I Scored Myself A Mate

Kissing. Usually it was a very big deal. Not a peck on the cheek or a slight kiss on the forehead. Those were kisses you could receive everyday and from anyone. A kiss on the lips was different. It was special and usually it held some kind of meaning behind it. From simply attraction with the purpose of carnal pleasure to pure love, a kiss was a sign of emotion. 

Mark viewed kisses very highly, he enjoyed them and he liked to believe he was good at them. The problem was he wasn't very good at rejevitng people. Just like his friend he was a pushover, plainly unable to read a situation when it came down to things like that. 

That was after all the reason he had found himself cornered, next to the window with Mikael's broad figure towering over him. He had studied his face many times. The charming smile and the dark blue eyes. The sun kissed locks and the broad shoulders. If he closed his eyes he could easily picture his face, in full detail. He had liked him, for a long time he had been thinking of him and when he was rejected by him he had been hurt. His heart would ache and he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about what he had done wrong. 

So naturally when someone found themselves in a situation where the person they desired for a long time wanted them they would happy. Mark's heart was beating fast, drumming in an anxious beat behind his ribcage. As he felt Mikael's breath land on his lips, the minty smell of his cologne he was sure that the wolf was indeed intending to kiss him. His eyes had widened and he wasn't sure if he felt excited of utterly shocked as his body froze. In just a few seconds all of his whole life decisions that led to this moment had passed in front of his eyes. A kiss. A kiss from Mikael.

Asmodeus. His face flashed right in front of him and he felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He breathed in, trying to find a way and avoid this intense collision but it was too late. Mikael had kissed him and he was standing thereike an alive iceberg, his arms in the air, his eyes round like a shrimp's thinking that this was the worst idea he had in his entire life. Actually it wasn't even his idea!

Once the shock began to subside Mark pushed Mikael back, making stumble. The blond man looked at him, wondering why he had been rejected but the red haired exorcist didn't even bother to speak. Before the wolf could realize what was happening Mark's leg was in the air and landing right in between Mikael's legs. The wolf groaned, the air leaving his lungs as he turned into a ball of pain and surprise. 

There was no time to apologize. Mark was already running away, panting and embarrassed he stopped after he made sure Mikael wasn't going after him. He had stopped at a dead end, a tall wall with a beautiful tapestry covering it. It was deep red with dark green vines drawn on it. His palms landed on the cold wall and he pulled back his head before he brought it forward, crushing his forehead with the wall. 

"You fucker!" He screamed at himself. "You big disgrace of the human race." He mumbled as he smacked himself on the wall once more, lighter this time. For a few seconds he stared in front of him, blankly feeling a throb on his forehead. After he realized there was nothing else there he turned around, his back sliding on the wall as he sat on the dusty floor. "There is a wedding happening and you turn into a cheater. Good good Mark, you, you really...what is it with wolves and kissing people in relationships. You rejected me you piece of shit! You!" He shouted angrily pointing at the air. 

"That was really bad." He heard a familiar voice say and Kage's pitch black eyes landed on him judgementally. 

"Why are you here?" Mark asked him.

"Had to comment on that act of infidelity." The young spirit said and Mark's eyes widened.

"It...it wasn't infidelity. It was a mistake. I didn't initiate it" Mark whispered realizing that someone could be hearing them talk. 

"You could have said no, or pushed him back. I think you're completely capable of it" he told him. He was completely right, no one forced him to stand there like a complete idiot and he knew that. He rubbed his face aggressively, a sigh escaping his lips. 

"I know. I kicked him in the balls after though"

"I don't think Asmodeus will feel better with that."

"Wait, wait. We are not telling the big demon daddy anything. Because he will start mass murdering people, or more like dogs and we do not like blood."

"You don't like blood. I don't mind it. And I am quite fond of mass murders."

Mark looked at the spirit completely silent. Should he sigh again? He didn't even know how to react to his words. It was as if he was talking to the wall. He shook his arms in the air, a frown on his face.

"Just keep it a secret, from everyone." He said. 

"Secrets do not end well."

"Kage, you will not end well if you keep trying to teach me morals. I am quite aware of it and I am deciding to overlook it. We can't have Asmodeus ruining the wedding and we can't have any blood here. Allias will go berserk and turn us all into ash"

"I just think you're trying to find an excuse so you can...."

"Kage, piss off. Now" he told him. The spirit shrugged his shoulders and disappeared, leaving him alone with his thoughts again. This little dead end was cute, it didn't seem to get cold and it could actually fit him lying down. He could simply hide here, forever. 

He was hungry though, he thought and slowly stood up. He wiped some invisible dust from his pants and started walking. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut, he had played in a few plays at school, he could consider himself a very promising young actor.

"Where have you been?" He heard Allias' call him as he walked back into the kitchen. "We have been searching for you. Mikael said he looked everywhere and couldn't find you." He said and Mark felt relieved. Good, he wanted to keep this whole fiasco a secret too. 

The king opened the door and they moved back inside, everyone seated in their previous spots. Mikael had Kate right next to him, the girl holding his hand and for the split second their eyes met the ginger felt like throwing up. There was something different though, one more person had been added in this little meeting in the kitchen.

Tall, with messy long hair and colorful eyes. Looking right at him with a charming smile, resting his back on the wall while his strong arms were crossed over his chest. Asmodeus, he was so handsome, Mark thought and his heart started to race. How was it possible for him to even consider kissing someone else. 

He sat down, smiling half heartedly at him before he turned his attention to Luke.

"So, what do you want from me?", He asked the couple.. He had to find something to occupy his mind, orelse his guilt would eat him alive.