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Who's That Father?

Hot Rod

(Then: Beelzehaven, Rave Town)

Two teenage Hellhounds ran up the stoop to the door of a shack on a dark rainy night. The shorter of the two opened the shack with his keys and let the other storm in past him. He followed her in and shook himself partially dry with a laugh before he shut the door.

"Well, that could have gone a lot fuckin' worse." He chuckled as he went to a small closet and opened it to pull a ragged towel out. He used the ratty cloth to dry the rest of himself off before he tossed it to the taller she-hound. She snatched it from the air with a growl and furiously started to dry herself off. The Hellhound snorted as he pulled his shirt off and wrung it out. "At least they didn't ban us before the storm caused everyone to scatter."

"Shut up, Uzumaki." The She-Wolf growled as she dragged the towel down her hair. "Fuckers always just–Should've let me rip them apart!"

"Don't get hung up on those idiots, Rox. It wasn't the worst date–"

"Shut the fuck up, Uzumaki!" She snarled at him, eyes dilated and glowing. He held the bared fanged glare with a glare of his own. She snorted and stormed into the bathroom. "I'm taking a fuckin' shower!"

"Fuckin–Fine! I was just saying it could have been worse, Rox. Geez," Naruto said with a snort. He dropped his shirt to the ground and started to ditch his soaked pants. A faint whine had him perk his ears up and stop mid-way and head further into his cheap housing unit. He pushed the door to his room open, his tail started to wag and he beamed at the individual that was within. "Well, hi Pickle! Did you have a good nap, Baby Girl?"

"Daaa!" The year-old puppy whined and yipped at him from where she stood in her crib, her legs shaking from how fast her tail wagged. She yipped and whined and whimpered even as he stepped in to pluck her up out of the crib, his paws under her arms that reached for him. Her little bushy tail blurred as he pushed his nose against hers, and he grinned when her tongue flicked out to lap at his muzzle around her whines.

"Oh, thank you, Pickle! So sweet!" Naruto cooed as he cradled the puppy and nuzzled her face, before he planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. She whined and babbled at him and he chuckled as a notable odor became apparent. "Oh, really? Yeah? Wow...I know, Baby Girl. 'Hurry up, Daddy, I'm smelly and hungry and I wanna play-play-play!' You made a little mess, yeah? Okay, okay. Daddy's gonna get that for you. Then we'll get some yummy mashed pickles, hm? You want some yummy mashed pickles, Pickle?"

"Daa!" Himawari keened at him and he smiled as he carried her over to a repurposed, half-rotted dry sink he snatched off the street once she got too big for him to change with one hand. Changing his puppy had been second nature to him for almost a year now. Even with as exhausted as he was while training for the Coalition of Kings, he could come home and relieve whatever friend he had sitting with his puppy – or just greet her from a long nap after she'd been tuckered out by him earlier if he didn't have to work – and take care of her without having to devote too much time to it. So taking care of his puppy? Not as much of a timely issue as it was when he first started out.

"There we go. All better." Naruto smiled as he took his puppy's waste and chucked it out the window into the brush beyond. Anything that might come sniffing around from the wilds of the Ring would make for a free week meal if it was large enough, or maybe give him some spare cash if it were a rarer, smaller predator.

Himawari keened at him once she had a new diaper on – fuck whatever demon out there thought infant Hellborn didn't need them, they were needed for Hellpups, otherwise no demon would have a clean floor; Hellhound parents everywhere would make sure of it – then rolled onto her knees to try and crawl off of the dry sink. He snagged her scruff and put her against his shoulder. A tilt of his head and muzzle allowed him to pin her in place with a soft growl so he could change out of his soaked pants. She fussed and whined for the entire thing, which was unfortunately inevitable, but a few growls and nips at her still tiny ears kept her from going too far.

"I know, Pickle. You're so unburdened now that your ass is clean, you just want to run amok and rip shit apart, and Daddy's just being a fuckin' buzzkill!" Naruto growled into her neck once he got some athletic shorts on. He grabbed a shirt and then carried Himawari out with him to the bathroom. He knocked and pushed the busted door open to set the shirt in the sink. "Rox, got a shirt for ya–"

"C'mere." His wrist was snagged and he was hauled in by the taller She-Hound and suddenly found himself face-to-breast with his occasional friend with benefits. The rush had Himawari keen and Roxanne quickly averted course and shoved him back out. The door slammed shut behind him and he started to laugh while she snarled. "What the shit, douchebag! You could've fuckin' said you had the runt with you!"

"What did you fucking think I was doing while you were in here? Thanks for the gratuitous motorboat, by the way."

"Fuck you!"

"If you want to later, I'm down." Naruto snarked over his shoulder. He went to the cupboard where he kept Himawari's mashed food and set her on the counter near it. "Alright, Pickle–Wha-bup-bah! No! Si-i-it. No! Bad girl, Daddy said sit!"

The growl had his puppy stop crawling toward the edge and he flashed a fang at her. She whined and he let his lip fall to grin.

"That's right, you listen to Daddy. Good girl, Himawari." She yipped at the praise and he dug around in the cupboard. "Alright kiddo, you have options of pickles or..nope, just pickles. Shit. Gonna have to make a food run soon. Pickles for the Pickle, it is!"

Himawari keened as he grinned at her while he cracked open a small jar of the mashed food. He let her play around with the food while he scrounged for a snack of his own. A shatter and whine had him look up from the bag of jerky he found.

"Oh, fuck. Dammit, Himawari–" He sighed as his mashed-pickle covered puppy started to cry after she knocked her food off of the counter. He stuck a stick of jerky in his mouth and grabbed the pup before she cut herself on any glass. A series of padded steps had him hold Himawari out to Rox. "Here, hold this."

"Wh–Hey! I didn't agree to it, asshole!" The flustered She-Hound readjusted her hold on the crying puppy when he dumped her in her hands and grimaced. "Oh, what the fuck is on her fur?!"

"It's just mashed pickle, Rox. Chill – Fuck!" Naruto snarled as some of the glass slipped under his claw into the quick on his finger. "Whoever designed this shit needs to be fuckin punted into a sun."

"Oh, c'mon runt, shh. Yeah, your daddy's a dipshit, I know." Roxanne grumbled as she used a rag from the counter to wipe off the puppy. "Ugh, how does she always get shit in her ears?"

"If you can figure that out, please tell me."

The sooner he got his daughter to stop clogging her ears with food, the better.

(Now: Beelzehaven, Business Boulevard)

The pitch black cup of coffee stared back up at her from where it rested in her claws. She growled at one of the suits that were assigned to follow her by her agency. Upside to signing with a non-Greed affiliated agency? She had a lot of say in what gigs she took, what she made off of them, and what public appearances she needed to make. Downside to her current agency? Her manager was paranoid as fuck and ever since Wild Things Facilitated dropped the agency for interfering in something – neither her manager nor Naruto would fucking elaborate – she always tried to smother her with bodyguards that would probably be better off as runway models.

Like, yeah, she appreciated the eye-candy, but they weren't the Hound she wanted. Roxanne Wolfsbane growled and shook her head.

Don't fuckin' think about it. You're the dumbass that blew it. She huffed and tapped her claw on the mug in front of her. Her head dipped and she curled her lip back, hidden by her long, styled hair. But how the fuck was I supposed to know he'd would get so pissed? It was just a fucking suggestion to leave her with Nubis, he barely sees her anyway! If he wasn't so fuckin' weird he would've accepted it on the fucking spot and I'd have sealed the fuckin life I deserved–!

"This seat taken?"

Roxanne looked up and glowered at the stupid asshole that always made her stomach do flips whenever they were together. His dumb blue eyes still so fuckin bright, almost welcoming – a mutation or some shit that kept him from developing the typical bright red eyes that belonged to a mature Hellhound – and his darkened muzzle fur had grown a bit shaggier. Fuck, did he get fuckin taller, too? She'd liked him well enough when he was a short-king – it gave her a nice little boost to her ego whenever she could tease him into a good fuck that left her nice and sore – but now that he was a panty-soaking, fuck-off giant – in not only physical presence, but in name as well – he was just...Dammit, she fucked up a sure thing so hard!

"It's a free Ring."

"...Right. Good to see you too, Rox." Naruto huffed as he sat down across from her. Roxanne frowned at his response while he sipped at the black tar he probably picked up while she was lost in her head. "So...how's everyone doing? You guys just finished a tour, right? How was that?"

"Yeah, everyone's fuckin' fine. Tau's taking a break, shitter got spooked after a gig in Pentagram City. Tch, fuckin' P.R. shows all over Hell and it totally figured that Pride was the one where we got mobbed. Fuckin' worst Ring to tour, I swear." Roxanne grumbled as she looked away and tried to forget how that shitshow went. She tapped her mug and looked back up to find those damn blue eyes staring into her. Her gaze fell again. "How's...How's the runt?"

"...Himawari is fine." Naruto answered coolly. To her credit, Roxanne didn't wince. She felt her ear flick when the Hound across from her lifted his mug again. "She misses you."

"No, she fuckin' doesn't." Not after the way she just up and left. No explanation, no apology for the last thing she said to the brat. Shit, Roxanne felt her tail curl.

"She does, Rox." He drummed his claws on the table. "If you ever wanted to see her, you can."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'd love that." Roxanne grumbled. He growled at her and she felt her ears fold back and her tail flicked. She had to close her eyes. Don't get excited, you're not going to have angry sex after a fight this time. She had to change the subject and there was one thing she was sure that wouldn't lead her into another fight. It would suck to bring up, though, like really fuckin' suck. Even as her jaw clenched, as her chest squeezed and her claw dug into the ceramic of her mug, she forced herself to ask: "And the new bitch?"

"...I'm gonna let that one slide, because that's how you are." His warning growl shook the other patrons and made the bodyguard suits seated nearby perk up. Rather than threaten her further, Naruto let out a slow breath and his lips pulled back into that stupid smile. Her heart plummeted when he spoke. "Loona's...She's amazing, Rox. She's about as fucked up as we are, works in the same field I do–"

"You're dating a rival competitor?" That was interesting enough and not something that would push her buttons.

"Nah, she's a secretary for a business up in Pride. Haven't actually seen her fight yet, but she was in Pride's Pound nearly her whole life, so...Pretty sure she can hold her own, y'know." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll take her to a pit on a date night."

"...You took her on a date here, right?"

"We ate lunch at The Bowl, yeah."

"Oh." That, unfortunately, made sense. If there was anything Uzumaki knew worth a damn, it was where to find good food in this shithole. This next bit Roxanne actually didn't want to know, but it would be weird if she didn't ask. "You manage to break her yet? She's, like, half your size."

"Cute, though, right?" Naruto grinned with all teeth, as if proud, and she felt her tail curl tighter around her ankle. Still, he wasn't wrong. Roxanne clocked the little bitch as a cutie and was going to save her from what she expected to be a fuckin' lame date if she didn't get that call from a surprised Naruto when she did. She nodded and took a drink of her coffee while he chuckled. "She's...It's different when they're..."

"Normal sized?" Roxanne drawled. He narrowed his eyes at her and she shrugged. "I'm a freak, Uzumaki. I already fuckin' know that."

"You're not–I was going to say that it's different when your partner is significantly smaller." He rubbed his neck and sat back in his seat. "Pretty sure I'm going to get a crick in my neck if I grow any taller."

"Yeah, but enough about me and mine." His grin turned into a salacious smirk. "What about you, Rox? Did "The Rockstar" nail down anyone while on tour? Got any raunchy stories to share?"

"Managed to hook up with our opening act's drummer, but...dude's got no skill in bed." Roxanne huffed. It was arguably the worst sex she'd had in a long time, she basically had to hold the fucker's hand while he made every move one would expect out of a porno. She wouldn't be surprised if he learned his shit from that and was just used to fucking the drugged or drunk groupies that followed him.

"That was 'Chomper Street', right? So...Wait, that drummer's half your height!" Naruto scowled at her and she rolled her eyes. "You're giving me shit for going after a cute little She-Hound when you did the same thing–?"

"I fucked a drummer, not a secretary. For all the pounding he did on stage, you'd think he'd have been fucking decent at it."

"Maybe you should broaden your horizons." Naruto suggested. He went to say more when he looked at his watch as it vibrated. He arched his brow and then it narrowed once he pulled his phone out. He closed his eyes and groaned into his hand. "Oh, dammit. I already said I'd show up. Fuckin–She could've told me that Vortex invited her to that kind of party...No, it's not his fault. He doesn't know..."

"Doesn't know what?" Roxanne asked. He hung his head and grumbled before he looked around. He eyed her guards for a minute before he looked at her. A brow went up and she crossed her arms. "They're just muscle. They won't say anything if they want to keep their fuckin' jobs."

"Alright. This doesn't leave the table." Naruto growled. "Dead ass, Rox. Only Loona, Jiraiya and my people know this. This stays here."

"Okay?" Roxanne blinked. "You don't have to tell me–"

"Look, the argument we had? It happened, it sucked, but for whatever reason, I still trust you," He said and her heart started to pound a bit faster. Her eyes widened when he pulled the tie around his neck and undid the top three buttons on his shirt. The left side was pulled back to reveal his chest – fuck that new bitch that showed up, Roxanne was half-tempted to gut her for snatching this fine piece of ass off the market while she was on tour – and tapped at the collarbone.

The fucking golden seal of Beelzebub lit up where he tapped.

"...What the fuck–?"

"On Euthday, I had to make a deal." Naruto grumbled as he buttoned his shirt back up – Swallow that whine, Roxanne! You're fuckin' better than that! – and redid his tie. "Got enlisted and now I'm fuckin owned."

Roxanne shattered the mug in her hand.

"Fuck!" She snarled and started wiping the coffee up with a napkin. Naruto helped her and then looked over her ceramic-pierced paw.

"Shit, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just...I never fucking expected you to get involved in a Pact." Roxanne muttered, still a bit shocked by the revelation. "Did she trick or trap you into it?"

"Well, I was trapped by rubble, but let's leave it at that." Naruto grumbled as he pulled a few shards out of her claw. "And let's just say I'm not thrilled by the reason she wanted it."

"What, did you deny her a job or something?"

"Or something."

Roxanne frowned at the grumbled answer and then took her hand out of his after he finished wrapping...Oh, that was his tie. She cradled her hand to her stomach and looked up at him as he put his hands on her shoulders.

"You'll keep it quiet, right?" He asked softly. Roxanne nodded and he smiled his stupid adorable smile at her. "Thanks, Rox."

"...Don't fuckin' mention it."

"C'mon, you should go get that looked at by someone. I'll walk you to your car."

It was a quiet walk, and would be tense if either she or Naruto were intimidated by the meat-heads that were hired to 'protect' her. Fat load of good they did when she hurt herself, though. He opened the SUV door for her and helped her in – he growled a threat at one of the idiots hired to protect her tried to muscle him away; Roxanne would've paid good money to see him rip that arrogant dipshit apart – while the guards got into the front. Before he could shut the door, she stopped it with her foot.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly. "Being...owned?"

"...I'm not thrilled by it, but...it's got its perks."

"Such as?"

"Well," Naruto flashed another salacious grin her way. "Vortex isn't the only one who can say he fucked a Sin anymore."

What?

...Oh.

Oh!

Ohh...

"So, wait, she made a pact with you–?"

"Just for sex, yep." He sighed and leaned against the open space, his back to the door. "And just now, my girlfriend unintentionally extended an invite to one of her parties. I don't know if Loona even knows that she's Tex's girlfriend...I should give her a head's up."

"Sadistic Fuck...Your luck is so fucking shitty, Uzumaki. Get the fuck away from me before it infects me." Roxanne snorted. He laughed and leaned in to give her a hug – not a platonic one either, one of the ones he'd give her whenever they agreed to hook up and went all the way – that she awkwardly returned with one arm. When he pulled away she caught onto his arm and hesitated as he held her gaze. "Do...Can we do this again, sometime?"

"Coffee? Yeah, sure. As long as you promise not to break any more mugs. I think Pris will kill me if I start losing ties as fast as I lose pants." He joked – not that she understood the joke, but she knew when he was being stupid on purpose – before he pursed his lips. "Or spread a rumor that I'm into being tied up with them…"

"Aren't you, though? I distinctly remember a certain short-king escorting me from Ozzie's for my eighteenth birthday in a pair of handcuffs..."

"Hey, what we did in Lust stays in Lust." Naruto growled as he tapped her nose. Roxanne smirked at him and he shook his head. "Take care, Rox."

"See you around, Uzumaki."

He shut the door and waved at her from the other side of the window as the meatheads in suits drove off.

"Where to, Miss Wolfsbane?" The driver asked.

"...Oh, I dunno, a pizza place maybe–? Take me to the fuckin' Vet, dipshit! I'm bleeding here!" Roxanne snarled at the idiot before she glared out the window as Business Boulevard went past. Her eyes narrowed. So, now he's screwing Tex over, huh? Bout time he grew a set and got back at him. But if he's going to the party later...Hm...I wonder if I can get a ticket to that show?

(Gluttony, Beelzebub's Mansion)

The house party was bumping and the Vibes were so fucking good that it was almost distracting. Almost. Right now, Queen Bee was hiding away and waiting for the big rise to the peak of the party before she made her grand entrance. After all, Bee might be the host, but she was never known for her punctuality.

"I'm going to miss you so fuckin' much." Bee sighed as she locked lips with her favorite chew toy in her hive-room. Vortex moaned into her mouth while his big paws cupped and fondled her ass and she leaned against him. Yes, run those claws up and down. Just the way she likes him to do it.

"Gonna miss you, too, babe." He rumbled once their kiss broke. He smiled bitterly at her. "We still got the rest of the week, though."

"Yeah." Bee frowned. She hated Kurama so fuckin' much – nope! She wasn't going to let him ruin her good time. No one likes Mondays, and the Party Pups that showed up were all so fuckin' eager to bust off and get wild. She grinned at Vortex. "So, what's the eta on this special guest of yours?"

"Uh, lemme check." He pulled his phone out and his ears shot up. "Oh, fuck, she's here. I should go find her. Get her settled in."

"Go ahead. And, hey, if she's as cute as you say, maybe we can talk her into some fun threesome time later..." Bee enticed him with another peck and took a deep whiff of the elated Vibes he let off. She smiled as he left and watched his fine ass disappear around the corner. The Sin let out a heavy sigh, she really was going to miss Vortex...but she did find a great backup. The same fuckin' stud of a Hellhound that got her in this shitty situation was exactly the kind of fuck she expected him to be.

(Then: Beelzebub's Mansion)

Bee grinned as she sat on the desk across from the scowling Foxy Hunk. He'd shown up about five minutes ago and immediately asked for a beer. Not demanded, he asked...with manners, too! It was a pleasant surprise, especially since she knew he wasn't a fan of their arrangement or of her, but that was just going to make tonight so much better.

"So... how was dinner last night?" She asked as he lowered the Beelze-Juice bottle he lowered from his mouth.

"Spare me the fuckin' small talk." Oomph, talk about sour Vibes. He set his bottle down and his weirdly pretty blue eyes narrowed at her while his lip curled. "Let's just get this fuckin' over with so I can go home."

"That excited for us to get our freak on, huh? I get it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, too." Bee grinned. She hovered up and climbed onto his lap. He growled when she started to grind on him. His eyes started to glow – cool, the glow was also blue! – and she nipped at his jaw. "Don't get so pissy, bitch. You wanted to get started right? You wanna fuck me? Make me regret marking you?"

"I'd much rather be at home watching a movie with my puppy," he snarled. "I'm not interested in fuckin' Vortex's girl."

Bee's smile strained as her hips stilled. Oh, he was going to be like that, huh? She can play that game.

"Yeah? Well you're not fucking his girl. You haven't fucked his girl since he stole that ex of yours." Bee teased. His nostrils flared, spice filled the air. He took his eyes off of her and grabbed his Beelze-Juice and drained the rest of the bottle. It was chucked aside and his hands grabbed onto her hips. She swallowed back a hiss as his claws dug into her skin.

"Rules." He growled. She glared at him and his eyes flashed. "Rules, or I walk out right fucking now."

"You drop the second you step out." Bee growled at him. He smirked and her eyes shifted. "You think I'm bluffin' Fishpaste?"

"I'll take my chances."

"Fine. What rules?"

"No kissing." Alright, a bummer, but Bee can live with that– "Anal only."

"Ex fucking scuze you?" She snarled. Her craving was for some sweet creampie action, not for a backdoor busting. Like, she'd do it, but she needed to sate her craving.

"Anal. Only." One of his large paws tugged at her ass and a claw pierced at – whoa, how the fuck did he know where–? "You've gotten a lot of exposure at those stupid parties of yours."

"...Anal Only." Bee reiterated with a smirk as she hid the bristle she felt. It was probably just foreplay or something he thought she would get riled up by. "Does that go both ways?"

"Depends."

"Oh, yeah? Or wha-a-a-aaawhn…" Bee let her head fling back and clawed at his stupid sculpted chest. That exploratory claw pierced right through her shorts and the finger it was attached to probed a good inch and a half into her backdoor. Fuck, his finger was bigger than Vortex's and he barely went back there because he liked her honeypot too much.

"Depends on if you'll have the energy to try getting me on my knees." He growled at her as his finger slid past the knuckle and started to slowly pump in and out of her ass. Fuck, that wasn't fair! This dirty fuckin' hound! Bee groaned as he growled again. "Or on my back. That's the game tonight, Bee. You want to own me? Try and fuckin' break me, first. I don't think you can."

"Ohh, yeah?" She growled and bit on her lip as his other hand slid up and started to play with and tease her tits. She had to get some semblance of control back. Roll your–Nope, don't do that! That's only making the fingering deeper!

"Yep. If I'm right, you won't bug me for this for another week, at least."

"Ohh, fuck–!" Bee groaned before she brought her head back down to glare back at him. "And...If I do break you?!"

The cheeky insubordinate sexy fucker had the gall to fucking smirk.

"Then I'm all yours. I won't fight any demands. Ever."

"Fuckin' DONE!" Bee smirked at him. This stupid fuck had no idea what he was in for! I've got this in the fuckin' bag!

She'd look back on that thought and curse herself for it.

(Now: Beelzebub's Mansion)

"Still can't believe I fuckin' lost a Demon Deal against a fucking Hellhound." Bee growled to herself before she started to rub her thighs together and slumped back against the disco-ball. Yeah, he wasn't exactly just some abnormal Hellhound, but he was still partially one, and he gave her one of the best hatefucks she'd had in the past three centuries. She played with herself and huffed the Good Vibes in the air in an effort to get control over her the craving for that talented dick that her pussy was denied.

She groaned as she thought about the damned bastard that fucked her stupid and how he threw off her concentration whenever she tried to go Spicy to dominate him. Of how he pulled her hair whenever she was in the bitch position, or how he choked her when she tried to roll him in missionary. His winning move was to put her into a fucking Tea-Bag Piledriver, where she got a constant huff of his musk and arousal whenever he pumped that giant fuckstick's knot into and out of her ass and then denied her a proper tying.

"Shit," Bee whined and added a second hand to the teasing of her snatch. "I've gotta see if Vortex can do that before he leaves..."

The Vibes up above started to level out and Bee had to cut herself short of a good finger-bang orgasm. Not that it would satisfy her, nothing really would until she got the defiant Foxy Hunk under her heel and his delicious genetically-mixed dick in her sopping pussy. She had a week until she could get another go at that dick, she could survive a week of a craving. It wouldn't be fun, but she'd make use of Vortex's short time with her.

"In the meantime, let's meet this little cutie." Bee grinned and pressed a button on her remote control and raised her disco ball up from the main floor. The sounds of happy Hellhounds and a pumping party jam had her laugh. She could ignore the craving as long as she had such delicious Vibes. "What's up you, dirty bitches?!"

(Beelzebub's Mansion)

"Bee, this is my friend Loona. Loona, this is my girl, Bee." Vortex introduced them with a smile, as if he didn't fucking know who this bitch was. Didn't know what she did to her boyfriend, to his friend. Loona had to down the cup he was kind enough to get her and then ditched it with a toss over her shoulder.

"Oh, aren't you a fuckin' cutie?!" The Sin of Gluttony grinned as she stepped out of Vortex's one-armed hug – which, what the fuck? Loona would rather have Naruto hanging off of her than let her shoulders go bare for this long – and started to circle her. "Where you been hiding, girl? Shit, you were right, Vortex. She's cute as fuck."

"Thanks...?" Loona forced a smile across her face. Did she...not know who Loona was? And what was with that glance over? I mean, she was hot, Loona wouldn't ever pretend to say she wasn't, but she was...Loona told Vortex she was seeing somebody, didn't she? Did Naruto tell him about them? Weren't they friends? Wait, socializing with a Sin! Be nice! "You're uh...hot."

...Too nice!

"Ha, you're funny, too!" Did...did she think that was a joke? Oblivious, Bee zipped around to slip an arm over her shoulders. "Tsk, yep. That settles it. You are my new favorite person."

"Oh, I'm really not." Loona took a step out from the embrace as she kept trying to force a smile. This was a stupid fucking idea. You're stupid, Loona. So fucking stupid.

"Naw, you're the hottest new thing since I saw Satan with his shirt off!" Bee grinned at her, a pair of hands on her hips as the other pair crossed and then one hand fanned her face. Loona glanced at Vortex, who looked just as taken aback as she was, and then looked back at the Sin as she kept talking. "It was like, mm! Damn, sudden hotness cranked to eleven in the room, y'know? I was like, oof, boy what are you doin' later? Let me show you a good fuckin' time, right! ...And then I was kind of mortified, because he's kind of like a brother to me, and you know, it's Hell, but like that's still a little weird." Bee shuddered before she paused, pursed her lips and tapped them with a finger. "Although, we're not related...I could hit it..."

"...Right! A-huh..." Loona looked at Vortex for help, but he just looked a little disheartened as he stared at Bee. Which, yeah, makes sense. His 'girl' is talking about getting it on with another guy to someone else's face – did he know about Saturday? ...Loona kind of hoped he did, if only to avoid any possible drama later.

"So! Vortex said you don't get out much?" Oh, was she done thirsting over her 'not-brother'? Bee stared at Loona expectantly and she blinked.

"Not to these sorts of parties."

"Ah, we'll get you partied up in no time, just gotta get you some more Beelze-Juice and maybe a good drunken dickin'...or some of Belle's dr..." Bee sniffed at her and blinked. The Sin's eyes narrowed and she leaned in for another sniff. "...Wait...Do I know you? Don't fuck with me, I'm kind of baked right now, but I swear I can recognize something about you."

What was–? Right. She and Naruto fucked two days straight before the Sin stole him for a night. Bitch probably smelled a hint of his residual scent on Loona or recognized her residual that was – fucking better be – on him.

"I hope it's not anything bad." Loona gave another forced smile. Shit, this was harder than dealing with the Squirt for the first time. It probably helped that the Squirt couldn't eradicate her on a whim if she pissed the puppy off for too long.

"Uh, babe, I think we're hogging Loon a bit, don't you?" Vortex to the fucking rescue!

"Huh? Oh, fuck, yeah! Go mingle, cutie patootie, I can always find you later." Bee purred as she leaned in and huffed another deep breath of her scent. She hummed and gave Loona a somewhat-toasted stare and a slightly doped-up grin. "We can figure out how I know you then."

"Sounds...fun." Loona grit out through her smile. She watched the Sin walk back to Vortex and push a kiss on him.

"I'm-a go check on the rest of the guests. You help her mingle, okay?"

"Can do, babe." Vortex smiled with a slight wag of his tail. Aw, he really liked her. That was cute...and kind of sad, considering how she acted. But maybe that was just the...What'd Bee call it? A 'Good Vibe High'?

"Later cutie!" Bee flew off with a laugh. Loona let her smile fall and gave Vortex a pointed look as he watched her go. He looked back at Loona, then back at where Bee flew off to, and back once more with a forced grin.

"So, yeah...that's Bee! Heh...She's a character."

"...Just go with her, dude." Loona sighed. He blinked at her and she shrugged. "I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. My plus one should show up soon. I'll go wait for him."

"Oh, right, uh yeah! I'll uh...go keep Bee from getting too baked. You gotta introduce us," Vortex said before he disappeared into the crowd while she watched him go. She let her shoulders sag.

Unholy fuck, Naruto didn't tell him. ...Well, they've only been official for three days...Four? No wait, Thursday...Sun–Five? Five days. ...Eh, Loona didn't exactly go screaming it to the Rings either, so...She can't fault him for that.

Whatever, she didn't want to get pulled into whatever hangup the scarred sexy Hellhound had with the Sin. He was hot, sure, and that kind of devotion was...admirable? But, again, Loona didn't want any drama tonight.

"Just gotta keep my head down until he gets here." Loona muttered as she snagged another drink and wandered toward the front door. "How hard can that be?"

AN: Ah, there we go. Back to a manageable length.

...That's what she said, yes, Steve, I know the joke. ...Oh my god, the sooner we find Me...He could manage you much better than I can, that's all. All that matters now is that we're at a party! This'll be so fun! ...Why are you staring at me like that, Steve?

...It's called a layered plot, dude. There's different things going on because that's how life works. Especially in Hell.

Thanks for reading, all!