Obey me Devildom

7 minutes with a demon

Next it was Lucifer to pick the game. He chose seven minutes in hell. Smirking at the angels around us who looked quite offended by the name change.
“Trust me, its more fun with a demon.” He purred into Luke's ear. The little angel slapped him away. Luci only laughed at his pouty little face. “We need a bottle for this, correct?” Lucifer asked. I nodded.
From seemingly out of nowhere Lucifer produced a full wine bottle. “I'm sure it should be empty.” Diavolo chortled. He produced enough glasses for everyone. The wine was passed around.
“Let's drink it all before we start.” I suggested with a grin. It scared me just a little to see that wicked grin reflected on all eight demons surrounding me. The angels only grimaced at the thought. Solomon held up his glass.
“To the exchange program that brought us all together.” We clicked our glasses and quickly drained them. Now for some real fun. I thought as the wine began to null my brain. We cleared a spot on the floor. All of us surrounded the bottle in a very lazy circle.
“OK, Lucifer this was your idea you spin first.” With a little smirk he reached for the bottle. Long thin fingers wrapped around the clear green surface. Winking at Diavolo he was about to spin.
“Wait!” I shouted placing my hand over his.  “I want to add a rule!” All eyes were on me. “No magic can be used to make the bottle land on a certain person.” I looked each demon and angel in the eye.
“I can assure that.” Diavolo stated. He brushed our hands away and chanted something the bottle glowed a light gold then turned back to green. “I made a nullification spell around it. No magic will work against it.” There were more than a few groans. Lucifer glared at the auburn haired demon beside him.
“It's only fair, Luci.” He said touching the others hand.
“Very well.” The Avatar of greed muttered. He flashed a glare at me. I felt my cheeks heat up. I smiled back. Tsking, he turned away to spin the bottle. The bottle spun wildly across the floor. It slipped and twisted over the hardwood surface. It took its time to slow. Finally it settled to a stop. All eyes watching the open mouth.
It slowed stopping in its spin to end up pointing at… we all looked up to see Solomon staring down at the bottle. His face flamed a deep crimson. Slowly he raised his dark yellow eyes not meeting the fiery red of Lucifer's. The pair glared at each other.
“Um, where are they going?” Beel asked. “We didn’t clean out the closet.” In a rush Mammon and Asmo leapt up to dash to my closet. They shoved everything on a hanger to one side. Kicking boxes and pulling out bags of things I had stored on the floor.
“Hey easy with that!” I yelled as Mammon kicked out a shoe box I was using to house my memories of the Devildom. Hurrying over I rescued it. Asmo was more polite working quickly but careful he placed the items in stacks beside my bed. He then sat back down ordering Lord Diavolo to come get his nails done.
Mammon stepped back to gesture toward the closet door. He pulled out his D.D.D. to set a timer for 7 minutes. “Tick Tock get your booties in there!” he cried gleefully. Lucifer looked like he wanted to vomit rather than go into the dark closet with the other human.
“Go on Luci, its only a game.” Diavolo said in his cool tone.
Lucifer grumbled to himself pulling his body up off of the floor. He marched to the closet without looking back at Solomon. Stepping inside he turned to face us all with his arms folded.
“No D.D.D.’s allowed in the closet.” He pulled his own out tossing it beside Diavolo on the bed. Solomon looked glum but set his down beside it. He marched toward the closet. Mammon closed the door once he was inside and started the timer looking way to happy about this.
There came some banging noises from the closet. A muffled “ouch" Solomon muttered about his foot. A crash of something then silence for the last three minutes. When Mammon's timer went off, Satan was ready. Mammon yanked open the closet door as Satan snapped a picture.
Lucifer stood there hand up shielding his face from the brighter light of the room. Solomon had his fingers entwined in Lucifer’s dark locks. Their lips swollen from making out. The red eyes of the avatar of pride shot to his boyfriend. Diavolo only smiled.
“He is quite good, isn't he?” he smirked at Solomon. The white haired human hurried out of the closet.
“He bite me!” he complained licking at his lower lip.
“Yes, he tends to enjoy pain.” Diavolo's golden eyes smoldered as they looked at the disheveled Lucifer.
“My turn to spin, then whoever it lands on will need to spin to see who they go in with.” Solomon stated. He obviously has played this game in the human world. We all sat back down.
With a flick of his wrist, Solomon sent the bottle spinning in a strong motion. It danced across the floor once more bumping over the imperfections in the wood. It bounced and spun around the circle. It was like each person watching it was holding their breath. In agonizing slowness it began to decelerate. As its momentum faded we all leaned forward watching it.
It stopped. The long green neck pointed clearly, to the Avatar of greed. Mammon smirked. “Well, well let's see who ever gets to share time in the dark with THE Mammon!” he reached out. After seeing the others spin the bottle forcefully he gave it a gentler spin. His eyes flashed to me. I was sitting across from him. I smiled at him. I heard the clinking of the spin slow to a stop.
We all looked up to see Beel with his hand to his chest. In minute movements he turned to smile wickedly at Mammon. “Now wait a minute…” Mammon pointed at the taller red head.
“What? It's not like you are actual brothers.” Diavolo stated. “All demons come from Lilith and therefore are brothers. You seven choose to live as siblings to rule the Devildom which I find fascinating. Now, sweet Mammon go make out with you brother.” He ended using his Lordly voice.
“This sucks!” Mammon cried eyeing me. I jumped up to open the door. Setting the timer on my D.D.D. I smirked waiting for them to enter. Beel looked like a happy puppy rushing inside the dark confined space. He was so tall he couldn’t stand upright. Mammon slouched inside. Belphie helped me close the doors. I pressed the start button on my timer.
For a few minutes there was silence. I felt what I thought was an elbow hit the door I was leaning against. Then I heard a loud moan. Some sloppy licking. Belphie exchanged a disgusted face with Satan. Lucifer looked pleased.
“No, Beel not there….” Mammon's voice sounded like he was trying not to laugh. “Mmm, better…” what was going on? As soon as the timer dinged Belphie and I yanked the doors open. Lucifer snapped a photo, a smirk on his evil face.
Mammon was bent backward with Beelzebub over him. The white haired demon had his hands on his brothers chest. His face turned toward us as Beel kissed and licked his neck.
“Awkward…” Asmo cried. Diavolo was done with his nails and able to join the circle. Asmo decided he would join as well.
“I can paint the nails when someone else is in the closet.” He informed us.
We sat down. Beel spun the bottle. It wasn’t too forceful, but not leisurely like Mammon's spin. It came to rest pointing at me. I felt my cheeks heat up. All their eyes were on me. Not looking at any of them I reached out. Twisting my wrist I sent the bottle spinning out into the abyss of bodies. The brothers were shoving each other as the bottle began to slow. Now that they could see the neck the all tried changing positions to be the one it landed on.
When it stopped I raised my eyes to the person it pointed at. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Someone cleared their throat beside me. Many of them had their mouths open. I was starring into the crinkled golden eyes of the Lord of the Devildom.
“Well, this shall be fun.” Diavolo said.
He stood dropping his D.D.D on the bed and walking to the closet doors. He stood waiting for me. Lucifer moved to his side. His own D.D.D. in his hand. I rose from my spot to carefully make my way to the good looking demon. I saw that Lucifer had the timer set.
Diavolo ducked into the closet. As I stepped up, ready to cross the threshold, Lucifer whispered. “He likes tongue games.” In my ear. A startled gasp escaped my lips as I felt a hand gently press me into the closet. The door closed. The darkness was almost complete. Only a thin ribbon of light came through the door.
A hand lightly caressed the skin on my arm. “Relax, human, this is but a game.” His voice was a low murmur, sultry in the darkness. I felt his hand slide up my arm. It came to rest on my shoulder. His other hand slipped to my waist pulling me in toward him.
He shuffled a step closer as my feet moved to adjust for his pull. My hands flashed out to land on his shoulders. “There, that isn’t so bad, is it?” he purred. Leaning forward I confirmed my agreement as my lips brushed over his lightly.
He caught at the back of my head. His tongue flicking over my lips. A genteel nibble had me opening up to him. His tongue entered slowly, flicking over every inch of my mouth. It then came to rest against mine.
Slipping under my tongue he guided it upwards. A soft tug pulled it toward his mouth. Sucking my tongue into his own mouth he licked over it. A slight moan escaped my lips. Yes he was good with tongue games. I had to admit that. I was so lost in the sensation of his tongue manipulating mine that I lost track of time. Mammon threw the doors open.
Lucifer smiled he was lowering his D.D.D. I jumped away from Diavolo who chuckled as we stepped out of the closet. Diavolo went back to the bottle. He spun it. It landing on the shy introvert, Levi. He blushed before giving it a quick spin. It wobbled spun in a circle the landed-on Simenon.
Luke huffed. He folded his arms across his chest looking away. He refused to watch the tall dark good-looking angel walking into the closet. Levi shyly stood up. Face flaming red he shuffled toward the closet. Mammon gave him a smile of encouragement as his little brother walked into the dark space. He shrank into the darkness. Pushing back into the farthest part of the closest. Simenon smiled as the door was closed.
We heard some banging, a sharp high-pitched squeal from Levi. Then there was a yelp. “That's my butt!” Levi cried out loud. We all chuckled at this. Mammon's timer went off and he opened the door. We saw Simeon towering over a small Levi. The sheltered demon was smooshed into the floor while Simeon was laughing over top of him. Satan snapped a picture. That was the end of the that game as Levi squealed scrambling out of the closet.