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- Beel placed the pact mark on to the left of MC’s belly button. This was Beel’s idea, MC thought it was funny, but he put it there because Beel often stands behind them and places his hand there.
- Beel asked them to mark him while they were walking home after one of his fangol games.
- Beel let them decide where to put the mark. MC decides to put it on his left wrist. They do this for two reasons. The first is because that is the hand, he holds them with. The second is because they notice that when he is nervous, he will rub his left wrist.
- They can tell when the other is hungry because of their pact marks.
- When they are in Devildom Beel would bring them food whenever he felt that they were hungry.
- When MC was in the human world they would rub their pact mark if they ever felt Beel rub his to let them know they were there.
- When MC is watching Beel play fangol they will touch their pact mark so that he knows they are watching.
- Beel rubs his wrist when he is nervous or upset. After the pact mark is placed there MC is usually able to tell when something is wrong because he will accidentally end up rubbing the mark and they will go to comfort him.
- The pact mark gives MC the ability to digest food better. Food that used to be allergic to or made them feel sick no longer has any effect. They are also able to smell better. They still can’t smell as strong as a demon, but it is stronger than any human.
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The crowd of demons around MC cheered, filling the air with hollering and screams. Joining them MC jumped to their feet lifting their hand-made sign into the air as Beel scored the winning point. Though it was difficult MC could see Beel smile as he looked over to the sign that had “GO BEEL” written across it in bright red letters. It was decorated in various pictures that represented fangol as well as the number 6’s, Beel’s number. It had taken them a while to make but the excited look on his face made every annoying piece of glitter stuck to their skin worth it.
MC was the only one at the game this time which was a rare but sweet occurrence. Usually, Belphie showed up at the very least but Diavolo had insisted he needed everyone for the student council meeting only sparing Beel because it was the most important game in the season. It had taken forever to convince Lucifer that it was safe to let them sit on the benches alone. Safe they were, Beel had made sure no one would bother them. If his spare jersey and his jacket hanging off their form weren’t enough to send any threatening demons running then, his scent that he had tainted their skin with would.
They stayed standing, watching Beel walk towards them from the field as the crowds cleared. As soon as he had said bye to all his teammates and passed the gates they ran to him jumping so that their arms could reach his shoulders. His arms wrapped around their waist holding them up against him as he spun them around in the air.
“You did amazing Beel. Did you see how crazy the crowd went?” MC giggled as their feet remet the ground.
“MC I’m sweating. Are you sure you want to touch me?” he watched their excited expression that seemed to be brighter than the stadium lights on the field. Their cheeks were decorated in red streaks and the number 6. This was unusual in Devildom, but they had insisted that it was a tradition in the human world. They had described it as being sort of war paint to intimidate the other team but now that he had a closer look he disagreed. Their cheeks did not look at all threatening to him only more adorable, but he was sure the other team would definitely be jealous. They were perfect. Their presence alone almost entirely filled the gnawing hunger within him. Almost. His stomach let out a deep rumbled and he frowned in embarrassment. MC’s eye traveled to his stomach before running up the steps to where they had been sitting before. They picked up the sign and gathered some food they had bought for him from the concession stand.
“I’ve never had a problem smelling like you,” they shrugged as they jumped down the steps and into his arms again, holding him closely. “I got you these snacks but I’m going to take you to buy food from that hamburger stand, Reggie’s, you love so much”. Beel’s frown immediately disappeared as he reached for the food. Already downing the hell-fire nachos they had bought he muttered a happy thank you while chewing. They began their walk to the Reggie’s in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence; it was one filled with warmth and stillness. The sound of their footsteps against the ground mixed with noises of deadly animals and Beel’s munching. Finishing the last of his snacks he reached for the sign that they had rolled on into their hands. They released it as he took it from them and pulled it open. His eyes had studied every inch of the thick paper. He adored it from the giant letters spelling out his name and images of a field and ball and helmet to the shimmering glitter spread across the empty areas of the paper.
“Do you like it?” they smiled shyly beside him, their fingers fidgeting with one another.
“It’s perfect,” he exclaimed. Removing his gaze from the paper he grins at MC in a way that makes them feel as though he wasn’t talking about the paper at all. Their eyes widen a little and they turn their face to hide their cheeks that had become even redder than before. Beel rolled up the poster again holding it out to MC.
“Oh, um, since you like it you can keep it. If you want it of course,” embarrassment and happiness mixed together filling their voice.
“I’m going to put it on the wall beside my bed,” their head snapped toward him, their face covered in excitement. Reluctantly they reached for his hand. Not saying anything he entwined his fingers with theirs a small blush covering his face. This time MC’s stomach grumbled. They frowned and buried their face into his arm, flustered.
“You’re hungry,” he laughed his grin wide.
“Yes, and it’s all your fault so I don’t know why you’re laughing at me.”
“I don’t see the problem. Now you eat with me more,” he chuckled. MC’s pact with him had tended to cause them to get hungry more quickly. Satan told them at one point that it caused some changes to their digestive system. When they first got the pact, they weren't exactly sure how much they were supposed to eat causing them to fluctuate between eating too much and too little. MC was sure that their ability to smell things from farther away only made them hungrier. The smell of cheeseburgers and fries made the empty feeling in their stomach worse. Beel could probably smell it long before them and they sympathized with him. Although their stomach nearly felt as empty as his, they could be full, and the pains were not nearly as bad. Rounding the corner, they spotted the bright sign with Reggie’s printed across it. They picked up speed towards the stand to the line of demons. It took about a minute for a worker to approach the two of them. Awkwardly they told the worker what they wanted. This particular place didn’t have waiters, but it was rare for any restaurant to make one of the avatars actually wait. Beel ordered a mountain of food but it didn’t take long for them to hand bring out their order.
“Do you want to walk through the park?” Beel peered at them through the heaps of food in his arm. MC hummed in agreement, eating their meal. They had both finished quickly MC having only ordered a burger and drink and Beel being able to eat very quickly. As they approached the empty park MC began to notice the clouds advance towards them. The air was more humid than before, and the wind had begun to speed up. These were all signs of rain in Devildom. It never just rained in Devildom, it was either no rain or thunderstorms.
“Hey, Beel I think i-” they were interrupted by a loud strike of thunder and rain pouring down from the sky. Beel grabbed their hand with his free one pulling them to a large tree that was planted next to the mid-length stone fence surrounding the forest. By the time they had reached the area, they were already fairly wet. The paint on their cheeks was now running their cheeks causing Beel to laugh. He reached out his hand wiping at the paint. They frowned at his laugh and used some of their leftover napkins to clean their cheeks. Hearing Beel sigh sadly they turned towards him again. He was holding the poster opening again. Like the paint on their cheeks, the poster was smudged. The words and decorations were barely recognizable.
“I’m sorry MC. I messed it up. You worked really hard on it,” he pouted his head hung low.
“Don’t worry about it I’ll just make you another one.”
“You will?”
“Mhm, I had fun making it I don’t mind,” they tried to smile at him hoping to lift his spirits, but his frown remained. MC didn’t like to see him so upset and wanted to do everything possible to comfort him. “Until then I’ll just have to cheer for you myself,” they grabbed two sticks covered in leaves that had fallen. MC ran out from under the tree and lifted their arms in the air. The rain continued to fall on them soaking their clothes, but they continued.
“What are you doing,” Beel questioned.
“Give me a B, give me an E, give me another E, give me an L. What does spell Beel,” making up the words as they went they continued to sing. MC moved their arms around using the sticks as mock pom-poms. “Go Beel you can do it…” he began to laugh at their ridiculous dance. He wasn’t sure what they were doing exactly but it caused his chest to feel warm and cheerful. He watched MC as they continued, their hair was stuck to their face from the rain. When MC first wore his jersey, they had tied up the end to make it fit better now each time they lifted their arms above their head Beel was able to see his pact mark peeking through. His attention quickly became focused on the mark, the world dulling around him. To him, the bright red against their skin looked perfect. As though they were complete with some part of him on them. He knew that the mark actually made them hungrier, but they had expressed to him many times that they didn’t mind, in fact, every time they were just a little bit hungry it reminded them of him. The thought of them had always made him fuller and content. Maybe if he had some part of them always with him, he could feel that just a little bit more. Without a second thought, he scooped them up into his arms before walking back and sitting them on the fence back under the tree.
“Did you like my cheerleading? I know you guys don’t have them here and that I’m not exactly the best, but I think I did pretty well,” Beel wiped the water from their face, his hand wandering behind their head. He pulled them close his lips landing on his cheek. He inhaled their scent as their body was held close to his. MC was silent stunned at his sudden intimacy.
“I want one,” he whispered to them like he was sharing a secret no one else could know.
“Beel I told you that I would make you a poster.”
“No not that. This,” his hand slide under the bottom of their shirt his thumb circling the mark. Their breath caught in their throat.
“Y-you want a pact mark on you?” Beel didn’t answer his lips continuing to plant kisses on their cheeks and jawline. His eyes searched theirs for a second before he finally kissed their lips. His touch on them answered their question as well as any words could. Their hand met with his wet shirt wondering up to his shoulders. The words he had spoken to the seconds before pondered into their mind causing joy to spread through them. Small laughs escaped their lips and they pulled away from him.
“Are you sure, Beel? I know that this is something important. You shouldn’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”
“I’m sure. When I made the pact with you I did it for Belphie and Lucifer. I want to do this for you and me,” MC blushed burying their head into his chest.
“Where do you want it?”
“I want you to pick.”
“Are you sure?” he nodded his fingers circling the mark again. Scanning over his body MC’s eyes landed on his left hand that was pressed against their stomach. He seemed to never want to stop touching the stop. This wasn’t unusual. Beel would often walk up behind them and wrap his left arm around them to reach the mark. Remembering this along with how he would rub his wrist when he was nervous MC knew exactly where they wanted the mark. Gently they grabbed his hand lifting it.
“Well, then I want it here,” their lips meeting the inner side of his wrist. Placing it there would mean when he rubbed his wrist it would also let them know when he wasn’t feeling the best. If he was going to do this for the both of them then they wanted to know when he needed them to. Beel wasn’t sure why they had picked it, but he liked that it was somewhere easy to see. So that when he needed them near, he would only have to lift his arm just a little.
“I like that spot,” he weaved his fingers with theirs showing them that he was ready.
“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command!” MC was confident and loud, their voice ringing over the thunder striking in the background. The humid air around them only seemed to increase in temperature from MC’s power now flowing through the air. The grass under Beel’s feet darkened as some of Devildom’s magic was pulled from the ground. They studied Beel’s face, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. The contrast between the cold rain on his skin and the hot pact mark forming caused the tense muscles in his arm to relax. “I bind this demon, Beelzebub, to myself, MC. Lend me his power for he is the Avatar of Gluttony,” the heat on his wrist began to subside. Slowly he opened his eyes. His hold on their hand tightened when he first was the mark as if he let go it would disappear.
“Thank you, MC,” he mumbled his focus still on the mark. Fascinated by their new bond Beel wanted to memorize every part of it, from how it looked to how felt. He withdrew his hand from theirs and let it linger centimeters away from their mark. There was a small magnetic pull between the two marks that they could both feel. Their eyes meet, an unsaid question passing between the two. After seeing them nod Beel gave into the pull allowing the two symbols to meet. Beel’s eyes grew wide, his body frozen with surprise.
“Beel is something wrong?” butterflies filled MC’s stomach at his touch, and they had to resist the urge to laugh at the new and beautiful feeling. Beel’s lack of reaction had concerned them, he was their top priority right now despite the overwhelming feelings flowing through them.
“My stomach, my heart they...” pausing, tears began to form in his eyes “they feel so full.” All the centuries of pain inside him had faded away and were replaced with something else. It felt like warmth and honey in hot tea, gliding down his throat until it reached the core of his being extinguishing any remnants of his pain. For once in his life, Beel had wished that the emptiness in his stomach was bigger just so that he could feel more of the pact’s power within him. MC’s fingers wiped at his, now tear-stained face the silence between them speaking a thousand words. It wasn’t until their own vision blurred that they realized that they had also started to cry. Defeated by their own emotions the laughs that welled up in their tummy finally escaped their lips. Quickly without a second thought, they kissed Beel wanting to feel more of the connection that was causing them such elation. Their lips moving together as if they had practiced this a million times before. They only slightly pulled away from one another, their cheeks and marks still touching.
“Are you okay?” question Beel they noted his now more relaxed features. They wanted… no needed to make sure that he was okay because that's what he would do for them. Even if the pact meant that they were technically in charge MC refused for it not to be beneficial and fulfilling on both ends. Especially now that his skin claimed him to be theirs as much as they were his.
Beel’s head rested on their shoulder the pace around seeming to disappear. He knew that he would need to pull away soon. He knew that neither of them could live their lives in this position, He would have to let go eventually but for right now, as the world around them disappeared, he would bask in the bond that held them together. For right now he would allow himself to be truly complete.