To cover my bases I'm just gonna warn that there will be various levels of Ameri/Asmodeus, Ameri/Purson, Asmodeus/Clara, Iruma/Ameri, Iruma/Clara, Iruma/Asmodeus, and Iruma/Purson this chapter. Possible OOCness but I hope it comes off as in-character for this story. D,X

Please let me know if you enjoyed it!

TW: Lots of Kissing, making out, dubious levels of consent, pinning, awkward situations, teens making bad decisions, and more blood exchanges.

Blood Entwined, Crossed Between Distant Moons
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Ameri took a sip of her tea, a small assortment of snacks between them as she observed Asmodeus. He was calm and poised while taking a sip of his own tea, and it annoyed her just ever so slightly that he could look so regal doing something so mundane.

Ameri didn't quite realize she was the same as him, cut from the same cloth of beauty and grace.

"How is your training going?"

Asmodeus shifted his focus from his teacup to her as he took a moment to formulate his thoughts, "It was deemed complete this morning."

Ameri was a little surprised by that, but it was also a bit of relief. "And what will you do now?"

Asmodeus furrowed his brow, "What do you mean?"

She gave him a slightly put out look as she exhaled lightly, "You've been training all of this time for Iruma's sake. He hasn't understood half of the emotions he's been put through, and now that you've finished this intensive training that has some sort of drawback... What is going to happen now, Asmodeus Alice?"

Asmodeus grimaced, clearly uncomfortable about the subject. "I will do my best to explain things to Iruma-sama and Clara, while doing my utmost to endure."

Ameri's eyes narrowed, "Endure what exactly?"

Asmodeus set his teacup down with an expression she couldn't quite name. It was introspective, with a dash of guilt and resignation. "My feelings."

Ameri tilted her head as she quirked a brow, "Shouldn't you be able to express yourself now without worry?"

Asmodeus pursed his lips as he seemed to shrink into himself for a moment before forcing himself to sit straight, "It's… not that simple. I've been depriving myself of what I truly want and piling up stress." He raised a hand, focusing on it instead of her as he tried to formulate what exactly the problem was as he clenched his fist. "I have been working to protect Iruma-sama and Clara both from the strength of my feelings, but… in doing so, now that I am free to do as I'd hoped, I could lose myself to the strength of those very feelings and hurt them."

Ameri nodded slowly as she digested his words for a drawn out moment of silence, "Is there anything that can be done to help you relieve some of your stress intermittently?"

Asmodeus met her eyes, an uncertainty plainly seen as he settled his fisted hand into his lap, "I'm not exactly certain. I suppose there are, but… as I am at the moment, I think my control would still be lacking and a bit too much for them." He'd nearly lost himself when he'd yielded to Clara.

Ameri went to pick up a cookie before pausing. She pursed her lips as she tilted her head in thought before pulling back as she looked towards Asmodeus. He watched her in turn as the silence stretched between them.

It was impulsive, but perhaps that's what they both needed. Ameri wanted to punish Asmodeus for the trouble he'd put Iruma through, but Iruma wouldn't want that. Yet, Asmodeus needed something to be done so he wouldn't hurt Iruma…

Truly, she was a fool in love to go so far for one human boy.

Ameri tilted her head up slightly with regal pride as she commanded him, "Feed me."

Asmodeus froze. He felt indignant at her command before a part of him reacted. He stood as a number of fleeting emotions slithered through his veins as he searched her body language. She was waiting for him to serve, and a part of him rebelled at the idea before he picked up the cookie he'd noted her reach for and brought it to her lips. She delicately took a bite of it as she pointedly watched him, and he was entranced by her every motion.

He didn't understand what she'd done to make him move at her command, yet, despite himself he was enthralled.

Ameri watched his body language as she swallowed and licked her lips and waved her hand in his direction. Asmodeus glanced down at the half eaten cookie and ate the other half at her silent command. His senses had heightened strangely as he felt the texture and taste of the treat far more acutely than normal. He looked to her, and Ameri beckoned him closer.

Asmodeus shifted and did as she'd bid of him as she reached up with a featherlight touch. Ameri traced her fingers across his cheekbone to the underside of his jaw as she kept their eyes locked, "You would do anything to protect Iruma, correct?"

Asmodeus didn't even know if he was breathing anymore, completely bound by whatever spell Ameri had placed upon him as he nodded into her touch, "Yes."

Ameri's features softened from their cold harshness as she smiled slightly, "As would I."

Asmodeus barely had the chance to gasp before she pulled him in for a kiss. It was a short and featherlight affair, yet it pulled his frayed control to its snapping point as his legs nearly gave out from under him. He grasped the arm of her chair and placed a trembling fist onto the table as he kept himself upright, refusing to buckle and cave to his trembling emotions. "Ameri." He was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control as his heart raced, "What..?"

Ameri had a slightly unreadable look on her face as she watched Asmodeus crumble before her with slightly dilated eyes. The control he'd fought so hard for was collapsing and the only thing she could do was temper it. "Asmodeus, let me help you protect Iruma by relieving you of some of your stress." Her eyes were gleaming amber in the afternoon sun, "Surrender to me."

Asmodeus exhaled as a strange elation washed over him. Ameri was both of higher rank, but also stronger than him. She could take on some of the brunt of his need and desire that he wouldn't (and couldn't) dare to heap upon Iruma and Clara just yet, and he couldn't help but adore the demoness before him as he smiled at her as his senses fuzzed at the edges. She was the only one capable of punishing him for what he'd done to Iruma.

His Wicked Phase took over as he ripped his flesh open and surrendered himself to her Will.

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Iruma frowned as Purson stayed glued to his side as they sat outside. He didn't really mind it, but sometimes Purson would lean his head against his, and while it was nice, the feeling of the other's horn resting against his skull would become somewhat painful after a while.

At the moment though, Purson had pulled away slightly with a particularly strange expression on his face.

Clara, tucked into his other side, also had an odd expression before she gasped softly and looked up to Iruma. Something in her eyes was off as she reached around his neck and pressed their lips together, startling him with a muffled noise as Purson pulled away from him completely to give them space. Iruma gripped her bicep as he tried to keep things under control as he pulled back, "Clara?!"

She panted as she looked up to him in a slight daze as she wrapped her tail around his arm, "Iruma-chi…" Her cheeks were flushed as she stared up at him in adoration. He was confused more than anything. He didn't mind kissing Clara, but it came out of nowhere, and it was kind of embarrassing with Purson attached to him.

Clara giggled slightly to herself as she nuzzled into his neck, and he swallowed hard at the feeling of her breath on his skin. 'Why is my neck so sensitive..?' He couldn't help but lament as Clara was completely lost in whatever mood had overtaken her. It was more than strange, and he wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it.

He probably should have forced himself to read the more graphic parts of those books…

Iruma pursed his bruising lips. It'd sort of… hurt when she'd kissed him, her self control lacking as her strength overcame his. He took in a calming breath, "Clara, I'm not as strong as you, so I need you to talk to me."

Clara hummed as she met his eyes happily, "'Kay, Iruma-chi."

Iruma nodded to himself as he observed her. She was flushed, and he couldn't figure out why she'd gotten like that. "Do you need something from me right now?" Clara blinked sluggishly before she shook her head in the negative. "Do you want something from me right now..?" Clara nodded as she clung onto him and maneuvered herself fully into his lap.

Iruma couldn't help the flush that came over his face at her actions. He wished he'd thought more about this sort of thing- of romance and what came with it, but well. His life had never been well-planned beyond what he could eat and how to get money for most of his young life.

Iruma nervously grasped her sides in a steadying hold as she settled herself between his legs, "Clara, would you like me to uh…uhm, to kiss you?" His face was on fire, and he was a jumbled mess of nerves. Clara nodded happily, and Iruma pulled back when she tried to initiate another kiss, "Clara, no."

Clara paused as her eyes widened and glossed with incoming tears, "But Iruma-chi-!"

Iruma gently held her chin, "I'm fragile, let me have control. …Please?"

Clara seemed to slip out of her daze as some awareness came back to her and she searched his face. She flushed lightly and nodded, somewhat abashed, "Okay."

Iruma inhaled softly as he steeled his nerves before taking the lead. Clara grasped his jacket as she whined, wanting to have control and moremoremore, while doing her best to understand his feelings.

However, Clara wasn't good at patience and growled before tearing into her tongue and forcing her Will on Iruma again. He caught himself with a muffled whine when she'd pressed against him. His teeth were so strange compared to hers as she explored him while giving him a taste of her blood. Some were too flat, while others were just barely sharp enough to cut. No wonder he was so fragile and soft, even compared to her.

She was all sharp edges and razors. Sure, she had her softness as well but-

She squeaked and pulled back when he grew desperate for air and squeezed her left hamstring. He panted beneath her, still barely upright as he leaned back on his bad arm and shoulder while taking on all of her weight in her desperation for… something she couldn't quite grasp. A strange fiery feeling burning under her skin that felt too compelling to ignore.

His hand was hot against her bare skin as her brain finally caught up to the past few minutes while he watched her with wide weary eyes. "...Clara..?"

Hands gently pulled her back and into the chest of someone she didn't need. Yet, it allowed her a moment to think as she slowly leaned back into Purson's ghostly hold while releasing Iruma's arm from her tail's grasp. She pursed her lips as she cooled off, watching as Iruma winced while shifting off his bad side and back up into a proper sitting position.

"Are you alright, Iruma?"

Iruma nodded as he rubbed his left shoulder carefully, "I think so, yeah." He swallowed as the tang of copper lingered in his mouth from Clara's overenthusiastic exploration. He didn't know what'd come over her, but he was glad she hadn't used her teeth to bite his tongue. He'd be in a lot more danger if she had.

Purson hummed as he wrapped his arms around Clara's middle and pulled her close in contemplation. "Something unusual is happening." Iruma gave him a confused look before elaborating, "I feel kinda weird." It had nothing to do with the time of year, multi-moon cycles, or anything else.

His blood was thrumming with a strange melody, something that made him think of when he'd woken up this morning-

Purson's eyes widened at that thought as he inhaled sharply and held Clara closer to himself as he buried his warming face into her grumbling back, right beneath her wing root as he gnawed on his lower lip. His voice was muffled as he blatantly asked, "Clara, you said you and Asmodeus shared blood yesterday..?"

Clara paused as she glared back towards him, "Were you spying on Azz-azz and me!?"

Purson exhaled tiredly, "I accidentally overheard you talking about it with Iruma this morning."

Clara pouted as she crossed her arms, but nodded, "Uh huh."

Purson gnawed on his lip again in contemplation as his stomach turned strangely. If he and Clara were both being affected by something/someone outside of themselves…

"Do either of you know where Asmodeus is..?"

Iruma hummed in contemplation before Clara huffed, "He went to meet with Makka-chan."

Purson's stomach clenched as he grit his teeth. He shouldn't- why did he have to feel this way? Maybe it would've been worse if he hadn't given Iruma his blood- the act somehow buffering the situation, but…

They had enacted things they weren't supposed to, and they still had a few more years before they'd be formally educated on it.

He sighed tiredly before forcing himself upright to rest his chin gently on Clara's shoulder as he looked at his friend. "I think we should go check on them."

Iruma's eyes widened before he became contemplative. He really couldn't question it- it was a lead on why the two of them were acting oddly, so he nodded, "Okay."

Purson pulled back from Clara a little and released her, "We should probably check the room you tend to meet her in, Iruma."

The human teen nodded as he stood and brushed the dirt off of himself before pulling Clara to her feet and extending a hand towards Purson. Purson let Iruma pull him up, and the three of them together moved with purpose towards what Iruma had come to mentally refer to as the reading room.

He didn't know why he was nervous, but enough oddities had popped up within the past twenty four hours that anything was possible. He came up to a familiar door and went to knock before Purson grabbed his wrist and shook his head. Iruma frowned at him, but the other teen simply put his ear to the door with a frown before making a few odd faces. Iruma could faintly hear Ameri speaking lowly from where he was before Clara pushed past them and shoved the door wide open, ready to scream her greetings before Purson clamped his hand over her mouth as he and Iruma flushed.

Thank the powers that be that both were clothed, but it was still awkward as hell to walk in on the present situation.

Ameri had turned towards the door the moment Clara had burst in and suffered immediate emotional death as her world tilted slightly at Iruma's shocked and embarrassed face. But really, he was fortunate she had Asmodeus pinned on the floor, his jacket strewn messily over his chair as he focused pointedly on his single greatest desire.

Iruma matched Asmodeus's stare and felt a spark of trepidation run through him. His usually pink eyes were glowing magenta, his cat-like pupils barely-there slits as he devoured him with his eyes while he panted beneath Ameri's grip. His hair was skewed, his hair tie wrapped around Ameri's palm as she kept a firm hold of his hair to keep him from sitting up.

It was a rather adult situation to walk in on, considering the short length of Ameri's skirt that Iruma desperately tried not to stare at.

Purson was somewhere between calm and being emotionally crushed. He swallowed the urge to cry as sickness swirled in his gut. He had no right to feel this way- He and Ameri weren't even courting. They were just trying to do what they could with Iruma as their shared purpose. It hurt it hurt ithurtithurtitshouldn'thurt-

The door behind them slowly shut while Asmodeus smiled at Iruma, as if he were in a drunken haze and spoke in a husky melody, "Iruma-sama~."

Iruma felt a trickle of sweat as his stomach clenched at the tone of his voice. There was something in the air and it made him rather conscious of the fact that he was a human surrounded by demons.

Clara had her claws out and was hissing, "Makka-chan, Azz-azz is MINE!"

Ameri flushed, her other hand that had Asmodeus's hands pinned above his head tightened in response to her declaration. "He IS yours."

Clara paused in her hissing before pulling back with a frown, seeming to finally really look at the situation at hand before shifting slightly as nervousness ran through her, "...What're you doing?"

Ameri glanced down at Asmodeus before looking back to her, "Helping him destress." As well as punish him for hurting Iruma by not explaining anything.

Clara's eyes widened before she smacked her fist into her palm, "Oh! So that's why!" She spun to Iruma, "Iruma-chi, y'know how Azz-azz an' I exchanged blood yesterday? Well, mama told me that when couples first get together after exchanging blood, they tend to kinda wanna stay as close as possible to one another for several days! They feed off of one another's feelings for each other so they can start a family 'n stuff!"

Iruma smiled at her awkwardly and laughed nervously, "Uh-oh, really?" There were a lot of innocent blanks his mind couldn't help but fill. He could only quickly conclude that demons, for an unknown amount of time, would be stuck in a cycle of emotional feedback and… and well. He didn't really want to think about it anymore as he felt more and more self conscious.

He glanced at Purson, and- oh. Oh. He looked really… really upset, while clearly hating himself for it.

Asmodeus whined as he looked up towards Ameri, "Can't I have just a little taste..?"

Ameri bared her teeth and hissed at him, "No!" He squirmed underneath her and she growled, "You don't want to hurt Iruma, correct?"

Asmodeus growled deep in his throat, "Never."

Ameri snarled as she showed off her teeth to him, "Then you will bow to my Will and stay down. You know exactly why I'm refusing to let you do what you want, do you not?"

Asmodeus writhed a little bit before sighing, "Yes."

She huffed as she shifted her hand that was embedded in his hair. Asmodeus was insufferable in this state, and even though she knew he wasn't particularly interested in her, he'd forced his blood on her and she refused to let him go until he Yielded to her.

It was a given that he wouldn't be getting a single drop of her blood for the trouble he was putting her through.

Clara skipped over to Ameri and grinned, "Lemme have him for a bit, okay?"

Ameri glanced between them with a frown, "He's in a bit of a Wicked Cycle right now because of his training, Clara…"

Clara nodded, "I know! But I'm pretty sure I know what to do." She looked at Iruma and grinned, "Leave him to me!"

Iruma nodded, "If you say so, Clara."

Ameri pulled back in one swift move and braced herself in front of Iruma as Asmodeus immediately pushed himself up before getting a face-full of Clara, "Azz-azz, let's play!"

Asmodeus's expression went blank as he tried to register just what it was she was up to. She giggled and dragged him to his feet before going towards the window. She opened it easily and threw him outside as he made an indignant noise in response to her rough handling.

She turned back to the others, gave them a toothy grin and a triple six hand sign before hopping out the window herself as the window shut behind her.

Iruma felt his mind go blank for a moment as he tried to process what was going on anymore.

Ameri set Asmodeus's hair tie on the table before looking at the two boys awkwardly, "I- apologize for that."

Purson nodded solemnly, and Ameri's heart hurt. She swallowed harshly as she could feel Purson's distress bleed into her veins.

Ameri looked to Iruma, "Could you wait here for a moment?" Iruma met her eyes as she soldiered on, "I'd like to explain myself."

Iruma took in a deep breath before nodding, "Alright. I trust you, Ameri."

Ameri nodded before turning her attention to Purson. She cautiously took his hand and he let her take the lead with weary soulful eyes trying to hold back hope.

Ameri sighed internally as she coaxed him through the side door, and with one final look to make sure Iruma would be alright, she closed the door behind her as she moved Purson onto the nearest desk. He allowed her to do as she pleased despite his mixed feelings as she settled against the heavy desk between his legs and wrapped her arms around him.

Purson unconsciously held her back as he pressed back against her and gnawed on his lower lip again. He laid his forehead against her shoulder tiredly, exhausted with his own feelings and doubts. "What happened..?"

Ameri exhaled softly as she gently nuzzled against the side of Purson's head, to try to calm and soothe him with physical reassurance. "Asmodeus's Bloodline Magic and stress got the best of him. He was kind of jumbled when he forcefully offered me his blood and asked me to pin him down. He was rather insistent that he be punished, and I was the only one stronger than him that he respected enough to do it."

Purson frowned at that. "But why give you blood?"

Ameri relaxed into Purson, because despite their shared turmoil, he was still strangely calm underneath it all as she reached and pulled for the serenity that came from disappearing from the world. Melting away from it and becoming detached in the way only he could. "He hurt Iruma."

Purson was silent, and it very quickly made a sick sort of sense. "He's having you punish him for mishandling the situation."

"Mmhmm."

Purson sighed as he pulled back slightly to rest their foreheads together, "It's a stupid plan, I hate it… but I also can't help but agree with the method, An eye for an eye, I guess?"

Ameri nodded slightly before shoving her face under his chin as she nuzzled him while asking for forgiveness wordlessly, "Iruma would never be capable of torturing someone he loved no matter how much Hurt they put him through."

Purson nodded as he accepted her plea. He shifted a little so their eyes could meet, and Ameri smiled up at him awkwardly. She was terribly cute, and he still felt overwhelmingly out of his league as he gently kissed her temple in forgiveness. "We should get back to Iruma before he gets suspicious."

Ameri was silent for a moment before she cupped his face, apprehension made her pause only for a moment before she rewarded him with a taste of her lips. He had expected to taste a lingering tang of foreign copper, but it was missing, as the floral notes of her tea lingered between them and he eased into her cautious affection with a soft sigh.

She pulled back and he couldn't help the tears that gathered in his eyes as he grinned at her, his feelings about the situation still a complete mess, but lighter for the fact that she'd acknowledged him.

Ameri wiped away his tears as he inhaled sharply with a sniff, "S-sorry." He wasn't really a crybaby, but this whole situation was taking its toll on him.

Ameri let her hand linger against his cheek in affection before pulling back as she extended her hand to him with a small smile, "It's alright, Soi."

Purson took her hand and hopped off the desk without making a sound.

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Iruma took over Asmodeus's seat after he settled the other's uniform jacket over the back of his chair. He looked around the room, his mind a whirlwind of too many thoughts and feelings before he mindlessly took a cookie and began to eat for the sake of comforting himself.

He hadn't been prone to eating that way as of late, his appetite still far too subdued since the accident that started all of this.

Iruma picked up the half empty cold teacup, and drank from it absently.

Asmodeus wouldn't mind him drinking from the same cup, anyway.

He sighed tiredly as he kept bouncing from one insecure thought to another. Too overwhelmed to stay in one place mentally before bouncing to the next.

Alikred cautiously made an appearance as he settled himself in front of Iruma, floating as if he were sitting in a chair. "Iru-boy, you feelin' alright?"

Iruma inhaled shapely, "Ali-san!" It wasn't that they hadn't spoken on and off, but Iruma had rarely been alone recently. "I've missed you!"

Ali nodded absently as he cupped his chin in concern, "You didn't answer my question, master."

Iruma pouted at the term and exhaled quietly in thought, "I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything that's happening right now. I just… I just wanted to talk with Azz-kun, figure things out between the three of us, and…" He felt tears begin to build in his eyes unconsciously, "I'd like things to go back to the way they were…"

Ali felt sympathy for Iruma's sentiment, but things had fallen out of their control weeks ago. He floated up to pat Iruma's head in comfort, "While that's no longer possible, I do think you'll all settle into your new normal soon enough. This is just… a rough spot, y'know? It's not like friends can't have disagreements, right?"

Iruma frowned with a small nod as he sniffed, "But this isn't really a disagreement…"

Ali grimaced to himself, well aware of it. "I know, Iru-boy."

The two were quiet for a moment before Ali moved in front of Iruma and raised a hand, "And to think, this has caused you to develop your own Mana! Pretty nice if you ask me!"

Iruma shifted awkwardly, "But it's small, and I hurt myself before because of it…"

Ali hummed as he crossed his arms in contemplation, "Still. I wouldn'tve thought you, as a human, could benefit from this nonsense. It's still not a good situation to be in at your age, buuuut…" He rubbed the back of his head, "I think the positives will come around soon enough and you'll be glad for the trouble you went through."

Iruma pursed his lips, pensive before relaxing with a small nod, "I guess you're right."

Ali winked at him with a thumbs up, "That's my master!" He paused, and with a gasp returned to the ring just as Ameri and Purson returned through the side door.

Iruma stood as the two came over to him. He watched them both, and noted that they seemed to be feeling better as he gave them a tiny smile, "Are you two okay?"

Purson nodded as Ameri gave him a smile and replied, "Yes." She observed him for a moment. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Iruma."

Iruma nodded and he couldn't help the small frown that crossed his features, "It's… well. What happened?" Ameri explained the situation to him, including Asmodeus's self-inflicted punishment while she settled into her chair as he nodded along. "I see. I got… nervous when he looked at me. I kind of thought… that he might want to eat me."

Ameri gaped at him as Purson stayed silently beside her, "Asmodeus would never-!"

Iruma raised his hand as a small blush colored his features while looking away from her, "I kind of meant… uhm. S-sexually…" He was practically on fire with how embarrassed he was while Ameri flushed with him.

"O-oh. I- yes. That was what I was trying to help him avoid…"

Iruma nodded before he clenched his left fist in determination with his mind set, "Ameri, I'd like to finish what you started last week." He met Purson's eyes, "If that's alright..?"

Purson was taken slightly aback, somewhat surprised he'd even ask. "She doesn't need my permission."

Iruma gave him a sad smile, "But you were Hurting just a little while ago, and I can wait a little while longer, if it would be more comfortable for you."

Purson felt warmth bloom in his chest as he smiled in relief and nodded, "It's alright."

Iruma looked to Ameri as he took a small sharp-tipped knife, "Ameri, you have been the guide of my path. Without you, I don't know where I would be in my studies. You've pushed me and believed in me in ways I'd never experienced before. You've given me so much, so…" He gently pressed his pinky finger into the knife's edge to cut just enough for a few drops of blood, "Please accept my feelings of gratitude, affection, and…" He took a deep breath as his stomach turned with butterflies while he met her shining gaze, "Love."

Ameri felt inexplicable relief as she reverently took his injured hand and with incredible care, took in the blood he offered her. She was grateful for his gentle hand as she didn't waste a drop that he offered her. Once she was done she kissed each finger gently and finished with a kiss to his knuckle, just above his ring. "Thank you Iruma." She looked up at him, noting how embarrassed he was as she felt her love swell even more than before.

That was when Purson had to ruin the moment and glom to the boy's side with a tired sigh, "I love you, man."

Iruma couldn't help the snort that came out of him as he giggled nervously, "Purson!"

Purson huffed, "I mean it as friends. I don't see you as a love interest at all, but I know I love you." He nuzzled into the side of his head, "You're like, the only guy I could ever watch getting kissed without wanting to die on the spot."

Iruma gave him an odd look, "Weird, but thanks..?"

Ameri pouted at the two canoodling in front of her, leaving her out as she vented her frustration by smacking Purson's backside playfully. Purson gasped as he stared at Ameri agape, completely scandalized while Iruma couldn't help but laugh at them. Ameri grumbled before dragging the two boys into her lap, one settled on each leg as she held them close to her with a huff.

Iruma's snickers teetered off into a sniffle as he laughed wetly, "You're all so beautiful, what's so special about a guy like me?"

Purson felt his mind stutter to a stop as he looked at him plainly, "Are you serious? Do I look handsome to you? I'm just a plain guy who melts into the background, barely a side character as you shine in the spotlight. Seriously, why are you clueless about your own charm? And hello? You're the only human most of us will ever meet, how could we not be totally charmed?"

Iruma's eyes widened at Purson's rapid-fire speech, but he couldn't help the unconscious grin on his face as Purson complained at him, knowing it meant that he was feeling better. "And Asmodeus? Criminal. A guy shouldn't be that pretty. Also, why is he growing his hair out? Is he trying to be a fashion model? Heck, Clara's super cute too with how she can get everyone to play. Remember that song and dance routine she came up with while we were all studying?"

Ameri rolled her eyes before she lightly placed her hand over his mouth, "I think we got it, Purson."

Purson hummed before licking her hand in revenge for smacking his ass. Seriously. How could she, a girl, do that to him?!

Ameri pulled her hand back in barely restrained disgust as she wiped her hand on his pants. "Augh."

Iruma snickered as he wiped his face, "Thanks Purson, though to be perfectly honest I think everyone in our class is attractive."

Purson squinted at him in disbelief, "Even Caim?"

Iruma paused, scrunched his face, and shrugged, "He's kinda like a stuffed animal. A super perverted one that, if he calmed down, could probably get the attention he wants… but yeah. He's likable, too."

Purson and Ameri stared at Iruma, astonished.

Iruma tilted his head in slight confusion, "What?"

Ameri exhaled softly, "You're amazing Iruma."

Iruma blinked, "If you say so."

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Asmodeus grumbled affectionately at Clara as he finally cooled off under her care. He was surprised by the fact that she was… was…

He frowned as his thoughts trailed off again, entirely too focused on the feeling of her hands as she pressed just so here and there to relax his muscles.

She was giving him one hell of a massage, and he hadn't even noticed when he'd come off of his temporary Wicked Phase. It didn't change the fact that he was rather thirsty for Iruma's attention, but he was enjoying Clara's.

Clara's tongue was sticking out of her mouth cutely as she worked, paying extra attention to his glutes for some reason, which made him squirm a bit as he whined at how painfully good it felt.

She was entirely too focused on his ass, and he couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled out of him.

Clara paused as she shifted to get a look at his face, "Oh, you're back."

Asmodeus gave her an affectionate huff as he felt a little putout, "Yes. Thank you."

Clara frowned at him as she laid down beside him and forced him to accommodate her by burrowing into his arms. "Why was Makka-chan pinning you?"

Asmodeus was silent for a moment as he buried his face into the crown of her head, "I wanted to be held accountable for my actions… and I suppose I feel the need to be punished for hurting Iruma-sama's feelings as I have. I'm sorry for leaving you two in the dark. I just… My Bloodline is rather… embarrassing to me."

Clara pouted as she gripped his shirt, "But why? What's so bad about it?"

Asmodeus couldn't help the grimace that bled into a tired grin, "Boys are only born once about every millennia in my Clan. It's… well. The Magic involved is a bit more advantageous for a woman than a male such as myself… so learning how to use it… means learning how to seduce like a woman before adjusting it to my preferences."

Clara's eyes widened before she relented, "Oh."

Asmodeus hummed, "Please don't be mad with Ameri. She's the only one I could trust with this, since she also loves Iruma-sama very much. She's the only one I know that would be willing to respect my… ah, ambition, I suppose, in this situation."

Clara huffed with a growl before shifting to gnaw on his shoulder playfully, causing his to squirm and laugh lightly in reflex as he held her closer, "I apologize for upsetting you!" Clara hummed as she focused her attention on one spot of his shoulder, Asmodeus making a sound of disgust as her spit made way through the fabric. "Clara, why are you trying to leave a mark there?"

Clara hummed as she bit down and met skin. She didn't make him bleed, but he did hiss and pinch her thigh to make her back off. She squeaked as she pouted at him childishly, "Iruma-chi doesn't like it when we're in pain, Azz-azz."

Asmodeus hummed as allowed himself to relax, "I well know it."

Clara shifted again so that she could grasp his shoulder and press their lips together. She was rough with him, and he accepted it easily. In comparison, where Iruma was fragile, Asmodeus was strong and could take the brunt of her overenthusiastic passion. She smirked into the kiss with a pleased hum before pulling back, "I don't like it when you're hurt either, dummy."

Asmodeus glared at her, "I am not stupid, stupid Clara."

Clara snickered and bopped him on the nose, "You definitely are stupid sometimes, Azz-azz."

Asmodeus let his head fall back as he let out an annoyed sigh while rolled his eyes.

She infuriated him like no one else…

…And he liked that about her.