Ex-V: I hope you like it!
It was a chilly New Years Eve, at the Devil's stronghold.
Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate to call it 'New Years Eve at the modest 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment, currently leased by the Devil, and a Hero named Emilia'.
"Suzuno... Suzuno, can you take Rika's alcohol away-?" Emi called over, across the flat, from the kitchen; sounding exasperated.
"Good luck with that..." Maou laughed, somewhere in the living room; where he was perched, on the couch, with Alciel. Emilia waited, patiently, but fuming, hands on her hips.
No reply.
"... Suzuno-?" She tried again, now growing faintly irritable.
Suzuno, who was passed out, drunk, on the living room floor, didn't stir.
"Why don't you come take it yourself, try it bitch-" Rika called back, gleefully, for her, instead; jovially pouring herself another shot. Whiskey sloshed down into her glass, spilling over onto the coffee table, and onto herself.
Maou just smiled, speechlessly, wryly, at the display; watching Rika out of the corners of his eyes, faintly reticent but highly amused. "She's cooked." He whispered, to nobody in particular, and Alciel confirmed this, grimly.
The older woman was already smashed; she'd been drunk for going on three hours, and, as the clock ticked, inevitably, towards midnight, she kept right on drinking.
The hero groaned, giving up at last, summarily, and strolling out into the living room, leaving the kitchen behind; dumping her apron off to the side, with a small sigh, before heading over to join her friends.
Maou certainly seemed to perk up, immediately; raising his eyes to her at once, and snickering. "Ah, watch carefully... The housewife, leaving her natural habitat, the kitchen, to explore uncharted territory..."
"I'm not your wife, jackass!" Emi hissed back, smarmy, but a little too flustered, and growing suspiciously red. "And I make more than you-"
She tried to kick Maou in the shins, but he yanked his leg smoothly out of the way at the last second.
"There she is-!" Rika crowed, joyously, immediately pouring a drink for Emilia and pushing it across the table to her... Quickly indulging in their friend group's running joke. "Maou's blushing bride-!"
"We're not married!" The Hero squeaked, wailing; mortified and blushing, staring out at her friends through her fingers. "Look what you've done, Maou, your little gags are ruining me, they actually think we're an item-!"
"Oh no, Maou, they're catching on, they know I'm pregnant with your child!" Rika managed, hysterical, doing her best Emi impression. The hero just whined, incoherently; bright red, and then kicked Maou in the shins again.
This time, her blow landed true.
"Ouch." The King of Demons chuckled, not sounding very contrite at all. "Why are you kicking me, Rika's the one spitting facts-"
"I hate you so much, I swear to god..." She mumbled back at him, to only him, hotly, under her breath. Her flustered, faintly red face told a different story, however.
Maou recognized this, and decided to change gears a bit; before everyone really did start believing he and Emi were together. "Alright, alright... Let's not crack too many jokes about our lovely chef, here."
Maou moved over in place, making some room on the couch for Emi to sit beside him. She ignored him, flatly, storming on by.
"I'm just being a good hostess." Emilia sighed, forlornly. She took a seat on the floor, and grumbled, fingering the shot glass, before shoving it back across the coffee table to Rika.
"Co-hostess." Maou corrected, grinning faintly; interjecting from the couch, behind them. "I pay half the rent, this is my place too-"
"Oh, did you do any of the cooking...? Did you help set up-?" Emi snapped, sourly, glaring back over her shoulder at the king of demons. "Were you planning to help clean?"
Maou froze, in place. He hesitated, for a second, and then immediately resumed his conversation with Alciel, as if he'd never said anything at all.
"That's what I thought! I always do everything around here!" Emilia squeaked, frustrated and almost apoplectic. "You bum-!"
"Ohoooo," Rika looked delighted, messily swirling the liquor in her shot glass. Emi, steaming, consigned herself to taking another small sip of whiskey herself. "Is that how you two handle things, in your relationship? Emi does everything?"
The hero sat up straight, abruptly red again. Blushing furiously, she made a small noise, and Maou cackled, unable to resist. "That's pretty much how it works, yeah."
"We are not in a relationship!" Emi hissed, flushed and mortified, chewing her nails and looking anxiously away. "We just... We just Live together, I still hate his guts, how many times do I have to tell you that-!"
"How often do you suck his dick, Emilia-?" Rika guffawed, absolutely ignoring every word she said.
"What kind of girl do you take me for-!?" The hero squealed, miserable and furiously red, glaring, alarmed, at her friend.
"Okay, okay... I get it." Rika snickered into her hands, staring across at the hero and the Demon king over her shot glass. "So... Three times a week, then?"
"Rika!" Emilia moaned. Her voice was tight and shrill, as she buried her crimson red face in her hands, flopping over onto the coffee table.
"How often does he eat your ass, Emi?" The older woman was merciless, cackling; she looked like she hadn't had this much fun in ages.
"Three times a week-!" Emi squealed, deeply unsettled and glowing crimson; glaring icy daggers at the brunette. Her voice was heavy, and positively dripping with sarcasm. "I told you, we aren't dating!"
Rika pretended to gasp, doing her best to look amazed, but still chortling to herself under her breath. "Wow, three times a week... You eat her booty like groceries, Maou?"
"Like groceries." He confirmed, snickering sideways at Emilia's horrified expression. Eyes spinning, the hero shrieked nonsense at him.
"Eleven fifty-nine, guys-!" Lucifer called out, poking his head into the living room; still wearing his gaming headset, and holding a controller decked out in glowing, flashing lights.
Emi trailed off, and turned, impotently, with Maou and Rika, looking as one with Alciel over at the huge flatscreen on the wall across from them. A big, glowing crystal ball, halfway around the world, was slowly dropping in Times Square.
Immediate silence. The Hero exhaled, sighing, and shook her head, trying to just... Let it go. It was fairly obvious, after all, that she was the only one Still interested in talking about whether or not Maou regularly licked her asshole.
Faintly red, she did her best to shake off the embarrassment, and frustration, before climbing up, hesitantly, onto the couch...
Beside Maou. Very conspicuously next to Maou.
Pretending not to know what she was doing, all the while...
I mean... She couldn't help thinking, to herself, flustered. He spent so much time sexually harrassing her, and teasing her, these days... Provoking her... He always seemed so dead set on making their friends believe she loved him, like it was the funniest thing...
She was mortified to find herself growing a bit anxious, shifting restlessly in place.
It's not like... It wasnt like She didn't know, about the tradition of kissing on New Years, when the ball drops...
Maybe... What if... Just maybe, what if Maou kissed her, when the ball fell? When the clock struck midnight...?
The Hero could feel her heart pounding, she felt a blush warming her cheeks again, and immediately wanted to kill herself.
Here she was, Emilia, the Hero of Ente Ilsa, wondering if Maou the tyrant would kiss her? No... Hoping that Maou would kiss her? At the turn of the New Year?
She hated him! Right?! It... It would just be a joke, there was no way she'd really let herself hope that... A guy she hated would K-Kiss her? No...! No way, she...
But her heart was telling her a different story.
The ball continued to fall. The seconds were ticking away...
Emilia found herself... Scooting... Just a little, a little closer to Maou, on the couch. She couldn't stand herself, oh god, she actually really hated herself...
Rika noticed, of course, she noticed immediately; saw Emilia, staring, almost wistfully, and halfways tormented, at Maou. Saw her Blushing, and fidgeting, awkwardly, wringing her hands together, like she didn't know what to do with herself...
On any other night, anywhere, ever, the brunette would have almost certainly made a big deal out of this, teasing her friend, and calling Emi out; drawing everyone's attention to the fact that the proud hero was clearly, all-too obviously hoping against hope that her mortal enemy would kiss her...
But not tonight. Rika said nothing, she kept quiet as a mouse, transfixed and fascinated; watching them, intently, out of the corners of her eyes, dead set on not disturbing them, not letting them know she could see them... She wanted to see this play out, after all, what if he really did kiss her...? Everyone knew they actually secretly loved each other, and Maou would probably think he could get away with it, as a joke...
Emi swallowed a heavy breath. Ten seconds left. Maou was still chatting with Alciel, chuckling at his own jokes.
She wanted to scream at him, to look at her... Turn towards me, I'm obviously sitting here, next to you, blushing awkwardly!
She also couldn't believe she'd just thought that.
Nine seconds.
Come on! If you do this, I'll never be able to live it down, I'll never be able to convince the others that you're not fucking me-! Don't you want that?!
Her thoughts were swirling, and she couldn't stifle them like she normally would, for some reason...
Emi turned to the King of Demons, not at all subtly. She was bright red, barely able to find breath, and wringing her fingers nervously together...
Eight seconds.
Maou turned a bit, too, catching on. He faced her, properly, but silently, interrupting himself and trailing off; coolly meeting her eyes, at last. The hero panicked instantly, regretting everything she'd just been thinking.
Maou assessed her. She was sitting close to him, very close, and facing him... Leaning into him, even...?
Watching him, with wide eyes, breathlessly, flushed red and looking almost frightened, but somehow excited...? He raised one eyebrow after a moment.
Emi made a small noise, mortified and undeniably excited.
Only four seconds remained. Alciel, Rika, and Lucifer were chanting... Suzuno snoozed on, oblivious, facedown in the carpet.
"Don't...don't you dare..." Emi managed to stammer, in a tiny, hushed squeaking voice; not quite managing to sound sincere. Her eyes told him a very different story; Maou grinned, eyeing her carefully.
He slid a bit closer to her, very intentionally, along the couch. Emi made a hilariously halfhearted attempt to shove him back, but very overtly put no force into it. She was blushing furiously, now, and actually leaned into him a bit, almost even puckering her lips...
"One...!" The chanting was growing loud, now.
"Dare...? Dare to do what, Emilia...?" Maou grinned, wickedly, pressing his forehead down against hers. "Kiss you...?"
"Y-Yes! No! No!" Emi squealed, short-circuiting. Her heart was pounding, her pulse slamming in her temples... Her thoughts were awash, hopelessly awash, and She just clutched at him, tighter and tighter, desperately... They were so close, now, their lips hovered, inches... No, Millimeters apart...
"Zero!" The rest of the room cried out, exploding into cheers. "Happy new year!"
They were so close, so close together, their lips even brushed, ever so slightly, just by a hair... Exhilaration blasted her senses. He was really going to do it... Maou was going to kiss her...?!
Emi was practically choking. Their breath mingled, hot and disorienting, as her eyes drifted shut-
"Ohhh, I see... Yeah, you two definitely aren't dating-!" Rika cackled, hysterical, positively thrilled, and holding her belly; pointing, overcome, at the Hero and the Demon King. "Sure looks that way, man, you guys hate each other so much, huh-"
For a moment, the poor Hero had... Just... lost herself.
Roaring disappointment screamed up in the deepest part of her heart, and she saw that same buried disappointment reflected in his eyes, but immediately realized what was actually going on.
She blinked, and looked around, desperately, dizzied; seeing that Maou's arm was around her... Worse, She was pressed up against him, right up against him, holding his collar, fervently, in both hands... She could feel her modest breasts rubbing against him, through the thin fabric of her dress, and his suit jacket... She knew he could feel her nipples through them both...
He seemed to realize this, at the same time.
It was... Hot... It was warm, her body grinding up against him...
Emilia wailed, shrill, jumping a bit in place, and reflexively scooting as far back, away from Maou, as the couch cushions would allow. "No! No, t-that was... It was... Just...!"
Nobody moved. No-one said a word, just looking at Emi, at her red face, expectantly... Waiting for some excuse.
Including Maou. He was grinning, lightly, wordless.
She wanted to die.
"I told him not to!"
"Reeeaallly..." Alciel snickered, peering, knowingly, around the Demon King, at Emi.
"He's... He was just sexually assaulting me, he does it all the time!" Emi yelped back, defensively, utterly horrified, and covering her red face with both hands.
"That's true," Maou acknowledged, chuckling lightly.
"Yes it is!" Emi nearly screamed, glaring sideways at him, folding her hands anxiously in her lap.
Rika had to test herself, measuring her willpower; she resisted, with all her might, with every fiber of her being, the urge to point out how Emi had climbed up onto the couch, next to Maou, exactly as the countdown started... How desperate she had looked, how badly she had obviously wanted him to kiss her... Really kiss her, tongue her throat-
The older woman managed not to say any of that; and, instead, just chuckled, quietly, to herself. Shaking her head, she bent down, and picked up Suzuno, who was drooling, snoring, off the carpet; hauling the comatose smaller girl up over her shoulder, and winking at Alciel. "Lucifer, come on! It's time to head out-!"
Emi just stammered, helplessly, bright red and staring down at her hands. She picked at her fingernails, having a breakdown. "A-Are you sure? You guys have to l-leave, r-right now?"
Alciel caught Rika's meaningful glance, and nodded silently in return. He got to his feet, stretching, and very ostensibly yawning. "Oh... Oh, yes. It's past midnight, now, we'd best be on our way. Have to drop off Suzuno and Lucifer, you know..."
"You guys don't want to stay for...like, tea, or something?" Maou wondered, aloud, recovering far quicker than the Hero; still subtly snickering to himself, and staring sideways at Emilia. He tossed the television remote up and down in his left hand. She was too cute. "Emi can make you something-"
The hero hissed, snapping instantly out of her stupor, and sitting up, flushed red; she tried to smack the King of Hell lightly upside the head, and ended up adorably play-fighting with him for a heartbeat. "Could you stop volunteering my time and effort, for once-?!"
Rika chuckled. A vein throbbed in Emi's forehead, and she tried to sneak a smack onto the demon king with her free hand; Rika just waved Lucifer over. As Maou pinned Emilia's other arm down, beside her head, and the hero let a tiny squeak escape her, the older woman nearly guffawed. They were too perfect. It was hilarious that they didn't believe they were in love...
Both the fallen angel and the Demon General made their way to the door, collecting their shoes. Rika waved the host and hostess off. "No, no... There's no need. I'm sure Emi is eager for you to start eating her ass, Maou, we'd just be in the way..."
The Hero yelped, blushing madly and looking up at them, as Maou still loomed above her, pinning her down; the play fighting champ. "Just get going, already!"
Maou let her go, grinning, distracted, to himself; a moment before things would have started getting even more sexually tense between them.
Emi climbed to her feet, stomping furiously, and storming off into the kitchen, steaming red.
"Oh, maybe it's your night to suck his dick?" Rika called out, after her, teary eyed and delighted. Maou cackled. "You're clearly excited for that-"
"Fuck off!" Emi shrieked back, from the kitchen.
"She's in a bad mood." The older woman observed, whistling. She patted Suzuno, mindlessly, on the behind; still gleeful, and swollen with alcohol and merriment. "It must be anal night for you two."
"It is, that's exactly what it is." Maou concurred, nodding solemnly, but grinning wildly. He got up to show them all out, looking back, snickering, for Emi.
"It is not! Just go already!" The Hero sobbed, helplessly, flushed red; peeking out of the kitchen, at Maou and the party by the door.
"Bye, Emi! I'll pray for your asshole!" Lucifer waved, sniggering, and stepping out into the cold. Maou's grin widened, as Emi squeaked something incoherent, furious, in the kitchen.
"It was lovely, as always-" Alciel followed suit, bowing neatly to his overlord, smiling, utterly content.
"Bye, you two... Remember, stay safe, use protection..." Rika added one last jab, winking at the Hero, who had stepped back into the hallway, frowning; looking utterly miserable, faintly red, as she toweled off some dishes, and the Demon king, who was just shaking his head, smirking, as she stepped out... Shutting the door behind herself.
There was genuine silence, for a moment.
Emi groaned, loudly, positively inconsolable. She stared up, listlessly, into the ceiling. Maou just snickered, tense, locking the door and heading back into the living room; making straight for the couch.
They were alone together, once again, as always... At last. It felt like a long time coming.
Ex-V: Did you like it?
Did you have fun? I hope so!
I've got the next two chapters of this completely done, edited up and everything, and the next chapter or two after that pretty much done as well. I adore this story, and I'm having a ton of fun working on it~
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