Ineffable Bureaucracy (One/twoshots)

Just Another Shot

The Archangel Gabriel did not like to drink. It was human, and horrible to his body. Besides, he had an awful memory of being to drunk to remember to sober up.

But when he received a text message from Beelzebub (apparently the tiny demon did not want to communicate via Ouija board) asking him out to drink, he found himself smiling and agreeing.

If you asked him way, he would tell you that he just wanted to keep an eye on the enemy. He would deny any form of feelings other than hate or disgust towards the demon. But he couldn't lie that the little thing was always on his mind.

He noticed they were always there about a month before the invitation. He noticed he often thought about their clothing (he would say they were hideous) their big blue eyes (which he totally didn't see in his sleep some times) and how small they were compared to him (he totally didn't think it was adorable).

So when he received the message, he had smiled. He had agreed and then stood up and went to find suitable clothing (one couldn't join the Prince of Hell for drinks without looking suitable of course). He brushed his hair to perfection and made sure his teeth were nice and perfectly shiny.

Dressed in a grey suit that wasn't to nice or to boring, he descended to Earth without telling anybody, and waited at St. James' Park for Beelzebub. He had arrived early.

He soon became thankful he had arrived early, because if he had just popped in and immediately saw what Beelzebub looked like, he would have most likely fallen over and ruined his suit.

The tiny demon walked up to him dressed in full length fishnets (not those horrid socks, which he had to admit were a little cute), a pair of black shorts that weren't to small but certainly didn't leave much of the leg to the imagination, a tight black shirt, and black heels with red bottoms. The fly hat was gone, but they carried a small purse (he believed it was called a clutch?) that had a fly pin on it. He even noticed they had brushed their hair, and it hung in shaggy waves around their face.

Gabriel stood up immediately upon seeing them and would have gawked if he wasn't to important to gawk at people, especially a demon. He wasn't, apparently, to important to stop the words coming out of his mouth without his permission.

"You looked wonderful." He said with a smile. The tiny demon brushed their hair behind their ear (were they blushing?) and smiled up at him.

"You look nice yourself. Thank you for agreeing to come with me."

"Why did you invite me?" He inquired as they started walking together towards the bar.

"I just figured you could use a drink. I was rather shocked when you agreed. I vaguely remember you saying you didn't want to damage your body or whatever it was." Beelzebub responded.

"I don't usually drink. If I had known you were going to look so nice, I would have dressed up fancier." He said. Beelzebub looked up at him.

"You think I look nice?"

"I did kinda say you look wonderful." He responded and chuckled. Beelzebub kicked his shin, but it didn't hurt.
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They eventually arrived at the bar within ten minutes and almost immediately were at least tipsy. So slightly tipsy in fact that Gabriel began watching Beelzebub a little more than as an enemy or a friend.

Beelzebub could handle their liquor, but they had decided to "let loose" that night and had downed shot after shot. When they played a song (Gabriel couldn't remember the name but it may have been "Right Round" or something like that) Beelzebub jumped up and nearly ran to the dance floor.

Now Gabriel was watching the short demon dance with a group of girls. At least three of the girls were attractive, but his eyes remained fixed to Beelzebub. He slowly licked his lips as he watched them dance; swaying their hips and waving their arms and tossing their hair back.

Lust was a sin, but Gabriel was feeling all forms of the word right at that moment. His erection was steadily growing in his pants and he snuck a hand under the table and squeezed himself to try and release some pressure. It didn't work.

All the blood was rushing south, but Gabriel suddenly saw red: A man about five inches below his height was now dancing with Beelzebub, no, dancing against Beelzebub, rubbing his crotch against their ass and squeezing their hips and chest and pulling them so close their thighs were rubbing.

And the bloody demon looked so fucking into it, with their eyes rolled back and their tongue swiping across their bottom lip. It made Gabriel furious. He should be the one dancing with Beelzebub and forcing those absolutely sinful (read: erotic) faces out of them.

And then he heard it. His hearing was five times that of a human, and he could hear it: a soft, barely audible moan coming from Beelzebub.

He jumped up and stormed over, grabbing the man's wrists and pulling them off of the demon.

"Hey, what's your problem?" The human growled, but Gabriel paid no mind to them as he pulled Beelzebub to him, their back to his chest, his fully erect cock pressed against their ass. He heard their small gasp and smirked.

"I don't take kindly to people touching what is mine." Gabriel growled. He shot the man a warning glare and wrapped an arm around the Prince of Hell, pulling them out of the bar.
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Gabriel didn't really care how much the hotel room cost, he just shoved the miracled credit card towards the person at the desk. His arm never left Beelzebub's waist.

Once they had the key, Gabriel pulled the prince up to their room without saying a word. He opened the door, pushed them in, and slammed and locked it behind him.

"What the hell was that?" Beelzebub snapped at him. Gabriel turned around and pinned the tiny demon to the wall by their wrists, causing them to gasp and look up at him with flushed cheeks.

"He touched what was mine." Gabriel growled. "Nobody. Touches. What. Is. Mine."

Beelzebub gulped. Their plan had partly worked at least-

Gabriel leaned down and finally kissed the demon who had been on his mind for months. He licked their lower lip: they tasted like whiskey and oddly enough vanilla.

Beelzebub moaned as soon as Gabriel kissed them and eagerly kissed back: they tasted whiskey and chocolate. They fought and got their arms free, wrapping them around his neck. The archangel easily picked them up and brought them over to the bed.

Beelzebub kicked the lamp, and the lights went out.

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Really rushed and stupid because I wrote this in a time limit so I'm sorry if it isn't that good.