This thing simply didn't want to leave my head be and this pairing really does need more love, so...here we go.
Warnings(for this chapter): molestation, mild slash, and mild cussing.
Disclaimer: Eeeh...really...there's a reason for why this is posted where it is.
The Question
Prologue: The Dilemma
"Mmh..."
"Hah...nh!"
The sound of panting, muffled moans, and low growls filled his ears. How had he ended up in this situation again? What was this anyway? Warm lips on his own; tongues battling for dominance; teeth clicking together sending jolts of excitement down his spine; the large muscular body pinning him to the bridge leg; the hands holding his neck and hip in a vice grip; spiky strawberry-blonde hair framing a strong angled face filling his vision every time his eyes cracked open.
His mind didn't seem to be able to understand it. Actually it was a wonder he could think at all. To be honest, he simply wasn't thinking, which would explain a lot. It was hot. So fuckings hot. He vaguely wondered whether Be'el-boy's brother En was throwing a tantrum nearby. That thought blew straight out of his head a moment later as the hand that had been on his hip had found its way under his shirt and gone to tweak his nipple.
"Goddamn...bastard...Toujou!" he managed to snarl through his gritted teeth, though the breathless quality his voice had taken on made it sound like an invitation rather than a curse. He could feel the lips nibbling on the sensitive skin on his neck twitch up into a smirk. Asshole!
"Lill'Lord! Why are you sleeping here! Alone! OGA!"
His body reacted before his mind. The next moment he watched with detached fascination as Toujou skidded backward a few meters, doubling over while clutching his middle. Lowering his fists, he unconsciously straightened his shirt a bit before turning to look in the direction of Hilda's voice.
A blonde head peaked around the corner of the bridge leg, electric green eyes fixing him with a stare that if directed at any normal person would probably cause instant combustion and decimation of the poor victim on the receiving end. Hilda glanced past Oga at Tojou for a moment, raising a questioning eyebrow before fixing him with a glare.
"Leaving the Lill'Lord to sleep on the ground is simply unacceptable. Next time you're putting him down to fight leave him your shirt to sit on at the very least."
Rolling his eyes the dark haired youth muttered irritably "Why do I have to fight half naked just so that Be'el-boy gets something to sit on and dirty for me? As if he doesn't crawl around all naked anyway. He rolls in the dirt more often than I get into fights."
"You're forgetting he is the Great Demon King's son-" The rest of Hilda's speech got drowned out as a familiar large hand landed on his shoulder. Ogas entire focus went to the owner of the hand though he kept his stare steady on Hilda's rapidly moving lips. The orange-head murmured something in a low voice, only for the shorter boy's ears before patting his shoulder and leaving. Oga watched him throw a casual wave over his shoulder from the corner of his eyes.
"As if I could forget that. I never wanted to be "responsible" for this twerp. Leave it already. He won't catch a cold that easily." Forcing down the blush that threatened to rise to his cheeks Oga replied in his customary annoyed tone, furthering the argument by instinct alone; it had become a habit of sorts to argue with the black clad maid.
He really had to struggle to contain the urge to turn his head and stare after the older man.
"We'll continue some other time."
Bastard. Why had it turned out like this. It didn't make sense. Well, no use in trying to figure it out. Understanding feelings and suggestive actions had never been his strong side, and it wasn't necessary either. Living life in a straightforward way was how it was and always would be. It sounded weak and unlikely in his mind for some reason.
The argument continued as the trio returned to the dark haired youth's house. The pastell-green haired baby making random happy noises as he listened to the older two bicker. The blonde girl fuming slightly and gritting her teeth at Oga's stubborn nature. And Oga? He was busy mentally dreading and at the same time looking forward to the next time he would meet a certain orange-head while suppressing the desire to hit his head against the wall till he managed to behead himself.
TBC
...I need to rewatch Beelzebub now...Hilda feels awkward to write...
Be'el-boy: felt this was more natural for Oga to refer to Baby-Beel since...well...Baby-Beel sounds too...I dunno...something a girl would say, and to me this was a much better translation
Well then. Till next time~