"How domestic," Luke laughed as he watched Asme struggle at the stove.
The smell of bacon burning wafted into his nose. Asme stood in front of him, ass out in an apron. Asme glared at him from the corner of his eye and growled. Luke stood and walked over to his demon, carefully wrapping his arms around the man's waist. Luke rested his head on Asme's shoulder. He nestled his head into Asme's neck and kissed him softly. The demon shuddered under his touch.
"Careful, Priest. I don't think you can handle any more of me," Asme teased.
Luke shifted behind him. It was true. The demon had given him a run for his money the night before, but he certainly didn't want to back down. He kissed Asme again and dropped his hand down to grab the demon's cock. Asme caught his hand before he got there and chuckled deeply.
"I don't think so. You are going to suffer through this bacon before you get me," Asme stroked his hand lightly and brought it back up to his waist.
"Infuriating demon," Luke said, "Can't we just have fun first and eat later?"
"No, besides, we have to get ready for Freya's visit today," Asme squeezed his hand, "I don't think I could live with myself if she walked in on that."
Luke broke free of Asme's grip and positioned himself beside the man. He had to admit, even though the bacon smelled burnt, it looked fantastic. A growl came from his stomach at the sight of it.
"You keep speaking of Freya, but you never told me who she is," Luke said. Asme had never cared if anyone walked in on them before. As a matter of fact, several members of the demon's staff had walked in on them in the last few weeks, to Luke's horror.
"Freya is my next in line. She's ruling over my territory while we are gone. My daughter." Asme said. Luke's eyes shot up at that.
"You have children?" he asked.
"Yes, several. Though Freya is my only legitimate child. The rest are in your realm, humans by their own right. I do not involve them in my world," Asme shrugged as he spoke, "That's why I was in your village when I met you. One of my children lives there. I was visiting."
"For some reason, I can't imagine you as the fatherly type," Luke said softly, "Is that how you found me, though?"
Asme laughed, "I'm not the fatherly type, Priest. I provide for my children; I do not parent them. I believe they think I'm their funny uncle who visits time to time. That's for the best, though. Their mothers can parent them and raise them with my funds. They will be better for it."
Luke stroked Asme's side gently, "Everyone is better for knowing you, Asmodeus."
"I'm glad you think so, Luke," Asme said, "But as for your second question, no, that's not how I found you. What we have, it's been prophesied for centuries. As soon as you were born, I knew who you were. I've been watching over you for your whole life. I moved my family to your village so I had a reason to check in on you. I only wish that we could have met under different circumstances."
Luke laughed, "You mean by
not
assaulting me?"
"That's exactly what I mean," Asme's voice was filled with regret, "It was the only way I could get you safely to my home. If I could do it again, the first time I touched you would have been careful, precise, and everything you ever dreamed of."
Asme dropped the bacon onto a plate beside the stove. Luke noted the sadness on his face.
"Asme, I don't hold that against you," he said, "But I am curious. Who in my village is your child?"
Asmodeus smiled, "You know him well, actually. But I think I will wait to tell you who he is until I can introduce you properly."
"I would love that, Asme," Luke said.
The demon grinned at him, "Good. Now eat."
Luke took the plate out of Asme's outstretched arm. It baffled him how Asme didn't require the same sustenance that he did, but he didn't say anything. Usually the demon ate with him, but today he didn't. He was pacing around the dining room watching Luke intently, as if he was nervous. Luke bit into the bacon slowly, scared that the crispness would hurt his teeth. It didn't.
"Are you nervous about something?" Luke asked.
Asme stopped mid stride and looked over to Luke, "You haven't met any of my children. Yes, I'm nervous."
"Aren't you more nervous that she's going to walk in, and your bare ass is going to greet her?" Luke gestured to the apron Asme was wearing, "I would get dressed if I were you. As for meeting me, you don't need to be nervous about me liking her. She's part of you, of course I will like her."
Asme chuckled, "She's more like me than you think. But I'm not worried about you liking her. I'm worried about her liking you."
Luke quirked his eyebrow, "Would it matter if she didn't?"
"No, but it would make my life easier if she did."
Luke smiled softly and stood from the table. Asme was within arm's reach, and Luke reached out and drew him in for a hug. Asme sank into him. It still felt odd to Luke that the demon was this comfortable with him. He stepped back from Asme after a moment and kissed him lightly.
"I can't promise that she will like me, Demon, but I can promise I will do my best to make a good first impression on her."
"I'm not worried about you, Luke. Not at all," Asme leaned his forehead against Luke's, "I do need to get dressed, though. I'll be back in a minute."
Luke stroked Asme's arms, "Go ahead. I'll be here finishing my breakfast."
Asme laughed, "And what a saint you are for attempting to eat it."
Luke sat back in the chair and ate his breakfast as he waited for Asmodeus to rejoin him. The demon always took his sweet time getting ready, and today was no exception. When he came back into the living room, Luke could feel the tension radiating off him. Luke sighed and joined Asme in the living room.
"Relax, Asme. It will be fine."
Asme huffed, "So you say. I can feel her, she's not too far away."
"I'll never get used to that," Luke joked.
Luke tensed when a hard knock sounded on the door. Asme took in a deep breath and opened it, revealing a tall, leggy blonde at the door. She did look like his Prince. She eyed him slowly as she stood in the doorway, the look of disdain on her face made his stomach drop.
"Come in, Freya," Asme gestured into their home. She stepped by him and took a seat on the couch.
"I can't imagine you living happily in a place like this, Father," she said.
"Well, I suppose you don't have to imagine it, you can see it for yourself," Asme walked back over to Luke and wrapped his arm around Luke's waist. Luke relaxed against him, immediately thankful for his lover's touch. "Freya, this is Luke, your newest sovereign."
Freya smirked, "I figured he would be less... male, and human. What good is a mate if they cannot give you an heir?"
Luke felt Asme's power raise in the room, a slight tickle on the back of his neck. Freya sat up straight, and Luke knew she felt it too. It wasn't a forceful show, but it was effective.
