Chapter Text
Requests from RefractingGraphite, and Celej15.
Gallantmon x Beelzemon
Baalmon x Shoutmon
Laylamon x Lucemon
Imperialdramon x Sayuri
Human/Character names:
Beelz “Bells” Ōkui – Beelzemon (Tamer ver.)
Duke “Gail” Matsuki- Gallantmon/Dukemon
Magna Noda- Magnamon
Beelzebub “BB” Ōkui – Beelzebumon (Xros Wars ver.)
[Beelzebub “Baal” Ōkui- Baalmon]
Shout Kudo- Shoutmon (Xros Wars)
Taiki Kudo- Mickey Kudo (Xros Wars)
Ballista Tsurgi- Ballistamon
Dorul “Drill” Hinomoto- Dorulumon
Kyu Kuwashima- Cutemon
Knight Terasoma- Knightmon
The Pawn Triplets (Terasoma) - WhitePawnChessmon
Star Piques- Starmon
Layla Kagura- Laylamon/Lilithmon
Lucifer “Luc” Nakao- Lucemon Chaos mode
Imperial Motomiya- Imperialdramon
Sayuri- Ai and Mako’s mom (Tamer Ver.)
Ange Takaishi- Angemon (Xros wars)
The Angel in the Shower
[Request from Celej15]
The ride home was something of an inattentive stare at traffic lights, glazed over by the light posts passing by as Grani revved quietly. Grani was pretty much the one driving the whole time, as Duke seemed lost in his own head. He couldn’t believe today, couldn’t believe he managed to save his sorry ass with the simplest bullshit ever.
Magna had gotten a hold of a very pixelated, but still viewable picture of him and his boyfriend, Beelz, together and was calling him out on it. Magna never liked him for some reason, Duke still doesn’t know the meaning behind the blunette’s hatred for him, but the feeling was mutual. Thankfully Imperius had taken his side, and after pulling “I was there but Beelz wasn’t there” out of his ass, quickly adding the “Maybe someone photoshopped it, it looks shitty enough to be one” card, just too really sell it, the entire situation was dismissed.
He was practically sweating bullets with his fellow knight’s stares on him while he made it all up. Thankful that Imperius brushed the entire conversation aside and sent him off to finish his work, while Magna stood there gapping like a fish and put up a fuss about their leader always pulling favorites. Fortune favored Duke today, and he was praising ever single God, even the Goddess Bell and BB worshipped, for saving his ass from being fired or worse.
Grani became really quiet at some point and Duke realized they were in the front driveway, the front light still off and the small garage still unopened. He sighed, getting off and walking over to punch the door code in listening to the garage door’s usual groaning yawn before opening up to the black paint and red windshield of Behemoth. A low hum resonated from the dark motorcycle hearing Grani purr loudly in the low-rider’s exhaust at the other vehicle.
“Go on.” Duke said to the pinstriped bike, who didn’t hesitate to roll right in and parked right next to the black, still in stasis even as the door closed with an equally loud groan as before.
Duke carried on to unlock the front door, kicking off his shoes, and dropping his bag on the floor at the entrance. Walking through the kitchen into the living room and, while loosening his gold tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons on his red dress shirt, flopped onto the cold leather of his couch. Not even bothering with the lights, which were all off. The only light in the room being the moon shining through the tinted windows. Several moments passed, not listening to anything, just thinking about the amount of shit he just saved himself from in the matter of seconds. Damn, he was lucky today.
Sighing as he finally registered the sound of the shower running, a shower sounded nice at the moment. He pulled himself up off the couch, trudging off into his room, losing his white and red blazer along with his tie. Unbuttoning the remainder on his shirt, before shucking that off too, and by the time he was in his bathroom he was already undoing his belt and putting his phone on the counter.
Bells’ silhouette behind the fogged up door, back to the Knight, and hands roaming every inch of his pale skin; to Duke it was like watching an angel pleasure itself. Languid and slow, long touches and gentle caresses, every movement having a purpose, every place having a meaning. The caressing smooth of shoulders- an embrace of comfort during a feeling of open weakness. Roaming touches over gentle bumps and grooves of ribs and muscles- a calming enchantment of breath for the gasps and chokes of heated engagements. Soft soothing rotations of circles on the tender flesh of the stomach- a nurturing presents of protection while feeling the stiff inklings of pain. Fingertips grazing over opposite hips- a reassuring hug that echoed the necessity of want. Tender traces of lazy lines along indulgent inner thighs- the romantic eloquence of gentle passion in lusty ecstasy.
Gods, Duke loved the sight almost as much as he love the person. The glass door moved without resistance as he, fully striped of all clothing, stepped into the steamy space, looping his arms around the smaller. Feeling the shiver of shock run down Bells’ spine, turning to look at the Knight, who in turn pressed his lips against the blonde’s. Large warm hands finding smaller colder ones between thighs, lacing their digits together as they were forced to lean forward to do so.
“Work?” Bell asked after they parted lips, Duke moving to nuzzle the damp crook of the other’s neck.
“Heart attack worthy.” He groaned. Not wanting to open his eye, feeling the shower water pound into his spine, the water hot and relaxing against the tense muscles of his back.
“I’m going to guess and say they saw the picture Lilly had taken during one of those stupid group selfies.” Bell seemed neutral about the situation oddly enough.
“Whiny bitch Noda found it and tried getting me fired with it. Had to bullshit my way out of that like goddamn MacGyver.” Duke had let go of Bells’ hands, moving them to trace the other’s paths from before; shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, thighs. “How come you’re not getting antsy about the whole “pictures-of-our-secret-relationship-on-the-internet” situation right now?”
“Because, my silver fox,” Bell loved poking fun at the taller for his naturally white hair that he regularly dyed, “none of my coworkers hate me like Sparklyboy McMiracles hates you, not to mention no one there knows how to use the internet to begin with, so I doubt they would be able to find a social media website without some serious help.”
Bell turned in Duke’s arms, running his hands through the tan locks at his scalp moving back toward the base of his skull. “By the way, I think you forgot something.” The blond said, pulling the red tie that held his boyfriend’s long hair in a ponytail. Watching the hair fall lazily apart and splayed out, getting dampened by the spray of water behind the slightly taller.
Duke groaned as Bell ran his thin fingers down his broad tan back, messaging the muscles and helping relieve some stress from the day. His own hands sliding around to feel the boney ridges on the Lord’s spine and shoulders, taking a moment to lay the large expanse of his palms on the tattooed wings on his boyfriend’s shoulders. Lips meeting softer ones, palms caressing the sides of pale milky ribs, thumbs drawing circles over darker flesh. A near whimper slipped from the seams of their lips, as Bell clutched at Duke’s lower back as his knees started to wobble.
“Hey, want to change destinations? And orientation?” The Knight asked, feeling the heat in the Lord’s body center against his own crotch, and the slight quake in the other’s legs. Only receiving a hesitant nod, then a shiver as the taller turned off the water and opened the door feeling the instant chill of the outside air. Duke wrapped a towel around the blond, pulling the thinner against the sturdy tones of his torso as he dried them off.
Blond and tan locks still damp as they walked, lips locked, toward the bed. The comforter pillowing around Bell as he fell back on it with Duke an inch behind. Touches and soft kisses tracing edges and curves, finding new places to leave secret messages of adoration for the other to find in the morning. Tangled limbs and intertwined passions, filling each other with need and lust for more. Never paying mind to their environment, not as their attention narrowed down to only see the other.
Never hearing Magna trying to sneak into the house through the garage, before getting mowed down by Grani; Behemoth still never the lighter in the black bike’s slumber.