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“Mammon! Could you at least please think about it? My viewers keep asking for one of my brothers to be in a video!” Asmo pouts as he stands in front of an obviously annoyed Mammon.
“Ya have five other brothers!” Mammon growls as he tries to pass him in the hall, Asmo gripping his forearm as he does. “Let go of me!”
“You know they won’t do a fashion video Mammon!” his eyes widen and his lip trembles. “You’re a model my dear older brother, and this concept just fits you so well!”
“The Great Mammon isn’t interested in a fashion video of yours.”
“I’ll give you all the money I make off the video.”
At that, Mammon quickly turns to look at Asmo again, “Pay me?”
“Of course, I make money off all my videos. I can give you all the money I make from the video you’re in.”
Mammon narrows his eyes at him, “Then why do ya want to make it if I take all the money?”
“Because I can put the three things my fans keep asking for in one video and get them out of the way to do other video ideas I have!”
“What is the video about?”
“Makeup roulette! The roulette wheel determines the order and which makeup is put on you.”
“I don’t want ya puttin’ makeup on me!”
“What about MC? Come on Mammon… it involves gambling, you’ll get paid, and MC will have all their attention focused on youuu,” Asmo says with a big grin.
“F-fine! I’ll do it. F-for the money not the MC part!” Mammon shouts, his cheeks a faint pink as he escapes a celebrating Asmo.
“We’re filming tomorrow morning!” Asmo calls to him happily as his bedroom door slams.
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“Where’s MC?” Mammon asks, his arms crossed, looking obviously annoyed. “You said they’d be here too.”
“They’re putting on the new outfit I bought them,” Asmo replies as he brushes through Mammon’s hair and clips it back on the sides. “Just getting your hair out of the way for the makeup.”
“How did ya get them to do this?”
Asmo laughs at that and adjusts the lens on the nearest camera, “MC is in my videos all the time. My fans love our darling human. And it’s sooo much easier to do some of my techniques to another person for the videos.”
“Ya got MC just workin’ for ya for free all the time?”
“MC is a doll and doesn’t want to be paid, I’ve offered it. So instead I just buy them new outfits and take them out for spa days.”
“That’s where ya always take ‘em when you’re gone all day?”
“Of course, why do you think their skin absolutely glows? They’re on skin treatments and spa appointments with me.”
“Hey Asmo, don’t you think this outfit is a little… tight?” MC asks as they walk into Asmo’s bedroom fidgeting with their outfit.
Mammon’s eyes widen, and quickly dart away from MC, his face reddening.
“Oh MC it looks perfect! You need to look like you belong at one of the high-end casino’s and skin tight glittery is the way to go darling,” Asmo grips their hands and twirls them in front of him. “Now just to finish up your makeup. Lots of glitter today, and some gold on your lids for Grimm and to match Mammon.”
Mammon kicks at the floor with his boot, fidgeting with his D.D.D. as MC plops into the chair beside him and has their makeup finished.
“How do I look?” they ask after Asmo walks away to finish setting up.
Finally Mammon glances over at them, thousands of thoughts running through his head. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. Amazing. “Y-ya look fine I guess human,” he stumbles out, looking back to his D.D.D. again.
“He means to say you look drop-dead gorgeous hunny, he’s just bad with words,” Asmo says as he walks back over and presses a kiss to MC’s cheek.
“Oi!” Mammon snaps at his brother, sending a glare his way.
“I’m the Avatar of Lust Mammon, I can tell by the way you looked at them,” he responds simply, going behind the first camera. “Anyways, let’s get started.”
Turning the camera on, he races around the room turning the other cameras and lights on, and ushers Mammon and MC into their places at a table in front of the main camera.
“My lovely viewers, I’ve got a treat for you all today for being so good,” he teases and winks at the camera as he steps in front of it. “So many of you have been making the same three requests to me. And what would you know? I’m here to grant your desires.”
“Today we’ll finally be trying our hand at the Makeup Roulette challenge! With two special guests. I know all of you have been asking for one of my brothers to join us, and today one finally has! Let me introduce to you,” he says as he sweeps back to let Mammon into the frame. “My lovely older brother, The Avatar of Greed, the demon on all the magazines, Mammon!”
Mammon’s eyes grow wide, but he flashes a confident smile to the camera and a half wave as he lounges back in his chair, “Heya Asmo fan people.”
“And of course we’re lucky enough to have my darling human MC join us once again today!” Asmo gestures towards a smiling MC.
“OUR darling human,” Mammon mutters, pulling another grin and wink from Asmo.
“Now many people have been wondering, exactly how good is MC at makeup now? They’ve been in so many of my videos, learning so many tips and tricks. But just how much do they know? Well today, MC is going to be the one doing all the makeup work so we can see just that!”
“Wait this is a test?” MC asks, “Oh no.”
“It is! But I’ll give you another proper test if the wheel isn’t in your favor hunny, just do your best today!”
“Now let’s explain the game,” he says walking out of frame and to a table set up to the side with another camera. “I’ve got a roulette wheel right here, and a table with makeup products for a full face of makeup on the different corresponding numbers. The number we land on, is the product MC has to apply to Mammon’s face.”
“Whether we start with the setting powder and end with the primer, they have to apply it in the order the wheel decides! Now I’ve put out a few options for each step of a typical routine, some that are products I really like, some not so much. Some that I got in Mammon’s shade, and others that aren’t. It’s all about the luck of the wheel today!”
“Oi Asmo! So what you’re sayin’ is I’m gonna look stupid?” Mammon asks with an obvious frown.
“Have more faith in our darling MC Mammon! Don’t you trust them?” Asmo practically purrs as he walks back into their frame and behind their chairs to wrap his arms around the two of them.
“My skills are questionable and my luck is bad,” MC admits, deadpanning toward the camera and forcing a cheesy smile. “Prepare to be entertained with this trainwreck!”
“Hey ya have to at least try!” Mammon growls.
“I’m going to do my absolute best with what luck provides us Mammoney, but luckily you’re so handsome some bad makeup won’t be that noticeable,” they assure him with a quick wink, making Mammon cough uncomfortably and grumble.
“Now let’s get started! I’ll be the one dealing our fates today!” Asmo says walking back to the wheel and holding up the silver ball to the camera to give it a kiss. Spinning it into the wheel, and tilting the camera down, he loudly announces the number it landed on.
“Number 21! Let’s see… oh no.”
“Oh no? What is it-” MC stares at the product Asmo is holding out to them and frowns. “Shit.”
MC snatches the product and holds is up as Asmo explains it to the camera, then turns to Mammon and uncaps the black lipliner in their hands.
“Now, you need to stay still for me,” they say, using one hand to hold his chin between their thumb and forefinger, and the other to start lining his lips.
“Ya don’t have to-” Mammon starts to say before MC taps his nose with the other end of the liner.
“Mouth shut, or your lips are going to look misshapen,” they say as they start over again, carefully following the curves of his lips. “Annnd, we’re done. That’s some dark liner.”
“Looking fabulously gothic already Mammon,” Asmo teases, turning back to the roulette table to release the ball.
“And next up we have #2, one of my favorite… eye shadow palettes!”
Sighing, MC accepts the palette and flips it open, “We’re going to get foundation or something last aren’t we?”
Tapping the palette thoughtfully as they look over the colors, they glance back up at Mammon who’s gaze flickers away at their closeness to him.
“Mammon look back over here, I’m deciding what goes good with your eyes,” they say, holding the palette up near his face.
Finally nodding, they pick up a brush and set to work on his eyes.
“So MC dear, talk us through your thought process, what are you doing?” Asmo asks, zooming the camera in on their work on Mammon’s eyes.
“Since we have some sparkly options… I’m going to do some glittery gold like I have. I’m starting out with this lighter creamy color here, and bronze on the inner and outer corners.”
“Would ya stop starin’ so intensely at me,” Mammon mumbles, feeling his cheeks heat up at they lean in closer. The very tip of their tongue sticking out of their mouth as they concentrate on applying the shadow.
“No can do, focusing,” they reply, their hand going to his cheek to keep him still.
After what seems like hours of MC’s intense gazing at his eyes, and gentle breath on his face, MC finally sets the brushes down with an accomplished smile, “Done!”
“Perfect job hunny! You’ve learned from the best!” Asmo cheers happily from behind the camera as he heads back to the table. “Now let’s hope it gets to stay!”
“#7, lashes!” Asmo announces, placing the biggest pair of fake eyelashes either MC or Mammon had ever seen.
“Ya can’t be serious,” he complains, crossing his arms as MC pulls them out of the package. “Do ya even know how to put those on?”
“Sort of,” they reply with an apologetic grin. “We’re gonna find out.”
“…Stay still Mammon.”
“I am!”
“Stop closing your eyes!”
“I’m tryin’!”
At that, MC stands up and firmly plants themselves in Mammon’s lap, straddling him in the process. He quickly goes to grab their hips to keep them from falling backwards, “Oi! What do ya think you’re doin’!?”
“Leaning over trying to do it isn’t working, you move too much! I need to be directly in front of you so you can’t keep turning on me!”
“Ya don’t have to be in my lap!”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No…”
“Do you really want me to get up?”
His grip suddenly tightens on their hips as he shakes his head shyly then looks back up at them, “Just put the damn lashes on human.”
“And things are getting spicy in the makeup casino today my lovelies,” Asmo chuckles, sticking his face in front of the camera to make a suggestive expression.
After the lashes are finally in place, Asmo heads back to the table to get their next item… red lipstick.
“More lip stuff?” Mammon asks as MC, who still is perched in his lap, uncaps the lipstick.
“Well you’ve only got liner on now, so you needed lipstick to finish it anyways,” once again holding his chin between their thumb and forefinger, they carefully apply the lipstick.
Nearly as soon as they finish, Asmo is shoving the next product in their hand with a grin, “And here’s your setting powder.”
“…Setting powder? Already?” MC sighs and opens the product, looking up at their work on Mammon’s face so far. “The fact we’ve not gotten a primer, concealer, or foundation yet worries me.”
“Why’s that?” Mammon asks, twitching his nose at the powder being patted onto his face.
“Because those things are at the beginning usually. I’m just getting a bad feeling.”
Next they find mascara handed to them.
“Ok you’re going to have to listen to instructions good here Mammon,” they say getting the wand ready.
“The Great Mammon doesn’t follow orders.”
“Well today he is,” they tease, swinging their foot back to kick the back of his leg.
“Hey!”
“Look up for me,” they instruct, and Mammon does so reluctantly. “Now blink. Again. Again. Once more. Now other eye, look up. Blink. Again. Again. And once more. Good boy,” they tease, reaching up to pat his head.
“I don’t need praisin’ like a child,” he huffs.
Next Asmo shoves a blue eyeliner into their hand.
“Blue, really?” they sigh. “And after the mascara?”
Tilting his head the angle they need it, they place their index finger in the center of his cheek, and slowly start to line his eye.
“Why do ya have your finger there?” Mammon questions, trying to keep his eye open.
“So I can feel how you’re moving and adjust as I go,” they state simply, finishing up then reaching for a tissue on the table to carefully blot his watery eyes.
Next up is concealer, obviously the wrong shade for Mammon. MC looks at it annoyed, holding it up to the camera, “This is going to look bad, I’m trying my best!”
Turning back to him, they quickly put a few dots under his eyes and get to work blending it in, trying to avoid the eye makeup, cringing as glitter gets mixed in with the concealer.
“Is that all you’re going to use of it?” Asmo asks as MC sets it down.
“Yep, Mammon’s skin looks flawless actually, he’s just a little tired.”
“Of course it is, I’m the-”
MC hushes him with a finger to his lips, laughing as they pull it back to see the mixture of black liner and red lipstick on their finger. “Well. That was my bad.”
“And here’s your highlighter!” Asmo calls out, dropping the new product into their laps after explaining it to the camera.
“Well, I’m terrible at this I’m going to be upfront,” they admit to Mammon as they get started. “I’m still learning all this.”
“Just… do your best,” he nearly whispers, pulling a gentle smile from their lips that gives him that familiar twinge in his chest he loves.
“How many more products?” MC calls out as they finish up the highlight.
“Hmmm let’s say three more, hope for good ones!”
“That means they're going to be awful,” MC mutters, Mammon laughing at their annoyed look.
“And our lovely MC has predicted right!” Asmo says brightly, shoving the bottle of foundation into MC’s hand.
MC looks between the foundation and Mammon’s face several times before turning to the camera, “10,000 likes and I’ll chuck this foundation at the wall inside!”
“Don’t ruin my foundation!” Comes from the other side of the camera and Mammon smirks.
“Well I’m about to ruin my own work,” they announce, as they put the foundation on the brush and start blending it into his skin.
Judging by the grimace on their face, Mammon can tell he probably looks like a disaster by the time they’re done. And going off the amount of glitter on the foundation brush, he’s not hopeful.
“Just give me the next one!” MC yells, tossing the brush down. “It’s already ruined, end my misery.”
Though within seconds a pink blush is sitting in their hand and they sigh once again, “Nothing like glittery foundation, smudged eye makeup, and bright pink cheeks.”
Running it across his cheek bones quickly they toss the blush on the table, “And next!”
“And lastly is… blue lipstick!”
“I’ve got enough stuff on my lips! I don’t need anymore,” Mammon whines, shifting under MC who grabs onto his shoulders to keep from slipping.
“You’re right,” they announce as they accept the lipstick. Picking up a mirror they shove it into his hand and quickly put the blue lipstick on themselves.
“Um, MC? You’re supposed to put it on Mammon,” Asmo calls out.
“‘Bout to,” they respond, pulling the mirror from Mammon’s hand and putting that and the lipstick down on the table.
“Turn your head.”
“What?”
“Turn your head please Mammon.”
He narrows his eyes at them, but does as they say, gasping as he feels their lips on his cheek. A squeal coming from Asmo on the other side of the room.
Pulling back from Mammon’s cheek, they nod approvingly. “There ya go, the finishing bit, my blue lips on your cheek,” they laugh, reaching up to unclip his hair and let it fall back down.
“W-warn me next time!” He stammers, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“So what you’re saying is you want a next time?”
“No! I don’t want a human to kiss me!” he insists, a flush running down his neck.
“Oh just kiss properly!” Asmo goads them from behind the camera. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!”
MC puckers their lips towards him, a mischievous look in their eyes as his eyes widen, “I’m up for it if you are.”
“Y-you’re just teasin’ me aren’t ya?” he growls, hoping they can’t hear his heartbeat.
“Me? Never.”
“Yeah right!” he glares then smashes his lips to theirs, their eyes widening immediately.
As their lips move against one another, their eyes drift shut. Mammon’s mind going blank as he focuses on their soft lips on his, and their legs wrapped around his hips.
Applause from across the room finally breaks them apart, Asmo cheering before he turns to the camera to give the outro.
“You asked for makeup roulette. You asked for one of my brothers. You asked to see MC do the makeup. And I’ve even given you the first kiss of our ongoing ‘will they won’t they’ couple!”
As Asmo continues, MC looks at Mammon and chuckles, “The amount of lip product we just smeared all over the entire bottom half of our faces. Totally worth it.”
Mammon leans his face into their shoulder, cursing under his breath, “Dumb human don’t say things like that!”
“Well I for one enjoyed it.”
Pulling back Mammon looks into their eyes then glances across the room to Asmo, “Then you’re comin’ with me!” Sliding their legs up to his torso, he gets up from the chair as they wrap their arms around his neck.
“Oh? So where are we going?”
“My room… n-not that I want to be alone with ya!” he insists, quickly ducking them out of Asmo’s room.
“No, of course not,” they tease, laying their head on his shoulder. “I for one though, would enjoy some alone time with you.”
And at those words, Mammon’s mind goes blank, and he finds himself sprinting to his room gripping a laughing MC to his body.