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How did Asmo and Lucifer make it seem so easy? Beel had never really been one to pursue others, but he wasn’t a stranger to admiration either, especially whenever he made big plays in Fangol. It just… wasn’t something he had to initiate, but something about you stirred a hunger inside him that he couldn’t explain.
At first it was simple. A human with a blissfully sweet and naive soul suddenly living in the same house with him and his brothers, tempting him with every gentle waft of your scent. Self control over his vice had never been a strength of his, but he did know how to compensate where he lacked.
Just eat more.
Then he’d work out until he was too tired and sore to do much else but think about how delicious you’d be on his tongue.
But… now things… were changing…
His hunger never faded, if anything it only grew. Day by day he watched you. Day by day you became more confident, letting your personality shine through. Befriending Mammon, Levi, and even Lucifer to some degree. The kindness in your heart was one he’d not seen in a human in centuries, though, admittedly, he’d avoided humans long since Diavolo’s orders had been raised.
But you…
Being near you was intoxicating.
Your smile infectious.
Your fragrance appetizing.
Your body so full of warmth and life.
And your voice…
Was it your voice or the words you’d say that made his soul ache for more?
Whatever it was, he tried to resist, even if it meant incurring Lucifer’s fury with his more frequent raids of the fridge. He couldn’t help it. How could he even begin to tell you how badly he wanted you? Wanted more of you? Wanted to taste every part of you on his tongue…
It didn’t help that you’d shared a kiss with him a few times now, teasing him with the subtle sweetness of attraction and desire. Whenever he tried to talk to Asmo about these feelings, these cravings he had for you, he’d only tease or encourage him to act on them. Show you what you did to him, what he wanted.
Belphie wasn’t much help either. He’d tell him to quit overthinking and just confess to you what he wanted, but how could he? What if you didn’t want him in that way… kisses could be anything… maybe you were just being friendly…
That line of thinking usually annoyed Belphie and they’d drop the subject for another day that never came. The endless wondering and second guessing drove himself crazy, he could only wonder how much it bothered Belphie to feel him ruminating so intensely over something he could solve so simply.
He just… couldn’t be like them. Couldn’t be so confident like Asmo, so forward like Lucifer, or even blunt like Belphie. The last thing he ever wanted was to make the wrong move and scare you away from him.
A hint of a taste was better than nothing at all.
“Just talk to them,” Belphie said, laying on his back in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head. “They’ll be back from class soon, you don’t have to make it so complicated.”
“I know, but whenever I try to I get distracted.” He said, rubbing his neck. “I’m supposed to protect them, but all I can think about is how good they make me feel and then I just want to bite them.”
Belphie laughed, “Well, maybe don’t bite them. Unless they’re into it.” He gave him a sly grin, “Why not ask them if they are?”
An embarrassed heat spread across his face, and he swallowed the tightness in his throat. “You know I mean more than just bite.”
“Of course~ I don’t need to know your mind to know that.” He hummed, stretching with a yawn. “Just start with some nonsense chatter or something to see what they’re comfortable with and work your way up to a bite? Then satisfy your hunger.”
But he could hurt you.
Humans were so small and fragile.
“… Yeah, okay. I guess I could try.”
“Mm…” Belphie rolled onto his side to face him, “You worry too much, Beel. It’s obvious they like you too.”
If it was obvious, it wasn’t to him.
“Maybe,” he said, standing up from the bed and heading to the door. He wasn’t convinced, but he wanted to see you. “Do you need me to get you any-“
Belphie’s snores answered him before he could even finish, and he smiled to himself. Always so easy for him to relax, must be nice.
He shut the door quietly behind him and went to look for you. Your scent was faint at your door, so you didn’t seem to be in your room. He wandered until he spotted you in the library, sitting in one of the plush armchairs. Well, sitting might not be the right word. More like huddled or curled up with a book resting against your thighs.
“You’ll get sore if you sit like that for too long.”
You looked up in surprise, then greeted him with a smile. “Ah, yeah I know. It’s a bad habit, but I’m always sore so,” you shrugged, “may as well sit comfy, right?”
“You’re sore? But you don’t work out much.”
You blushed, putting a finger in the book and shutting it. “Mm, yeah. I probably should, but I just get so tired and stressed after class so my solution is to sit in the worst way possible until I feel too tired to stay awake.”
Asmo had mentioned that finding excuses to touch you could help him get closer…
“I could help,” he offered, walking over to stand beside your chair, “if you want?”
You looked up at him, raising a brow, “Help what? Relieve stress?” you grinned, “How’re you going to do that?”
Well, he had a few ideas.
“Let me rub your shoulders,” he said, leaning on the back of the chair with a small smile. Start simple. “Belphie sleeps weird now and then, he says I’m pretty good at working out the twinges he gets sometimes too.”
You hummed, considering it for a moment. “All right, sure.” You leaned forward and set the book down on the coffee table. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
A gentle waft of interest tickled his nose, and he swallowed absentmindedly. “Okay,” he waited for you to sit up straighter with your feet on the floor. “Where does it hurt most?”
“Mm… my shoulders, I guess?” you laughed lightly, “A little bit of everywhere if I’m being honest.”
“You should stretch more,” he said, more to himself.
“Yeah, probably.” you agreed with ease, humming as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
Humans were so small…
So don’t rub too hard…
He took hold of your shoulders, kneading his thumbs in a deep, slow arc. Your body was soft, but your shoulders were so tense. He might have to press harder-
You groaned under your breath and he froze.
“Was that too much?”
“No,” you laughed, “No, that felt really good.”
“Good,” he whispered, repeating the motion and pressing a little harder. How could someone so carefree and kind be so tense? “Can I ask why you’re stressed?”
“No real reason, sort of always am.” you say, tilting your head forward and breathing deeper as he worked his hands down lower, following along your shoulder blades and focusing most of his efforts between them.
The tension was slowly easing, but it was hard to work it out fully from this angle. Either way, the subtle hint of you tickled his nose again and he leaned in closer.
“It… might be easier if we had somewhere you could lay down…”
“Really?” You leaned back, looking up at him with a smile. “Beel, are you offering me a massage?”
He felt warm, your smile and scent stirring that selfish hunger within him. “Only if you want me to, we can stay here if you feel safer.”
Your expression softened, “Beel, what makes you think I don’t feel safe with you?”
His grip tightened and he… he couldn’t admit it. Couldn’t admit what a temptation you’d always been to him.
“Beel…” you reached up to touch his hand, squeezing his fingers.
Maybe he didn’t need to, you were always so perceptive.
“Why don’t we go to my room?” you suggested, “I could lay on my bed and maybe… after you rub my back, I could rub yours?”
Oh he definitely wouldn’t be able to handle that.
He lingered, inhaling the soft scent of your hair before he stood up straight. “Yeah, your room sounds good.”
You chuckled, squeezing his fingers again before standing up and tugging him to follow you. Every step sent a flurry of butterflies racing in his stomach. There could be thousands, and they’d still do little to quell his hunger.
Only one thing would satisfy him now.
One thing he tried impossibly hard to resist.
And he was about to walk into the room of his greatest temptation.
Your scent surrounded him and he leaned back against the door, letting it click shut while you meandered, oblivious to his plight. Everywhere. Your scent was absolutely everywhere.
He wanted to cover his nose, but that’d make it too obvious so he settled for distracting himself by massaging his own wrist, looking around your room.
It was worse than being in a kitchen while meals were being prepared, or watching Barbatos take so agonizingly long to decorate cakes and cookies that would be devoured within seconds.
He was already salivating…
“Should I take it off?”
“Huh?” Your voice drew his attention, and you held the hem of your shirt with a playful smile.
“My shirt. It’d be easier if I had it off, right?”
More of you.
“If you want, but you don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind.” You said, half turning and slipping it off, exposing your back to him.
Why did you have to look so tasty too?
“Beel?”
“What?”
You laughed, climbing into your bed and patting the pillows. “You seem a little distracted, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He was fine. He’d gotten used to ignoring the draw of your scent before, this was just… the same thing but more. Think of it like training. Endurance training.
The stronger he could be, the safer you would be.
“If you say so…” you laid down on your stomach in the middle of your bed, “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, you know.”
“I want to help,” that much was true, at least. Help you feel better. Anyway he could.
“I appreciate that,” you said, taking one of your pillows and laying down comfortably with your eyes closed, “I feel better already thanks to you.”
But he hadn’t really done anything.
He walked closer, eyes roaming over your body. “If you were closer to the edge, it’d be easier for me to rub your back.”
You hummed, shimmying your hips a little. “Too bad~ I’m already comfy. Just get on the bed with me. There’s plenty of room.”
He laughed under his breath, his heart tight. Get in the bed. Like it could be so simple.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Please, Beel?” you turned to face him, opening your eyes with a small pout. “It’d make me feel cozy.”
You wouldn’t say that if you knew what he was thinking.
“… Okay.” He put one knee on the bed, the mattress sagging under his weight while he swung his leg over to straddle over your hips. A pleasant hum greeted him, and he stalled again, his heart beating fast as he gazed down at you so small and trusting beneath him.
You looked so… soft.
Just… just one.
Just a little-
“Beel?”
His breathing hitched at your voice, and he sat back. “Just… adjusting.” he said quietly, gently putting his hands on your back and working his thumbs into your shoulders once more, “How’s this? Too much?”
You groaned, “No~ do more, that feels so good.”
Pleasure made your scent sweeter, more alluring.
He swallowed again, trying to focus on massaging every muscle. Feeling out the tension and kneading every knot. Your back popped a few times, and you’d laugh, mumbling something about sitting hunched over a desk way too much.
“Mm~” you hummed again, turning to rest your other cheek on the pillow, “feels good… Beel.”
He slowly worked down your back, holding your waist and rolling his thumbs into your lower back, earning himself something more than a sigh of pleasure.
No. That time you moaned.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered under his breath, working his way up your back again only to lightly scratch down.
“Sorry~” you said dazedly, “you feel good…”
Don’t say that.
Pleasure and desire intermingled in the air, taunting him with a spicy sweetness he couldn’t place… one he… just had to-
“Beel?”
He stopped, his breath hot on your neck.
“Yes?”
“What’re you doing?”
He gripped the bedsheets at either side of you. You. A human so small and vulnerable beneath the Avatar of Gluttony, completely oblivious to how badly he craved you.
“Nothing,” he said quietly, unable to move. A taste might be forbidden, but please… let him at least indulge in your scent just a little longer.
“Nothing?” you repeated, an amused lilt to your voice. “Are you sure?”
He didn’t answer, an uneasy feeling souring in his mouth. “I won’t hurt you.”
That’s what he wanted to believe, but could he even trust himself? The temptation was harder to ignore than he’d thought…
Maybe he should leave.
You tucked your arms beneath yourself, lifting up just enough for your shoulders to brush against his lips.
“I know you won’t, Beel.”
He shivered, unable to stop himself with you so close. He bit the nape of your neck, sucking briefly before slowly dragging his tongue up your neck, moaning at the sweetest spice he’d ever tasted.
That desire… it was something he could easily become addicted to.
“…Sorry,” he mumbled, using every ounce of will to stop himself and lift his head.
“Sorry?” you laughed, tipping your head to the side, “Beel… what’re you sorry for? I’ve been waiting for you to do something like that this whole time~”
“R… Really?”
“Mhm~” You laid down again, “… I could still massage you too, but there’s more than one way to relieve stress.”
“But I’m not stressed.”
“You sure?” you teased, lifting your hips to rub against him, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You’ve been looking at me like a starving man this whole time.”
His hips dipped lower, pressing closer.
“… I didn’t think I was that obvious.”
You sighed, smiling to yourself and rolling back into him.
“Indulge with me, Beel.”
