[Name] walked through the doors to his office, he started clearing his desk and was preparing to move to a new location. He had recently got a promotion and was now a COO (Chief Operating Officer). Pondering briefly what dangers he might be up against when trying to protect the brothers, they're already some of the most powerful demons in all of Hell. Do the brothers even need protection?
This task was proving harder than [Name] initially thought, he didn't even know how to protect himself, [Name] furrowed his brow, deep in thought.
(Time Skip)
[Name] walked into the room, it was heavy with tobacco smoke, filled with the sound of obnoxious laughter and loud music, the male crinkled his nose slightly.
'Are you sure this is the right place, Lucian?'
'Yes, sir. I am afraid when you're going through different worlds there are lots of unpleasant things that you have to do. Such as getting your hands dirty and tainted. In more than one way, sir.'
'Will there ever be a chance for me to get home?'
'Until you finish your missions and have gained enough points, only then will you be able to go back to your world, I believe.'
'Oh okay.'
[Name] sighed, rubbing his temples, it seemed as if there wasn't a chance for him to get back. The System, sensing his thoughts, felt the urge to reassure his Host.
'Sir, I can try my very best to plead your case once you finish, alright?'
[Name] opened his eyes and smiled slightly.
'Thank you, Lucian.'
[Name] walked over to the bartender and asked for some 1897 Scottish malt whiskey. Weirdly specific, but it was a favourite of his. [Name] remembered when he was young his father always drank it on a relaxed evening, talking with his family before heading off to bed.
Ignoring the raised eyebrow he got from the bartender, who seemed to be quite young. After an almost shouted 'thank you' [Name] drank quietly, welcoming the soothing burn in the back of his throat and relished in the way his whole body heated up and his head started feeling the buzz.
'I'm supposed to find who again, Lucian?'
'Tsukiyama Asahi. He is one of the most feared mafia leaders in Devildom, although, with his fierce title, he is a reasonable man who protects everyone. He specializes in weaponry of all sorts.'
'Mn, do you know where he is? You said he would be here.'
'He is. I believe he is approaching you right now?'
'What?!'
"Hey kid, what are you doing in a place like this?" asked Tsukiyama.
Tsukiyama watched the kid who was drinking a heavy drink. He was surprised, observing the boy closer. Wanting to know why the kid was drinking so heavily he decided to strike up a simple conversation with the junior.
"I-I wanted to relax."
"Drinking alcohol?" Tsukiyama scrutinised the drink, then the boy. "Bad day, huh?"
"You have no idea."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
[Name] looked at the Tsukiyama from the corner of his eye, a handsome fellow, broad shoulders and a playful smile that seemed to be always ever-present on the other's face, paired with kind eyes. [Name] flinched when the other hand rested heavily on his shoulder, Tsukiyama's eyes caught the action and retracted his hand and hoped to Diavolo [A/N: They're demons and I do not believe it is fitting to use God in this case so I used the current King of Hell's name], that this kid wasn't abused, and that the flinching was just because the other didn't like getting touched.
"Sure," [Name] let out a breath, "I want to protect my loved one and his family. Because th-there has been a lot of political unrest, turmoil, and, honestly, it's terrifying," [Name] knocked back his drink before asking the bartender for another, then stared at Tsukiyama before speaking again, "I don't know the first thing about self-defence or even how to work a weapon."
Tsukiyama nodded along, understanding the feeling of being completely helpless whilst everyone is doing their best to protect you and you can do nothing to help; then you end up becoming a burden even if they say otherwise.
"I understand. If you want, you can come and meet me at the studio on the end of Saint Macabre Road at eight every evening for some self-defence training for three hours!"
"Really?! Thank you, so much!" [Name] was ecstatic, he can finally rake up experience points and be useful to the family.
Checking the time on his phone and sighing, quickly sending a message to Lucifer to tell him that he was going to be home late, which was responded with a disappointed sticker.
"Tough love with your partner?"
"Yeah," [Name] smiled whilst he thought of Desmond's capabilities, "He is so much better and more powerful than me. I can't compare, and even now I don't know what I did to deserve him."
"I'm sure you have your own merits. You may think that you're nothing to him, but I'm sure that he saw something in you that was attractive. I mean, come on, you can make anyone swoon with those [Eye Colour] eyes."
"Thanks for the compliment," [Name] said with a smile.
They started drinking, playing drinking games and [Name] stumbled back home, fumbling with his keys and stumbling through the door unaware that Desmond was hurt because of the heavy alcohol that was surrounding [Name] and the late time the other came home.
"Did you cheat? [Name], answer me," there was a pleading tone in his voice, he hated how vulnerable he sounded.
"N-no. I would never," [Name] grabbed Desmond and brought him close, "I would never choose anyone tha-that isn't you!"
"I'm g-glad," Desmond cursed himself for stuttering, guiding the other up the stairs, "Let's get you to bed."
"Nooooooo!"
They lost balance and fell onto the floor as a heap, [Name] pinned Desmond to the floor and kissed him. Kissing hard. It made Desmond breathless and hot, [Name] got up, dragging Desmond up with him before they entered [Name]'s room.
Desmond grunted when he was thrown onto the bed, going onto his elbows, only to be pushed back down again as [Name]'s body was flush against him, hands roaming.
Desmond moaned as [Name] bit sharply down on his sweet spot. Welcoming the pain. It made him feel alive, so alive in the many millenniums he had been alive.
"You like that?" came the husky whisper from the man on top, "How would you like it tonight?"
Desmond moved his half-naked body slightly and shivered when he saw how [Name]'s eyes darkened until they were a deep shade of [Eye Colour].
(Time Skip)
[Name] woke up and looked over at Desmond's body, he smiled as Desmond's body was littered with marks and hickey's, he was sure that he wasn't faring any better, he smirked when he found that the Intimacy Level was raised by 60 points and he was so grateful that Desmond liked him, or the original goods, but [Name] thought that he may also have a strong attachment to Desmond and would hate to see him hurt.
Desmond woke up with a groan and saw [Name] smiling at him, he blushed slightly and smiled back.
"Shall we take a shower together?"
"Ye-yeah, we should."
They had quite a few rounds in the shower and were almost late to school, they didn't get a chance to eat breakfast as they were going at it like rabbits.
(Time Skip)
Desmond wore a turtleneck and walked with a slight limp the whole day, whilst some of his brothers laughed at his slight struggle Asmo was pestering him about how good [Name] was, to which Desmond gave him a murderous glare and a week of chores.
And for [Name] it was also the day commencing of torturous training.