Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

My love, my Mammon

We came to this forest a lot, I had noticed, but I didn't have any objections exhorting to be heard whatsoever. It was writ large that Mammon was keen on this place, and eventually, so was I. We marched through the breaches of trees, sporadically ducking under variable branches. Our connected arms swung back and forth vehemently—because of me. I was awfully animated today for some reason, even with the thought of his possession poaching the form of my shadow.

"Angel, you're gonna' rip off my arm," the raven-haired commented.

"Maybe that's what I'm trying to do, Mammon." I grinned but extenuated the movement, so as not to peeve him. I hankered to keep him elated, and was willing to do anything that would fill his core to the rim.

"Why'd you stop?..."

"Stop what?"

He took the authority, and started oscillating our arms as we carried on, drawing a smirk on my face. "I thought it was annoying?"

"Not when you do it, Luka," Mammon replied, prizing his arm away before muffling my waist and guiding me closer to his muscular body. He kissed the top of my head numerous times, whilst the plane ground abutting the stream publicized its view to our eyesight. "I like when you touch me."

"Actually, I think you like anything I do," I stated as the etiolated grass was treaded by our shifting weight.

"Maybe."

Weißstein was rallying from the steady rainfall, and it was making progress. The sky was a wan blue, like it had seized some colourant from the ocean, its older sibling. The sun's light dazzled the surviving leaves, although clouds tried to bedim it as if bodyguards. I pointed at the herculean tree, where I assigned the indigo blanket. "That was where we had our first date! You came with your bouquet of flowers...and swept back hair."

"Don' remind me about the fuckin' hair..."

"And that's where we had our first kiss..." I trained my hand at the dwarf grass, beautified with small white flowers as we came towards the rippling stream.

"Oh yeah? Don't think I remember...maybe I need a refresher," the raven-haired whispered, a smirk melting his grin before he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and enriching the kiss, a blush being brought to our faces via our arteries.

"Come on, let's sit down."

"Sure angel." We both collapsed onto the carpeted ground before comfort made us tailor our sitting positions. I propped my head on his left shoulder as I watched wet asymmetrical stones meander interminably down the waters treacherous to them. The other ragged stones at both sides of the stream watched with me.

"Any luck with your demon marking?...," I asked.

"Nah, it's still the same, but, you were right..."

I looked up into his grey eyes, "What about?"

"My demon traits, or whatever they are," the raven-haired answered as he placed his arm around me. "They're slowly comin' back. My urges...they're controllable but getting harder to control."

Fireworks of anxiety had went off in the pit of my stomach, desecrating the walls of my stomach with legion worries, "Does that...worry you?"

"No' really. I've controlled them before, so I can control 'em again." Mammon emitted a stentorian sigh, "I'm just scared that one day, I'll end up hurting you."