You broomstick

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

“You know me, Lucifer,” he said, knowing where this was going and already dreading it, “I like to tinker, a hundred already trained familiars would bore me. I’ve always preferred a bit of work. It’s a pride thing, you understand,” honestly he wasn’t sure if Lucifer really did understand it. Samael wasn’t even certain if that understanding was something Lucifer was capable of. Still, for the time being, he had little choice but to go along. Lucifer could and would kill him without thought if he was perceived as being out of line and Amaimon would fare far worse. As horrible as it was, it was safer to let Lucifer have his way.

Samael did not flinch as Amaimon was struck, he did not even tense. To do so would have been to give away his displeasure and disagreement with Lucifer’s behaviors. Amaimon fell to the ground, but he did not look at him. Hopefully Amaimon would understand, if not now, then later. He didn’t watch as Lucifer tied Amaimon’s hands and pulled himself out, feigning disinterest. Part of him wanted to tell Lucifer that making a familiar suck you off was all well and good, but they still needed actual food to sustain them, but Lucifer had already expressed a deep disinterest in the health of his humans. Lucifer was on a power trip, as always, and it was best to ride it out. He knelt behind Amaimon, hand curling over his neck to pull his warm body close to his own, projecting strength and cruelty to Lucifer, but hoping Amaimon would feel the way he trembled slightly, the way his fingers didn’t squeeze all that hard. He could not verbalize any form of comfort and so, simply had to pray Amaimon would speak to him afterwards.

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

Samael quieted Amaimon and tried not to clench his jaw. Any human would consider someone waltzing into their house horribly rude, but for vampires it was a distinct insult and a reminder of their social hierarchy. Lucifer had not merely come to his home, he had reminded Samael he was weak. Still, he kept his calm. Getting visibly angry would do nothing and besides, Lucifer already knew he was mad. No vampire in their right mind wouldn’t be mad to be in Samael’s situation. There wasn’t a point to voicing his anger.

Lucifer laughed and commented on Amaimon’s appearance. Samael would have to apologize to his familiar later for that. He had not intended Amaimon to be seen in such a vulnerable state and he knew the human felt exposed. Samael was not fond of sharing his toys and as such didn’t want Amaimon gawked at, but beyond that he had already picked up on the fact that despite his angry exterior Amaimon was not fond of being assessed by others and would likely feel upset after the encounter if Lucifer said something particularly uncouth. He’d have to steer the conversation as best he could.

“Your recent celebrations have inspired me,” Samael said, praising Lucifer lightly, “I’ve shut myself away for too long,” the other vampire had told him before that he needed to get out more. It would do well to show him that his parties had been a success and Samael had taken his advice gratefully.

“I had intended to eat him, yes.” He said nonchalantly, “but I realized I was lacking a different kind of satisfaction and he performed well enough. After so long without a familiar I figured a challenge would help me leave this manor of mine more frequently. You were quite right that I just needed some inspiration. There’s no use to laying about rotting after all.”

He withheld a growl as Lucifer touched Amaimon, although only barely. It wouldn't do them any good if he snipped at the stronger vampire. Such a thing could easily endanger both of them.

“I’d be glad for pointers. You know better than anyone how out of practice I am and I do intend to keep him alive, I think it’d be good for me.” He said, coming up close behind Amaimon to express his ownership in a more passive way when what he really wanted to do was rip Lucifer's arms off. The way his hand wrapped around Amaimon’s throat was infuriating.

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

Maybe he shouldn’t punish Amaimon. Maybe not hitting him would be more of a punishment. Samael knew that was true — but he continued on anyway, getting in two more hard slaps before he heard the low chime of his doorbell and then, a split second later, footsteps in the hall. There was only one vampire brave enough to so brazenly enter his home. Samael lifted Amaimon off his lap and made him stand.

“Samael!” Lucifer’s voice rang out, “Where are you, you old bastard! You left the last party so early! Was it past your old man bedtime?”

Lucifer was a good bit older than Samael himself, but he never missed the chance to comment on Samael’s age. Hypocrite.

“Make yourself presentable,” he commanded Amaimon, voice firm, attempting to convey that Lucifer was not one to mess with. “Do not speak unless spoken to.”

Then he stood as well, adjusting his pants to be, well - at least a bit more subtle about what they’d been doing moments before. Lucifer would be able to tell of course, they reeked of sex, but it wouldn’t do to be too flagrant about it.

“I’m in here, in the dining room.” He said loud enough to be heard and a moment later Lucifer materialized in the doorway. He could teleport, a power that not every vampire had and one he had always been rather smug about.

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

“Is that so?” He asked as Amaimon said he tasted better, nuzzling his face against Samael’s groin, “Well, I’m afraid that’s not what we’re here for.” He grinned cruelly, fingers lacing through Amaimon’s soft hair to tug his hair back. The movement was not rough per say, but it was sure and commanding, firm. “I said you would eat. Nothing more.” He clicked his tongue, “I also promised you we would work on training you to know your place. I suppose that needs to start now.”

He reached down, grabbing Amaimon by the front of his shirt and tugging him up and into his lap. “You think you deserve my cock after only one small treat? I’d hardly call that a lunch and I know you need more food than that after how well I had you earlier.” He chided, “You should not think so lowly of me to believe I would let you off with eating so little.” Samael ran his hand over Amaimon’s ass, over the backs of his thighs. “I’ll have to punish you.”

Commission request for @tboesart based on their fanfic! :D You can read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/17844617/chapters/42108479

He never skipped leg day and has eye bags that can challenge Mephisto’s

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

He ordered a light lunch service, really it was practically tea. But Amaimon didn’t need to be eating anything too heavy after their play. Not long after the food had arrived Amaimon appeared, looking shy and subdued. It was an interesting change from how fiery he had acted at the party where Samael had found him, but the vampire could work with that.

“It’s no matter,” Samael said, shoulders square, voice sure. Amaimon needed someone unwavering now, a firm hand, “I can hardly expect you to know your place just yet. But we’ll work on that.” He motioned for Amaimon to come close, “Kneel.” He commanded, indicating the space in front of him.

He waited patiently for Amaimon to do so, expression stern, although a hint of a warm smile did manage to overcome him. He reached out and took Amaimon’s chin, just as he had back in the bedroom. Amaimon looked rather good like this. That was not something he planned on forgetting. “Now,” he said, pulling Amaimon’s attention ever forward to him as he placed his thumb at Amaimon’s bottom lip and coaxed his mouth open. “You need to eat and I’m going to feed you. Do not use your hands, keep them in your lap. Afterwards we will go shopping and you care about one thing and one thing only, my wishes for you. Do you understand?

Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.

“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”

“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.

“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”

Finally he stood calmly, grabbing another towel to draw over Amaimon. He already had one of his own but after the sex and his outburst his body would grow colder faster. They should both eat soon, drink some water or juice. He tugged Amaimon into his arms, leaning down to pick him up bridal style. “I am not treating you like a child, Amaimon. I am treating you with respect.”

‘I am sorry you have not been respected before.’

He did not say this part. Amaimon’s mind was trying to process enough as it was. If he pushed too hard too fast, was too kind, too open, Amaimon would shove him away - get scared. “You are mine. On this subject you are quite correct. I’ve claimed you and you have given yourself to me. So, as you say, let’s not get it confused.” He leveled amaimon with a hard stare as he took Amaimon from the bathroom and sat him down on the bed, looking down at him. If Amaimon needed a firm hand so be it. He reached out and took Amaimon’s chin between his fingers, just a touch too tight, forcing Amaimon to meet his gaze. “You belong to me and how I choose to treat my belongings is my decision alone. If I choose to be kind to you, if I feel inclined to be gentle, to provide, to cherish — then you will bear it. You will take it like you take the rest of me, my fangs, my claws, my cock. You will take it. Do you understand, Amaimon?”

He pressed a kiss to Amaimon’s lips, demanding, but not unkind or heated, a punctuation mark to his words, the end of the debate. “Now, get dressed.” He commanded, “We’re going to take a quick lunch in my study and then head to a jeweler. I’m getting you a collar and as I’ve already said, I’m a fan of jewels.”