DEVILDICE FANFICTION

Chapter 1

Chapter one

The Devil sat on his throne watching the security cameras that were placed all over the casino. His eyes were planted on his very special right-hand man, King Dice. As usual, Dice had his charismatic charm on, and used it to his advantage. The ladies in the casino were clearly flattered by how he treated them. He would whisper hints and even kiss their hands, but the hints were only to make them bet more money as he began using his snake-eyes. The Devil inhaled deeply and felt himself getting more and more irritated. His breath got deeper and more intense. He quickly stood up, brushed his shoulders, and walked outside. The casino was very busy today. Both old and new customers were there, so the atmosphere was as swell as possible. He knew exactly where Dice was. With determined steps, he made his way over to his employee, ignoring everyone who tried to greet him. King Dice had just made a lady lose about half of her fortune as he noticed the Devil marching towards him. He calmly smiled at his boss with one of his eyebrows slightly raised. "Well, if it isn't my favourite boss~" He began, but the Devil looked at him with an angered expression. "Are you flirting with the customers, Dice?" Said he, tilting his head towards the ladies around the table. The die was somewhat taken aback. His boss looked angry, but he had never been angry for something like this. It was very unlike him, that's for sure. "Well, yes, boss. You did instruct me to do so when you hired me." He whispered confused. The Devil thought about it for a second and realized that Dice was telling the truth. "Well, stop it. I don't like seeing you flirting with others." He snarled. The Devil realized how jealous he sounded and waited to see if Dice understood, which he of course did. "Oh, I see. Well, why didn't you just say so?" Dice laughed. The ladies around the table watched with big eyes. They seemed both confused and excited. The Devil himself was being made a fool of by one of his employees. After a moment of tension and a smirk from the right-hand man, the Devil grunted and turned around. "Whatever. Suit yourself, snob." Dice laughed. He didn't really think much of it, but he felt his heart pounding harder. "What a boss I have."

What the hell? Why the fuck did I say that? The Devil thought to himself as he entered his office. "Dice has always done this, and it has never been a problem, quite the contrary. We usually make fun of the desperate ladies when we close up the casino..." He scratched his head and lighted a cigar. As he sat down, he thought about how Dice had reacted. The moment of tension between them was obvious to everyone, including the two males. Dice's smirk was playing on repeat in the Devils mind. "Well, fuck me." "I'd rather go on a date first." He heard a familiar voice reply. His right eye started twitching and his fur stood straight up. With his cheeks bright pink and his mouth half open he replied, "Have you no manners? Walking in without knocking?" Dice could not see his reaction as his office chair was facing the wall. "I'm sorry, boss, I just wanted to ask you about why you don't like seeing me flirt with costumers?" Dice's blood was racing. Even though he acted completely cool, his insides were at the verge of exploding from excitement. "Oh... Well, I just dislike it." Dice sighs to himself and rolls his eyes. "Ok. That's all." He walks out of the room, more disappointed than expected. His shift just ended, so he decides to walk into his room and take a shower. As he takes off his suit, Dice felt himself getting more and more disappointed by the answer from his boss. Why doesn't he want me flirting with them? It's not as if I enjoy it, or, I do enjoy the attention they give me, but I would much rather get his attent- Dice stopped himself. His eyes widened and his heart stopped for a moment. I want his attention. I want my boss's attention. His hand made its way to his chest, which was rising and sinking. After some seconds with heavy breathing, Dice stepped into the rather fancy shower and started a well-known "philosophy shower". His mind was racing, and so was his heart. The confusion was strong with him now. About twenty minutes later, the die pulled himself together. It's not the end of the world, and it's probably a very reasonable reason for me to feel this way. Getting back to his 'normal' self, he stepped out of the shower, dried himself and polished his head.

In the office there was a very frustrated Devil. He was not loud, though, it was a silent anger. He grunted, scratched his head and inhaled deeply. Who the fuck authorised this? He thought. I can't tell him not to do his job. But seeing him kiss their hands with his soft lips, turning on his charisma, looking at them with those emerald-green eyes... How could I not... be jealous? His pupils shrunk and he smashed his hands into the desk violently, making a small crack in it. "Well fuck!" He yelled. Lifting his chin slightly, he could feel shivers down his spine as he thought of Dice. The room almost seemed smaller around him. He started imagining Dice in front of him, looking at him with shiny eyes, removing the purple suit-jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, only to throw it on the floor. Then Dice would walk closer, lift the Devils chin, coming closer and closer with his lips, so close that he could almost feel the touch. Falling out of his fantasy, the Devil sat with his head in his hand with one of his eyes twitching. His fur was raising, as well as his tail. Ah fuck... Now I've done it. A moment of silence. "Fuck it." Standing up, making his way over to his right-hand man's room, he could feel his heart pounding and adrenaline fill his veins. The sweet, sweet sensation of lust fuelled his determination. The Devil, without knocking, entered Dice's room. Dice was nowhere to be seen, until the bathroom door opened. Steam filled the room, making it even warmer for the Devil, who had now frozen completely. Out from the steam walked a shiny-wet dice with his eyes closed, humming on this theme-song. The towel was tightened lowly on his hips, showing a very visible V-shape on the die. Devil stood there gaping. His tail stood straight in the air, shivering. He could feel a small path of blood escape his nostrils. As Dice felt someone staring at him, he opened his eyes, seeing the Devil staring at him with his mouth wide open. "AH! B-boss!? I didn't know you were there!?" Dice tried, blushing madly. The two stood in silence for a good thirty seconds. Instead of replying, the devil floated backwards out of the room, shutting the door with magic. Dice stood there blushing with his eyes shining. As soon as the Devil was out, he leaned his back on the door, supporting himself with his hands. He was heaving for air, slightly panicking. Unholy shit! Dice on the other hand was now laughing manically. The face of a clearly flustered Devil had been way more enjoyable than he ever had imagined. "Oh sweet, sweet Luci~" Dice laughed. "You still out there boss?" Silence. "Well, I'll be off to bed then. Sweet dreams~"

As silence filled Dices room, Devil decided to teleport into his room. He made sure to check if Dice was asleep, which he was. Sighing, the Devil looked at King Dice with thoughtful eyes. "Ah, what have I gotten myself into now... This is low, even for me... But I've got to hand it to you, Dice. You are definitely one of a kind." He looked out at the window and watched the red half-moon next to the original one. The air was warm from the steam, and so was his chest and cheeks. "Oh Dice... I have this problem you see, this little... obstacle." He lowered his voice, thinking. "I think I might be falling for-" Dice made some movements, signalizing he was about to wake up. But, in the moment he opened his eyes and looked around him, no one was there. The only thing he could see was the windows being open, which made the curtains flow all around, and the two moons which lit up the room.