I Summoned A Demon Prince?! (Z3N)

[Z3N]

When Ezekiel blurted out that he acted as if he was jealous of the cat, he didn’t say anything as it was spot on. Bullseye. He didn’t like the way he was acting either but it seemed like he only became this meek when he was in the other’s presence. It seemed like they had known each other before which made it easier to have a conversation and even act all spoiled and annoying one another without thinking too much about it or was it just Bastran himself who was thinking like this. Yet he couldn’t put his finger on where they could’ve met before. After all he hadn’t been to Earth a lot, and he doubted that the kid would’ve existed before the year 1900 as that was the longest time he had been on this realm. Even then, he didn’t know anybody with the name of Ezekiel as it wasn’t a common one, not even in the underworld. The names there were quite different from here, Bastran was one of those examples.

 

The moment the human touched his cheek, he couldn’t stop to feel happy about it. The stupid cat was partially being ignored now and Bastran was the one who occupied Ezekiel again. He had never been like this before, not even when he was in a relationship with an actual demon. It was weird to say the least about it yet he didn’t seem to mind it too much. Looking up at the male’s face in silence, letting himself be touched which felt nice. The places tingling even when Ezekiel’s fingers moved down.

 

As his bottom lip was being caressed, being played with so gently, it was almost as if the two were put into a trance. There was no escape since he was completely focused on the human alone, even forgetting about the presence from the cat which was still on the other’s lap, refusing to budge an inch which was kind of annoying. Wanting to do something else the more this went on, however his chance slipped away once the other regained his conscience and so did Bastran. Blinking a couple of times at a rapid pace as he didn’t know why the guy pulled back all of a sudden. They weren’t doing anything wrong… right? In the underworld relationships of the same sex weren’t out of the ordinary but he had noticed that people here weren’t so fond of it. Just because they were afraid of getting to know what it exactly was. Humans were weird in that field, even for a demon.

 

“I know… I can’t help it.” He muttered back in response as eye contact was being avoided for the moment which ticked him off. They had just fucked and now this guy was acting like this again. Sighing deeply before pushing himself up and placing a hand behind the other’s head, guiding the male so they would face each other. “If you want to kiss me then just do it. You won’t die from it.” He commented with a chuckle before letting go. Turning around so he was properly laying on top of the bed, not bothering to cover himself since it was getting warmer already. The light had mostly disappeared from the sky, only the moon lighting up the streets with the stars being used as decoration so make a splendid panorama.

[Theseus]

It felt like Ezekiel could feel his heart expanding two sizes , and it was fucking irritating. How in the hell is he still affected like this, still finding himself flustered when him and Bastran just had sex not even an hour ago! Shouldn't those feelings be over with now? Shouldn't he be able to fucking be close to the demon without fearing he's going to faint like some damn damsel? Looking down at Albus, who was still glaring at the prince as if he took his food away, he begins to wonder if this actually runs deeper than he originally thought. Which is so damn stupid because, you know, they just met today. Who the hell gets infatuated with someone in a single day? Fucking idiots, that's who. Even as he yells this in his head,his minds keeps conjuring up different scenarios of what would happen if he would've just leaned down and kissed Bastran. Would it heat up quickly, leading to more sex? Would it be slow, yet deep; engraving each other's taste into one another's mouth? Or, would it be quick and sweet? A chaste thing that still spoke volumes and why the fuck is he thinking of this!

 

Stubbornly, Ezekiel turns his gaze towards the prince, with every intention on burying whatever the hell is going on with him (no one fucking told him sex would make things more complicated) before pausing. He can't help it? Wait, he was actually jealous of the cat? The fat bastard of a fur ball on his lap? He blinked owlishly at the prince (the prince of Hades who was fucking envious of a damn cat); what the hell does he say to that? He hates how he felt giddy at finding this out, wanting nothing more than to lean over and pinch Bastran's cheeks and coo at how cute he was being. However, he restrained himself considering that's contradicting since he needs to control these damn abrupt urges. Which are getting out of hand. So, he sat there staring in shock before turning his gaze away again.

 

No, no he had to have heard that wrong. There's no way the prince would actually be jealous of a cat, let alone fucking admit that petty shit. Suddenly, Ezekiel felt his head being turned, his gaze once again meeting the demon's. This asshole really likes making him look into his eyes, huh. (His deep red eyes, almost like liquid flames or the ember of a raging fire. Fucking-- what the Merlin fuck is he thinking?!) Oh, and here comes the fucking teasing again. Fuck that, he hates him again and hopes he fucking leaves soon, preferably today. (no he doesn't.) Scoffing, he looked away again, even though his face burned. He really gave him the okay to kiss him. That shouldn't fucking mean so damn much since earlier he gave him the all clear to literally fuck him.

 

Yet, Ezekiel still felt his heart flutter, the fucking traitorous bitch. Hesitantly, he sets Albus onto the bed beside him far from where the demon laid. The cat, of course, voiced its annoyance with a high pitched meow. Quickly moving from looking at its owner with betrayal and glaring at the prince with pure hatred. Honestly, something is wrong with his cat. With some embarrassment, he looks down at the demon, biting his lower lip. Is this a fucking trap? Why is he letting himself do this? Maybe so his mind will shut the full fuck up? Yeah, definitely that. Not because he really wants to greedily taste the demon again. Of course not!

 

Gingerly, and with a deep, trembling sigh, Ezekiel moves so that he is hovering over the demon prince. His knees on either side of the other that if he lowered himself he would practically be in his lap. He leaned forward, heart pounding in his ear drums as he comes just a few inches away from Bastran's face. His hands resting in fists on the demon's shoulders. Fuck, does he just do it? Does he just fucking go for it? "Are..are you fucking sure," he asked, not knowing why the hell he was whispering for.

[Z3N]

Read with the music.

 

As the cat was eventually put aside, Bastran looked up as Ezekiel straddled him. Locking him underneath, letting him be captured as he didn’t feel at home anywhere. However with the presence of this human, his existence became a little more bearable. As if this guy was the light at the end of the tunnel, it was faint but it was there. Perhaps he was just desperately clinging onto the possibility of finding someone he could stay with until the end of time. If only that was attainable, he would have it a lot easier.

 

After living for such a long time, he had witnessed a lot of cruelties, sins. They didn’t leave his mind, whenever he hadn’t pulled his walls up, they would sneak in between the cracks and torment what was left of his soul. Even the wings that started off as white, a possibility for him to go to the side of what was good, slowly became dark and his chances were taken away from him. What he saw in the underworld corrupted his soul, making him think that it was normal to do that what was forbidden, what was looked down upon. His wall had already started to crumble after centuries. He couldn’t keep them out anymore, the ghosts of the past and the present. The memories he so desperately wanted to forget. That what he longed for… gone. Taken into the depths of the darkness. Everything was pitch black, not even a spark that lighted up his soul. The anxiety and loneliness creeping up to him, holding him in their claws without a way out.

 

It only took a few years before he had gotten used to this. This dreadful feeling that didn’t leave his side. The way he changed, even for his siblings to see. They had gotten worried about him as they still had this light inside of them that refused to die out. Wanting to save him but unable to do so. Only being able to look on and hope that somebody would rescue him from this curse casted upon him. The curse that was put there deep inside of his heart by nobody else but his own father. Thinking that if he would lose hope, Bastran would become the king he had always envisioned. Fearless, merciless. A monster created by his own hands.

 

Having walked down this road for who knew how long. Ah, it started again. After having been in the presence for a small light, these demons inside of him tried to blow it out again. Trying their hardest with their coldest breath, afraid to lose grip on what they had been holding on so tightly. That what could save Bastran. Filling his mind with the loneliest nights in the underworld. Softly embracing him, attaching themselves onto his skin.

 

His smile faded as he stretched out his arms so he could feel Ezekiel. The heat radiating onto his fingertips. Tingling. His eyes’ fire started to die out once more as he knew he couldn’t hold onto this person for too long now that he got back to his senses. This human still had a life for himself, making his own decisions, choosing his own path. He had no right to get in the way of that. Only until the bond was broken, only until then he would be by Ezekiel’s side. That was what he promised to himself. The last thing he wanted was to drag an innocent being in his world that would break him. A sad smile was shown as he leaned into the other, placing his lips ever so gently onto the male’s. It almost seemed that he was afraid to break Ezekiel.

 

He didn’t know what triggered this mind-set. Was it because of the cat? The human? Or was it the short moment of happiness that he had felt? He didn’t know.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel blinked down at the demon below him; what...the hell was that look for? It worried him how quickly that smile seem to fade from Bastran's face, how his fiery eyes dimmed down to a dull red. Okay, did he do something? Why was the idiot looking at him like that? It made his chest burn and constricted into itself. He even had the abrupt urge to hold the prince close and shield him from whatever was causing that damn look on his face. (Damn it, why was all or this confusing shit happening? Why did he feel responsible for what ever the fresh fuck was happening to the demon?) The sad smile Bastran gave him did very fucking little to erase his worry. (Why was he so suddenly worried about a demon prince, he can handle his own fucking mid life crisis.)

 

He blinked once, twice, before returning the kiss. (Why the hell was it so damn gentle, like the prince was afraid of breaking him or something?) It made something chilling settle in his lower abdomen while a contradicting warmth blossomed in his chest. What the hell is he suppose to be feeling right now? Ezekiel was happy (not fucking thrilled) that he was kissing the prince, however, he didn't like the context of it. What should he do? Moving back, he looked down at Bastran, a small frown on his lips as he moved his hands to caress the demon's face. "Why do you look like that?" He asked, voice low as if afraid to speak any louder. Seriously, what the actual fuck is this roller coaster of bullshit today?

 

Swallowing down his pride, he lowered himself so that he was fully on the prince's lap. Chest pressing against the other's with each shallow breath he took. How is this demon able to affect him like this? It's only been a day! Why does he give a fuck if the demon had some internal crisis or some shit? It's not his fucking problem! (It became your problem when we summoned him, you shut your shit spitting mouth right now.) Albus has moved towards the head of the bed, siting only a foot away from their heads and staring on. No longer glaring but seeming to be interested in their interaction. Something keenly similar to human sympathy on the feline's features.

 

"What? Did something happen or some shit, Bastran?" He hated how curious it made him, and yet Ezekiel still finds himself asking the demon what was wrong. Even feeling a bit panicked that maybe he could be the cause of it all. (Shit, is he the reason the demon was sad? Did the prince miss his home that much? Damn it now he feels like pure shit right now!) Leaning forward ever so slightly, he pressed his forehead against the other's, hating how his heart jumped and leaped at being so close to the demon (again) even though he was attempting to comfort the prince.

[Z3N]

Bastran felt a warmth spreading across his body once again, however it wasn’t the fire he felt from when he was younger. The passion he had then was almost gone by now as well as his hope in people. All creatures alike. He did feel more alive in the presence of Ezekiel yet he couldn’t grasp it completely as if something was stopping him from doing so. The curse as his siblings called it had already consumed most of him, being unable to enjoy him for the full one hundred percent. It was that kind of emptiness that made him at a loss about what to do with himself, with how he should live his life right now. For the future, he didn’t know if he would still make it in one piece. Already covered in scars from battle which were clearly visible under the moonlight, the thin silver lines decorating his skin.

 

Humming softly at the words from Ezekiel. “I guess my scars started to sting after remembering some things from the past.” He responded to the other, his voice rather calm by now as he tried to compose himself. His fingertips sliding the piece of clothing away from his chest as the moonlight was shining upon him through the window. Scars in the form of a cross ran over the space where his heart was supposed to be. When I was in battle, years before you were born, we got into a war with angels. One of their archangels played dirty and stabbed his spear right through me here. It was a miracle that I was still alive after that. So sometimes I’ll remember it.” He said, not mentioning the fact that when he was happy for a longer period of time, it would start to sting as he hadn’t forgiven himself for the demon he was.

 

“I don’t miss home, but I can’t stay here either since I’m the firstborn who’s supposed to take over.” He commented, a more natural smile returning for a split second before squeezing the other’s thighs reassuringly. “If I had the choice I would like to see more of this place with you.” His words were honest as he didn’t hate spending his time with this human who weirdly enough resembled someone from his past. Sitting up so he could hug the other, hands wrapped around the male’s waist ever so tenderly.

 

“Are you that worried about me? Aren’t I just a shitty demon as you made clear before?” He said in a provoking tone of voice as he started to become himself again. It were those small depressions however that could make things a lot more awkward which was the case in the underworld. He wasn’t one to act like that, he guessed that it was just a moment of weakness since he hadn’t felt this kind of attraction to anyone in ages. If only he could just stay here on earth but if he did so, he would bring the human in danger as angels would be alarmed and cause a ruckus.

[Theseus]

He never really wanted to comfort anyone before, Ezekiel was a firm believer of minding his own damn business. And if the person was having a shit day, or even some mental crisis, why should he go in and help? It had nothing to do with him and he could give less of a damn. So why, when he sees such a look in Bastran's eyes, he wants to reach out and see what's wrong? To ask the other if there was anything he could do to ease whatever pain he was feeling, whatever thoughts were hurting him so drastically? Realistically, he shouldn't want to help a fucking demon. Let alone one he barely knows (which he keeps stating because it seems his dumb ass self always forgets that very important detail). Yet here he was, waiting for the demon to answer, wanting to see if he could help in one way or another. Merlin, this is becoming frustrating, how easily he's wrapped around the prince's finger.

 

Ezekiel's frown deepened; his scars? The demon doesn't seem like the type to have any, physical ones that is. Then again, who the hell is he to think that? It's not like they fucking met before, nor like they actually know each other. Still, the idea that Bastran was physically harmed in some way. . .it didn't sit well with him. He moved back to give the other room, watching as the prince lifted his shirt to reveal the scar on the skin of his chest. It looked...like it was deep. The form itself took that of a cross (the irony), not like any normal scar he's seen before. It only made it more evident how different the both of them were. With a lump in his throat, Ezekiel hesitantly reached out and traced the scar lightly with the tips of his fingers. There was a war between the demon's and angels? Does anyone else know about this? (They probably talked about it in class, which he barely attends as it is.) He's actually really surprised the Earth wasn't fucking obliterated from that war between Heaven and Hell. Small miracles.

 

It felt like his heart dropped at the demon's next words, solidifying what he's been telling himself this whole time. Right, the demon needs to go back home. He has a responsibility. He can't stay here. He can't stay here. Even if Ezekiel keeps telling himself that, reminding his stupid fucking organ of a heart that Bastran even said the same thing (with only one added difference), it still felt like something clawed into his chest and weighed him down. Something with claws cold, unbearable, something he fucking refuses to acknowledge no matter what. Though, just like this whole day, he felt his heart leap at the small confession from the prince. He...He can't just- and with a fucking smile!? Ezekiel quickly sat up, still firmly planted on the other's lap, face turning a brilliant red as he stuttered.

 

"Y-you can't just fucking-!" Why did this bastard have to say that?! He can't just say he has to leave no matter what then tell him he wants to stay with him! It's not good for either of them! It's not good for his heart, which was fluttering like the traitorous bitch that it was. He wants to fucking kill that damn demon. Ezekiel froze when Bastran sat up with him, wrapping his arms around his waist in a tender embrace. Stop, he wanted to say. He wanted him to stop making him feel this way, to stop fucking making his emotions go up and down, to stop treating him so sweetly like this. He balled up his fists, setting them firmly on the other's shoulders as he tried to calm himself. Maybe even attempt to will his blush away. (Which was shitty attempt.)

 

"Of course not you fucking bitch," Ezekiel (tried to) denied, looking away from that provoking smile that was still on the demon's lips (his very kissable lips-). He hates him, he hopes he fucking slips on the stairs and dies with his shitty attitude and his fucking bullshit smirks and everything else he loathes about him! Lowering his head, he rested his forehead against the prince's collarbone. Why the hell was the demon talking about himself like that? (He wasn't exactly wrong but still.) Granted, why the hell was he worried about that? He calls the demon names all the time. But for the demon to acknowledge, and even accept such insults, made his worry increase. "Yeah, you're a shitty demon." He muttered, fingers now digging into the cloth of the shirt Bastran was wearing as his voice lowered even more. "But you're my shitty demon."

[Z3N]

Bastran grinned as he looked at the confused Ezekiel who didn’t seem to get what was going on, not with his feelings nor the situation. It was to be expected if all of this came crashing down upon someone without any warning ahead. Even for a demon, something like this would be even hard to imagine, not having expected that he would actually be summoned to Earth at this day and age. It was hard to believe that humans still had the knowledge of ancient summonings in their possession. Those books were hard to destroy but he thought they would’ve locked it away somewhere, in a place that was hard to find. But here they were, stuffed into some dusty old library that gave access to pretty much everyone. Sometimes he really didn’t get how humans could’ve survived for this long already by the endless mistakes they made.

 

Hearing what the guy said next though, made him blink fast. Did the human just try to express his sympathy or what was going on right now? Yet he didn’t hate it, it was quite the opposite honestly. “Oh? So you want me to stay with you after all?” He said with a smug face. Turning his head slightly to the side so his lips were near Ezekiel’s ears. “Also, if you say that kind of stuff so unexpectedly, you’ll turn me on again.” He whispered in a husky voice, blowing softly into the other’s ear with a confident smile. It was indeed true that this could make him go on a high but he composed himself so he wouldn’t destroy the human at once with his stamina. His experience didn’t make it any better either.

 

After that, he let go of the human and fell onto his back on the bed. “I might be able to sleep after all.” He murmured, his eyes closing themselves slowly as he was more tired than he thought he was. His body felt heavy and within only a few moments he was out of it. For the first time in a while, he didn’t have any nightmares nor dreams in his sleep, resting in peace as if the human allowed him to do so. All the tensions seeping out of his body that had been building itself up along the years. Well, at least a huge part of it as he hadn’t slept well until now.

 

[Morning]

 

Woken up by the rays of sun that shone through the window, he squinted his eyes towards the sunlight as it felt like he was being burned alive but without the pain. Feeling the annoying textile on his body which made him get out of his shirt. He paused when he took a hold of his pants as he remembered that he was on Earth now and not in his place. “He will probably be shocked if I did…” He muttered silently under his breath as he glanced over to Ezekiel. Huffing before getting out of bed and made his way downstairs as he craved for something to eat. But since the cuisine of this world was different, he decided to get some help. With a flick of his fingers, a cookbook appeared which was used in the human realm. Scanning through it quickly before he caught sight of something good.

 

Flicking another time to make the ingredients appear in front of them. Teleported from one of the grocery stores nearby and into the kitchen without a spare thought. Though he kept in mind to give them a tip when he would visit them the next time. Miso soup, steamed rice and grilled fish [salmon]. With the instructions displayed in the cookbook and even tips on how to use the equipment in the kitchen, he started preparing breakfast in quite a flashy style. Even wearing a black laced apron he had received from his sister as a joke. Because she would be mad to throw it away, he stored it somewhere in his portable inventory that could be summoned anytime, anywhere.

 

It didn’t take too long before the aroma started to spread throughout the house.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel keeps finding himself questioning what the fucking hell is going on with him. For example; why in the fucking hell is he so damn worried about the demon's sudden mid life crisis? The prince is annoying at best and an asshole he's willing to go to jail for attempted murder for at his worse. (Let's be honest here, he's fucking scrawny next to Bastran and has no to very little access to his magic. He'd probably lose a limb and his dignity before he could even put a fucking scratch on the bastard.) His eyes widened when he heard the evident smugness in the demon's voice. Well then, he's leaving. Like, now. He's not going to deal with that damn demon knowing too much about how he's feeling right now.

 

Him wanting Bastran to stay? Please, he can't wait until that fucker is gone and out of his damn life. (His very boring, very lonely life where his only companion is an over weight cat. Okay too damn real, he doesn't need this.) Ezekiel felt his body heat up; what the hell is wrong with this horny ass demon? Who in the right hell has such a high libido?! They just had sex, doesn't the bastard have a damn recovery time or some shit? (He hates how the fact that Bastran is ready to go another round made his body tense up delightfully because fuck that he won't give the prince the fucking privilege to know that affected him!)

 

A shudder trailed down his spine when the demon blew air in his ear, a low whine slowly bubbling up in his throat as he leaned his head to the side unconscionably to give the other more space and- what the actual fuck? He swallowed the noise down because why the hell is that turning him on!? Ezekiel moved back with every intention on choking Basttan out, when the other released him and laid out on the bed as if he didn't just assaulted his ear. Asshole.

 

Wait sleep? Was this bastard about to sleep? No, no he's not going to sleep after doing that to him right? Right? However, as he looked down at the demon beneath him, seeing his breath even out with a slow rise and fall in his chest, he wanted to kill him. This demon prince has the audacity to just whisper dirty shit in his ear then go straight to bed. Ezekiel lifted a pillow hovering it over the demon's face with the intention to smother Bastran while he slept. But then he caught sight of Albus, who looked back at him with intense judgement. He narrowed his eyes; "What?" This fat-ass has no right to judge him, the cat also wants to murder the prince so what the Merlin is that look for?

 

They stared each other down for a couple minutes before Ezekiel threw the pillow onto the floor with a heavy sigh. Stupid judgemental cat, stupid horny demon. With a huff, he lifted himself from the other's lap. Plopping down next to him and turning onto his side, back towards the demon. He hopes the prince drowns in his own spit in his sleep while he's at it. Ezekiel closed his eyes, breathing deeply as darkness took over his sight.

He was playing in the sand box, digging into it to see if it would go to China like the kids in his class thinks. He doesn't know how old he was consciously, maybe eight at most? He doesn't really remember playing in the sandbox. To be honest, there was a lot he doesn't remember. It was bright all around him, yet he can feel a soft breeze. A voice called out to him, he couldn't make out any words but, it sounded amused about what he was doing. He answered, he doesn't know what he said but he knows he did answer in one way or another.

 

Voice had an up and down tilt to it now, it was laughing. For some reason Ezekiel didn't like the sound of it, it was like the voice was making fun of what he was doing. He pouted, halting his digging as he felt embarrassed for believe the kids in his class. They were always saying bad things any way, so he doesn't know why he believed them. Now he's making fun of him. The voice spoke once more but it was softer, gentle. Ezekiel felt a hand caress his head before ruffling his hair, which he swatted at and yet he smiled gingerly. A small laugh bubbling up as he looked towards the voice and saw--.

 

Ezekiel, slowly opened his eyes, blinking once, twice, three times at the brightness in his room before groaning and burying his face into a pillow. Fuck, he really did fall asleep. But for how long though? He turned his head to see that Bastran was gone, in his spot being Albus lying on his side and purring sweetly in his sleep. Stupid fucking cute cat. He sat up, yawning as he rubbed at his eyes. The sun was out but it was too fucking early for him to be awake right now. This is complete bullshit. Moving his hands into his lap, he sighed; it was that dream again. When he was nine all the way until he was thirteen, he's had dreams of being at the park playing with someone but he could never see them, never even hear their voice. This is the first time in years he had that dream again. But why now?

 

Ezekiel began to wonder before something delicious filled his nose; food. Wait food? He frowned, picking up his deadbeat cat and moving the feline onto a discarded shirt (why is there a damn shirt on the bed?) towards the center of the bed so that it wouldn't fall before standing up and walking out the room. The smell was getting strong down stairs. The hell? It's too early for mystery shit. His stomach growled its disagreement. Bitch. Dragging his feet down the stairs, he followed the aroma of food all the way into the living room and towards the kitchen before halting to a stop.

 

Bastran was cooking. In an apron. With lace. Bastran was cooking in the kitchen with a black lace apron on. It was taking his mind a long while to catch up with what he was seeing. Was he still dreaming? He had to be! Wait no why the fuck would he dream about this?! Ezekiel moved a hand up to his face to pinch his cheek, and when he did so sharp pain jolted him. Causing in to hiss lowly and rub at the red mark he made on his face. Holy wet dream, Batman. He was fucking awake. He..He doesn't know what to do; he wanted fucking food, but he was too busy staring at the way the lace apron framed the demon's body and- holy fresh hell he didn't have a shirt on. Heat started to pool in his face and travel downwards, warming up his whole body and stirring something else inside of him awake.

 

It's too early for this bullshit.

[Z3N]

The smell was pretty good so that already meant something, now what was left was the taste of it. Taking a sip from the miso soup which had a particular taste of its own yet it wasn’t all too bad, he actually liked it even. The fish was nice and the rice was ordinary since it wasn’t all too special. Taking the fish from the grill and placing it on the plates, now the only thing that was left was the soup which needed a little more time to be at the right temperature. Licking his lips, the lingering aftertaste of the vegetables was nice, making him anticipate it even more.

 

Hearing the footsteps from behind him, making it known that one of the two inhabitants of this building had arrived. Taking a moment to turn around as he didn’t want the soup to be messed up, only to see Ezekiel’s cheek turning a red colour. Raising an eyebrow as he didn’t know what was going on. Did the guy just punch himself, though it was more the mark of a pinch. Was it one of the habits of the human or was it something else? After some consideration, he decided to just not ask about it as he didn’t want to go into a weird discussion. Who knew where it would even end up. But it could be funny as well… No, just don’t ask.

 

The thing was, the place where the other was pinched wasn’t the only thing that became a red colour. Noticing the way the guy was eyeing him from tip to toe, especially the bare skin that came from behind the apron. “Checking me out so early in the morning already?” He commented teasingly. The human was quite obvious with his actions too. Putting the soup on a lower fire and covering the fish so that it wouldn’t go cold as fast. Leaning back on the counter, making his apron shift, revealing one of his perky nipples. Crossing his arms as he looked at the other, feeling like he had an achievement by making the guy react this way. Proud about himself for doing so with only this. Maybe he should wear this once in a while to stir the male up.

 

“Do you want to eat your food first or would you rather have something else?” He asked, letting his hands move to the counter so his entire body was visible. The apron being slightly see-through as well.

[Theseus]

It was now just a fight between his stomach and staring at the demon cook, and the second option was winning by a fucking long shot. Ezekiel couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the prince's back shifted with each movement, how the muscle contracted then relax as he shifted from one foot to another to attend to whatever the fuck he was cooking. Merlin it's really too damn early for this right now! He should be focused on feeding himself! Not on whatever the fuck the idiot was wearing right now! Yet he still finds himself staring, vaguely thinking to himself if the apron was soft to the touch against the demon's skin. God, what if he just walked over there and said screw food? Maybe even trail his fingers against the- where was he going with this?!

 

Ezekiel jolted when the demon spoke to him, quickly shifting his eyes up and pretending (failing because he knows his whole damn face is red) he wasn't thinking about every way in the book on how to properly tear off an apron. Nope, not at all. He was just...thinking about food. Delicious, smooth, tone-. He stuttered; he was not checking him out! It was-it was just weird that the demon has a fucking apron is all! Where did he even get the apron in the first place? He doesn't remember seeing it before now! Ezekiel scoffed, trying very hard to calm himself down because he was still very sleepy. Meaning his sense of judgment and decision making is utter shit right now. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to steer the conversation towards food, when Bastran turned around.

 

Oh my god it's see through. He swallowed, throat abruptly feeling dry. He couldn't help but take it all in, now that the demon was fully facing him and...his eyes zeroed in on the perky nipple proudly displayed. It's too early for this, it's too early for this, it's too fucking early for this shit. Ezekiel nearly choked when the prince crossed his arms, muscles bulging up and against his chest and god he wants to kill him. He really, really, wants to reach out and touch. Who the hell needs food? Weaklings do, and he is in no way one. He could just grab Bastran and- and he is not finishing that thought.

 

But, don't they have all day (his mind fucking argues), the demon did say that today he could have the day off. So wouldn't that mean he has time to do whatever he wants? Ezekiel rubbed at his face, trying to ease the rapid thoughts beating against his damn skull. Eat first, or have Bastran? Or just eat and not even give the bastard the joy? Fuck, but he really wants to touch that horned pervert thanks to him blue-balling him last night. (Which is fueling the second option with spite.) But...fuck his head. Ezekiel licked his lips, weighing his options, until his stomach growled its annoyance for being ignored. First option, then.

 

"Food," his voice was rough from sleep, lower than usual. "Food first." Yeah, yeah that works. He could just eat fist then afterwards he'll be more awake to scold the demon on fucking dressing up in his damn kitchen in order to cook. Even though Ezekiel said his answer, he still found himself staring at the prince's form, as if wanting to commit it to memory. Shit, he's still standing there. Say something else and go sit down or something! "I'm .. I'll just...fucking..," he stuttered, walking backwards to go wait in the living room. Stumbling over his own feet two (three) times before turning and practically sprinting towards the couch and burying his head into the pillows. Smooth. Really smooth. He's smoother than butter.

[Z3N]

Seeing the faint movements that Ezekiel made, just by using words that told the truth about the male’s situation was truly amusing. Feeling the eyes upon him, it felt like he was being undressed on the spot. Ok, perhaps it was a turn-on for Bastran as well for being watched like that. Who wouldn’t feel that way when they liked someone? What would it be like if he pulled out the bunny outfit that was way too revealing? That one he got from his brother after having lost a bet. It honestly covered barely anything. Straps that were supposed to cover his nipples and a bit of cloth for his private parts, stocking to make it even more provoking plus the bunny ears on top. Not to forget to mention that his butt cheeks were merely separated by a thin rope, a fluffy tail above. Like a bad Halloween outfit.

 

When the other suddenly decided for the food, Bastran tilted his head to the side as he didn’t think the male would’ve been able to resist. Interesting. Chuckling as Ezekiel stumbled over his words ever so nonchalantly before running away once again. The guy was pretty good at that. Shrugging as he wasn’t going to leave it at that. Taking a look at the soup which was finished. Taking some bowls where he poured it into, placing it onto the small kitchen table together with the fish and rice. Putting some pickled vegetables on the side as he read that it was best like that. It being crispy would be a nice difference. Almost forgetting to play the soy sauce on the table if they wanted to pour a little over the fish.

 

Stretching out his arms in the air before walking towards the living room where Ezekiel could be found. Luckily the cat couldn’t be spotted, but just in case, he placed a small barrier over the table so the damn animal wouldn’t jump on there. One of the few perks of being a demon. Leaning over the couch so he could look over the buried head of Ezekiel who was in one of his odd moods again. “Breakfast is ready.” He commented, poking the male’s side teasingly. “Or did you already change your mind?” He asked, leaning in closer but pulling back soon after, moving to the kitchen again where he sat down on one of the chairs.

 

The cat of course had smelled the food and was in some kind of confused state as it was constantly knocked back by the shield. Rolling his eyes as he didn’t want to be too mean towards the animal as it could take its revenge in a way that he wouldn’t expect. Taking one of the leftover pieces of salmon, placing it on the floor so the cat could indulge himself. Lifting the barrier so Ezekiel would be able to eat as well. “I looked it up from a cookbook and it said that this was some kind of traditional breakfast of this country? I hope it’ll taste fine…” He explained to Ezekiel once the other sat down. He did put his full concentration into this as he wasn’t used to all of the equipment but he managed somehow. At least he didn’t put the whole place in fire.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel wondered if he could suffocate himself if he laid his face in the cushions of the couch for a certain amount of time. Considering there is no way in hell he was going to go back and deal with that embarrassing exit he just did in front of Bastran of all people. But it wasn't his fault! The damn prince somehow found a fucking see-through apron (with lace of all things, he reminds himself) and decides to, once again, offer himself up so easily like he did last night! His mind can't keep up with all this so early in the damn morning! Groaning, Ezekiel grabbed a pillow and covered the back of his head. Feeling his body become more and more aware as the seconds ticked by.

 

Hopefully the demon would've taken that sinful outfit off when breakfast is done. He doesn't even think he would be able to eat with that fucking apron staring back at him, teasing him. Luring him in. Stupid perverted shitty demon. Sighing heavily when he heard said shitty prince, he lifted the pillow to peak up at Bastran. Why is this shitty asshole poking him? He swatted at the offending appendage touching his side, hating how he squirmed from the teasing poke because who in the hell has sensitive sides? (Apparently him for some Merlin forsaken reason or another.) Change his mind-? Ezekiel's eyes widened, face burning lowly as the prince leaned into his space. Oh. Oh shit are...is he about to-? He felt his heart pick up in pace, something warm spreading throughout his body as his mind slowed to a halt. Okay so maybe breakfast can wait, he's not entirely against skipping food at all. Nope.

 

And that ass still has that damn apron on. Just as he shifted his body to move into action, the prince retreated backwards. Moving into the kitchen with a nonchalant demeanor. What is with this hellish blue-balling?! Growling, Ezekiel grabbed the pillow from on top of his head and threw it at Bastran's retreating back. It fell two feet from its target. Fucking perfect. He laid on his back, seething; he should go back upstairs and let that idiot's food go to waste out of pure spite. Asshole constantly teasing him like it was nothing, this is bullshit. His stomach argue once more with a low groan, as if determined to stay firm with its choice of wanting food. Ugh, fine.

 

Sitting up and standing from the couch, Ezekiel stomped towards the kitchen with a glare. Glancing at his cat who was seeming to be jumping up and down in place. Okay then? It's too early for him to figure out what's going on right now. Turning his gaze towards the food laid out before him, he felt himself nearly whine. If he thought the food only smelled amazing, he was so damn wrong. It looked delicate, colorful, and delicious as fuck. It was a traditional breakfast of Miso soup with sides of white rice and salmon. How does Bastran even know how to make Miso soup? Wait, when did he even have enough food in this place to make is in the first place? "Hmm." Frowning, he sat down in puzzlement as he continued to stare at the food. A cookbook? He had a cookbook?

 

Shaking his head, he started with the Miso soup. Taking a tentative sip of the broth from a spoon he used and holy hell this tastes amazing! Ezekiel's eyes lit up as he licked his lips before diving into the soup with intent to devour it. "Holy shit," he moaned between each bite, closing his eyes as he whined at the next taste. How long has it been since he had this? Months? Years? Yeah, he really wants to keep the demon now that he's tasted his cooking. Fuck being responsible for all of Hades, he's keeping the demon prince chained in his kitchen to cook for him for the rest of his life damn it.

[Z3N]

Bastran heard something fall down on the ground behind him. It didn’t sound like it was a hard object, but rather soft. A light thud. Probably a pillow since Ezekiel had surrounded his head with them out of embarrassment. The kid might just have a heart attack one of these days for being so on edge for even the smallest things, making it even harder for Bastran to behave in front of the other when he had so many opportunities. He could make Ezekiel angry at him again if he didn’t know his limits, but the human should know better to not give him so many chances to tease. Sighing softly as he sat down at the table, waiting patiently for the other to arrive. Eyes eyeing the cat who was feasting on the piece of salmon it received in order to not make the animal go on a rampage as he was warned before.

 

The food that was in front of him looked better than he thought it would. Not doing anything special with it really, only following what was written down in the cookbook which was the easiest way to go. Though if there was a recipe that lacked flavour he would start experimenting with it which could result in making it better or worse. Rubbing his chin as he looked around the kitchen which was pretty clean. In his world, commoners didn’t mind cleaning as much, as long as it was liveable. Of course when it got too much, they would put an effort into it but that was about it. Guessing that it was a difference of culture on that area. The houses of the rich however were kept clean at all times in order to give guests a pleasant view of their home.

 

When Ezekiel eventually got to the kitchen and sat down at the table, Bastran gestured to the other to taste the food. Looking a little worried if it would taste as good as it smelled. However that wasn’t the only thing he was focused on. Supporting his head upon the palm of his hand as he watched the other absorb the food eagerly, indicating that the food was indeed good. Lucky. He didn’t think he would do this fine on his first try of human food. It was similar to his world’s but it was still different in a way. It was nice to prepare something new, something he hadn’t tried before such as miso soup. Taking up his spoon and taking a sip from the soup, nodding lightly as he approved of it himself. It had a particular taste but it wasn’t bad.

 

Mixing everything together which made it better in his opinion, making his way through at a steady pace. However under the table, something else was going on. His foot moving towards Ezekiel’s ankle, moving over it lightly a couple of times. “Ah, I forgot you were excited about this other thing as well.” Bastran commented with a cheeky grin on his face, knowing very well that he would irritate the other once more. Moving up higher so he would press softly against Ezekiel’s crotch. “Don’t worry I didn’t forget about it. Ah, but you’ll have to finish your food first before we can do anything. I put my effort into it after all, it would be sad if you didn’t finish everything.” He commented, leaning forwards so his apron would go looser on his chest.

[Theseus]

It was a bit nostalgic, the way the Miso soup tasted. Even how Ezekiel is eating at the dinning table, which he hasn't done in Merlin knows how long. He would go as far as to say a couple of years at least. His mother hasn't been the cooking type for a while, but, now that he thinks about it, has she ever? Still eating the warm soup, he glanced over at Bastran, wondering how in the hell a demon prince learned how to cook? Doesn't the asshole have servants for that? So what the hell? Also, since he's like, Satan's son, shouldn't he be learning how to ruin lives and kill and not how to be the perfect housewife?

 

(Not that he was actively trying to learn more about the prince, or thinking about how the idiot was like a wife cooking for him in the morning. He was just, comparing. That's it.)

 

Moving his gaze towards Albus, a faint smile appeared on his face as he watched the overweight feline devour the piece of salmon on the floor. Huh, did the demon feed that to him? Ezekiel hopes this was some hint at the two idiots getting along in the near future, even thought he doesn't know how long the prince would be here. He paused; yeah, they both know the only reason Bastran is still remaining here is to fulfill his most inner desire (he still thinks it's bullshit and demands to personally talk to the fuckwad who wrote the ritual), however, how long would that take? It already feels so different waking up to someone cooking for him, hell, it was strange as fuck to have someone other than his mom worry about his well-being. Then again, he even has his doubts from time to time with her because well, she's always gone. Besides the point, it feels like there some unknown time limit looming over them. And, it was (scary) annoying.

 

Reaching over, Ezekiel used a fork to stab into a piece of salmon before guiding it into his mouth. Holy fuck. This is just a fish but it taste so damn good, like it was melting in his mouth! His eyes started to flutter close as he chewed the piece of food in his mouth, greedily licking his lips when he swallowed. He's making Bastran cook for him everyday and the asshole better not disagree. Moving to reach for another piece, he paused, feeling a foot against his ankle. Frowning softly in confusion, he raised his eyes towards the demon. What other thing was this idiot talking about? All he could think about was the food-.

 

Ezekiel's right leg jerked up when that same foot gingerly pressed against his member, hitting his knee on the wood of the table as a hiss feel past his lips (both from pain and something else he's too proud to name). What the fucking hell?! He could feel his face burning (why does this asshole make him blush all the damn time?! It's irritating!), he fucking forgot about the damn apron. Finish his food first? Who the hell does this perverted demon think he his? His mother? Wait, no, his mom should not be popping into his head while a demon's foot is resting snugly against his crotch.

 

Also why his foot? With an embarrassed growl, Ezekiel grabbed the offending appendage by the ankle, yelling; "You little. . Then don't fucking do this while we're at the-!" his eyes zeroed in on the black apron, the material becoming looser around the prince's form as he moved forwards. As if fucking teasing him. "Table. .," he finished in a mutter.

[Z3N]

Seeing Ezekiel reside in pleasure when eating the food, Bastran felt a little proud about himself as he was the one to prepare this breakfast for the first time in his life. Well, human food that was. There were similarities with the underworld, some were even the same but there were those that didn’t exist in this world and vice versa. There were things like Pressure-Fried Abyss Seal, Dragonturtle Waffles, Tea-Smoked Ice Frigatebird, Steamed Hell Penguin, etc. Humans of course would be shocked upon hearing those names, but where Bastran came from they were considered to be delicacies, it could easily compete with the food on Earth. They just had to get used to the weird flavours just like he did in this world. The miso soup had a particular taste that couldn’t be found in the underworld, hence why he didn’t know if he really liked it or not, but it wasn’t bad.

 

As he put some pressure onto Ezekiel’s crotch, enough for the other to feel him, the guy crashed his knee against the piece of furniture. Grinning as the human was utterly confused about what was happening again. Well, it was the guy’s fault in the first place for reacting like that on an apron. He didn’t even have boobs yet he got the reaction he wanted, having to admit that it was even better than he thought. Blame it on his incubus side for being like this, he couldn’t help it. Licking his lips, tasting some of the salmon which was nicely salted. Prickling his senses, leaning forward so he could have a better look.

 

“Hmmm? So you don’t like doing it here? Never thought about fucking your partner against the counter? It could be pretty exciting since there’s a window at the sink, though it’ll be hard to look inside unless they’re passing by.” He commented, moving his foot slightly around, switching his pressure in order to tease the other fully. Grinning mischievously as he waited for the other to finish up his food which was nearing the border of his plate. Resting his head upon the palm of his hand, his apron shifting as it was made looser. “Also, I’ve read somewhere that some couples let their partner dress up into something sexy like a maid or nurse, even a school uniform? Are you into that?” Bastran asked, curiosity striking as he wanted to know about Ezekiel more.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel can feel his body heating up, a fog going over his head that wasn't out of drowsiness. Damn it, how does this bastard have this kind of power over him? He was just touching him with his foot and yet here he was fucking twitching from it! He tried as best as he could to glare at Bastran, a pathetic attempt really since his face was a brilliant red and his breath was trembling. Stupid fucking demon asshole doing this shit in the middle of breakfast. If he knew this was the shit that was going to great him, Ezekiel would've stayed in bed for the rest of the week. (That's a damn lie. If he was told that early morning the prince would be wearing a see through lace apron he would've actively set his alarm to see the sight. Not that.. ..he likes the sight. It's just..funny to see. Like, the asshole is cooking for him like a wife. A wife he wants. Don't you fucking dare.)

 

His eyes widened; was.. was Bastran talking dirty to him now? A shudder racked his body at the image the other provided; the damn demon leaning against the counter, apron bunched up and barely covering his decency as he looked back over his shoulder at him practically begging for him to-. It's too goddamn early for this kind of shit! A moan fell past Ezekiel's lips at the added pressure to his cock, his hips involuntarily jerking up against the prince's foot. Damn it, he needs to stay composed! But, that fucking foot was moving around and -"Ngh," biting back a moan, his head lulled forward as his eating utensil dropped from his hand in a clatter- he doesn't think he's going to last. He can feel his cock stiffening and straining against the front of his sweatpants.

 

It's too fucking early for this bullshit. Ezekiel was still holding the demon's ankle, stuck between pushing the offending appendage off or pulling it closer. He's going to kill Bastran, maybe bury him in the park with his stupid fucking apron and his mysterious appearing cookbook. Maybe even put a headstone that says 'Here Lies FuckAss: Good Riddance'. Wait. Jerking his head up, he stuttered: "C-Couple!?" Was, was the asshole comparing them to couples? Is he calling them a couple? When the Merlin balls was this established!? Fuck, he could feel his heart flutter. Fucking organ with no sense of judgement. (More importantly, what the actual hell was Bastran reading to get that information.?Fucking perverted demon.) Ezekiel opened and closed his mouth, he wanted to deny that it was a turn on though, seeing the prince in that loose fitting apron...

 

Okay so maybe it was! But that doesn't mean he has to tell that idiot! It's none of his damn business! "Why the fuck would I tell you my kinks," he growled (whined, fucking foot), biting his lip to swallow down another moan. (Was it just him or was the apron looser now?) Okay he needs to stop this. With some reluctance that he won't admit ever, he pushed Bastran's foot away. Leveling the prince with eyes of a predator before snarling; "Wait until after breakfast. Then I want you to strip down in nothing but that fucking apron and bend over that counter."

 

It was just to make the demon stop. Yeah, yeah it's not like he was actually planning on doing anything to the other. He just.. wants to finish eating. (Who the hell is he trying lie to, him wanting that pervert to stop only made up about fucking 20% at most. God, Bastran is rubbing off on him. In more ways than one. You- fucking shut the hell up!)