A short ficlet that was written for the @litsquadnw creation event.
Fandom: All for the game / The foxhole court
Pairing: Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten
Summary: Occasionally childhood demons are real legitimate hellspawn that take over your body
âHello there, Nathaniel,â Andrew Minyard says to the demon possessing his husbandâs body. Neilâs eyes - Nathanielâs eyes widen in surprise, and he puts down the sandwich heâs eating.
âHello Drew,â Nathaniel says softly, âI made hot chocolate?â the demon poses as a question, sliding the mug towards Andrew, who wraps his palms around it.
âNot bad,â Andrew mutters taking a sip. âHowâs hell then?â Nathaniel glares at him and lets out a growl.
âI wouldnât have made a soul deal with you if I realised how much fucking havoc it was going to cause downstairs,â Nathaniel groans. Andrew hums calmly into his drink.
âWhat has my soul done this time then?â Andrew asks. Nathaniel takes a few savage bites out of his food, grumbling under his breath.
âThe bloody thing is running the place which shouldnât even be possible because other than the fact you sold it, itâs teetering on the side of goodness. If you werenât a dumbass, youâd be sitting nice and pretty up top for all of eternity.â Nathaniel says. The demon slams his fist down on the kitchen counter. âYou donât fucking deserve any of this.â
âThere have only been two times that Iâve gotten what I deserve,â Andrew tells Nathaniel calmly, Nathanielâs eye - Neilâs eye twitches. âThe reasons for both of them are standing in front of me,â
âI -â Nathaniel begins, and then he abruptly closes his mouth. He turns away from Andrew, his shoulder blades bunching together under his shirt as he leans on the counter.
âYes or No?â Andrew questions gruffly. Thereâs sheer silence for several moments until Nathaniel relaxes.
âYes,â and then Andrewâs hands are on him running down his spine and making him relax. Nathaniel feels like a puddle of water underneath Andrewâs fingertips. The muscles of Neilâs body are toned from years of playing exy, with Nathanielâs possession they knit together angrily. Andrew massages out the kinks wordlessly.
âI believe you and Andrew have an anniversary coming up,â Andrew says blandly when heâs done.
âOur eighth in earth time,â their nine hundred and sixtieth in hell, Andrew calculates in his head.
âGetting him anything nice then?â Nathaniel laughs, it sounds both bitter and sweet and is far too much like Neil's own laugh for comfort.
âthere's not much room for niceties in hell,â Nathaniel says. Running a hand through Neil's deep auburn locks. âI can never get used to the red you know, too much like hellfire,â Andrew doesn't comment on the abrupt change of subject.
âToo much like Nathan you mean?â Andrew quips and Nathaniel's fist clenches.
âDon't even say his name, I hate him, I hate him so much,â Nathaniel growls lowly.
âHis name is half of your name,â Andrew points out. Nathaniel's teeth tug at Neil's lips.
âNo it's Neil's name, and he wasn't using so I borrowed it,â Nathaniel says.
âWaste not want not,â Nathaniel sing-songs. Andrew feels the corners of his mouth tug up, but he doesn't smile.
âYou know most people's childhood demons aren't this chatty,â he says.
Most people's childhood demons aren't real,â Nathaniel fires back.
âCareful there, just because some peopleâs demons arenât hellspawn doesnât make it less real,â Andrew says.
âIâm sorry,â Nathaniel says.
âDonât be a liar now Nathaniel, it doesnât become you.â Andrew hisses, keeping an eye on his knives. Heâs sure Neil would understand if it came down to Andrew needing to use them.
âJust because Iâm a demon doesnât mean I donât have fucking feelings,â Nathaniel says.
âGood for you, I donât care. You can leave now,â Andrew tells him apathetically. Nathaniel sighs and then thereâs blessed silence for a few moments.
âAndrew?â Neilâs voice says shakily âWhy does my head hurt so much?â Andrew stares at his husband blankly.
âNate was here wasnât he. That fucking asshole is going to possess me in the middle of practice and then what am I supposed to do?â Neil whinges.
âHonestly heâd probably just keep playing he loves stickball as much as you do,â Andrew says. Neil flicks his tongue back and forth against his lower lip.
âHe was okay though?â Neil questions. Andrew takes a step forward, so heâs standing between Neilâs legs.
âShut up Neil,â Andrew says softly. Neil smiles at him, and thatâs all the yes Andrew needs to kiss his husband stupid.