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The ancient time demon straightens his immaculately pressed jacket, pulling deceptively strong shoulders back, head held high as he pushes the polished silver tea cart into the meeting room. Melodic giggles fill the air as the doors are breached. His olive eyes train to the pair seated rather too cozily for the formal room; limbs entangled, faces pressed close.
Asmodeus was a sight to behold, dressed beautifully for a night out, sculpted body adorned with jewels that catch the light from the fireplace. Finery from centuries long past, gems that knew no price, their beauty as immense as their value. Pale pink shirt sheer, unbuttoned low, and tailored to fit snugly, showcasing the slim waist. Black denim jeans tight, drawing the eye to the hourglass figure of tempting hips, tight across his buttocks. Rose gold hair with the soft gleam of silk, tousled curls framing the flawless angelic face. Plush lips tinted red, split in a smile so bright it felt as though it lit the room. Sunset amber eyes soft, sparkling more than the fine jewels around his throat, wrist, delicate fingers, and ears. They gleamed with a deep emotion that had the butler clenching his jaw, gloves strained tight as he strangles the handle of the cart.
Despite the picture of perfect seductive beauty the Avatar of Lust created, Barbatos's eyes were drawn to the object of Asmodeus's rapt attention. Solomon. The deep hearty chuckle reverberating in the air as his handsome regal face splits into an enticing smirk. Oh and his eyes. The infinitely deep of the hazel swirled silver. These were far more valuable and beautiful to Barbatos than all of the finery the former King had gifted Asmodeus. The way those timeless eyes caress as they drift over Asmodeus's face, drinking in every feature with greedy admiration. His magic worn hands working a different kind of spell as they hold the Avatar, thumb rubbing attentive circles, silver rings glinting in the light, contrasting the milky skin they stroke so endearingly. Hands the butler knew too well just how magical their touch could be. Hands he desperately wished were clutching at him instead.
Barbatos watches Solomon for a moment that felt a lifetime before clearing his throat to draw the pair's attention. His face perfectly polite, stoic mask mastered over milenia hiding any hint of his inner thoughts. "I do apologize for my Lord's delay. He should be with you momentarily."
Asmodeus giggles, drawing a slender finger down Solomon's cheek as he turns to lock eyes on the butler. "Oh, we have kept ourselves quite entertained" he says with a mischievous wink, draping his body further over their pactmate.
"I can imagine. I would remind you of the appropriate decorum one should maintain while visiting the palace. Especially while here on business" formal tone tinted with disapproval that shone clearly as they lock to Asmodeus's.
"Business, pleasure.. how can it not be one in the same in such delicious company? I'm sure Dia wouldn't blame me for not keeping my hands to myself. And Sol? What chance did he have when presented with such a gorgeous demon, in an empty room no less." Asmodeus teases with a sweet chuckle, leaning in to catch the sorcerer's lips once more to accentuate his point.
"Should I find any hint of mess on that couch when you depart, you will find yourself visiting again shortly. Far deeper in the castle." Barbatos threatens with a smile, imagining the Avatar of Lust strung up in his dungeon experiencing anything but pleasure. His green eyes darken with the promise of just how much he would enjoy "punishing" the younger demon should he choose to push him.
"Oh sweetie, like I would let any drop go to waste~" Asmodeus purrs. "Enough Asmo. I apologize, Barbatos, we meant no disrespect." Solomon interrupts with an apologetic smile that soothes the butler's heart. He allows himself a moment to get lost in the warm, affectionate gaze of his pact mate, but the knowledge that he was cared for and wanted by the sorcerer did not lessen the sting of watching Asmodeus occupy so much of his time. Ironic, given that was his domain.
"Behave, and I might have a treat for my pretty little demon later, if you can be a good boy." The sorcerer placates, squeezing the opulent demon closer as he giggles his affirmative. Barbatos turns his gaze to his cart, pouring tea with a practiced precision, placing it on the table in front of the pair, only sparing them another glance when his task is accomplished, giving them a curt bow. "If you will excuse me."
"Oh Barbatos!" Solomon calls, pulling his lips out of the grasp of the seductive demon in his lap, catching the butler as he turns to leave. "Might you be free next weekend to attend a gallery showing with me? I know you are fond of the artist, I've caught you admiring that piece from my collection numerous times." he chuckles with a bright smile, drowning out all other light in the room as his eyes catch the butler's once again.
His heart soars for a mere moment before the familiar cold twisting ache sets in. "I regret that I will not have a moment to spare for some time. The exchange program has seen much more work for all castle and RAD staff." He says wistfully before a snort from asmo catches his attention. "Most RAD staff." he corrects, eyes filled with the venom his voice didn't betray.
"Awe~ don't worry, I'll gladly be your arm candy for the night. I have all the time in the world for you." Asmo coos sweetly, matching Barbatos's venomous glare from over Solomon's shoulder, face hidden from the sorcerer as he smirks at the butler.
"Another time, perhaps. Call if you require further service." Barbatos states with another short bow, turning to leave the room. His head high, face calm, posture dignified and composed as he strides with purpose toward the door. He pauses for a moment at the door, gaze lingering on the powerful man he was eternally bound to, regret roaring in his chest at his reluctant yet necessary refusal of the offer. He closes the door, shutting out the carefree peals of laughter that taunt him. The seams of his gloves splitting as his fists clench around the ornate door handle.