My brain worms

There are only a few spots Beel might be after that. His bedroom is empty, and the kitchen is quiet, so you find yourself almost lost as you wander the first floor. Eventually, you notice the garden door is unlocked and you slip out the back to find him doing pushups by one of the more picturesque parts of the backyard. He's so caught up in whatever he's thinking about that you almost surprise him with your approach, taking the chance to stand by his side and properly ogle his form.

When he stops and looks up at you, the sweat that drips down his neck directs your line of sight like a traffic controller. Beelzebub is shirtless and a little out of breath- the entire sight makes your body ache in a specific way and when you move to sit beside him it's mostly to relieve the soft shaking of your knees. He blinks up at you, the moon catching in his eyes and turning magenta into ultraviolet. The night air isn't the only thing making you shiver then.

"Sorry" Exertion deepens his voice and you swallow a little too roughly "You came looking for me, but you could have just kept sleeping with Belphie." There's a bit of remorse in his eyes and while you know you could have, you really love Beel and part of you had hoped to get some alone time with him. He turns onto his side to better look at you and the position lets you stare blatantly at his exposed torso. Thick muscle and intense definition make your mouth dry enough to keep it quiet. When you don't answer he places a hand on your thigh and lifts himself to your eye line.

Beelzebub tries again, demanding your attention before apologizing once more and insisting you go back to sleep. It's then that you come back to yourself properly. The clouded look in his eye is more than remorse; there's something there that dragged him from your arms and brought him out here in the dead of night. With a steadying breath, you center yourself and bring your hands up to cup his face. There's a flash of something there and then he melts into your touch. Shifting from his half-sprawled position, Beelzebub leans into your hold and then drags you back to him, into his arms and then lap- a position you're more than happy to be in. Once sat in your usual seat, you press your forehead to his, sweat sticking you together in a way that used to bother you, but now only warms your heart.

"What's going on, Honey Bee?" Fingers find and thread into his hair, the sweat dampens them, but nothing is going to stop you from showing this man affection. His eyebrows furrow and you can smell the midnight snack on his breath as he tries to decide between keeping his troubles to himself. When he places his nose to your shoulder and inhales, you know he's working up the courage to say what he must. Deciding that he might need the encouragement, you press soft kisses to his temple and between the sweat and the way his body wraps tighter, you're sure he's melting around you. "I'm right here. Promise" whispering against his jawline earns you a groan and then he finally relents.

"I just wanted a midnight snack..." You nod to encourage him on, and he whines this time in the junction of your neck and ear. Despite your best intentions, you shiver in his hold and try to focus. "I didn't mean to lose my head about it... I just... before I knew it, I'd eaten the lunch Asmo prepared for tomorrow..." Ah, that would weigh heavy on him. Petting his head you kiss his damp hairline and try to soothe his heartache. "There's no more food in the fridge, so Lucifer's going to be upset... and none of the stores are open right now, so I can't go pick up anymore of the special ingredients that Asmo used. His skin won't be extra-super soft tomorrow."

His brow dips and you can't help but kiss it. Of course, he would be upset that he'd lost control and eaten something his brother was excited about. Some new food trend that was meant to hydrate and rejuvenate one's appearance had led Asmodeus to spend hours on a lunch box. He'd gone out to find specific ingredients and even managed to coerce Barbatos and Solomon into helping him gather them. He'd explained it all to you, even asked you to help prepare some of it, insisting that you'd benefit from it as well. In hindsight, it’s a great thing you did, the recipes are saved to your DDD and you're sure Barbatos even has extra ingredients, having insisted on trying to make some for Diavolo.

Petting the gentle giant seems to soothe him and while he probably needs the reassurance, you decide the words are a better option. Explaining to him that it's not all lost and that, while this isn't a great outcome and he'll have to apologize, you can probably work to fix it come morning. The message is simple, but he stares at you like you'd spoken the word of god and when you're done, he leans forward and kisses you deep and unrelenting.

You're no stranger to the soft touches and flirty behaviour with the brothers, but this is the first time Beel has ever kissed you like this. Of course, you're not displeased at all, but you are a little surprised. He relents only when tug at his hair, intent on continuing to breathe, and he smiles at you in that adorable way that makes your heart jump. Beelzebub is so cute. "Thank you," the way he says your name feels like worship and you swallow down the thrill of it. "I was so worried Asmo would hate me. Thank you for always being so kind." His eyes shine with awe and he looks like he wants to kiss you again. You think you might really like that.

"So, now that that's sorted, come to bed?" He nods at you, happy and light with your plan in place. Without another word he's picking you up and returning to the attic, intent on curling you right back up between him and his brother. Once you're back on the futon, Belphie almost immediately clinging to you in his sleep, he stands once more without you. "Wait-" but he insists that he needs a shower before he stinks you up anymore. His smile is soft and the way he stares at you makes your stomach dance. Before you can open your mouth again and ask to join him, he leans down one more time to make his position clear.

"Maybe... another time, you could join me?" And the soft way he whispers the words against your lips paired with the heat from his sweat-damp skin makes you shiver worse than either the night air or your base attraction to him. The promise of another time dries your tongue, and you can't help but think about it as he kisses you one last time before retreating to the bathroom. You can't help but stare after him, watching the doorframe for too long after he's left. It feels like you might explode and just as you're beginning to panic over how you could ever sleep tonight, knowing he'll be right beside you, you feel a hand on your shoulder and whip around too fast.

"I'd say 'it's about time' but you look like you're going to pop." The sloth demon blinks at you from where he's laid out and you open your mouth to say something in defense. He shakes his head and tugs at you until you lay yourself down beside him. "I get it. Neither of you are subtle. Come on, I'll sleep in the middle tonight." The offer is both a relief and an offense but when Beelzebub returns, you're grateful for the space. A small pep talk from the youngest helps you calm down enough to sleep and at some point, you wake up between both men again anyway.