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You had long since grown accustomed to the aftermath of parties at the castle. More often than not, you were stuck trying to control Mammon and Asmo as they drunkenly begged for the festivities to continue. Or worse, you were on Beel duty, tasked with keeping him out of the kitchen while the staff cleaned up. You weren’t sure when Lucifer had decided that you were in charge of babysitting his overzealous brothers every time they drank, but it became increasingly difficult once you found yourself comfortable enough to drink along with them.
The close of Diavolo’s birthday was no different than any other event, with you just a little tipsy from a few shots you had let Solomon talk you into, and Asmo running amuck trying to scrounge together as many phone numbers as possible. The fifth brother was noticeably missing from your group as you loitered near the front door, waiting for Lucifer to join you.
As you typically did in group situations, you had gravitated to Satan’s side, and were welcomed invitingly. He slung an arm around your shoulder the second he realized that he was your destination, smiling to himself when you leaned into his side. You had just wrapped your arms around his torso when Lucifer appeared in the hallway, apparently having finally finished his farewells with Diavolo. He took inventory of the six of you before realizing who was missing.
He immediately sent you a decisive look, causing you to deflate under Satan’s arm. You knew what his look meant without him needing to say it, but because he was Lucifer, he said it anyways, “MC, go find Asmodeus.”
With a sigh, you stepped away from Satan, who was not shy in his disdain at you leaving his side. His eyebrows creased as he glared across the hall at his older brother. “Why don’t you go find him, if you’re so eager to leave. Do something yourself for a change,” he sneered. He almost went as far as to stop you from moving at all, but he thought better of it.
Lucifer’s gaze sharpened, his mouth falling just slightly agape at his young brother’s dissent. The two of them might have started bickering, but they quickly realized it was pointless, as you were already halfway out of the room. Before Lucifer even had a chance to reprimand his younger brother, both of their attention was caught by you waving a dismissive hand over your head. “Don’t bother. I’m a professional at this point,” you grumbled pridefully, your words only slightly slurred.
Perhaps it was how badly your feet were hurting, or maybe you were feeling the liquor more than you previously thought, but either way, you didn’t have the patience to listen to them squabble. They thought well enough to save any words they might’ve had for after you were out of earshot.
You followed the curving corridors of the castle back to the ballroom, where you were unsurprised to find Asmo still attempting to cuddle up to Solomon as he helped clean. On one hand, you were happy to find Asmo so quickly. On the other, you were tired of looking at Solomon.
The latter was apparently more evident, as the sorcerer chuckled as you approached. “I know we’ve been together all evening, but you could look a little happy to see me,” he jeered playfully.
You rolled your eyes before tiredly setting them on Asmo. “We’re going,” you said simply.
He let out a whine of defiance, stepping further behind Solomon. Defeatedly, your eyes traveled back to your fellow human in a silent plea for assistance. His lips fell into a lazy smile that had become quite familiar to you before he gathered a handful of dirty plates and turned, offering them out to Asmo. “If you’re going to stay, you’re obligated to help,” he advised, his smile unmoving.
Asmo took one look at the disastrous dishes and shook his head, stepping away from your friend in disgust. His eyes found yours, and he extended a hand in your direction. “Let’s not keep the others waiting. Goodnight, Solomon,” he quickly excused, wasting no time in tugging you away. You made sure to shoot Solomon a grateful smile over your shoulder as the fifth brother tugged you out into the hall.
When the two of you stepped into the entryway, it was oddly quiet. The silence disappeared as soon as you stepped into the light, as Mammon was suddenly shouting, “Fuckin’ finally!” He pushed himself up from the floor, drunkenly staggering to his feet. He boldly stated, “Le’s go home,” in a futile attempt to lead the march back to the House. He took two steps before his unsteady legs sent him careening into Lucifer, who heaved a deep sigh, but accepted his fate in supporting his younger brother on the walk home.
Satan fell into step alongside you and Asmo, who took his brother’s appearance as a sign of his desire to spend time with him. “Two of my favorite people, right here, just for me!” he drunkenly cheered as he all but collapsed between the two of you.
As you both darted to hold Asmo upright, you shared a look with the blonde haired demon over his brother’s head. His lips fell into an annoyed scowl, but there was amusement dancing in his eyes. You shook your head at him before turning away to keep your own laughter contained. Clumsily, the two of you hurried to follow behind Lucifer, dragging Asmo along as you went.
Unlike Mammon, who regained control of his footing about halfway through your walk back, Asmo remained dependent on you and Satan for the rest of the evening. When the eight of you reached the House of Lamentation, everyone sort of went their own ways. Mammon, Belphie, and Beel peeled off into the kitchen, while Lucifer and Levi both heaved exhausted sighs before excusing themselves for the night.
The idea that some of you actually wanted to go to bed seemed to disgust Asmo, as he flipped an impolite gesture at Lucifer’s retreating form. “Can you believe them? Going to bed so soon?” he scoffed. “I mean really, it’s hardly–“ as he tried to continue his rant, a yawn interrupted his words.
Taking a moment to peer into your friend’s eyes, you found them to be more bloodshot than you initially thought. You cast a gaze over to Satan, who caught it knowingly, seemingly already having made the same observation that you had. He gave you an affirming nod as a silent offer to take responsibility from here. When you stepped back, his lips quirked into a gentle smile, as it always pleased him to see you giving yourself a break.
“Come on, you should get to bed yourself,” Satan insisted, tightening his grip around his brother’s shoulders as he steered him towards the stairs.
Asmo gasped in offense, attempting pathetically to wiggle out of the stronger demon’s grip. “I don’t want to! Although, I suppose if you and MC come, I might be convinced,” he teased flirtatiously, causing Satan to send you a concerned glance over his shoulder.
When you simply giggled at their behavior, Satan rolled his eyes, silently vowing to get an apology out of you later. “You’re going to sleep, Asmo,” Satan pointedly replied. His newfound annoyance had driven him to practically shoving his brother up the stairs, rather than guiding him the way he had been before. The two of them certainly were a sight as they clumsily disappeared up the stairs, Satan’s patience wearing thinner and thinner with every step.
On your way to your own room, you decided to take the long way around in the house in an attempt to avoid any other drunken nuisances. You managed to get there safely, and after heaving a tired sigh, you collected your pajamas and retreated into your bathroom to get ready for bed. You enjoyed your peace and quiet for the majority of your nighttime routine, until you heard the door in the other room swing open while you were brushing your teeth.
“Oi!” Mammon’s voice slurred from your bedroom.
Beel’s voice followed shortly after – much softer, yet carrying a similar inebriation. “MC, we brought you a snack,” he called politely.
You squeezed your eyes shut in annoyance, silently cursing yourself for actually believing you’d be able to escape them. You finished brushing your teeth and spit, shouting that you would be right there, before rinsing your mouth. Trying to scrape together as much alone time as possible, you moved leisurely about your bathroom, wiping down the counter and reorganizing your products.
After doing everything you possibly could to kill time, you finally joined the two demons in the other room, where you were greeted with an amusing sight. Mammon was sprawled sideways across your bed, already snoring softly against your sheets. Beel was sitting on the floor with an empty plate in front of him. You suspected that your “snack” had previously been on said plate, and Beel’s guilty expression validated your assumption.
“Sorry,” he apologized, his cheeks red. “You just took so long.”
With an affectionate sigh, you reassured him, “It’s fine. I already brushed my teeth, anyway.”
Beel’s goofy smiled returned immediately at your spoken forgiveness, though it was quickly wiped away by a yawn. He glanced around the room to find Mammon, and when he did, he frowned. He doled out his best puppy dog eyes as he turned to you. “Is it okay if I sleep here, too?” he asked sweetly.
You both knew that you weren’t going to say no, so by the time you nodded in response, he was already making himself comfortable on the floor. Within the next three minutes that it took for you to finish putting your things away, he was fast asleep.
You had to take a step back to study the scene that had unfolded in front of you. Mammon was crowding the majority of your bed, and Beel was taking up quite a bit of the floor. You quickly acknowledged that there would not be a way for you to sleep comfortably in your own room. Huffing a short sigh, you snagged a blanket and pillow from under Mammon’s legs and stepped out into the corridor.
Yawning gently, you made your way down the hall, deciding that if you couldn’t sleep in your bed, the couch in the library was your second best bet. After how long your evening had been, you certainly didn’t think you had to worry about anyone else being there at that time of night. But the moment you stepped into the doorway, you realized that your assumption was incorrect.
One of the lamps in the corner was flicked on, illuminating a familiar mop of blonde hair curled up in a nearby armchair. Your arrival must have caused a floorboard to creak, as his green eyes quickly discarded the novel in his lap, instead focusing on your silhouette in the doorway. His hands closed the book in front of him, as there was suddenly something much more interesting standing in front of him.
“Sorry,” you quickly gushed after seeing how badly your arrival distracted him. “I didn’t think you were still awake. I didn’t think ANYONE was still awake.” Though you had to admit, if you had to run into anyone, you were glad it was him.
He chuckled, his cheeks dusting with a wash of embarrassment. “Well, after fighting to get Asmo to his room, my temper flared,” he admitted bashfully, “I came here to calm down before bed.” Your head bobbed in an understanding nod. Satan had undeniably come a long way in controlling his wrath since you first met, but the shortness of his temper was something that would never go away.
You had still been hesitating near the doorway, but his comforting demeanor convinced you that you weren’t intruding after all. You crossed the room, seating yourself in the chair across from him. “What are you still doing up?” Satan asked as soon as you settled, an affectionate smile pulling at his lips.
You stifled the urge to roll your eyes as you explained your situation. “Mammon and Beel let themselves into my room while I was brushing my teeth. By the time I was ready to go to sleep, Mammon was taking up my entire bed, and Beel was asleep on the ground,” you told him, unable to help the bit of laughter that breezed through you.
Satan scrunched his nose up at the idea of his brothers making themselves at home in your room. His stomach churned with jealousy for a moment, until he remembered that their presence had driven you to where he was. And whereas you were seemingly uninterested in spending any more time this evening with his brothers, you clearly didn’t mind sitting with him.
After breaking with a small yawn, you returned to explaining your thought process to Satan. “I figured, since I couldn’t sleep in my own bed, this would be my best bet.” You felt your cheeks redden at your own words. Spoken out loud, it did seem a little pathetic for you to be resigning yourself to the couch in the library, rather than forcing the demons out of your room.
“You were going to sleep in here?” Satan repeated inquisitively the first time. His tone wasn’t belittling, instead he sounded genuinely surprised, as though he thought he hadn’t heard you correctly the first time.
When you bashfully nodded, his lips straightened into a frown. His gaze was hot on your face, turning you to the same sheepish mess that his intimate attention always did. Without needing to give it much thought, Satan decided, “Nonsense. You can sleep in my room.”
You were enthused by the idea – so much so, that you wondered if your subconscious had been hoping for the offer all night. Or perhaps even longer. For a moment, you were lost in your own head, trying to recall exactly when your friendly opinion of Satan had changed. Maybe it had never been just friendly to begin with.
Your rampant thoughts caused a silence to unfold in the library, forcing an embarrassed tint to Satan’s cheeks. “You can have my bed, of course. I’ll sleep elsewhere,” he refined.
“No!” you interjected quickly, silently cursing yourself for causing his confidence to waver. It was evident that your objection caught him by surprise. You quickly launched into a gentle explanation, “I just don’t want to burden you, that’s all.”
The affectionate smile that you desperately desired returned as he listened to you speak. “MC, I wouldn’t offer my bed to someone I viewed as a burden,” he reasoned, his tone light.
Immediately, his words had you curious about how many other bodies had been welcomed to his bed, and if your invitation was anything more than a kind gesture. As if sensing your internal conflict, Satan stood from his seat, holding his hands out for you to take. When you hesitated, opting instead to stare admiringly up at him, he chuckled, “Come on, you need some rest.”
Whether it was the look in his eyes or the sweetness in his tone, you weren’t sure, but something about him tugged your strings. Without needing to think about it, you slipped your hands into his, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Now that you were standing, the two of you were a lot closer to one another, a fact that got clearer and clearer the longer you looked at him.
For a moment, he considered saying something. You had a look in your eyes that he saw frequently, yet had never been able to understand. It was timid and vulnerable – two traits that you very rarely encompassed. It only appeared in moments like these, when the two of you were tiptoeing the line of something more. Almost always, your expression lasted mere seconds before you caught yourself, stepping away from the moment before he had time to react.
Satan assumed this time would be no different, and he was proven to be incorrect. You had become restless under the idea of someone other than you in his bed, and now you could feel his breath dancing across your lips. The thought of running hadn’t even crossed your mind. As soon as he realized that you weren’t going anywhere, his gaze softened. That was all it took.
You closed the little space between the two of you, your lips brushing against his in an uncertain show of confidence. It was a quick gesture, hardly classifiable as a kiss at all, but it turned the Avatar of Wrath into a blushing disaster. Your nerves had never been so on edge, yet upon seeing his wide eyes and red cheeks, you couldn’t help but laugh.
One he registered your laughter, Satan’s expression immediately changed. All of his surprise had drained into a sharp gaze, his eyes staring into yours with an undefinable intensity. Your laughter died on your lips and you worried that you had actually overstepped.
Your nerves were hardly allowed time to settle as Satan released your hands from his grip, instead moving to pull your hips closer to his. In mere seconds his lips were on yours again, properly this time, as he kissed you hungrily. Desperate to be as close to him as possible, you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes, allowing his hands on your waist to angle your body into his.
His hands slid across your body to the small of your back, forcing a soft sigh from your lips. He took the opportunity to draw your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling at your skin with a gentleness entirely uncharacteristic of the Avatar of Wrath. When your grip around him tightened, you felt his smile against your mouth, clearly pleased with himself.
He held your lips heatedly for a few seconds more before pulling away. Once your head stopped spinning, you recognized the smile that was on his lips. The look in his eyes, however, was different. His expression was just as playful as ever, though there was something in the way he looked at you now that wasn’t there before.
“MC, please come burden me by sleeping in my bed,” he teased.
His words made you smile, and you murmured a quiet, “Okay,” before leaning up to brush another brief kiss against his lips. “But only if you don’t sleep elsewhere.”
His fingers tightened on your back, pulling you back into him with little protest on your behalf. By that point, his smile had long since turned into a smirk. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. You should know I won’t be going anywhere now,” he said earnestly. He kissed you again, as though to prove a point that neither of you needed proven.
You melted in his arms as he held you close, and then followed blindly as he led you down the hall to his room. You may have had power over him through your pact, but when it came down to it, you were putty in his hands. You were lucky enough that he didn’t seem to know how much power he held over you, but you didn’t think it would you’d be able to hide it much longer.
It wasn’t long until you were beneath Satan’s sheets, wrapped tightly in his arms. He held you close to his chest, his fingers rubbing circles on your hips and thighs, your bodies fitting together as though they were made for another. Sleep crept into the back of your mind, but you fought against it just a little longer. You wanted to enjoy this moment with him.
When you felt the heaving of his chest lull, you wondered if he had already fallen asleep. “Satan?” you whispered against the dark room.
Your question was met with a quiet, “Hmm?” from the half-asleep demon. Hearing your voice prompted him to absentmindedly tighten his hold on you.
You paused for a moment, listening to his soft breathing. All of a sudden, every feeling you had for him was bubbling to the surface. You wanted him to know how deeply you cared for him, how desperately you had been waiting to hold him like this. He deserved so much love that nobody has ever shown him, and you needed him to know that you wanted to change that.
“There are so many things I want to tell you,” you whispered, more for your own benefit than for his ears. By that point, you figured he had fully succumbed to sleep, anyway.
To your surprise, he shifted, turning to bury his face against the curve of your neck. “I want to hear them all,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His mouth brushed the skin at the base of your neck, the first contact in a trail of kisses leading up to your jaw. As he pressed a kissed underneath your ear, he whispered, “I want to hear anything you want to say.”
You couldn’t help but arch beneath his kisses, your chin inadvertently tilting towards his. Your noses bumped, and he seized the opportunity to drag a lazy kiss against your lips. You kissed him back, mumbling, “I want to do this forever,” against his mouth.
Moving one of his hands up your body to cup your face, Satan pulled your lips back to his, kissing you with an intensity similar to his attitude in the library. “However long you want me, darling,” he whispered once he finally deigned to pull back from your lips. “You already know that I’m yours.”