28. Belphegor
TWENTY-EIGHT
BELPHEGOR
This is so fucking cool!
Everyone keeps a wide berth as I run past them, looking at me warily and almost cautiously, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m so excited!
“Belphegor, slow down.”
“ Belphegor, heel! ”
Mammon narrows his eyes at Bel, who actually did a pretty good impression of his voice. He reaches for me and yanks me to his side, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t go far, princess.”
“Yeah, stay with us,” Bel says, pinching my cheeks. “We don’t want the big, bad wolf to get you.” Mammon doesn’t like that comment and slaps Bel’s ass roughly, causing him to yelp. “Fuck! Take a joke!”
“It’s not funny,” Mammon snaps. “The two of you stay close or I’m taking you home.”
Even his threat can’t dim my excitement. As I look around the town center, decorated in pretty string lights, booths and games lining every corner, I just smile. It’s been one of my dreams to be allowed to attend the Spring Festival and now I’m really here.
“What can we do first?” I jump with giddiness. “Can we do the ring toss? Or maybe dunking for apples? Oooo, can I get my face painted like a lion?”
Mammon’s eyes soften as he kisses the top of my head. “We can do whatever you want, as long as we stay together.”
“Softie,” Bel snarks, but he leans a little bit closer to Mammon’s side as he does. “Okay, where to first?”
Mammon takes the lead and walks us toward the first booth. He doesn’t leave our side, as promised, watching with patience and just a bit of irritation as we take our sweet time trying to shoot darts at balloons. I smile all throughout it because he really is so perfect, isn’t he?
Since I’ve forgiven them, things have been just wonderful. It’s like I always dreamed it would be, the three of us hanging out all the time, fucking like crazy, and not letting anything stand in the way of our happiness. Sure, Mammon is controlling and we have to do exactly what he says to keep him happy, but that’s just because he loves us so much. I wouldn’t want it any other way. He makes sure we’re happy and dressed and fed. What more could we want out of life?
When we come across the high striker, Bel stops so abruptly that I run into his back. He turns quickly, shaking Mammon’s arm. “Win me a prize!”
Mammon frowns. “No.”
“ Please ,” he begs, pointing at the two water guns at the top tier level. “You’re so strong; I know you can get it all the way to the top.”
Mammon hesitates, glancing distastefully at the wooden mallet, but ultimately gives in. He shoots Bel a seething glare as he takes it, raises it overhead, and uses his full power to slam it against the weight. As I expected, the bell dings with victory.
“H-Here you g-go,” a stuttering man says, handing Bel the water guns. “Um, t-thank you f-for playing.”
“Oooo, he was cute.” Bel points the water guns at the man as we walk away. “Think we can have some fun with him later?”
“Oh! That would be great!” I cheer, clapping my hands. “We haven’t used the pliers in a bit!”
Mammon sighs and shakes his head. “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” Bel pouts. “I thought this was supposed to be a festival.”
“Remember what we talked about, Beelzebub,” Mammon insists firmly, taking one of the guns from him and handing it to me.
I nibble on my bottom lip. I guess he has a point. He was very specific at the last meeting that there would be no unnecessary killings for a while, which sucks , but he has an island to run. As long as he lets us have some fun every now and then, I can get on board with that.
Bel, however, is not as understanding as I am.
“Fuck, you’re always ruining our fun!” he yells and, in a moment of pure lunacy, he shoots Mammon with the water gun.
Bad move.
Mammon blinks at him, wiping the water off his face slowly before a feral grin stretches his lips. “Oh, you better run, kitten.”
As Bel takes off in a sprint, dragging me with him, a manic giggle bursts from my lungs as I get caught up in the game. We weave our way through the booths, running into people and knocking shit all over the place.
“Where are we going?” I yell, laughing when he knocks over a stand of cotton candy just to get away. “Bel!”
“Keep running!” he shouts, then dramatically and unnecessarily jumps over a bench, which ends with him eating shit on the sidewalk. “Dammit!”
Mammon comes up behind us, not even out of breath, and shakes his head. “See what happens when you act like a spoiled brat?”
Bel grits his teeth in pain as he rubs his hand across his road-rashed cheek. “Fuck, am I not going to be hot anymore?” He grabs my ankle, yanking me down to his level. “Gore! Tell me I’m still beautiful!”
“So dramatic,” Mammon groans as he comes to sit beside us. He takes Bel’s chin and angles his head to the side. “Let me see that.”
I wince in sympathy when he touches the nasty scratch. “Let’s go see if Asmodeus had the foresight to set up a medical tent.”
Even though Bel is trying to act tough, there are tears in his eyes as we help him up. I take one of his hands while Mammon grabs the other and we find that Asmodeus did, in fact, think of everything. The medical tent is empty, save for one nurse, who practically flees when she sees us. Mammon doesn’t even blink, helping Bel onto the bed before rummaging through one of the carts.
“This might sting a bit,” he says, ripping open an alcohol wipe. “Hold Gore’s hand.”
Bel rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to— Shit!”
“Ouch!” I yelp when Bel takes an iron grip on my fingers. “Don’t break them off!”
“Was it worth it, Beelzebub?” Mammon chides as he rubs the wipe over his cheek.
To this, Bel just smirks, winking at him. “Living my fucking life? Always.”
Mammon snorts, but the fondness in his eyes remains. I sit back and watch him take care of Bel, liking the way he melts the more Mammon dotes on him. It’s a nice change of pace, considering how we grew up.
People think I can’t really grasp concrete facts. Well, most of the time I can. I’m not entirely insightful and observant, but I’d be an idiot if I didn’t know that Bel has sheltered me all our lives. Everything he does, he does for me. While I’m grateful, it’s built a bit of shame within me. Because I love it—I need it—but what if he needs some of it too?
I can’t help the way I bounce a bit when a brilliant idea comes into my head. I look behind me at the curtain that acts as the entrance to the tent. We’re pretty much out in the open, but I’m too keyed up to care.
“I think I know how to make you feel better,” I say softly, chuckling with a bit of embarrassment as I sit beside Bel. With a tentative and trembling hand, I rub my fingers up and down his clothed cock. “Do you want to fuck, Bel?”
Mammon hums, tossing the wipe carelessly over his shoulder as he nods. “I think that’s an excellent idea, princess.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Bel says on an exhale. His eyes grow wide as he starts to unzip his pants. “I’m sooo injured. Please, heal me with the power of some fat cock.”
I can barely hold back my laugh at that. He sounds ridiculous but, for some reason, it’s doing it for me. However, that’s not what the plan is.
Wetting my lips, I eye Mammon with a silent plea. He assesses me for a moment, considering his choice, and ultimately nods. “Whatever you want.”
I cheer internally as I hastily take off my pants, my neck flushed red at the idea that anyone could come in and see my bare ass. Mammon hands me a packet of lube from his wallet—he’s the actual best—and I make quick work of opening myself up. Both of them watch me with hungry eyes and Mammon even fishes out his cock and strokes himself as he does.
“Hands and knees, baby,” Bel orders, trying to move around me, but a shove from me lands him flat on his back. “What?”
“I’m going to ride you,” I say, voice a bit shaky as I straddle his waist. “Um, if that’s okay?”
“That’s exactly what I want to see,” Mammon drawls, his Southern drawl thick and heady as he pats my ass. “Go on. Make him feel all better.”
Bel seems a bit reluctant. I don’t think it’s because he doesn’t want to fuck me, but because he’s just so used to being the one who calls the shots between us. But, well, I want to take care of him too.
“I love you,” I whisper to him as I raise my hips, Mammon’s helping hand angling Bel’s cock directly at my entrance. “I love you so much, Bel.”
His eyes squeeze shut as I slide down and his hands automatically seize my hips. “Oh, fuck, Gore. Yes, baby. Just like that.”
While I like the fact that he’s trying to help, I get annoyed. “Mammon,” I whine, trying to slap Bel’s hands away.
Mammon chuckles and takes each one of Bel’s hands, using his strong grip to hold them over his head. “No touching, kitten. Let our princess have his fun.”
Bel shakes his head, gritting his teeth as I start a slow and sensual roll of my hips. “But?—”
“Please,” I beg, angling myself until I feel— “Yes!”
Fuck, that feels good. I know Mammon likes to tease Bel about his tiny cock, but there’s nothing that tiny about it. It stretches me so well, opening me up, filling me so completely. It’s like every drag and every whisper of a touch sends my heart skyrocketing. He’s perfect inside of me, so is Mammon, and I want to live with him just like this.
While still holding on to Bel and making him behave, Mammon turns his head to me. “Kiss me.”
I do and it’s like a fairytale coming to life. His lips are softer than you would think, so plush, and the way he brushes his elegant tongue against the roof of my mouth makes me groan. I reach for him, digging my hands in his luscious blond hair, and fall deeper in love with every nip and stroke. “Oh, Mammon…”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers when he pulls back, blue eyes filled with so much adoration it takes my breath away. He looks over at Bel and smiles softly. “You too, Beelzebub. My perfect pets.”
“I need him to move faster,” Bel begs, not to me, but to Mammon, and I find that so incredibly erotic. “Please, make him move faster.”
Mammon nods, placing a hand on my ass. “You heard him. Faster.”
Nodding feverishly, I plant the soles of my feet on the bed beneath me and bend my knees until I’m in the perfect position to bounce on Bel’s cock. My head thrashes as I do, the feel of Mammon’s hands scouring every part of me, the ecstasy of Bel’s magic dick overwhelming my senses. Oh, fuck, it’s too much.
I get lost in the haze, lost in the pleasure. I’m sure I’m being far too loud as I cry and moan and whimper, but I don’t care. Let everyone hear just how good my men make me feel. Let them feel jealous that they don’t have two incredible fucking people so madly in love with them.
I’m so close. I… I…
“Fuck—”
“Fuck!”
But it’s not a cry of pleasure that rings out in the tent. In an instant, I’m yanked off Bel and thrown against the bed. I yelp in pain as Mammon throws his body on top of me and Bel, covering us easily as loud pops and shouts ring out.
It’s a sound I’m too familiar with.
Bullets.
Mammon somehow manages to take both of us in his arms and rolls us off the bed, bringing us down to the ground in a heap. I scream out when I land on my arm wrong, a sickening crunching sound echoing in my ears, but the pain is short-lived as more bullets tear holes through the tent. Mammon keeps his arms bracketed against our heads, his body shielding us from danger until it passes.
It feels like it lasts a lifetime, but maybe it’s only minutes. Once only screams of agony infiltrate the tent does Mammon get up. His eyes are wide and wild as he takes us in, his frantic hands trying to make sure we’re okay. “Fuck! No! Are you two okay? Shit! Say something!”
“I—I think you broke my arm,” I cry out, not wanting to look down to confirm my suspicions.
“Baby,” Bel says, panicked as he gently takes a hold of my arm, which causes me to hiss. “Fuck. What the fuck just happened?”
We both look to Mammon, and I’ve never seen this level of anger from him before. It’s like a boiling rage that simmers in front of us, growing hotter and hotter until steam practically shoots out of his ears.
“Mammon,” I sniffle, trying to move my arm. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
At the sound of my trembling voice, he snaps out of it, but only a little bit. He takes me in his arms, reaching for Bel as well, and holds us tight. “Okay. We’re all okay. Everything is fine. We’re good.”
“Yeah,” Bel murmurs as he clutches at Mammon’s shirt. “I… Yeah. It’s all okay.”
But it seems like those words aren’t meant to comfort anyone besides Mammon, who refuses to let us go. Not even when Asi, Luc, and Levi find us an hour later still in the same exact spot. Not even when Asi insists that Mammon get up and handle the situation. Not even when a conduit tries to take a look at my very broken arm.
He doesn’t let go.