Battler's mind had finally started to emerge from his deep slumber. Wanting to relish in his warm, comfy bed a little more, he kept his eyes closed. He snuggled closer to the body that lay next to him, smiling when the two arms wrapped around his middle slightly tightened and helped pull him in. He felt hands weave throughout his hair, and he couldn't help but think about how blissful and perfect everything seemed to be.
It's been a while since I've woken up to someone in my bed. Suddenly getting mischievous thoughts in his head, he reached up to grab at the person's chest. Instead of coming across the squishy mounds he expected, his hand lay flat against the person's chest. Scared and confused, Battler tried to reason out, M-maybe this girl is just a bit flat-chested..
To test out his hypothesis, he slid his hand down the chest, somewhat apprehensive, yet still loving the warm heat under his hand. Battler was too scared to notice the small gasp that came from above him as he approached the person's crotch. Finally, the moment of truth came, and he let his fingers slowly coil around the bulge.
"B-Battler.. Shouldn't you treat me to dinner first?" A muffled voice came from above him. The person's head had been buried in Battler's hair, most likely too embarrassed to face the red-head. "A-ah, no, that's probably a bad idea… since your food did get me sick.." A familiar chuckle resonated above, with a tinge of shame and embarrassment.
Fuck! Everything came flooding back to Battler. He had gotten a certain demon butler sick. Beatrice had made him kiss her shoes. As punishment, he had to bring Ronove back to full recovery. And now he was the one cupping Ronove's…
In a flash, Battler pried himself from Ronove's arms, leaping from his bed, and backing away from the butler as much as he could. His back hit the wall behind him. Once he was somewhat satisfied with the space in between them, Battler proceeded to point at the slightly flushed butler in his bed, and start yelling.
"Y-you! W-why didn't you say anything, you creep?!" Battlers' hands came up to his face, attempting to hide his face, feeling his cheeks heat up. Then remembering what he had touched with that hand, he quickly tore them away and tried to rub off any unwanted residue on his pants. He felt his usual slacks underneath, and looked down to examine himself. He let out a small sigh, glad to see himself still wearing his white suit, meaning nothing else had gone down last night. The butler on his bed lay quiet as Battler tried to recall what had actually happened. Eyes suddenly becoming wide, Battler remembered the kiss. His hands flew to his lips, momentarily forgetting about the germs on them.
"You kissed me! You total pervert! Y-you-!" Battler exclaimed, tears in his eyes from pure embarrassment.
"Th-that I did." Ronove was trying to calm his shaky breaths, obviously still recovering from Battler's wandering hands.
Battler gasped, and then continued to shriek. "Y-you're disgusting! I know I got you sick and everything, but you didn't have to punish me that much!"
"Well you didn't push me away." Was Ronove's curt reply.
"I-if you're implying that I-I.. enjoyed kissing you, then you're absolutely wrong! Who would want to kiss a creepy old guy like you?!"
"What is the meaning of this?" This time, a female voice cut in. Battler swiveled around to face who had spoken, missing the look of hurt upon Ronove's face.
Virgilia was at the door, a tray of teacups and silverware in hand.
Battler didn't think it was possible, but his face had flushed even more, and his stammering wasn't helping at all. "Virgilia!" His voice was shrill. "C-can't you at least knock?! You're the one always going on about being proper!"
"Yes, I do go on about that. Which is why I'm wondering why you're arguing about kissing old men." Vigilia opened her mouth to lecture the boys, but decided against it, and set the tray on the bedside. "Have Ronove drink this tea, it should help his upset stomach. Beelzebub should be coming by any minute to deliver the actual breakfast." As if on cue, Beelzebub happily strolled in, carrying two more trays in her hands. Virgilia noticed that she was chewing, and had crumbs upon her face. With a small frown, Virgilia flicked the sister on the forehead.
"Owie! Hey, it's not my fault you entrusted me to bring the food here! I'm not the stake of gluttony for nothing!" She cried out.
"Let's go." The witch declared, and made her way towards the exit. Beelzebub handed the trays over to the irritated Battler, and cheerfully followed Virgilia. Before Virgilia could leave, she stopped at the doorway to turn and shoot a menacing look at Battler. In a low voice, she commanded, "Don't forget you promised Beatrice that you would take care of him. Make sure he eats. He's a stubborn one, so you'll probably have to feed him yourself. When I come back, that food better be gone." With that, the witch and stake closed the door behind them.
"Hey Virgilia?" Beelzebub asked, trailing behind the witch.
"Yes?" Virgilia calmly replied.
"You weren't thinking about your weird books you read when you said that, were you?~" The twin-tailed girl inquired, a hint of taunting in her voice. Much to the stake's delight, Virgilia blushed heavily, trying to reply as composed as she could manage.
"Of course not! I just wouldn't want Battler to be in a bad mood when the game starts. Beatrice would hate it if he couldn't concentrate on their game! I just want them to make-up."
"You mean make-out?~" Beelzebub corrected, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Please do not assume things!" Virgilia let her voice crack. As if things couldn't get any worse, a certain blonde demon appeared, wrapping an arm around the blushing Virgilia.
"Liaaaa!~ I wanted to come by and have a chat with you, and I couldn't happen to overhear… What's this about weird books? Could they possibly be the ones I let you borrow a while back?" Gaap had materialized beside Virgilia, pulling her closer. Completely taken by surprise, Virgilia only looked up at Gaap with her face flushed. Beelzebub noticed the body language between them, and came up with a flimsy,
"Is that cookies I smell?" and flew down the hallway, leaving the arguing women behind.
At first, Battler only glared at the butler residing in his bed. The butler simply stared back, eyes weary. Ronove decided he was too tired for anything, and collapsed back on to the bed. Battler seemed to forget his worries, realizing Ronove probably needed to get sufficient nutrition. He looked down at the trays in his hands, noting how the soup cooked up for Ronove was left untouched, but the strawberry cheesecake was mostly devoured. One small slice was left.
How annoying. Last time I ever try to do something nice for someone. Battler took a mental note to steal Beelzebub's own food, completely skipping over the part as to how to go about such a tremendous task. Still visibly distraught, Battler walked over to the lying Ronove, thrusting the food in front of him. Ronove only looked at him, replying with,
"I'm a bit tired right now. If you could kindly leave it on the table, I'd greatly appreciate it." Ronove then rolled over, not wanting to be any more trouble to the red-head than he already was. Battler was about to happily oblige, but he then recalled Virgilia's threat, and knew he couldn't let Ronove just do whatever he wanted.
"Sorry, but you're gonna have to eat this now." Battler tried to sound demanding, but it was to no avail. The demon merely ignored Battler, keeping quiet. Ronove was hoping Battler had thought he was already asleep, and would soon leave him be, but that was not the case. Battler was a big brother, so he knew how to deal with hard-headed people. Normally, when Ange was straight out, ignoring him, he would tackle the little girl and tickle her until her eyes watered, and she had promised to reveal the reasons she was ignoring her brother. So naturally, Battler slammed the trays on the table, leaving clattering silverware behind as he pounced on the bed. Ronove let out a small gasp of surprise as he felt sudden weight clamping him to the bed. With his legs on either side of Ronove's middle, Battler reached out to grab at his stomach.
Vaguely aware of what he was doing, Battler stopped himself from tickling the man underneath him, realizing that tickling a grown man (Demon. Whatever.) would seem extremely out of line. Still, Battler's mind hadn't caught up to his actions all the way, and Battler had laid his hands against the butler's abdomen. Ronove curiously examined Battler from below, cheeks slightly flushed and an eyebrow arching up. The red-head silently cursed himself for doing such degrading acts, especially with Beatrice's butler.
Desperately trying to come up with an excuse as to why he was sitting on Ronove, hands on his gut, he frantically piped up with, "Y-you're losing weight! You r-really should eat this food! I mean, a-after all, they did prepare it for you! And I don't think B-Beelze cooked it, so it should be o-okay for you to eat!"
Ronove chuckled below him, thinking he'd rather eat something else… No! Stop it! You can't play with Milady's toy, so just hurry up and eat whatever you have to eat! Ronove pushed his unclean thoughts away, and he decided to cave in. Meanwhile, Battler's head was in turmoil. He actually loved how firm and warm Ronove felt. And he hated the fact that he enjoyed it. Battler's eyebrows arched up in a deep "v" and he bit his lip again.
Why do I feel this way around this weirdo?! It'd be fine if he was cute maid or something, but look at this guy! He's even got the whole pedo mustache! Another voice in Battler's head piped up. I think the mustache makes him look attractive. Battler scrunched his eyes up, looking the other way. He muttered a soft apology, yet made no move to get off of the demon.
Ronove could tell Battler was uncomfortable, and usually he liked to see Battler's face light up with pure humiliation, but he decided that it was enough. With another small smile, Ronove responded, "I don't feel as if I have gotten any lighter, though you're right. I should probably eat before Virgilia scolds you. I'd hate for you to get into trouble because of my selfish actions. Ku ku ku~"
Battler frowned, but nodded. Before he could say anything, he was interrupted. "Ah, could you be so kind as to hand me my soup?" The brunette requested. Nodding once again, Battler finally removed himself from the butler, and stood to retrieve the trays of food and bring them back over to the sick patient. He handed over the tray, careful not to spill anything, and then took his place in a chair beside the bed.
The meal took place in silence mostly. Ronove commented on how the meal tasted great. (Though Battler thought Ronove's cooking was still better, but he would never say that) Battler only "Hn-ed" in response. Once they had finished their meal, Battler noticed the barely-touched cheesecake slice on his own tray. He decided he should give it to Ronove, since he was sick after all, and Ange said sweets always made her feel better. So with that, Battler grabbed the plate of cheesecake and placed it onto Ronove's tray. Blushing, Battler looked away, mumbling. The butler peered up at him, eyes a bit wider than usual.
"Battler, you go ahead and eat it. You're already taking care of me, so there's no need to punish yourself further." Ronove smiled up at Battler, politely refusing the slice. Battler only frowned, but took up the slice and cut into it with his fork. About to take a bite, he stopped himself, a better idea popping into his head. The red-head leaned forward and pushed the fork into Ronove's mouth, eyes half-lidded and smirking.
"I don't see why you're calling it a punishment, when I clearly enjoy seeing your face get all flustered like it is right now~" Battler smiled at the sight in front of him. Ronove was trying to keep himself calm and collected, but was utterly failing. His cheeks were the shade of a tomato, and his eyes were wide from surprise. A bit of crumbs surrounded his chin and lips as he slowly chewed down on the cheesecake. "Hey, I'm being nice here. I'll even give you the best part of any cake!"
Battler plucked the strawberry off of the slice, popping it into Ronove's slightly open mouth. Some of the icing had gotten on his fingers, and he took the chance to sensually lick it off, all the while staring Ronove right in the face. Serves him right for being so creepy. How's it feel to have a taste of your own medicine, you perv? A pause. I really wanted that strawberry though… I don't care how childish I sound, that's like, the best part!... Ah, to hell with it! And with that, Battler sat next to the stammering butler and caught his lips with his own.
Battler shivered, goosebumps running up and down his arms and back, but he continued relentlessly, hoping to get the butler to open up a bit. Battler lapped at Ronove's lips, licking up any leftover crumbs, hoping he would get the message. Ronove finally granted access to the red-head, and Battler slipped his tongue inside, relishing in the taste of Ronove. He mostly tasted of cake, but there was still an underlying tone of gingerbread cookies and tea that Battler remembered from their earlier kiss.
He swiftly ran his tongue over Ronove's lips, before delving into the cavern of his mouth again, going straight for the strawberry that was somehow still intact. They stayed like that for a while as Ronove let Battler regain the sweet fruit. Finally completing his goal of taking it back, Battler still didn't want the kiss to end, loving the way Ronove was just melting into his arm, and the small moans that emanated deep from within his throat. So he allowed the kiss to continue for a bit, raking his fingers through the butler's silky hair. Once breathing became an issue for the both of them, Battler pulled away, chewing down on his newly accomplished strawberry. The sight he was rewarded with was spectacular.
Ronove's face was now completely red, plump and slightly irritated lips hanging open in a small "o". A trail of saliva raced down his chin, and his hands flew up to wipe it away. Battler beat him to it, and forced him to look back up at the red-head, with a finger underneath the butler's chin. Battler smiled, eyes crinkling at the sight. Who knew he could look so adorable?
"A-ah.. B-Battler I.. I fail to understand what your goal is here.." Ronove managed to choke out. Battler silenced him with another kiss. This one was small and sweet.
"Shh. I have to go return to my game. I'll be back." Battler took up the empty dishes and calmly walked out of the room, leaving behind a flustered and confused Ronove. On the way to the kitchen, he dropped the dishes off and met up with Beatrice. He ignored all her rude insults and her questioning about why he was smiling. Ah yes. I'd better get this over with so I can go back and make him see what it feels like to be on the receiving end of the harassment. Ihihihhihi~
AN: Well. There you go. This happened. It was really fun writing this! Anyways, criticism is greatly appreciated! Thanks!