[Name] was confused. Why was he, or Desmond trying to stuff him into a tuxedo?
"[NAME]!" he watched as Desmond pointed harshly towards the clothes set out neatly on the bed.
"Get changed, we'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs."
"Okay. But-"
[Name] watched as Desmond left the room and let out a breath, he didn't know he held when Desmond was in the room. He sighed and begrudgingly put on the tuxedo.
Walking past the mirror and nodding slightly at his reflection and headed down the stairs.
[Name] stood next to Desmond and inched a little to the left to maintain some distance between them.
He did not see the hurt that flashed in Desmond's eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Shaking his head lightly he motioned for the others to pile into the limousine. Desmond observed [Name], his bearings was much calmer and concealing his nerves and skittishness. He was more like Levi, who was an introvert. He was even on his phone with headphones in.
"[Name], your skin looks so much better and smoother~" complimented Asmo whilst taking out the other's headphone.
"A-Ah! Oh umm, thank you for the compliment-"
Asmo put a slender finger to [Name]'s lips, silencing the other.
"After this event is over how about you come to my room? ~"
"S-Sorry, but I have to decline. I still have some files I need to sort. Maybe some other time?"
Desmond was seething, couldn't he see that [Name] was uncomfortable?
"Asmo," Desmond called out his brother's name with a warning tone.
It did not take long for them to reach Lord Diavolo's Palace, they walked in, hearing the screeching of the Brothers fans, both male and female were whispering. [Name] lagged and many of the other demons pointed and started whispering. [Name] felt his skin crawl with their gazes on him.
"Who is he again?"
"Eww... he's a human..."
"I cannot believe that Desmond would lower himself to date a human..."
[Name] sneered at the demons, surprising them, he let out a 'hmph', ignoring them, he walked over to the refreshments and looked at the various array of foods. None of them looked edible to him, there were some fried scorpion, poisoned apples and this weird liquid that changed colour in the lights. He grabbed a flute of champagne, the only things that he could drink, and stuck by the wall, watching the others enjoying themselves, on the other side of the big ballroom there was a girl that also looked like she was enjoying this just as much as he was.
[Name] slowly made his way over to the girl and struck up a small conversation. He found that her name was Isabella, she was adorable [Name] found, and she was quiet, she seemed kind of shy, just like him.
"Why are you alone?"
"My friends ditched me because they came with their dates."
"D-do you maybe want to dance with me then?" asked [Name] nervously, glancing down at the floor and rubbing his neck.
He flushed further when he heard Isabella giggling at him.
"Of course, it would make my evening so much better."
[Name] smiled, put his flute down on a table and held out his hand.
They both stepped on the dance floor, ignoring the stares of envy and disgust (only because [Name] is human), flowing with the music. Spinning and twirling.
Desmond glared at the female demon that was touching his man. Gripping his flute tighter, almost breaking it until Diavolo pointed it out.
Following Desmond gaze, he chuckled whilst the demon next to him seethed with jealousy. Demons were commonly known to be extremely possessive of their mates.
"Why don't you go down there and claim your man?" mused the gold-eyed Demon King.
"You say it like it's easy, milord," Desmond said whilst huffing and taking another swig from his flute.
"Just go, I'll tell the musicians to change the music."
"Yes, milord."
Desmond begrudgingly walked down the stairs, ignoring the many offers from various ladies and invitations to talk from other nobles, to go and search for [Name].
He found [Name] just as the music was about to start.
Desmond whispered into [Name]'s ear as he dragged him away from the girl to dance with him.
"Tonight, you shall be no one else's dance partner but mine. Understood?" Desmond whispered.
"Y-yes, Desmond."
The couple danced, catching awe-filled glances, glares of envy and resentment. But still, they danced and danced. Keeping in motion with the music, twisting, turning, dipping each other. Both getting high off the thrill.
Desmond felt like he was almost in a trance-like state, he was practically melting in [Name]'s arms. His arms were firm, and Desmond trusted that [Name] would never drop him. He loved the sense of security he got from the other and no matter what happens, Desmond is trusting that [Name] would never hurt him, and protect him with all he has; as would Desmond.
They stopped in the finishing position, and the applause was thunderous. Echoing around the high walls, but not quite truly reaching the couple, it seemed as if they were trapped in a world of their own.
Desmond then kissed [Name] in front of everyone in the ballroom! [Name] froze, but he knew it would be bad if he didn't respond, pushing his insecurities to the back of his head; [Name] snaked his hand on Desmond's waist and pressed up against him, taking control of the kiss, making Desmond's knees weak, clinging on for dear life at the searing kiss.
They pulled away, breathing heavily. Gazing deeply into the eyes of each other.
"Next time, please give me some warning," [Name] said in a lilting voice to a slightly flushed Desmond, the latter chuckled slightly, making [Name] huff in slight irritation.
"O-okay."
"Get out of the way!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Desmond froze and [Name] pushed him out of the way just as the chandelier fell, crushing [Name]'s right leg making him cry out in agony.
Desmond went to help [Name] but was stopped by the other's shout.
"Desmond get to safety first! Someone's trying to kill you!" came the voice of Mammon.
[Name] struggled to pull his leg out, gritting his teeth and yanked. It was stupid how much it hurt.
He crawled a tiny bit before stumbling forward onto his feet before getting hauled to the side, [Name] looked over and saw Isabella in her demon form, her tails flicking out erratically behind her.
"Come on! Let's keep you safe first."
The pair soon came to where the seven brothers and the rest of the guests were kept.
Desmond ran over to [Name] in his demon form, checking his injured leg. [Name] collapsed onto Desmond, who started panicking.
"[Name]! [Name]! Wake up! Stay awake! Please!"
"Let me take a nap... then we can go to McDonald's..." [Name] said before passing out.
"[Name]! [NAME]!"
'Sir, what do you want me to do?'
'I don't know. What do you normally do?'
'Well, I heal you from within. And as you have completed your first task of keeping Lord Desmond safe, you may unlock your demon form. But do not use it unless necessary.'
'Oh, wait can I customise it? That's so cool!'
'Yes.'
'You can sleep now, sir. I shall take things from here.'
'Thank you, Lucian.'
With that [Name] fell into a dreamless sleep.