Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 23 - Ghoul pile

"Sodomizer, I'm stealing your couch again," you called, opening his door. No Sodo was in sight when you allowed yourself in, but the pull-out couch was still out. Hell, it seemed he might have even fluffed it up for you. Well, you were expected and didn't have anywhere else to go. Papa's suite was a dangerous thought, so you placed your bag on the ground.

***

You woke up snug to the sounds of soft breathing. The moon sang through the windows. You squinted and found there was a demon laid out in front of you. Your first thought was Sodo.. but His horns were black and uncracked. His skin was a darker shade of grey, hair in curls and scruff on his cheeks. He smelt like a bong. But, like, a sexy bong and black ice vapes. Waking thoughts were uncontrollably stupid. You should have been scared. This place was making a mess of you.

His lids fluttered open with a soft sigh, and you were faced with a pair of dark brown eyes, deep and dark as the ends of galaxies. He was handsome. He caught you staring, and his mouth lazily curled into a grin.

Swiss then.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you returned.

Then he promptly leaned in and kissed your mouth.

You kissed him back in surprise—it wasn't bad. You sighed into him. Then you reeled away, touching your lips. Then you noticed the arms around you, the hand on your chest, and the other tucked into your waistband. "Hang on, what the fuck?"

You felt a huff on the nape of your neck. "Hmm, you're not Swiss." You smelt too many monster energy drinks and weed on Sodo's breath.

"Evidently." Childishly enough, you took the hand from your chest and bit it.

Swiss winked.

"Ah. Careful, might have the opposite effect of what you're going for, Bait," Sodo realised his other hand's location and shifted them both to safer places. "You're not going to sack-tap me if I stay like this, are you?"

It was his way of asking if it was okay, in classic Sodo fashion, after he had already done it. "Fine, keep your hands in check, asshole."

He was already drawing you closer, and you could feel him breathing in your hair.

"Mind telling me what you're doing here, Swiss?"

"So.. we didn't fuck? Huh, disappointing,"

"I think you'd remember if we did," you narrowed your eyes.

"Is that a promise?" he grinned. He stretched under the covers and massaged his temples for a moment. "That would have come out of nowhere then; I'm sorry."

You rubbed a hand over your face. "You're sleeping there then?"

"Only if it's okay with you... and you didn't have anything else in mind."

You trailed his form in the moonlight; he had really beautiful shoulders. "Goodnight, Swiss." You dismissed and snuggled in comfortably against Sodo.

"Sleep well, _____," he had a purr in his voice, American.. you vaguely registered, and you closed your eyes.

***

You had to admit, it felt nice to wake up in someone's arms. And thankfully, it was Sodo, and that was easier because he only wanted you in that way a ghoul wanted someone because they liked the smell of them. You were a pork rib to him, tasty and disposable. That felt safe. Whatever Papa was, was extremely, very unsafe.

You woke to your phone buzzing underneath the pillow where you left it. Swiss was squinting at you with a pained expression that told you he wanted to murder the phone.