"Do you remember me asking if you drink, dear?"

"Yes, of course, why do you"- though he had no time to speak further as Makima placed a beer can in front of him.

The aluminum of it scraped over the hard wooden table, creating a sound that would be ordinarily unpleasant to the ear, but the silent TV in the background was just loud enough to cover it up.

Even in the little light, there (Y/N) could see the tiny droplets of the condensed water and how they reflected the light of the TV in them.

It was unmistakable what she wanted from him, but even his distaste for alcohol couldn't deter the young man from obliging her.

She could ask him to drink an entire glass of whiskey in one swig, and he would do it. Not even needing to think about it. Swallowing down the burning liquid as if it was water, all in a bitter attempt to appeal to a woman that causes nothing but heartbreak all around her.

But he, of course, was blind to it, and even if not, he did still do it nonetheless. His hormones and the feeling she had awoken in him in mere days had him in a tight chokehold.

"Let's play something I think you could like..."

Beer cans and an invitation to a game that could only be...

"Truth or Dare."

A game that could be fun in a large group but oh so seductive and intimate if played under just two. The role was established just by the presence of the beer cans alone.

You want to skip, then take a sip.

Now the time had finally come for her to share the chocolate and that in nearly infinite ways with him.

-And all of them are intimate. I won't let it just stand by, merely sharing it like how it normally should be. There are so many dirty thoughts inside of my head. Ideas that want to fulfill with your help.-

Wanting to kickstart this relationship as sensational as possible. Falling head first through the door if need be.

Setting herself down in front of him. Taking his silence as consent to her game.

Taking the lead, just as usual for her, she opened up the yellow beer can and took a sip of it, trying to animate him just as with her cigarette.

And succeeding in it.

Opening the lid of it just like with the soft drink, taking a swig of it. Not much, in fact, barely anything though still feeling the bitter taste and the burning sensation as it traveled down his gullet. Something Makima is more than just costume too, not even feeling it anymore as it is just part of drinking to her.

Makima's silence spoke more than a million words, waiting for him to begin, either by asking her for a truth or a dare.

Though he didn't, merely staring at the woman before him. Growing nervous once more, he took another, trying to put her at ease of whatever she had in mind.

Though this gulp was much larger than the one before, swallowing it down, he couldn't do much more than groan from that experience, looking now down to observe how high the alcohol percentage was.

Clenching the can a bit too strong in his hands as he saw the high percentage of it. Feeling how the tips of his finger eat themselves into the can, though, having drunk thankfully so much by now that nothing spilled out.

Knowing if he keeps on drinking further, he will be tipsy in no time

"I dare you to ask me something."

Stated Makima, who had come to the same conclusion as he himself.

Getting him drunk would make things easier, though..... the night is still young, why not take some time? And enjoy this here to the fullest.

"Eh...-"

Mumbled he, needing to think of a good question. One that isn't too boring but still not too intimate, too intimate for now, at least.

"How about... How long are you already a devil hunter?"

He is not only asking her because of his interest in the subject at hand but because he wants to find out her exact age as well. Knowing and seeing that she very likely is in her early twenties but wanting it still answered to him.

"Well, I started first off with 19 and am now two years in commission."

He was surprised at that but glad nonetheless that there was only a one-year gap in-between them, though surprised that she was I'm such a high position at her young age.

"Well, it's my turn then. Do you feel uncomfortable with my proposal of living with me?"

Only sighing out, he honestly needed to think about this for a second. He would relish in the knowledge of being more often by and especially longer by her, but he couldn't say that this hadn't made him uncomfortable. Though he didn't skip it, answering her honestly.

"Kind of but-" Makima's expression was more than just unsatisfied with his statement, though, knowing he hadn't finished his sentence. But still unable to hider der displeasure at her 'Husbands' sentencing. "-In the good kind. I am thankful for this opportunity."

"But will you take it?"

She just didn't let loses, like a wild dog that had bitten into her prey. Pushing him into it, and mercilessly at that.

"Yeah, probably just need to tell my family that I-"

"No need for that yet; this can also be arranged tomorrow, don't you think."

Controlling it, controlling him and every single aspect of this conversation with a gentle iron grip. Clawing at him softly, trying to force him to deepen his feelings for her lovingly. Trying to free or instead replace his family with herself, wanting to be part of it, even if she needs to be pushy about it.

Sweat drops are now running down his forehead as he tries to get out of this dire predicament.

"I dare you to... eh- I dare you to drink the entire beer can."

Stated he while pointing to her hand. Thinking she might go a bit easier on him if she gets tipsy...... Though she just smirked at him, having no problem with that whatsoever, as she gulped it down in front of him. Not needing to stop even for a single breath of air.

Gently laying the emptied can on the table, shaking it between her index finger and thumb, showing him that she indeed drank it in one go. Licking the corner of her lips seductively, dragging the tip of her tongue across her upper lip while looking into his eyes. Resting her chin in her hand, observing him and contemplating the next question.

"I dear you to..... bark for me (Y/N)!"

I asked you. Wanting you to grant me this wish of mine. A desire I had garnered since back when I punished Gabriel for disobedience and for you as well.

The look on your face was skeptical, at first, that is, but you obliged my dare still. You were probably thinking of it as nothing more than some childish orders.

"Bark...."

"Come on, just a bit more."

"Woof, Bark...."

"With a bit more verve, please, dear."

Asked I of you, rubbing the palm of my free hand down the inside of my tight, getting myself into the right mood...

"Woof! bark! Woof!"

(Y/N) was enjoying himself quite a bit, seeing it as more of a way to make her laugh, not thinking that it is or ever would turn her on like it did. Though he might not have stopped it there that fast if he knew how hard it got to her.

"Alright, thanks, that's enough (Y/N). It's your turn now."

She giggled to herself, starting to savor this moment to her fullest. Feeling how the TV light shined on her back and past her, illuminating the smile that beamed on his face as he also enjoyed the moment.

Needing this lone time here more than the visit to the park, feeling himself getting a bit more Merry with every second that passes by.

Starting to lose his composure as he lets himself go, not needing to think clearly nor wanting to as Makima guides his every action gently. Giving him the rest he deserved after those three harrowing days.

"Okay then, let us see..... How about... I dare you to watch some TV after- Eh, never mind, how about......-" He was contemplating to ask her now for the Kiss he yarns so much for, though.... -" how about you tell me what the first-... Actually, no; who are you most jealous of?"

Indeed a sudden question, one he didn't think much about but got worried about as he heard it.

"I am jealous of someone called Stella....."

A name he hadn't heard in a long time. Not a common one either, especially in Japan, but this had to be a coincidence. No way she refers to the same one he knows, and that out of the 14 million living in Tokyo alone, not to mention the rest of Japan.

But wanting to know more, he pressed further, which startled Makima, as it was not only a sign that he could know her but maybe even care for her.

"Why exactly."

Though Makima never answered this question as she hastily opened one of the remaining beer cans and took a large gulp of it.

"A woman isn't a woman without her fare share of secrets, let's keep it by this (Y/N)."

Justified she herself in front of him, or at least tried to, as it only brought up more questions in his head.

-But fuck it.- thought (Y/N) to himself. He isn't her to worry about some unimportant nonsense that lies in the past. He is here because of the woman before him and out of the hope of them becoming lovers.

"Well then (Y/N), I dare you to.... dance with me."

Not even being able to recover from the first surprise, there came the other already. Having expected much of her dares, though, that was the last thing.

But it wasn't like she gave him the time he needed either as she grabbed one of his hands, placing her palm into it and interlocking her finger with his tightly, not wanting to let go as she stood before him. Her face was only barely visible as her yellow eyes glowed in the dark.

"I told you this night would be fun, didn't I darling?"

Where there was kindness in her voice, her eyes lacked it.

Forcing the speechless man up to his feet as she pulled on his other hand. She was more than aware of his sudden shock now as she could see it in his dark red face. Forcing him into her as she rested her back against the kitchen counter.

Forcing his other free hand to her, thought...... being stopped by he, himself.

"Come on, don't be so shy, my dearest; we are partners, after all. Trust me, as much as I would you in this situation."

Spoke she in a soothing tone as she let go of his hand that tried to resist her. Looking him straight in the eyes while she gently cupped the freed hand in her own.

"Let us just dance... the both of us; let's make this night a romantic one, one we won't forget, darling."

Cooed she to him. Swaying her hips rhythmically, even still now having the other hand interlocked with hers.

Their both faces a crimson red, as she baffled him even more than before as he heard her address him as darling, making him give in, pushing the hand that had resisted till now into her direction. Giving her the sign to do what she had planned all along as she dragged him behind her.

And that to the living room and into not only the light of the TV but into the blue glow of the moon that shined through the window and onto the lucky couple.

The room was giant for an apartment in the middle of Tokyo. Giving more than enough place for the two of them for another one of their love rituals.

Guiding her beloved partner into the right spot, she turned around. Walking even still now in her desired direction as she took him by his hands, looking into his eyes, and he back into hers. Smiling to one another as they knew that this night was the beginning of something wonderful.

"I need to warn you, Makima, I am an absolutely terrible dancer...."

"Then this makes us already two....."

Humed she silently to him as she held now his once so reluctant hand in-between hers, viewing in the silver glow of the cold moonlight, marveling at him, at every piece that makes him whole and so perfect as he did the same.

"Good, now place your left hand on my waist."

Ordered she him while guiding said hand toward its destination.

"Mhmm- be gentle with me, will you? This is my first time....."

Cooed Makima as she let her hand rest on top of his. Feeling him tenderly touch her, even seemingly afraid to hurt her as he held more onto the shirt than what lay beneath it. Leading to her planting her fingers on top of his and pushing down, letting her finally feel his sincerest touch, yet as a pleased moan escaped her.

"Neither have I any practice with dancing, i-"

Though he couldn't speak further as Makima chimed in, replying in a very seductive way.

I wasn't talking about dancing (Y/N).

Lifting her right hand to his should, gently laying it on top before slowly closing in.

Step by step, their gazes not wavering not even for a second as Makima pressed herself against him, letting her nose touch his while taking his free hand into hers and pushing it away from them as she once more tried to interlock their finger though there was one small problem.

He did it already first, so she did what was left for her to do and laid hers in between his knuckles.

And so it commences a dance that no one of them will forget and that for the rest of their time here on earth. Their steps might be sloppy and poorly choreographed, but their full attention lay on one another, not their mistakes, as they danced around in the cold moonlight that peeked through the front window.

Enjoin and relishing in the other's presents as they twirled around one another. The TV to their side lit up their back with every move in its calming static, as the sound of it blurred out of their consciousness together with their dampened steps as their wet socks slid over the ground below them.

Picking up speed with every step and every second as our ties fly to the side. We held on to one another dearly, not wanting to leave another side anymore as I could feel you lovingly hold me by my waist.

Feeling you adore me makes me whole. I don't know how I could ever live without you by my side, dear.

The possibility of losing you through events that even I can't stop nor control breaks my heart.

If I could, I would be by your side, and that always but this cruel and unjust world won't give me even this.

I am the control devil, and yet you make me feel so helpless and loved simultaneously. This moment if it could last forever, I would gladly spend an eternity at your side.

You, my beloved, have not deserved such a cruel fate to live in such a despicable world. I see in you the only good in humanity.

I am a monster. The title of necessary evil I hide myself behind isn't-, no, it doesn't even come close to justifying me and what I do or did for that matter.

In your arms, I feel like I am home (Y/N), and so lost at the same time.

You gave me the gift of feelings, and you shower me with love though I feel only hatred for myself.

"(Y/-N)?"

I could feel my lips quiver and my legs shaking as I looked up at you, begging for you to look at me like you always do.

"Yes, Makima?"

"I-I lo-love you!"

I whispered to you, not because I want to be romantic or seductive, but because I, for once, could not muster what it takes to be louder.

Holding your tie, I did my best to push you down to me, or rather climb up to you. Wanting to do what I had in my mind for the last couple of days.

Wanting to kiss you, showing how much you mean to me.

But I was cut short.....

By you yourself, as you took off this burden of mine that was to reach you.....

As you kissed me yourself......

How ironic, I thought I could relieve you of your desires, be the giving part, but right now, I have realized that it is you who granted me my wish and your own as you took matters into your own hand.

I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and by my side.

As you make me the happiest woman alive.

I love you so, so much. You mean the world to me (Y/N).
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Alternate end of this chapter

(not canon)

"Come on, don't be so shy, my dearest. We are partners, after all. You can touch me as much as you want~ isn't that what you want to do too?"

Her sweet lullaby was only putting the young man under more stress; forcing herself on him wasn't as much of a pleasing act for him as she thought it would be as she pushed him into doing something he would have done himself, though she just couldn't wait any longer.

Treating him right now more like an object, something she can't take as it pleases her, not anymore like the person she adored and outright worshipped.

The first sign of her unbelievable love to towards him she ever showed him outright, though... It is wrong. So wrong. No passion in the world could make up for it.

Heartbreaking, in fact, to witness something that had been barely five minutes away that could have been described as a loving couple had turned into her forcing herself onto him.

It is so wrong. Even if it is out of pure love, it is still so wrong.

The night may be long, but every second wasted is a tragedy for her. Knowing that what happens now between the two of them would change their relationship forever. Not being able to wait for much longer as she dreads the sunrise and what could happen if they both of don't confesses their feelings to one another in the here and now.

Though.... where it looked like she would ignore her own behavior, she actually saw the error in her way. Once, Feeling how his free hand and the one she clenched in her hand also trembled under the immense force she used.

Realizing what she actually is accomplishing here..... she let go of him. Though not for long as she pushed herself into his chest.

Grabbing his back and pulling him into her, not even able to look him in the eyes as she hugged him. And that dearly, giving him now the respect she knows he needs as she buried herself into him.

"(Y/-N)?"

Spoke she, tears of self-hatred of her own deeds streaming down her cheeks, fearing to have lost who and the only thing she loves through her own action.

"W- what was that, Makima?"

Stated he shocked, even a bit of fear still perceptible in his voice as he wasn't sure whether to hug her back or not as she nearly broke his hands.

"Please forgive me (Y/N) I- I just wanted to- I just wanted to show you.... how much I love you. I am sorry for trying to force myself on you. I th- I thought I-... I don't know what I thought there."

Cried she into his chest, sobbing to herself as the eyeliner dragged black lines down her cheeks. She feared for him to view her as nothing but a monster, as nothing more than the rest of the freaks from the second division, as she had shown to be not much better than Gabriel if she doesn't get what she wants.

But there she was wrong as he hugged her back, a painful sob escaping her lips as he took her into his arms.

Not knowing what it was that he felt right now, she looked up at him..... Only to receive a kiss.

A loving one as he gently pushed his lips onto her own. Making the already distressed and worried devil in his arms even so much more confused.

Though it took her not long to kiss him back.

"I thought you hated me.... for what I had done....."

But (Y/N) could only snicker at this as he held the love of his life in his arms. Pressing her against him gently as the both of them stood in the tiny light of the kitchen counter, letting it reflect into his eyes a yellow