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CHAPTER 6
Next day as King Dice wakes up, feeling the repercussions of his actions from the previous night. His head throbs with a hangover and from the crying, and the weight of his near-miss fills him with remorse. He was not thinking straight last night, clearly. The realization that if The Devil hadn’t show up he would be dead now... He pushes aside the thoughts of what could have been. He didn’t want to think about that now.
“You okay?”
Dice looks over at The Devil, he hadn’t seen he was there, sitting by his side. He takes a moment to gather himself before responding, his voice was shit right now after all that happened.
“I'm... okay, I guess.” The die answers. Voice super hoarse.
“Is your head hurting too much?” The fallen angel asks him again, and Dice nods slowly “Stay here. I'll make you some coffee and get you some pills. Or you prefer a cup of tea?”
The younger one tries to clean his throat to see if his voice would get any better, but to no avail.
“Coffee is good.”
The Devil quickly makes him a cup of coffee and get Dice some painkillers. He returns to the bedroom and hands the taller man the cup of coffee. He stays in silence for some time. They were avoiding the elephant in the room. But they were gonna have to discuss that soon.
Dice takes a deep breath, breaking the silence.
“Boss, we need to talk. About last night... about everything.”
“... Finish your coffee first. Then we gonna talk.”
Dice nods in agreement, understanding the need to finish his coffee and gather his thoughts and some energy before the conversation. The die drinks slowly, wanting to delay the conversation as much as possible but of course, his coffee is finished after a few minutes. He takes the final sip very slowly, feeling a bit more alert but still with a strong headache. He sets down the empty cup and looks at the older one. The fallen angel sits again by his side on the bed.
“Tell me exactly what you are feeling, Dice. Everything. Let no detail out and be direct.” Satan tells him.
The musician looks into The Devil's eyes.
“Devil, I love you. I really do. I told you already. But it's become clear to me that our relationship can't fulfill my emotional needs. I yearn for love. And I know that you can't provide that for me. It's not your fault, it's just the way things are. But still... can’t help myself from wanting it from you. Because I love you. But not receiving true love back it’s killing me. Painfully.” King Dice says, being as honest as possible.
“... I know you love me, but... do you really love me this much?” The fallen angel couldn’t understand how the other could actually feel those things for him. It honestly didn’t make any sense on his mind.
“Yes, Devil, I'm sure.” The die guarantees it “My feelings for you are real and deep. I've tried to deny it, but it's useless. I love you, and that's why it's so painful for me to realize that our relationship will never have reciprocal love. It's not a passing infatuation; it's a genuine love that I feel.”
The king of hell touches Dice's face. He leans in and kisses him in the lips. After breaking the kiss, they stay with their foreheads touching.
‘I’ll do it...’ The Devil thinks, he made up his mind.
“Dice... if I could have feelings again... if I could love you back, give you the love and the connection that you need... would you really want it?”
The die looks at him, his eyes glisten with a small spark of hope as he stares into the red eyes of his lover.
“Yes, Devil. If there was a chance for you to have feelings again, to love me back, I would want it more than anything. I've seen glimpses of your care and affection, and it's made me crave your love even more. I would give anything for the opportunity to truly be loved by you, to experience the warmth and tenderness of you.” King Dice speaks, the words coming directly from his heart.
“And if you were to have my love... would you cherish it? Be honest about it, and be faithful?” Lucifer asks, still looking at him.
“If I were to receive your love, I would cherish it with all my heart. I would be faithful and dedicated to nurturing it everyday. I understand the value and rarity of your affection, and I would never take it for granted. You would be my priority, and I would do everything in my power to make you feel loved, desired, and respected. The most precious being to ever exist. I’d promise to be a loyal and devoted partner. I'd satisfy your every desire and need. You would have my undivided attention, and I'd make sure you feel like the center of my universe.” The die says all of that still looking him in the eyes and feeling the other touching his cheek.
Satan holds Dice's hand, and brings it to his chest. The lack of a heartbeat is evident.
“If there was a heart in here, beating, aching for you... would you really want it?”
Dice takes a second to focus on the sensation of touching his boss’s chest, feeling the fur under his hand and the absence of the beating organ.
“My love, if there was a beating heart inside your chest, yearning for me, I would embrace it with all my being. I would cherish the love it held and be grateful for being the recipient of such affection. I would treasure it as the precious gift it is and do everything in my power to make that heart feel alive and loved.” King Dice answers The Devil, his mind drifting to scenarios where that was a possibility.
The silence that grows is almost maddening.
“... Come on.” The fallen angel stands up from the bed, and the manager raises an eyebrow, but he also stands up, the room spins a little for a second.
He holds Dice's hand and hits the floor with his pitchfork, teleporting them to The Devil's chambers. The sudden teleportation makes him lose his balance for an instant.
The Devil asks him to sit down on the bed. While Dice sits down, the fallen angel goes to his wardrobe, and moves it away, there was a big vault in the wall behind it. With a lot of different types of locks that Dice didn't even know how to open them. Locks that he never saw before and never knew they existed. Satan is quick with all those complexes locks, opening the secure place in no time. The die is only able to take a quick glance inside of the huge vault as the shorter one walks inside of it, - the thing was much bigger than the die thought at first – but he sees an immense amount of itens and relics and other golden itens. They were precious enough for Satan himself to lock them away. The manager does identifies a few itens tho, some very famous which the whereabouts were unknown to people. Apparently, The Devil had a few of those ‘lost treasures’.
“Wait...” King Dice calls Old Scratch’s attention “Is that the fucking Ark of the Covenant?!”
The king of the underworld peeks outside the vault and looks at the die and brings a finger to his own lips, in a sign of requesting for keep that a secret. Dice understands but he is still a bit amazed to see such article was in his lover’s possessions. For a second the musician is very tempted to go there an take a look at what else could be hiden in there.
Lucifer returns from the depths of the vault with a black medium size chest on his grasp. There was a very thick layer of dust over it, suggesting it was untouched for a long time. The locker seemed very, very old. The Devil blows the dust from the top of it, and next sits by Dice's side on the bed, with the thing in hands. After a few seconds, he hands the locker to the die along with a key. The musician's eyes fixate on the ancient chest as Satan carefully passes it to him and gives him the key, wondering what secrets might be concealed within its aged exterior.
There is no need for words, King Dice understands that he is supposed to open it. He places the also very old key on the lock and with a slow turn – he had to use a bit of force tho, for the long time remaining closed, the lock as a bit hard to open – he unlocks it and lifts it’s lid. Upon doing it, he is almost blinded. There was a light inside the chest. Something shining bright. Very bright. Dice almost couldn't make the contours of it because of the strong light. And it also seemed to move a little inside the box, and it made a faint sound... of a heartbeat.
The die gasps in pure surprise. The intense light emanating from within is strong enough to illuminate the room that was naturally dark, casting a warm and ethereal glow. The pulsating sound is unmistakable. He can hardly believe his eyes, his hand trembling as he gingerly reaches out to touch it, feeling its gentle rhythm beneath his fingertips. It radiates warmth under his touch. The younger man looks at the creature with horns, confused. Henchman told him that The Devil had gotten rid of it.
“I... I thought... Henchman told me that you had destroyed it... But your heart... it's here. It’s alive. And beating. How...?” The die was really confused, not understanding what was going on any longer.
“I lied.” Satan confesses, his eyes also fixed on the source of light that was coming from the old locker “I didn't burned it as you can see. I really didn't want to feel anything at all again... but I kept it in a safe place... just in case...”
Dice's eyes widen in surprise as Old Scratch confesses his lie. He gazes at the heart he was barely touching with his fingertips, its radiant light illuminating the room. An amalgamate of emotions washes over him: astonishment, relief... and a glimmer of hope.
“You kept it... all this time? Just in case?” The die questions him, still a little shocked from all of that.
“Yep... Besides, I didn't know if destroying it would also kill me. Probably not but still... again, just in case.” He replies.
The performer breaths in slowly, and sighs next, a flicker of apprehension dances across his face. On one hand, he is relieved that The Devil didn't completely destroy his capacity to love. On the other hand, the gravity of the situation dawns on him.
“Boss, why are you-”
“Do you want me to put it back again? So I'm able to love you?”
Now it was time for King Dice to stare at The Devil with an unreadable expression.
“Boss, it's not for me to decide whether you should put it back or not. That's a decision only you can make. It's your heart, your emotions, and your ability to feel again. I don't want you to do it solely for my sake.” He pauses, gathering his courage to continue speaking “I do love you, boss. More than I can put into words. But I don't want you to do something that may have unintended consequences or cause you pain. You need to consider if this is something that you truly want to do.”
“I've been thinking about it for the past weeks. And after all you said about craving for my love and my love only, and after what happened last night...” He holds the die’s hand that was not touching his heart “Fuck, Dice... I can't be without you.”
Dice almost stops breathing. his heart skipping a beat. He didn't expect The Devil to make such a declaration. The weight of those words and the sincerity behind them hit Dice like a tidal wave.
“A-Are you sure? Are you truly sure?” The manager asks, feeling the fallen angel’s heart beating faster under his touch upon his question.
“Yes, Dice. I wanna give myself to you the same way to give yourself to me. And give you the love that you deserve.” The king of hell answers.
The die gently places the chest containing the heart on the bed, reaching out to cup The Devil's face with both hands.
“I promise you, boss, I'll cherish your love with everything I have.” A thumb brushes against Old Scratch's cheek, in a gentle touch, leaning in and kissing his lover’s lips “I love you, boss.”
“I really want to say 'I love you' back, but not with empty words... After my heart is back on place, I promise you that you will hear it with real love.” The creature with black fur tells his lover, kissing him again “Maybe not immediately, for I don’t know if my feelings will take time to fully return, but you will hear it.”
King Dice smiles. Everytime the older once spoke to him, his sadness seems to be heavily punched away from him with extreme aggressivity. For it to never return again.
“When the time comes, and your heart beats with love once again, I'll be there, ready to hear you say it.” He vows before they are kissing once again.
One question remained with Dice tho: How would they put his heart back? Was his chest need to be open again? Was it gonna hurt? Could it be done some other way? Dice had lots of questions about it. The fear of causing The Devil any harm or discomfort weighs heavily on his mind, there was many details that need to be clarified still.
“Boss... I... I have to ask. How will we put your heart back? Will it be painful? I don't want to cause you any more suffering than you've already endured.” The die makes his worries be known to his lover.
“Unfortunately, Dice... It will be back in the same away it came out...” Satan gives him the news.
The die is very concerned now that he knew that the process of putting the fallen angel’s heart back would be just as painful as it was when it was removed. The thought of the older one having to endure that pain again was something that didn’t please Dice.
“Boss... I... I don't want you to go through that kind of pain again. I can't bear to see you suffer. Is there no other way that would spare you from that?” If restoring his ability to love again meant having to make him go throught extreme pain again, the die was really not wanting to make his lover go down that path.
“I appreciate your concern, and I understand you. But this is something I'm willing to endure if it means being able to love you fully.” The king of hell says “It's not gonna be like before. Last time, I was desperate, and did that without thinking, all by myself, and with nothing to diminish the pain at all. I can ask Henchman and Stickler to help. They already patched me up lots of times in the past. I'm pretty sure that they can handle doing it and causing very little to no pain. Not that I care about doing it myself again, but if making a safe and secure "medical procedure" puts your mind at ease... okay...”
Well, it didn’t calm the musician down completely, put it did put his mind at ease a little. Knowing that his lover was going to be in good hands and was going to have a ‘less worse’ experience than he did last time.
“Thank you, boss.” King Dice says “I care about your well-being. And I promise I’ll stay by your side the entire time. During the ‘procedure’ and after to help with you with anything.”
Dice was going to say something else, but the fallen angel stands up from the bed before he could do it.
“I'm gonna call them to do it.” King Dice blinks a few times, surprised by that. He didn't expect The Devil to want to do that immediately like that.
“Wait, wha- boss, aren’t you being too quick??” The die asks, a bit worried that the other was being a little precipitate.
“Nope!” Satan replies, offering his lover a gentle smile “I’m doing it now.”
Dice is worried, but he doesn’t argues with him. Nervousness and anxiety growing inside of him. In less than twenty minutes, the one with horns got Henchman and Stickler to get everything ready. Both demons were slightly shocked by the request – especially because for the past three hundred years they were lied to about Satan’s heart – and a little worried he could regret that later, but they can’t argue back with their boss. Lucifer was also ready for what was coming next. The king of hell is extremely annoyed tho, because he wanted to stay on his own bed on his own chambers, - last time he ripped his heart out in there and everything went ‘fine’, so he didn’t see a problem in doing it there again – but all of them, Henchman, Stickler and King Dice were VERY adamant that it should be done in a proper place, so they convince him to go to the underworld’s medical area. The situation demanded delicacy after all. Satan tho was inexorable when Stickler suggested to gather the best demon doctors from the underworld to do it. He refused it. And there was no way to change his mind. Less people knew about it, the better for him according to his own words. So the task was on the green and purple demon’s hands. That alone made Dice REALLY nervous. Not that he didn’t trust the duo capacity – especially after Lucifer said that they patched him up multiple times in the past, so they knew his demonic body better than anyone – but he couldn’t help but to wonder if something goes wrong.
“Alright, boss. We've got everything prepared. Just let us know when you're ready to proceed.” Henchman tells him once everything is ready.
“And don't worry, we'll take every precaution to ensure a safe and smooth procedure.” Stickler adds to the words of the chubby demon.
Both demons – and King Dice as well since he refused to leave the horned one’s side – were in full medical clothes, Gloves, medical cap, full set. Ready to go on.
The musician holds his lover’s hand and squeezes it tight, his concern evident on his face.
“Hey, relax, okay?” The Devil tells him, reassuring the die that all was going to be fine “Even if something goes wrong, it’s not like I’m gonna die or something. I got this, don’t worry.”
That... doesn’t calms the younger one much. But he nods. He had to trust things were going to go just fine. He moves his medical mask down a bit and kisses The Devil one last time before the following actions that would probably change everything.
“I love you.” King Dice whisper against his lips for only Old Scratch to hear.
“I know.” The older one replies, on the same tone as him “I’ll love you too.”
That got the die weak in the legs.
After that, The Devil lays down in the surgical bed the demons got ready for him. Dice was literally biting his nails, too worried.
“We gonna give you the anesthesia now, boss. When you wake up, everything will be done already.” Stickler informs with the dose of the drug already prepared, ready to inject it on the furry creature’s body “Once the operation is done, we will wake you up to make sure everything is okay and your breathing normally. Then you can sleep again. You will be very disoriented and sleepy.”
“Everything is gonna be fine boss. It's gonna be quick and easy.” Henchman gives him a thumbs up after he finishes putting on surgical gloves on his hands.
The fallen angel nods, ready to continue. Well, at least he was going to restore the lost sleep from the last week. Stickler gives him the anesthesia, which is incredibly quick and knocks down The Devil in just a few seconds. That should be REALLY strong to have such effect on him like that. Once they make sure he was completely out, they were definitely ready to begin.
“Let’s start the procedure.” Stickler says, making sure that his glasse were on place before anything else.
Henchman and Stickler work with precision and expertise, - different from what others could think, both were indeed very prepared, instructed and with experience on that kind of thing. Especially when it came to be about their boss – carefully opening The Devil's chest to access the cavity where his heart once resided. They handle the delicate task as careful as they could possibly be, making sure to minimize any potential discomfort or pain afterwards. The room is filled with focused silence as they work, the only sounds being the occasional whispered instructions and the soft clinking of surgical tools.
Dice stands by, unable to tear his gaze away from The Devil's still form on the operating table. He looked at his face only. Searching for any indication that he could be in pain or in any kind of distress. But he seemed to be extremely peaceful while under the effects of the anesthesia. The die tried hard to not look at what the demons were doing tho. He had seen lots, LOTS of things that could easily traumatize or get someone disturbed. He was not easily one to be troubled by those kind of sights, but he knew that if he took a glimpse of what was happening, he would freak out because of nervousness. The weight of the moment hangs heavy in the air. The musician tho averts his gaze from his lover’s direction as the strong light of the heart fills the room when the locker it was inside is open again. That was the moment of truth. After what feels like an eternity, Henchman carefully places The Devil's heart back into its rightful place. After making sure everything is properly aligned and stitched back in place, with gentle precision, they sew him closed seamlessly. It is done. Finally.
The room is filled with a collective exhale of relief from the three beings that were awake in there. Stickler prepares another shot, quickly applying it on Old Scratch’s. Just as fast as the anesthesia knocked the fallen angel’s consciousness away, whatever the Hell’s auditor gave Satan now woke him up in no time. The creature with dark fur groaned as if he had been awaken from a very deep and needed slumber, - technically, he was – but he couldn’t properly open his eyes. He did it briefly and only opened them half way before closing them again. King Dice almost runs to his side, holding his hand with both of his. The die’s hands were shaking.
“Boss, your heart is back.” Henchman tells him as delicately as he could, trying to make sure that the other was listening to him.
“...Hum...” The Devil groans again. Sounding weak and tired.
“Sir, you need to breath in.” Stickler says “Come on, slowly. In and out. Are you listening?”
“...Uh-hum...” The older of all of them confirms that he was listening, he was just too sleepy to open his eyes, but he was listening. His body felt extremely heavy and the voices were distant. He couldn’t pinpoint from where the voices came from, just that they were close to him. But he was aware enough to understand and to know that he should follow the instructions. He inhales as deep as he can throught his nose and emptied his lungs also letting the air out throught his nose. Breathing felt difficult. As if the air was so heavy that he couldn’t do it properly without a bit of effort. But he was being able to go throught it.
“You are doing great, my love.” Dice says, and he can’t help but to caress the king of hell’s face and cover him with a few kisses “You did it.”
The Devil’s breathing was more normalized now after a few minutes. And checking on him again, he had fallen asleep again.
“He'll need time to recover, with proper rest and care, he’ll be back on his feet in no time.” Stickler says “He’s The Devil after all. His healing factor is extremely quick. But he should remain here for now. Just to make sure everything is fine.”
Dice nods. Observing his lover’s chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he breaths. Gently, as delicate as the die could to not cause any harm, he touches Satan’s chest lightly with just his finger tips and he feels it: Heartbeats.
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By the end of the evening, the fallen angel slowly opens his eyes. King Dice, who was sitting by his side the entire time, holding his hand, gets anxious when he sees the red eyes opening. The casino’s manager immediately leans in closer, his grip on his lover's hand tightening ever so slightly.
“You're awake. How are you feeling?” The younger one asks the moment the other is conscious.
Satan blinks a few times, adjusting his sight. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Old Scratch immediately tries to sit up, but Dice does not allows that to happen. Gently pushing the older one back onto the bed, concern evident in his eyes.
“Boss, take it easy. You need to rest and let your body recover.” He says.
When The Devil moves, he hisses in pain a little. He moved too fast and without being careful. That shit hurts. He was feeling really thirsty and dizzy. Dice sees it. Noticing his discomfort, the die quickly reaches for a glass of water nearby. He helps the one with horns to drink it.
“Take small sips. It will help.” Dice warns.
The Devil, gratefully accepts the water, taking small sips as instructed. He sighs in relief as the cold liquid soothes his dry throat. He was still a bit high from the anesthesia. Dice could tell it by his slightly dazed state, recognizing the lingering effects of the drug. Once the older one stops drinking, the die puts the glass of water back where it was.
“Dice...” Old Scratch’s voice was EXTREMELY hoarse. If the die thought his voice was awful that morning, Satan’s was even worse.
He immediately turns his attention to his lover.
“Yes, Boss? What do you need?”
The Devil's expression softens as he reaches out to hold Dice's hand. Smiling gently at him.
“I love you.”
Dice's eyes widen, almost jumping out of his face at The Devil's words. An overwhelming happiness growns instantly inside of him. Along with surprise for how quick the older one was to say that.
“You... you love me?” The die whispers.
The Devil nods, his smile widening.
“I do... Holy shit, I do...” He laughs a little but hisses in pain again, cutting his own laugh “It's so weird... to feel again... this warmth in the chest...”
Dice's eyes fill with tears of joy as he witnesses The Devil experiencing the resurgence of his long lost emotion.
“Boss... I'm so happy to hear you finally say that. It means everything to me.” The younger man tries hard to not let the tears that were in the corner of his eyes leave them from how happy he was feeling. He could explode of happiness right now. He gently squeezes Lucifer's hand.
“I love you, boss.”
The king of hell, smiles again, a gentle and low purr can be heard coming from him as King Dice covers every single centimeter of his face in kisses.
“I love you too, Dice.”
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Next day, The Devil was already up on his feet. Dice couldn't be more thankful for his amazing healing factor. It's been just a day, and since they had to work in the casino, they didn't interact much. But during their short interactions during that day, Dice could already see the clear change on Lucifer's actions towards him. He wasn’t just pretending nor acting nor simulating to like the die. The emotion was there for real. It’s present. And very alive and strong. His eyes were filled with a newfound warmth and glow, practically shining when the manager entered his sight field, his touch more tender, and his words laced with genuine affection. The last barrier that prevented him to have real feelings towards his right hand man was gone. The musician doesn’t remember ever feeling so happy like that before. The love he was receiving from his lover was beyond what he had ever imagined. Dice couldn't help but steal glances at The Devil, a smile playing on his lips everytime they were in the same space in the casino during work. And the fallen angel himself was doing the same, his red eyes always finding their way in the musician’s direction every chance he gets. King Dice in the end got what he wanted. He got the Devil's heart. And for a moment, he literally held it on his hands. Dice was now feeling complete. That emptiness inside of him was gone. And he didn't even experienced kissing his lover with all these new feelings yet. Making love to him then? Oh boy, it was gonna be especatular!
Dice's heart was brimming with joy and contentment. The knowledge that his boss now reciprocated his love was enough to almost make him melt. As he leaned against the bar at the end of the shift, humming his tune, his thoughts were consumed by what was coming next for him and his new partner. Yes, partner. The Devil actually ASKED King Dice to be his partner, and the die said yes in a heart beat. No pun intended. Again, he was almost jumping on place and making small squeals of excitement.
Waiting five years and a half was worth it in the end.
Five and a half years of patience, perseverance, and much hope had culminated in his current relationship with Satan.
“Hey! Hey!” Wheezy says as he was coming close to the bar “I guess someone got really lucky last night for you to be smiling like that!”
Dice looks up, his wide smile remains on his face. And it was not going way so soon.
“Wheezy, my man! You have no idea how happy I am!” He says in a tone of voice that gave away even more how delighted he was feeling “It's like a dream come true, the boss, he... he loves me back. Can you believe it?”
“Wait, whaaaaaaaaaat??? What do you mean??” He sits by the bar counter, awaiting for his explanation. Call him an old lady that likes hearing to gossip if you want, but the truth is he DOES ENJOY hearing the gossip. Hoping it wasn’t just Dice being delusional... again.
The musician clear his throat and tells what happened. Of course, he leaves a few details that should stay just between him and The Devil off from the conversation, but he tells the man what happened for him to be happy as a clam.
The cigar man’s jaw was almost hitting the casino’s floor.
“No fucking way... Goddamn! You actually got the boss to fall for you?! Holy fuck, you are one charming bastard indeed! Can you use that charm of yours to convince him to raise my paycheck too?”
Dice chuckles at Wheezy's reaction, observing that the man seemed to also be a bit more... light than he usually was.
“You get a raise if you stop fucking in your work place.” King Dice says, laughing as the man gives him the middle finger “Hey, Wheezy, you seem unusually relaxed. Did something happen with you and Chips too?” The die questions him.
The man rubs the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding the performer who made him that question.
“Yeah, things are good. Very good, in fact... I think he just moved himself in to my place.” He tells the musician.
Dice is a bit surprised by that. He wasn’t expecting things to get that serious between those two.
“What do you mean by ‘he moved himself in’?” The die asks “And you ‘think’? Man, shouldn’t you KNOW for SURE if someone moves into your place?”
“I dont know how that happened! We just went there together for a night, and it happened again a couple times more, and now he is there all the time!” Wheezy says, seeming to be confused about his own situation “When I noticed, his things started to appear on my place as well, man!”
The manager laughs, finding the situation amusing.
“Well, sometimes those things just happen, Wheezy.” He says “As long as you two are not fucking again in the casino on work time, all good!”
“Uh... about that... Well, I kinda...”
In this moment, Chips comes out of the backroom, disheveled clothes and all, trying to align them on place. A big smile on his face, but it disappears when he sees that there was still people in the casino. In this case, Wheezy and Dice. His face goes tomato red.
“O-Oh...! H-hi... you guys still here...? Ha, ha... well that's... a bit embarrasing...”
“Well, well, well, look who we have here! Chips, my friend, you seem to be in quite a flustered state. What were you and Wheezy up to back there as if I couldn’t tell by the look of you?” The die provokes the casino employee.
“Let's just say, we were having some fun of our own.” Wheezy tells, entering the provocation just to see his current partner get even more embarassed.
Chips is totally mortified. He didn't expect Wheezy to say that. Not in front of Dice. Althought he already knew that Dice was aware of their thing after that fateful event in the storage so many months ago.
“Hey, don’t be like that! Come on, sit down and enjoy a drink with us!” Dice says as he grabs glasses for himself and the other two man, he was in a too good mood because of his own situation “This day is especial and we all deserve a drink!”
Chips raises an eyebrow, and even tho he is unsure, he approaches the bar and takes a seat. The die being all friendly and happy was... weird.
“Dice boss, you are even more scary when you are all happy and in a good humor than when you are grumpy and giving orders to everyone.” The man says “Did you and the big boss got in the same page for you to be so happy like this?”
King Dice who was pouring drinks to all of them stops and looks at Chips. Wheezy told Chips about his thing with The Devil? Damn what a rag tongue he was! He turns his gaze to the cigar man, who looked at Chips as if he was going to squeeze his neck. Clearly the cowboy guy wasn’t supposed to say that in front of Dice.
“Wheezy, you really know how to keep a secret, don't you?” Dice complains, being very sarcastic “Good thing I can always count on your discrecy I see!”
“He, he... ahn... oops?” Wheezy says “But hey, don’t worry! It’s not like anyone else knows!”
“And it’s better if it stays like this.” The die warns, his tone turning more menacing, and his expression. that was happy turned serious and dark. His green eyes even seem to get brighter “Or else I’ll just have to make sure to sew your mouths shut for good. Undertood?”
The threat was crystal clear. The couple dry swallows and nod. They got the message.
“Perfect then!” In a second the murderous aura vanished and he was back to his previous mood. It was a bit disturbing thing to witness how the die could change like that in a snap of fingers “Let’s all have a drink and enjoy a little, right?”
“You are having a get together in MY casino after hours and didn't invite me? I'm hurt right now...”
They all look to the direction from where The Devil’s voice came. Oh boy... how long has he been there? Did he hear the conversation? Although he and Dice were fine now, Dice wasn’t sure if he wanted their relationship to be public just yet. So better safe than sorry.
“Oh! Hey there, boss!” King Dice pretended they were just boss and employee in front of the other two, even tho they knew the truth already “Didn't think you'd be interested in our little gathering before closing up. It's just a casual talk. But if you want to join us...”
“Well, it's my casino after all. I'm joining.” He sits at the bar with them “What's the subject of the conversation?”
The three of them exchange a quick glace. What should they say? Dice thinks for a second, he was gonna be an asshole for doing that? Most likely. But it was the quickiest excuse that he could think right now.
“Wheezy and Chips are together now.” The die quickly says, the couple looks at him as he had commited the worse crime ever.
Satan laughs.
“Yeah, right... good one, Dice!” He laughs a little more “No offense, King, but you need to step up on your jokes. These two have zero skills in dating, and even less chances of being together. No offense on that, boys.”
“HEY!” Both Chips and Wheezy exclaim, in fact very offended that the older one thought they were unable to have any kind of relationship together in the romantic departament.
The Devil stares at them. He was going to make another provocation, but then he sees that it was serious in fact. His mocking smile vanishes, replaced by surprise.
“Really? You two? Wow... Gonna need a drink after that... Dice, a round of bjorn for everyone here, will ya?” The fallen angel asks, not wanting to think about those two actually dating.
“Sure thing, boss! Coming right up!” Dice quickly prepares the drinks and serves them to The Devil, Wheezy, Chips and for himself “Here you go, one round of bjorn for everyone. Cheers!”
They all raise their glasses and take a sip, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed. They spend a good time at the bar until they definitely need to close up the casino for that night.
Later, at The Devil's chambers, Dice and Lucifer were passionately making out on the bed. And Dice was right... kissing felt totally different now. Old Scratch seemed fully present now. And not just showing empty affection. If those kisses could talk... they’d tell how much love the older one had for his right hand man now that he was able to show it. As they continued their passionate embrace, their connection grew deeper and more intense. With all of that it was more than clear to the die – not that it wasn’t before – that The Devil's love for him was real.
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Everytime the fallen angel thrusted into King Dice, making him moan loud and shiver, the die could feel all of his love was being poured into their actions. The hands running over his body with desire, caressing and squeezing him. Every kiss, touch, and declaration of love – those words were never present before during their moments of intimacy – made him feel extremely loved, the happiest and luckiest man to ever exist. He couldn’t help but to wrap his legs around his lover’s waist as they reached their limit together and the older one held him tight on his arms. And after they were done, they made love again. The Devil lets Dice claim his body again. This time, the one with horns didn’t hold back his sounds, allowing them to be heard by the die as he rode him passionately.
Once they had their second orgasm, they were laying together, Satan on top of his lover, now boyfriend, purring loud and satisfied while the musician caressed The Devil’s back and kissed his face from time to time.
“Dice?”
“Yes, love?”
“I love you. And I'll say it for the rest of the eternity.” Lucifer tells him, a smile on his lips “And just to let you know, I also love when you call me ‘love’.”
The musician can’t even start to explain how that made him feel.
“I love you too, Devil.” He reciprocates “I'll never tire of hearing those words from you.”
They hold each other, basking in the afterglow of their intense love making, warmth and affection. They remain in silence for some long minutes.
“Dice... Love...” The king of hell calls his attention again, his tail was slowly moving from one side to the other “Thank you. For not giving up on me, and for making me feel love again. I'm sorry for all the times that I rejected you and sent you away. I was a jerk to you.”
“It's alright, Devil. I understand now that it wasn't because you didn't care.” The die says, reassurring his partner that everything was fine, and that he didn’t hold it against him “What matters is that we are together now, and we love each other. This is the most important thing.”
As they keep embracing together, they whisper lots of sweet nothings to each other. After so many time not feeling a single drop of love The Devil had forgoten how it felt to be in someone’s arms, how it was to feel loved and to love back. And that was honestly the best feeling he ever had in a long time. Many months ago he mentioned to the manager that he hadn’t felt that spark on his life anymore for quite a while. Now, in the arms of the one he loved, he not only found that spark again, but it had ignited into a strong and burning flame. And it burned bright as never before. As for King Dice, the past five and a half years of working hard, trying to get his boss attention, his affection, his love... all was worth it now that he had Satan himself on his arms right now after they had intimacy for hours long. The die althought everything, shared the feeling of not having a spark of joy in his life. His best part of the day was when he saw his boss. And that was it. His efforts were not in vain at the end. Now, he had everything he could have ever wished for. He was complete with the love of his life. Happier than ever. And honestly, from there forward, things were only going to get better to both of them.