#kcalbflame

Yosaflame opened his mouth to speak, but nothing really came out, as he was so dumbfounded. The melon colored demon glanced down the hallway, remembering that his resting area was placed next to the devil’s not too long ago. He must’ve mistakenly took Yosaf’s place in a fit of anger and tired. The demon resisted the urge to chuckle from his devil being so serious yet silly at the same time, before slowly looking over at his resting body.

The demon thought to himself that he should perhaps either sleep in Kcalb’s room for the night or assist the devil by either waking him up and informing him of his mishap (which Yosaflame didn’t want to do, he simply looked too peaceful) or transport him from one room to the other as gently but quickly as possible. However, he stepped closer to the devil, letting his curiosity take control for a moment. For someone who was always so intimidating, he looked so peaceful when asleep. Yosaflame felt a smile creep onto his lips, slowly leaning in to get a better look at the devil’s face.

The demon barely let his knee onto the bed before his collar was grabbed roughly, yanking the demon into bed. Yosaf restrained his startled sound, feeling himself be roughly pressed into the devil’s body, a tight grip wrapping around him as the devil curled into place. Yosaflame took a few seconds to recover, adjusting his glasses, realizing he was trapped right with the devil. The demon squirmed a bit, chuckling and telling him that this joke was funny and all, but he’d like to be free. But he wasn’t joking. Actually, he doesn’t even seem aware, that, or he’s really good at acting to be asleep.

After about a minute of soft struggling, just enough not to jossle Kcalb awake, he let out a sigh, finally accepting his fate of being a cuddle pillow. He wished he could’ve at least gotten Kcalb and himself more dressed for bed. Oh well. He almost thought he could enjoy this a little, indulge on himself? The demon pulled the spectacles away from his face and rested them onto them next to his pillow, as he couldn’t reach his end table. He slowly rested his head in front of the devil’s. He felt his heart flutter for a moment, staring at the devil’s face closely.

“Goodness.. You can tell stress has been really affecting you. You’re awfully cold, and you’re even frowning in your sleep..” He murmured softly, his voice soft and rich like fresh cream, reaching to slowly pet through his hair and sliding down his cheek, stroking it carefully with his thumb. He truly was so handsome, even if he was so angry. It was a face blessed to exist, created by a foolish artist, etched with such attention to detail. It was only to be expected of his highness, isn’t it? The perfect man..

The demon smiled wider, leaning in slowly to give a respectful kiss to his lord’s forehead and then cheek, carefully worshipping who was basically his god. He rested his hand on his neck as he kept close enough to keep his scent, giving gentle massages across his obviously weary body. Scars.. He could feel them, all over his body. It was unfortunate, if only he could permanently be his shield. The demon craves for that, to keep him for all harm and even die in his name, but Kcalb insists to only be alone when he fights the god. So foolish and stubborn, yet so courageous and full of honor. The best he can get is to stay at his side as much as he can, and fight for his name, to make him the most successful emperor to ever exist.

Once he was satisfied with his playful affection to his face, he pulled away, nuzzling his head just shy under his chin, hands moving down to hold around his waist. Yosaf let fire fill his body, increasing his body heat to make a toasty temperature for Kcalb and for anybody else in the bed. He really was so terribly cold, enough to feel like ice through his clothing, even under such heavy blankets. The devil wasn’t even shivering, maybe just out of his own will power? Truly impressive, he was, an admirable role model, yes yes. Maybe Yosaflame should learn some cold tolerance tips from him? It should would surely help with that… nuisance.

“It’s too hot…”

Yosaflame’s thought process was interrupted by the grip tightening and hearing a low but sleepy growl, much rougher than how the demon spoke earlier, like feet crunching through gravel. Yosaflame held his embarrassment down, looking passively up. A dark eye opened, peering back down.

“I’m fine.. Your body alone is enough… Now stop it.”

Yosaflame blinked, before letting out an almost girlish giggle, toning down his heat to his normal body temperature. “I’m sorry.. I got ahead of myself. I should’ve been more considerate.” He replied, smile never leaving his face as he placed his head back down. Was he awake during all of this, after all? He truly was full of some many surprises. Yosaflame could feel his head pulled closer to the demon’s body, his face gently pressed into his chest. He huffed happily, gripping gently into the back of his outfit, clinging back just as much as the devil was.

Truly such a selfish ruler.. Yes, this one he had sworn his life to. This was no problem with this. In fact, Yosaflame would even be willing to say this was the most peaceful moment of his life, that he would even admit he could almost forget the gruesome war that has plagued his life everyday. If only it could stay this.. But it’s all the more reason to savor this moment in time.

“Goodnight, my lord.”

“Just shut up and sleep. You had a long day today, and you have a longer day tomorrow.”