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We've All Been Dead For Years - Mammon/Asmodeus - SFWish

Title: We’ve All Been Dead For Years

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Mammon/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Mammon, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1319

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus Mention, Fizzarolli Mention, Medical, Surgery, Drugs, Drug Use, Medical Drug Use, Mammon is loopy as shit, This might be some kind of tooth removal

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Did he really expect that to work?

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Requests are still open, and I’m really enjoying working on these. They will likely be posted out of order as I finish them because some of them are longer than others, it depends where the muse takes me. I’ve been having a lot of fun working on them, though, these are a lot of fun. Getting outside input is always fun!

My friend Sol edited this for me, and I owe the lack of typos to them! Their help was greatly appreciated and I’m so happy to be able to post this today!

SMALL NOTE: Since I like the royalty all being some level of avian/flying thing, Mammon’s design is based on a mixture between the Moluccan Cockatoo and a Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo. His design will be done by my husband eventually, and if he allows me to, I might include it in a fic if people want to see it. If not I can link to wherever he posts it in a fic.

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We’ve All Been Dead For Years

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“You’re so… So damn purdy.” Mammon cooed, reaching up with one clawed hand. Ozzie blinked down at him, his head tilting slightly as he watched the other waving his arm stiffly. At least something was stiff because, for the most part, the other sin was a limp noodle. Usually, he didn’t talk like that, either, and it was oddly amusing watching him swipe at the air with his tongue poking out from between his lips. For a second, he almost looked like Fizzarolli, except his tongue was thick and rounded instead of thin and forked.

“Yeah?” Ozzie couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head, “How high are you?”

“How high do you wan’ me t’be?” The elder Sin grinned, nuzzling his cheek into Ozzie’s chest. His arm finally fell back against his own chest and stomach and he whined, “Oooooooooow…”

“...That hurt, Baby?” Ozzie asked absently as he carried the other towards his room. When Mammon had asked him to look after him the night of his ‘minor surgery,’ Ozzie hadn’t thought much of it. But this? This was comedic gold. Too bad that Fizzarolli had had to work that night. They were both at a bit of a loss without one another, but Ozzie would survive in the other King’s company. Whether Fizzarolli could survive without him was a question he didn’t want to think about.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwhat?” Green eyes were wide as the smaller Sin took in Ozzie’s face, his lips parted and eyes wide in awe. Really, this gargantuan, beautiful creature was very rapidly turning his brain to mush, as if it wasn’t already. Arguably, it was probably pretty close. Ozzie didn’t even know what Mammon had had done, just that he’d had to be put out for it.

I’m sensitive to anesthesia and pain meds, so I need you to make sure I don’t choke to death on my own tongue.

Apparently, he just wanted to have the excuse to shamelessly gawk at him. It wasn’t like Asmodeus really minded, though, humming a little as he took the three steps to the first landing, then the three that would take him to his room. The song in question rumbled through his chest, and Mammon flattened himself against the other’s body, purring loudly despite how stunted it sounded. He really must have been out of it.

His wings rustled behind him, one on either side of the arm pillowing his back, wrapped around his own shoulders. Tail snapping near the other’s knees, Mammon thought for a few seconds before trying to reach up again. This time, he drug his claws over the King of Lust’s neck, collar bone, and finally down his shirt, tearing it some.

“Hey!” Asmodeus snapped, narrowing his eyes with a firm frown, “Don’t do that.”

But Mammon didn’t seem to have anything else on his mind at the moment, but when he opened his mouth next, what came out didn’t fit the conversation, if it could be called one.

“Do you have a name?” He asked distractedly, his fingers curling more into the already ruined silk shirt he’d decided to shred to ribbons, “Or can I call you mine?”

Ozzie just about choked on his laughter, a squawk leaving him that had the other’s crest lifting, the black giving way to green feathers beneath it. Whatever that sound was seemed like it was meant to join Ozzie’s cry of amusement, but all it did was confuse him.

“I… Baby, do you even know your name?” He finally asked as he entered his bedroom, pausing for a moment as he glanced between his bed and the doorway at the far right of his room. In that smaller room, notably where he kept all of his sex toys and the RoboFizzes that he owned, was a staircase that lead up to a bedroom made for the larger demons that stayed with him on occasion. He considered, for a moment, that Mammon might trip and snap his neck if he put him up there by himself.

“Uhhhh, yeah,” Mammon scoffed, rolling his glowing eyes, “It’s mine.”

Well, that didn’t sound entirely wrong, but Ozzie didn’t believe him.

“Then what’s your name?”

“...Baby?” Well, it was no wonder he might think that. It wasn’t like Ozzie had been calling him anything else.

“Nope, try again.”

“Uhhhhhhhhh…” Furrowing his brow as he was brought to Ozzie’s canopy bed, he yelped only when Ozzie nearly crushed him into the mattress to lay them both down. Caging Mammon in, he purred softly, gentle clucks leaving him in hopes that the other would calm down before he freaked out. After all, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a panicked King of Hell.

“Nope, it’s not ‘Uhhhhhhhhh.’ Do you need a hint?” Ozzie asked finally, settling down half on top of the other Sin, petting his feathers back down as he regarded him with a softer look in his eyes. Once they were smoothed out, he pulled the other into his chest and purred for him, clucking in soft, slow intervals.

“Naaaaaah, I got this.” Mammon nodded in a way that he thought was emphatic, but Ozzie would have told you it was lethargic at best. Belphegor would have been proud if he could have seen the slothful exhibition before him right now, “Mommy.”

Another squawk of a laugh had Ozzie finally just letting it happen, a deep rumble of joy in his chest.

“Nah, you always got mad at me for calling you Mammy when we were younger, you know. Kept saying ‘I’m not your mom.’” Finally, he took pity on him, pressing his beak to the other’s forehead, “Shh, it’s Mammon.”

“So I can call you Mammon.”

“...I don’t think that’s how that line’s supposed to go.” But Ozzie was amused, at least. Usually, Fizzarolli was his silly little guy, but just this once he’d let Mammon steal the spotlight. After all, it was about time that Ozzie let him have an inch, and he was too high right now to run with it further than a few feet. Nuzzling his face against the other’s neck, he nipped at the skin there gently, “But sure. Tonight, I’ll be yours. Tomorrow morning you have to share me again.”

“Share…?” Brows furrowing, the elder Sin finally just closed his eyes and sighed when Ozzie didn’t seem willing to elaborate. It took him several minutes to speak again, and when he did, his eyes popped open wide. Ozzie had started to drift in and out of a light sleep, only to lift his head again when the other suddenly spoke, “So… Do you have a name?”

Stifling another laugh behind his hand, Ozzie nodded, cradling Mammon tighter against his chest so he didn’t see the way Ozzie’s face was moving. It definitely looked mocking, he was sure, because he couldn’t help himself. If only he had a camera handy.

“Just call me Ozzie, Baby.”

“Gotcha, Ozzie Baby,” Mammon replied coolly, happy to allow himself to be practically nested against the larger demon. If only he knew just how typical that was of him to call the younger Sin that… In fact, Ozzie was willing to bet that was why he’d started calling Fizzarolli Olli Baby. It just was just a term of endearment to him that it had been more than natural.

“Can you just try and nap for me?” While he’d meant to sound exasperated, his tone belied the clear joy he was getting from all of this, “I’ll lay with you, we can just try and rest this off.”

“Mmmhm…” It took less than a minute of a perfectly pitched purr and humming on Ozzie’s part before Mammon fell into a dreamy sleep, Ozzie filling his waking and sleeping mind just the same. That wasn’t unusual, not really, but he didn’t usually have these dreams with the man himself right there.

Maybe he needed to remedy that.

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AN: This one was a lot of fun, actually. It’s based on a list of bad pick-up lines, and I couldn’t get over how much fun this one sounded like it would be. Turns out I was right, too! Ended up being a lot of fun, and I would love to take more of these.

Prompt: Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust: “Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?”

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