#whatinhellisbadcollab2

You stared at the man across from you, hands shaking and tears rolling down your cheeks. Your hands were in his and your veil had fallen to the ground next to your feet. You didn’t care that it had fallen to the ground, what was more important was the man in front of you. Your gaze fell to the ground, lips trembling as you tried to choke out your vows. His hands squeezed yours gently and thumb rubbed against the back of your hand.

He lifted his hand to your chin and raised it so he may kiss you, his touch gentle and sweet, but made your skin crawl. His hand left blood upon your cheek, gaze so sickeningly in love that made your stomach churn. Agares stood in front of you with bloodstained clothing, your dearest laying on the ground at the altar at your feet, blood pooling around his lifeless body. He smiled at you softly as he murmured sweet things to you, kissing your cheek as you tried to stare anywhere but at your former lover.

Words meant for another he made you say, a celebration meant to be filled with joy was covered in red. The guests with their throats slit by him and Vassago, who stood behind the altar as he read out the rites of husband and wife, binding you to this man for the rest of eternity.

“Are you alright?” A soft voice called out to Agares. His breath quickened as he turned around and trembled as he pressed himself against the wall. In front of him was a noble’s daughter for sure, the well made clothing that had not a speck of dirt on her skirt. Eyes bright and innocent, not knowing the true horrors of the world.

She extended a delicate hand to him, expression worried as she looked at him. Agares pressed back, not trusting the hand that looked oh so soft. He looked up at her with a glare, trying to scare her off. He didn’t want another poisoned orange incident, nor the rocks and trash being thrown at him. He bared his teeth at her, trying to seem like the type you don’t mess with.

But her expression just turned sad, crouching down next to him and shuffling around her pockets before producing a large golden ring. She looked worried before she shuffled closer and grabbed his hand and held strong as he struggled to get her to him go before placing the ring in his palm.

“If you sell this, you could make some money,” she said, voice soft and looking around nervously. “You’ll be able to buy some more food too.” She shuffled around more before pulling out of her pocket a wrapped bundle, which she shoved into his arms. “I have to go,” she said, standing up and looking around more. “But I’ll be back! Stay safe and don’t let the city guards get you!”

She ran off in another direction and left Agares alone. Agares cautiously opened up the bundle and saw some pieces of dried oranges. He felt his lip trembling, hands shaking as he looked down at the pieces of dried fruit. He brought one to his lip and bit it, the familiar flavour of oranges flooded his mouth and he had to hold back from crying.

It was sweet.

It was bitter.

It was tangy.

It was good.

Agares clenched his fist around the ring in his hand as he pressed it against his mouth. It weighed heavy in his hand, it was something he couldn’t ever get rid of. He feels it deep down, he can’t ever get rid of this ring.

Agares waited for you at the usual place, hiding his face in his fan. The crimson haori you brought him he wore everyday. You had said it suited him, the red bringing out his other features. It was soft, and it kept him warm during the winter, where you snuck out to bring him wood for a fire and many thin blankets to layer on. It wasn’t like the futon he had been used to in the palace, but it kept him warm and secure.

It was now spring, two seasons since you two had met. Agares sat underneath the cherry blossom tree, the flowers not yet in bloom but when they were, he’s sure it would be even more beautiful with you. He smiled softly as he blushed behind his fan, softly fanning his face. The ring you had given him he hid under his kimono, hanging on scrap cloth he twisted into a makeshift chain. It rested right over his heart, the cold metal against his beating heart.

Agares could never understand how you were so sweet, so kind, so loving to someone like him. You always extended a gentle hand, helping him find a hiding place to protect himself from, bringing him food and water to help him regain some strength. You let him into your arms and kept him warm, a gentle hand running through his hair as you hummed him a gentle lullaby.

Agares closed his eyes as he leaned back against the tree, smiling softly as he tried to hold back his excitement for when he would see you.

The rock hitting him caught Agares by surprise, falling to the side and looking up to see a noble man. Agares quickly closed his eye, doing as you said to hide the mark in his eyes if anyone showed up. Behind the noble man stood two guards and a carriage, and he could hear you. Agares’s breath caught in his throat as he heard your cries, your sobbing and watching as a woman in noble clothes held you back. You were sobbing, crying out and he looked up at the man in front of him.

“So this is the trash that you were spending your time around,” the noble man growled. Agares heard you scream at the man, ears ringing as he watched the man yell at him, cursing him and kicking him before walking back to the carriage. Agares could only watch as you left crying, hand reaching out to him which was shoved down by the man.

His friend.

His dearest one.

She’s gone.

… Gone?

No no no, she’s not gone. She didn’t want to leave. They’re just keeping her away, but a part of her is still with him. It will always be with him, just like she will always be with him.

Agares wrapped his fist around the ring, sitting up despite the pain in his body. You gave it to him, you cared about him, it was like a promise with you. He is yours and you are his, you’ll be together forever, right?

Agares didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him, nor the gaze of a man who would help him reclaim his throne and return you to him.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a little nervous as the clock ticked. The time of your wedding was coming up, and you were nervous to how your beloved would think of your dress. He hadn’t been allowed to see you before the wedding, as it was considered bad luck, and you were so nervous! What if he didn’t like the style? What if he wanted you to be in a different one? What if-

You shook your head as you cleared your thoughts. Your beloved wouldn’t think that about you, he was a kind and gentle man, he didn’t care about things like looks. He had said he just wanted to marry you, to live the rest of your lives together. He was doing this ceremony because your parents wanted a big wedding to show off their wealth, and you didn’t want to rock the boat so you let them go wild.

You smiled softly at your maid as she placed the veil upon your head, gently holding her hand as she led you out of your dressing room. You felt so giddy, a little skip in your step as you talked with your maid, heart fluttering at the thought of your beloved.

What came next was something out of a nightmare.

You had began to walk down the aisle, bouquet in hand when you heard the screams. You couldn’t see what was going on, the veil blocking your view so you could only look around in panic, before you felt yourself step into something sticky. You could smell the metallic scent in the air and didn’t need to look down to know it was blood.

You wanted to scream, but your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands trembled as you froze in place, listening to the screams of everyone around you and your heart raced in fear as you stood there, unable to do anything. You heard someone coming closer and your breath froze as you felt someone touch your cheek. You felt the veil being lifted to reveal your face and the sight that came forth was a nightmare.

The guests were killed and butchered like animals, your parents were beyond recognition, and the worst was your beloved.

Killed at the altar, his throat was slit, his fingers were cut off from his hands. His face, oh his beautiful face looked like the person had skinned his flesh oh so slowly. The worst though was seeing his ribcage torn open, bones bent in ways that they shouldn’t be. His chest was also empty, devoid of a heart and lung, which laid around him.

“Apologies for the delay,” a voice said, snapping you out of staring at the gruesome sight. A familiar face made your heart sink, light pink eyes gazing into yours. While things had changed, a scar on his left eye and his face more mature, you could never forget him. He smiled at you so softly, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer.

“The groom has arrived so now the ceremony can begin,” he said to you, voice so sickeningly in love, like he was your lover. He talked to you like he didn’t have blood all over his clothes, like the bodies around you weren’t anything out of the ordinary.

“Ah~, I see you are moved to tears, how cute,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your cheek to a tear you didn’t realize started to fall. Your lips trembled as he pulled you close and pressed right against him. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as he began to drag you towards the altar.

It’s time for your wedding after all, and he kept you waiting for so long~.

“Beel, is this necessary…ah…I have to get back…f-” A hot tongue silences my protests while my hands claw at the door to brace the added weight of the devil on top of me. Here we were, making out in a random closet in the various doors of Satan’s palace. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone knew we were missing, considering I was just at the front entrance signing in all the guests for the wedding. 

“It’s very necessary, everyone’s distracted, and now we can have our alone time…” Beelzebub whispers in my ear, a shuddering breath when he sniffs my neck. “...you showered today, pity. But whatever you use smells really good…” His tongue drags across my skin, his fangs tickling and sending chills up my spine. I couldn’t handle it, everything felt way too good and my body was reacting so much I could feel the fabric of my underwear dampen with arousal. He knows, his fingers finding purchase between my legs and rubbing the sensitive area to make it wetter. My moans fill the room, loudly, but he didn't tell me to be quiet. All he does is press himself against me so I can feel his cock twitch behind his pants. 

“You don’t seem like you’re in a hurry anymore.” Even in the dark, I could see and feel the wide smirk that spread across his lips. The planted kisses that went from my ear to my shoulder as he slid off my outfit. My mind was leaving to another realm, tipsy on his scent and his touch until… 

“I know you’re in there. Come out. That idiot, too.” My senses snap back to reality, Leviathan’s voice following an annoyed knock on the door. I push Beelzebub’s face away, trying to get my clothes back on with urgency. The door opens, and the other King stands there with his arms crossed and his face in his usual death glare.

"Ah, Levi, did you need something?" Beelzebub smiles, knowing that the question would irritate the other. Leviathan scoffs, only focusing on me judging my current appearance and reaction.

"When I noticed you missing, I knew who was responsible. Ditching your duties to play around, typical."

"Hm? Is Amon not performing well…I was certain he had it under control…" Due to the surprising tone in his voice and expression, I already figured that he had briefly explained the job to Amon on what I was doing and that he was winging it. How hard could it be to present the guestbook and tell the guests where the main room was? Though that didn't matter at the moment. Leviathan was here, staring at us, and what's worse, Beelzebub was still hard.

"The ceremony starts soon, and you're coming with me right now." A gloved hand clasps around my wrist, Leviathan still glaring at me and ignoring the chuckling devil behind me. That's when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and pull me back, Beelzebub's waist flush with my backside as his member throbs.

"We've got plenty of time, Levi. Why don't you join us?" His hips grind against me, causing a small whimper to escape from my throat. Leviathan grimaces but doesn't let go of my wrist. Beelzebub keeps rolling his hips, making sure that I can tell he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. I wasn't thinking clearly at all when I looked up at the beautiful face that was judging me harshly, eyes squinted as if warning me.

"Leviathan…it won't be so bad, will it? We could finish this quickly." My mouth reaches for one of his fingers, my saliva soaking the fabric as my eyes stay locked with his. A red tint forms across his cheeks, seeing how needy and vulnerable I was being.

"Stop. You're ruining my glove." He pulls his hand away and swiftly removes the glove I had my tongue on. The door suddenly shuts behind him, the dim light of the closet flickering on to cast an aesthetically pleasing ambiance. Leviathan's eyes glow, his bare hand reaching around my neck. "Hey, stupid fly…who said you could take your pants off?"

My body freezes, Beelzebub's stiff and swollen cock rubs against the outside of my underwear. His scent combined with Leviathan's, sending my senses haywire as I wiggle against his movements. All I could think about in this moment was wanting to feel him slide inside of me while groveling to Leviathan to let me suck him off at the same time.

"Levi…" Beelzebub quietly laughs as he slides down my garment. "You look so tense right now, do you want to punish them for tempting you?"

Leviathan's fingers tighten around my neck, answering Beelzebub's question silently. The pressure, combined with feeling the tip of the other devil slide across my entrance, was enough to make my toes curl. If they both kept this up, we'd be in this closet for the entire ceremony.

"Hurry, please." My command chokes out, watching Leviathan look down at me with surprise as if he didn't expect me to rush him. That's when a loud smack echoes in the room, the palm of Beelzebub coming down on my bare backside. He laughs and does it again, but on the other cheek, my body shuddering as I brace myself by holding on to Leviathan's hips.

"You want us that badly? What do you say, Levi? Should we listen?" Beelzebub was clearly teasing the other King, and it worked. His hand closed around my throat even tighter, his other hand lowering his zipper to free himself. My eyes widen, staring at his blush, twitching cock head pointed directly toward my mouth. This entire time, he had been aroused, clear fluid dripping down his shaft as he urged his hips forward to smear it across my lips. I didn't hesitate, opening up to take him with his fingers still clasped around my neck. Beelzebub groans, stretching me from the other end, his hands gripping my waist as he slowly presses in. My eyes roll as the two devils pushed themselves into me until they bottomed out, all of our moans following each other in unison.

"Fuck, so good…" Beelzebub rasps, rocking his hips in a rhythmic fashion, not bothering to match the pace that Leviathan set as he thrusts in my mouth. In both areas, I feel the two of them swell, filling me so much that all I could do was react. I focus my eyes back on Leviathan, whose face is flushed, staring at me as his tongue slowly exits his pretty, pink lips. He was enjoying the sight of me, taking him while also taking Beelzebub so well. This was the first time I saw him collaborate with the other King without hurling insults, or maybe I had before, but I never paid attention. I move my head, swirling my tongue to give more friction for Leviathan while trying my best to rock my hips and fuck myself on Beelzebub's cock. As clumsy as it was, it worked, both devils moaning and quickening their pace at a speed that made my efforts pale in comparison.

"Ah, stop jerking them around…" Leviathan complains finally, his fingers loosen their grip on my neck so he could push in further, my throat closing around him as I gag. Beelzebub's relentless pace doesn't ease up, the sounds of flesh smacking and drops of fluid from us dripping down my thighs. I feel a tingle arise from my core, spreading across my body as I let go and succumb to my orgasm, as I loudly groan and grip Leviathan's waist tightly. There was a sudden silence, my vision slightly blurry, but I'm still conscious. It's when I feel a sudden chill from behind me that I whine around Leviathan's cock that's still deep in my throat. It seemed that Beelzebub pulled out, his chuckle filling the space.

"That didn't take long now did it, Levi?"

"Shut up or I'll kill you." Leviathan releases his grip on me and gently pulls out allowing me to collapse to the floor as my vision returns. I was covered in sweat, saliva dripping down my chin, and my thighs were wet with my arousal. But the two Kings in front of me are still erect, standing before me as my fluids coated their shafts.

"You two…didn't finish." My statement was almost one of disappointment. Surely an hour had gone by, and I wasn't able to satisfy them. But then again, I knew better about their stamina as devils by now. Of course, this wouldn't be enough for them.

"What did you expect? Of course, this wouldn't get me to finish, this fly kept moving you around so much I-" Leviathan's words were cut off by Beelzebub, who grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. My hands flew up to my face, not believing what I was seeing before me and half expecting Leviathan to tear the other's face off with such a sudden move. He doesn't, instead pressing his lips back and grabbing the back of Beelzebub's neck. As their tongues roll over each other's, their bodies press closer. I kept watching, realizing that Beel's cock is slightly larger than Leviathan's as they collide. Covered in my slick, their cocks glide and rub against each other, Leviathan the loudest with his moans compared to Beelzebub, who swallows them with each tongue-deep kiss.

I attempt to speak, but my voice cracks out. I'm actively ignored as the Kings were off in their own world. Their hands roam their bodies, their tongues were long, noisy, and wet while they continued to kiss. Various supplies in the room fall to the floor as Beelzebub moves Leviathan around as if trying to give me a better view of what they were doing. The next thing I realize is that my fingers are exploring my sensitive areas, stroking myself with the wetness left behind. It was as if a porno had manifested itself in real time before me, a special treat I didn't ask for.

"Stop teasing me, it's fucking annoying." Leviathan curses, his growl sending chills throughout my body. I could tell by his glowing eyes and dilated pupils that he was enjoying this more than he should. Beelzebub stops pinching the other's nipple and turns to look at me with mischievous eyes. I immediately pause, embarrassed for being caught. Though I don't get a chance to explain before Leviathan reaches out to grab Beelzebub's ponytail and yanks it to get his attention. "Look at me, I'm here…"

His voice drops an octave, and Beel's cock twitches in response. Leviathan was jealous that he gave me attention, and for some reason, that turned me on more than watching them in the first place. When Beelzebub turns around to give the other his focus again, my fingers work fast, legs spread as I watch intently at the scene unfold.

Beelzebub's hand reaches down, tracing Leviathan's shaft with the tip of his finger all the way down to his swollen ball-sack, giving it a quick flick. As the other growls and bites down on Beelzebub's neck, he doesn't stop there, his hand moving down further until Leviathan spreads his legs, propping himself on the wall behind them. Beelzebub's fingers, not one, but three, slide into Leviathan's puckered hole, readily accepting him. At the same time, Leviathan's palm wraps around Beel's cock to move in the same rhythm as the fingers that filled him. In order to give me a better view, Beelzebub lifts one of Leviathan's legs, turning his body to the side as he nuzzles his neck with bites that break the skin. Both Kings were growling and making noises I've never heard before, trills and clicks like a surreal melody. I got closer to the edge, trying to not reach the end as quickly in case they kept this going for a while. But that was short-lived, as the two glanced in my direction with heavy pants, the glows of their irises causing me to whimper and realize that they were watching me too. With knowing this, I reach my limit, my second orgasm overtaking me in a rush as my arousal dribbles down my fingers. Shortly after, Leviathan presses his head back against the wall as Beelzebub bites his neck. His hand strokes Beel's cock with fervor, while he rides the other's hand to climax. Beelzebub follows behind him, cum shooting against Levi's chest.

But they weren't done.

Leviathan fixes his gaze on me, beckoning me to come to them with silent words. I stand, my legs wobbling like a newborn calf as I make my way across the small space to them. The two were breathing heavily, staring at me while still deep in their ecstasy. Their horns glisten with essence, calling out to me as I reach, taking Beel's horn with one hand, Levi's horn jewelry with the other. As I stroke one horn and yank on the jewelry both devils cry out, their cocks rubbing against various parts of my body for stimulation. I lean over to kiss Beelzebub's horn and then attempt to do the same with Leviathan's, only to get caught giving his lips a kiss instead. I pull back, focusing on their horns the best I can at the same time as their hips rocked against my bare body. In no time, they both cum again, essence flowing from their horns like milk, fluid erupting in ropes covering my back and chest.

All at once, the three of us lay together to catch our breaths. The room was pungent and damp with our scents, various supplies scattered across the floor were something I wasn't prepared to explain, but it's too late, our moment of bliss interrupted by the door opening with magenta colored hues staring at us stoically.

"The ceremony has begun. Paimon doesn't need you to walk him down the aisle; Purson made it. But you may want to get cleaned up for the reception." Sitri pauses before acknowledging the two kinds with a bow, emotion-free in his voice. "My apologies, Your Majesties. Please feel free to use our common area to freshen up."

With one last glance in my direction, I feel a hint of envy shoot through me, knowing that Sitri wouldn't dare to comment about what just happened with two powerful devil Kings present. Also, the wise decision of not bringing the attention of one certain King who would flip the entire palace over if he found us instead. It doesn't take long for us to clean ourselves with a quick shower, our outfits only slightly in need of dusting and airing out before placing them back on before we make our way to the reception area. The first devil to notice me is Paimon, his cheeks puffed as his heels clack against the floor in fury.

"Where were youuuuuuuu? I didn't see you in the crowddd, how rude!" He bops me on the head playfully with his bouquet of flowers. Next, he flashes his hand, a flashy ring on his hand, as he beams. "Isn't it pretttyyy? I'm so lucky my new partner picked the one I wannnttteeedd." I admire the ring and also glance over toward Purson, who holds out his hand to Paimon.

"The father of the "bride has to lead the first dance." He pops the gum in his mouth before taking it out and placing it in Paimon's hand. I try not to grimace as Paimon does the same, a strange traditional ritual between the two before they head out to the dance floor. The festivities went on for the rest of the evening, as I sat at a table nearby to observe. I would participate, but my legs and body were still spent from earlier with the two Kings that kept stealing glances throughout the celebration. But the focus was on Paimon, and would be for the next seven days until it was time for his honeymoon.

"Okay, everyoneeee, gather aroundddd I'm gonna throw the bouquet now!" Paimon calls out happily as several devils clamor together to be as close as possible. I observe that even Satan comes up with a wide grin on his face, confident he'd catch it. Mammon stands next to him, to much of his annoyance and others too. The only two Kings I didn't see participating are Belphegor, who's asleep on Beleth's back, and Lucifer, who decides to be a wallflower behind the crowd.

"He he, one…twooooo….threeeeeeee!" The bubbly devil cheers as he tosses it rather high and far into the air. All the devils in the crowd shove and bite, trying to catch the bouquet. Suddenly, the flowers move on their own, flopping right in front of me on the table. Everyone stares at me, confused, but they all clap and congratulate me anyway.

"Just as it should be, my Master has the bouquet…I was going to give it to them anyway." Mammon loudly declares with a laugh.

"Shut up, those were mine to give, not yours. Loud ass." Satan grumbles but Mammon doesn't make it any better, smiling and patting the shorter devil's head. Asmodeus was in the crowd before, but he and a few of the devils left shortly after I accepted the flowers. What surprises me most is Leviathan coming from the crowd, his gaze mildly upset as he approaches me.

"I could have caught them, Foras, don't do that again or I'll hang you." I look behind me, seeing a slight outline of a figure pass by quickly. Beelzebub shows up leaning on my head as he rubs his chin in my hair.

"So, since you have the bouquet now, you know what that means, right?" He says with a playful tone. Leviathan scoffs and rolls his eyes, which confuses me even more.

"What does it mean?"

"It means that whoever you slept with last is who you're gonna marrryyyyyy." Paimon swishes the hem of his dress, casually skipping by holding onto his newly wedded partner's arm before going back to the dance floor again. I stare at Leviathan nervously, who is avoiding eye contact with me.

"Huh? But that means, does everyone do this in Hell?" I ask, but I know the answer; it was most likely only a tradition in Gehenna. Beelzebub makes his way over to Leviathan, trying to lean on his shoulder, only for Leviathan to move his body away from his embrace.

"That means you have to marry both Levi and me…how interesting."

"Nothing is amusing about this, you annoying pest. I refuse. Neither of us is from Gehenna anyway."

"Aw, Levi, it's okay if you don't wanna share. I can have them to myself again."

"You'll die before I let that happen again…."

As the two went back and forth with banter that was similar to an old married couple, I picked up the beautiful arrangement of flowers, lost in my own thoughts. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get married to both of them. Leviathan for sure had a soft spot for the teasing devil, and of course, Beelzebub treated Leviathan differently than he did the other Kings. But for now, I'd just enjoy their company as they were, until that day came when I decided to settle down.