Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Mint anger chip

      "Do we really have to walk, when you got me a car?" Mammon questioned, legs trudging up the parched path, aslope.

        "Yes! We should enjoy this weather Mammon! It isn't so dark and gloomy for once."

        "You don' think I'm dark and gloomy?" Light glistered in his unabsorbing eyes, and a spent wind raked the black strands away. Luka was in awe, writ large in his watering mouth—but it quickly dried once he saw a smirk tug at the raven-haired's lips.

        "Not when you smile..."

        A grin split his lips as their hands grazed. It seemed innocent to those walking behind, but could they ever tell of the spark of electricity that passed between them?

        It was a mountain the throne still hadn't climbed over. He didn't want to bear the looks of disgust, or confusion from the elderly. He wanted to remain as a stranger, not the stranger out with his boyfriend.

        Mammon's fingers closed around his stem for a wrist. Clearly, the demon had not felt the same way—though, what else could one expect? "You happy to be back?"

        Luka nodded, sheepishly retracting his hand. "Surprisingly...yeah. I'm really glad to see them all again, even Silas."

        "Seriously?

        "You don't like him?"

        "He's more of a demon than me," the raven-haired deadpanned. "How the hell is he a guardian angel?"

        "He's...Ezekiel's brother, and he's supposed to take over him soon."

        Mammon sniggered, his conoid canines flashing. "If he doesn't get himself killed by the guy at the Chinese place."

       In spite of the blond's silly japes, things felt a scintilla of normality; Silas brought back an essence of the skies in his antics, and Luka took comfort in it. "You know, it was much worse in Heaven! He'd always hide stink bombs in flowers, mechanical snakes in rivers, throw holy water balloons at angels...the list goes on!"

        "Holy water balloons?..." His voice evaporated slowly as the narrow black shop came closer in view. It was an ice-cream place, paraded in the thin pink writing. Small round tables were set on the spacious path a few steps away. "He should throw one at Vick for touchin' you like that."

        "Touching me like what?...He only hugged me, Mammon."

        "I saw the picture too. He tried to fuckin' kiss you!"

        "That was ages ago!" Luka shuddered at his memory-jerking words. "Besides, it was just to make you jealous..."

         The demon grumbled bitterly, whilst he shouldered open the door not much taller than him, cold air conditioning acting as a generous raining of sprinkles. They queued in the handily short line before Mammon stared at him. "What do you want baby?"

        "Hm, mint chocolate chip!" Luka chirped, but the cheeriness didn't engulf the bacteria that was his grimace.

        "Ew, what the fuck?"

        "What? It's good!"

        "Remind me to get you a toothpaste cake for an anniversary gift."

        "Well, what are you getting?" The couple inched to the side as others left, small triangular cones contrasting with large raspberry drizzled dollops.

        "Cookies and cream, the best damn one."

        Mammon spoke to the woman, slapping green notes on the counter as Luka gazed through the glass at the colourful flavours. There was hilly mint chocolate, interlocking blue and pink, dug cookies and cream, swirly mango and yellowish ice-cream that mimicked spaghetti.