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Love at first kill

Simeon meets a man at a bar. Turns out they have more in common than he had expected.

It is a Serial Killers AU for SimeBarb and a oneshot.

18+ at the end, minors DNI.

ao3 link below.

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Nights like these are always quite boring.

Unfortunately, these nights are most of them. The night life in his small town never really developed to a point where going out at night is actually fun. Simeon sighed.

The TV above the bar was showing the news currently, the woman speaking about some recent disappearances, which Simeon was listening to about on and off.

Not that the news could tell him anything he didn’t already know. Simeon was behind each and every one.

At one point, he had dreamt of leaving this place behind. Dreamt of making it big, somewhere. He wanted to leave this town. It was a freedom he craved, but a freedom that was unachievable to him. It was like a far off dream, taunting him.

He could just sit in his car, leave and never return. But without the necessary funds, what with having to keep both himself and Luke afloat, it would be nearly impossible. Perhaps if he got offered a decent position. Maybe. But journaling positions are rare, especially in these times. No one reads the newspapers anymore, or magazines… And quite frankly, he never felt the wish to work for a news network.

But if it were offered, he would take it within a moment, if it meant being out of here.

His reasons for wanting to leave spanned beyond the lack of a night life. It’s simply plain boring. His day routine went as such: Wake up, wake Luke up, make and eat breakfast, drop Luke off at school, then go back home to his job which he absolutely despises. Who actually dreams of working in finances? The school where Luke went was not much either. Luke hated it, despised it even.

He could still remember the first day of seventh grade. It still filled him with rage.

“Luke?” Simeon had called out. The preteen had been quiet during the ride home, then stormed into the house and slammed his door. Knocking on his door did nothing, only made Luke scream at him to go away. But Simeon wasn’t quitting, he forcefully entered the room.

“Luke, darling, what is wrong?”

“Go away!”

“Come, dear, let us talk.” Simeon urged, moving to sit down by the teenager who was now huddled up in bed below a blanket, sobbing to himself. He sighed.

“I can not help you if you do not talk with me, you know?” He gently placed a hand on the child’s shoulder, his gaze soft. It pained him to see Luke so distressed. He is usually such a happy kid.

“..... They hate me.”

“... Who?”

“The other kids…..” Simeon’s heart dropped. Was Luke being bullied? “Stephen kept calling me a girl… Because I like baking and cooking… And… And….” Luke teared over again and Simeon pulled him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m so sorry.” How dare they? “You are perfect. So so perfect.” This was the worst fear of every parent. That their child would suffer in school. Luke should not have to deal with this just because his hobbies differed from the other children’s. So what if his child likes to bake? So what if he enjoys what everyone considers to be a feminine hobby?

Something stirred within him, something ugly.

The next week, the news reported the first disappearance. Stephen Parley, 13 years of age.

His first killing had been easy. After luring the child away to the woods and with a well placed hit, the hardest part of the whole ordeal had been disposing of the body. He had managed to bury the body a little ways away from the town.

The terror of what he had done tortured him that first night. Then the next. And the next. He could not sleep, could not eat. He had considered turning himself in at one point….

But…. Then something happened.

His next kill had been a tourist. It was less planned than his first, even if his first had been quite the rush job as well. The man had been attractive, sweet, flirty, setting Simeon’s insides aflame. A few drinks in, they were heading back to Simeon’s place…

Then that feeling returned. He did not fight it.

There was no reason for it. No logic. He just did it.

It terrified him to find out he loved the feeling.

There have been more since then, mostly tourists that came by, though it is a rarity.

They really needed to leave this place. Perhaps that would be another reason to do it.

How many times would he sigh tonight?

Simeon shook his thoughts away, then put up a hand.

“Another glass please.” His previous one, he had been nursing for quite a while, feeling no incentive to actually drink but having nothing better to do at the same time. Simeon smiled a tight lipped smile as he watched the bartender pour him another glass of wine-

The red wine they served here was quite cheap and… Well, of average quality. But Simeon isn’t touching his better wines without occasion. This will have to do.

Pressing the glass to his lips, he took a careful sip, enjoying as the liquid spilled down his tongue and throat, bringing warmth to his belly. He hummed, pleased. Then tensed.

A bell rang by the door. Someone entered.

Bingo.

A shorter, handsome stranger walked into the bar. Pretty was Simeon’s first thought. And he truly was very beautiful. Probably the prettiest man Simeon had seen in his life. The stranger had striking green eyes, narrowed. The look etched on his face was quite stern, annoyed perhaps. His bangs hung over his face, strands attempting to hide his pretty eyes but not quite reaching them. The most interesting detail was probably the long strand hanging from the right side of the man’s face, the cyan of the tip melting into his green hair.

The man looked at him. Am I staring? Simeon felt his heart skip a beat but he averted his eyes.

The fact that he downed the rest of his wine had nothing to do with the pretty man now settling in the seat next to him. Fuck.

“Margarita please.” The man spoke. Even his voice is pretty.

Simeon attempted to avert his eyes from the man, but he glanced over every few moments, admiring his beauty. Just how pretty would those eyes look lifeless? Without that spark, empty. He felt warmth rising up again. He could not deny that pretty young men were his favorite victims. He was, of course, always respectful with their bodies. He has class.

I haven’t in a while….

Simeon was startled as he heard the man next to him pipe up “Excuse me?” He said, turning to look at the other man. He missed what he had said.

“May I buy you a drink?” The stranger offered…. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought. Simeon smiled.

“Yes.” Simeon responded casually “You’re new around here.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, there is rarely a face here that I don’t recognize.” Simeon hummed “Simeon.”

“Barbatos.” Barbatos. Such a pretty name too. He’s just pretty all around, isn’t he?

“Barbatos….” Simeon tried out the name on his tongue, surprised by how easily it came to him. Simeon turned on his bar stool, crossing one leg over the other. He finally could get a proper look at the other man.

Besides his face, another thing to note would be his clothing. While Simeon did not notice it when the other walked in, now he could ogle him without issue. The man sitting there was finely dressed. Simeon watched as he took off what was obviously a very expensive suit jacket, considering the quality of the fabric and the stitching…. And the fact that it had hugged the man’s figure so perfectly that there was no way it wasn’t tailored. The dress shirt underneath was a little more loose, but it was not ill-fitting. No.

Simeon doubted anything could look bad on this man. He could probably pull off a trash bag if he wanted to. They’ll see later, won’t they?

Straps were caught onto the man’s pants and hung tightly against his shoulders.

The other loosened his tie a little and Simeon was forced to take another sip of wine.

It would not be too bad if they had some fun before he buries him, right?

The other man seemed to have much the same thought. With the way he was looking at him, Simeon felt that he was already naked in the other’s mind.

“What brings you here?” Perhaps they should try at some casual conversation before exchanging saliva. Simeon watched the other man turn towards him, a casual smile covering his face.

How is it possible for a man to be so gorgeous?

“Work.” The other responded “That is all.”

“…. What do you do for work?” Simeon quirked a brow.

“Hm.” The other man hummed, turning his gaze away. The margarita he had been nursing during the whole conversation was downed in an instant and the man signaled for the bartender to give them both another glass.

“It’s not that interesting.” Barbatos said casually and Simeon frowned. Doesn’t he know that that is the perfect way to just make someone even *more* interested?

“Alright, keep your secrets.” Simeon snorted.

“And you?”

“Freelance editor. Though I’ve been trying to get into journalism."

“Fascinating.”

Simeon rolled his eyes a little, though the smile could not be wiped off his face. He could not remember the last time conversation felt this easy with another person besides Luke “I’m also writing my own book series.”

Barbatos seemed intrigued for a moment, which in turn made Simeon excited.

“What is it about?”

And so Simeon told him.

That is how he got himself into this situation.

Sitting atop the man on an old motel room’s bed, giving him a bewildered look.

After that conversation, admittedly, they had both had way too much to drink. Simeon usually did not let himself go like this but something compelled him this time around.

The other had been telling him a story about his boss and the assistant he was apparently crushing on.

“No, he didn’t.” Simeon gaped.

“But he did! He absolutely did!” Barbatos supplied, forcing giggles out of Simeon again.

“A hundred red roses, on his desk.”

“What does one even do with so many?” Simeon snorted. The story probably wasn’t that funny even but to him, it was the funniest thing he had heard in his entire life at the moment. It probably had something to do with the alcohol and the man telling the story.

“What could he do? He took them home. Every single one. He brought us some freshly made Rose Sharbat a while later.”

“Must’ve been quite a day.” A smile crossed Simeon’s lips.

“It was.”

The man was funny, incredibly so. And sweet. And so so charming. He had this sophisticated way of speaking that was smooth and proper, even when drunk. The flush on his face showed easily on his pale complexion.

Simeon was a little taken aback when Barbatos had leant in to kiss him. But he easily returned the kiss, leaning into it. He could taste the margarita’s on the other’s tongue, setting his whole body aflame.

But Barbatos pulled back. Simeon blinked, confused.

“Shall we take this elsewhere?”

Yes, Simeon thought immediately. Absolutely.

It was hard not to jump out of his seat and follow the other like a puppy. Instead, he slowly got up, catching onto the bar to still his swaying, then draped his jacket over his shoulders, waiting for Barbatos to do the same.

Together, they went out to the car and together, they drove away.

Simeon had expected the other to take him to a motel perhaps. He was honestly questioning his decision of getting into the car at all, considering he knew how much the both of them had to drink. But for someone inebriated, he kept the car steady. So Simeon felt comfortable enough with his decision so far.

Arriving at the motel, they were quick to get themselves a room and get down to business. Locking the door behind them, Simeon had pushed the man down onto the bed, getting on top of him and kissing him senseless, meanwhile Barbatos was more focused on undressing him.

In Simeon’s defense, he had truly forgotten his little pocket knife concealed in the back of his pants. But Barbatos found it.

Simeon tensed….

“What do we have here?” He had asked, pulling the item slowly from the back of his pants.

Simeon’s gaze sharpened, then he grabbed the other’s wrist, pinning it down, taking the knife from him. He sighed.

“I see.” Barbatos casually responded, a smile playing on his lips, recognition in his eyes, perhaps? “I had wondered why the hands of a supposed writer were so rough. I had suspected when I saw the callouses, then when I noticed the bruises on your wrists. Last one was a little violent, hm?”

Now Simeon was left sitting there, one hand pinning the other man down, the other clutching his pocket knife as he tried to figure out what the hell the other man was saying.

“… What….”

Barbatos simply continued “When I first walked into the bar, I thought you would have been the perfect victim. A single father, with a job no one would notice he is missing from.”

Simeon’s eyes narrowed. He did not like that, quite obviously.

“I guess you must’ve thought the same when seeing me.”

Simeon was rendered speechless. He was slowly catching up to what Barbatos was telling him. Within a moment, the blade was pressing against Barbatos’ pale skin, enough to draw out the tiniest drops of blood.

The room went quiet, both men’s eyes locked onto the other, both unmoving. The air around them was thick. Tense.

Why is it so hard in the room?

“Damn it.” Simeon sighed, pulling the knife away and folding it before stuffing it into his pocket. He pulled back from Barbatos, moving to get off the bed.

“Where is it that you are going?” Barbatos sat up.

“You sort of killed the mood.” Simeon grumbled out.

“My apologies, however, I am not the one carrying around a knife at the moment.”

Simeon quirked a brow, “You probably are, somewhere in there.”

A smirk crossed the other man’s lips “Incorrect. I tend to prefer an axe. It’s in my car.”

“An axe??”

“It’s easier to dispose of the bodies, and way more fun than simply slitting the throat.” Barbatos responded, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“I see.” Simeon could already feel himself relaxing again “I’ll have to try it sometime in the future it seems.”

“You will. Now, will you please return to bed?” Barbatos scooted back against the headboard, and Simeon chuckled as the man beckoned him with his arms. He moved forward effortlessly, climbing back atop him and settling in his lap.

“You are a strange man, Barbatos.”

“I can say the same about you….. Would it be alright with you if we continued our earlier activities?”

“Yes. I have the babysitter overnight.”

“Wonderful.” The man pulled him back into a kiss and Simeon melted into it once more, sighing into it. They moved together flawlessly, slowly descending down so that they were both laid on the bed, their bodies moving, grinding against one another.

Simeon allowed the man to continue undressing him, assured that there would be no more weapons to surprise Barbatos on him. The room was quickly getting heated, their moans filling the empty space. It was music to his ears. Simeon had no idea what he would do in the morning. This whole night was so confusing.

But for now, he was enjoying this… A lot.

He allowed his hands to wander, ripping the other man’s shirt off without a second thought. Barbatos looked like he was about to protest but Simeon shut him up with another kiss rather quickly. He did not wait to move onto the man’s pants, pulling on his belt frantically and getting rid of it as well, tugging the fabric off of him just so he could touch him properly.

Killing him made no sense anymore, right? Besides, it was sort of thrilling to have someone know his little secret. To share in it. Simeon wondered briefly if Barbatos would attempt to go to the police but decided against it rather quickly… If what he was saying was true….

Simeon gasped as Barbatos ran a hand over the front of his pants, freeing the other from the kiss.

“Quite… desperate, aren’t you?” Barbatos panted softly.

“Yes.”

His whole world was flipped upside down as Barbatos rolled them over.

“Let me.”

Oh good lords.

Simeon’s cheeks burned as it seemed to be his turn to be undressed, though Barbatos was way more patient about it, carefully peeling the clothes off of them and folding them to put aside. Whatever kind of foreplay this is- It is ridiculously frustrating.

“Barbatos-“

“Just because you wrinkled my clothing does not mean-“

“Barbatos.”

“Simeon.” The way the man’s eyes narrowed made him immediately quiet down, leaving him grumbling.

He continued on folding till he could properly and neatly place the clothes aside. He stared at them for a few moments, then turned back to Simeon.

“Now?” Simeon insisted.

“Now.” With a nod, he leant forward, pressing kisses down Simeon’s neck, each one flaring up and leaving a tingling feeling, making him shudder in pleasure. Barbatos’ other hand seemed to wander down, running up and down his length, teasing, watching Simeon squirm beneath him with a slight sadistic glint in his eye. Then he gave in, wrapping his hand around his length fully, starting to stroke him.

Simeon’s moans and breathing became louder, more desperate with each stroke, his eyes coming to a close. Barbatos was obviously quite skilled in the department. It made Simeon briefly wonder just how many men he had done this with before…. He fought off the slight feeling of jealousy.

He has known the man for a few hours at most, yet somehow he already made Simeon want to worship at his feet.

He was fully hard by now, Barbatos’ hands working wonders on him and his body. Then Barbatos moved away. Simeon slowly turned his head, to look at the man, confusion covering his face.

“A condom. I always keep one in my wallet.” Barbatos gave the swift reply, at which Simeon let his head drop back down.

“And lube?” Simeon’s reply came more quietly.

“I’m sure there’s something in the bathroom, allow me to go check.”

He’s making him wait again. Even if it is more reasonable this time, he is a truly infuriating man. Simeon remained still while he waited for the man to return, staring up at the ceiling. His heart was doing flips left and right, excitement filling his whole body as the man returned and got back on the bed.

“I apologise. I am not usually so ill prepared.”

Simeon rolled his eyes just slightly but opened up his legs for the man. Barbatos seemed to be pleased by his compliance as he poured some lube onto his fingers, slowly warming it before he began to tease around Simeon’s entrance. One finger slipped in, then the second. He expertly massaged the inside of Simeon’s walls, scissoring him open slowly. Meanwhile his mouth worked on leaving hickeys down Simeon’s neck. He’ll cover them up in the morning, somehow.

A third finger was added and Simeon keened, a loud cry escaping him, his back arching.

“Oh?” Simeon glanced up at Barbatos who seemed excited suddenly as he pressed on the spot again, drawing out a similar reaction from Simeon “Perfect.” The sudden abuse of that particular spot made Simeon lose his mind, cry after cry being drawn out of him. His length twitching, begging for release. But Barbatos gave him no mercy, only continuing his teasing, letting his other hand graze his length every once in a while but not much more than that.

Then he drew his fingers back.

The speed at which Simeon’s gaze turned to Barbatos was almost laughable, the desperation in his gaze. And Barbatos did laugh, more affectionately than anything however.

“Worry not, we will continue in a moment.” Simeon watched as Barbatos made a swift job of rolling the condom onto himself. Simeon’s desire only grew as he watched him grab more lube and coat himself well.

Then he finally settled himself between his legs. It felt like it took forever to get to this point, but now that it was happening, it was certainly worth the wait. The head prodded at his entrance, slowly beginning to stretch him more and more. Simeon’s nails dug into the mattress, his hips moving, trying to adjust to the length now halfway inside him.

Barbatos leant down, capturing Simeon’s lips in a kiss and Simeon gladly reciprocated, opening his mouth so the other could push his tongue inside. Simeon could taste the margaritas and even a little wine, most likely from their kisses earlier. His hands moved from the mattress, hooking around Barbatos’ shoulders instead. He pulled him closer, their chests touching, forcing Barbatos to bottom out. Then he started to move.

Simeon’s grip on the man tightened, not daring to ease up as he needed somewhere to put all this energy he was getting from the pleasurable feeling of Barbatos dragging his length along his walls. Each thrust forced a muffled moan from Simeon and eventually, he allowed his hips to start moving as well, meeting Barbatos halfway.

A hand wrapped around him and Simeon lost it. After all that teasing, stroking and now thrusting, a simple touch was all that was needed to draw an orgasm out of him, strings of cum shooting out and dripping down his length.

Barbatos drew back, briefly stopping his thrusts to look down…. Then only offered a small smile and continued “I hope you were not thinking that would be all.”

And no, Simeon had hoped it wouldn’t be.

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Simeon felt the bed shift, a loud groan leaving him as suddenly rays of sunshine were hitting his skin a moment later. He turned away, pulling the blanket further over himself, hiding under it.

“Simeon.” A smooth voice called, he only offered a grunt in response.

“I fear you’ll have to get up. I have work to do this morning and I suspect you do as well.”

No response again….. The voice sighed, then moved to lay back down next to him.

“Alright. 5 more minutes.”

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And here is the ao3 link if you'd rather read it there!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86884661

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First Touch- Chapter 2

Hey ya all, back with the fic, here is chapter 2 of my collab with the lovely @obeysalsaverde!

This chapter itself has no NSFW so it is safe to read!

I hope you all enjoy.

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After dinner, after the cleaning was complete and the castle’s guests and the Young Master had retired for the night, Barbatos sat down in his room and stared at his hands. His white gloves betrayed nothing of what was lurking beneath—assuming there was something there at all. He had been so taken aback by the appearance of his sigil on Simeon’s back that he’d barely had a moment to process that a mark might have appeared on him in turn.

He had seen it though. Hadn’t he? Barbatos had caught a glimpse of something there on his skin as he’d rushed to pull his gloves back on after the incident in the kitchen.

Could I have imagined it?

His mind had been too full at the time. Whatever he had seen on himself, he had blocked out.

And it was time to undress for bed.

He pulled off his left glove first, as if that would somehow brace him for what he might see next. But when he finally pinched the fingertips of the right glove and dragged the fabric away, his stomach flipped all the same.

There, in the palm of his hand as if it was something precious in his grasp, was a soulmark.

“They appeared where we touched,” he murmured.

The lines that made the mark were the same inky black that had appeared on Simeon’s shoulder, but instead of Barbatos’s sigil, what had appeared on the demon’s skin was Celestial. The butler examined it closely, ignoring the way his heart threatened to leap from his chest.

Most demons would likely not be able to discern between angelic sigils, except perhaps for the most famous of them—Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and at one point Lucifer. But Barbatos was not most demons. The butler was ancient, and his knowledge was vast. Certainly, he had familiarised himself with many angelic symbols in order to better serve Lord Diavolo. Not to the point of being able to identify which angel a symbol belonged to—though that was not a question in this scenario—but to the point of being able to discern an angel's rank from their sigil.

The mark in the palm of his hand was distinctly seraphic.

But Simeon was demoted to archangel after the war. How cruel of fate to use his seraph sigil as a soulmark.

That detail aside, the demon could not deny that the sight of that symbol on his skin made his heart leap. Barbatos touched the lines of the soulmark with his fingertips, then gently closed his hand. He cradled it to his chest.

“I thought I did not have one,” he murmured.

Barbatos had never begrudged the Young Master and Lucifer their love, nor Solomon’s with Asmodeus. They had each found their other half and the happiness that brought them was as clear as crystal. It was a joy he would simply never know—fate had not deigned to give him a soulmate, or else Barbatos would have found them already. That was what the butler believed.

Until that afternoon.

Barbatos moved slowly as he prepared for bed, going through the familiar motions while his mind continued reeling. He glanced down at the mark on his hand again and again, expecting each time to find it gone. But it was no illusion, no trick of the light, no fabrication of his mind. He ran his index finger over the mark again once he lay in bed.

“A soulmate …” A smile flickered across his face as he turned off his bedside light. Even in the dark, he could see the mark on his palm. “But an angel? Simeon?”

A strange feeling prickled through him when he thought of the man. There was an element of disbelief, yes, but behind that—excitement, curiosity. Perhaps even hopeful, in a reserved, tentative way.

The exchange program has scarcely begun. We have the beginnings of a friendship, to be sure. But Simeon and I are still strangers in the grand scheme of things. How could this be?

And yet, the mark was right there in his hand. And yet, picturing Simeon's face, imagining the sound of his voice, recalling the warmth of the angel’s skin blooming under his palm with that first touch, the butler's heart soared.

Strangers for now. But this mark shows everything we could be. All that we would need to do is simply let it grow.

He let himself picture it for a moment—he and Simeon sharing space, close enough to share warmth. He might find himself lost in the celestial blue of the angel's eyes. Barbatos could not deny that he found Simeon attractive. To the demon, he was utterly beautiful, though he would never have allowed himself to think it so unreserved until today.

Then there was Luke—Simeon’s ward. If Barbatos and Simeon were to pursue each other …

They are the family I have yearned for.

It made Barbatos view the time spent baking with the young angel, with Simeon's company, in an entirely new light.

That could be our norm. Our every day. Our life together— Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself.

He surprised himself with how easily he was settling into the idea. It was strangely comfortable to picture himself as part of a unit with the two angels. And there was something especially thrilling about picturing himself next to Simeon.

The question is: Is any of this something he would be open to exploring with me?

That afternoon had been a shock to the butler’s system, but a willingness to test the waters with a tug on the strings of fate was already clear in his own mind. His soulmate had appeared before his eyes—why would he not see where such a path may go? Why would he not choose to nurture that garden bed and see what could grow?

All that remained was a decision from Simeon. If the angel was open to the call of fate, to accepting a demon for a soulmate, something groundbreaking would be set in motion.

But that was not a guarantee. Rejecting a soulmate was not unheard of, and the possibility alone sat like a wound on Barbatos’s heart.

Could I bear that? he wondered. He held his marked palm to his chest again and rolled over. It would be no different to how it was before today, when I did not know I had a soulmate.

At least, that was what the butler would tell himself. Because having a soulmate was not something he could know.

Barbatos tossed and turned in his bed for another hour, waiting for sleep to find him. But he could not rid his mind of the discovery, of the possibilities both favourable and unfavourable. If he had free use of his powers, he might have peeked into his own future to know how it all played out.

But that is the exact kind of frivolous use that prompted me to surrender to a master who would command that I seek permission, outside of very specific parameters.

He rolled onto his back and sighed at the ceiling. He had no choice but to wait for the path before him to unfold as it would.

Before anything more, I would have to know Simeon’s outlook on the matter. And I’m quite sure he has not even realised our situation.

He would need to wait for Simeon to see they were soulmates, otherwise tell him outright.

Perhaps I shall pull him aside before he departs for Purgatory Hall at the end of the retreat and simply have a conversation about it with him. “Simeon, might I borrow you for a moment? Have you noticed that we are soulmates? Shall we date?”

Barbatos smacked a palm to his forehead.

No, that will not do. I shall wait for him to work it out for himself before I approach him.

No sooner had he settled on that decision, another complication reared its head—that the mark on Simeon’s shoulder was very visible, and that the entire cohort involved with the exchange program was at the castle for the retreat. Moreover, a solid half of them had already noticed Simeon’s soulmark—Luke had seen it appear, and during dinner both the Young Master and Lucifer, and then Solomon and Asmodeus had spotted it. And Simeon was sharing a room with the latter.

Good grief. It will be a miracle if Asmodeus does not tell him directly, not to mention if no one else does. And tomorrow night is the ball. Many denizens will be present. All it would take is for one demon to use the mark to strike up a conversation and—

Something about that sat ill with Barbatos—that somebody else might tell Simeon, if the angel did not soon realise the situation for himself.

And how would Simeon feel in that moment? Even I have been out of sorts since this discovery. It would be awful to find out in a situation where one could not retreat for a moment of solitude to process what it all means.

Barbatos threw back the covers and stood up. He paced his room.

This is driving me mad …

There was nothing more to it. Barbatos would need to find a way to make sure Simeon worked it out before the ball. He stopped pacing in the middle of his room and peered down at his hand again.

“If someone has to tell you, then it shall be me,” he said, as if the soulmark would carry the sentiment to the angel. “And I shall accept the choice you make with my head held high, come what may.”

—

The dinner party had long since ended.

Upon returning to their rooms, Luke knew there was only one thing he could do. Simeon had already retreated to his room, citing that he would take a shower and get ready for bed. Luke wanted to— no, needed to know what had happened, needed to understand. So the most logical course of action was to ask.

Of course, he could have questioned Diavolo further on what exactly a soulmark was, but the prince had said it like it was something he was already supposed to know … And then just walked away! It would have been a little embarrassing to chase after the prince just to admit that he had absolutely no idea what it was. And the mark did appear on Simeon…

Why didn’t Simeon bring this up before if it’s so important? Is it even important? He hesitated by Simeon’s door, having snuck out of his own room. Could Simeon be hiding something, perhaps?

I’m about to find out.

The older angel was always very open with him when it came to just about anything he was curious about, always happy to answer his questions. There truly was no reason to not ask.

He could hear talking. Simeon sounded exhausted. The other voice sounded excited.

Here goes nothing.

Luke reached up and knocked on Simeon’s bedroom door, then waited to be called in.

“Come in, Luke.” That was Simeon’s voice.

And he finally remembered who the second voice was. Right, he is roommates with Asmodeus.

“Hi Luke~” Asmodeus called out, sprawled out on his bed, right on his belly. “Ugh, Mammon grabbed MC. He’s hogging all their attention. Can you believe it?” Rolling casually onto his back, the demon continued, “But we have more important matters to discuss. Back on topic.” His eyes landed on Simeon, and Luke shuddered because of the wicked grin that grew on Asmodeus’s lips.

I should just ask what I need to know and get out.

“Actually I …” Luke began, but was immediately overshadowed by the excitable demon.

“Simeon…. You still didn’t answer. What do you think of Barbatos? Do you find him hot? Sexy? Absolutely breathtaking?”

“Are you still on this?” Simeon tensed, his eyes wide. “Asmodeus! First of all, no. Second of all. Luke is here!”

“Oh come on, he’s old enough. Aren’t you Luke? You know about the birds and the bees.”

“What about the birds and the bees …?”

“No he does not! Cease this immediately!” Simeon’s cheeks were a bright red as he proceeded to place his book down.

“So when two people love each other—” Asmodeus was thrown to the side as a pillow hit him in the face. He shrieked. “Not my gorgeous face!”

“I told you to cease this behaviour!” Simeon glared at him. “I don’t know what has gotten into you so suddenly!”

“I just want to know,” Asmodeus wheezed, grabbing at the pillow that had just hit him. “You like him, don’t you?” He threw it right back at Simeon.

“No! I don’t know where you got that ridiculous idea!” Simeon was a little more prepared, catching the pillow with ease. “Barbatos and I are just friends!”

“Are you? You’re spending an awful lot of time together.” Asmodeus quirked a brow.

Luke was trying to comprehend what was happening right in front of him. It was a little upsetting, honestly. Why was Asmodeus so adamant that Simeon liked a demon? He puffed out his cheeks, his face growing a little red.

“We are spending time together because we are friends,” Simeon insisted again.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t check out my friends a—”

“Stop!” Luke cut them off, watching as the two ceased their actions. His eyes flickered between them. Luke just needed some answers.

The room went completely quiet between the three of them. Simeon was still glaring at Asmodeus but he did not say anything more. Luke’s eyes kept on flickering between the two while Simeon seemed to contemplate something. Probably trying to figure out whether it was worth it to hit Asmodeus again. Finally, the older angel sighed. Seemed he gave up.

“I apologise, Luke. That was childish.” Simeon slowly lowered the pillow he had been preparing to throw, tucking it by his belly. “Did you need something, dear?”

Luke glanced at Asmodeus. He wasn’t sure he wanted to have him there for what came next. But he couldn’t exactly ask him to leave his own room. Climbing onto Simeon’s bed, Luke settled by the older angel.

“What’s a soulmark?”

Seeing the expression on Simeon’s face shift so quickly, Luke wondered if he was wrong to ask. Simeon looked uncomfortable with the topic, and Luke was already considering leaving without an answer. Asmodeus did not seem to agree with that course of action.

“Soulmark, hm?” Asmodeus got up from his bed and dropped down on Simeon’s instead. “Why do you ask, Luke?”

“Yes … That is a good question, why do you ask?”

Luke blinked, shifting on the bed. “I … Heard Lord Diavolo talking about it…?”

“That so?” Asmodeus’s amusement seemed to only grow.

Meanwhile, Simeon looked as if he wished to disappear. His eyes landed back on the demon, as if hoping he would be willing to tell Luke. Asmodeus pulled back his sleeve, revealing a mark, similar to the one Simeon had, but very different.

“This is a soulmark.”

Simeon glanced away a moment, then cleared his throat, though the sound that left him was still thick with discomfort. “Yes. That on Asmodeus’s arm is indeed a… soulmark.”

“Okay but what does it mean?” Luke’s brows furrowed.

Simeon obviously had no desire to talk about this. But Luke stood firm, watching him, waiting for an answer. Finally, the angel relented.

“It’s a symbol. Of sorts. It’s not that important. It just shows who you are compatible with. When you first touch that person, it appears. That one person who is supposed to be your other half. Someone who makes you happy. Who is supposed to love you and cherish you through thick and thin.”

Luke blinked.

“A soulmate of sorts.”

He slowly nodded, trying to take in what that meant. The concept of a soulmate was familiar to him. He had read a few romance books in his life, not that Simeon needed to know. Even if the books were appropriate, he felt the older angel would have a heart attack. Luke took in a small breath. He looked at Simeon, then his eyes trailed down to his shoulder. His lips parted. Then he covered them with his hand. He glanced up at Asmodeus.

Asmodeus offered a nod.

So Barbatos is… Luke wasn’t sure he liked this.

“Who is … your soulmate, Simeon?” Luke asked carefully.

“Oh … Ah, I don’t … have one. Some people aren’t born with one. It is completely normal.” Or he hasn’t had a chance to meet them yet … Or they died before they came into contact … A lot of possibilities, really.

Asmodeus seemed to be trying not to laugh. But he managed, somehow.

“And yours, Asmodeus?”

“Mmm, Solly~” Asmodeus gladly responded. “We found each other a long time ago.”

“You know you’re still allowed to date without a soulmate, right, Simeon?” Asmodeus piped up.

Simeon sighed, then reached for his book again “I don’t need romance. I am satisfied as I am. Comfortable with a good book in my lap. Who needs more?” He fixed his reading glasses. “Besides that, I have Luke. Can we quit talking about this now?”

“Fine, fine.” Asmodeus waved him off. “I’ll just go and tell everyone you have the hots for Barbatos.” He shrugged and started to get off the bed, only to fall forwards as something grabbed his ankle.

“No you won’t! And I explicitly said I don’t like Barbatos in that way! Do not put words in my mouth!”

“Hey, let go!” Asmodeus struggled to get away.

That felt like a good moment to leave the two. Luke got up, then paused. Glancing back at Simeon, he wondered briefly if he should tell him.

Maybe not. This feels like something he and Barbatos should talk out with one another.

—

It was a damn miracle that Diavolo had managed to keep quiet about the newly marked soulmates throughout the rest of dinner. At the end of the meal, Diavolo had made a point of waiting until everyone but Lucifer and Barbatos himself had turned in for the evening before he finally—finally—allowed his excitement to get the better of him.

Congratulations, Barbatos! he had laughed, throwing his arms around the butler in a bone-crushing hug. I can see that you are still adjusting to the revelation, but you must know that we are thrilled for you. Aren’t we, Lucifer?

The Avatar of Pride had, of course, reined in the prince’s enthusiasm.

We are indeed. But Dia, I think it would be best to let Barbatos decide how he feels for himself first.

For the butler’s part, he had simply stepped back once Diavolo had released him and offered them both a small bow.

My humblest thanks, he’d said, sounding distant. Then he’d returned to the post-dinner cleanup.

“How can he not be excited?” Diavolo said as he closed the bedroom door behind Lucifer. “I know it’s a surprise, but it feels like I’m more excited about discovering his soulmate than he is for himself.”

Diavolo discarded his jacket and threw himself down across the length of the crimson settee at the foot of his bed. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Lucifer went to the crystalware cabinet against the wall and poured out two glasses of Demonus—the high-end stuff—then joined him. The prince sat up to accept the offered glass.

“I imagine it is more complicated than whether or not he is excited by the prospect. Simeon is an angel, Dia. If they make something of this, it will be complicated.”

“If?” Diavolo tutted. “You mean when. It will happen, I’m sure of it.”

Lucifer sighed and made himself comfortable on the settee.

The prince pressed on. “It’s a sign, Lu! First there was you and me—the demon prince and a freshly fallen seraph discovering that we were soulmates. You helped me set the wheels in motion for this exchange program. And now it is happening again—a powerful demon and an angel exchange student. Only this time, there’s no need for him to fall for them to be together.”

“Dia …”

“We are uniting the realms, Lu. It may be an unexpected progression, especially so early in the game, but soulmarks do not lie. Barbatos and Simeon are joined by the threads of fate, just as you and I.”

“Dia.”

That tone shut him up. Diavolo pouted. Lucifer emitted a tired sigh.

“I know you are excited by the potential of what this could mean. For our dear friend, and for the exchange program and your vision for the realms.” He leaned closer to Diavolo, placing his free hand over the prince’s. “But they are their own beings, both of them. I don’t imagine either of them desire the pressure that comes with symbolising a joining of the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. Let them find their own way in this, at their own pace. As we did.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to sigh. “I take your point, Lu. You are right.”

Lucifer smirked and sat back against the arm of the settee, his torso still angled towards the prince. “Aren’t I always?” They chuckled together, then Lucifer continued. “I’ve known Simeon for a long time.”

Diavolo made a sound of displeasure, but Lucifer did not let it derail the point he was making.

“He can be clueless at times. And from what we saw at dinner, I think you will agree that Simeon has not yet realised that he sports a soulmark now.”

“He had best figure it out soon,” said the prince, with a touch more bitterness than he intended.

The Avatar of Pride huffed a soft laugh. “How many times must I tell you, hm? You do not need to worry about me returning to Simeon.”

A smirk turns up the corners of Diavolo’s mouth. “I know. Even so, I’ll be glad when his attention is finally focused elsewhere. He can save his longing gazes for Barbatos. Surely he will notice before the end of the retreat. Don’t you think so?” The prince’s eyes lit up. “Aha! I’ve got it! Tomorrow evening, during the ball—we must make them dance together. Even if Simeon hasn’t noticed the soulmarks by then, surely he’ll feel something start to stir within himself during a dance.”

Lucifer shook his head. “Perhaps they will dance together. But perhaps they won’t. As I told Asmodeus, it is not our place to interfere. Besides, you said yourself that Luke seemed distressed by the development.”

Diavolo huffed and sunk against the back of the settee. “That’s right. He is barely comfortable being in the same room as a demon. I suppose it would be best that he has some time to adjust to the idea that his guardian has found a soulmate in one.”

He hummed and swirled the Demonus in his glass, careful not to spill it over the rim. It took a practiced hand. He raised the glass to the light and peered at the golden liquid through the thick crystal, then agitated the liquid once more.

“… I can tell that you’re still thinking about how to push them together,” Lucifer said after a long silence.

Diavolo brought the glass down to a more natural level and looked pleadingly at Lucifer. He held the other demon’s gaze and tilted his head just slightly to one side. He could see it working—Lucifer’s resolve was crumbling, slowly but surely.

“What if we just gave them a small nudge towards each other tomorrow night, hm?”

Lucifer breathed in slowly and closed his eyes. His shoulders drooped. Diavolo saw the exact moment when his face softened. With an exhale, Lucifer opened his eyes and gave a lopsided smile.

“Very well. A small nudge.”

The prince beamed. The puppy-dog eyes—they worked every time. Satisfied, he sat up straighter on the settee and leaned his knees against Lucifer’s. Then he raised his glass.

“To soulmates.”

Lucifer raised his glass, too. “To another match made in both Heaven and Hell.”

“May they bring each other joy as we do.”

“All in good time,” Lucifer agreed.

They both drank, savouring the excellent vintage, the complex flavour that coated their tongues, the way it slid smoothly down their throats. When they set down their empty glasses, Diavolo took Lucifer’s hand. He held the other demon’s gaze and let the other pair vanish from his mind. Slowly, he reached one hand for the buttons of his soulmate’s shirt.

“Let me see it,” he murmured.

Smirking, Lucifer tilted his head back to grant the prince better access.

They had known that they were soulmates, long before their marks appeared. But it was not until after the Fall, after Lucifer and his brothers had finally settled in the Devildom, that the Avatar of Pride had finally allowed himself to accept what they both knew.

Their first touch had been intentional. They had removed their own shirts, and taken care not to allow their skin to meet until the moment was right. Diavolo recalled the moment vividly. Lucifer had still been wearing his gloves, the leather fingertips finding a steady grasp on the prince’s shoulders. Diavolo himself had been cautious to place his own hands low on the other demon’s hips, where the fabric of his trousers could still act as a barrier.

I’m going to pull you closer now, he had murmured in that shrinking space between them. Are you ready?

Lucifer nodded. They had brought their torsos flush together and, finally skin to skin, moved into an embrace. They had shared their first kiss before they pulled away, but neither of them had needed to see the marks to know they had appeared, right there on their naked chests.

The prince smiled at the recollection as he parted the fabric over Lucifer’s chest and beheld the soulmark anew. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth over the inky shape. Lucifer’s soft intake of breath was everything. Diavolo sat up slowly, and when their mouths came together in a kiss, it was everything. And when they undressed each other and made love for hours that night, it was everything.

—

Something is wrong.

Call it intuition but something strange had happened and Simeon had taken notice. Last evening at dinner, everyone had been … staring. Either at him or at Barbatos. While he was on the topic of Barbatos, what was with him storming out of the kitchen? He had looked so frazzled. And then Luke’s behaviour, insisting that he had spoken with Barbatos. He had been staring at the butler too.

Simeon took a deep breath. There was one constant in this whole story—Barbatos.

So there he was, standing before Barbatos’s room.

Is this strange? Visiting the butler so early in the morning? No … No, it is—

His hand had been hovering above the door when it opened. Simeon stepped back in surprise, eyes widening. There in the doorway was Barbatos, staring right back at him, though he lacked the surprise on his face.

No wonder—when you can look into the future, can much of it even surprise you anymore?

Suffocating silence surrounded them. Barbatos seemed to be waiting for something.

Right, I’m the one who came to his room. I should begin the conversation.

“Good Morning, Barbatos.” Simeon spoke in his usual cheery voice.

Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden?

Being close to the butler was making his stomach flip. For some reason, the urge to just stand there and stare at the butler was strong. But he resisted, drawing his attention back to the conversation as his good morning was reciprocated. I think. He was not listening for a moment there.

“I wished to talk to you. About last night.”

Something in Barbatos’s expression seemed to switch. He looked … excited? Nervous? Maybe? The angel never could read the other’s facial expressions. He was always very stiff, proper. Simeon thought it strange but let it go. Before he could continue, Barbatos stepped out of his bedroom and offered him a kind smile.

“Of course. However, I have some work to finish in the kitchens. This conversation would be much more comfortable over a morning cup of coffee.”

Simeon thought it over a moment, then nodded. “You are correct. It would.”

Stepping aside, Simeon allowed Barbatos to leave the room and waited for him to close up and lock the door.

The two walked through the large halls, though it wasn't far.

Well, it sort of makes sense that a butler’s room is close to the kitchens, he supposed.

Their conversation did not continue during their short trip. However, Simeon found that they did not have to say much anyway. The silence was comfortable. Barbatos’s very presence felt comfortable. Almost natural. And Simeon felt butterflies in his belly. That reminded him of another strange behaviour he had experienced yesterday—Asmodeus. For some reason, the avatar of lust had been insistent that Simeon had, as Asmodeus referred to it, “the hots” for Barbatos.

Which was honestly ridiculous. They were just friends. They spent time together because of Luke. And yes, Barbatos had invited him for wine tasting in his room once or twice but it was never anything serious. Just two men who have a deep appreciation for wine and tea.

What does Asmodeus even know? Simeon sighed, shaking away that thought. Okay, so… I can acknowledge that Barbatos is … attractive.

Why is my mind even going there?

He followed Barbatos into the kitchen and watched as the butler expertly prepared the coffee within a few moments.

He’s so … efficient.

Simeon sat down at the little table, offering a small smile to the butler.

“… Well then.” A mug was placed before him and Simeon picked it up, blowing at the drink. When he took a sip, his eyes widened. “How did you know how I like my coffee?”

“A great butler never reveals his secrets.”

Simeon quirked a brow at that and Barbatos … laughed. Had he ever heard Barbatos laugh that way?

“Alright, I may have inquired of Luke about the information.” He stepped away from the table and Simeon tried to not smile harder than he already was. A moment later, cookies were placed before him to eat, if he so wished, and Barbatos sat across from him. Simeon noticed then that Barbatos was not wearing his usual gloves, revealing that the butler… surprisingly had his nail painted black. Simeon did not know why this had come as such a shock to him but it had. He decided not to question it further.

“You said you wished to speak to me, Simeon? About last night?” Barbatos began and Simeon straightened up.

“Indeed. I just— Well… Everyone has been acting strange, haven’t they?” Simeon leaned forwards. “Last night, I mean.”

“I see … You noticed it.”

“You have, too? I am so glad. I thought I was going crazy!” Simeon laughed, relaxing slightly. He sipped on his coffee again. “So, was it something I did perhaps? Did I offend someone? Oh lord, I offended someone, didn’t I?” He frowned. “Though, I do not recall doing anything offensive …” He paused as he heard laughing and glanced up.

I am making Barbatos laugh quite a bit today, aren’t I? It’s a good feeling.

“You did not do anything offensive, no.” Barbatos shook his head. “It’s …” He trailed off.

Simeon waited for a few moments, but Barbatos did not continue.

“It’s what?” the angel urged. And this time, he could really see the nervousness on Barbatos’s face. “Is … something wrong?” He grew worried. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.

“Simeon. I decided I need to be honest with you.”

Simeon blinked. This sounds serious. He nodded, motioning for Barbatos to continue.

“Alright. Something happened yesterday, over there, in the pantry.”

Confusion made itself known again and Simeon looked over at the pantry. “While Luke and I were cooking?”

“Indeed.”

“So what happened? I do not recall anything …” Simeon trailed off, then watched as Barbatos placed his hand down on the table, palm up, offering him a hopeful smile.

It took Simeon a few moments to register what exactly he was looking at.

… Oh.

“Simeon,” Barbatos began, “your soulmark appeared on my palm last night, as did mine on your shoulder. And I was hoping … that we could … get to know one another better.”

Simeon’s lips parted in shock. There was no doubt.

That is my mark … from when I was a seraph… My magical signature.

Discomfort overtook him. Then panic.

What does one do in this situation? Simeon glanced up at Barbatos, who looked far too hopeful for his comfort.

What had he done to deserve this sort of punishment?

A demon for a soulmate? Was my demotion not shameful enough? Now … Now this?

He took in a shaky breath, then stood up, shaking his head.

“No … No, this is … This is not …”

“Simeon—”

“I need to go.” Simeon had no idea how to feel about this. But he needed to leave. He needed time to think.

Yes, run away.

Simeon tried to shoo the thought away; he knew where it would lead. The guilt of abandoning the brothers when they needed him would never leave him. He had relived that trauma too many times.

You always run.

Simeon blinked a few tears away once he was out of the kitchen. He tried not to think of the hurt he’d just seen on Barbatos’s face.

That damned ball is tonight.

Simeon doubted he would attend after that.

---

And there you go! Here is the link to ao3 if you'd rather read it that way:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86772006/chapters/232682211

And the link to Chapter 1!

Thank you for reading!

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pseudonymphomania

Happy father's day to Lucifer.

June is truly his month.

seerachii-art

I think you’re confused. I’m pretty sure his son is the blonde one. xD