Dress Up
Summary: It wasn't just Ameri who saw Iruma in that vacant room. As soon as Amodeus Alice saw the very man he admires in that fluffy and fluttery clothes, the incubus within him is slowly awakening. And maybe that's not a bad thing after all. Iruma X Asmodeus.
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Chapter 1: Desires Burning
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"You're pretty unimaginative, aren't you, Iru-boy? Not how about transforming it into something you'll never want to wear again, EVER!"
Iruma perked at the odd request but the excitement of learning magic from Ali-san removed any want to question him. But the more the avatar pressured him, the more his ideas run dry. What should he transform into? Regardless of the luxuries that his grandfather afforded him Iruma had never been a picky boy, especially since clothes were hard to come by when he was back in the human world and his earnings have to go to his parents' wants, not his need.
So it's not really that surprising that the young human boy had nothing in mind when the Gluttony's avatar pressured him further, annoyed by the earlier lack of creativity of his new master.
"Come on, Iru-boy. Let's get this fashion show under way!"
As panic bubbled at the pit of Iruma's stomach, his mind quickly showed him a glimpse of his traumatic debut at the Makubari Dome that has forced him into revealing himself into the world. And without thinking, his mind instinctively latched onto that soft frilly dress that Clara procured from her pocket and he yelled,
"Chercille!"
And the room erupted into a blue smoke that transformed his uniform into the one thing he'd never wear again.
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Ameri was patrolling the premises, a part of her habits as student council. Everything was clear so far and she had been thankful that following the Kirio Incident, the school had been silent so far as that incident entailed a lot of paperwork on the student council. The teacher have been pressuring them into reviewing most of the Batra's activities in order to prevent a repeat of it. And while she could see the logic behind, it doesn't diminish the fact that most of the student council's time have been occupied with more and more surveillance work.
So it's nice to take a stroll like this under the guise of "patrol" every once in a while. Her peace would soon be interrupted when a slight explosion shook the nearby door; the unmistakable flash of blue signaling the use of magic. Fearing for the worst, and a possible repeat of the Kirio Incident, she swung the door wide open and steeled herself.
"Who's there? The use of vacant rooms without permission is forbidden!" She yelled. And she wasn't entirely wrong here. This policy was one of the newer countermeasures to discourage students from experimenting on their own, without a teacher's supervision.
She braced herself for the violator's reprisal but to her complete and utter surprise the person standing in front of her was none other than the man who have been haunting her dreams. There in the middle of the room in all his fluttery and frilly glory, Suzuki Iruma.
Heat rose to Ameri's cheeks as she felt her heartbeat sped up, her throat clamped as she tried to stutter out her surprise.
"S-s-s-s-oft and fluttery! Wh-Wha-what are you… What are you wearing Iruma?" She managed to choke out despite her racing mind.
The freshman looked like he was a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide as he stood frozen in place in that cute and breath-taking outfit that caught the demon world by the storm.
Surprised. Embarrassed and utterly caught unprepared, Iruma tried to stutter his own response, trying to justify the misunderstanding.
"Wait… Ameri-san. This isn't what it looks like. I was practicing magic!"
This caught Ameri's attention. Of course. Iruma is not someone who'd wear something this soft and frilly willingly. He's an ambitious headstrong man who dives straight for his dreams. Surely, her dreams is just dreams and there's a perfectly rational explanation for this. The stage performer Irumi and her Iruma couldn't be one and the same right?
And so the student council's President managed to regain her composure.
"Magic? You were practicing magic?"
"That's right Ameri-san. I was talking to this ring here and he's giving me tips on how to improve my magic."
Alarm bells rang again in the president's mind. Wait. There's so many things wrong with that statement that it restored Ameri's panic once more. First, Iruma's a human, so he couldn't have been improving his magic. And secondly, the ring couldn't talk. The ring COULDN'T talk.
The ring is an inanimate object for goodness' sake.
"There's no way that a ring can talk!" She exclaimed, her dreams returning to her in full force. "You've fallen so deep into your fluffy and soft outfits hobby that you're indulging in your fantasies?" Yes this is the only logical conclusion that Ameri could conclude in her mind, her mind that's now in complete panic and breakdown mode, assailed by her dreams and doubts over the past few days.
Iruma tried to look around, looking for Ali-san to clear up the misunderstanding, but Ameri's poor brain and heart was overheating. It's all she can take for one day. And so she run, leaving behind an equally panicking Iruma.
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Alice was looking for Iruma-sama. They promised to eat lunch together but so far he and Clara saw no sign of their leader since break has started and so the demon started worrying. Fearing that something might be wrong he started to stalk through the wide open halls of Babyl's academy.
It wasn't hard to track Iruma down for he wore the same perfume almost every single day and the scent have been ingrained in Alice's mind. He has learned to memorize the scent the moment he first took a whiff of that delectable scent. It was a typical demon perfume. But something underneath have a strange allure that Alice couldn't quite explain.
Nevertheless, he continued his search and as soon as he could smell the scent grow stronger, he's certain that his search would soon end. His suspicions were confirmed by loud shouting followed by a fleeing flash of crimson.
Is that the president?
Curious, he took a peek at the wide open door that was left ajar in her wake. His heart nearly jumped to his throat when he saw the object of his fascination… and respect.
Never had he seen Iruma so lost and so… vulnerable.
It sends strange jitters down Alice's spine. The scent of panic and confusion that wafted from the room assaulted his nostrils and the pink-haired demon was surprised at the intensity of the electricity that now rippled through his body.
Those wide electrical blue eyes, tears threatening to fall at their very edges; the wide open mouth and the plump lips that called out to Ameri and the lost and defeated expression that marred the usually kind-hearted and soft face was all too much and Alice's knees weakened at the sight of the weak and pathetic creature in the room.
It made him want to scoop up the small and vulnerable boy in that room. But more importantly, it awakened a strange new desire within him. He wanted to claim the demon as his own, to devour him and take in all his vulnerability and shield him from the world.
Alice took a few steps back.
What's happening to him?
His head felt like spinning.
But he'd already seen Iruma in that outfit before. So why is he suddenly so overwhelmed now? Alice tried to still his beating heart. Let's see. In those moments Iruma had been smiling, enjoying the songs and the admiration of the demons around him. This time, Iruma's face was contorted into a vulnerable and pitiful state.
Could that be the reason? Could his protective instinct have been awakened by Iruma's lost and confused expression, compounded by him wearing that cute and adorable outfit.
A strange glint started burning within Alice's amethyst eyes. Desire flaring within their depths.
He felt his hands shaking, his lips extending into a snarl as he felt his fangs growing, a strange hunger blooming at the pit of his stomach. His clawed hand scraped at the walls by the door as he tried to steady himself amidst shaking knees.
No.
Iruma-sama deserves better than this.
And if Alice is to have him, he will have him properly.
A small smile started playing on the demon's lips.
Yes. He will have Iruma-sama. Only he can shield him from this world. Only he can be the spear that strikes down his enemies. He will erase that pitiful look on his face and be his partner. He swore as the heir of the house of Asmodeus.
Suzuki Iruma… You will be mine.
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A/N: To be continued? This is my first ever foray into this fandom. So please tell me if it sucks or not haha. I'm thinking since season 2 is ending this night, I might as well start this one just to deal the growing anxiety of waiting for the next season next year (gods I hope there will be a season 3). Anyway, like it? Hate it? Feel free to tell me how you feel or what you think.