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"Oi, where ya been? I've been looking all over for ya!" Mammon hissed from behind you.
You jumped slightly because he had snuck up on you and you had been intimately focused on Solomon and the potion he was making.
"I've been here the whole time," you said quietly, "I sent you a message."
He frowned as he dug his DDD out of his jeans pocket. His frown deepened when he saw the unread notification for your message.
"What's that shady sorcerer doin' anyway?" He muttered in your ear.
"Well, right now he's showing off, but earlier he was demonstrating the difference in Human World and Devildom potion theory."
"Sounds borin'. The council meetin' is over and I wanna go. Ya coming or what?"
"I kind of wanted to see this. He's either going to blow himself up or discover something new." You chuckled, turning your attention back to Solomon.
"I hope he blows himself up." Mammon sneered, dropping into a vacant seat behind you.
You thought about telling Mammon to go back to the HoL but you knew he wouldn't. He was pouting and jealous because you were giving Solomon what Mammon considered his attention. After about 20 minutes a swell of oohs and aahs began at the front of the room where Solomon had completed his potion.
You were sitting in the back because one of the general warnings Diavolo gave you for your safety was to never be in the middle of a crowd of demons. You really wanted to see what Solomon had done but you guess you'd have to settle for hearing about it later. You sighed, feeling like you were missing out again because you were so out of place here.
You gathered up your things and shoved them in your bag. You poked Mammon, who had dozed off, and walked out of the classroom.
Mammon scrambled out of the desk after you. He hated how you always wandered off, you weren't very smart about just how quickly you could find danger here. It drove him nuts. The thought of you in any danger made him feel funny.
When he caught up to he grabbed you by the elbow and pulled you around to face him. "Oi, how many times do I hafta tell ya to quit wanderin' off? How am I supposed to protect ya if I can't find ya?"
Normally you would make a joke at his expense, but he looked genuinely exasperated with you. You felt your face fall and said meekly, "I'm sorry." For some reason you felt like you were going to cry and you turned away from Mammon not wanting him to feel bad.
"Hey, whoa. I didn't mean it like that," said Mammon. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I just… I mean… I don't just protect ya because Lucifer told me to, ya' know."
He pulled you close to him again and said softly, "I do it cause I care about ya. And I don't know what I would do if anythin' happened to ya."
You leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around you. It was strange to be standing in the middle of the hallway at RAD wrapped in the arms of the second born Lord of Hell. But it didn't last long as the demons began filing out of the classroom having finished watching Solomon's presentation.
Mammon pulled away hastily, a blush dusting his cheekbones.
“C’mon, let's get outta here," he mumbled.
He pulled you by the hand toward a side exit. The air was cool and the deeper twilight of the Devildom evening enveloped you both. Mammon didn't let go of your hand as he pulled you along the well worn path between the House of Lamentation and RAD.
You were both quiet on the walk home. You were thinking about what Mammon had really meant when he said you were important to him. The tsundere incarnate of greed was kind of hard to read sometimes because he constantly walked back on some of the things he said to you. Whatever he meant, you wished for the opportunity to tell him that he was equally as important to you.
Mammon slowed as the looming gate that protected the grounds of HoL neared. He stared at the house and sighed.
"Ya know, I kinda hate taking ya home. Because as soon as we walk through that door I hafta compete for ya. I hate it… I just want ya all to myself. I just wanna be the only one you pay attention to."
He turned to face you, and stepped closer so you were pressed against each other. You looked up at him through long eyelashes, feeling incredibly bashful at his confession. You knew that your relationship with Mammon was special and you wanted him to know that. You touched his face, brushing your fingers along his jawline. He started slightly, not expecting you to make the first move, but he recovered quickly.
He reached up and grasped your hand turning your palm so he could press a kiss onto it. He blushed again, but kept going. He kissed your wrist and trailed soft kisses up your exposed forearm. It was so intimate and it made your heart flutter.
"I want ya so bad, MC. Sometimes it's all I can think about." He said softly. He pulled you closer and pressed his forehead against yours. "I know that having ya all to myself is impossible because they all love ya just as much as I do, but… " He paused, bringing his hand up to caress your face, “Just say I'll always be your first, mkay?"
He finally pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle. His lips were warm and soft and molded to your own like they were made to kiss only you. There was no hesitation from you as you returned the kiss, melting into him. Time stood still under the Devildom moon as the kiss endured.
The unfortunate human need to breathe regularly made you break the kiss. Panting softly you buried your head in the crook of Mammon's neck. He maintained his close hold on you. You noticed how his breath was also quick and shallow, but it was not from a lack of oxygen. He was flustered and trying to calm down.
You smiled slyly to yourself, thinking of ways to fluster Mammon even further. You turned your head slightly and ghosted your lips over his neck. He drew in a shuddering breath and his grip on you tightened.
"Better be careful, Treasure. Don't start nothin' ya don't plan on finishing." He said huskily.
You chuckled lightly as you reached up and twirled Mammon's half undone tie around your finger. His blue and gold eyes were locked on to you trying to anticipate your next move. With a slightly evil grin, you tug on his tie and pull him down for another kiss.
Mammon pulled away a deep pink blush on his face.
"You've done it now, Treasure," he growled.
He playfully grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. He made a mad dash through the gate and up the lane through the heavy front doors of the house he shared with his brothers. As he tore through the house towards his room you both could hear shouts of indignation from his brothers. The last thing they heard was your laughter cut off sharply as Mammon kicked his door shut with a slam.