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There are five total bathrooms in The House of Lamentation. The one upstairs, two downstairs, one connected to Lucifer's bedroom and office, and one connected to Leviathan's bedroom. Upon arriving here, you quickly learned that Lucifer's was reserved for him and him alone, one downstairs was solely Asmodeus's, and the other two connected to the halls have a minute shower wait time of two hours- If you're lucky.There's still one option you haven't exhausted, however, and tonight you'd finally put your plan of desperation into action.
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A quiet knock was all it took for Levi to decipher who was standing at his door. If not because of how soft it was then because his brothers rarely bothered to knock at all, a stark contrast to you.
"Come in," he calls from his desk, too enthralled in the game playing on his monitor to pay much attention to the fact you entered his room with a towel and a bag of shower supplies. You were fed up with not having the time to take care of what needed to be taken care of in the shower, and a stop was going to be put on it tonight.
You leave your things on the floor of his room and make your way over to him, where you sit down on the floor beside his chair and stare up at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to notice. He did, immediately, but chose to calm himself down some before pausing his game to glance down at you.
"Levi, you're my bestest friend in the whole three worlds, aren't you?"
You start to whine like a child attempting to persuade their parents for candy before dinner. He senses something off and uncovers an ear to hear you better, rather than listening to you through his headphones."I'd like to say I am, but you DEFINITELY want something right now, and I'm scared to know what.
With your sweetest voice, your biggest puppy eyes, and your dirty hair (because you haven't had the chance to clean it with all the fuss over the bathrooms), you grasp his pant leg and whine, "Let me use your bathroom, please. I need to wash my hair and shave and moisturize- and I can't do it in the other bathrooms without Mammon telling me to hurry or Beel barging in because he smells my vanilla body wash. My HP is drained and I feel like a greasy snail. Please, Leviiii, I beg of thee..."
For some odd reason, the one thing that caught his attention the most was that Beel had barged into the bathroom with you in there, and there was a good chance he'd seen you naked that time. It itched at Levi like a fresh mosquito bite, but he wouldn't make you aware of that. To prevent it, though, he'd let you use his bathroom, so mishaps like that won't happen again, even if he'd rather have his bathroom all too himself. He doesn't shower until late at night, anyway, or early in the morning, which is the whole reason Lucifer assigned him the room with a bathroom attached- So he wouldn't wake anyone else up by showering.
"Fine," he grumbles, "It's not like I'm using it right now, anyway. Just don't make a mess."
He watches your eyes light up, and the sudden, yet familiar feeling of your arms wrapping around his body is greatly welcomed. He feels like your savior, and it's... not a bad feeling.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll be a while, so have fun with your game!"
When you break your hug and leave him, he's left smiling and flushed in his seat. He bashfully shrugs his headphones back over his ears and picks up his controller after squirming giddily in his chair. He figured it would only be every other night, maybe once a week when you needed to use his bathroom because on the days you don't wash your hair, your showers are rather quick, so you could probably use the other ones, but he was so, so wrong.
Every night from then on, he's gotten used to you popping up around the time everyone else heads off to bed. He's no longer squirmish at the scent of your freshly showered body sitting beside him playing video games with him, even when the water from your wet hair drips onto his floor or his clothes if he's lucky enough to be so close to you. The sight of your toothbrush, your lotions, and face wash sitting on his counter, and your hair all over his shower with your bottles of shampoo and conditioners and body wash sitting in the corner opposite of his. He's grown used to waiting an hour after you shower so that hot water can build back up, grown used to you flopping onto his floor after exiting the bathroom because "The water was too hot" but you wouldn't change the temperature because you're not comfortable unless it's hellfire hot and scalding your skin.
At some point, you had forgotten to bring your clothes and asked to borrow some of his. Thinking back on it, that's probably what reignited the idea of you being naked in the room right next to his, and how easy it would be for him to just... open the door. He wouldn't do that, he's not that kind of demon.
Even after that time, it seemingly became customary for you to wear his clothes after your shower. You barely bother to wrap yourself in a towel before digging for your favorite shirts and pants of his. You wouldn't tell him that you only ever secretly snuck your underwear to wear because Levi's clothes exceed comfort. They smell like him, like fresh linen and the slight tinge of his cologne from some anime he watches. Levi never realized he had grown comfortable with you to the point that he carried you to your room when you fell asleep to lay you in bed, wrapped up in his clothes, and tucked you in.
His brothers sure noticed, though.
"Levi," Lucifer calls through the hallway. Levi pulls an earbud out and pauses the anime playing on his phone screen.
"Hm? What is it?"
Lucifer had just finished his rounds around the house, assuring everyone had completed their chores yesterday. Satan was on laundry duty, and he hadn't bothered to separate your laundry from Levi's. When Lucifer asked why, he simply answered "It was like this when I got it, all in one basket."
Of course, Levi may be blind to it, but it's easy to tell that Levi and you have something special going on that goes beyond mere bathroom access. Levi's been... cleaner, a healthier complexion as if he'd been actually cleaning himself well, washing his face, and going to bed at a decent hour. Lucifer wouldn't put it above your ability to do that.
"I thought you and MC would like your laundry back. It's on the couch in the common room."
"Oh, I can grab it!" You exclaim, popping up behind Levi, spooking both the poor demons. You were simply heading over to Levi's room before hearing their conversation, but you started heading for the common room, instead.
The glow around Levi's face upon seeing you didn't go past Lucifer.
"I have an important question to ask you before MC gets back." Levi shudders. "OMG, I swear I didn't do anythiiing! Mammon's a liar!"
"No, no, it's nothing of that sort. I simply want to know if you have feelings for MC. Romantic feelings."
Levi's jaw drops.
"Huh? Uh, well..." A flaming heat invades his face, and it's painfully obvious he can't hide it. "I wouldn't, like, put it like that, but, uh-"
"I saw you carrying her the night before last, and you two are practically glued to each other. Your laundry's mixed in together, as well. And she seems more comfortable around you than before. I could go on, honestly-"
"P-Please don't! Ugh, I never realized how much time we've been spending together... Is it that obvious?"
"Fairly, yes."
Lucifer's eyes dart behind Levi's figure, leading the violet-haired male to believe that you have come back.
"You're on cooking duty tonight, right, Luci? I'll give you a hand when you're ready," you say with a smile. The laundry basket rests on your hip and you leave no space between you and Levi as you stand beside him, even wrapping your arm around his as if you couldn't stand there to be any space at all.
Lucifer sees this, sees the kindness in your eyes and the flush in his younger brother's cheeks and he smiles ever so slightly.
"I'll be expecting you later, then. Thank you, MC. As for you, Leviathan, keep my words in mind. I'll see the two of you later."
"Yep! Bye, Luci!"
You start to head back into Levi's room, talking about folding the clothes or something, but Levi doesn't move. You turn to him in worry.
"What's wrong?" You question him with a hint of concern laced in your soft, melodic voice.
Levi's overcome with a sudden bashfulness, he moves his arm out of yours and pushes the door to his room open muttering a muffled "It's nothing," on his way in.
He had never felt so hot, so clammy, not even when he got his first Ruri-Chan body pillow. This is all new to him, and so, so overwhelming. How is a degenerate otaku like him supposed to cope with actual feelings for another IRL person? How did he develop feelings for you in the first place, and not even realize it? Are these really romantic feelings at all, or is it like the same love he has for his pet?
"Levi?"
You had placed the basket on the floor beside his figurine shelf and made your way over to him. The endearing concern in your eyes made his heart stammer, and he stumbled back realizing the two of you were beyond close. He could kiss you if he leaned over just a bit-
"No, no, no! I'm just tired! Uh, I'm gonna take a shower, so, uh, take one after me, okay? Uhm! Wait, I don't mean anything by that! T-T-Take one whenever you want!"
He shut himself in the bathroom before you could say anything, covered his face with his hands, and sighed.
Stupid Lucifer, he thought, why did he have to point out how close the space was between the two of you? And stupid him, for not realizing his feelings before all this. He's so stupid, he really, really is.
Levi watches the cool water roll down his body. He likes his shower water cold, but if the two of you ever showered together, he'd be willing to put up with the hotness of the water if it meant getting to see you wash your hair, prop your leg up on the walls to shave right in front of him, and he'd get to kiss the water off your lashes and press you against himself, and-
"Good Hell!" He exclaims the moment he feels his dick twitch. In a show of emotions, he slams his forehead against the wall.
"I'm really losing it, now. This isn't like anything I've felt before... What do I do?"
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You're in his chair when he finally leaves the bathroom, his headset over your ears, his controller in your hands, and his hoodie over your body. You're entranced in the game displayed in front of you, so he takes the opportunity to grab some clothes from his dresser and change behind you, something he's done a hundred times. This time, however, he's quick to cover himself up, almost like he feared you were going to turn around. Maybe he wanted you to turn around. Look him up and down and lick your lips and eye him up and squirm in your seat at the mere thought of him touching you...
You didn't turn around.
Calm down, Levi, he thinks to himself, just act natural. Just be with her like you always are. Forget what Lucifer said, it's nothing to worry about.
But he couldn't forget, oh, no, not at all. He took his spot on the floor beside his chair, which you were sitting at, and contemplated resting his head on your thigh- one of his favorite places to rest- but decided against it. Instead, he rested his head on his knees and began swiping at the thin layer of dust that had collected on the legs and wheels of the chair. You took notice of his off-put attitude a while ago and figured something Lucifer had said made him like this. Maybe he had gotten in trouble?
Whatever it was, you wanted to help solve it, so when the round ended, you placed the headset and controller on the desk and sunk to the floor in front of Levi, where you gave him a comforting smile. He watched you eagerly as you tugged the hoodie sleeve further down your arm, the same way he observed how your hair had fallen over the logo on the front of it. When had he become so hyper-aware of your body, of your movements, of you?
"Please, leave," he murmured, no longer able to bear the thoughts of devouring you like- like a demon. His bluntness took you by surprise, but it wasn't unlike him to want to be alone. He was just... never like that with you. It was an odd feeling, but you understood.
"Leave," he says again as if you hadn't heard him the first time.
"Why?" You demand in return. With his fingernails digging into the flesh of his legs, he bares his teeth at you, his face flushed, eyes more solemn and confused than angry, and he snaps, "Leave me alone! I want you out! O.U.T.!"
Startled, you had pushed yourself back on your palms, away from him, and it hurt for him to have to push you away, but he couldn't handle this urge. He's scared he's going to do something stupid that'll really ruin the relationship the two of you built.
You take a minute to breathe, he's seething, somehow more scared than you, and you stand up. He does as well, albeit much slower. There's a space between the two of you that feels as if it'll take a million years to reclose.
Levi's forgotten, though, that he's not the only one who can manipulate the distance between the two of you, and while you're conscious of his bashful, emotional state, you also know that what he says isn't always exactly what he means.
So, you sauntered over to him with slow steps, determined eyes, and swaying arms, and you took that pretty otaku's burning face in your hands, one on his cheek and one cradling his jawline, and you kissed his cheek. Then, you wrapped your arms around him, and a thick whine bubbled from his throat as if he were trying not to cry. He hugged you back.
"I'll be here to listen when you need me," you speak softly after a moment of silence, "Until then, you need to watch some happy-go-lucky animes so you calm down." It was a joke, sure, but he couldn't bring himself to laugh.
"How could you even bother to deal with a filthy, vile, disgusting otaku like me?"
"'Cause you're my bestest friend ever, and I love you! So, I want you to take care of yourself. I'll be back later, yeah?"
"... Yeah, come back to me soon, please..."
You take his hand as you walk away, only to let it slip from his after a moment of contact, but your eyes never leave his, and they put him at ease.
"I always do."
He needs to talk with a love expert, someone who can help him put a name to these inconvenient, overwhelming feelings. He needs his brother.
When he's sure you've made it out of the hall, he opens his bedroom door and races toward Asmodeus's room, AKA, The Love Expert™️. Asmo's painting his nails when his me-time is abruptly thrown in his face by the air of an open door. His irritation is quick to melt away when Levi closes the door, flops on his bed, and screams into his pillow. Asmo reminds himself he can change his pillowcase later to avoid any unwelcome grease that may've stuck from another demon's face and gets right to the problem.
"Levi, what in the Devildom is wrong with you?"
"Asmo, what is love? How do you define it? Do you think I love MC? Even Lucifer thinks I do! I don't! I don't know if I do! What is love, Asmo?! What is it?!"
Oh, dear Diavolo. Asmo does not get paid enough for this shit.
"Love has a lot of different meanings," he says nonchalantly, getting back to painting his nails, "It depends on the person, I suppose. If I look at you and MC, then, yes, I do think you two are in love."
The worlds fall onto Levi's shoulders. Not just him, but you, too? Love him? That's something he hadn't thought about. His love being requited would his messy feelings to rest. The two of you could be at peace again. If you didn't love him in that way, though... It'd take some time before he could recover, but he'd never want to be without you, regardless of how you feel. At least he'd know if you love him romantically or not.
"Okay, hold on, why is your face like that? I've said, like, ten words? Am I really that entrancing? Well, it is me we're talking about, here..."
"Asmo," Levi suddenly perks up, "I think I... I think I love MC. Like, what would I do if we could never watch anime together? Or play video games? Or learn dances together and go shopping at Anidaemon? I can't live without her, no way in Devildom! And she's so nice, so warm... She smells so good, too... And, wow... She's prettier than the villainess from If I Was a Villainess, I Would Take the World into My Hand and Crush It like a Clove of Garlic, but I'm Just a Line Cook With Powers Strong Enough to-"
Asmo kicks him to shut him up.
"Well?"
For a moment, Asmo is silent. He's taking in the smell of his polish and the sound of what he assumed to be his brother's heart hammering in his chest.
"Well..." He finally speaks, "Do you want to see her naked? Do you want to touch her?"
Levi explodes in a flurry of red.
"Oh, come on! You act like you haven't had sex before! She's naked in your room all the time, wrapping herself up in your clothes nearly every night. Her smell is all over your clothes, your room, your bathroom- You can't say you haven't thought of her that way before!"
Levi's quick to sit up and attempt to defend himself.
"T-That was centuries ago! And she's different! I can't- I don't want to just play around with her! That's why I hadn't thought of her like that until Lucifer asked if I- You-You know, if I felt anything toward her?"
"You didn't answer my other questions~"
An exhale leaves Levi's lips. He crosses his arms and turns away to think.
"... I do want to... touch her. To the point that it hurts when I'm not... I want to... slip my hands underneath her towel when she's digging through my drawers and put my shirt over her while she's... No! No, no, no! I'm not letting you imagine that! Erase your mind, right now!!!"
"No, I'm already imagining it~"
"Asmo! You normie!!"
Asmodeus laughs at Levi's disdain. When he's finished, the fuming Levi is hit with reality.
"You do love her, look at how jealous you just got. Think about it a little. You're supposed to be the oldest here. Go settle yourself down and confess to her before someone else snatches her up- She's a nice catch, you know?"
Of course, he knew that. He hardly had to think about Asmo's words before he jumped off the bed and thanked his precious younger brother. Then, like wind in a storm, he was flying out the door. Asmodeus sighed before shaking his head and getting back to painting his nails."These brothers of mine are going to give me wrinkles," he chuckles to himself.
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There's no way those words are going to come out of Levi's mouth unless some sort of miracle happens, so he's decided to resort to the only way he knows how to confess his emotions- Manga. It took about two hours and cost him a signed edition of volume 6 of his favorite Shonen Ai manga, but he's finished it. As you read through it, every 'I love/like you' is highlighted in your favorite color. Over and over and over again. Even though this volume was special to him, he knew that out of every manga he'd ever read (and that's a lot!) this is the single one that says that phrase the most, and he loves you the most, so he's dedicated it to you.
With the book on his desk, he tries to ring your D.D.D., but you don't pick up. He figures you're probably in your room, but when he opens his bedroom door to drag you back to his room, he sees Mammon and you hugging tightly, and it slaps him in the face all at once. You're a naturally affectionate person. You crave warmth from others. All the hugs he's gotten from you, that kiss you gave him, it's all because he's your friend. You'd do that to anyone...Mammon sees him first as he stomps over.
"Ah, Levi, it's not every day I see ya leave your room this late at night," he jokes, his arms falling from your body. You turn to Levi with an innocent, precious smile, the one you always wear. It kills him inside, and, as the Avatar of Envy, he isn't one to let other people have what he wants.
He wants your smiles, your hugs, your kisses, and your laughs. He wants to hold you, wants you to lean against him while he plays his games, and wants to lay on your lap and inhale your scent while you play."It's not fair..." He growls, his fists tight at his side, his teeth bared. Mammon takes a step in front of you, though well aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself. "What're ya talking about, Levi?"
"It's not fair! Why do you have to hug all over him, MC! Why can't you do that with me, too?!"
"I was just telling him good night, Levi," you try to disarm the situation, but Levi still wasn't having it. You turned Mammon to face you and told him good night, and that you'd see him in the morning, but he didn't want to leave you with his upset brother, not alone.
"It's Levi," you tell him for both men to hear, "I love Levi, I'd trust him with my life," you say with a gentle upward tilt of your lips. Levi's steamy behavior immediately fades away, and, in its place, he's left in awe with pink dusting his cheeks. Mammon can see this clearly and sighs. His younger brothers are very, very hard to deal with, but you seem to mold them as easy as molding a ball of clay.
"Don't you dare do anything to her, or you're gonna have to answer to The Great Mammon, Levi!"
And he's off, heading back toward his room. Levi notices you're still in his hoodie when you make your way over to him and bump his shoulder.
"Let's go play a bit of Mononoke Land before we hit the hay. Oh, I wanna shower, first, though, is that alright?"
The manga, oh, shit, the manga's sitting on his desk. Does he really want you to read that? Are you ready to hear his feelings? What did your 'I love you' actually mean? He's also still trying to get over the fact that you trust him (of all demons!) with your life! (Your tiny human life!)
No, he wouldn't back down from this. It's time he grows up. If he doesn't do it now, who knows when his next chance will arrive?
"Yeah, I'll lay you some clothes out, but... how about we read some... manga when you get out? That's, uhm, if you want to..?"
You snuggle up to his arm when the two of you enter his room, and he can hear you audibly inhale. It makes his heart feel as if it's on the verge of exploding. "Mhm..." You hum absently, "Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's do that."
Before you can make it into the bathroom, however, a strong, familiar hand grasps your wrist, and a fumbling Levi struggles to tell you, "And... I'm sorry about... earlier, with Mammon. I just- Uh, and when I was upset a while ago and I yelled at you... I didn't, like, actually want you to leave, I just... There was something on my mind, and I wasn't thinking straight, and I... Like, didn't want to hurt you or anything, so... I'm sorry."
The smile of an angel, he thinks to himself, She's got the smile of an angel.
You take hold of his hand, once grasping your wrist, and press it against your lips.
"I know how you are, Levi, and I know you get overwhelmed quickly, so don't worry about it. Next time, though, if you can, I'd like for you to talk it out with me. As for getting jealous of me hugging Mammon, I promise I was only telling him goodnight. You're still the only one I have my eyes on, and that's never going to change."
Your cheeks were red when you said it, and you were using the back of his hand to cover your face. You quickly stumbled into the bathroom, however, dropping his hand in the meantime, and leaving behind a stunned demon.
"Uh-Huh- Huh?!?!?!? MC- MC, open the door!!"
"N-No way! Pervert!"
But he's so overcome with joy that he can't help but want to jump on you, hug you so, so tightly, and kiss you for eternity.
"That was-! That was totally a confession, wasn't it?!"
"Of course it was! That's why I'm hiding! Tell me what you think when I get out, or-or just forget about it, actually!"
"... I wanna talk... when you get out, alright?"
There was a meek reply to him from the other side of the door. "Sure."
As he rooted through his dresser in search of your favorite clothes of his, he couldn't contain his excitement. Levi bounced all over the place as if he had just won private tickets to see his favorite voice actors in person. All that excitement, however, didn't deter his anxiety. What's going to happen when he sees you come out of the bathroom?
So, he sits at his desk, spinning in his chair and going over the manga he had marked all in until he heard the door crack open after you had taken the clothes he had given you. He stood from his seat, and you stood in the doorway, unable to look him in the eyes. The two of you were smiling like idiots.
"MC," he mutters, hardly able to contain his joy as he makes his way toward you. He takes hold of your shoulders and tilts his head, hoping to catch your gaze within his, and he does.
"MC, I... I have something for you, alright? But... I-I think I can say it. I can tell you that I... I love... Fuck..." He turns away from you, clearing his throat and bending down to your level. He's a demon, the Avatar or Envy, one of the most powerful in the Devildom, he can do this. He can step up and confess, too, just like you.
"I love-" He choked, and what ensued was a seriously deadly coughing session, to which you could only laugh and pat his back supportively.
Enough of this, he steeled himself. All of a sudden, he took hold of your hands when he calmed down and pressed a passionate kiss on your lips before he could talk himself out of it. It took you by surprise to the point you stumbled backward and, surprisingly enough, right against the wall, which you were gently held against.
It felt like a dream to him, to you. To have you pressed against him, to have your soft lips against his. He hopes his breath isn't bad because yours tastes like fruit. You must have grabbed a snack earlier. It's only a moment that the two of you pull away. You're grabbing mindlessly at his clothes as you catch your breath, but you want more of him, more of your jealous otaku sweetheart. You pull him back down to you, kissing him again, harder, as if to say "You've starved me for so long, we can't stop now." And Levi seemed to feel exactly the same.
His hand's on your hip, feeling where his sweatpants hardly stay up on your body, and his other hand is already inside your shirt, his nails dragging down your spine and causing goosebumps to appear on your body. Oh, just the thought of going further was like a dream to him.
Then, you felt something prod at your mouth. His tongue. You had forgotten it was much like a reptile's. The texture was tough, and the tip, oh, you knew it'd feel so, so good, and you weren't just talking about kissing. When he licked at the inside of your mouth, you practically melted. A muffled, raw moan passed from your mouth to his, and an instant hammer of pleasure hit your gut. You felt it even when he pulled back. He practically held you up as you tried to stop your legs from shivering. His tongue, you thought, his fucking tongue is so good.
You couldn't stop your mind from creating all the different scenarios the two of you could create with that mouth of his. That skilled, textured mouth of his. Oh, fuck."... MC," Levi's voice is deep, like the echo of a cave. He lets you lean against him and even insinuates it further by pulling you closer to his body. The two of you were breathing as if you'd run up and down the stairs repeatedly, mostly due to your hearts pounding so much.
"MC... You-You like... my mouth, don't you?"
It had all clicked, now. All the times he had caught you staring at his tongue, at his mouth. At first, he felt self-conscious about it, thinking you were just fascinated with it because you had never seen a tongue like his, but, now, oh, it's all clicked. He's got the upper hand between the two of you.
"Ah, your... Uhn~ Levi, I'm gonna die if we continue. My heart's going a million miles a minute."
He lets out an airy chuckle. He'd probably ought to stop this, too, or his legs are going to give out from beneath him.
Levi hugs you close, tightly, and he inhales the sweetness of your scent. He loves smelling you, having your scent, your mark all over him and his things. He loves you.
"There's something... I want to read with you, alright? Let me give you something, then you can go to sleep."
You smile at him and brush your thumb along the corner of his mouth, wiping away the saliva there.
"It'd sure help calm me down," you joke. He gives a nod, but he's fiddling with his fingers while you make your way to the desk. "Yeah, uhm, after you're done, could you... stay here and sleep with me?"
"Of course."
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