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The mortal stands over Malak's shoulder, looking at his paper work. Just watching as the demon worked. Malak sighs. "Do you mind, dear?"
"What?"
Doug asks innocently. He gives Malak puppy eyes. He groans, seeing past the human's mask. He's looking for a fight.
Malak gives him a look. "You already know what."
He sighs in defeat. "....what am I doing wrong?"
He asks sarcastically. Doug had always done this. Ever since their souls had fused, allowing them to "haunt" and flat out possess each other. The mortal would look at his work, and give suggestions to try and help. Even though some of the suggestions were terrible.
The mortal's face lights up. "...you should order them alphabetically instead of chronologically."
Malak groans, covering his face with his claws. The mere thought is enough to give him a migraine about as bad as a possession headache. "Douuuuuuug..."
"Mhmmm~"
Doug hums in playful question.
"Doug, that is the WORST idea you gave me-"
"Come on, it isn't that bad!"
Malak groans again. "It IS- It is though-"
He feels himself get pulled back, and he removes his hands from his face. Scowling at the smirking man. He doesn't protest, as Doug tilts his chair enough for him to sit down on his lap.
He wraps his arms around the demon's neck, resting his head on Malak's shoulder. "How so, grumpy~"
The demon gives him a look. GOD he wants to argue with him, as frustrating as this man is... the subject is a trap. "Oh.... oh no, you are NOT starting with me-"
Doug chuckles, and pulls the demon in for a kiss. Malak grumbles and accepts the kisses. "Come on~ tell me~"
He massages the demon's neck. He let's out a pleased groan, unwillingly. "It makes more sense to put in chronological order... so I know when to collect my clients souls."
He states, a matter of factly. The mortal just makes a fake face of disgust. "Doesn't look as nice."
Malak grumbles and kisses Doug's neck. "It's not about looking nice, you ass. It's about efficiency!"
The mortal just chuckles. "If you remember them by name, you won't forget the date! Maybe then you'll remember the date of our anniversary..."
Malak's eyes widen. "....you did NOT just go there."
Doug looks at him, a mischievous look in his. He smiles, like a crazy bastard of a captain going down with his ship. "Yes I went there!"
Malak glides his claws over his ribs and spine. Making him arch his back. "You bastard! You didn't go there!"
Doug giggles as he squirms Malak's lap. The claws tickling him. "I did! I did! I did go THERE!"
Malak kisses his neck, and nips it a little. Doug yelps and whimpers through his giggles. "When did I ever forget an anniversary?"
"...do you want a list?"
Malak gives him a look. "Stop."
Doug gives him one back. "Can't count em on my fingers."
Malak claws his back and ribs again. Doug squirms and giggles. "Quit lying you dick!"
Doug kisses him. "...remember when you went to collect those souls-"
Malak groans. "Here we go-"
"You didn't even acknowledge the fact that was our dating anniversary! Then you did it again, for our wedding anniversary! Since we got together, you missed BOTH our anniversaries off and on every couple of years! I didn't sign up for immortality, to have my husband forget our anniversaries frequently!"
Malak kisses him. "I'm sorry..."
Doug kisses him, again. "No the fuck you aren't."
"I am!"
The demon kisses him, and gives him pleading eyes.
Doug kisses him again, and looks down on him. "No the fuck you aren't, you aren't sorry. And I'm right about you remembering names to remember important dates."
Malak kisses him again. "I am, and no. That's the still a stupid idea. I wouldn't collect souls on time!"
Doug kisses him, deeper this time. He slides his hand to Malak's horn and grips it. Keeping the demon's head in place. The red devil moans a bit in the kiss, his tongue intertwining with his lover's. His paper work forgotten for the moment.
They release, after a passionate few minutes. "...You're not sorry, and I'm right on this one."
Malak growls, and picks Doug up. The human's heart races. "Trying to end the argument, by going for the kill, ey?"
Doug chuckles. "You make yourself easy to beat. How close was the ring to being completed, before you caught me?"
Malak's eye's widen again, as Doug smirks. "You didn't just go there..."
Doug leans forward, into his face. "Oh, I went there... what are you gonna do about it?"
Malak moves his papers to the side, his contracts falling to the floor. The throws his mortal on to the bare wood. He places his hands on the desk, next to Doug's hips. He leans close to his ear and whispers. "My worst, if you don't accept my apology and admit you're wrong~"
He kisses Doug's cheek. The man shutters with anticipation. He grabs the demon's tie, and yanks it like a leash. The devil yelps, and looks up at him. "Make me~"
Malak smirks, and grabs Doug's back. Using his demonic power, he reaches through to his soul, and gently glides his claws over it, and caresses it with his thumb. "O-oh oooOOOooo-ooo-OOO-ooo-"
Malak licks his neck, and covers it with kisses. Doug arches his back and shutters. Chills run down his spine as his husband touches his soul. It was a perk of dating a demon. He could cause him indescribable pain, by touching his soul. If he were still his enemy, that is. With how Malak rubs his soul, and runs his claws down his very being, he feels indescribable pleasure.
He wraps his arms and legs around Malak, moaning with bliss. To silence him, the demon lord kisses him deeply. Eating up his lover's sounds of pleasure. Doug grips his back, digging his nails into his lover. Trying to get a grip, before he falls too deep into bliss.
Malak slowly stops caressing him, and gently holds it in his claws. Both he and Doug come up for air from their kiss. They breathe heavily, pressing their foreheads together. "...ready to accept my apology, my love....?"
Doug nods. "M-mhm~ Apology accepted, Lord Malak..."
They both close their eyes, content with each other. Malak let's go of Doug's soul, and removes his hand from his back. He slowly wraps his arm around his waist, bringing Doug close to him. "...I still think that alphabetical would look better than chronological."
Malak pulls away from Doug, annoyed. "You're sleeping on the couch, Mr. Houser."
"Nooooooooo!"
The mortal pleads. But it's too late, Malak swings him over his shoulder and walks out of his office. To throw Doug on the couch, in hopes of FINALLY getting peace...
...the demon lord knows this is too much to ask for, but it's still a pleasant thought. Doug will still probably crawl back to his office, to annoy the hell out of him. If he doesn't? He'll wait till night, to plead by the side of the bed, before the demon gives in, and let's him up. Like a sad dog, told he's supposed to sleep in a dog bed, instead of with his master.
As much as he loves Doug, this bastard of a mortal is annoying as hell. But at least there's never a dull moment. He heads back to his office, knowing fully well....
Doug isn't going to stay on that damn couch.