I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark woke up feeling extremely anxious. He had actually fallen asleep deep into the night; the moment the birds began chirping. The reason was that he had spent every second twisting in his bed, sighing and throwing the sheets around. A day with him, that was exactly what Asmodeus had asked of him, surprising him. The red haired human believed that the demon king would simply ask to get what he wanted, for him to drink that remedy. Mark would try and find a way out of it anyways and ask Allias for help if that occurred but the demon just wanted to spend time with him. 

The light coming in from his window woke him up and he frowned. He hid his eyes with his arm, letting out a loud exhale as he remembered that he shouldn't just lay lazily on his bed but get up and get ready. Last night he had also spoken to Allias. His best friend had informed him of Achlys' plan and he remembered shivering as he remembered that vicious woman. They would have to visit the demonic capital and that also meant he would see Asmodeus again. He had believed this day would be the last one, he would just try to forget of this weird encounter after it but fate had other plans. It was obvious he wasn't a very lucky person by now. Every time he said he wanted to avoid something that exact thing would come in his way and he obviously would stumble on it. 

He sat up, agitated with his own thoughts and scratched the back of his head, feeling his red hair retaliate from their usual hair do. There were strands of hair sticking out everywhere from his head and for a second he believed he looked like one of these little troll toys. He stood up, dragging his feet on the wooden floor and headed to the bathroom only to sigh in front of the mirror. He had never really question how attractive he was. Mark had always been popular with girls. Being the athletic type with warm brown eyes and rare red hair everyone took an interest in him easily. He also had a very charming smile. You wouldn't call his appearance the embodiment of stereotypical manliness since his features could be described as soft, his small nose and full lips but he definitely could turn head when he walked confidently in his soccer uniform. 

The thing was that he is always surrounded by extremely handsome people lately. The elves, the wolves, everyone that passed him by looked incredibly beautiful making him think he was mediocre. Where should he begin? Allias and Theseus? These two were legends, with every step they took they emitted dominance and an incredible elegance. Ea and Ares? That couple was like fire and ice. Ares looked like a rebellious teenager that knew how handsome he was and Ea was a very strict soldier that seemed like a bloomed flower. Luke and Mikael had a raw and very earthly beauty. Their buff muscles and sculptured faces could easily be in an underwear ad. Every single one of them looked outworldy while he was simply…a carrot. 

He sighed and splashed his face with some water. Trying to cheer himself up he gave his cheeks a small slap before he tried to calm his hair. They wouldn't just stick down, probably they were as anxious as he was. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink and gave himself a little pep talk. Preparing himself for what may come. 

"Be brave, don't give in because he is handsome. Don't give in because of the wings. Don't give in because of the sexy accent. Don't give in because…." He kept saying with his index finger pointing at the mirror.

"Well I didn't know that I was that attractive." He heard a familiar voice and started, jumped up slightly. His head snapped to the side only to see Asmodeus standing at the door frame his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a pair of worn out, ripped black jeans and a white T-shirt as he looked at Mark with a smirk. "Nice pajamas." He told him, looking at his pants because he wasn't actually wearing a t-shirt. Mark looked down too and gasped. Carrot pajamas. Light blue pants with small little carrots splashed all over them. This is where the thought of him being a carrot came. "They match you." Asmodeus continued to tease him before the human realized what was happening. He had just woken up so it was hard for him to process things early in the morning. He took a step back covering his chest with his arms. 

"Why are you here? How did you get in?" he asked surprised.

"Took you a while, didn't it? I came in through the balcony. They ought to make these things slightly better to be honest. Just a snap of my fingers and they're gone." Asmodeus said proudly and Mark ran at the main bedroom, he stood in front of the balcony door which not existed anymore. He stuttered, weakly pointing at the huge hole in the room. The door had just…disappeared. 

"What- how- what?" mark said stunned and the demon laughed. 

"Here, look" he said and snapped his fingers. The door suddenly was put back into place like nothing had happened. Mark took a few steps towards it and with his fingertips he caressed the cold glass realizing that the door was real and actually back in its original place. The truth was that even though he lived with elves he had never seen such extravagant displays of power. Except of a few teleportations and some simply magic Mark hadn't been exposed to such kind of magic. Magic that would make you blink questioning reality. He turned around and looked at Asmodeus. 

"What can you not do? I mean what are your powers?" He asked him confused and the demon placed his hands in his pockets as he seemed to think for a while. 

"Well, I am one of the Kings of hell so I can do a lot of things. I am the demon of lust so I could say I have a lot of interesting things up my sleeve when it comes to carnal pleasure…" he told him with a smirk and took a few steps towards him, stopping close to him and moving his face close to his ear "…want me to show you? It's my specialty." He said and bit gently Mark's ear making him shiver. 

The red haired boy looked at him like he was seeing a ghost and immediately headed to his closet taking out a t-shirt. He got dressed, earning also a laugh from Asmodeus. The Demon headed towards the door, opening it and he shook his head signaling him that it was time to leave but mark looked at his pajamas and frowned. 

"Get out so I can get dressed in peace." He told him and Asmodeus raised his eyebrow. 

"You can do it with me here. We are both men after all." 

"Yes we are but I do not believe that we have the same intentions." Mark told him and actually placed his palms on his back, intending to push him out. It felt like he was trying to push a huge rock and he even groaned as he put all of his strength. Asmodeus was just standing there with his hands in his pockets, smiling brightly at the entrance. 

"Fine!" Mark said exclaiming and Asmodeus victoriously closed the door. After that he headed on the bed and he sat down supporting himself on his palms, his legs open as he watched Mark with a hungry stare. "Your pose is…your pose is…quite…suggestive" he said and his cheeks slowly were tinted pink. He was holding the hem of his pajamas, unable to take them off as his eyes met Asmodeus'.

"What am I suggesting?" Asmodeus asked him tilting his head to the side with an innocent smile. "I am just comfortable like this. Come on now little human, we don't have all day…actually we do but I have many things planned." 

Mark was annoyed. Asmodeus could read his expression and his act like an open book and he stood there like a small cute mouse being cornered by a cat. He obviously would not let it go so easily nor he would accept defeat. Fuck it. He screamed in his head. You might be a carrot but you are a hot carrot so act like it! He scolded himself as he slowly slid off his pajamas. He stood like this, on his underwear for a while as he looked for a pair of pants, his body slightly bent. After he took out a pair of jeans he grabbed the end of his T-shirt that he had casually wore to hide his body and took it off, passing it over his head and flexing the muscles on his lean body. He desperately wanted to look at Asmodeus and see his expression but he didn't want to seem like he did all these on purpose. After he was dressed he turned around and noticed that now Asmodeus' legs were closed and he was sitting straight, staring at him intensively.

"So what do you have planned for today?" Mark asked him with a cute smile and the demon stood up.

"A lot. If you keep acting like this, we are going to have so much fun." The man whispered. 

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Mark and Asmodeus, simply no words. Mi loves them. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading!