Jewelry (pt 4)

Oh, we were finally alone. Finally, after all this time, I could focus on his words. I wouldn't necessarily mind what was coming next, I know that for a fact. My mind was already conjuring up those images, things so sweet. Yet, more scenarios  followed those, scenarios that made me burn pleasantly, scenarios that typically involved body heat, warmth, the feeling of hands on my body, on the side of my face, running through my hair. Hands whose actions mirrored my own, with my own digits pulling at Mammon's locks as our lips entwined, and I could taste the faint flavor of chocolate and mint, something uniquely him. 

I began to close my door behind me, not really looking at what I was doing. My mind was still lost in that wonderland, a beautiful place where I learned of the Mammon who wanted me, and could get to know him well in the future. 

And, of course, to accentuate my growing eagerness to be alone, truly alone, doing what Mammon had spoken of earlier, a boot stopped the door from closing completely. 

I felt like screaming, my face paling once more at the shoe preventing my oncoming destiny.  

"Sweetie," The voice crooned, sugar coated and fake. "That's my foot."  Asmo. Of course, the Avatar of Lust, his namesake seeming to have attracted him to me. Had I thought of Mammon too much, my desire so obvious to Asmodeus that he immediately came to hunt me down? 

Either way, I've never hated Asmo more. 

I opened the door, letting him in with a sigh. I couldn't just shove him out, could I? I may not particularly enjoy his company right now, but I can't be rude. Afterall, Asmodeus to me was kind of like... my bestie, someone I could enjoy doing face masks with and confiding in. Yet, this did mean that, of course, I didn't find him particularly appealing to my more lustful sides. 

So he should get the hell out of my room before I become rude.

"Oh, Asmo."   My tone mimicked his, something equally as rude. "Maybe come back another time?" Yes, come back another time, a time in which I'm not about to be alone in a room with Mammon. 

I raised my eyebrows at the demon, trying to hint at him my intentions. Of course, Asmodeus knew what I meant, I could see it in his eyes- but he ignored it. "Y'know, If you guys were going to be kissing, you should've invited me! Right, MC darling? Mammon?" The two of us blushed, our cheeks becoming a clear cherry red at the straight impact of the other demon's words. Soon enough, Asmo being Asmo, a glossy kiss was planted on my cheek. To smile back at him would be an invitation; me saying I was fine with him interrupting my... date, ready and willing to... join us. 

"Oi, Asmo, get your butt out of here before I take matters into my own hands." Mammon's voice rang out loud and clear in the large, nearly cavernous space that was my room; his hands were planted on his hips in a usual fashion, yet this time, I understood that he meant business. He was asserting his elder-brother dominance, expressing his power to allow Asmo to understand what was happening. 

Asmo straightened himself up for a moment, as if his hackles were raising in defense. He could sense the power, and most likely feel within him the desire to run and cower in his own room. After all, he was a smaller, less powerful demon.

"Fine." Gone was the facade of sweetness, now replaced by an indignant front. Asmodeus turned, making sure to kiss me on the cheek once more before he left, slamming the door behind him. Those actions, of course, were symbolic of much more; the kiss on my cheek, a marking, a show of who I belong to. It was, essentially, Asmodeus leaving a temporary claim on me. 

I sighed, knowing that this could go one of two ways.  

What might happen, is Mammon feeling a wave of envy, something that would make him carnal, dragging me into his arms. 

Or, he could lose interest just as easily, could see the pale peach markings already dried on my face and decide that I'm not worth the time.

Oh god, please not the latter. 

"So, uh..." It's Mammon, his voice here to bring about the next events. "Whaddaya wanna talk about?"