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boxbusiness · 4 years ago

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I am finally home so I can finally post the DiaBeel fic!

It’s corny for sure so mercy plz >>”

Story under the cut. Linky to the whole pic >>here<<

Made with Love

It was a pleasant day in Devildom. However, though the day was nice enough to go out and relax the Prince of Hell was trapped in his office filing paperwork. Finally getting frustrated with all the tasks on his desk, Diavolo let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back in his chair. He ran his hands through his maroon hair and stared up at the ceiling in sheer boredom. Right on cue, Diavolo’s faithful butler let himself into the office.

“Excuse my intrusion, My Lord, but I couldn’t help but feel like you were in distress. Am I wrong?” Barbatos explained slyly smiling, holding his hand up to his chin like he normally does. Diavolo couldn’t help letting out a chuckle at his friend’s teasing. He shook his head.

“I’m fine, Barbatos. A little overwhelmed, but fine.” Diavolo lifted a stack and aligned them by patting one edge of the papers on the desk. He looked at the other mountains of paperwork and let out another sigh. Barbatos frowned.

“If you are feeling overwhelmed then perhaps you should take a break, My Lord. That would be the obvious solution.” The demon butler suggested.

“I will, but a little later. If I don’t finish this now Lucifer will scold me, and Lucifer can be pretty scary when he is angry.”

“I see, My Lord. Lucifer is supposed to come by later if I remember correctly. He would be very upset to come all this way and see the work is incomplete.”

“Hahaha! That’s right, so I’ll take my break when Lucifer stops by. Until then it is back to work for me.” Diavolo declared. “When he does come by, bring him here and prepare some tea as well.”

“Understood, My Lord. I shall leave you to your tasks, but I shall also leave this with you.” Barbatos walked over to Diavolo who displayed a puzzled look on his face. “A courier came by to deliver this. It’s addressed to you, My Lord.” After giving a neatly wrapped box binded by a ribbon to Diavolo’s outstretched hand, Barbatos bowed and left the office. The young demon prince inspected the box, there was a note sticking out from the underside of the ribbon. It didn’t have a sender’s name on it. The only thing written was, Made with Love~ Enjoy! He removed the wrapping paper and it revealed the package to be a box of macarons. Diavolo chuckled softly and smiled.

“How sweet. I’ll save this for my break.”

A while later Diavolo sighed once more, but this time in relief. He finally completed his work and it was around the time Lucifer was planning to visit. Smiling, Diavolo organized his desk to be neat and tidy and placed the gift package of macarons on the coffee table in his office. As soon as he took a seat on the surrounding sofa there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” The prince expected to see Barbatos and Lucifer, but instead was greeted by Barbatos and someone else. “Oh? Beelzebub? What brings you here?”

“It was explained to me that some of Lucifer’s brothers got into some trouble earlier today and he had to deal with them accordingly. Lucifer sent Beelzebub in his place.” Barbatos informed. He walked forward placing the tea set he was carrying on the coffee table. “Your tea as requested, My Lord. If you will excuse me…” Barbatos bowed and promptly left the room leaving Diavolo and Beel alone in the office.

“Um… Lucifer told me you would have files to give me.” Beel plainly stated breaking the silence.

“Ah yes~ That is correct.” Diavolo craned his neck to look at the paperwork on his desk then back to Lucifer’s little brother. “Before I give you those… Would you care to sit and have some tea with me?” His offer caught Beel by surprise.

“But isn’t that... A you and Lucifer thing? I don’t know if I should…” Beel shyly protested grabbing his wrist.

“Haha~ Correct again, I suppose… But tea with me isn’t a privilege just for Lucifer. All his brothers are welcome company, so that includes you, Beelzebub.” Diavolo reassured, sensing the other’s nervousness.

“Um.. I’m still not sure…”

“Perhaps I can sweeten the deal. If you stay for tea, I’ll share these with you.” Diavolo opened the box showcasing the colorful rows of macarons and on cue Beel’s stomach started growling.

“Maybe I can stay for a little while…” Beel stated. His eyes never left the box of goodies as he walked over to join Diavolo on the sofa. When he was handed the box, Beel began wolfing down the little treats. Diavolo smiled contently as he sipped some tea. He was glad he got the hungry demon to relax. Beel normally never acted like that in front of him, but he usually was among others, but being in his company one on one must have made Beelzebub tense. It worried Diavolo that people he wanted to be acquainted with were still intimidated by him. Respecting him as prince of Devildom was fine, but fearing him for being an all powerful demon was an image he wanted to leave behind. Maybe small talk could help the situation.

“So Beel… What happened to your shirt?” Diavolo questioned taking another sip. Beel paused, then swallowed his current mouthful of macarons. He looked down, Beel was in his usual casual garb, but his jacket was closed. “I know you’re not wearing a shirt so tell me the story behind that.”

“Oh. Well… I was working out, and I got pretty sweaty. I was going to change, but Lucifer caught wind of the trouble my other brothers were up to this morning and stopped everything in his tracks to punish them. He knew he’d be too busy dealing with them to come here, so he commanded me to go instead.” Beel started explaining. Diavolo let out his signature hardy laugh.

“So you took off your shirt and zipped up your jacket and hurried off here not to further anger Lucifer, Hmm?” Diavolo summed up. Beel nodded, his face looking a little flushed. “I’m sure if you stopped to change your shirt Lucifer wouldn’t have minded, but I understand not wanting to upset him more when he’s already in a mood.” Softly chuckling, Diavolo placed his teacup on the table. He glanced towards Beel and noticed his companion suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Beel...? Is something wrong?”

“I-I…” His speech was shaky and his words were cut by labored breaths. “I f-feel… N-Nngh so s-strange…” Beel was madly blushing, his hand clutching his chest, his legs were restless, twitching and rubbing against each other. He kept gasping for air, his eyes clenched closed, his body was trembling pink. “W-What… a-Ah is this… feeling?” Diavolo couldn’t help being taken aback at this sudden behavior, it made him blush a little too. The prince quickly deduced that the macarons had to be the cause of this and took one of the remaining to investigate. It looked and smelled normal, but when he took a bite it started to make sense.

“Hmm… Despite the small size it’s packed full of aphrodisiacs. These were literally made with love..” Diavolo commented to himself. He suddenly felt dizzy and he clutched his head. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn and his heart begin to race. “Ah-haha… Just one has me feeling breathless… Ah… I can’t imagine how you must feel.” He breathed. He looked over at Beel who was barely keeping it together. It didn’t take long before Diavolo’s judgement became clouded. “Beelzebub…” He scooted over to him, placing his hands on his jacket zipper.

“L-Lord Diavolo! Wah-Ah What are y-you doing?” Beel questioned with little resistance to the actions. Diavolo pulled the zipper down and he managed to slip the jacket off Beel’s shoulders before he started squirming. “D-Dia… A-ah-volo…?”

“I-I just want to look, Beel… You said you were working out, yes? Well I just want to look… At all your hard work…” Diavolo feverishly admitted. Starting at Beel’s navel, he ran his fingertips up the curves of the demon’s abs. Diavolo could feel the heat radiating off his skin and Beel’s breath buckle when he reached his chest. “Wow-Wow… You’ve worked so hard… You deserve a reward!” Diavolo reached over with his other hand and picked up the lingering macaron. He held it to Beel’s lips which were pinched shut. “Aww~ Don’t be like that. Now say…” Diavolo cut his words off and his fingers curled around Beel’s left breast. He firmly grasped it.

“A-Ah!” Beel gasped when his chest got groped.

“Now tell me, Beel… Do you want me to give this to you?” The demon prince whispered into the hungry demon’s ear. He waved the macaron close to Beel’s mouth, but just enough out of reach. “Come on… Tell me what you want.” Diavolo teased.

“Ah-I… I want- Nngh!” Beel struggled to piece a sentence together. His mind was swimming with different emotions and feelings. “I want…”

All of a sudden the door to the office slammed open with a frantic Lucifer rushing to get in. However, the first born paused at the doorway taking in the scene unfolding before him. Lucifer stared wide-eyed at Diavolo who returned his gaze as he was the only one of the two demons in the room to acknowledge the third party’s entrance.

“...I WANT YOU TO GIVE IT TO ME, LORD DIAVOLO!!!”

It was hours later in the Demon Prince’s castle. Beel was asleep in one of the guest rooms being tended to by Barbatos while Lucifer and Diavolo were in the very office where the incident just occurred.

“I cannot believe this happened.” Lucifer grumbled leaning over the fireplace with anger and embarrassment swirling through his mind. That morning his brothers, with the exception of Beel, planned to play a prank on him. The idea was to send Diavolo a package of spiked macarons, so that when Lucifer came over they would finally get down to business. The plan went wrong when Lucifer caught them in the middle of their scheme, but couldn’t figure out what they were up to until it was too late. “They are all dead men…” He growled.

“Your brothers sure do come up with the wildest things.” Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head. After Lucifer showed up he asked Barbatos to brew an antidote. Diavolo and Beel were back to normal, however Beel needed to extend his rest considering he consumed a larger amount.

“How can you laugh at this? It’s absolutely disgraceful! An utter outrage!” Lucifer whipped around to face the taller man.

“Well you did stop us before anything could happen and I trust you can deliver a just punishment, so in this case no harm no fowl.” He smirked and shrugged, deciding to be nonchalant about the whole situation.

“Really…” Lucifer wasn’t happy with that answer.

“Actually… I do have one concern.” Diavolo admitted, breaking his calm demeanor with a distraught look. “I’m worried about Beel. My actions under the aphrodisiacs were… well… Not appropriate to say the least. He’s probably mad at me.” Concerned lined Diavolo’s brow and Lucifer sighed.

“Due to the circumstances, I doubt that. An honest apology and several boxes of donuts and I’m sure he’ll get over it.” Lucifer assured.

“Boxes of donuts, hmm? It’s quite easy to earn his favor. Ha ha~ I’ll be sure to do that.” Diavolo’s voice trailed off as he looked down at the hand that grasped Beel’s chest. He was remembering the curves of the hungry demon’s body when the sound of a sharp exhale interrupted his train of thought. The prince looked up to see Lucifer averting his gaze with slightly pink cheeks. “Are… you mad at me?”

“Mad at you? For what reason??” His cheeks immediately burned brighter pink.

“Well for getting handsy with your little brother instead of you.” Diavolo teased.

“EXCUSE ME, WHAT?”

“Haha! There’s that scary anger I’ve grown to fear.”

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