is the thanks I’m gonna get, I might just go tell Solomon I don’t need any help with y—”

Shit.

He clapped a hand over his mouth.

Almost slipped up there.

“Hm?” you hummed, leaning into him with a mischievous smile. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing,” he said, “Let’s go get some hell popcorn too while we’re at it.”

“Oo yeah! Can’t have a movie night without popcorn!” You cheered, taking the lead to find the most favored of movie snacks. Once the basket was full of treats, the two of you went up to the counter to pay.

He set the basket down and glanced at you with a coy grin. “You uh… got your wallet right?”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “Yeah… why?”

He waited for the cashier to begin ringing the items up and feigned a sigh. “I mighta forgot mine. Would you mind paying?”

You rolled your eyes, clearly not buying it and he chuckled. C’mon now, why else would he have invited you on this shopping trip with him? 

“C’mon, please?” he asked, clapping his hands together and leaning into you with a playful nudge. “After all, we can’t really have a movie night without snacks, right?”

Your cheeks puffed until you blew out the sigh. “Seems awfully convenient for you to just forget it.”

“I think you mean inconvenient,” he teased, unable to resist glancing at the screen with the totals increasing and feeling… antsy. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a lot more than zero.

Way too much.

The cashier finished ringing up the items and looked between the two of you expectantly. “If you’re not going to pay you’d better tell me now before I waste time bagging everything.”

You looked up at him and he smirked, turning out his pockets to show he did in fact forget his wallet. Annoyed, you took out your wallet and swiped your card. “You owe me.”

Cha-ching!

He shivered ever so slightly at the delight of money being spent on his behalf. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay you back, you know I will. Eventually.”

You rolled your eyes and picked up a few of the lighter bags. “Don’t push it.”

He grinned and grabbed the rest, following you out of the market. “Aw c’mon, you know I could always swing it the other way.”

“Swing what which way?”

“Oh, just that y’know with our pact and all I’ve implicitly trusted you with my powers, so…” He turned on his heel, walking backwards while grinning down at you, your expression a delightful mix of frustration and adoration.

While looking at him.

“…it’s only right you take care of me~”

You snorted almost immediately and shook your head, picking up the pace to walk passed him. “You just wanted Goldie back, there was no trust involved.”

“Hey! That—” Well, it was true. Kinda. 

He jogged a bit to catch up to you, matching your pace. “Always gotta be such a stickler for the details, don’t ya?”

It was your turn to nudge him with a smirk. “Kind of have to be, don’t I? Otherwise you all would’ve eaten me head to toe ages ago~”

“A-Ah…” For once, he was grateful for the eternal night and the coolness of the Devildom’s air. “I was… mostly kidding about that.”

“Mostly, huh?” you mused, “So some part of you was serious?”

“Well yeah, but not like… I mean…” He trailed off and glanced around at the demons of all Vices milling about the streets. Even with your pacts, whenever you were around it was obvious the enticement of your soul was enough to give them pause. To make them linger. The temptation always on the edge of impulse, the ache to fill the void with—

“We uh, we should head home quick,” he said, placing a hand on the small of your back, “some demons are lookin’ at you a bit too much.”

“Aw~” you laughed while he leaned back and locked eyes with one such demon, wordlessly warning them to keep their distance. “Someone’s jealous.”

As much as he would’ve liked to believe you could walk around the Devildom on your own…

You really had no idea.

Once home he could breathe a little easier. The plan was to set up his room and camp out until the test of courage was done, but Beelzebub caught scent of new snacks entering the building and was quick to whisk you away. Annoying, he’d underestimated the glutton’s nose, but it worked out well enough. While you prepared an offering of hell popcorn and Ultra D, he had time to clean up his room (mostly) and get the projector ready. After kicking a few stray clothes under his bed, he looked over at the setup in the center of the room, trying to decide what would work better. He could move the chairs and treat it like a theater, or he could move the couch…

Moving the couch meant you might sit closer.

Couch it is.

First he shoved the chairs to the side, but then it looked a little too obvious what he wanted, so he pushed them back. Then he moved the table forward a bit and dragged the couch around, lining it up with the screen and checking the angle from behind.

Yeah, it was looking pretty good.

He set the snacks out on the table and added a frigid stone for the drinks, activating it with a quick curse to keep them cold. Might have to remind you not to touch it or you’d turn into a human popsicle.

Not bad, not bad.

Now he just needed to make sure no one interrupted his da- movie night with you.

He walked over to the door, drawing invisible runes on its surface while murmuring in the infernal tongue, dissuading all who might enter save for the human he fav—

“Sorry I’m late!”

The door swung open, nearly smacking him in the face and stopping him mid-incantation.

“H-Hey! Don’t ya know how to knock?!” 

You blinked, looking up at him a little confused. “Oh, did I interrupt something?”

“No,” he said, stepping aside to let you in and shutting the door again, staring at the runes only he could track. “I was just… uh… practicing.”

“Practicing…” you echoed, gazing up at him long enough for him to wonder if you’d caught on. You stepped closer and touched his forehead, your closeness making his heart skip a beat.

“Wh-What’re you—”

“So first you’re not afraid of scary movies, and now you’re practicing magic…” You tilted your head, palm soft and warm. “Mammon, are you feeling okay?”

“Am I…?” He scoffed and swatted your hand away, much to your amusement. “I’m fine. Why don’t you go sit down and lemme finish?”

“Okay, okay~” you teased, sauntering around him and leaving him to it. Just as he’d started again, you spoke up. “Though, you are a bit of a hypocrite.”

“What?! Since when?” He was pretty sure he’d kept his story straight with you, it wasn’t like he had anything to hide. If anything, he was too honest with you sometimes.

You laughed and cracked open an Ultra D, “Mister ‘don’t-ya-know-how-to-knock’ over here asking since when? C’mon dude,” you paused to take a gulp, “you barge into my room all the time.”

“O-Oh…” he sighed with relief and muttered the last few syllables of the curse before turning to join you. “Well, that’s kinda different anyway.”

“Yeah?” You lounged back and grinned at him. “I’d love to hear how.”

Fuck, he really did love that smile.

“Well, as you know you and I have a pact,” he said, walking around the couch and picking up a piece of popcorn. “Being the Avatar of Greed, naturally that means what’s yours is mine.”

“That is not what that means,” you laughed.

He smiled and plopped down next to you. “How would you know? I’m your first.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, wouldn’t that mean all my stuff belongs to Levi, Asmo, Satan, Lucifer, and Beel too?”

A wave of tension rolled up his back and he forced out a laugh, trying to keep it calm.

“N-No, just me.”

“Mm… that sounds like…” You leaned closer, reaching across him to grab the remote while he naturally leaned back, swallowing the thick feeling in his throat. “Awfully greedy~”

He breathed out once you sat up, “Well… Yeah, that’s kinda who I am.”

“True,” you mused, clicking play while he snapped his fingers to dispel a few glowing crystals and dimming the lights. “I guess I can’t hold it against you too much then, but,” you waggled the remote at him, “don’t forget you can only claim what I give, capiche?”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I know.” It wasn’t like he wanted to steal from you anyway. You either had nothing or the risk was higher than any payout he’d gain. 

Even when he found out you had a few fan clubs, the thought of some weirdo owning a piece of your clothing or lock of hair after shelling out the amount he’d charge…

He shivered again and you chuckled, “Getting spooked by the title screen already?”

“Sh-shaddup! How many times do I gotta tell ya I don’t get scared?”

You laughed, “However many times until it’s actually the truth?”

He scowled and reached over to steal a handful of hell popcorn, delighting in your dismay as the movie played. The scenes were a little cheesy at first, and he tried to make a few jokes to loosen you up and make sure you wouldn’t be too scared, but then you started teasing him again and acting like he’d be the one who’d get scared.

Psh.

As if.

He’d show you and Solomon just how wrong you were~

Just as he reached for a can of Ultra D, the scissor devil revealed themselves and lunged at the camera. He yelped, dropping the can much to your amusement, but he wasn’t scared. That didn’t count!

It was a jump scare!

Quit laughing!

When your teasing finally relented and it was agreed that a cheap jump scare didn’t count, the movie restarted with you holding the D.D.D. and dutifully recording his reactions. This time he knew what to be ready for, and had a better idea how the movie was going to play out. No cheap tricks were going to mess this up for him.

So the second one was totally a jump scare too.

And the third.

By the fourth it was getting late, and even with all the sugary snacks and Ultra Ds, you were starting to nod off. Poor human~ You put up such a good fight, but he could see your eyelids were getting heavy and your head would dip every now and then. Must be hard staying up late, huh?

“Here,” he plucked the D.D.D. from your hands and propped it up on the table, making sure he was enough in frame for it to catch his reactions. “There, now you don’t gotta hold it.”

“Thanks,” you yawned softly, “Why didn’t we think of that earlier?”

He chuckled and settled back into the couch. “Eh, we got it now so who cares?”

“Mm…”

He almost would’ve suggested you could lay in his bed, but the movie was almost over anyway. Just a little longer and he could take you there or walk you back, but… he hoped you wanted to stay tonight. This time around he’d made it nearly to the end of the movie, the climatic arc about to hit its peak. All he had to do was just make it to the credits and—

He yelped, the sudden weight on his shoulder nearly making him jump out of his skin, but when he looked over to see you… having fallen asleep…

Resting on his arm…

Breathing so peacefully…

His human…

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, freezing when the lights flickered.

Fuck.

He glanced at himself recorded on the screen.

“Dammit,” he muttered, leaning over to pick it up. “Now I can’t sent that one either.”

He stopped the recording and played it back, watching the moment you fell on his arm and he almost…

Delete.

He sighed and turned off the movie, tossing the D.D.D. on the table with a clatter, rousing you briefly.

“Mm…” You hummed, sitting up sleepily with eyes still closed. “Mm… Mamm…?”

“C’mon,” he murmured and stood up, leaning over to pick you up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mm…” You yawned and nuzzled into his neck with a sigh, making his whole body tingle.

“D… Don’t do that,” he whispered, carrying you over to his bed. At least you’d been smart enough to change into comfy clothes before, he should’ve thought of that. Although, it would’ve been fun changing you too, especially if you hadn’t brought anything and had to borrow one of his—

Wait—

He dropped you on the bed a bit too abruptly, sucking in a breath to suppress a small curse. You bounced, but didn’t seem too disturbed to do more than scrunch up your face and roll over. 

Phew.

That was close.

“I can’t start thinkin’ like that,” he whispered to himself, stealing a glance at your silhouette while he changed in the dark, the shame only sitting heavier in his chest the longer the thought lingered.

Not now.

Not again.

Not ever.

It wasn’t right… wasn’t something you could ever understand… wasn’t something he could ever even ask you to try… because you would, of course you would.

He crawled into bed beside you… beside… his human… and laid down on his side to watch you, so peaceful and content.

Like you felt safe.

He reached out, but pulled back and kept himself on his side.

Humans were always so soft…

“Mm…Mammon…” you sighed softly in your sleep, invoking his name in such a way how could he not want to keep you?

Humans were always so fragile…

He scooted closer and reached out to wrap his arm around you, tucking you into his chest, his heart beating loud and strong.

“I’m your first,” he whispered.

“I’ll always keep you safe…”

———

The city was quiet at this time of night, the moon high and shining bright in the sky. Most had already made it home by now, save for a few of the unlucky ones working late or partiers drifting from one bar to the next. But if he had it right, a certain someone would be leaving work any minute now.

So he had to make it look good.

He let out a frustrated sigh and paced back and forth under the streetlight, acting distressed. Acting lost. 

“Ugh… my boss is gonna kill me. What am I supposed to do now?” he muttered under his breath, but not-so-quietly curious ears wouldn’t hear. Here’s hoping the footsteps he’d heard belonged to his target.

Can’t look too eager.

He sighed again and leaned against the streetlight, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Dammit. This sucks.”

“I…”

He straightened up, then stopped. Can’t turn around too quick, but that voice was definitely the one he was waiting for.

“Um… sorry, but are you…?”

He turned around, having every intention of playing it cool but once he saw you standing there with a concerned look on your face he nearly blew his cover. Even tired after a long day’s work with hair disheveled and eyes heavy you looked perfect.

“Sorry,” you said again, taking a half step back. “I didn’t mean to intrude but… you’re… you’re okay, right?”

You were such a pretty little thing that lived in his mind ever since he’d first seen you walking by the salon. Part of him had hoped you’d stop by some day, he’d even lingered at the door to accept walk-ins, but you were always coming to or from work and never seemed to have the time.

“Yeah… I’m alright, just… dealing with a lot at work,” he said with a sigh, placing a hand on his hip. “You know how that goes.”

“Ah… yeah, or… maybe? What do you…?” Your eyes widened in recognition, “Wait… aren’t you Mammon? That new hairdresser people have been raving about?”

“People talk about me already?” That threw him off a little, but he reached up to hide the smirk, hoping the gesture made it look more… uncertain while he averted his gaze. “Wow, I didn’t know that but uh, I dunno if I’m worth all that yet.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’ll be the talk of the city in no time,” you said, giving him an encouraging smile.

He laughed, then feigned a sad sigh. “Man, I hope so. Lately my boss has been gettin’ on my case about ‘keeping up with the latest trends but none of my clients wanna do anything different.” He shook his head and shrugged, “I dunno what I’m supposed to do, but he said he might let me go if he doesn’t think I can keep up.”

“What? That’s insane! From what I’ve heard you always give great service,” you said, your indignation on his behalf making him feel… even more right in choosing you.

“Yeah…” He sidestepped a little closer with a shrug, “And I mean, it’s not like I can control what the people will pay for, right? If they don’t want whatever’s trending, who cares?”

“Ah… yeah,” you said, standing up a little straighter and giving him a sheepish smile. “To be fair, I don’t really pay much attention either. Haircuts are too expensive anyway, A-Ah—” Your face looked adorable when you blushed. “No, no offense of course.”

He grinned, taking the opportunity to walk around you as if to appraise you for the first time. “None taken, I get it. Times can be tough.”

“No kidding,” you said with a sigh, looking like you might want to say more, but instead you shook your head and gave him a smile. “Well anyway, I wish you luck! Hopefully your boss’ll lighten up or you’ll get some new clients willing to be a little more experimental soon.”

You lifted a hand to wave, then turned to head toward the bus stop. This part was risky, and if he messed it up he’d have to wait at least a week before he could try again.

And he really didn’t want that.

He waited for you to walk a way the first few steps and then—

“W-Wait!”

—acted like the thought just occurred to him.

When you turned to look at him, he made a show of pulling his hand back and rubbing his neck with a sheepish grin. 

“So… ah… I was thinking… would you do me a favor?”

“A favor?” You raised a brow, stopping but still turned away from him. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to get home, got the opening shift tomorrow.”

He wet his lips to calm his nerves, doing his best to keep his tone light and friendly. “At least hear me out first, I mean, seein’ as how I’m a little outta luck with who sits in my chair and all…” he shoved his hands in his pockets, spreading his jacket open in a nondescript way to show he had nothing to hide. “Whaddya say to bein’ a model for me? Just so I can try something new out?”

“You want me to…” your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly. “O-Oh no! No I couldn’t- your rates- the time- I-I really should be getting back home—”

Watching you walk away was making him feel on edge. He needed to get you to the salon now.

“C’mon, please?” He shifted his weight to one leg. “Just think about it, I could give ya a whole new look free of charge.”

“Oh no I definitely can’t accept that,” you insisted, “I don’t even have the time to schedule something even if I wanted to.”

He pursed his lips a bit and looked toward the salon, “Well, I was thinkin’ of doing it now. My boss ain’t around after hours.”

“Wh-now?” Your question drew his eyes to you again, your hesitation leading you to back away a few more steps. “No, thank you, but no. I don’t think I could…”

He hummed and took the opportunity to meet you with a few sweeping strides, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into you. He was attractive, there was no denying that. A pretty face was always easy to trust~

“I promise I won’t do anything too… risqué,” he said, letting the words roll off his tongue as his eyes flit over your figure. “Not unless you ask me to~”

As expected, your face began to grow flush.

“But I think I got a pretty good idea what your style is.”

“Really? You’re serious?”

His grip tensed, the curiosity in your voice making his heart skip.

Not yet.

“It’s so late though…”

“It won’t take more than an hour tops,” he said, flashing you a grin. “You can even time me if you want.”

You hesitated again, glancing around the street at a few idle passersby. That was fine. He let you go and put his hands in his pockets, walking toward the salon. After all, even if you said no he still had to lock up, right? Besides he was here to entice, not coerce. It was no fun any other way.

Maintaining calm was the only way he’d get what he wanted without drawing a crowd, but it didn’t change the fact that he just wanted to pick you up and carry you there himself.

Patient.

He had to be patient.

Even if it meant he might have to find a new target.

He’d nearly resigned himself to that disappointment when you cleared your throat.

“You know what? Screw it, I could use a new look.”

“Hell yeah,” he glanced at you and nodded for you to follow. “C’mon, let’s get started.”

It took everything in him to not look back again, wanting to ensure you followed along of your own accord. He was just a hairdresser looking for some practice, nothing more. Would be little put out if you bailed, but easily forgotten and replaced with someone else. No biggie. When he let you inside, he lingered at the door and ever so quietly turned the lock.

“So, do you want to try and keep it closer to what you have now, or try something new?” he asked, walking over to the sinks and gesturing for you to sit.

“Mm…” You reached up to touch your hair. “Well… the cut doesn’t matter too much, but let’s not go too crazy on the dye or my overbearing boss’ll lose it.”

He laughed as you sat down in the chair and leaned it back, starting the water. “Got it. We’ll do something fun but workable, how’s that sound?”

“Could it be something that doesn’t take a whole lot to style too?” 

He smirked, running the water over your hair and picking up the shampoo. “Now someone’s getting awful picky over a free haircut.”

You blushed again and he winked, lathering up your hair. When you started to relax, he rinsed and subtly reached into his pocket with one hand to flip the switch that lowered the shutters over the glass panes in the front of the store, locking you both inside. Then he sat you up and grabbed a towel.

“Here, lemme dry you off a bit,” he said, draping it over your head and ruffling your hair around.

“Hey-wait doesn’t this make it all frizzy?”

“Sure, but you can put product in it to fix that,” he said with a shrug, then left the towel on your head while he went to retrieve his scissors. In a perfect world you’d already be nice and pretty for this, but he’d wasted so much time convincing you to join him he’d have to adjust the order of his process a bit.

He picked up his favorite pair kept hidden under his workstation, polished and sharp with blades as long as his forearm. He lifted them up and opened them, smiling when steel glinted in the light.

“Rude,” You teased, tugging the towel off your head. “Not even going to finish before you…”

“Mm?” He turned, closing the scissors and resting the blades on his palm. “Oh yeah,” he chuckled, “Well, this is a free cut, you can’t expect the full treatment now can ya?”

You laughed nervously and stood up, eyeing the scissors. “I… guess not.” 

It was obvious you wanted to ask, but weren’t sure how so he offered you an explanation. 

“These are my favorite scissors,” he said, holding the blades while touching the cool metal to his cheek. “They’re so sharp~ can cut through just about anything I wish.”

“They seem a little big for hair,” you mused.

He glanced at you through the corner of his eye. “They’re perfect for what I need.”

“You must have a lot of skill then,” you said, still trying to keep it light but your voice was starting to waver. “Do you… always cut hair with those?”

He shook his head, walking closer. “No, only special clients get to see these in action.”

“I uh, might not want something too drastic after all,” you admitted, “Do you think we could keep it simple? N-Not—” You held up your hands when he glanced at you. “Not that I don’t think you wouldn’t do a good job, just… just ah…”

He ran two fingers along the flat edge of the blades. “You don’t trust me?”

Was it wrong to enjoy how they reflected in your eyes? 

“Well ah, I mean…” 

“I assure you…” He opened them a touch, gazing at your face between the blades. “I won’t do any more than take a little off the top~”

Your smile wavered, eyes more focused on the scissors now than his face. “Maybe… maybe another time. I really should be heading back home. The buses only run so late.” You turned to leave and froze when you noticed the shutters. “Hey, wait…”

“Ah, yeah,” he smirked, lowering the scissors and patting his pocket. “Doors are locked, I’m afraid, and I got the key.”

You glanced back at him and tried to smile. “You’re… you’re not serious, are you?”

He chuckled darkly, “Can’t let a client leave unsatisfied.”

You backed against the door and reached behind your back. “Can you call me a client if I’m not paying?”

He tilted his head, then chuckled again. “Fair point, I guess I can’t.”

“G-Great,” You pulled out your phone and held up your other hand. “So if you’ll just open the shutters and let me go, I’ll—”

He threw a smaller pair of scissors from his belt, piercing through your phone and eliciting a startled gasp from your throat. “Careful,” he said, striding closer. “If I hit the battery that thing’ll go up in flames any minute now.”

“Wh-wha—” The phone clattered to the floor and you sidled passed him, running further into the salon. He let you go, it wasn’t like you’d get very far anyway. Instead, he knelt down and nudged the phone with his scissors.

“Nice, I didn’t hit it. That coulda been annoying.”

A door slammed followed by the clicking of a lock and he chuckled to himself. 

“Whaddya think you’re gonna do?” He asked, standing up and twirling the scissors around a finger. “Locking yourself in the bathroom’s not gonna get you very far.”

“Sh-Shut up! Quit being such a creep and just let me go home. I won’t even tell anyone if you just stop already!”

“Oh you won’t huh? How generous of you~” he purred, stopping at the door and checking the handle. Of course it was locked, but your breathing still stilted beyond the door. He smirked again. “C’mon, just open up would ya? You’re being rude.”

“And you’re being a—”

He rolled his eyes and held the scissors in one fist, stabbing through the wood. You screamed and he slashed again, splintering the door enough to punch through and unlock the door through the hole.

“A-Are you crazy?!” you balked, stumbling back against the counter and staring up at him in terror. “S-Seriously, Mammon stop!”

He laughed and wiped the dust of on his pants, then kicked the door shut behind him. “I told ya they’re sharp enough to cut through anything, didn’t I?”

You said nothing, eyes wide and chest heaving in short breaths. As he walked closer you stumbled back, trying to climb up on the counter and falling back into the sink. “S-Stay back!”

He grinned and reached out to grab your chin, leaning in so close he could see himself reflected in your terrified eyes. “I like this look on your face~ Are you scared?”

You shivered, lips parted but no sound came out.

He leaned in closer, brushing his cheek against yours to whisper in your ear. “That only turns me on more~ but don’t worry,” he lifted the scissors and spread the blades with a sharp hiss of metal, “Just hold still. I’ll be quick.”

“P-Please—”

“You’ll look so pretty~” He touched steel to your neck, taunting the skin with its razored edge. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Another shiver pricked your skin, blood beading and staining the blade. So crimson and red, vivid against the metal he’d polished so pristine the night before.

He leaned down to lick it clean, chuckling in his throat at the soft whimper in yours.

“Now,” he moved back to gaze into your eyes one last time. “How about you gimme a smile—”

WHAM!

“ACK!”

Mammon scrambled, shocked awake by a sharp smack to his lower jaw, and fell out of bed with another thunk, the sheets and blankets all tangled around his legs.

“Ow…” He blinked dizzily, dragging himself up and rubbing his head while looking around. What the hell hit him? Where was he?

“Mammon?” 

That was your voice.

“Mammon, are you okay?”

“Ugh…” He dragged himself up on the bed and blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark. You were sitting up stalk-straight on the bed with your corner of the blanket hugged to your chest, eyes wide and brows furrowed in worry.

Soul alight under your skin, illuminating your expression in a way he probably shouldn’t be able to see in the dark like this.

At least.

If he had been a human too.

“Y… yeah… something hit me,” he muttered, pulling himself up. “Or I… think?” He sat down on the bed and rubbed his jaw. It sure felt like something hit him. Unless he smacked his chin when he fell? “Maybe I dreamed it?”

You were quieter than usual though.

He looked over, “Did something happen?”

That warm golden glow began to dance under your skin, focusing around your face and chest.

“I uh… might’ve been more spooked by the movie than I expected….”

“Oh that makes sense,” he started to say, then, “hey, wait.” He smirked at you and leaned over to nudge your arm. “Does that mean I was right? You are a scaredy-cat~”

“Oh shut up!” You said, smacking him with a pillow, light rushing up to illuminate your expression even as you bowed your head instinctively to hide it. “It’s your fault! You made me watch it four times because you kept screaming!”

“I-I did not scream!” He said, grabbing his own pillow to give you a whack. Oops. You squeaked in surprise and toppled over.

He forgot.

Oh shit—

“Wait—”

He couldn’t move fast enough to avoid the fluffy projectile aimed at his face, but even if he could nothing would’ve prepared him for the tackle that followed.

“Agh—”

“Got you!” you cheered, latching your body around his middle and using everything you could to keep him down.

The pillow was a little suffocating, but he couldn’t help laughing into it.

“You play dirty,” he said, his words muffled and hot against his face.

“I’m dating a demon,” you said, hugging tighter around him and wiggling your fingers. “I have to for my own survival.”

Wait-

Were you—

 “H-Hey!” He squirmed, throwing off the pillow and grabbing your arms. “D-Don’t—”

You grinned wickedly and latched on tighter, practically daring him to pull you off.

“Th-That’s not fair!”

He bucked involuntarily and that wicked gleam glinted brighter.

“S-Stop—”

Evil little fingers wriggled up and down his sides, seeking his weak spots and focusing whenever they found one.

“Th-That tih-”

“I know.”

Shit—

He jerked and you eased up just enough to let him relax.

Then once he’d caught his breath you started up again—

“H-Hey!” He bucked and squirmed, but- but he couldn’t just—

“Wh-!” 

He sat up immediately, face warm and chest tight.

Time… always seemed to slow in these moments… 

Moments when he got to see…

Moments alone, when you truly let your guard down.

Moments… where he could see… just how bright you could be….

“I knew it,” you whispered, making him stop a breath away from your lips.

“Kn… knew what?”

His answer came in the form of a kiss, touch warm on his cheek, caress so gentle and fond…

“You were the hairdresser in my dream,” you admitted, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “I… might’ve felt a little scared.”

He tensed, “Oh yeah?”

Then…

Your arms stopped him from pulling back.

“I… might’ve dreamt something similar.”

You smiled a little, hugging him closer.

“I figured.”

He felt he should tense, but your embrace was so warm…

“You’re not… still scared, are you?”

“Not really. You?”

So easy was your answer…

You ran your hands down to his chest.

“… No, but I don’t scare easy,” he said, smirking when you rolled your eyes. “Besides, even with scissor hands you’re not that scary~”

“Oh~? Is that so?” You reached down again and he sat up straight.

“H-Hey no! None of that!”

You laughed and held your hands up, wiggling your fingers and looking up at him with a coy smile.

“Scaredy-cat~”

“I ain’t scared!”

“You sure?” You reached up to hug around his neck, lifting yourself up to kiss his cheek.

But he turned and caught your lips instead, nipping ever so lightly to tempt you to stay.

“Greedy~” you whispered.

He slid his arm under your back and rolled over, taking you with him. Your delight made it worth it, and he felt better with your weight on his chest.

“You think you know me pretty well, huh?”

You propped yourself up on your hand, drawing idle circles with a small smile. “Well enough to have a guess you were the hairdresser, not me.”

He tensed. “H-How did you know that?”

Your eyes softened and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Mm… it was just a guess…” 

His heart skipped a beat, and when you sat up again he said, “You really gotta be careful with that.”

“Why?” You smirked and reached to tap his nose. “You’re more scared of yourself than me~”

“Ah ha…” He glanced away, “well let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.”

You laid down on his chest, loosely hugging your arms around his neck.

“Sorry I smacked you in the face.”

“It’s okay.”

“Thanks for letting me sleep here tonight.”

“Sure thing.”

You quieted, and his heart felt like it finally started beating again.

“…I’m… glad it was you I woke up next to…”

And there it goes again.

He laughed it off and turned his head away. 

“You knocked me off the bed.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Mm~ I dunno, I might have to prepare better for next time. Can’t have you flailin’ around and smacking me in the middle of the night.”

“Oh shut up! You’re the one who kept failing your little test of courage.”

“I-” 

Dammit. You had a point.

He sighed and rested an arm across your back

“Yeah, alright. Next time we’ll watch some comedy after before we go to bed.”

“If I can stay awake long enough~”

He blushed, “I don’t think I like what you’re implying.”

You chuckled softly, stroking his neck. “Nothing at all~ you don’t get scared by movies.”

His neck…

Where he’d seen such vivid red.

“Y… yeah…” he murmured, his arm feeling… heavier now.

“Shaddup you know what I meant!”

“I don’t think I like that attitude much. Maybe you should figure it out yourself.”

He tsked, catching a glimpse of himself reflected in the window. Still lookin’ sharp as always, but the little flutter atop his head was definitely not appreciated.

“You’re the one lendin’ me defective goods,” he snapped, “I thought otakus were supposed to take pride in gettin’ the good shit.”

Levi’s gasp crackled while he scowled at himself in the window.

“Oh excuse me? You’re lucky I even let you take anything when I caught you digging around my closet! Just for that I’m adding ten percent on top the finder’s fee for getting you out of this mess.”

“What?!” He glared at the screen. “Who’s the greedy one here? You or me?”

“Oh piss off.” Clattering computer keys accentuating his brother’s sass. “If I didn’t charge you for my assistance, I’d never get even a fraction of what you owe me back.”

“Ow, that hurts,” he said with a dramatic sigh, leaning against the window. “You’re my little brother, aren’t you supposed to wanna help me?”

Silence.

He checked the screen again to make sure the call didn’t drop, but the timer continued to tick away.

“… Levi?”

Nothing.

He clenched the D.D.D. tighter.

“Levi, if you hung up I swear I’m gonna—”

“ROFL did you really think that’d work? Your charms suck.”

“O-Oi!” He growled, “This ain’t funny! Quit actin' like me and tell me how to get them off already!” “Oh don’t think I’m trying to flatter you, I’m dead serious.”

A notification chirped in his ear and he swiped to check it.

“Authorize the transfer and I’ll tell you what I found.”

“6… 16,000 Grimm?! Are you crazy?!”

Levi’s laughter crackled again. “Well it’s either that or you’re on your own.”

He grit his teeth. “You tryin’ to extort me? You’re my little brother!”

“LOL as if you wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but shut it instead.

“See? You can’t even lie and say you wouldn’t.”

“I never—”

The faint squeak of a turning faucet caught his attention, one of the ears atop his head tilting instinctively.

Dammit.

“So I take it you’re not interested then? If so I’ll be logging off. I have other things to take care of and you’re really eating into my grinding time to level up my latest gacha babes.”

It hurt. 

It hurt so much.

16,000 Grimm…

He didn’t even know what to think of what Levi just said.

He couldn’t look.

Just…

He squeezed his eyes nearly shut and held the D.D.D. as far away from him as possible, holding his breath to type in the pin code and hit confirm. After a few seconds the confirmation chimed crystal clear and he felt himself die just a bit inside.

“Oh wow! You actually paid. LOL you must be desperate.” Ugh, he was not in the mood for this anymore. “Just tell me how to break the damn curse already!”

“Simple. You can’t.”

“What?! What do you mean I—” The faucet squeaked again and the gentle rain of the shower faded.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

He turned to face the window again, tucking the D.D.D. close and lowering his voice in a harsh whisper. 

“Listen, Levi. You better not be tellin’ me you just made me pay for nothin’ or so help me—“

“Oh come off it, you owe me way more than 16K. You should be thanking me for only taking that much!”

“You didn’t even tell me how to fix it!”

Levi laughed. “Because you can’t, there’s nothing to fix!”

“Nothing to- Levi I have a fucking tail!”

“So? So do I. Sometimes.”

“Levi!”

Another laugh. “Look, relax. It’s a feature for cosplay. The headband’ll reappear and you’ll be able to take it off when the curse is done.” “R… Really?” He hated how relieved he sounded, but if it was just a feature… “Oh,” he sighed, “Okay, I can work with that. How long does it last?”

“Um… let me check…”

Mammon leaned forward again, inspecting his reflection while Levi’s keyboard clacked away, and reached up to pinch one of the ears to give it a tug, wincing.

Functional and attached all right. These stupid things were as real as his own two ears.

“Oh you’re in luck! The effect only last twelve hours.” “Oh that’s not so- twelve hours?!”

“Mhm~ what’d you pick again? A tiger? Apparently some lesser demons can get a little too into character when they wear these… better be careful to not lose control and eat our human now.”

He scoffed, “Like some stupid little curse is gonna make me—“

“I’ll tell Lucifer just in case. It might be smart to come home until the curse wears off.”

Wait! No—

“Levi don’t you dare—“

Click.

“Well that phone call sounded intense.”

He whirled around, startled to see them— his human— standing just outside the bathroom door, dressed in nothing but a white hotel robe.

“Everything okay?” You asked, tilting your head a bit to finish towel drying your hair.

“H-How much did you hear?”

“Mm… something about a curse. I know you were talking to Levi…” You turned back and tossed the towel onto the bathroom counter. “Was it about the ears?”

He reached up to cover his head, smacking himself with his D.D.D. in the process. 

Why’d you have to smile like that.

He averted his gaze, sulking. “That damn otaku gave me some defective costume. He said I’ll be stuck like this for the rest of the night.”

“Aw… that’s too bad,” you said with a grin. “The whole night?”

“Y…Yeah…” He muttered and looked away. If the headband didn’t reappear again by morning, Levi better make damn sure he wasn’t home.

Who was he kidding though?

He wouldn’t do anything.

Well.

Actually he could probably do something.

Maybe figure out whatever the latest stupid collectible he was eyeing and snap up the last one before it—

“Could I…”

Your gentle voice nearly startled him out of his skin and he yelped. “W-When’d you get so close?”

You blinked, looking up at him in confusion. “Mammon, you have two sets of ears now. How did you not hear me coming?”

“I-I wasn’t paying attention!” He protested and you laughed, oh how you laughed. Was your laugh always so… exhilarating? His tail swished excitedly. It made his heart feel all light and funny.

“You’re so cute, Mamms,” you murmured, eyes sparkling with affection. “Can I pet you?”

He was already bowing his head, “Sure, anything you—“

Wait a minute.

He stood up straighter. “Wait- no! I ain’t some house cat!”

You giggled and reached up, wiggling your fingers, “Aw c’mon, please? You’ve let me before why can’t I now?”

He caught your wrists, about to tell you no again, but… the warmth of your skin…

Lesser demons can get a little… too into character.

But that didn’t mean him, right? He wasn’t some lesser demon, he was the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed. One of the seven rulers of the Devildom. Surely he could resist some stupid little curse like this; he’d survived worse more times than he could count. 

Even if… 

“…Mammon?” You tilted your head, wrists relaxing in his grip. Always so trusting… so comfortable in his presence…

And your soul looked…

So…

“Mammon? Are you okay?”

He let go and stepped back, covering his mouth. 

Better be careful to not lose control and eat our human now.

He inhaled deeply, your scent so light and intoxicating when he breathed in. Had it always been so… alluring? When had it become so… tempting? It was almost like the first time he saw your soul… that sparkle that drew him in like the brightest of gems. He’d never… thought he’d have trouble resisting your pull, but right now…

“Mammon?”

A gentle touch on his arm sparked a reaction, and he’d only realized what happened by the sound of your startled gasp, only to find you beneath him on the bed, robe askew and eyes gazing up at him in surprise.

“I-I—” He sat up on his knees with his hands up. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Surprise became temptation captured in your smile, eyes sparkling with desire. “Isn’t that part of why we’re here?” You shifted on the bed, letting the robe open further to expose more of your chest, one of your legs lifting to caress his inner thigh. “It is just us here~”

Heat rushed to his face. “I-I want too, but…” He glanced away again, swallowing thickly. “I’m not sure if I… the curse might make me…” He couldn’t even say it, his tail curling around his legs while his ears tucked in his hair.

This sucked.

He was gonna borrow money from Levi twice as hard now to make up for this! After he’d worked his ass off for a month to get Lucifer to approve this private trip up and save up enough to pay for it all, now he had to spend the night as some stupid cat?!

You sat up, question soft. “Is it the curse?”

He glanced at you, then looked away again without a word, only a nod.

“Do you feel sick?”

“…No.”

“Oh, well that’s good.” Your sincerity made his heart flutter, but when he turned to look at you again it clenched.

You’d scooted further back up the bed, robe falling off your shoulder while you stretched to grab the remote.

“Why don’t we watch a movie instead?”

Your offer was so nonchalant and calm, it snapped him back to reality if only a little more. “Y-Yeah, sure…” he said, starting to crawl into bed, but you held up a hand to stop him with a laugh.

“Mammon, you’ve still got your shoes on. Why not get comfy first?”

“Oh, right…” He turned his back to you and sat down on the edge, face heating further. 

This was going to be a long night.

“Did you want to shower before bed?” you asked while he leaned down to take off his shoes.

“Nah,” he sat up again and tossed his gloves on the floor, then shrugged off his vest. “I’ll just shower in the morning. I don’t wanna…” he trailed off, and you tugged his tail.

“Don’t wanna get your fur wet?”

“Hey!” He turned to retaliate, but fuck why did you have to look so tasty? He looked away again, stripping down to his boxers while your giggles tickled at his back.

Whatever.

He could do this. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d been tempted by you before.

He climbed into bed and leaned back into the pile of pillows next to you, the plushness helping him relax. Yeah… Yeah just another comfy movie night, no biggie. Just him and you, no one else to barge in or try and get in the way. He could still salvage some of—

“Wh-What’re you doing?” He asked, tensing when you crawled over his legs and sat yourself between them, then scooted back and laid against his chest.

“Mm…” You nestled closer, tilting your head back to look up at him. “I thought this would be more comfy. Is this okay?”

Heat rushed to his face and much much lower.

“S-Sure—” he breathed, clenching his fists at his sides. “But ah… you should know the curse might make me…”

You shifted a bit, stealing a shaky breath from his lips.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why? Did I hurt you?”

“No, but you might make me wanna—” He bit his lip and tilted his head back, groaning under his breath when you snuggled closer.

“Mm… you’re always so cozy, Mammon.” You cooed, reaching out to rest your hands on his thighs, tracing your fingertips in light, nonsensical trails. “So… warm~”

“Y-Yeah….” He swallowed, feeling… trapped. His tail skittered against the bed, thumping in an effort to exercise his need.

“Does the curse make you want to hurt me?” you asked, touches gliding higher along his outer thighs.

“No…”

He could hear the smile in your voice, smell the scent of your skin usually so faint but now it clouded all other sense. 

“You wanna eat me?”

His fists clutched the sheets.

“No.”

“Mm…” You shifted a bit, purposely backing your ass up against his groin. “You sure?”

He swallowed again.

“No…”

You laughed and leaned back, ceasing your touches. “Damn… that’s too bad.”

“Y…yeah…” he breathed out, stealing a glance down at you. Even without the glow of the TV screen he could make out your figure perfectly, settled comfortably between his thighs. Your eyes were bright, nothing but happiness sparkling in your soul.

Ugh.

You shifted again, just a little, making yourself comfortable with your head resting on his chest. He wasn’t familiar with any of the shows you were flipping through, but he was trying to pay attention to what flickered on screen. It wasn’t fair. Your body was so… warm… so… soft… he just wanted…

“Mammon?”

He froze, realizing he’d been nuzzling just above your ear, and breathed out a low laugh. “Y-Yeah?”

“Are you… hungry?”

“What? For like… room service? You wanna order something?”

You laughed softly and placed your hands on his thighs. “Maybe in a bit… I don’t want someone… interrupting us.”

He swallowed, tensing when your palms drifted higher. “I-Interruptin’ what?”

You tilted your head back with a small pout. “You know I can feel it, right?”

Heat rushed to his face and he looked away, your laugh only making him feel even hotter.

“Why’re you acting so shy? It’s just me~”

He tucked his ears back and clutched at the sheets. “Be… Because I want you…”

“You have me~”

“Y-Yeah but—”

You reached over to touch his hand, “Mammon, relax. You’re going to rip the sheets.”

“I… sorry,” He loosened his grip and bowed his head, breathing in your scent. “I’m… not… I won’t… eat ya…”

“I know,” you hummed, lacing your fingers with his. “Even with fangs and claws, you’re as gentle as a kitten aren’t you?”

He growled, tail swishing on the bed when you laughed again.

“Do you think you’ll lose control?”

He winced, feeling the question sting in his chest.

“N…No…”

“You sure?” You teased, lifting up his hand and holding it between both of yours. With the curse his nails had sharpened slightly, not enough to be considered claws, but if he wasn’t careful he could easily hurt you. You slouched and lifted his hand up, tracing your thumb along the edges of one nail, feeling its razor-sharp point. “Does the curse make you… want to?”

He shook his head and tried to snatch his hand back, but you held it firm.

“Your nails are so sharp…” you chuckled, “too bad there’s no clippers in the bathroom, huh?”

“Y-Yeah…”

You leaned to the side and glanced back at him with a coy grin. “You wanna have a little fun?”

He sucked in a breath. “I- we can’t tonight, I--”

Your grin turned mischievous, and you placed his hand on your chest. “Just don’t squeeze too hard~”

His chest felt tight as flutters stirred below, the softness of your breast so—

“I-I can’t,” he whispered, wanting to let go but your pleased sigh kept him still. “I could hurt ya…”

“You could always do that,” you mused, closing your eyes and reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck.

“Yeah, but—” He squeezed, nails pricking your skin and stealing a soft moan from your lips. Don’t do that. “I-It’s different! Tonight I might actually do it!”

You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling for his new ears and rubbing them with your thumbs. “I don’t know if you could… even if you wanted to.”

“I don’t want to!” He insisted, tail fluttering as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you closer. “That’s the problem!”

“Is it?” Your breathing changed and you rubbed your thighs together, moaning softly while his heart pounded at your back.

Don’t do that.

Your scent was changing… becoming… heavier…

He tipped his head down again, brushing his bottom lip against the curve of your ear.

“Please…”

You giggled softly, letting one arm fall to rest over his. “See? You still say please~ doesn’t sound like it’s a problem to me.”

He groaned quietly, nipping your ear while kneading your chest until he felt your nipple begin to firm under his palm. Careful. Had to be careful. If he squeezed too hard he could cut you…had to be—

“Ah~ Mammon,” you breathed out happily, subtly pushing his other hand lower as you spread your legs. “Touch me more~”

“D… don’t do that,” he whined, closing his eyes and nuzzling closer. Every whimper, every shift in his lap, every waft of your scent tickling his nose was making him—

Your hand touched his, guiding his fingers down lower to touch wet.

“Won’t you help me?” you whispered, using his fingers to stroke yourself. “Just a little?”

He swallowed thickly, body tensing and fingers splaying out. “I… can’t…”

“Please, Mammon?” you whined, reaching a finger down between his to touch yourself, letting him feel the strokes as you pushed further in. “It’s so much better when you do it.”

He growled, tail swishing again while he felt you fuck yourself between his fingers. No. He couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted it. No matter how good you felt against him. No matter how good you smelled. How good it’d feel. How soft and warm you felt pressed up against him… your little tremors rubbing your backside against his—

“Wh- Mamm—” 

You squealed in surprise at the sudden flip, but he didn’t give you much time to adjust. He grabbed your hips and pulled them up flush against his pelvis while his chest held you down.

“Ya gotta stop…” he whispered, his face pressed into the pillows beside yours. “I… I can’t…” He rubbed himself against the soft, wanting more. 

“Oh… Mammon…” you breathed, reaching between your legs and feeling for him, palming his balls. “Yes you can…”

Don’t do that.

He bit his lip, groaning under his breath while he rubbed himself against your ass. It wasn’t much… wasn’t enough. He needed more.

“I could hurt ya…” 

“You won’t~” you whispered back, giving his balls a gentle squeeze and making him groan. “I know you won’t.”

“G-Give me an order,” he said, “Make me stay back. Sleep on the couch, I dunno.”

“Is that what you want?” Your thumb stroked his sack and he loathed the cloth that dulled the sensation.

No.

He clenched his fists, tail swishing side to side while he humped into your palm.

“Tell me what you want, Mammon,” you whispered and he almost laughed. If this had been any other moment, it would’ve been the easiest request you could ever give him. But right now?

You rolled your hips back, using your ass to stroke his cock and shattering what little resolve he still clung to.

“If you really don’t want to… I can order you… but you have to tell me it’s what you want,” you said softly, “because… I want…”

Another roll and he—

You squeaked when he pressed his pelvis flush, knocked you into the pillows.

“I want you,” he murmured huskily, brushing his lips across the back of your neck. “I need you.”

“You can have me whenever you want me,” you whispered, pressing back against him, your slick beginning to soak through his boxers. “I’m always ready for you~”

He cursed under his breath, feeling you blindly attempting to pull him out. “I want ya so bad…”

You withdrew your hand, tucking your arms under your chest and letting your hips sway side to side to tease him. “I want you too, Mammon~ won’t you please give it to me?”

“Fuck.” It took everything in him to lift himself up on his knees, and everything more not to pounce again once he caught sight of your cunt spread before him, glistening with arousal. “Why’re you so wet already?”

You laughed, swaying your hips again. “What can I say? I’m needy.”

Needy…

Okay.

Okay.

He could work with that.

He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. If he could just take care of you, you’d be satisfied enough to fall asleep and then he could try and find some way to calm down. Yeah.

Yeah that made sense.

He tapped his nails together.

Except he couldn’t…

Well, he could…

“Okay, hold on,” he murmured, lowering himself down to the bed and ducking his head between your thighs. Your surprise made him smile, and he laid on his back, looping an arm around your leg. “C’mere.”

“Oh hell yeah,” you whispered, spreading your legs and lowering yourself down. “You’re such a good boy.”

He chuckled, lifting his head to kiss you the moment you were within reach and moaning as the scent overloaded his brain. More. His tongue glided up your slit, making your thighs clench around his head.

“Fuck,” you hissed, sitting up and rolling over his tongue. “Good boy.”

You’re damn right he was. 

He let his eyes close, savoring the soft velvet feel on his tongue while he looped his arms around your legs, holding you steady. Soon your fingers found purchase in his hair, keeping him close. He moaned shamelessly when your ruts smothered him, making it hard to breathe… to think…

Only want…

“M-Mammon—” you stuttered, thighs tensing when his tongue circled over your entrance, taunting you with more. “Mammon, please—”

He let out a purr, resonating low in his chest, soothing his mate to let you know he’d heard. His tongue pushed inside and you let out a needy whimper, sinking your hips lower as if you could make him penetrate even deeper.

“Good boy,” you breathed, touching your clit and reaching up to squeeze your chest. “Don’t stop—”

He let his eyes open, gaze hazy and lustful. Your face was flush, fingers greedily massaging your clit while you gazed down at him, fucking yourself on his tongue.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered again, pinching your nipple and gasping under your breath. “Please… I’m close…”

He purred again and closed his eyes, tilting his chin up to lick up your slit and latch over your clit, suckling himself around you, fingers and all. You squealed and squeezed his head so hard it might’ve been deafening if it weren’t for the ears sitting atop his head.

“O-Oh, fuck, Mammon—” you keened, clutching his hair tight while your hips rut of their own accord. “Please-” you panted, “Please-please-ple—”

He moaned with you, feeling the twitch of your thighs tensing when a small wave of pleasure rocked through your core, satisfaction rising in his soul. That’s it… no one could make his mate feel this way~

“Oh… Mammon,” you breathed out, leaning forward to rest against the headboard. “That was— whoa!”

He tossed you aside as he sat up, licking his lips while you fumbled about. “You keep callin’ me a ‘good boy’,” he growled, stripping off his boxers and reaching for your legs before you could get too far away. “How many times do I gotta tell ya I ain’t a dog?”

Your eyes went straight to his cock, a soft gasp escaping your throat when he spread your legs. “Oh fuck…”

“Yeah,” he smirked, hooking your legs up around his hips while his tail swished smugly behind him. “Oh fuck.”

“M-Mammon, wait just a sec— you’re—”

He whisked you closer, pressing his cock into your heat with a low growl. “If you want me off, you’ll have to order me.”

You gasped again, reaching down to touch his lower abdomen. “N-No! I don’t— Just—fuck-!” Your last words came out in more of a moan, the thickness of his cock against your slit making you realize just what sort of predicament you were in.

“Ju…just go… slow…” you whispered, looking up at him with flushed cheeks. “Please?”

He tilted his head slightly, feigning consideration to tease you while he rolled his hips back, letting the head catch at your entrance. 

“Go slow?” he repeated, sinking his hips down and watching as your lips parted in a silent cry. “But didn’t you say you were… needy?”

“O-Oh shit—” you whined, reaching for his wrists and clinging tight. “M-Mammon you’re— it’s too—”

Lust gripped his soul when your nails bit into his skin.

“You can take it,” he purred, leaning forward and pushing further in, watching your eyes roll back with a silent keen. “I know ya can.”

“M-Mammonnn…” 

Your pathetic whines were always so precious; poor human struggling to take his cock~ He stopped himself, resting a hand on the bed and waiting for your breathing to steady before sinking further in, making your back arch and breath stilt yet again.

“You’re so tense… you gotta relax for me, treasure.”

“I’m trying,” you whined around a moan, shivers rolling through your body. “You’re so big.”

He laughed under his breath and eased his hips back, leaving just the tip inside. “Fine… I’ll let ya have a little break.”

Your grip tensed briefly, then relaxed off his arms, little indents left on his skin. “Good… good boy…” you whispered, and he chuckled again.

“You like praisin’ me, don’t ya?”

You breathed in deep, arms laying across your stomach as you gazed up at him with desire.

“Good boys… should be praised…”

His eyes lidded and he leaned forward on his hands, tail swishing side to side.

“You kept teasing me.”

Your hand reached up to clutch your breast, his hips sinking just a breath.

“Y…Yeah…”

“That ain’t nice you know,” he said, smiling more when your head tilted back. “You know what you do to me.”

“I know…” you breathed, gazing up at him with want. “… More…”

He pushed in further until your breathing hitched and your hands clung to him, tensing beneath him.

“You gotta relax, treasure~”

“I know,” you whined, hooking one of your legs around his hip. “Just… go slow…”

Still wanting more already?

“You’re greedy,” he murmured, pulling back only to rock back in, shallowly using his cock to stretch you while you whined beneath him.

“Needy,” you pouted, groaning when a soft clench squeezed around him. “Mmm-Mammon…”

“Needy,” he repeated, working you in gentle thrusts, your cunt so tight he could only fit himself halfway in. “Is that why you mess with me?”

You whined again and clung to his arm, lifting your hips to give him a better angle - or maybe it was more for yourself with the way you whimpered for him.

“It ain’t fair ya know,” he murmured, rocking faster when your walls became slick, tremors fluttering around his cock. “I didn’t wanna… risk losin’ control…”

“M-Mammon…” You breathed out, keening low as a soft ripple of pleasure radiated from within your core, making you even wetter.

He leaned forward, pushing himself in deeper and watching your eyes roll, nails biting his arms. 

“I can’t even take my time to do all the things I wanna do to ya…” he whispered, grinning as you wordlessly tried to say his name. “Look at what ya do to me~”

“M-Mm-amm--”

He thrust in full, groaning under his breath when the shock made you tense around him again, your whines music to his ears while you squirmed.

“Too… too… big…”

“Well if you would’ve waited till the curse was over I could’ve taken my time,” he said, easing his hips back only to thrust in full again, making you whine so deliciously~

“Hhhhii—”

Again.

You moaned when he sank in, clinging to his arms desperately.

“I can’t even use my hands,” he said, digging his nails into the sheets while his balls slapped against your ass. “Y’know how much it drives me crazy waiting for you to be ready for me?”

Your eyes were hazy, gazing up at him with a lustful glow.

“Fuck… me…”

His heart soared at that… your face so…

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, starting to thrust himself in deeper, steady strokes. Your fingers pinched his arms again, legs moving up to wrap around his hips.

“Was I goin’ too slow for you?”

Your brows furrowed, breath held in your throat.

“You asked me to, y’know~”

“M-Mamm-nn~”

“You can pinch me all you want~ but I’m still gonna make you cum.”

“M-Mah-fuh-mnn—”

Your walls began to quiver again, deeper this time with his full length thrusting inside. Ugh, your cunt was getting so wet. He closed his eyes and focused on that feeling, where it was contracting, squeezing…

“M-Mamm—!” 

His name left your lips in a sharp keen, body clinging to him as you clenched tight around him, smearing his balls with your cum while he thrust in deep to give you something to really squeeze.

“That’s it…” he purred low in his throat, reveling in just how much tighter you could be when you came. “That’s what I was lookin’ for~”

“I… I….” You breathed out, unable to think or say anything more.

He slowly drew his hips back, reveling in the way you whimpered and squirmed again.

“N-No- don’t… mhhh…”

“What? Don’t move?” He thrust in, shivering as your cunt tensed in response. “After I warmed you up so nice?”

Your eyes drifted up to his, a hand rising up to touch your lips.

“Mam… Mammon…”

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t ya?” he purred, leaning more of his weight on his hands. “Show ya just how much I want ya?”

“Please…” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“That’s my treasure,” he whispered back, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You’re my treasure.”

You groaned, hands flying to his arms again to cling when he started to move, already so tense and stimulated. He hadn’t even made you cum as hard as he wanted yet, poor thing~ he needed more from you.

“M-Mammon…” you stuttered out a low whine, only goading him on with your desperate keens. It didn’t take long for your walls to begin closing in again, tremors rippling down his length with every stroke.

And it was so wet.

“M-Mammon—”

“There ya go,” he whispered, thrusting faster. “You’re doin’ so good.”

“Mammon, please—”

He groaned under his breath, fucking into the wet heat with his own desire. Your whimpers, your pleas, your desperate graspings only added fuel to his fire.

“M-Mamm- I can’t,” you cried, “I’m gonna—”

He growled, clutching the sheets tight.

“M-Mammonn-!!”

You cried out in a broken sob, cumming hard on his cock. A possessive sense of pride swelled in his soul as your cunt squirted and squeezed, clamping around him so tight.

“There ya go,” he moaned, dropping onto his elbows and letting his pelvis slap with deep thrusts, your whimpers music to his ears.

“Mam- I can’t—” you panted, clutching at him. “I cah--”

Your walls quaked, threatening to collapse again.

“There ya go,” he growled, chasing that feeling and letting the pressure rise. Just a little more…

“M-Mamm—” you keened a desperate breath, eyes rolling back.

He moaned, feeling so close but he needed just a little more.

“M-Mah—” you panted, hands weakly clinging to him as other wave rolled through, legs shaking as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the tight just what he needed to—

“Khck—” you keened, squeezing around him while he came hot inside, a thick throbbing roll emptying his load deep within your core.

Relief flooded his head, making thoughts light and dizzy. He moaned, nuzzling you lovingly while another pulse made your oversensitive walls twitch.

“That’s my treasure,” he murmured, a low purr resonating in his chest. Finally satisfied. “You did so good~”

Sweat clung to your brow, your chest heaving in deep breaths beneath him. 

He chuckled, leaning in to nip at your ear. “You okay?”

“Hh… hold me…” you managed, arms loosely finding their way around his neck.

He smiled and slid his arms under your shoulders, nuzzling closer.

“Gladly~”

He laid with you until your heart no longer raced in your chest, and your breathing eventually slowed. Until your embrace became more, and you began to stroke his hair. He stayed with you nestled beneath him, blissed out and full of his scent, his cum.

He laid with you…

“Mm… Mammon?”

He lifted his head, gazing down at you with a slight tilt. “What is it?”

You smiled dazedly and cupped his cheek, drawing him in for a kiss.

“Love you~”

He felt himself start to blush, the curse’s effects still making him feel…

“Love you too,” he whispered, kissing you again. “But ah, careful with that. Don’t get me too excited.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Oh don’t tell me you could go again.”

He smirked, “I might~”

“Ugh, please no I’ll die.”

He laughed, nuzzling his nose to yours. 

“No more tonight, promise.”

“Good,” you mumbled, hugging around his neck. “M’tired.”

“Wh… well you can’t sleep now, we gotta clean up.”

“Mm… in a minute…”

“But you’re… we’re all…”

You nuzzled into his neck, breath so soft and light.

“Later… ‘sides I… kinda like it…”

His face burned even hotter, and his tail swished side to side.

“Dammit…” he cursed, making you giggle. “Why you always gotta say what I wanna hear?”

“‘Cause I’m your treasure~” you teased, nuzzling yourself closer still. “Take care of me.”

He swallowed his skipping heart, suddenly finding it harder to resist wanting more.

“I promise,” he murmured, turning in to kiss your temple. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Does forever count?”

He chuckled fondly and closed his eyes, curling himself around you.

You couldn’t help smiling to yourself, looking in the mirror and checking your hair for the umpteenth time, making sure everything was in place. Ristorante Six might not normally be your style, but a date was a date and it’d been ages since you’d seen Mammon. And if he was going to treat you? The Avatar of Greed? Well, you’d be crazy not to take him up on it.

Especially after it’d been nearly three whole weeks of interruptions. Every time the two of you would finally seem to meet, a witch’s summons would pull him away. The timing was getting so suspicious, you’d almost been tempted enough to send Satan to investigate if they were trying to sabotage you on purpose.

Luckily, though, when your D.D.D. began to dance its happy little shuffle one afternoon you’d come to find he was finally free to be yours once more.

You turned your face side to side, eyes alight with delight. Your first date in nearly a month. Was it weird to be a little… excited? Nervous, even?

The butterflies in your stomach seemed keen on helping you find that answer. First they started to flutter when you stepped outside to find him leaning against the hood of his Demonio 666, then again when he flashed you that devilish grin and opened the car door. They really began to stir when his hand rested on your thigh so casually while he drove, stroking you with his thumb. Somehow they even seemed to make their way down your legs once you’d arrived, the valet happily helping you to your feet while Mammon waited to guide you inside.

Yeah.

This place was definitely not your usual style.

“You look good,” Mammon said after you took his elbow, eyes roaming over your figure with an appraising smile. “Clean up real nice.”

“Shush,” you muttered, embarrassed and maybe a little too grateful to have him for support. “You know fancy stuff makes me feel awkward.”

He laughed and led you through the doors, the host already prepared for his arrival and leading you to your table. Normally when you’d come here, you’d dine on the main floor, but this time the host led you upstairs. Here were a few of the more premium tables, complete with a complimentary bottle of Demonus and champagne imported from the human world. While the tables were few, the view was extravagant, allowing diners to admire the eerie glow of the Devildom’s moons in the star-spattered sky above through large windows set within the stone walls.

“O-Oh…” you breathed once you reached the top of the stairs. You’d brought your wallet just in case, not knowing just how much his jobs had drained him but… this… this looked like more than…

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, squeezing your hand before coaxing you to walk toward the table where the host waited to seat you. “I got it covered.”

“But—”

He squeezed your hand again, then left you to take his own seat while the host sat you down and pushed the chair in, then set a few menus on the table and offered to list the specials for the evening. He was patient, calm… cool and collected. You couldn’t help peeking at the menu while they rambled on about a dry-aged devilwood smoked steak and your heart sank.

There were no prices listed.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, and the host paused mid-ramble and glanced at you with a raised brow.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, shutting the menu while Mammon chuckled from across the table. “Please continue.”

“Right…” He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest. “As I was saying, our last special is a pan-seared hellibut finished off with a Demonus reduction and served with a medley of seasonal vegetables from our garden.”

“Sounds great,” Mammon said, reaching for the bottle of Demonus, but the host stopped him and poured him a glass instead, then did the same for you with the champagne.

“I’ll give you two a moment to review the menu, your server should be by shortly,” he said, setting the bottle down and sliding both glasses to you and Mammon respectively. “Please let us know if you need anything else.”

Once he was halfway down the stairs, you leaned over the table to look at Mammon who was nonchalantly swirling the Demonus in his glass before taking a sip.

“Mammon,” you whispered, “this seems way fancier than usual.”

He chuckled and opened the menu, reading over the options. “Yeah, they really like to roll out the red carpet for the premium tables don’t they?”

You stared at him. “Mammon, there’s no way I can afford all this.”

He glanced up, golden blue eyes flashing with a hint of mischief. “I already told ya I got it covered, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but—” you fidgeted in your seat, then sighed. Worst case he might have to work off the bill with a few shifts, nothing out of the ordinary there. And... Well, knowing yourself well enough you’d be right there with him. At least that wouldn’t be so bad, he made anything fun.

But it was still daunting not even knowing just how much you were spending.

His smile was cute though… he seemed genuinely excited to spoil you tonight…

The menu had so many items that sounded luxurious, and you picked something that had mostly familiar sounding ingredients in it, things you’d seen added to foods Satan cooked at home, and Mammon added on an appetizer and winked at you, mentioning you may want dessert later too. The butterflies began to dance again, though their nervous song carried a different tune until the first dishes were brought out. Everything smelled so good, but tasted absolutely divine. 

Mammon glanced up at you when you moaned in delight, the savory stuff devishrooms practically melting on your tongue.

“S’it good?” he asked with a smirk, and you covered your mouth to hide your chewing.

“Sh’o good,” you hummed, pleased.

He chuckled and popped one in his mouth, nodding in agreement before taking another sip of Demonus. “Told ya it’d be worth it.”

You rolled your eyes, “I never said it wouldn’t be, I’m just worried about the bill at the end.”

He laughed, “Y’know, normally I’m happy to let you cover the bill, but,” he winked, knowing you’d scoff, “sometimes I wanna treat ya.”

“It just seems… like a lot for a random date. It’s not like we’re celebrating anything.”

“No, but,” he shrugged, “why do we gotta have something to celebrate? Can’t I splurge a little now and then?”

“You can do whatever you want if you have the money for it,” you muttered, picking up the glass of champagne and he grinned, raising his own.

“Exactly~ so quit fussin’ and enjoy the night with me, would ya?”

You chewed your lip, then sighed and clinked your glass to his. “Fine, fuck it. Spoil me to your heart’s content, Mammon.”

He laughed and leaned back to finish his glass. “That’s my human~”

You blushed, maybe enjoying that a bit more than you’d care to admit. 

Soon the appetizers were cleared away and the entrees were brought out, even more delicious the the plates before. Mammon was more than happy to keep the champagne flowing too, teasing you that the bottle was already paid for so you may as well help yourself.

And boy, did you help yourself.

A healthy buzz was a perfect compliment to such a meal, every bite a delectable treat. And the demon sat across from you… 

Your fork clattered to the floor and you cursed, leaning over to pick it up. 

“Language~” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, reaching for it but the stupid thing had fallen just out of your reach.

“Ugh, shut up,” you muttered, sliding off your seat to pick it up.

He laughed, “Y’know I’ve cursed people for less~ you’re lucky I put up with ya.”

Again you rolled your eyes, putting the fork on the table but still kneeling on the floor. The sudden movement made… the buzz feel a teeny bit more than you’d expected. Just a touch dizzy, but at least the floor wasn’t tilting.

“Oh yeah?” You tried to peek over the table at him, but couldn’t see much of his face so you lifted the table cloth to speak to his knees instead. “Is that a threat?”

“Nah…” He spread his legs, slouching back comfortably. “Just makin’ conversation.”

Cheeky.

You crawled under the table to pinch his ankle, making him jump in surprise.

“O-Oi! What’re you doin’?”

You grinned and crawled closer, untying one of his shoes. “Just messing with the Great Mammon. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Quit it,” he said, nudging you with his foot. “An’ get up, would ya?”

You giggled under your breath, half tempted to try and tie his laces together but his feet were too far apart. Ah well, some minor mischief was better than none at all. You turned to crawl back out, but…

But it had been a while since you two had…

You bit your lip.

Tripping him wasn’t really your style.

But teasing him definitely was.

“I can’t,” you pouted, reaching for his leg and holding around his calf. “I think I’m lost.”

“Lost?” He shifted as if to look for you but the tablecloth hung too low. “Ya just went under the table. C’mon quit playin’ dumb.”

You giggled again and scooted closer, resting your chin on his knee. “Nope, can’t do it. Too dark down here.”

He wiggled his leg to shake you off. “You seem to be findin’ me just fine.”

Busted.

You hugged around his leg with one arm, and held his knee with your free hand. “Mm… nope. Can’t see. Just going by feeling~”

“Well then, just—”

He’d started to lift the cloth, but dropped it as your hand drifted up his leg, fingers gliding smoothly over the Devildom’s finest of silks.

“H-Hey, don’t… don’t do that…” He said, voice dropping ever so subtly. 

Ah… right… 

He was buzzed too.

“I missed you,” you whispered, stroking up and down his thigh while resting your cheek on his knee. “Did you miss me?”

His legs spread ever so slightly.

“You know I did.”

You smiled, turning your attentions more to his inner thigh, teasingly reaching up higher with every stroke. “Did you really?”

His free leg began to bounce just a little, and he fidgeted in his seat.

“C-Come outta there before someone sees you’re gone.”

“Mm… could say I went to the bathroom…” you nuzzled your cheek to his knee, letting your hand glide up further and massage a slow circle just shy of where you wanted to touch him most. “You know… I missed you too…”

He wheezed out a soft laugh, leg bouncing more and you could see the bulge beginning to form more prominently, tempting you…

“Y-Yeah?” he whispered, “How much?”

“So much,” you cooed, gliding your fingers across his lap, feeling for his length and oh how delightful to find it was starting to grow already. 

He shifted to lean back again, his hand reaching down to catch yours. “Later,” he murmured. “We got all night.”

Normally you’d agree, but right now?

Right now you wanted to try something you’d never done before.

“Aw, but didn’t you say you wanted to spoil me?” you pouted, touching your palm to his cock and rubbing him through his pants. “Give me anything I want tonight?”

“Y-Yeah, but…” he groaned under his breath, “can’t ya wait? I already got us a room at—”

Your fingers hooked around his belt, deftly unbuckling it while you nuzzled higher up his thigh. “Can’t I have a little dessert now? Just a taste?”

This time he gave you a more pointed nudge, nearly knocking you off his leg.

“Later,” he said and you sighed, tugging at his zipper.

“I could be quick… well…” you grinned, slipping your hand into his pants to feel him. “I could finish you quick~”

He groaned under his breath, slouching further in his seat.

“All… All right, just… just don’t leave me hangin’”

A rush of thrill danced in your stomach, and you sidled closer, reaching up to tug at his boxers. “Really? Can I?”

“Y-yeah, just…” You could hear him pick up his fork again, presumably to act casual. “Just be quick.”

Delighted, you pulled his boxers down, gently freeing his cock and holding it in one hand. He was so warm, his length still a little soft but…

Thrill mixed with pride at how quickly that was changing under your touch.

“Mm~” you pressed your lips to the side, just below the head. “Thank you, Mammon~”

He groaned again, knife scraping against his plate. “Don’t tease,” he muttered under his breath.

As if you’d do anything else~

You kissed along his length, stroking him gently until he was fully erect, the warmth and feel of him pulsing against your lips making you ache with need. It’d been so long, too long… and his sweet hushed breaths from above when you nuzzled into him were absolute bliss~

“You… really like my c- mm~” He grunted, the table rattling when you pressed your tongue against him, slowly dragging it up his length and savoring the taste of his head.

“Mhm~” you hummed, suckling against his length again to tease him, stroking him steadily and swiping away pre-cum with your thumb. “I do~”

He groaned again, and shifted in his seat, leaning forward against the table.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered quietly and you chuckled.

“I haven’t even started yet~”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s— hhhhn—”

You licked up his length again, letting the head roll around your tongue while you sighed over him. So soft. You closed your eyes and cupped your lips around the head, suckling while rolling your tongue around, his unsteady breathing making your insides stir for more.

Perhaps he’d begun to influence you more than you’d realized.

With a smile at the thought, you began to take him in, breathing through your nose and lovingly following your hand as you swallowed him down. Just a little for now, enough to tease him with the promise of more, your tongue guiding him up to press along your palate. You paused, breathing in deeply through your nose while you relaxed your throat, preparing to take him deeper when—

He tensed abruptly, kicking you again.

“How is everything? Are you enjoying your meal?” The server asked, and you paused.

“It’s great,” he said, voice surprisingly calm. “Everything’s been great, thanks.”

“Happy to hear it, can I get you anything else? Would you be interested in a dessert menu?”

“Uh…” he paused to give it some thought, “No, I think we’re good.”

“Are you sure? Would you like me to come back when your date is here to confirm?”

“No, that’s alright. The bill would be great.”

You couldn’t help smiling around him. Switching from flustered to so calm just like that? Impressive~ no wonder he could charm his way around a poker table. 

“All right, I’ll be back.” The sound of plates and silverware clinking sounded above, and you took the opportunity to swallow him down.

“Thank y- you,” he said with a grunt, subtly trying to kick you again while you chuckled around his cock.

The server must’ve left shortly after, because he reached down to grab the back of your head.

“You better finish now before the check comes.”

You smiled around him.

As if you needed a challenge.

Invigorated by the back note of neediness in his voice, you closed your eyes and focused on breathing deep through your nose, losing yourself to the rhythm of feeling him on your tongue. The low cusses that sounded above your head. The feel of him holding you close, gently pulling you in with every bob, almost tentatively so… as if he worried you might retreat if he pushed too much.

It was sweet… but… 

He was forgetting just how much your ego came into play.

You cupped his balls and slowly lifted your head, holding just the tip in your mouth while you held him, lazily rolling him around your tongue with a thoughtful hum. He groaned above you, whispering under his breath.

“Please… if you keep teasing I… I don’t know if I’ll…”

You hummed again, answering him with a steady stroke. His fingers twitched against the back of your head, pushing you to take more of him in again.

Always so greedy~

Inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you kissed your lips to your fingers, using both to stroke his cock, working him up in a faster pace as you felt him harden even further in your care.

“Th… That’s it…” he whispered, using his hand to guide you even more, his hips twitching ever so slightly.

Such a shame he couldn’t move too much or it’d draw attention~

“O-Oh… fuck…” he groaned, pulling you in closer. “J-Just… faster. Go faster.”

You hummed softly, focusing on moving your hand instead, his cock so thick your jaw was beginning to get a little sore.

Just a little more~

His gentle pants were like music to your ears, stirring a lustful sense of pride in your heart that tickled all the way down to your belly.

“P-Please…” He whined, “Don’t… don’t stop…I—”

You pressed the flat of your tongue just below the head, moaning in bliss when the first taste of salt hit followed by a warmth that only filled you with that perverse sense of pride in knowing you were who swallowed him down. His thighs went tense, whines straggled in his throat as he made great effort to keep himself back.

Next time you’d just have to work a little harder to see him really lose control.

You lingered a moment longer, slowing your strokes and gently popping off with a satisfied sigh. “That was fun~” you murmured, giving him one last little kiss before helping him pull up his pants. “Thanks, Mammon~”

He reached down to zip up his pants and buckle his belt, muttering under his breath. “You’re lucky there ain’t anyone in the table closest to us right now… pretty sure at least someone’s onto us.”

You laughed softly, “Aw shoot~ and you tried so hard to be quiet.” 

“Yeah, no thanks to you!”

You laughed again and lifted the tablecloth to peer up at him, face flush with a flustered grin on his face. “Am I really not even gonna get a thank you for that?”

His eyes flashed in gold, grin glinting with a greedy light that sent your heart soaring.

“Oh… you’ll get it,” he murmured, reaching down to cup your chin, his voice rolling in a low, husky tone.

“Just you wait, treasure.”

Whether it be demonic charms or the confidence that only the Avatar of Greed himself could exude, you couldn’t resist tilting your cheek into his palm, playing into that possessive love you adored so much.

“That a promise, love?”

Another flash of gold sparked in his eyes, and his thumb caressed your bottom lip.

“You know it is… you’ll be gettin’ everything you want tonight and more, until you can’t possibly want anything else.”

You bit the tip of his thumb with a coy smile.

Mammon stepped out and peered down the hall to find you grinning to yourself at Levi’s door. You looked up when you heard him and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling… warm again.

He sighed and slipped out, choosing the long way down the hall toward the stairs. If Levi wasn’t willing to listen to you, he might have to… ah… well, he probably wasn’t the best one to do that. Hopefully Levi’d listen. Otherwise… 

Eh, he could probably figure out how to explain it. Maybe.

After he figured out what to make of it himself. Until then it was probably his best bet to avoid his brothers, lest he slip up and say something he shouldn’t and send them all screaming and running like Levi. 

After he’d made his way to the kitchen and snuck down the halls, he went out the back to look for Cerberus, that big overgrown hellhound that’d nearly scared him out of his skin only to turn puppy when Lucifer’d showed up. It’d been… terrifying, but in a different way, to see Lucifer come to their rescue, his eyes fierce and tongue sharp.

“Alright, c’mon ya big goof,” he said, dropping the hunk of meat onto the platter outside the beast’s hovel. Apparently, magical beasts in this realm could be tamed within pocket dimensions, allowing for quick summons once a caster knew how to pull them through but for now Barbatos had had a small group of Little D’s help put up some makeshift shelter in the back.

This place was so weird.

First the snuffles, then a big black snout poked out, followed by another, then another all sniffing and curious before Cerberus emerged, its heads all peering at him questioningly before the one furthest on the left noticed the meat. It bowed its head and nudged the meat with its nose, then snapped at it with massive, sharp teeth. The head on the right took notice and growled, turning its head to pull the meat away for itself only to have the center bite down and lift it high.

Mammon chuckled and sat down on the ground to watch, shaking his head. “Doesn’t it all go in the same place? Why do you guys gotta all fight over it?”

The beast flopped down to the ground with a heavy thump, both eating and fighting over its meal while Mammon held his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. Not his favorite chore so far, but not the worst either, all he really had to do was make sure they didn’t fight each other.

“It must be exhausting having three heads, don’t you think?”

“Mm… yeah,” he nodded, eyes still closed. “Even if we give ‘em multiple pieces, they still keep fighting so I figure one big piece is easier.”

Asmo tittered, his footsteps growing closer. “Sounds like an excuse to be lazy to me~”

He shrugged, “You can feed ‘em how you want when it’s your turn.”

“Ugh, please, I don’t want to go anywhere near what he eats,” Asmo said, taking a seat beside him. 

Cerberus made short work of the meat, two of the heads gnawing at the bone while the third sniffed Asmo’s outstretched hand.

“It’s crazy to think we were almost eaten by him, huh?” Asmo said, eyes softening a little as he scratched at the muzzle, its tail thumping against the dirt. “Now he’s such a softie~”

“Yeah…” It was… still a bit of a sore spot.

“I’m just glad everyone’s okay,” he said quietly.

Asmo chuckled and leaned over to nudge him. “You think too much, you know? I mean look at us! We’re the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now!”

Mammon laughed in turn, “Yeah… but I don’t really know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but who cares?” Asmo cupped Cerberus’ cheeks in both hands, giving them affectionate scritches. “Soon enough everyone will know about me here, just like before and I’ll have even more titles to use~”

Cerberus barked, tail wagging faster while Mammon couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.

“Don’t you laugh!”Asmo quipped, turning to him again. “Demons like titles and status! I got so many free samples for makeup and creams today because of it!”

“Wait, they give you stuff for free?”

“Mhm~ though, I wouldn’t get any ideas, it could be entirely because it was me you know.”

“Eh… I’m still worried I might get eaten by a giant snake or somethin’ if I buy the wrong kinda toothpaste.”

Asmo snickered, “Yeah… good point. I’m not entirely sure why anyone would even want a prize like that.”

“Beats me,” he muttered, his brother taking a seat beside him again.

The two let the conversation dwindle, both lost in their own thoughts with nothing but the sounds of Cerberus’ movements to break the silence. Even in the moonlight, its appearance was sinister but… softer too. Not anything nearly as cuddly or soft as anything he’d seen in the Celestial Realm but… sort of cute, in its own way.

“I do think this place is getting to Levi a bit though,” Asmo added quietly, “he started freaking out and won’t come out of his room now.”

“Oh that’s just ‘cause he walked in on me and—”

He sat up straighter, realizing he probably shouldn’t have but it was too late. Asmo’s eyes lit up and he turned to him.

“Walked in on you and what? What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, turning up his chin. “Why you gotta assume I did?”

“Mammon, you just led a mission to go find some mythical creature. You always do something.”

“Oi, I—” Well, he was sort of right. Kinda.

He slouched again, feeling his face start to warm the more he thought about just what happened and rubbed his neck.

“Oo~ something definitely happened.” Asmo scooted closer, nudging him again, “Come on, don’t tease! Spill!” 

“I-I uh…” he blushed further, looking up at the stars. “I um… well he kinda… walked in on me havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

He closed his eyes, about to breathe a sigh of relief when—

“Wait, WHAT?! When?!”

“A bit ago, just before—”

Asmo was on his feet so fast and grabbed the belts across his chest, yanking him up with him.

“WHEN?” He demanded, shaking him. “When did you- How.. How did you even-?!”

“I- Quit shakin’ me and I’ll tell ya-!”

Asmo dropped him and he landed in the dirt, scowling up at his mystified face.

“What was it like?” He asked, amber eyes starry.

What was it like…

“Um…” he leaned back on his hands, considering his words carefully. “I dunno it felt… good.”

Asmo’s expression grew a touch more annoyed. “Well of course it felt good, everyone knows that, but what was it like?”

He laughed and shrugged, “I dunno, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Asmo’s eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight to one leg. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about something like that.”

“What?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Oh please,” Asmo flipped his bangs from his face with a sigh, “There’s no way you’ve had sex and can’t even describe it. You probably just discovered some new fetish and freaked Levi out or something.”

“H-Hey, no that ain’t true!” He got up and threw up his hands. “I just dunno how to describe it, okay? I mean it was sex, but it wasn’t like sex sex, y’know?”

Asmo stared at him blankly. “How do you have sex that isn’t sex sex?”

“I don’t know!”

Asmo sighed and crossed his arms loosely, shaking his head. “Mammon… what even happened?”

“I… well,” He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. “They uh… they used their mouth on me.”

“They…” Asmo’s eyes flicked down to his waist, then up to his eyes. “Their mouth?”

“Yeah, but not like the whole time?” He said, face feeling warmer. 

“Ew… why would you…? Hm…” Asmo cupped his chin in thought.

“It felt great,” he said, laughing a little. “But uh… then I um…”

“You what? Made an ass of yourself?” Asmo teased.

“Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his weight. “‘Cause y’know… their mouth was on me a lot so…”

“So…?” Asmo echoed, waiting for him to finish before realization kicked in. “Wait- did you?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, earning a smack on his arm.

“Mammon, that’s so gross!”

“I know, that’s what I thought too! But then—” he clapped a hand over his mouth. No. Shouldn’t say that.

“But then what?” Asmo pressed, ever eager for gossip. “What? What happened? Did you make them sick?”

“N-No, they ah…” He looked away again, watching Cerberus retreat into its shelter. “…swallowed it….”

“They…” Asmo went quiet, processing what he’d just said. He’d expected more teasing, or a scolding, but when Asmo failed to say anything more he stole a glance at his brother.

Asmo was staring at the ground, eyes flicking back and forth as if trying to calculate just how exactly to respond. 

“Ew that’s so hot!” He finally cried, stepping back to fan himself while shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Ewww why would someone do that and how do I find someone to do that with me??”

“Huh?”

Asmo’s eyes focused on him again, a new motive shining through. “Did they say? Did they say why they’d do that?”

“Oh… uh…” he looked up again, reflecting on the conversation you’d had. “They said they… admired me….”

Asmo’s nose wrinkled and he hugged himself, still squirming. “Oh it’s so icky but so sweet I kind of want to try it but ugh oh dear it’s so… so naughty!”

He laughed, and Asmo smacked his arm again.

“Don’t you laugh! Ugh, I can’t believe you found someone first it’s so unfair!”

“Found- what? Whaddya mean unfair? I’m great!”

Asmo rolled his eyes. “Sure, maybe if you say that enough times it’ll be true.”

“Hey!”

He tittered again and sighed fondly, posing himself to be illuminated by the moonlight as he spoke to the stars. “I just can’t imagine you’d charm someone so quickly… especially with me around.”

“At least you’re gettin’ your confidence back,” he muttered under his breath, and Asmo’s fierceness returned so quick it threw him off guard.

“You just watch yourself, mm? You might’ve had first touch, but I’m going to be the Avatar of Lust you know. I can’t have my brothers showing me up.”

“S’that right?” He said with a grin, “What? So you tellin’ me to back off or something? It ain’t my fault I got admirers.”

Asmo raised a brow and poked him in the chest. “Admirer. Just one. One that you haven’t had ‘sex sex’ with yet.”

“Y-Yet? Whaddya mean, ‘yet’? I don’t even know if I’d—” Wait. He coughed and leered back at Asmo. “I mean, you can say you’re Lust all you want, all I know is I kinda want more~”

Asmo gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he said innocently, “It ain’t my fault if you can’t find someone to do the same before I do.”

“You… You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” He crossed his arms, “You’re my little brother, you can’t stop me.”

Asmo’s face turned pink and he sputtered a bit. 

It was almost funny, but then he felt a little bad.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m just t—”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Bet?

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“What kinda bet?”

Asmo smiled. “Nothing too drastic, just a little bet. Let’s say… whoever gets it first wins and the loser has to… mm…” He pursed his lips and looked back at the house in thought. “Oh! Loser has to do the winner’s chores for a month.”

Not having to do chores for a month? Not a bad outcome.

“Sure,” he said, “why not?”

“Perfect~” Asmo hummed, turning to saunter back inside. “Oh, but one thing to keep it fair.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“Well~ my charms are rather something, but I’m still figuring them out…” he admitted, “And you with your… admirer… how about we can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered?”

He considered that, reflecting on the way you…

He swallowed.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “Oh yay! I can’t wait to have a whole month free to myself!”

“Yeah, keep dreamin’,” he teased, following after him. 

————

Over the next few days all was quiet and simple, nothing too exciting. More exploration of the village nearby while Lucifer’d wander off with Diavolo to discuss thoughts about establishing RAD and what it could mean for the future. Lots of big ideas without a lot of direction or history to go off of, but whenever Mammon overheard or Lucifer shared some of the discussions with him, he couldn’t help feeling a little more… hopeful.

Maybe becoming a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

Especially since some demons seemed to be kinda sorta fun.

He did try his best to create space whenever you were called by one of his brothers. Somehow even Satan seemed to have taken a liking to you, and your visits had an impact on how often he’d throw his fits. Levi had been growing fond too, but after… that he didn’t seem as keen to seek your guidance. 

Mammon couldn’t help feeling a little bad about that, but when he saw you reaching out to the twins too it was easier to let it go. He’d figure out how to make it up to Levi some day, at least once he quit bolting out of the room whenever you and he were present.

It was… nice. Real nice. Experiencing yet another demon in this world, not quite like Diavolo or Barbatos where decorum was expected to some degree. You were sassy. You were funny. You were sometimes a little bit scary when you’d scold, but you were always… so kind after. Willing to explain, to understand.

Which made it all the more frustrating too.

Whether Asmo had put two and two together or not, your charms even enticed the fifth born to try and sway your fancy. Once you’d offered to show him around to your favorite shops it was like you were joined at the hip. He’d even painted your nails and excitedly told you why he enjoyed it so much.

It was nice to see his brothers making friends, but… this feeling inside…

‘We can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered.’

“Yeah, but I wanna ask so bad…” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through his D.D.D. and trying to figure out how to use it to find recipes. It was his turn to make dinner this time, but he’d never been that good at cooking even in the Celestial Realm. Stuff just wasn’t… none of these ingredients looked familiar, and a whole lot of things seemed poisonous or deadly. How’d anyone even figure out how to eat this stuff without dying?

He could… maybe ask you for help. You were their attendant after all, right? Wasn’t it your job to help him figure this stuff out?

He chewed his lip, swiping across to the Demmunication app and lingering on your contact name. Technically, he could figure out how to make dinner on his own but…

But…

Why… not ask you to…

“Whatcha lookin’ at so hard?” 

“Ack!” He jumped, startled by your voice and nearly dropping his D.D.D. “What the- Where’d you come from?”

“Cocytus Hall?” You said blankly, walking into the kitchen with your hands behind your back. “Duh, that’s where I live.”

He tsked and put his D.D.D. in his back pocket, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Mm… is it not?” You teased, sidling up to the counter and looking over the various vegetables and whatever the fuck he found at the market that looked… good? Was it good? He had no clue. Some of it was cool colors though so that had to mean it’d taste good, right? “Beel asked me to come over, he said it was an emergency.”

“An emergency? Is he okay?”

You laughed and met his eyes, “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just got worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

You leaned on the table and gave him a sly grin. “You cooking dinner.”

“I- what!” His face heated, “That ain’t an emergency!”

You laughed and shrugged, “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just the messenger.”

He scowled and considered asking Beel just what exactly was wrong with him cooking dinner, but…

“Well uh… if you’re here anyway….” He said, glancing at you through the corner of his eye and gesturing to the spread. “What’s somethin’ I can make with all this?”

“Mm…” you hummed in thought, picking up a few things and putting them down again. “Well… I’ve never seen all these things used together in a single dish, but…” A light flickered in your eyes and you held up a devionion. “Could you dice this for me? We could make a few dishes to serve together.”

“Sure but they’re not gonna all be the same size,” he said, making you laugh again. 

“That’s fine, just do your best,” you said, picking up a carton of hellshrooms and walking over to the sink to wash them. “The closer they are in size, the better they’ll cook.”

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, picking back the papery skin, its deep purple peeling back to expose a bright violet red. He set the devionion down on the board and picked up a knife, then cut it in half. Easy so far. He put one half down in the middle of the board and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to copy how he’d seen others do it before… just a few cuts here… and then there… and a few more…

“Ugh- Why’s everything-” He tipped his head back, blinking back tears as his eyes began to sting. “Seriously, why’s everything gotta be dangerous here?”

You snorted. “Is the devionion too much of a challenge for you?”

“I didn’t say that!” He snapped, but a new wave hit and he reached up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Aw…” Your voice was light with thinly veiled laughter. “It’s okay, sometimes they still make me cry too.”

“I ain’t cryin’, my eyes hurt,” he grumbled, leaning against the counter.

“Here, let me take that,” you said, reaching around him to pick up the board. He couldn’t see it, but the sizzles and pops testified the accursed vegetable was frying inside.

“Not bad, honestly,” you said, stirring in with a pinch of salt. “A little chunky, but mostly even.”

He blinked again, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah? Well chopping stuff isn’t so hard it’s all the other stuff that is.”

You chuckled and nodded to the pile of hellshrooms, “Would you mind chopping those up too for me?”

He squinted, your smile mischievous. “Are they gonna hurt too?”

“No,” you laughed, “Sure some of the stuff here is a hassle to work with but I promise the hellshrooms are fine.”

“Okay…” He picked up the knife again while you set the board in front of him. “How am I supposed to chop ‘em?”

“Just in chunks,” you said, placing the hellshrooms down beside him. “About the same size as the devionion.”

“Okay…” he said again a little skeptically, picking up one hellshroom and cutting it up. “This seems weird, what’s it for?”

You hummed and walked around him again, picking through the pantry for a few items before returning to his side and mixing them in a small bowl. 

“We’re making sandwiches,” you said, sprinkling in some seasonings and stirring the sauce.

“These’re gonna be some real weird sandwiches,” he muttered, grabbing another handful of hellshrooms to chop.

“What~?” you teased, leaning into him with a nudge. “You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, feeling his face start to warm again. “Just… never made sandwiches like this before.”

You hummed softly, “I think that’s enough, can you add them to the pan?”

“Oh, really? I still had some left, but okay,” he said, turning to dump them into the pan. Should he… stir it too? He glanced at you, but you were still mixing something so he shrugged and picked up the spoon, nudging the veg around a bit. Yeah, that seemed about right.

“Mammon, do you want a taste?” You asked, and he turned only to nearly bump into you.

“W-When’d you get so close?” He asked, stepping back and catching himself on the counter while you stepped closer, a dab of sauce dripping down your finger.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, stepping so close any closer and he might feel you against him. “I’m just offering you a taste~” you cooed, holding your finger up. “Don’t you want to try what we’re making?”

“I-I…” He glanced from your finger to your lips, tempted. “I-isn’t that kinda…?” 

“Kinda what?” You murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Weird~?”

He swallowed, the sauce running further down your finger and making him… want…

“You’re so cute,” you mused, meeting his eyes as you brought your finger to your lips, soft tongue peeking out to glide up and lick it clean. “So very cute~”

“Oh… fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing your chest against him. “What? No sassy comeback?”

So close.

His wings began to curve around you, his heart rate picking up.

“Comeback for what?” he asked, eyes drifting down to your lips again.

And oh the way his heart leapt when you smiled.

“I missed you,” You cooed, leaning against the counter with your hands at either side of his waist, trapping him despite your shorter stature. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

“Avoiding you? What? No,” he laughed and turned his gaze up, the heat he’d felt before starting to return. “Don’t be silly, I ain’t avoidin’ ya, I just figure you’re busy.”

“Mm…” You lifted yourself up on your toes, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing fondly into his neck. “It has been a lot of work lately…”

He swallowed, flapping his wings in short little bursts.

“I don’t think I’ve really been able to… unwind… in a while either…”

“Well then-” He gripped the counter’s edge, your lips so soft on his neck. “Th-Then why don’t you take the day off? I can fi-hi—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pinching him with a sharp little bite.

“Are you really asking me to go?” You pouted, stepping between his legs and rubbing yours up his thigh. “Mammon, can’t I stay?”

“Y-You can do whatever you want,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. 

You giggled and stepped back, “Mammon, look at me~”

He hesitated and you giggled again, letting your hands slip from his neck and down his chest. 

“So cute~”

“Would ya quit callin’ me cute?” He said, finally meeting the mischief in your eyes. “I am a demon too y’know.”

“Right,” you tilted your head slightly, a spark in your eyes. “But aren’t demons a little… weird?”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because you stepped back and covered a more genuine laugh. “Oh it’s fine~ everyone’s a little weird, you know? Besides,” you reached out to touch just above his navel, drawing a slow circle around it. “I used to think the Celestial Realm was pretty weird… until I met you.”

A subtle shiver ran through his body, but if he was being honest it was the way it made you smile that really tickled. That seductive, sinful smile…

He swallowed again, his grip on the countertop relaxing.

“What’s so… weird about the Celestial Realm?”

“Oh lots of things,” you said, drawing idle shapes without a care while the tickling began pulsing the further down your touch flirted. “It’s a place I’ve never been, even just thinking about a place where the sun always shines is strange, don’t you think?”

“I mean… it’s always dark here,” he muttered, and you laughed. Ugh, was laughter supposed to tickle too?

“True~ but you know one thing I thought was interesting?” You asked, turning your palm to rest on his stomach and gazing at him with such sweet eyes. “I had no idea angels could fuck,” you said, amusement glittering. “I thought they were all just… prudish or oblivious.”

“I- well-” He blushed and turned his face aside. “It ain’t like we don’t know how stuff works, it’s just not… we- I mean they- they ah, uh…”

“Hey, Mammon?” Your fingers slipped under the hemline of his pants. “Would you… help me unwind a little?”

His grip tightened on the countertop again, the tightness down below even more aggravating when he felt your fingers ghost just shy of his cock.

“H-How would I… help ya with that?” he asked, trying but failing to keep cool.

“Mm…” Your thumb caressed him so lovingly it felt dirty wanting it lower. “Maybe… let me admire you again? I had so much fun last time~”

He wheezed out a laugh, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. “Again? Really?”

“I mean… only if you want me to,” you said with a shrug, “we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” he said a little too quick. “B-But ah, y-yeah, we don’t have to.”

You smirked and stepped away to give the hellshrooms a stir. “You’re so cute.”

“Would you quit—” He held his tongue when you glanced over your shoulder, that smirk still plain as day on your face. He looked away. “Never mind.”

You merely shrugged and began to busy yourself with the rest of dinner prep, humming an idle tune all the while. The way you moved around the kitchen was so confident and self assured, picking through the items he’d picked up and separating them into different piles. Maybe Beel was right and this was an emergency, he’d had no idea how to put anything together and you made it look so easy.

And…

There was something about…

It didn’t happen every time, but after a bit he realized it wasn’t some trick of the light or something in his eyes. Every now and then he’d see a flicker of light, like a subtle glow was housed just under your skin. Sometimes it’d shine in your eyes too, and those flickers made him feel real funny. But other times it appeared lower in your chest, and it felt… different when he saw it there.

What did it mean? Was he seeing things?

“Whatcha thinking about so hard?” you teased, cutting a few devispuds into wedges. “Do you not like fries?”

“Huh?” He blinked and shook his head. “No I was just… uh, is it… normal for demons to glow sometimes?”

“Glow?” You repeated, looking up at him. “Oh, you mean the Eyes of Greed?”

“The… what?”

You smirked and set the knife down, then pointed to your chest. “Demons of Greed can sometimes see the essence of the soul. It’s part of your charm.”

“Part of my… charm?”

You nodded and lined the devispud wedges onto the pan, “Yep. You’ll have to learn how to read it of course, but the sparkles can give you ideas of what a person values so you can… well… use it to negotiate and things.”

He watched you open the oven door and place the pan inside. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Doesn’t it?” You asked, shutting the door but still bent over, smirking at him as you swayed your hips to the side. “I think it is~ it’s a gift among curses, all demons have them.”

He felt himself warming again, the way you were leaning…

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, folding his wings more inward around his hips. 

“Is that why you can mess with me? You can see?”

“Mm… no, I’m actually unspecialized right now. I do like Greed, but…” 

Your steps approached him again, the familiarity of sensing you nearby made his heart skip half a beat. He opened his eyes again to see you grinning up at him coyly, hands behind your back.

“I do really enjoy Lust too~”

“O-Oh you do, huh?”

“Mhm~” You tilted your head slightly. “It’s flattering to know I’m desired, you know?” You reached out to touch his arm, focusing your attention on it while you caressed his sleeve. “It’s nice to indulge.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” he said, relaxing a bit.

You chuckled, “‘That makes sense’, you’re so cute.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what else is fun about Greed though?” You asked, taking another step closer just shy of pressing against him again. “Greed has its own… thrill,” you murmured, lightly trailing your fingertips up his side. “A risk of loss or reward.”

He shivered and you took the opportunity to reach behind in your back pocket. 

“Would you want to play a little game with me, Mammon?”

“A… sure? What kinda game?”

You smiled and took a step back, revealing a single Grimm coin in your hand. “I’d love to make you feel good again, but you seem awfully shy—”

“Oi, I ain’t shy!”

You laughed, “Right. Anyway,  why don’t we turn it into a game? If you call the coin toss right I’ll make you feel real good, and if you don’t,” you shrugged, “I’ll just finish up dinner and be on my way.”

“I…” That actually sounded… kinda good. “But shouldn’t I do something for you too?”

Your eyes glittered with mischief, and you reached out to touch his inner thigh, massaging deep into the muscle making his cock ache. 

“I like to be desired first~” you purred, “It’s more fun that way.”

“You…” His face heated and he crossed his arms, knowing damn well what you were doing but refusing to admit he’d caught on. “Fine, yeah. Coin toss sounds good.”

You grinned and flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, then slapped it on the back of your hand. “Alright,” You shifted closer and placed your knee between his legs, rubbing his thigh with your own. “Call it~”

“Tails,” he said, not wanting to overthink it.

Or overthink how badly he wanted to be right.

“Tails,” you repeated, rubbing your thigh higher up his leg. “Mm~ let’s see if you’ll get lucky.”

“Oi, c’mon don’t do that unless I won—”

Your eyes flicked to his again, alight with glee. “Why? Do you want to win?”

“I—” He blushed, this heat inside made it so hard to think straight. “Quit teasing and just tell me if I won or not!”

You giggled and sidled closer, your hip pressed right against his groin as they swayed with a gentle stroke. “Oh dear~ what happens if you lost? Will you be upset?”

“Of course not! Just show me the coin.”

“Mm…” your tail wound around his leg as you leaned back against his chest, gazing up at him innocently. “Promise you won’t be mad if you lose?”

Flustered, he couldn’t think of what to say, your tail stroking his calf so affectionately.

“I-I ain’t gonna get mad over some game.”

You beamed, tail giving his leg a little squeeze. “You’re so cute~”

“Would you quit—”

“It really is such a shame,” you continued, turning in to face him. “I wanted so badly for you to win, but…” You revealed the coin, showing it was heads up. “Too bad, huh?”

Too bad.

Too…

“Damn,” he said, wings falling slack. He’d wanted to win too, but it was almost a relief to not—

You grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him forward, startling him.

“H-Hey wait, what’re you—”

You dropped the coin down his pants, the cold of the metal ice on his skin. 

“Well, I don’t need it anymore so you can have it,” you said with an idle shrug, turning on your heel as your tail unwound from his leg. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“A consol- Oi! The hell was that for?! It was cold!”

You stopped with your back to him, tilting your head to the side.

“… Chopped nuts…”

He clapped his hands over himself, “Wh-What?!”

You looked over your shoulder with amusement, pointing at a bowl. “I said, could you pass me the chopped nuts?”

He scowled and reached over to grab the bowl, handing it to you before walking off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you teased, “I’ll finish up dinner.”

——

Mammon couldn’t make it to the bathroom soon enough, the ache almost starting to feel… sore. Luckily no one else was in it, and he locked the door behind him before stripping down then turned on the water and just.

“Fuck.”

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his back. His cock didn’t… hurt but it felt…

He tsked, noticing an imprint of the coin on his thigh. 

“Cheeky demon,” he muttered, staring at his cock and watching it twitch. Why wouldn’t it go down? It felt so swollen, so sore, so…

He touched two wet fingers to the bottom side, stroking up his length while fantasizing about your tongue. That delicious, luscious, sinful tongue… so soft and wet… 

“So… warm…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to stroke. This body… wasn’t like the body he used to have… everything felt… more.

He groaned, leaning forward against the wall and closing his eyes.

More.

The way your eyes lit up whenever he’d fall for your teasing.

The subtle purse of your lips as you blew on the spoon before tasting for seasoning.

The way your moans tickled his cock as you swallowed it down your throat.

“Fuck,” he grit his teeth, chasing that high.

More.

Seeing you nestled between his legs, nuzzling him with—

His lower abdomen clenched, the swelling ache rising.

Cumming so hard only to watch you swallow it down, suckling him clean before you’d raised your head…

Why…

Had that been…

So…

“Fuhhhck…” he moaned, stroking himself faster. Almost. Just a little—

All he wanted was—

“Hh… hahhh…” He breathed out before his eyes rolled back, pumping his cock until he came, the euphoria of relief erasing all thought from his mind. 

Just…

Bliss.

Bliss…

The water continued to rain down,  and he leaned his cheek against the cool tile, reveling in the feeling. Hot and cold. Raw and numb.

Cumming had never felt anything like this before…

And…

He shivered, glancing down at himself and unable to help imagining you kneeling there, even rolling hips a few times for good measure.

Cumming could feel… even better…

He chuckled to himself, feeling a little clearer headed while he finished cleaning up. Maybe being a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

The shower helped too, and once he’d dried off he began to redress, pulling up his pants while a golden glint caught his eye.

The coin.

That damn coin.

He’d had a fifty-fifty shot and that stupid coin!

He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand.

Well, at least they let him…

Wait a second.

He threw open the door and ran down to the kitchen, unable to find you there before he checked the dining hall where you, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie were sitting down to eat. You were giving Belphie a plate to send up to Levi.

“Could you bring this up to him for me? He won’t answer the door when I go up there?”

“Ugh, do I have to? I’m so tired…”

“Please, Belphie?”

Belphie sighed and picked up the plate, “Fine… I’ll be back.”

“Thank you~” you cooed, giving him a little hug while plating up a pile of sandwiches for Beel, “Now Beel, you’ll have to tell me what you think so I can—”

“Oi!” He strode in, holding up the coin. “What’s this?!”

“Well hello there, Mammon.” Asmo teased, holding his chin in his hand. “Did you forget to finish getting dressed?”

“Shaddup,” he said, stopping in front of you.

You looked from the coin to him, your smile giving away what your voice did not.

“Why, it’s a single Grimm coin, Mammon.”

“No it ain’t,” he said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s got two faces!”

“Oh wow would you look at that.”

“Would y-” He growled, holding the coin in his fist. “That means you cheated! There was no way it was gonna be tails!”

Asmo gasped and looked between the two of you, “Wait, what happened?”

You merely shrugged and turned to pull out a chair. “Nothing really, just teaching Mammon some demon games.”

“It ain’t a game if I have no chance to win!” he protested, and you looked up at him with a smirk.

“Nonsense~ you had equal chance to say heads.”

Asmo laughed, “Oh~ that’s clever! Do you know any other demon games?”

“I know plenty,” you said, giving Asmo a wink. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“R… Really?” Asmo asked, his face turning a little pink. 

“Now wait just a sec—”

“Sit down, Mammon,” you said, patting the open seat beside you. “Come have dinner before it gets cold.”

“I- but—”

You raised a brow, that mischievous light shining in your eyes yet again.

“Ugh…” He sat down heavily, trying to not sulk too much. 

He should’ve said heads.

Dammit, he should’ve said heads.

“Let me know what you think,” you said, reaching out to pinch his knee. “I worked really hard on it~”

“Mammon, are you getting sick? Your face is looking rather flush~”

“Shaddup Asmo, yours is too!” 

“It is not!”

You snickered and refilled your glass of Demonus, lounging back in your seat while demons bickered around you. He tried to not look too much. Tried to not think too much. Tried to not ache too much as your throat flexed, swallowing the Demonus down, wishing it’d been…

“Is that enough or do you want more?” 

“Huh?”

You smirked, gesturing to his plate. “If you want more you might want to hurry,” you said, nodding to Beel who was four sandwiches in.

“It’s sh’o good,” Beel said happily, sauce smeared on his face. “What’s in it? There’s a spiciness I really like.”

“I’ll write the recipe down for you, Beel,” you said cheerfully, either unaware or expert at playing coy.

Asmo, though, seemed to catch on more than he would’ve liked, leaning back to smirk at him out of your line of sight.

He scowled at him and picked up a sandwich, pointedly ignoring all of them as he took a bite.

Damn.