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Simeon sat up in bed with a gasp, clutching the bedding to his shaking body. He was breathing heavily and failing to settle his nerves as he sat in the dark silence of his room. He had been avoiding Barbatos since their intimate encounter. Even going so far as to keep Luke close by when they were in groups to avoid being cornered by the crafty demon. Yet, the nightmares of the demon persisted.
A soft tap at the door was followed by Luke’s voice, “Simeon? Are you awake?”
Simeon was secretly thankful for Luke’s appearance, as it would force him to put on a strong facade to placate the young angel. The cool feeling of the floor on Simeon’s feet as he stepped out of the bed was a slow catharsis as he went to ease the worries behind the troubled blue eyes that met him at the door.
“Simeon! I heard you shriek! Are you still having bad dreams? I thought adults didn’t have bad dreams like kids do. Please tell me you’ll be okay!!”
Simeon smiled softly as he rustled Lukes permanently messy hair, causing the young angel to grasp him in a tight hug.
“Luke, adults have bad dreams too. Sometimes a worry just won’t stop when you’re asleep. But I know I will be okay. You do not need to worry.”
As Simeon looked up, he spotted Solomon. He was standing with his arms crossed and his face set in an equally stern expression. Few things went unnoticed by the sorcerer.
“You see Luke, now off to bed with you. We are all very tired, and need our sleep for the baking competition tomorrow.” Solomon’s stern reminder caused the young angel to quickly release his mentor and give him a wide eyed look.
“Yes! That’s right! Get lots of sleep, Simeon! Solomon is going to be participating, so you have to be the judge for Purgatory Hall.”
Luke gave Simeon one last dejected look before returning to his room. He had been devastated to find out that there could not be groups. He was given a special exception for the judges to help him get things in and out of the oven, but he would still have to do almost all the rest of the work on his own. It had also fallen to Simeon to be the judge when Solomon also insisted on entering the competition.
Solomon closed the space between them and watched over his shoulder for Luke to close his door before he whispered to Simenon, “You actually cried out ‘No!’ several times over before waking up. Diavolo himself proposed this event so that we could get everyone involved and working together again. Most of us know something happened, but if you won’t talk about it, then you have to find a way to still make THIS work.”
It was the truth that Simeon had been avoiding since the encounter. He was not even sure if it was guilt, shame, or embarrassment over the whole situation. He wanted to speak to Barbatos, but had not been able to bring himself to face the demon. He knew the dreams would only get worse until they finally spoke.
Simeon didn’t realize he hadn’t given Solomon a response until the sorcerer’s loud sigh broke the stream of guilty thoughts that had washed over him. When Simeon looked up again in the direction of the sorcerer, Solomon had nearly reached his door. “I recommend that you try a muffling charm on your room if you’re going to keep having that kind of dream, Simeon.”
The next day everyone gathered at the RAD Culinary Building. Diavolo appeared in a flamboyantly detailed “Master Chef” costume. The buttons of his jacket had beautiful golden skulls, and there were tiny golden kitchen knife charms dangling all over his hat. He was not making any attempt to hide his enthusiasm as he welcomed everyone to the event. He shared all the rules, and introduced the judges that would oversee the event.
No one was surprised that Diavolo would be the top judge. Simeon was the secondary judge. Lucifer and Beelzebub had come forward as the representatives of the House of Lamentation. The human exchange student was going to be the final one on the panel of judges, rounding out representation of all three realms. The judges would be able to go around and monitor everyone that was participating, as well as lend assistance or a taste when and where it might be needed. Several jokes were whispered in the crowd indicating that they were really going to be watching to make sure that Solomon didn’t blow up the brand new culinary building.
“You may begin setting up, we will formally start the preparation in one hour. Take this time to look around and get familiar with the kitchen layouts. You may also set up your recipes and take out any appliances that might need assembly. The only thing you cannot do is start selecting or working with ingredients. Now let’s go have a fun competition and a super sweet afternoon!”
Adding emphasis to his last words, Diavolo would raise his hands above his head to signal the formal release. Everyone was assigned a kitchenette using random lots the night before. This would give each competitor their own oven and sink to work with. They would also have some assigned sections of the counter space to work with, and a set of tools and utensils.
There were large walk-in coolers that contained various ingredients at set temperatures. Some held frozen items for ice creams or frozen fruits. The middle cooler held milks, eggs, and fresh produce that was brought in for the event. The last section was a double wide pantry which had been restocked with various flours, sugars, and spices for everyone to choose from. Each of the coolers had sections set up cooling racks to help the competitors.
Diavolo did not want too much unnecessary stress on everyone while they worked. He had setup the entire function to run four hours so that any confections could have all their proper detailing. His demonic sense of time made him favor the longer processes. He also wanted to give Luke a chance to work without a fear of being left behind in a time crunch. In the end, it meant nothing if this event failed to bring everyone back together.
The only exception to the ingredient rule was a fully stocked bar and coffee station that was setup to offer the challengers a boost at the start of the event. It brought a gentle smile to Simeon’s face as he watched Satan making a cocoa for Luke with a foam art topper. Asmodeus and Mammon were working together to collect tips from the anxious competitors. Hands full of grimm and drinks flew back and forth across the bar.
Simeon was not paying attention until the familiar scent and blue hue of his favorite drink was in front of him. He began to stammer with a shocked expression as his eyes made their way up from the drink, following the arm that passed it to him. Deviously green eyes met his as Barbatos smiled, “I made it virgin style, since I assumed you’d want your wits intact to judge the competition.”
Simeon was not given a chance to speak before the next person came up to request a drink from the talented demon. Simeon quietly took the drink that had been prepared for him. As promised, there was no demonus in the delightfully fruity drink but that did not impact how delightful it was.
Simeon looked up just in time to see Luke making his way to his workstation. He was walking slowly and had all of his focus on the cocoa creation that wiggled ominously in the grasp of his two shaky hands. It seemed a miracle when he had finally arrived and was able to put it on his counter to sip it in safety. Simeon strolled over to offer him a few words of encouragement before the big start. It was also determined that the human exchange student would be the one to help Luke get his ingredients at the beginning of the competition. Simeon was going to step in midway through to help with the baking portions. This would only leave him on his own for the final decorating, which was objectionably the most enjoyable part for the young angel.
Barbatos station was going to be directly next to Luke’s. Even though Simeon had been present at the assignment of the stations, he had been nearly speechless when he found out. Simeon tried to excuse it as a great omen that he would be so close, in case anything might have gone even more awry. But Simeon knew how close everyone would be working, and he did not want this to be the time that he spoke to Barbatos about what happened.
Around fifteen minutes before the kick off, Barbatos appeared at his station. He began by bringing out several large mixing bowls and a selection of kitchen tools. He set them all in the sink to be washed prior to being used. His head turned, as Diavolo took the stage to officially give the go ahead for competition. He was barely able to get the words out of his mouth when a huge explosion sounded from Solomon’s station on the other side of the competition area.
Luke and the human exchange student took off running in the direction of the dark plume of smoke that was spiraling out from the small stove. Simeon could not help his eye being caught by Barbatos making his way into the pantry. He was a bit shocked that the demon would choose to begin his work on the competition rather than check on his friend.
Simeon followed Barbatos into the pantry though he was a few paces behind the butler’s efficient steps. His whispers were a hiss as he stepped into the pantry. Not that he felt embarrassed about being here, he was going to scold the butler as one of his official acts as a judge. “Barbatos? Barbatos, I saw you come in here. Where are you?”
Expertly trained fingers wrapped around the angel’s mouth as he was dragged to the back of the pantry. They finally stopped in a small space between some stacked barrels and oversized sacks of potatoes. A moment of fear rose in Simeon’s heart as Barbatos began to softly whisper in his ear.
“I know exactly why you have been avoiding me, and I am sorry that we couldn’t have fixed that sooner. But since you chose to wait this long, I’m going to have a bit of fun with you. Especially since you should just be feeling the effects of that flower petal I slipped in your drink.”
Barbatos free hand easily made its way down the front of Simeon’s body as he pulled the angel closer to him. The demon leaned in and started to lick the angel’s neck and nibbled on his ear. Simeon gasped softly behind the fingers that held him mute. Several questions rose in his mind over what Barbatos had just said, but he lost all of them as the butler began to knead his already throbbing erection. The demon’s fingers would tip downward, cupping his balls from the outside while the tips of his fingers teased the angel’s puckered asshole.
Simeon did begin to feel the intense need that this arousal had always caused him. Before their first encounter he had felt so helpless, but there was something about the easy way that the butler worked him up that left Simeon enjoying the helplessness.
Barbatos pushed him forward, causing a small squeal from the captive angel. He continued to tease the angel through his clothes, grinding his own hungry erection against Simeon. He wanted the angel to know exactly how aroused he had already become while he was teasing the angel.
“Do you want me to touch you some more Simeon?” Barbatos whispered into his ear. It was half taunt and half permission. Simeon shook his head to approve, and he could hear the butler chuckle in his ear.
His hand moved inside of Simeon’s clothing, grasping his full girth. Simeon would give a hungry wince as Barbatos fingers slid over his most sensitive regions. Massaging and teasing the angel mercilessly while continuing to nibble on his exposed shoulders. Once more he pulled the angel tight to him, driving his erection into his hyper sensitized areas and moving his hips to rock their bodies in a seductive rhythm.
“You will have to learn to ask for what you want, Simeon. But since I don’t think you know what to ask for, I’ll make this one easy. Do you want me to give you an easy release, little pet angel?”
A tear fell from Simeon’s eye. He had never been held in such a state. He thought about what had happened before, but he felt so desperate for the peak of it all, just once more. The coaxing as Barbatos spoke to him only heightened his awareness of how desperately he wanted it all. The butler’s fingers finally slid from the angel’s lips and the hungry, lust filled voice didn’t even seem like the one that belonged to his friend. He really would follow the bait to be the pet Barbatos was hoping he could be.
“Please Barbatos, I need you… to- to make me cum.”
The butler would waste no time taking advantage of the accomplishment he had just made. He already had Simeon’s cock ready and throbbing. He pushed the angel into the tight corner that was previously behind him and dropped to his knees, fully removing the angel’s pants as he moved. With a ravenous speed, he swallowed the entire length of Simeon’s cock. Simeon desperately covered his own mouth with his hands to muffle his cries and moans.
Simeon silenced himself at just the right time. He had completely forgotten where they were, until he heard the door to the front of the pantry open. Simeon desperately tapped on Barbatos’ shoulder, but found that the allure of their discovery only added to the butler’s enthusiasm and arousal as he continued to keep the angel desperately close to the peak. He wasn’t moving, nor was he giving him any excessive suction. Barbatos was doing nothing more than keeping him held, and working his tongue over every line and vein. He was savoring the taste and feeling of just having Simeon’s cock stuffed in his mouth.
“I can’t believe no one was hurt. Honestly, we just started, he didn’t even have time to put anything in his bowls!” Then after a short pause, “I think I heard something back there.”
Luke’s voice was the first to register to the entangled pair, causing a slightly more frantic Simeon to shake while the demon continued to tease him. Simeon’s eyes streamed with tears, knowing he did not want to risk Luke catching them like this, but also having to realize he did not want Barbatos to stop.
It was the voice of the human exchange student that answered Simeon’s prayers for a way out, “Uhhh, I think I saw Asmo earlier. So, whatever might be going on back there is probably not something we want to see. Here is the sugar, flour, and vanilla. We can leave whoever is back there to their business.”
Luke made a disgusted, but affirmative noise to answer the suggestion. It was a quick moment later that they heard the door open and close once more. While Barbatos would have loved to spend more time enjoying his new pet, he knew that they needed to wrap things up before the rest of the competitors started to flood the pantry.
Barbatos pulled one of Simeon’s legs up onto his shoulder and then pushed two fingers into his asshole. He could feel Simeon jerk in his grasp as he began to massage his prostate. He started to suck a bit harder as his head moved back and forth. The convulsive shaking in Simeon’s tight thighs let him know that he was about to get exactly what he was after.
Barbatos had barely even edged the angel, but easily got a double load out of him. Thick and hot, the angel’s throbbing cock pulsated with effort to drain the load of cum that had been building up. Even his balls would tighten from the muscular effort of pushing everything out. Barbatos rose with ease, while the exhausted Simeon toppled down into the corner.
Barbatos looked down at his pet with a chuckle. It had been quite delicious to turn him into such a hungry treat. It was the perfect boost to the butler’s ego to get him energized to do some competitive baking.
“I hope you won’t think I did that to gain your favor as a judge. The longer we can keep the majority from realizing what we’ve done, the better it will be for everyone. I have to get out there and start baking before Luke realizes how long I’ve been gone. Give yourself about five minutes to recover before coming out. And try not to let anyone find you back here.”
Barbatos turned on his heel to leave the confused angel to collect himself, but turned back one last time. “The flower I mentioned was a truth petal. It won’t harm you, but it forced you to tell the truth about what you wanted me to do to you. I figured you would want to know that.”
Simeon pulled his knees up to his chest. This had been very different from their previous encounter. He had not wanted Barbatos to leave while he felt like this. Barbatos noticed this shift in the angel’s attitude just before he turned to finally leave.
As he was walking away, he casually spoke over his shoulder, “We should consider having the human exchange student join us. I think you would enjoy that very much.”
Simeon could hear a few things rustle around at the front of the cooler. Simeon presumed the noises were from ingredients that Barbatos was taking out to his station with him. It was quite the amusement to realize that the crafty butler did not need a recipe to know what he would need from the pantry. His directions were warranted as well, as Simeon had no reason to be in the pantry when he was not participating in the competition.
Simeon felt around and recovered the clothing that had been removed from him. He stood quietly as he pulled on his pants. Much as expected, he heard the pantry door open again, the raised voices indicating that several more people had entered. Simeon shook his hands, but was surprised to find that his prior anxiety was completely gone.
The pantry door opened once more and suddenly additional voices in the front began to shout. Simeon did not need a better excuse, he stepped forward with a shout. His presence narrowly broke up a fight that was about to become physical. He reprimanded the demons involved, threatening to have them disqualified if they did not stop and return to their stations.
He stood as a tower of authority as they gathered the last items they needed and left the pantry like a line of scolded kindergartners. The demon who had been hoping to knock out his rival was mumbling under his breath, claiming that it was only “angelic foresight” that had saved the rival. Simeon could only smile, knowing that the foresight involved was certainly not angelic.
Simeon’s smile as he was escorting the problematic demon’s out of the pantry happened to catch the eye of the human exchange student. As he began to head over in the direction of the kitchenettes that Luke and Barbatos were working at, his steps seemed to have smoothed out compared to how he had been even earlier that day. Every part of his movements seemed more relaxed; but his smile was absolutely beaming off his face as he approached.
“Thank you child, I can assist Luke from this point” even the tone that Simeon had spoken in seemed to indicate that whatever had been previously bothering him had been completely removed in the last half hour.
“Yeah, sure. I see Diavolo escorting Solomon over here anyway. So I can ask him where he wants me to monitor next.”
Luke had just finished whipping up the batter for his treat. Fluffy peaks of multi-colored batter were wiggling in the large prep bowl in the middle of his workstation. He was working with a focused quickness to prepare his baking tray for the batter.
Barbatos snuck up behind Simeon and took a small taste of Luke’s batter, “You know what Luke, I think that’s the second tastiest thing I’ve had today.”
He spoke at a normal conversational volume, but had been incredibly close to Simeon’s cheek as he spoke. The admission brought an instant flush to Simeon’s cheeks. Barbatos' impeccable timing had allowed him to speak ar the instant that Diavolo and Solomon had gotten within earshot, stopping the pair midstep. Even the human exchange student blushed, fully confirming the theory that had previously come forward.
Luke’s focus cracked and his frustrated eyes looked up at the butler. “How can you say that? You’re not even close to having your treat ready! You’re so mean, Barbatos!”
The human could not stop from laughing over the implication that Luke had come to. Solomon gently cleared his throat as he gave Diavolo’s sleeve a gentle tug to get him to move again. The human grabbed Diavolo’s other sleeve and pulled them along back to the front where the judges’ table was set up.
Everyone gathered at the judges’ table for the final results of the competition. Luke’s Angel Food Cupcakes claimed first place. Barbatos had taken second place with a cannoli, wich he filled with cream, fruit, and edible flowers. The demon that was nearly disqualified had presented a large devil’s food cake that earned him the third place reward. However, Beelzebub was the only one that got to enjoy his cake, admitting that was his favorite flavor. The demon laughed it off, as it still meant that he beat his rival in the competition.
Diavolo watched as everyone was laughing and talking at the end of the competition. The cooperative feelings he was missing seemed to have returned. It also sounded like his friends had managed to finally heal their rift. Though, he was rather surprised that he had no idea when it had happened. Nonetheless, he was proud to say that his event was a resounding success.