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Today was a rare day — a whole afternoon of free time that the fire demon had to spare and enjoy, but alas, he has no clue on what to do.
He'd wander around the huge dorms while empty minded, he couldn’t just throw such an opportunity away by smoking for 3 hours, it'd be a shame. Napping also came to mind but he didn't feel tired, plus, Eito would probably have a rough time sleeping later because of it.
“I’m so boooored…”
Grunting, he sat by the couch in the lounge, crossed arms - he also wasn’t the type to play games on his own and everyone else seemed busy.
“What a pain… I guess I could go play with Ifrit.”
As he was about to stand up, a familiar voice called out to him;
“Eito-kun, you’re free, as well?~”
“Ah— yes… You, too? I thought you’d be mega busy.”
Marbas smiled, adjusting his lab coat.
“I finished my work quicker than I anticipated, myself.”
“I see…”
“You look bored.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Yeah… I was rubbing off the rust and polishing my ‘tools’ so much they're basically spotless. Now I have nothing left to do.”
“Damn…”
March sighed, fidgeting with his hands.
“I've been wandering around but I didn't quite find anything to do.
“Not going to visit any prisons?”
“I don't like going at this hour. And you? What about Ifrit?”
“Well I was about to do that.”
“Oh! Sorry, am I interrupting you?”
“Nah, it was a last resort thing…”
Eito scratched the back of his head, looking off to the side.
“You… Wanna spend time together?”
“Huh?”
The torturer blinked, he wasn't expecting to be invited.
“Are you sure?”
“Not like I got anything better to do.”
“Aah, then I wouldn't mind!”
He clasped his hands while tilting his head.
“Actually, there was a little favor I wanted to ask out of you—”
“If that has to do with nails, pliers, saws or whatever's in between, don't even ask!”
He blinked again, furrowing his eyebrows as his ear horns seemed to slightly go down.
“Let me finish, please... It's got nothing to do with studying your limits this time, I promise!”
Side eyeing the other with suspicion, Eito held certain doubt in his words - yet chose to believe in him, anyway.
“...Okay, then proceed.”
“This is a little embarrassing to ask, but… Can I look at your teeth..?”
. . .
“...Say that again?”
“Can I examine your mouth? I don't get to look at the mouths of my subjects often since they always try to bite my fingers off or break my tools… But it's nothing surgical! I just want to look… And maybe poke around… If you don’t mind…”
“I…”
How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He thought for a second but couldn't help but feel threatened by how Marbas fidgeted with his hands and smiled shyly - by no means would someone ever look so bashful after asking to look at your teeth unless they were a weirdo - which was exactly the case.
“Please? I promise I won't hurt you, I'll be very gentle~.”
“...”
Eito still had no clue on what option to pick, on one hand - it seemed like if he said yes, March would be really happy. On the other hand - March being happy wasn't exactly a good thing at times…
“Uhm…”
“ Pretty please? ”
March got really close, fluttering his eyelashes - where did he learn to do that?!
“Oi oi, I-I'm thinking… Also, if you're trying to act like Robin that's not gonna work! It only works sometimes for him because he's cute.”
“You think Robin's cute?”
“I think he's cute like how people think hamsters are cute - it's his big fuckin’ eyes. You're cute in a different way.”
“...What kind of way?”
“Well—...”
Eito went back on his word - he didn't even realize what he said at first.
“...T-That's irrelevant!! Fine fine, enough of that, I'll let you have a look at my mouth or whatever.”
“Really?? Ahh, I'm so happy..!”
Ifrit preferred to dig his own grave to change the subject over elaborating what he just said - now getting dragged by the wrist by the enthusiastic freak to his possible demise.
When they arrived at his room, Marbas hummed as he gathered whatever he could possibly need as the other felt a sensation of mysterious dread as he closed the door, potentially missing the last chance he had to flee.
“You can lay down on my bed, I don't have a dentist chair and the other ones I have are for… Other purposes, and they aren't safe or comfortable…”
“Yeah I can tell.”
Eito said, noticing a spiked chair by the corner of his eye.
“Why do you keep some of this stuff in your room, anyway? I thought Dantalion gave you another whole room for your ‘tools’.”
“I like to fidget with them whenever I feel restless…”
“Right. Okay.”
“You wouldn't get it.”
“I certainly don't.”
Letting out a sigh, he sat down on his bed and stacked three pillows on top of eachother for height, proceeding to lay down.
“Is this good?”
“Mhm~.”
March placed his instruments by his bed frame.
“Tell me if this is uncomfortable for you.”
“Hm?-”
Eito was immediately startled as Marbas sat on top of him, putting on rubber gloves.
“So?”
The fire demon swallowed his own saliva in a comically loud way, but cleared his throat right after.
“No issues…”
“Good~. Let's begin, then~.”
Still humming, he took the mouth mirror with one hand and positioned his index finger and his thumb on both ends of Eito's lips with another.
“Say ‘aah’~.”
This was way more embarrassing than it sounded.
“Aah…”
And he still did it with no complaint.
Shame aside, March carefully pulled back his lips from the view, using the mirror to have a look inside.
“Hmm, your teeth are way cleaner than I imagined. Frequent smokers normally have very yellow teeth…”
“ Fanks .”
“I mean, I guess I should've expected that. Considering your biology, your teeth are very likely to be different from the average demon's teeth.”
He giggled.
“I like that.”
Eito wasn't sure if that was some kind of threat or compliment, so he chose not to comment.
“On the surface, though, they look ordinary. Sharp molars… Canals… Normally colored… But I doubt they're formed the same.”
“...”
“Don't look at me like that… I know I promised not to do anything surgical.”
Pouting, he approached even more, causing Eito to subtly flinch.
“Are you ok?”
“ U-Uhum .”
Fuck. This is a really weird situation to be blushing and he was fairly aware of that. But in his own defense, what was he supposed to do?! Pretend there wasn't any kind of tension going on at all? That's hard when there's another man on top of you poking your mouth and commenting on how sharp your molars are! Could he consider this as some strange way to flirt? In the end, Marbas was rather an … Interesting demon, or so he'd say.
What sucked the most was the way he felt himself making eye contact back with the other man when he didn’t want to no matter how hard he tried to avoid his eyes - it was humiliating. Not to mention the small highs his heart would have in beats whenever March caressed his teeth and gums with a finger, eyes ever so focused.
Eito has gone to a dental specialist before, a long time ago, and as far as he can remember - the atmosphere was far from this.
“Your enamel feels normal so far… I don't see anything abnormal about it.”
Letting go of the other's lips, now reaching for the dental probe to lightly scratch between his teeth, the sound provoking small tingles on the demon's ears.
“Hum… Considering your regenerative abilities, I would assume the real interesting parts reside right under the neck and around the roots… Eito-kun, if you ever got into a situation where one of your teeth got knocked out, would you consider letting me examine them?”
“...”
The shyness and tension turned into something rather ominous, instead. Ifrit quickly being reminded of the kind of man March really was. In response to the question - he shook his head no.
“Awe, bummer. But that's okay, I get it.”
A sigh. He was disappointed, but not surprised.
“To be honest, I really thought you would decline my request…”
For a moment, he took the tools out of his mouth and put them on the side, suddenly pressing his finger atop Eito's tongue with a smirk.
“Are you actually doing this just to avoid explaining what you said a while ago? You're really naive if you thought I'd forget that so soon, E-i-to-ku-nn~.”
He gagged in surprise, blushing brighter than previously - well shit.
Choosing his right to remain silent, they'd just exchange stares - uncomfortably shifting on the bed while the other teacher would circle the tip of his finger on his tongue.
“But I'm not complaining or anything, if that’s what makes you subject yourself like this, then you're more than welcome to stay silent~.”
He'd giggle as he observed the man under him basically squirm over his touch.
“Be grateful, I'm letting that slide for now. But you better not slip up next time.”
March took his finger out of his mouth.
“And for your information, I was joking when I said ‘pretty please’, I don't intend to ask for things like that, it's really stupid. I knew from the start that it wouldn't work on you.”
“...So you were just making fun of me?”
“Easily said, yes.”
“...Fuck you."
“Those are brave words from the demon whose bpm rose at least 5 times while I was studying your teeth from up close.”
“Tch.”
Looking away, he shut his mouth right after.
“...Whatever. I believe you’re done?”
“I wasn’t, actually. But it’s fine - that was probably too much for you in a day already.”
He lifted up Eito’s torso by pulling his tie, still a faint smile full of unknown intentions and motives, basically forcing the fire demon to return the gaze, almost intimidating him.
“Don’t you think so?”
“...I’d rather not comment.”
“As you wish.”
After having his fair share of fooling around, he let go of the necktie and moved off of him, beginning to hum again as he kept his tools and took off his gloves - simply leaving Ifrit with his own thoughts and reflections on what exactly just happened.
“Anyway, your teeth are in good shape. I haven’t seen any major flaws or concerning characteristics.”
Marbas’ expression changed from one of teasing to one of innocent joy.
“Teeth are so cool~.”
It was still impressive to see how fast he could switch in real time, unbelievable even when it happened in front of him.
And the worst part is he knew that Eito himself thought something else was going to happen, and he’ll definitely make fun of him for it sooner or later; Is it really wrong that when someone pulls you extremely close by your necktie and you think they’re about to kiss you?
…
Maybe that was a stupid thought after all. One shouldn’t expect something like that after just getting their teeth examined.
“Oh, if you want, you’re free to go.”
Not even being given a chance to finish his thought process, Marbas had sneaked up on his side, slowly caressing his arm.
“...Unless you want to spend more time with me?~ Your gaze does tell me you want something more ---”
“I’m fine, thank you very much!”
Eito got right up on his feet the moment those tricky hands laid themselves upon his arm, sending shivers down his entire body.
“I’ll be going, goodbye!”
“Ah-”
Not even wasting a second, he already rushed to exit that room, trying to get as further away as he possibly could.
Was he terrified? A little bit.
Confused? Totally.
Seduced?
…
He’d say absolutely not, but the truth strays far from his answer…
The true reason behind his quick leave was unusual - Eito found himself conflicted over what just happened, not expecting to be played around with by Marbas March out of all people. Did he want something from him? There was an undeniable tone of flirt in his words, yet he never knew what to expect from the torturer - a demon who seemed so plain and simple on the outside, with a mischievous personality on the inside.
How scary.
Nevertheless what actually made him scared was how his own mind betrayed him - replaying said moments in the back of his brain like actual torture. Ah shit, does that count as fantasizing?
“... Fucking bastard .”
Ifrit groaned under his breath, the taste of rubber gloves refusing to leave his mouth as a reminder of how he got played so easily; He’d make sure to give him payback one way or another.
If there was anything he could take from this is that at least for a while, he certainly won’t be interested in going to the dentist anytime soon after what just unfolded.
Especially since he quite literally just chickened out in the end.