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— MY PRETTY BLUE LIPS BEGGING

[ It's been over two months since his arrival in Duplicity. Only two months, leaving Belial with enough time to start a number of casual flings, feigning blissful freedom as his mind runs with a number of concerns -- all of which lead to his absence bringing more trouble for Lucilius. More than he original intended for, considering he's been masterfully poking holes into a two thousand year old plan. Even if time seems to be irrelevant, as mortals appear from his world, the separation brings an aching to his chest that Belial can perfectly describe as a sharp, burning pain. Not unlike having a fire-enhanced blade dig into the middle of his rib cage and straight through his chest. However, to everyone around him, he seems perfectly content in a world where they're encouraged to delve into fantasies most would quickly turn away from in disgust.

It's a paradise to some. Hell to others. For the fallen angel it's a mixture of both, void of any favoritism or preference due to the fact that he simply doesn't find true enjoyment in these rendezvous despite his behavior. All he has to say is a few pretty words and put on an act; displaying enjoyment isn't difficult, he can flash a practiced smile without any hesitation and throw his body into pleasure that he's practically became numbed to.

He holds no interest in creating a contract, but knows that in order to perfectly adjust he'll need to compromise with someone. A three-month signing could be entertaining -- and who knows, maybe the person the city assigns him might even be kind enough to allow Belial into his home. He would at least prefer that over the Down. But he'd at least want to call someone his Dominant without having to force himself not to laugh; strict and aloof, preferably, someone who'll make him want and want and want until his body is just mere moments away from exploding with the euphoric desire. And somehow that's incredibly difficult within this city of those who are just prude enough to act as if they don't know their way when riding a dick.

But that hardly matters any now that he's here. In the Up, conveniently after he shortly met with someone who was looking for some fun, lips pressed together into a line with disinterest as he looks over the contract and the officials once. Bored, he leans back in his chair after the paperwork has finished and is instructed to meet his Dominant for the first time in-person (he had the the opportunity to look through some pictures; lucky he's got someone who's at least decent looking). The sound of his shoes against marble, lights hanging elegantly above their heads, his first meeting with Ryo is more or less a little too romantic.

Which means it's time to fuck everything up right off the bat by saying something stupid! ]

Ah~ I got a quick look at you earlier but I never knew that my Dominant was so tiny, I'm almost a little scared that I might end being the one breaking you in.

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[ The past couple of months have been frustrating, to say the least; he'd been pulled across dimensions and dropped into a completely unfamiliar world almost immediately after recovering his memories and he isn't happy about being removed from the board right as he was approaching his endgame for humanity. Have they destroyed themselves already in his absence, or has society managed to avoid total nuclear annihilation for now? Ideally, it's the latter, because he wants to watch its downfall with his own two eyes and be present for the fight against God. And more importantly, is Akira alive and well? Amon's strength should keep him alive through the apocalypse, but uncertainty still tugs at the fringes of his mind. He should be there with him so they can enter the new world together.

But the time spent here has been interesting in some ways, too. While Ryo holds no fondness for humanity (with the notable exception of one particularly dumb and horny human) he is still an anthropologist with a PhD to show for it and the components that make up this society built around hedonism and a class divide are fascinating in a lot of ways. The novelty might've worn off by now, but every so often he finds himself watching people with detached interest, pondering their behavior and how they choose to participate in these institutions. Some otherworlders are quick to start acting on their darker impulses, only needing a little encouragement. Others are more stubborn, only doing what's expected of them because there's little choice in a society with rigid expectations.

Ryo, for his part, has been more stubborn than most. He'd rather delve into intellectual pursuits than do the dirty with somebody; he's never been particularly interested in sex and that sure wasn't going to change now. The prospect of forming a contract with a Submissive doesn't interest him either so he goes without one until the authorities decide to take matters into their own hands, informing him that they will assign him one. He initially intends to ignore whoever he's assigned to and refuse to engage with them, but then reconsiders. Having a Submissive around could be useful, and people would stop bothering him with their incessant questions on why he isn't courting a Sub.

And that's why he's at the Up courthouse today, to meet with with whoever the government decided to pick for him. He only spares Belial a brief, assessing glance as he moves to sit down in one of the leather armchairs, crossing his legs at the ankles as he starts to look through the contract written up for them. It's probably just one of the standard ones, but Ryo is thorough and will sift through the legalese to make sure there are no nasty surprises. ]

Not interested. [ He replies coolly, not even bothering to look up at him. ]

[ He's not unfamiliar with his faux advances being swiftly deflected. But the curt way Ryo responds immediately prods at his interests; quirking a brow, curious of the confidence that radiates off of him despite his delicate frame, Belial's lips curl up into a grin before they part with a small chuckle. Low and brief, a clear indication of his amusement.

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other as he props his elbow up on the arm rest. ]

Okay~ So you're looking for someone to be well-behaved while you keep your innocence secured? I can get down with that.

[ Hm, the contract seems decent enough. He is to provide for his Submissive, let him live with him in the Up, and from the looks of it there is no obligation of sexual activity between the two of them (though it's certainly encouraged). There's a section about the Dominant accepting responsibility for any fines or fees the Submissive's behavior may incur, which Ryo doesn't particularly like but there probably isn't much room for amending it when they're socially expected to keep their Submissive in line. Bad behavior reflects poorly on the Dominant, after all.

At least the contract allows him to punish him, should it be necessary. Within reason, it says, but the legalese is purposely vague.

Ryo looks up after a moment and regards him quietly, piercing blue eyes peering from beneath the fall of perfectly trimmed bangs. He doesn't say anything right away, simply looking at him as if contemplating something.

According to the paperwork, the person in front of him is named Belial, of all things. That's not a name Ryo expected to see. Maybe it's not associated with the devil and apostasy and is a completely ordinary name where he's from, but he can't shake the vague but nagging feeling that there's more to him than meets the eye. Who exactly is this man? ]

Well-behaved and useful. [ That last part about his innocence goes ignored—if this man is trying to goad him into reacting, then he won't play the game at all. That should hopefully get him to stop once he realizes he won't get what he wants, unless he's the type to take the lack of response as tacit permission to keep being annoying. ]

If you're going to live with me, I expect you to earn your keep.

[ And Belial has read over his own responsibilities as a Submissive. It's familiar to him -- necessary, even, to keep him in check -- and he doesn't seem to have a single complaint despite his body being treated as a mere object more so than it is anything else.

It's almost humorous, actually, of just how dehumanizing this dynamic is, and still there were plenty of humans willing to jump into the situation without so much as a care in the world; Belial holds his complaints of the limiting freedom he has, if only because he knows himself well enough. When the time comes he knows Ryo will have to thoroughly punish him for his behavior and misconduct, and when that day arrives he hopes that it'll be in the form of bites and bruises; teeth hot across skin and pale skin peppered with purple, blossoming as a reminder.

All just so he can turn around and do it again, in any attempt to sate his boredom.

But that is all hopeful thinking. ]

Mm, I might need a little house training, Master~ [ -- Of course he's going to keep being annoying. He sees how his words earn a response, listens to every dip and rise of the other man's voice, and analyzes his behavior down to begin familiarizing himself. Slowly beginning to learn every tick that may possibly set the other off through lax movements and a cunning smile. ] So you'll be putting me to work right from the start? You're giving me so little prep! But I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't used to this sort of stuff so... okay~ But you can't use me up until I'm drained unless you've signed the paper.

[ Ryo takes a silent breath through his nose. He's known this guy for less than ten minutes and his impression of him is already negative. Honestly, he should just refuse to sign the paper and ask if he can have literally anyone else as his Submissive. But that feeling refuses to leave him, and he wants answers to the mystery presented to him.

He's lived for literal eons. He can endure three months of being contracted to this nuisance, surely. Worse comes to worst, he'll take advantage of being able to punish him and start thinking about what the most effective type of punishment for someone like Belial would be. Should he hold his head under water until he's on the verge of passing out, or would it be better to subject him to mind-numbingly boring tasks?

Maybe he'll make him memorize the Bible. ]

"Asuka" is preferred. [ It's said after a beat of silence too long, his voice neutral and level. Irritation prickles under his skin every time Belial opens his mouth, but he refuses to let it show. ] Refrain from using nicknames.

[ This is him preemptively nipping things like Assuka in the bud because he would not put it past a crass man like Belial to think of that one. He's a celebrity with nearly a hundred million followers on Twitter; he's seen that particular nickname come up on social media all the time by adoring fangirls who dream of their untouchable perfect crush dicking them down, unaware that he has literally no interest in women. ]

I assume you've read everything and don't want to make any changes, then.

[ Ryo gives the last two paragraphs in the contract one last once-over just to be on the safe side before uncrossing his legs and setting the papers down on the mahogany coffee table between them. He picks up a nearby pen from its holder and signs his name with quick, neat strokes before pushing the contract and the pen across the table. ]

[ Bold of him to assume that Belial doesn't already have some form of the Bible in GBF memorized. ]

Asuka. [ He's reviewed it in their contract, but hearing the other's name is entirely different. Ryo's voice is surprisingly delicate when it wants to be, but holds no restraints in expressing his authority through quick words and a cold tone. ] Well that's not a name that's entirely easy to make all cutesy, y'know... [ Belial almost sighs. Had he the power to read minds he'd feel almost insulted that Ryo would even come up with the idea that he'd stoop that low. ]

That's why you should put in more consideration into me calling you Master. [ It's cute!! Listen! But there's nothing encouraging about Belial's tone -- in fact, he almost sounds bored. A half-hearted suggestion that leads to quick quirk of his brow the moment Ryo finally reaches across the table with slender fingers.

Belial takes in this image of Ryo signing the contract as a moment of opportunity; taking more of him in, analyzing the way he moves, how his lashes frame his eyes, how every strand of hair on his head goes without splitting -- is he meant to be a perfect human being?

Curiosity swells up in his chest, but he at least manages to pay enough attention to answer with a quick: ] Of course. [ His expression brightens immediately, lips curling in to a smile. ] I honestly think we're going to make a fine pair, Master! I'm beginner friendly, too, so you won't need to be careful when breaking me in at home.

[ Ryo sighs internally when Belial calls him Master, a faint, almost imperceptible crease forming between his eyebrows. He considers correcting him right away, to tell him to use his name, but after turning it over in his head for a couple of seconds he decides that he can tolerate it. It's not a crass or cutesy version of his name, and it does reinforce the dynamic established between them; it shows who is in charge here and if it helps him keep up the appearance that he's started conforming to society's rules, he supposes he'll let it slide. ]

Just so we're clear, there will be no sexual activity between us. I have better things to do with my time. [ Like poring over thick books, staying up all night experimenting with complex formulas in the laboratory, or taking a crack at hacking into the city's security systems. Sex might elicit a sweet rush of dopamine and other chemicals, but so does eating chocolate, and he'd sooner choose the activity that doesn't result in having to clean up bodily fluids and tossing sheets in the washing machine.

Straightening his posture, he folds his hands in his lap, thumb idly stroking along the curvature of his wrist. The crease between his brows is still there, but otherwise his expression remains neutral as he regards Belial, looking at him like he's a puzzle that needs to be solved. ]

Sign your name below mine so we can leave.

Oh, you're being serious. [ Belial hums out, a sing-song like tone that has him canting from one side to the next -- as if he were contemplating everything that is set up before him. A sophisticated Dominant who is obviously wishes to ignore this world's social norms, who wants nothing more than to keep the relationship at a shallow point for the sake of simplicity, he assumes. Perhaps he has a lover or truly has no interest in sex, either way Belial will come to know in due time. ] Okay~ I'll keep my hands to myself. But, for the record, punishment doesn't have to be sexual.

[ At least not for both of them, he doesn't add.

The people surrounding them feel neither surprised nor displeased by their banter; observing their relationship afar and in silence, awaiting for the paperwork to be completed by both. Belial reaches over to pick up a pen, resting the side of his hand against mahogany before writing his name down with grace -- Ryo may even be surprised to see that he has great penmanship.

Leaning back in his chair, dropping the pen against the table, he catches a glimpse of the blonde in the corner of his eye with a smile. ]

Done. Can I earn some praise now, Asuka?

[ Once Belial leans back, Ryo reaches across the table to gather the papers into a neat little pile, careful not to crease it, giving the new signature at the bottom of the page a quick glance as he does so. ]

You're able to spell your name correctly. Well done. [ It's said in the driest tone imaginable, the line of his mouth dipping slightly in a frown. ] Do you want a gold star for that?

[ He quickly slips the papers into a black folder he'd brought along—he's a very thorough person and knows the importance of keeping legal documents safe and organized—before tucking it under his arm and standing up. He takes a brief moment to adjust his pristine white coat before heading for the door with light, almost soundless steps. Better follow him unless you want to be left behind, Belial. ]

Don't you think you're being a little too harsh? [ He may look like just a simple hoe... but he's a smart one! Ryo is really going to try oppressing bimbo passing people, huh -- not that Belial takes any actual offense to his words, despite his lips finally tugging into a frown. ] I think a kiss is more appropriate. To celebrate us taking a step forward and tying the knot... even it's just temporary.

[ And he knows better than to expect something as intimate as that, which is why he's quick to follow the motions Ryo sets in place. Standing up shortly after he does, throwing the feather boa over his shoulder and following after him not unlike a dog would his owner. Uniformed, if he bothers to look back he may even see that Belial's expression seems neutral at best -- neither happy or upset about the arrangement, and simply following the path set for him.

It's only when they're closer to the door that he advances forward, taking a longer stride, and propping the door open for Ryo. ]

[ Ryo pointedly ignores Belial's suggestion of a kiss, still refusing to acknowledge the stupid things that fall from his mouth. He's starting to get the feeling it won't actually deter the man from saying whatever he wants, but he'd rather keep ignoring his comments than give him any sort of reaction. As he steps through the door, he slants him a brief glance, expression bordering between neutral and vaguely unimpressed. ]

You don't have to do that unless my arms are full. It's unnecessary. [ Really, what is Belial trying to accomplish with meaningless gestures like this one? Surely he can't be trying to impress him. ]

Tell me about yourself instead.

[ It's easy to miss, but there's a note of actual curiosity somewhere in there. ]

I need something to do. [ Belial sighs, promptly following and allowing the door to shut softly behind them. It hardly has anything to do with impressions as much as it is something that the fallen angel has, admittedly, adjusted to thanks to his years of following Lucilius. Mannerisms that he hasn't completely forgotten if only for the sake of the day he finally reunites with his rightful master.

But for the time being he'll continue to practice. ]

Me? Hm. [ His lips tug into a grin, however, as he's impressed that Ryo would bother to want to know anything about a man he's hardly shown any respect for. ] You could call me a fashion designer. Specifically elegant fashion for women and men alike: blouses, dresses, suits... I could tailor you something nice if you're interested.

...I'll consider it. [ He cants his head faintly at that, eyeing the fallen angel with scepticism; he's not particularly inclined to believe that this guy is telling him the truth—and even if he actually is a fashion designer, he's not so sure he'd trust someone who thinks feather boas are en vogue to design something to his tastes. ]

Do you want me to call you Belial, or would you prefer me to use a different name? Just thought I should ask, since it's associated with apostasy and evil in several worlds, including mine.

[ Calling yourself Lucifer or Belial is practically telegraphing that people should be careful around you; it's one reason he keeps using his human name instead of introducing himself as Satan. ]

[ That's such an insult? Belial invented looking like a snack with a feather boa, Ryo should trust his tastes since he'll know what to show off with that twink body. ]

Shouldn't you be picking out a new one if you wanted it? I don't really care, otherwise. [ He then blinks thrice, astonished and yet not very surprised -- though the skydwellers within his world would hear his name and think nothing of it, it appears to be different within this one. Interesting, he can't help but chuckle lightly at the irony of it all.

Apostasy and evil... ]

Belial is just fine. I'm sure you'll agree to that when the time comes you're head-over-heels for me.

Oh, I think it suits you perfectly. [ There's a little curve to his mouth that wasn't there before, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he heads down the stairs leading to the courthouse lobby. It's accompanied by a spark of amusement that stirs behind his eyes, low and subtle. ]

I'm sure it means something else in your world, but in mine the name is derived from the Hebrew word for worthlessness.

[ tfw faasan names you 'worthless' but you love him anyway.

Rain patters like applause against the windows, the distant rumble of thunder heralding an incoming storm—but then it abruptly ends, almost unnaturally so. Ryo doesn't normally use his powers to change the weather to his whims, but he's not particularly in the mood for heading outside in a downpour today. ]

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