Earrings for Two

My hand was warm, yet dry. Dry, unlike the palm in my own, one slick with sweat, shaking with anxiety.
Pfft. He was nervous? The Great Mammon, Avatar of greed?
Funny how that works.
I turned to mammon, a weight dangling from my ear. An earring, of course; an earring of exquisite design, one purchased at one of the finer shoppes in the Devildom. Purchased by my First Man, Mammon. Of course, it's not like either of us had money to buy two pairs. So we split one, allowing the sequined chain tassels to dangle from our right earlobes. A show of love, of affection, a marking.
"It'll be fine, yknow." I whisper to my boyfriend as we sit in the back seat of the car. The other brothers had known about our relationship for weeks; it was a general topic of debate over the dinner table. Lucifer was enraged, Leviathan was disgruntled, Satan was... salty as ever, Asmo was pushing for a threesome, and the twins were equally as jealous.
Turns out they all wished for my kisses, and the shared, expensive earrings.
But that was something special, something I only gifted to one demon at a time.
"It's just a dance. Diavolo's gonna be happy for us." We we're finally going public, well, public outside of the House of Lamentation. That, of course, was a big event. One that made my heart race, and my legs shake and twitch. Mammon seemed to be getting the worst of it, with the sweaty palms and hyperventilating.
"I know, MC. I'm perfectly fine, ya know." He blushed, staring off into space, out the window of the car. He was still like this from time to time; a tsundere, through and through. He's much rather put on a brave face than show me his weaknesses, which I knew he knew I abhorred.
I will get through to him, though. Some day, when he feels confident in me, and in us. Until then, I have this-something equally as nice, something filled with romantic evenings and nice mornings together. A whispered goodnight as Mammon slipped out of my room before Lucifer did his rounds, and the wink that typically followed.
I loved it. I loved it all.
The car stopped quickly, signaling we had arrived.  My own heart rate began to speed, almost as if I was running a marathon, in tandem with Mammon's. Sometimes I wondered if demons' hearts were just... better than humans. My boyfriend's heartbeat was through the roof, something that would send a human into cardiac arrest, yet mammon was looking only slightly like death.
"Come on." I said, opening the door to my right. We had to do this, no matter what. It was expected of us, especially at a dance that requires a partner.
A moment of silence while I waited for his answer. "Mammon?"
He inhaled, as if gathering all his strength. "All right. Let's do this."
We both exited the car, Mammon coming around the back. He held out his elbow, an invitation for me to loop my arm through. A simple thing, yet symbolic on its own. We're together.

"Now entering the next couple, Mammon and MC."