Twoset Violin oneshots or possibly more

Taming of the Devil ( Mozart x Paganini NSFW)

Author's note: Hello guys! Long time no write. So even before the recent Paganini and Mozart video, Tsvhide and I wrote this oneshot of them instead of writing our long fic "Get Out".  We may have had a bit too much fun with this *cough cough* 
But if you enjoy it, we've written even more of them! And it will be on Tsvhide's page!
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To say Paganini was pissed was an understatement, he was furious. He hated being made a fool of, who did that little ass licking gremlin think he was!? Not telling him that it was just Black Pink's concept and that they weren't actually dissing him. He did not come back from the past to be made a fool. The long haired man shook his head as he stomped off the set, "Mam'ma mia."
He grumbled to himself, they were going to have words!

Mozart hadn't laughed so hard in centuries. Not since that prank aria he wrote for the soprano he didn't like way back. Poor Paganini, he wasn't really paying attention to the modern day stuff, was he?

"Heyy! Wait up!" he called after the man, half running after him once he realized the guy was heading off. He couldn't help but giggle at the whole thing, though, which he knew would rile the old Italian rockstar up to no end.
"No fuck you, you didn't think to tell me before I did all this!?" Something red began to sprout from the cleft right above his ass, and from his head. Horns and a devil-like tail, appearing in what seemed thin air. The tail swished back and forth as Paganini seethed. He came to the present somehow and it wasn't because someone came to get him. He invited himself to crash B2TSM's debut, because of the audacity for not inviting him. Now Mozart was more audacious than the rest. The others would be wise enough to avoid the Devil's Violinist, but nope not that chaotic imp.

"Oh comeoooon, it was just a bit of fun! Cheer up!" Mozart laughed, catching the tip of the red swishy tail between his second and third finger - or first and second, if you played violin. He gently rubbed the scaly texture with his thumb. "You're so cute when you're angry, though. How could I not, knowing you'd react like this?"

Paganini quickly turned around to grab his tail and pull it away defensively, "Let go of that! You're lucky I'm not dragging you straight to hell! You would fit in there with your impish nature."
His poor tail was sensitive, not that he would ever admit to that. No one needed to know that the great Paganini had his weaknesses. Such as his ego, pride, brashness, impulsive choices, but most importantly his tail.

"Maybe I'd just love to see you try," Mozart laughed, sticking his tongue out at him. Then he skipped past him, doing a twirl just as he got behind him. "Your tail is cute, though. And your little horns! Adorable! Can I touch, pretty please, Nini?"

Paganini raised his hands just wanting to wring his thin little neck, but he refrained, he just imagined it as he stared at the air, "No you may not touch them and they are not cute. You really want to get on my nerves today, you're doing it on purpose too."

"Awh, comeonnnn, don't be such a downer," Mozart giggled, standing up on his tippy toes to reach up, having to lean against the taller man to keep his balance. He lightly ran his finger tip up the little spike, feeling the sharpness once he got to the end. "They look cute on you."

A shiver ran up his spine as Mozart touched his horns. Another sensitive area, "Didn't I tell you no?"
His tone had less bite to it now, but he tried to keep a frown. He knew he could just push the shorter off, but he didn't. Even if Paganini said no, it seemed wrong to just shove the man. Although his imagination told him to throttle his throat and shake him a little.

"I know you don't really mean that when it's me asking," the smaller composer purred, brushing some of Paganini's dark curls behind his ear. "Do you, Nini?"

"I don't know if you understand this but there's such a thing as consent," Paganini snorted instead of answering the question. He crossed his arms over his chest. He was going to try to stare the man down, maybe he would take a hint and bug off, "Don't you have other people to annoy?"