Beelzebub x Reader: Ravenous

Chapter One

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Well no shit, Beel. What the hell did you eat?" I rubbed the demon's wide back, and glared at the container on the counter. Even from where I stood, soothing the demon as he leaned his forehead against the kitchen table, I could see something green and suspect coating the discarded lid. Something sour and sickeningly sweet hung in the air. Ugh. I can smell it. So gross. "Is it something Mammon cooked?" I asked him, trying to suss out more information on what Beelzebub had eaten.

"Urp. M-maybe." The demon replied. "I wish Belphie was here. He'd know what to do." The Avatar of Gluttony said in wheezing voice. Hidden behind wisps of saffron hair, his forehead was creased in discomfort. His violet eyes were half shut as he inhaled a shaky breath. I could hear the gurgling of an upset tummy. How incredibly human that sound is, I thought to myself. Even the Avatar of Gluttony couldn't realistically eat everything without some sort of consequence.

Beelzebub stood up slowly, a hand resting on his stomach. I nodded and wrung my hands together, feeling anxious for the demon. I was concerned he would actually throw up, and I didn't think I would be able to handle whatever was expelled from the demon's stomach. Who the hell knows what he at before that stuff in the container? Beel looked decidedly uncomfortable as he headed out of the kitchen. Broad shoulders slumped forward, hair hanging limp against his forehead. "I'm going to go lie down."

"Just lay down in my room, it's closer." I said. My room was on the other side of the kitchen wall – when the wall wasn't a pile of rubble. "I'll bring you some ginger-mint tea."

"I don't want any weird human food right now." Beelzebub said and looked back at me from the door way. His eyebrows were stitched together over eyes, sparkling violet in the light of the kitchen.

"It isn't weird, Beel. It'll soothe your stomach." I shrugged my shoulders, and tipped my head to the side. "I mean, it can't make you feel any worse." I flicked my hands at him twice and shooed him in the direction of my bedroom. I watched him drag his feet as he shuffled slowly out of the kitchen to the promised comfort of my bed. "Ah..." I sighed again. What do I even do with him?

I threw the disgusting food container away before I busied myself preparing a tray of the ginger-mint tea. As the water began to boil in the kettle, I set out two delicate teacups. Poor thing. He really can't stop himself from just eating everything, can he? I turned one of the teacups around on the tray. "Too small." I replaced the teacups with two mugs instead. I chopped fresh ginger absently and thought about the disquieted look of Beelzebub's face. I much preferred him when he was smiling, it suited him.

Beelzebub was a vanilla cake of a demon; a sweet treat made of many different layers. On the surface he seemed obsessed with food – which he was, actually, all the way through. But hidden between the obvious fluffy layers of cream was the cake; the pieces of substance that made up the demon. His obvious love for his twin brother, his dedication to sculpting his physique, the loyalty he had for his family, his remorse over his sister's death. I dropped the various bits of my tea blend into the teapot and filled it with boiled water. What a sweet man, well, demon. Really. I took the tray firmly into my grip and left the kitchen and my pensive thoughts behind.

*****

When I arrived in my bedroom, the lights were off. Even in the middle of the day, the chamber was awash with a bluish glow that hung like fog. I called the demon's name softly into the room from the door way, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the bleak lighting. There was no response. I walked towards the bed and set the tray down on the night stand. I smiled to myself.

With his arms wrapped securely around one of my many pillows, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony was deeply asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and poured myself a mug of the pungent tea. I blew the steam away. I gazed down at the softly breathing figure laying against my blankets. His jacket was thrown haphazardly on the floor, his patterned t-shirt riding upwards and exposing his pale skin. Laying asleep like this, he looked far more human than demonic. His nose whistled softly, and a suppressed a giggle.

"Mrrmm aumm. So... hungry.... You look... delicious." The demon said, chewing on a corner of the pillow wrapped in his arms. I smiled wide, and put my tea down on the night stand. I gently prised the pillow-turned-snack from between his teeth. I found myself stroking a finger along his jaw. He mumbled something, but I was too focused on the little heartbeat I could feel in the tip of my finger where it connected with the demon's skin.

Beelzebub rocked his head against the mattress, away from my fingers and back down towards the pillow. His teeth chomped down again. He muttered the word 'dumpling' and chewed on the fabric. I knew he would swallow the pillow if he managed to tear a corner from it. More than once I had stared in grotesque amazement as crunched on the shards of dishes like they were potato chips. "No Beel," I said to the sleeping demon, and tugged the pillow away from his ever-working jaws.

The pillow landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thwump. The demon's eyelids fluttered; plum-coloured eyes unfocused in the light. He made a mumbling noise in his throat. I shushed him softly, rubbing my hand up and down along the side of his ribs and stomach. He shifted, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down, awkwardly against his side. "...that tickles." He whispered sleepily into my hair.

My heart jumped into my throat. I pushed against his chest, softly at first and then more forcefully. Beelzebub was stronger than I was. Strong even for a demon. The more I moved, the more securely he curled his arms and body around mine. I was stuck. Beelzebub breathed steadily, his nose continuing to whistle softly. In anyone else it would have been irritating, but somehow it suited the orangey-haired demon to have such an endearment.

I leaned my forehead into the demon's muscular shoulder. The faint scent of oranges tickled my nose. I sighed and relaxed into his arms. This wasn't the first time we had fallen asleep together. My handle tingled at the memory; the two of us curled on his bed, innocently holding hands in solidarity against bad dreams. He whispered something inaudible, and I heard his stomach growl. I felt my heartbeat spike again. Was I worried he was going to chew on me with that supple mouth?

Was I worried he wouldn't?