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Seoham rarely make trips to places like Senile. He never liked the loud music, the smell of mixed pheromones and alcohol. Yet, with just a word about how Jaechan had been acting weirdly had sent him rushing over to Senile with Kyoungyoon.
There was only one reason that could make Seoham do anything out of routine. That reason being a certain son of Asmodeus who was making his way to them in slow confident strides. Seoham turned and watched Jaechan climb down the stairs. When he reached the floor, the way parted as sons and daughters of Hell eyed him like fresh meat. But he didn’t care. His eyes searched for him and not a heartbeat later, he found him leaning against the bar. Seoham’s eyes stayed on Jaechan. The incubi must’ve seen him as he pushed away from the bar and made his way towards where Seoham was standing. As he came closer, Seoham’s gaze fell on the exposed skin just above his hips. Smooth, leans abs, the skin on his stomach clear and luminous. Seoham wants to pull the fabric over it so much so he can stop staring at it. At him. He felt his stomach squeezed as his eyes travelled downwards and all he saw was legs. Legs that looked a mile long from how short his shorts were.
Heat enveloped him, turning his cheeks warm and everywhere else that would make this whole situation a whole lot embarrassing. “Oh Hells,” he muttered under his breath.
Jaechan was wearing socks. Not just any socks. It was something Seoham had fantasised Jaechan in. Dark, long, and tight. Seoham felt his throat going dry when his eyes caught sight of how plump Jaechan’s thighs look from the way some of his flesh bunched up as he walked. He looked away and tried hard to focus on Jaechan’s tiny curved horns to stop the heat pooling in his stomach.
Jaechan stood in front of him, poised with elegance yet still so haughty. So interestingly beautiful and sexy despite this ridiculous light.
But it seems that everyone thinks the same—that Jaechan is the most beautiful thing they laid their eyes on in this hellish place they call home. He glared at the spectators, his jaw clenching at how they were looking at Jaechan with their predator eyes. All this seemed invisible to Jaechan who simply stood in front of him with a slight smirk. Cute. Incredibly, wholesomely cute. And his, if he ever lets himself confess the truth. Seoham was bubbling with an ugly mix of jealousy, possessiveness and frustration. All because of Jaechan and his crop top and ridiculously tight socks.
He wants to strike every one of the demons who was looking at Jaechan. Heck, he wants to hit himself in the face for doing the same thing. Seoham grinds his teeth. Kyoungyoon had told him that Jaechan wasn’t being himself since a few days ago, yet here he is strutting in something so outrageous. He could feel himself going hard from just the thought of touching those milky thighs. Seoham curls his fingers into a fist and lets his nails dig into his flesh.
A General of the House of Satan thinking of such things about an incubus?
He chides at himself. This wasn’t about Houses. This was about Jaechan, the alluring incubi, his childhood friend whom he had turned into fap material one too many times. Seoham was guilty of it.
He had never wanted to be one of the demons who thought of Jaechan as just a mere sex toy just because he was an incubus. Jaechan was more than that. Hells, Jaechan is Jaechan. And he deserves more than just lust.
So he grinds his teeth and presses his nails deeper. He was not going to break any more promises he made to himself about Jaechan. Even if that means being a little mean to him.
“What are you wearing?” Seoham asked darkly as soon as Jaechan stood in front of him.
Jaechan looks up at him through his lashes and gives him a mischievous smile. He pointed to himself as he spoke. “D’you like it?” He asked with a tilt of his head. He laughed, the way his brothers and sisters do when they were seducing a prey. Flirtatious, empty. Seoham frowned.
“What was it you said?” Jaechan pretends to think by putting a finger to his chin as if he was trying to remember something. “Tall and dark, right?”
Seoham’s frown deepened. What the hell is he talking about?
Seoham was pulled from his own thoughts as Jaechan moved towards him. He stumbled on his feet slightly but managed to encircle his arms around Seoham’s neck. The General stiffened. It was a sight to see for someone so imposing as him. His skin tingles at the closeness of them, Seoham could smell the sweetness of wood and blood orange. The scent sends sparks through his blood, and down, down.
Jaechan laughed in his ear softly. The soft breath of air against his ear sends a shiver down his spine. Oblivious Jaechan sighed as he lay his head on Seoham’s shoulder. “I can’t be tall, but I wore knee highs for you. And its’ tall.” Jaechan paused. “And dark.” He sounded petulant as he said this in a low whisper.
Seoham tilted his head to meet Jaechan’s eyes. Had something happened for Jaechan to act like this? Jaechan was never the type of incubi who wore things like this and he wasn’t one to display affections like this. He pushed his thoughts away knowing that there were other pressing matters at the moment. Like how every demon in this rotten club is looking at Jaechan with sleazy eyes.
Seoham glanced over to Kyoungyoon and nodded. The Lieutenant sends him half a smirk knowing exactly what his superior meant. Kyoungyoon stands with his back against the two. His height and wide shoulders perfectly covered Jaechan’s smaller frame. His hands rested behind his back, feet shoulders apart. “Okay spawns, party’s over.” The crowd bristled at the sudden end of entertainment.
Kyoungyoon’s dark eyes scanned the crowd as if daring them to go against him. “Nothing to see here. Go find another devil to drool over.”
The soldier turned to them once the crowd dissipated. “Need a place to sit?”
Before Seoham could say anything, Jaechan wriggled away from him. “One more round!” he hoops, standing on the tips of his feet to catch the bar’s attention, swaying his hips slowly, his arms raised above his head, hiking up his top even higher and exposing more of his skin. Suddenly, he tips backwards. His eyes were half-opened and dazed as he looked up at Seoham’s face.
“Looks like he’s drunk.” Kyoungyoon said, eyeing the state of the incubi in Seoham’s arms.
Jaechan sends a sly smile to Kyoungyoon and without breaking eye contact with the Lieutenant, he playfully nips at the exposed skin of Seoham’s collarbone. Seoham stiffened and pulled the incubi closed into his chest to stop his other flailings. Kyoungyoon whistled lowly, patting Seoham’s shoulder. “Take him home, sir.”
With the help of Kyoungyoon, Seoham managed to half carry, half drag Jaechan outside. While he had every mind to just carry Jaechan in his arms, the drunk incubi was moving too actively for any of that. Jaechan was twirling on the sidewalk, his arms in front of him and curved like a ballerina.
He had never seen him like this. Since they were young, Jaechan was always the composed one. While Seoham had climbed trees and jumped down from a cliff and onto piles of skeleton, Jaechan had remained where he was sitting with a wide smile flashed towards Seoham. Even after Jaechan became a full fledged incubi, he was still the same. He enjoyed sunsets, the river filled with petals in Spring. He was soft-spoken but wasn’t meek. Jaechan was strong in his own quiet ways. Unlike Seoham’s way of bringing and nature of work, Jaechan was, ironically, the light in Hell.
The man in front of him was now hugging a dead tree. And sobbing.
“Jaechan,” Seoham called to him, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Hells, Jaechan is drunk crying.
The tears wet his plump cheeks, his nose red and smudged with dark charcoal from the tree he was hugging. Seoham brings a thumb to wipe them away, but Jaechan stumbles back suddenly.
He fell on his ass before Seoham could even reach out to save him from his fall. Seoham sighed when Jaechan’s lips wobbled. Seoham knelt in front of him, squeezing his cheeks with two fingers.
“Can you walk properly?”
Jaechan nodded. Seoham stood and crossed his arms, even though he desperately wanted to kiss his tearful blotchy face. Jaechan stood up and his legs buckled, the world spinning. Seoham clutched his elbow, sighing. “Guess not.”
He slings Jaechan’s arm over his neck but their obvious difference in height was straining Jaechan’s arms. Seoham glanced at him and knew that Jaechan would bear with the uncomfortable feeling quietly. Not being able to bear hurting Jaechan, Seoham led him to lean against the wall. He with his back facing him and pats his legs to signal Jaechan to hop on his back.
As if he was doused with cold water, Jaechan gasped. Seoham frowned at him when Jaechan adamantly shook his head hard. “Get on my back or I’ll carry you like a sack.”
Jaechan sucks in a breath, eyes wide. Seoham gave him a look which deflated whatever will to defy Seoham. “Okay.” Seoham nods and pats Jaechan’s leg again so that he can hop to his back.
“Carry me like a sack.”
Seoham clucked his tongue and faced him. A dark expression clouds his face. “You,” he warned. “Stop saying bullshit.” His eyes narrowed to Jaechan’s flushed face. “Get. On. My. Back.” Seoham stressed as he steps closer to the incubi with every word.
Jaechan pressed himself as flat as he could against the wall. “F-fine.” He huffs giving up. Jaechan didn’t wait for Seoham to bend down. He jumped onto his back loosely wrapping his legs and arms around Seoham’s.
Noticing this, the General guides his limbs into a better position. Jaechan pressed his lips into a line, frustrated. This was already too embarrassing and what’s even worse was that he had become an inconvenience to Seoham again.
Seoham held his arms in place around his neck when he felt Jaechan pulling away again. “You move once more and I’m going to carry you like a woman.”
Jaechan’s eyes turned wide and he shook his head hard even though he knew Seoham wouldn’t be able to see him.
“Let’s go home now.”
Seoham carried Jaechan all the way up to his penthouse. Jaechan had never been here. Despite all the years of their friendship, Jaechan and Seoham had never visited each other’s home. Hell’s rule was that entering the House of another devil would either mean an act of war or joining of hands. While Seoham had moved out from House of Satan as soon as he reached his age, Jaechan never did. Living in your birth house is a protection and a curse, but to Jaechan, he needed protection from the outside more than he does in his own home.
The door clicked open without a key. That’s top level security because the door was inscribed with your blood and thus, would only open when present. It was also convenient because Seoham did not have to dig through his pockets for keys. Though, anyone who had guts to steal from a General from Satan must be a real daredevil.
Jaechan opened his mouth to ask Seoham to let him down but closed it immediately when he wordlessly trudged through the hallways of closed doors before stopping at the one at the end.
Jaechan was hit with a sudden realisation that he was inside Seoham’s home. Not only that, he was inside Seoham’s room.
Seoham gently let Jaechan down on the bed then decisively took 3 steps backwards. Seoham stood right at the door as if unsure whether he should be inside or outside the room. His eyes trailed from Jaechan’s face to the hands on his lap, staying there for a beat too long.
The air was static with unknown tension. Tension that Jaechan wished was sexual. If only Seoham could see him as more than just a mere incubi childhood friend.
“Nice place,” Jaechan says, when he noticed the direction of Seoham’s gaze. He pulled at his shorts and socks to cover the skin of his lap. Unbeknownst to him, his mere actions had heat pooling in Seoham’s stomach. He clenched his jaw to rein in his sanity that was on the verge of snapping. Jaechan’s eyes met Seoham’s onyx eyes and quickly glanced down on the hands on his lap. His cheeks burned. He could feel his skin crawl, itching for the need to hide himself away in a dark room. Humiliation.
Jaechan stands abruptly, eyes adamant on not meeting Seoham’s anymore.
Jaechan knows that he’s being odd. He knows that he has messed up. Drinking “liquid courage” was a dumb act. Wearing this slutty clothing was a dumb act.
He swallows thickly, sucks in a breath and pulls his biggest smile. His eyes turned crescent and he hoped it was enough to mask his feelings. Seoham was always too perceptive of his emotions.
“I think I should go home now. I’m not drunk anymore. But thanks for…,” he makes a sweeping gesture at the room. Jaechan tells himself to move and incredibly his limbs listen to him. One foot and another until he has to pass Seoham who’s large frame was blocking most of the entryway.
“I’ll show myself out. You do your thing, General.” He lets out a laugh that sounded too much like a nervous laughter. Jaechan coughed and rubbed his nape. His eyes fleetingly pass Seoham but never staying long enough to decipher his reaction. Not that the General usually shows emotion other than his usual impassive stone face.
After a long silence, Seoham drawl out a “Sure.” A pang of hurt hit Jaechan. He had expected his answer but it still hurts.
“Great, I’ll just pass through here.”
A hand stops him. “Not until you look at me.”
Jaechan stills. Heart thumping loudly in his ears. “You’re making a dumb request.”
Seoham leans against the wall with his arms crossed. “The one who’s dumb is the one who can’t do a simple request after I hauled you home.”
Jaechan’s eyes snapped to him in annoyance. Why can’t Seoham just let him leave? This was already too humiliating. What more does he want? “You did not haul me home.”
Jaechan was not surprised to see Seoham’s lazy smirk pointed at him.
“I brought you into my den, Jaechan-ah,” he says leaning forward. His eyes glinted and danced with mirth.
Seoham lets out a breath of air. “From the look on your face, you’re still not understanding what that means.”
Jaechan stills. Realisation finally dawned on him, making him gasp.
Seoham’s smile grew as he stepped closer to Jaechan. Only for the incubi to hastily bypass him and out the hall.
Jaechan hears Seoham laugh. The sinister kind.
“Run all you want Jaechan-ah. But you’re in my den.”
Jaechan lets out a squeak. He was not as sporty as the Satan’s spawns, but he sure could delay confrontation for a little longer. Jaechan’s feet carried him down the corridor back to the living
room. The doors to the other rooms were all locked so he scampered another hallway on the left of the living room.
He pushed the door open and miraculously, it opened. The room was dark, but he could tell it was even bigger than Seoham's private room.
His senses alerted when he heard faint footsteps. Jaechan felt his way into the room and found a smooth cool wood. He recognized it as a desk of some sort. This must be a study.
Jaechan ducked underneath the desk and pulled the chair back in to obscure himself.
The footsteps were calm, Seoham was in no hurry to get to him. But it was louder and louder until it stopped. From underneath the gap of the closed door, Jaechan could see his shadow.
A knock came. “Jaechan-ah, can I come in?”
Jaechan shook his head even though he knew Seoham could not see him. His mind still could not grasp over the fact that Seoham had intentionally brought him here? To his den?
But that means. That means—
“Jaechan-ah, I know you’re inside. I won’t go in if you don’t want me to. But I hope you’ll listen.”
Seoham waited for a while and when Jaechan said nothing, he continued.
“I hope…’ he clears his throat, “I hope you understand my intentions now, Jaechan. For at least 400 moons, I hold you dear to me quietly. We’re now adults. We have been one for a while. And I wished I could have had more courage to say this earlier, but here we are.”
Seoham sucks in a breath. “I’ve loved you since that day you hit me with a stick for trampling on your garden. I’ve loved you since that day we had clementines under that oak tree. I loved you even more when I was sent to the edge of the North for war.”
Seoham rested his forehead on the door, sighing. “I wanted to take you out of the House of Asmodeus. Knowing what you had to do to stay and live, I hated not being able to help, to protect you. So I set my mind to be someone. Someone with power. Because only then could I help you. Only then could I be worthy for you.”
Jaechan stumbled from behind the desk and wrenched the door open. His eyes fell on Seoham’s face. There was no teasing, just plain truth and honesty.
Seoham smiled at him all wobbly. General Seoham, the deathbringer of lands, stands before him looking like that boy he knew all those years ago. “I want to give you nice things. I want to be better. For you. Because, I simply think you deserve more than this. Because I cannot, for the life of me, think that you are less. Because you are my light, my friend, and you have my heart in your hands since that day we ate clementines under the dead oak tree. Do you understand now?”
Jaechan shook his head. “Are you saying,” his voice breaks, he swallowed thickly before continuing, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Seoham inched closer. His hands hovered over Jaechan’s cheeks. The heat of it raised gooseflesh on his neck, ears and cheeks flushing delicious pink. “I’m saying that I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I’m saying that my heart is in your hands.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I have a few ideas.”
Seoham’s smile was intoxicatingly sweet as he stepped closer. His voice was deep timber, the kind that he used to coax Jaechan to exchange his chocolates for fruits when they were much younger. “I feel the same way.”
Jaechan sucks in a sharp breath and stumbles backwards when Seoham steps closer.
“My heart is yours too.” Jaechan’s back meets the wall. Seoham hovered close, like a predator about to pounce.
“Say yes,” he says in an almost whisper. Their eyes connect and Jaechan could feel the heat swirling in his stomach. This close he could smell himself releasing his pheromones, a wretched trait of all incubus to lose the minds of their victims as the lust demons feed off their sex hormones.
But Seoham stood as he was. His eyes remained clear, unlike the hazy look of Jaechan’s usual victims.
Seoham smiles softly at him. Insecurity peaked in his eyes as it fluttered away from Jaechan's face and down to his feet. He opened his mouth and closed them again, not quite sure knowing what to say and finally settled on, “I’m not intoxicated.”
“That’s what they all say.”
He huffs. “I’m not. I know what I feel, Park Jaechan. I do not need your pheromones to know that I’m in love with you.”
Jaechan chuckled and smiled mischievously. “Fine. Then prove it.”
Seoham’s eyebrows shoot up high on his forehead. “Prove what?”
“That your emotions are not affected by pheromones.”
He blinks. “How?”
Jaechan smiles, weaved by him and crawls on the king sized bed, making sure Seoham has a full view of his ass in very short shorts. He flops to his back and pats the bed, looking up at him from under his lashes innocently. “Scared you’re wrong?”
Seoham stood frozen. His eyes raked from his face to his chest and thighs and down his legs. He sucks in a deep breath and lets them out loudly as if he’s taking in fresh air. “Fine,” he says with a killer smile.
Jaechan lets out a snort of disbelief and makes room for the General. He busies himself to tug at the comforter but the rustling of clothes catches his attention again.
His eyes fell on Seoham who was in the midst of undressing himself. His jacket was gone. His tie and cuffs. His long fingers work on the buttons, each one revealing smooth tan skin. “What are you doing?!” Jaechan shrieked and covered his eyes with his fingers. His cheeks flamed red.
Seoham chuckled low in his throat. “What do you mean? I’m getting ready…”
Jaechan’s eyes snapped to his face, heart thumping hard in his chest. For Hell’s sake, he is an incubi. A sex demon, yet he’s scared of a naked man? Preposterous. Unheard of.
Seoham smiles with all teeth, feeling especially smug at Jaechan’s reactions. “For bed.”
Jaechan blinks.
“I can’t sleep in my work clothes.” Seoham unbuckled his belt. Rolled them neatly and placed it in a drawer. His pants were tugged off next revealing a black boxers and thighs and long legs. Lean and muscled, and has experience kicking his underlings to do his bidding. He makes a show of taking off his boxers before Jaechan sends a pillow flying to his face.
“Deals off if you take that off.” Jaechan huffs and lays down on his side, back facing Seoham.
He could hear him smiling. Then the bed dips, and the lights are turned off with a snap of his fingers. Jaechan could feel the warmth of another on his back. He held his breath. He was accustomed to broken promises. Too many. This was foreplay. They think he’s playing a push and pull tactic to entice them and draw out the act of sex.
Not once did any of them think beyond the possibilities of an incubi wanting more than just sex.
Warmth. Trust. Sleeping beside another without a sexual touch.
Seoham reached over him and his heart clenched, anticipating the tug of his clothes and the sex that follows. But the General just pulled the comforter up and over his exposed shoulders before moving back to his side of the bed.
Jaechan lets out a breath of relief. Seoham was his childhood friend. But no matter their years together, Seoham is the leader of the demon armies, won wars and is prized by Lord Satan himself. And Jaechan is an incubi who needs sex to live. He had no achievements other than being able to pull off ridiculous outfits and have long, mind-fucking sex.
They were two demons of two entirely different lives.
“Shhh.”
Jaechan jumps, his eyes opened in surprise. He turns to Seoham and frowns. “Did you just shush me?”
Seoham snorts. “I can hear you thinking, Jaechan. Go to sleep.”
He huffs and pulls the blanket to his side. “I was! You woke me up.”
Seoham’s low chuckle filled the room, curling Jaechan’s toes. “Okay, I’m sorry. Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”
Jaechan said nothing and pretended to sleep. But his mind was racing, and his heart was a mess of nerves. This was definitely a bad idea. His original plan was to seduce Seoham. Sure he had gotten drunk and tripped and made a fool of himself. But he was in Seoham’s home. His den.
Wasn’t that the goal?
Didn’t he want Seoham to just fuck him because so many other had. And why not him too?
Jaechan slowly turns, pretending to be tossing in his sleep.
But when he opens his eyes, a pair of glinting onyx eyes stares right back at him. Seoham is on his side, an arm under his head and staring at him without a word.
“What.”
He shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes and he puffs it away with a breath. Had others seen him like this, too? This side of Seoham who can’t be bothered to move to sweep his hair away from his face. The teasing and the smiles.
“I just,” Seoham clears his throat, and drops his voice into a whisper, “I never thought you would be sleeping next to me like this.”
“And what have you been thinking about me instead?”
Seoham smiles. His eyes were soft as he recounted his dreams. “Many things. I imagined you here, this place and you called it home. I imagined you eating breakfast at the counter and reading those comics from Earth that you like before bed.”
“That’s pretty domestic of you, General Seoham.”
Seoham lets out a breath of air, smiling. “I imagined some other things too.”
Jaechan’s cheeks grew hot and if the lights were on it would definitely be red as Hell’s fire. He stills his nerves, he was, after all, an incubi. “What other things?”
“Things that I wish we would do together in the morning when I prove you wrong.” Seoham lets out a laugh at Jaechan’s surprised face. “Go to sleep now, Jaechan.”