AN: Toa Naruto — Yes! Oh my god, you get a BOX of cyber cookies! You got it right!

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Who's That Father?

The Game

(Then: Beelzehaven, Diamond Dog Dens)

"Absolutely not. I forbid this!"

"Oh, fuck off! You forbid anything I try to do with her!"

"Because you are a worthless scoundrel!" A beige husky-like Hellhound growled into the younger male's face. "My daughter is not going to be seen in public with the likes of you, regardless of the occasion!"

"It's a fuckin' Queen Bee Party, you sour jackass!" The sixteen-year-old Naruto growled back. "First-Timer's restriction! She's cutting back and keeping it light!"

"Please, Father? It's just a night."

"I won't allow it! It's not worth-!"

"Roxanne and Vortex are going with us, that make you feel any better?! It's a group thing, ass-hat!" Naruto snapped and only relaxed when Hinata gently pulled him back. He caught the worried look on his girlfriend's face and huffed out a breath to calm down. "I'll have her back at fucking midnight if you want, okay? You have my fuckin word. Shit, just let her have a bit of fun, we won't get too crazy."

"Please, Father." Hinata mumbled while she shrank under his grimace. "You know Naruto's word is as good as Mammon's love of gold."

The stern snarl brandished at the teens lightened and he pointed a finely cared claw in Naruto's face.

"Not a second after midnight?"

"Not a fuckin second. On the last fuckin chime." Naruto crossed his arms. "Can we go?"

"Get out of my house."

"Thank you, Father–"

"Out! Before I change my mind."

(Now: Queen Bee's Mansion)

"No. No. No. Not even fucking close!"

It's official, Queen Bee-Lzebub was going to flip her shit. It might be a result of her last batch of edibles wearing off, but she was starting to get spicy. That only happened whenever someone accused her of trying to harsh a vibe or if one of the other Sins crashed her party. Why was she getting so aggravated, one might ask? Well, for their information she'd spent a good three hours trying to find the Foxy hunk in her Hellhound database to no avail, quadruple checking each and every entry that was above a seventy-five percent match to her keywords. There were a few near look-alikes, but they were all too short. Even her scrumptious good-fuck of a boyfriend Vortex, who barely scraped over the match based partially on coloring, shoulders and back width and facial shape, had a seventy-six percent match.

"How the flippity flying fuck do I not know this Hound?!" She growled before her breathing stilled and her eyes narrowed. "Unless he's just another Sinner look-alike...No, no, I can't make that mistake again. Hugh was the exception, not the rule."

Besides, he would need a Permissive Band.

"Ughhh!" Bee grabbed her head and glared at the image she saw clearly in her head of the Foxy Hunk. If only she could take that and put it into her search bar! She pursed her lips and tapped her chin. Or..maybe she could?

She pictured the image clearly in her mind's eye, the dimensions she guesstimated for the Foxy Hellhound applied to a three-dimensional model. Then with her four hands, she reached out and grabbed it. Mm, so succulent and thick...she couldn't wait to satisfy this craving.

Focus, Bee!

She took the picture and jammed it into her search bar. A minute later and results started popping up. So many windows opened on her big screen. Candid shots of Foxy Hunk captured by various small-time paparazzi wannabes and bloggers. A few redacted files from Ozzie's got flagged and she highlighted them before she slid them aside for later; if he was one of Oz's 'pet projects' she'd expect a call in the next five minutes. Some small magazines from Greed caught her eye, highlighted something about Foxy's net value, but she could give two shits about that and cleared them from her desktop. Finally, one of her files opened in the registry.

"There we go." She grinned. She blinked and frowned. No fucking wonder the hunk didn't show up in her initial search, his information had him capped at a measly six-foot-nine and not even three hundred pounds. The provided image wasn't anything special either, a scrawny little guy with two angry blue eyes. Oh, he was cute enough, for sure, but not the panty-gushing stud she wanted to have a Private Party with. Then there was his fuckin' name. "Nah-root-oh? Nar-rudo? Nar-oo-toe? Fuck, how do you even say that?"

She clicked her tongue and silently cursed the Shadow of her Sin. Ever since that massive mountain of a dickhole spent a few centuries on Earth's eastern hemisphere, he spread that stupid culture through her Hounds. That went without mentioning how his 'accidents' among them, the bastard spawns of his loins – fucking braggart always threw that in her face, it's not like she chose to make Sins nearly infertile! She would say completely, but Char-Char was a thing – he called Kitsune, would then breed with her cute playful partying Hellhounds...Most of them didn't even show a lick of talent in her Sin's Shadow's other abilities, and the ones that did often disappeared.

"Whatever, I can decipher his weird name during the party. Let's see what you're–Hey!" Queen Bee scowled as her screen went black. A giant red eye opened and peered at her through it. She bared her teeth. Fucking typical, gripe about the Shadow and they will appear. "What the fuck, asshole?! I'm in the middle of something!"

As expected, the eye didn't respond, instead closing again before the screen reverted and her search bar was cleared. She growled in annoyance as she typed the name of the Hellhound whose world she was going to rock. Only one search result came up and her brow furrowed. It was a meeting scheduling page, reserved for Sins, Nobles and other higher-class demons on a website for...Sex workers? No, wait, it was a Gluttony based Uniform Ring Resource Locator. Still, the logo at the top of the page had her scratching her head.

"What the fuck is Wild Things Facilitated?"

She shook her head, closed the link and tried again. Same result. Her brow furrowed and she tried again. Same result. She tried putting her mind's eye image into the search bar and that same fucking Appointment Scheduling page came up.

Now Bee was starting to get annoyed. If her system was compromised – since Gluttony was really an Invite Only kind of Ring with the second highest and growing population, it was one of the most secure – then the other Sins' systems were as well. If her Sin's Shadow had hacked her system to hide an oh-so very fuckable Hellhound from her–! He did.

"That motherfucker better not have–!" Bee absolutely raged when she opened her registration files and selected the Foxy Hunk's file only for it to result in another link to the Appointment page. "Oh, that absolute sonovabitch!"

If that was the only way she'd get to learn more about Naru... Nura... Oh, fuckin' whatever! If that was the only way she could get the Foxy Hunk's information, fine! Bee grumbled under her breath as she suffered the horrors of bureaucracy just to give this lucky pup of hers an invite to a Private Party in his honor.

"Fucking hate you so fuckin' much, Kurama. So fuckin' much." Bee grumbled as she tried to figure out which hour slot she wanted to lock in. Before noon meant she'd have to ensure that she didn't have a party the day before so that she didn't miss it, and after meant she would have to delay whatever party that she might throw. Ugh, she hated scheduling shit!

"This is worse than fuckin' Belle's setup! Fuck it, we'll go with one tomorrow. I'll get a fuckin late Private Party tomorrow night..." The Sin of Gluttony grinned before she scowled at the next window that popped up. "What the fuck does 'Meeting topic' mean?! Job Request? Payment negotia–? Nope, that's grayed out. Investment opportunities? Talent suggestions–? Damn, this Hunk's got his shit organized good...Shit, um, is there a sex option? Maybe in the Job Requests wheel? ...Assassination, Bodyguards, Construction–A-ha! There is a sex Request! Escort is an option! That's the one I want! ...Goods or services– what the fuck does that mean? Fuck it, gimme the goods! ...Choose numbers of–? ...How the fu–? Argh, did Belle program this shit or something?!"

Ugh, why was it so fuckin' difficult to get into this guy's pants?!

(Then: Beelzehaven, Rave Town)

A soft banging at the door made an orange-brown ear flick from where the owner lay on the beat up, stain-ridden couch. With a grumble, an eighteen year old Naruto tightened his arm around his sleeping pup to keep her to his chest and tried to ignore it. He'd just gotten Himawari to go back to sleep after she had a terrible reaction to a pork-based puppy chow dinner and told him – and his so very understanding neighbors; fucking drug addicted assholes – all about her problems. Loudly. For two hours.

Good thing he'd only bought one of those meals; he'd never been a huge fan of Hellpig meat himself.

Another series of bangs had Naruto growl. He made it very clear to Jiraiya – the worst offender – Roxanne and anyone else from the rest of his old 'crew' that between the hours of Eleven and Four, he was unavailable and that his domicile was not to be visited. Clearly, someone didn't get that memo.

"You're about to witness Daddy kill a bitch with one hand, Pickle." He growled as the third set of bangs stirred his now whimpering puppy. Reluctantly, bloodshot blue eyes snapped open and the Hellhound got to his feet. He stormed over to the door and threw it open. He saw red and snarled. "What the fuck do you want, Rama?"

"I came to see if the rumors were true." The deep voice of the large and lean, well-dressed and orange-furred Hellhound rumbled. The Hellhound before him was of a breed he could never identify – he took it upon himself when he was fresh with his Pack to do so, and whenever he thought he found something an already present feature would cancel it out – but one he knew was impossibly powerful and old, especially for a Hellhound. The near void-like black marks around his bright red eyes that led up to his equally dark inner ears made his eyes pop out. It was easier to watch him hone his gaze in on the puppy Naruto cradled to his chest. "Low and behold, so they are. Hm...This complicates things a bit..."

"You mind not fucking scheming while you stare at my puppy?" Naruto growled as his tail lashed. Rama looked up and his long ears flicked about. His blackened lips pulled into a smile and his five-fingered left hand – as opposed to the normal four-fingered every other creation had – clapped on Naruto's unoccupied shoulder.

"Of course." He smiled and squeezed his shoulder. The touch burned unpleasantly for a moment before it stopped. "Congratulations, Naruto. She's beautiful."

"Thanks." He grunted and kept a silent stare locked with the older Hound. How did he know Himawari's sex? She didn't have a strong enough scent that would discern it, all hers currently did was tell other Hounds that she was young and needed care. His lip curled. "Was there something else you needed this buttfuck early in the morning?"

"Not right now, no. Just wanted to confirm the rumors." Rama chuckled and his eyes shone as his five fingered hand pulled back. His overcoat draped over his large shoulders and he backed into a large red spiral that swirled into existence behind him. "If you ever need anything, Naruto, you have my number."

Naruto waited until he completely disappeared before he slumped against his door frame and sniffed at his puppy. No hint of foul absurdity, nothing that screamed unpleasant surprises. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. He never forgot the way the larger Hound looked at him the first time they met. Like he was the piece of a missing puzzle.

The way Rama stared at Himawari was similar and Naruto didn't like it in the fucking slightest.

"Fucker freaks me out, Pickle. Somethin' about him just ain't normal." He mumbled as he nuzzled his year old puppy. She whined at him and he smiled as he returned to the couch, kicking the door shut as he did. "Oh, yeah, I know, baby. Daddy's a fuckin' loudmouth idiot. I'll shut up and let you sleep. Sorry, Sunflower."

(Now: Imp City, Buckzo Apartment)

Yesterday was a fucking mistake.

Well, part of yesterday was a mistake. A small part. A dumb small part that made Loona whine whenever she thought about it. She was curled up in her bed, her phone on its charger, a bucket within reach, and a towel close by. Her door cracked open and Blitzø poked his head in.

"How you feelin' Loony?" He asked. "You still sure I don't need to take you to Sloth, maybe get you some medicine?"

"Rrg..Fuggoff.." Loona grabbed her bucket. She emptied another colorless bout of bile into it and whimpered. A small red hand pried the bucket free before it was replaced with a cool glass of booze. Loona blearily stared at the liquor before she glared at Blitzø. "I need water, dipshit, not beer."

"Whoops, my bad, sweetie. You rest up, be back with a fresh cup of juice in just a secaroo!"

Blitzø let the door slam shut behind him and Loona groaned.

"...I fuggin hate chocolate..." She whimpered as her tail curled over her legs under her blanket. "Dammit...why did that shit have to be so fuggin good?"

(Wild Things Facilitated Main Office - Recreational Floor)

After his date was set up with a ride home due to a devastating reaction to the amount of Bee-Scream Monster Ball she ate – apparently, Loona hadn't eaten that much chocolate before; the cute secretary had gotten very sick after they left the Bee-Scream shop – Naruto spent the night explaining what 'suspended' meant when Himawari tried to get him to help her get ready for school tomorrow.

To say his puppy was devastated was an understatement. Himawari was crushed that she had gotten in trouble for defending herself, absolutely inconsolable for the rest of the night over the fact that she wouldn't be able to go back to school. Given how hard his puppy had worked to get in a whole fucking year early, he understood. With every whimper and teary whine he consoled last night, his urge to rush back and beat every single tooth out of Donovan Sheppard's jaw rose. He might still do it if he had enough free time to spare and a sitter available.

Of course, a sad puppy's night led to a very hyperactive puppy's morning, with Naruto running around and barely managing to stop his daughter from trying to make breakfast again. They didn't need another 'Father's Day' breakfast – 'As Above, So Below' can suck his swollen fat knot! He didn't need to be celebrated for goofing inside of his ex-girlfriend, let alone being a decent fucking Hellhound and raising his puppy the way he'd always wanted to be – incident.

Bringing her into the office – he really had to look into a sitter or something, one that his team vetted – was met with another knowing look from his P.A., but he ignored it. Since it was a Friday, and most requests – outside of Mayor Detail and Pup Patrol (he hated that that name stuck) – didn't start coming in until the evening, he gave Himawari the pass to do whatever she wanted while he went over any reports or items that might have needed his attention yesterday until it came time for him to hit the gym with whichever team or teams were on site.

At his puppy's insistence that morning, he wore his pair of purple running shorts while she – eager to have fun on the 'Monkey Bars' with her various aunties and uncles – wore a pumpkin-themed shirt and pants combo. Currently, Naruto kept his breathing steady as he kept pace with a shorter Samoyed-like Hound while they ran around the track that lined the second level for a cooldown after a brief stint with the weights. Working out before a particularly stressful meeting was always a good way for him to keep his cool.

And...maybe he planned to send Loona a post-session picture to keep her spirits up, and runs always got him to work up a good sweat.

"So," the other Hound panted slightly as they made their fifth lap. "How's our Lil' Pickle holding up, Boss?"

"She's alright for now, Rex." Naruto glanced down at where his pup was, getting assisted by a large Pyrenees-like Hellhound in doing pull-ups. The muscle-bound showboat was doing his one-handed while his puppy's tail wagged wildly with her giggles. Naruto smiled and returned his attention to the track, he had some damn good Hellhounds on hand. "Still just day one. Fuckers gave her a month and I don't know how fuckin' long that'll take to sink in."

"Ah, she'll be fine. Got the whole mess of us t' get her up to snuff." Rex chuckled. "Boy I pity the first Hound she brings home for dinner. Promise to get Mouse to record it?"

"And deprive my valued employees of such well-deserved entertainment? Abso-fuckin-lutely not." Naruto smirked back. He knew Himawari would grow up soon and be in the dating world before he was ready for it, but that was still plenty of years down the line, which was why he was okay joking about it. He checked his watch at a vibration and slowed to a stop. His brows furrowed together at the notification he got from his P.A.

(Queen Bee meeting moved up! GET BACK UP HERE NOW!)

"That...Shouldn't be possible." His tech team's web design made it so a meeting couldn't be moved without his approval. Even the Sins shouldn't be able to overrule that...Lucifer notwithstanding. What? Naruto valued his time management, yeah, but Lucifer was The King. Barring him from adjusting a meeting was a surefire way to get his ass eradicated.

"Everything okay, Boss?" Rex, a few feet ahead and jogging in place, asked. Naruto glanced at him and waved him off as his chest heaved a bit.

"Go ahead and finish up. I gotta call it early."

"Ah, I see how it is." Rex gave him a smirk. "Yer tired from dealin' the tyke's delayed sugar rush, eh?"

"You fuckin' wish," Naruto smirked. He'd been wrangling his sugar-high puppy since the first time Jiraiya tried to prank him with the issue. He nodded at the track. "Get back to your run. I'll crush your record later."

"Keep dreamin', Boss!" Rex cackled as he made an about face and resumed his run.

The taller hound shook his head before he hopped over the barrier and dropped down to the main floor. He parted the small group of the freelance-adjacent hounds – those that didn't want to squad up or worked well in most situations – chanting "Pick-L! Pick-L!" while she had a contest of pull-ups against a decent act put up by the large hound she was entrusted to.

"You gotta be getting tired now, Pickle. I see those arms wobblin'!" The deep voiced hound teased the giggling puppy.

"Nuh-uh! Imma win this time, Uncle Kodi!"

"We'll just see about that!"

"Not today, we won't." Naruto chuckled as he came in and snatched his puppy. She squealed and yelped in surprise while the other Hellhounds laughed or booed at his interference. He playfully snarled at the lot before he tucked his puppy against his side and pecked her cheek. He pulled back to smile at her while she pouted. "Sorry, Pickle. Daddy would love to let you kick your Uncle Kodiak's ass, but after the last time this lot of degenerates babysat you..."

Huh, interesting how the rest of his hounds on hand suddenly found themselves in need to return to their workouts or training. Even Kodi was busting ass to get over to the weights. Naruto snorted at the 'efficiency' in their scattering.

"But Daddy! I was winning!" Himawari whined as she pouted at him. He bopped her on the nose and she let out a whimper.

"What'd I tell you about making those faces?" Naruto grumbled at her. She crossed her arms and growled at him. He chuckled and nuzzled his puppy until she started to giggle. "Better, but still not gonna make me budge. Daddy's got a meeting in fifteen minutes, so we have to hurry."

"But you said we could play til lunchtime!"

"I know." He hugged her tight and she hugged back. He kissed her cheek as they got on the elevator. "I'm sorry, Pickle. If it were any other meeting, I'd leave you down there to play with all your favorite aunties and uncles, but I need you with Miss Priscilla for this one."

Naruto wanted his puppy in grabbing distance while he was meeting with the fucking Sin of Gluttony in the event she tried to break his arrangement with Vortex. Yeah, maybe he was paranoid about it, but there was always that lingering fear in the back of his head that Vortex would grow a set and use his connection to Bee-Lzebub to try something. His friend had betrayed him once already, years ago sure, but what was to stop him from doing so again?

Regardless, why Queen Bee-Lzebub was coming to meet with him for an Escort job he hadn't a fucking clue, and his fucking failure of a liaison – seriously, Vortex, how fucking hard was it to give him a head's up that The Queen was actually going to make an appointment for something?! – was off doing his actual job bodyguarding Verosika Mayday. If the Sin pressed about discounts, he'd just tell her Vortex was on payroll and she could skim a few dollars back out of his pocket or hire him directly to get a paid vacation out of the whole thing, rather than rob from the company as a whole.

The last thing he needed was a few angry Mercenaries on his roster.

"Can I help Miss Priscilla with job requisition assignments?" Himawari asked. He stared at her incredulously for a minute before he laughed.

"Can you–? If that's what you want to do, of course you can help her, Pickle." Naruto started to plant wet kisses all over her cheek, which made her giggle and push at his face as his thick facial fur ticked her. He chuckled and nuzzled her face, an act she returned as her giggles continued. "You're such a little weirdo, and I love you for it."

"I'm not a weirdo, Daddy!"

"You are so!"

"Am not!"

"Are so~!"

"Daddy!"

"I can say without a shadow of a doubt that you, Himawari Uzumaki, are the weirdest little weirdo that's ever weirded in the entirety of all the Rings' weirdness," Naruto said with a growl into her neck before he kissed her cheek again. Her giggles died into happy pants while her tail wagged like crazy. He cradled her in his arm and ran his muzzle over her head as she hugged and nuzzled into his neck. "My good, sweet, weird, little Pickle. Don't let anyone ever fuckin' change you, okay?"

"Mm-kay, Daddy." The tired out puppy sighed into a yawn before she started to drift off. He rumbled a chuckle out and gently petted her back as she lightly dozed against him. He stared at his exhausted little girl with nothing short of adoration in his eyes, even as the lift's chime alerted him to their arrival to his office suite. He dreaded the day – as all Hound fathers fuckin' should – when his puppy would no longer be able – or, Lucifer forbid, willing – to ride in his arms. The doors to the elevator slid open and he walked out without looking away.

"Alright, Pris, what's all the urgency f–?" Naruto tore his eyes away from his puppy and immediately lost his smile as his eyes went wide. Queen Bee-Lzebub looked him over with a sultry grin from where she sat – lounged more like – on Priscilla's desk. His Personal Assistant in question was just slightly unkempt and she looked like she was on the verge of panting.

...Oh, shit. There was a Sin in his office.

"Hello-o-o Foxy, I've waited long enough to–oh! Oh my gluttonous." And there was Bee-Lzebub, right in his face – She was shorter than him! Ha-ha! Fuck yes! He was taller than a fucking Sin! ...What? He had some hangups about his height after being known as 'The Runt' for most of his life, and being taller than a Sin was an amazing power trip! Even Vortex wasn't taller than Queen Bee-Lzebub! Suck it, Universe! – and cooing at his chest...Puppy.

Oh thank fuck, she was cooing at his puppy.

"Ooh, look at the adorable little bay-bee!" Queen Bee-Lzebub squealed as all four of her hands interlocked under her chin. "Oh, you're so cute! Hello, little baby! Hello! Oh, I could just eat you up! So fuckin' cute!"

...Fuck, Naruto was actually really torn over this. On one hand, his Pickle's absolute adorableness was acknowledged by a Sin, which made his Pride as a father swell. On the other hand, a Sin was focused on his puppy and within spitting distance of her, which made his protective instincts go fucking apeshit. ...Dammit, Fatherly Pride was going to win.

"Thank you, Queen Bee-Lzebub." The orange Hellhound smiled nervously before he shot a glare past the Sin's ear at his Personal Assistant. She shrugged as she tried to quickly and quietly fix her hair, necklace and blouse. Damn, The Queen didn't play around.

He glanced down at the uncharacteristically quiet pup in his arms. Huh, Himawari was staring wide-eyed at the Sin of Gluttony and–Ah, right. She's a Sin, and Himawari is a Hellpup. His tired little Pickle was probably overwhelmed by the Sin's latent power. He chuckled and took a small step back, which made the Sin look at him like he'd wronged her. Yikes, that was a lot of presence that flared up.

"Don't mind Himawari," he chuckled as he readjusted his puppy and she tried to hide her face in his neck. "She's, uh... shy around new people."

"...Ah, that makes sense." The grin on Queen Bee-Lzebub's face told him she didn't believe his words. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, did he just lie to her face? Yes, yes he did. Was that his last act in Hell? Quite possibly! Wait, now she knew he had a puppy...Maybe she won't eat him for that fact alone. The Sin's eyes raked over him and...Okay. Yes, he was one step away from being naked, but she was staring at his crotch.

Shamelessly.

After cooing at his puppy.

Unholy Shit, Vortex, I thought you were fucking exaggerating about her carnal hunger! Naruto thought as he cleared his throat. The Sin looked back up into his eyes and her grin grew. Shit...She was...She was very fucking hot. No fuckin' wonder Vortex liked to brag about being her main squeeze. Naruto gave the Sin of Gluttony another nervous smile.

"So, I...Uh, I wasn't expecting you so early–"

"Yeah, I know. I had to use a real good amount of dirt to get Mammy to help me get around your website's super weird programming." She leaned back and looked him over again as she cupped her chin, rested that arm atop the other while her second set of arms hugged herself. She bit on her lip and – what the fuck was happening right now? – lingered over his crotch again, before she looked up into his eyes again. "...How long have you worked in Gluttony?"

"Practically my whole life." Yep. Naruto was a good little Hellhound. Now let him go to his office's bathroom so he can wash himself and his puppy up. She was starting to get fidgety and she was tired which meant a tantrum might be mounting, and a tantrum was absolutely not allowed to happen right now. A quick soothing warm shower with Daddy would help calm her down.

"Yeah?" Queen Bee-Lzebub hovered around him, her luminescent, oscillating tail drifted along his stomach and sent an electric tingle up his spine, which was welcome. Unholy shit! He was not okay with the shiver he just got from the cold nose that pressed into the base of his ear before she huffed in his scent! What the actual fuck was up with that?! She – Chuckled? Tittered? Giggled? Giggled. – giggled and whispered. "Then how come I've never heard of your company until today? Did you ever get an opening ceremony Party?"

"...No, but we're-we've..." Shit, he does not need to be tongue-tied. He shouldn't get tongue-tied! It's just a fucking Sin! He didn't get this tongue-tied when he was negotiating with Asmodeus for warehouse space or Belphegor for product discounts! He had to be reacting to Himawari's nerves. Yeah, that was probably it, not the fact that this Sin was hot as fuck and kept giving him all the signals he recognized in interested Hellhounds. He quickly took a calming breath to try again and then, once that brief second of recollection was done, he gave the Sin an easy smile. "We're doing just fine."

"Mm-hm, fine indeed." Queen Bee-Lzebub grinned as she chewed on her lip and floated back in front of him, once more giving him a once over. His tail hovered at his ankle, but he wouldn't show any weakness here. "Top Mercenary Company in Hell...not an easy feat to accomplish. Not to mention your...notable absence from my parties."

"...Ah, yeah, I'd apologize, but I told Vortex I was busy." He shrugged, now more relaxed as he adjusted Himawari against him as she started to gently kick his side. Shit, antsy puppy leg. He needed to get into the bathroom. Queen Bee-Lzebub seemed to freeze.

"You know Vortex?"

"...Yes?" Naruto furrowed his brow. "He...I'm pretty sure he's mentioned me. He's told me he's mentioned me in conversation..."

"The fuck he has." Queen Bee-Lzebub deadpanned as she gave him another once over. Alright, once was flattering, twice was arousing, but three times was unsettling...and this was probably the fifth time she did it. She crossed her arms and scowled. "How do you know Vortex?"

"...I've...pretty much known him my whole life?" He adjusted Himawari when she let out a low whine. His hand supporting the pup started to gently stroke her hip. A few seconds puppy, just hold out a few more seconds. "He and I were pretty close growing up and then, y'know, hormones and Hellpups...We started to butt heads and went separate ways." He grinned at his puppy and nuzzled her when she whined again. "Course a little after that, I got my sweet little Pickle...so, our lives kind of strayed apart until work brought us back together. When he told me you two were together–"

"Together? ...Oh, yeah, right. We're together. Sure." Queen Bee grinned at him as one set of hands went behind her back while the other 'fixed' her oscillating hair.

Uh, sorry...what? Naruto stared at the massive red flag that let off. She wasn't…? ...Okay, he'll just pretend he didn't hear that for Vortex's sake. He didn't owe the guy anything, but...geez, that was a lot to think about.

"...I was super happy for him." Naruto finished, a bit dazed. He shook himself out of his head and grinned tiredly at the Sin. "But yeah, y'know...he's a-a bro. Y'know."

"You said that twice."

"It's a verbal tic. Happens when I'm excited, y'know." Naruto shrugged. Queen Bee-Lzebub narrowed her eyes and grinned.

"Really? That's kinda hot."

Right, okay. Priscilla was going to fuckin get a raise to her paycheck for distracting the Sin. He'd never seen a Hellhound as thirsty as Bee-Lzebub seemed to be. But then, Asmodeus seemed like a hard ass until they got behind closed doors, too. Pretty chill guy, really.

"Look, I don't want to be rude and I'm so sorry that I have to request this while you're here, but...can you give me ten, fifteen minutes?" He asked with a wince as Himawari bit into his neck-fur. Yep, that tantrum was about to happen any minute now. He gave a light growl to his almost unruly pup before he grimace-smiled at the Sin of Gluttony. "Me and my five-year-old puppy are gonna go wash up...I just worked out and she...she could use a nice warm bath."

Ah, there's a quick gentle tail wag. His Pickle's weakness for warm baths rears its head once more!

"I could watch the puppy." Queen Bee-Lzebub offered with a smile. Yeah...Fuck that.

"I'm sure you could, but she's gettin' fussy. She had a very rough day yesterday, a bad night without sleep, you know how it is," Naruto said with a smile and Himawari – as if she knew Daddy needed her help to sell this little white lie – whined. He was absolutely buying his puppy whatever the fuck she wanted for the next year. Fuck whatever Priscilla said about him being soft.

"Ohhh...Poor little baby." The Sin cooed at his increasingly distressed puppy and then smiled up at him. "Yeah, okay. Fifteen minutes should be long enough for me to...pop in for a chat with Vortex." She crossed her arms and drummed her fingers on them as she looked aside for a second. "Could freshen my cooch up a bit, too. I think I've still got some glitter in there or something..."

Right. Tex said she had no filter. ...He had to get Himawari out of here A-S-A-P.

"Alright, thank you! Great huddle, but I'm just...gonna take Himawari in for a bath...See you in...Fifteen, Queen Bee-Lzebub."

He made one sidestep and immediately had the Sin of Gluttony in his face, her hands cupped his jaw and her heart-shaped nose – wow, that's a ridiculous and cute little nose; hm, maybe Naruto has a weakness for small things? ...That would certainly explain a whole fucking lot – pushed against his.

"You can just call me 'Bee', handsome." She purred.

"...Okay...Bee..." He breathed. He was not used to female Hellhounds being this forward – at least, not without a serious amount of alcohol in their system – and yeah he knew Bee wasn't technically a Hellhound, but...she looked, smelled and acted enough like one that he'd hit it if, y'know, he wasn't holding his stressed out five-year-old daughter! He gulped and gave her a grin. "You, uh, you can call me Naruto."

"Na-Ru-To." Qu–Bee grinned. She rubbed her nose with his. "See you in fifteen...Na-Ru-To."

"...Yeah, okay." Naruto almost whined when she pulled away. He sent a look at his P.A. – who, rather than look at him with disapproval or exasperation as she usually did, gave him a sympathetic nod – and then smiled at Bee again. "See you, uh...then."

Then he tightened his hold on his puppy and fled for the bathroom in a controlled, confident walk that he didn't feel in the slightest. No sooner did he shut the door did he pull his phone out and dial Vortex's number.

"Hey, Boss, what's–?"

"Queen Bee scheduled a fucking meeting today, blackmailed Mammon to help her get in earlier than she'd initially scheduled, and totally had no idea who the fuck I am to you."

"...Wait, hold up, Bee's at your office? For a meeting? ...But it's Friday."

"I fuckin' know, right!? Oh, shit." And she was probably on her way to Tex right now. Does he warn him? Should he bother? ..Nah.

"What, what is it?"

"I'll tell you later man. I gotta go."

"Uh okay, I—Babe!?" "Hey, Tex, let's have a quick chat."

The call ended before he heard anything else. Oh well. Sucks for Tex? Maybe? Eh, now that he's met Bee, he can safely say that Vortex was not allowed to bitch about his girlfriend. Ever. Unless she started talking about her genitalia in front of Puppies.

"Oh, shh, shh...I know, Sunflower." Naruto slumped against the door and scratched Himawari's ears. She started to cry harder and his heart broke. Oh, his poor little girl, she just met her favorite Demon in all the Rings and couldn't even enjoy it. He nuzzled and kissed his whimpering puppy. "I know, that was a lot, huh? Sins are a lot to deal with the first time you meet them. She wasn't trying to scare you or hurt you."

"..Promise?"

"Promise. I wouldn't let her get that close if I thought she was going to hurt you."

"..Claws crossed?" She sniffled.

"Claws crossed, upside down." Naruto kissed her cheek and fixed her hair. "She was just so excited to see you she couldn't contain herself, Pickle. Qu–Bee's not scary or mean, she's just really strong."

"She is?"

"You bet'cha she is." Naruto tapped Himawari's nose with a claw as he smiled at her soft giggle. "So, do you want a quick warm bath with Daddy, baby girl?"

"Mm-hm."

"Okay. Let's get a bath started, get you all nice and pretty for when Bee comes back. She's gonna be so impressed." Naruto smiled as his puppy's tail started to wag. There was his happy little girl again. Now all Naruto had to do was steel his own nerves and figure out what the fuck the Sin wanted from him.

...Aside from sex.

AN: What does she want? She wants the D…I-L-F! Say it again? D-I-L-F!

That's right, she wants the Vibes!

Thanks for reading