I Scored Myself A Mate

Asmodeus was just trying to take a walk outside. This morning had been very frustrating for him. Manic maids had woken him up by running around, a garder had tripped and his freaking pot landed on his chest, all of the soil spreading on his white shirt. In general, this morning was even more shitty than the mornings during these three years. 

Wanting to avoid all this unknown commotion he rushed outside. He preferred the gardens, sitting at the gazebo and staring at completely nothing while he swore at Mark for disappearing for three years and leaving him with a bunch of elves who stuttered when they tried to talk to him. He let out a sigh, seeing his breathing turn into a cloud and the crunching of the soft snow was heard underneath his feet. 

Pushing back his pitch black hair and allowing the cold wind to land on his pale face he goton the little slippery staircase of the gazebo, whipping off some stray snow from the seats and sitting down, his eyes gazing at the endless white. 

All of his days had been the same, buried in a colorless white, cold and silent. He didn't like to mingle with elves, he didn't really want to participate in this whole substitute king thing and in the end all he could do was wait. The truth was he had thought about leaving and getting to Mark a lot of times. It wouldn't even take a day, no matter where in the world he was he could just fly to him, he would make the circle of the world if he had to in the blink of an eye just to have him in his arms. He had promised though, right before Mark left he had promised him that he wouldn't follow him, he would allow him to search for his friend in peace and that he would wait. All he had to do was wait but why did it sound so hard, now after three years the days seemed to get longer and longer and his patience was running out. 

He rubbed his temples, his eyes landing on his freezing palms and he breathed in, letting the cold air invade his hot body. He didn't have anything to say, he barely spoke by now, his throat rough. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he would only converse when necessary. It was as if when Mark left the cheerful part of him departed with him. In the deadly silence of this constant winter he heard footsteps. Slow and steady, similar to his while he walked on the snow he realized someone was approaching him. 

Asmodeus raised his head, displeased by the fact that someone was going to bug him again but he found himself exposed to a sight he wasn't expecting. 

Framed by the falling snow, snowflakes landing on his vibrant red hair and pinkish nose, breathing into his chilling hands he looked at him, a bright smile appearing on his face while their eyes met. Asmodeus noticed he looked a bit thinner, his eyes glowing, reminding him of the warmth of a fire and he stood up. His legs were shaking, seeing Mark right in front of him all of a sudden. He landed back on his seat, the red haired man rushed towards him, getting on the slippery stair and tripping almost landing face first on the snow. 

The demon, without even thinking twice about it, grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his waist and holding him into a very romantic grip. Mark realized how close he was, his face suddenly turning red and the demon blinked. 

"Hey." he said, still in his embrace and Asmodeus smiled, his fangs showing in a very seductive way. 

How Mark had missed him. He couldn't describe the way he felt at the moment. His heart was racing, he was almost buried in the snow but his body was burning up and Asmodeus, he had never seemed more handsome, he was practically perfection itself in his eyes at the moment, the demon glowed. He blinked a few times, believing that there was something wrong with him. Nothing changed. He was as lovestruck as he was a second ago. 

"Hey." Asmodeus said back, his voice rough, like sandpaper, deep. He helped him stand to his feet, his arm remaining around his waist as they stood in a semi hug. "It took you a while." 

"Sorry." Mark said, his face dropping and Asmodeus chuckled. 

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." The human said. 

"So many times I've thought about coming to you. I wanted to swear at you for leaving me behind. Bug you, ruin your trip. I wanted to simply destroy eve…"

"Yeah, I get it, you were mad." Mark said, stopping his rant but Asmodeus didn't mind. He was smiling at him, his eyes glued to his face, hungrily engraving every little detail about him all over again. 

"I am mad. Very mad." he whispered as he moved closer. His lips landed softly on Mark's cheek, leaving a gentle kiss as he whispered again. "Furious." he told him and kissed his nose, his hand resting on his hot face. "Exasperated."

"That's a big word right there." Mark said, raising his eyebrows.

"You're talking with an educated man." The demon said with a cocky grin. 

"You missed me." Mark stated and Asmodeus nodded. "Did you miss me enough to give me a proper kiss?" he asked him, his eyes shyly averting from him when he finished his question and the demon laughed. 

"Not only a proper kiss. A lot more." he said and leaned in, kissing Mark passionately. He brought him close to his body, devouring him as he thought of how long he wanted to do this. Feel his lips on his, let his warmth travel on his body. He bit his bottom lip, Mark letting him explore all of his mouth and his cold fingers explored the long hair. He had missed him, he had missed kissing him, hearing his voice, everything about him. 

Both of them wished that the melting kiss would last forever, sadly though it didn't. It ended leaving them both panting and flushed, eyes glistening as they smiled at each other. 

"That's better." Mark said. "Come on, you have to greet the king, he has an announcement to make." Mark said, holding Asmodeus' hand. 

"I've already met my king.." The demon answered, winking at Mark, making his heart flutter.