Author: Az

Email: az.ombie[at]gmail.com

Title: Run with me

Fandom: Devil x Devil

Note: If you do not know this manga, let me tell you a little then, Suzaku is a fallen angel who suffers from a bad shota complex, and Hotei is a very frustrated, angsty and confused demon. Hey hook up, sweet music happens.. And just for good measure, this is NOT shota, neither is the manga, it’s just implied that he has a little boy fetish. This for you EJ! I decided that I like this pairing so much that I will continue this story, they will most prolly consist of little finished stories like this one. – this is written for Monday_smut.

Tab: sep2

Word count: 982

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine; they belong to the talented Sachiyo Sawauchi

Warnings:

Pairings: Hotei/Suzaku

I am the Lizard king

I can do anything!

The Doors – Peace frog

1.

Hotei sneezed and wrapped the blanket tighter around his body. Did demons catch colds? He sure had! Of course he of all demons could catch a cold, if only he had never gone along with the idea of fucking in the damn fountain of the park in freaking November! Damn Suzaku! That bastard and all his stupid ideas! Hotei growled and sneezed again. At the time it had seemed like a good idea though, he hadn't complained as he had felt the angels soft lips claim his hard, abandoning all reason before he all too quickly became a shuttering mess of wanton lust, it was always like that! Always! Suzaku knew every single button to push, and he did so with a little damn sadistic smile on his lips, like he actually ‘liked’ to do that. But Hotei knew better, he was not little or cute, or even a boy. Feeling sorry for himself he wiped his nose in his blanket, and closed his eyes, sometimes he wished that things would have been different, that he had never seen this damned park, and that he had never med Suzaku then maybe his life would have been less miserable?

Drifting off to sleep he saw himself standing on a pile of skulls with a giant two handed sword at his side buried deep within the bones, and holding a huge ass gun, a part of his mind giggled and made a note about overcompensating, but Hotei liked this image of himself as a demon warlord too much to care.

A sly smile spread on his lips, as a gust of wind took his hair and ruffled the long black mane; he looked down upon a fight that took place underneath him, his minions fighting for their meaningless lives, where as he! He would stand here and watch them die for him, and for the supposed honour there lies within a battle. He saw a sole struggling soldier make it up the mountain of skulls; he squint his eyes and saw it was an angel! The enemy? How had some mere foot soldier made it his way through his battalions? The angels’ army was supposed to be miles and miles away! But non the less this dirty angel came closer and closer, climbing the bones of Hotei’s mountain. He took a firm grip of his gun and aimed it at the feathery fool that came for his doom, and just as he peeked over the top, Hotei shot his laser gun, the Angel looked surprised and dropped… not a gun, but a tray! – Tea? It was even chamomile, Hotei could smell that as it spilled on the skulls, the lemon pieces scattered all over and slipped down in the cracks between the bones. “Suzaku?” he whispered, seeing the angels still surprised look as he suddenly lacked half his torso.

“Hotei?” Suzaku said softly as he started to lean backwards into his free fall from the mountain.

“Suzaku!” Hotei cried, dropping the gun to grab his lover, reaching out he was suddenly blinded by a massive amount of freely flowing black hair, annoyed he tried to free his face from the tangles, but failed.

“Hotei!” the angel called again, but this time more insisting.

The hair got into Hotei’s mouth and he could not answer. “Hotei!” he heard Suzaku call louder this time, and then someone grabbed him, Hotei was sure that someone would push him off the cliff, and that maybe the true warlord had come back to see his deceit.

“Wake up dammit” Suzaku called, shaking Hotei gently. As Hotei opened his eyes, he looked directly into Suzaku’s worried face. “I brought tea” he said softly with a little smile.

“But.. But..” Hotei whispered hoarsely “I was a warlord, and I had long hair, it was everywhere, and you..”

“Dreamt of me huh?” Suzaku smirked, “was it nice?” he stopped and ran his ling slender fingers through Hotei’s hair “Mmm I can imagine you with long hair, it would look brilliant”

“Pervert” Hotei mumbled as he closed his eyes, but woke abruptly as he sneezed again. “Damn” he whined. “It’s all your fault, you and that damn fountain”

“You didn’t have any complaints in the moment, as I recall it” Suzaku said with a little stern frown. “Actually then you asked for more, and harder, and faster.. and..”

“..and I get the idea” Hotei sighed, sinking deeper into the makeshift bed, even if a little smile spread on his lips, remembering the night itself. “Next time” he whispered softly, sneezing again.

“Next time?” Suzaku said with raised interest apparent in his voice, “what then?” he gently nibbled the pointy end of Hotei’s ear as he leaned in over his lover and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Then I will wear a woollen sweater” Hotei groaned, hiding his face with his arm. “And socks”

“Mmm sexy” Suzaku teased, “nothing arouses me like the smell of wet sheep”

“Asshole” Hotei chuckled.

the end.