Mammon (Devilry #2)

26. Belphegor

TWENTY-SIX

BELPHEGOR

I think I’m starting to lose it.

Maybe there are people who were built to withstand isolation—Asi, for example, who’s permanently in a state of wanting to be left alone—but I don’t think I’m one of them. I bite on my thumbnail, standing in the center of my threadbare room, and sigh. This place was only ever for decoration, a little corner of the mansion just to have to call my own, but I’ve never used it. There’s not even anything cool to do in here since everything I own is in our— Bel’s —room.

I’ve lost track of how many days I’ve been in here. People can’t say when I commit, I don’t fucking commit. I haven’t left since the night I had that big fight with Mammon and…

I slap the side of my head and curse myself. “No. We aren’t thinking about them.”

“It’s hard not to, isn’t it?”

I look over my shoulder at the man lying on my bed, dressed to the nines in a cute pink tuxedo, sipping his martini. “What do you know?”

He shrugs, the corner of his mustache twitching as he grins. “All I’m saying is, I think you miss them.”

“No,” I deny stubbornly, stomping my foot as I fuck with the hangnail on my thumb. “I don’t. They were assholes to me.”

“Sweetie, would we call them assholes for just wanting to love you?”

This time, it’s the eighties female icon from the poster on the wall speaking. She flutters mascara-caked lashes before winking at me. “Maybe you should just forgive them?”

“Why should he?” my old stuffed teddy bear replies, coughing as he takes a drag of his cigarette. Bad bear. Doesn’t he know that stuff will kill him? “They hurt his feelings and made him a pawn in their games. Who would want that?”

I nibble on my bottom lip cheekily before raising my hand. “Um, me?”

“No!” Mr. Teddy snaps, pointing his cigarette at me. “You have to be strong, Gore. You’re just fine on your own.”

“ Fine on his own ?” my poster model scoffs, shaking her head, her teased hair flying all over the place. “Gore needs them to take care of him. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Mr. Teddy gives me a pointed look and I shake my head. “No, I don’t. I’m doing okay.”

My poster model scoffs once more, louder and more dramatically, as she rolls her blue eyes. “Seriously? Look at you?”

I look down at my naked body and wince. Yeah, okay, well…I didn’t know what to wear, okay? I got a bit of pasta sauce on my last shirt the second day here and Bel always picks out my clothes for me. I panicked. Still, I hold my chin high and plant my hands on my bare hips. “I don’t see your point.”

“That just proves it!” she shouts, her bangles clacking as she throws her hands in the air. “Sweetie, just go back to them and apologize.”

“Why should he apologize?” Mr. Teddy growls as he chain smokes another cigarette. “He did nothing wrong.”

“He lashed out when they were just trying to help him!”

“When they were trying to trick him!”

I shut my eyes and cover my ears as Mr. Teddy and my poster model go at it. I hate it when Mom and Dad fight. I just want everyone to get along. I only look up when a gentle hand on my wrists guides my hands down to my sides. Pink Tuxedo Man smiles down at me gently, so tall that the tip of his funny hat touches the ceiling. He leads me over to the bed, helping me ignore the bickering in the background. Urging me lower by my shoulders until I’m sitting, he kneels in front of me.

“Belphegor,” he begins, taking my hands in his over-elongated fingers. “I know this is scary for you, and I know you miss them.”

I shake my head. “It’s not and I don’t.”

His eyebrow quirks as he grins, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “You can’t lie to me.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek but end up nodding. Okay, so maybe it is a little terrifying trying to go at the world alone. There’re just so many decisions to be made and Bel has always made them for me in the past, so I’m not too sure what to do with myself. I don’t know who I am apart from him and while it’s scary to admit, the bigger part of me wants to go back to the way everything was before.

I don’t just miss Bel. I miss Mammon too. I miss the way they used to argue about the silliest things and how they always stopped and smiled for me. I want us all to be one big happy family.

“Things were going so well, but Bel ruined it,” I say, my tone petulant even to my own ears, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why did he have to ruin it?”

“He was just looking out for you,” the Pink Tuxedo Man points out. “Isn’t that what he was always meant to do?”

Again, I shake my head. “Not like this. He tried to turn me against Mammon.”

“Mammon’s a dick,” Mr. Teddy interjects as he flicks his cigarette out the window.

“Mammon’s an angel,” the poster model coos, making huge heart eyes as she starts to sway. “Oh, Gore! He’s so strong and handsome! You know how much he loves the two of you.”

But did I ever stop to question why? We’re a nuisance to him more than half the time. We always mess everything up for him and he always ends up having to clean up after us. We make his life so much harder. “He doesn’t love us.”

Mr. Teddy snorts. “Okay, even I know that’s a fucking lie.”

“So, what if he does?” My cheeks flame red as I stand. “He doesn’t show it! Bel said?—”

“Enough of what Bel said,” Pink Tuxedo Man says, guiding me back down to sit. “The question is, Gore, what do you think?”

Not liking all three sets of eyes on me, I gulp. “I… I don’t know.”

And isn’t that the God’s honest fucking truth? I have no idea what I’m supposed to be thinking. I’m mad, hurt, embarrassed, worried, and so many other things that are all jumbled up in my head. Without any sort of direction, I feel so lost. I just…

“Say it,” Pink Tuxedo Man whispers. “It’s okay to say it.”

I nibble on my bottom lip as shame creeps up my neck. “I just wanna be told what to do.”

That’s what it comes down to. Maybe I should hate that—I partially do—but they’re all right. I’m not okay enough to be in charge of my own life. I need someone to tell me what to wear, what to think, how to act. I crave it, and that’s something both Bel and Mammon can offer me.

I look up through my lashes at Pink Tuxedo Man. “I kinda hate myself.”

He grins evilly. “Good. But don’t worry, they’ll love you enough to make up for that.”

“So are we forgiving them?” the poster model asks, buffing her nails against her shirt. “Can this pity party be done?”

Mr. Teddy groans, frustrated. “Pathetic. Fine, be like that Gore. I see we have no self-respect.”

I don’t get a chance to defend myself when there’s a knock at my door. I look back at Pink Tuxedo Man and he nods, patting my cheek, encouraging me to go. Racing to the door, I yank it open in haste and my heart drops to my ass at who I see.

“Um, hi,” I breathe, teetering on my heels as I gaze up at Mammon and Bel. “Want to come in?”

“Who were you talking to?” Bel says, his nose wrinkled as he glances over my shoulder.

Mammon scowls. “Who the fuck is in there with you? Jesus fuck, princess,” he snarls, gripping my hips and pulling my naked body flush against him, his hands migrating to knead my ass. “You’re not even dressed.”

I giggle as my dick plumps up at his touch. “Just my friends. They’re—” But when I go to point at them, I find that they’re all gone. Mr. Teddy is just lying on the bed, the poster model is still in her pose, and Pink Tuxedo Man is nowhere to be seen. I frown. “Oh, I guess not?”

“Baby…” Bel coos, coming behind me to sandwich me against Mammon. “We’re here now.”

“Let’s go inside,” Mammon grunts and leads us into the room without separating us. Sitting down on my bed, he props me on his lap, cradling me against him as Bel hovers close by. “We need to talk.”

“I forgive you,” I blurt out, scrambling to wrap my hands around his neck as I dart my eyes between him and Bel. “I forgive both of you. Please, come back to me. I’m so sorry.”

Bel cocks his head to the side. “Why are you sorry?”

“I was being difficult,” I admit, hanging my head in humiliation. “I forced you two to fight over me. I should have just?—”

“Stop right there,” Mammon growls. Placing a finger under my chin, he tips my face up. “My sweet princess.” He brushes his lips against my cheek and my heart flutters. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Bel murmurs, rubbing my back soothingly. “We were the ones being assholes.”

My eyes widen. “Really?”

“Mammon?” Bel urges, raising both eyebrows at him.

Mammon clenches his jaw and curses under his breath. “Fuck. It’s… Yes, Belphegor. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have treated you two the way I did.”

“And I shouldn’t have tried to brainwash you,” Bel continues, wincing as he finishes his sentence. “My bad, baby.”

“Do you forgive us?” Mammon’s voice drops low and sultry as he takes my cock in hand. “What do you think? Want to put us out of our misery?”

I rest my head against his shoulder and find that I can’t really think clearly when Bel starts placing hot wet kisses on my neck. “I…”

“We just want what’s best for you and we’re both on the same page now,” Bel insists, reaching around me to tweak my nipples, rolling the tips between his fingers before pinching down hard. “Let us love you.”

“You l-love me?” I ask, more to Mammon than to Bel.

Mammon nods, letting a long line of spit drop to wet my cock. He continues stroking me slowly. “Of course. I did a shit job at showing it. I couldn’t say it because I thought…”

“He thought we’d take his balls.”

“Silence, Beelzebub.”

I giggle despite the circumstance, that same sound cutting out into a moan as he twists his hand at my head. “I love you two. I love you so fucking much.”

“We know,” Bel murmurs, then kisses my cheek once before removing me from Mammon’s lap. He lays me down on the bed, he and Mammon both adjusting their positions so they’re hovering over my hips. “Say you forgive us.”

As Mammon presses a kiss to the tip of my dick, I gasp in shock. He takes that shock and twists it again, smirking at me. “I’m going to suck that little cock of yours and drink your cum, princess. But I need to hear you say that you forgive us first.”

I have a fleeting thought in the back of my head that this situation seems all too familiar, but the second Mammon licks a stripe up my length, all the questions and doubts are gone. “Yes! Yes! I forgive you!” I thread my fingers through Mammon’s blond hair, petting him softly. “More!”

“He’ll give you everything. We’ll give you everything,” Bel assures me as he moves to join Mammon, kissing and nipping against the sensitive skin by my crotch. “We talked about it and I think we’ve come up with a great plan.”

“Y-Yeah?” I stutter, crying out when Mammon bottoms out and takes me to the back of his throat.

“Yeah,” Bel repeats, then kisses Mammon’s lips, dragging them up my dick until his tongue tangles with his in a sticky wet mess. He pulls back and turns back to me. “There’s just one little thing you have to do for us.”

“Anything,” I whimper and writhe on the bed. “Anything.”

“Let me make everything okay,” Mammon says as Bel takes over the job of trying to make me come. “I’ll call all the shots, princess. You just have to be a good boy and take it.”

I raise an eyebrow, something like a warning in my stomach. “Like what?”

Shrugging, he pets the back of Bel’s head and guides him up and down my length. “Easy. I decide everything. Any choice you have to make is mine now. Does that sound good to you?”

“I… Bel’s okay with this?”

Bel pulls off my dick with a gasp. “Yes. Bel is more than okay with it. Wouldn’t it be so nice to just do what we’re told?”

I nod, knowing I should be insulted, seeing the red flags, but not caring. Mammon kisses Bel once before taking over and Bel crawls up my body until his lips press against my ear. “Listen, baby. This is our chance. He thinks he calls the shots? Be good for him and we’ll get everything we want. Be his perfect princess and we’ll hold him in the palm of our hands, whether he likes it or not.”

My breath hitches. The thought of holding any control over Mammon is…so fucking hot. So sexy. So powerful. My stomach tightens, my balls drawing up, my dick twitching, and I come at the thought. Mammon drinks it all up greedily as Bel humps my hip, bringing about his own orgasm. He finishes all over me with a groan and one final secret in my ear. “Let’s win the game, baby.”

I laugh despite myself. I throw my head back, covering my face with my hands as Mammon jacks himself above me and sprays all over my chest. It’s so… fucked . I mean, Mammon thinks he’s in charge and we’ll pretend he is so we can be in charge of him. Are we all okay just manipulating each other?

But oh my fucking Gooooood , I love it.

Mammon and Bel come up on either side of me in the bed—Mammon rubbing his still hard cock between my ass cheeks—while Bel wraps his fist loosely around my spent cock.

I realize then, surrounded by them, that I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Whatever way I can have this future, I’ll take it.

Let it be twisted. Let it be toxic. Let it be dangerous.

Just let it be ours.