My first The Devil Is A Part-Timer Yaoi fic. I'm excited and nervous. After all, this is my first fic and it's already a chapter story. Way to go Seu.

Onward my peasants! More author notes at the bottom!

"Another territory claimed." A man said as he raised his beer glass. The other men beside him at the bar raised their mugs in appreciation.

"All thanks to that crazy general." Another lieutenant said. "I always thought the king had a few screws loose when he ranked that Lucifer kid to a general. He's always on about blood and dead bodies."

"Ah ah you guys are thinking about the negatives. Listen, I have a friend who works under that guy, the lucky prick. He says some things about General Lucifer that might change your perspective." A male with short blonde hair said. All eyes went to him and the lieutentants scoffed.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" A drunk, perverse grin stretched across the man's face.

"Seriously? Think about it. A fallen angel working with us demons. A pretty one mind you. You never see that sort of thing. You have to admit he's pretty cute." Some eyes widened at his statement.

"Cute!?"

"Don't play innocent. We demons have lusts. You can't tell me you never wanted to mark his soft pale skin until it turns into a nice shade of red."

"Quiet down." The bartender growled. "We don't tolerate that kind of talk about an important figure. One that you clearly have no chance with." The bar laughed but the blonde man simply smirked.

"How about a bet?"

The bartender blinked as the area went silent. "What bet?"

The man sat up from his lazy slump in his seat.

"Free drinks for a whole week says I can kiss the general." There were hollers and whooping. The bartender tutted.

"A simple kiss? Anyone can get away with that. Assuming they are alive by the time they finish and turn to run. Let's say you do a little more than that and end up alive. Two months of free drinks." The man hummed at the offer.

"Four months. This isn't just anybody after all. This is General Lucifer." It was silent for a while before the bartender acknowledged the bet.

"Deal. Let's keep this in the bar. Any word out, and you're banned from this place!" He warned the crowd. The blonde man put on his cloak and swiftly headed out.

Time for the game to start.

"Stupid watchmen..." A smooth voice muttered. A sponge was used to scrub away dry blood on an arm. "They could have at least reported the spies before dying right on the spot. I would have killed them myself for being so slow..."

Lucifer dragged out a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the cool tile wall, letting the shower water spray his body. Dumbasses. That's all he ever deals with while being a general. He's commanding an army full of idiots. And he feels like some of the people joined for a different reason rather than fighting for the Demon Lord. What their motivation is for going under his command will always be a mystery.

He slid a hand down to his inner thigh before giving a frustrated sound. He wasn't in the mood because of those idiots. It's strange because a little agitation wouldn't mess up his schedule. What is this schedule of his, you ask?

Lucifer finally shut off the water and stepped out the tub, wrapping a fluffy black towel over his thin waist. Well it was quite simple really but it all goes back to when he first arrived. The cursed angels had tossed him out of heaven and was stumbled upon by Lord Satan's closest general, Alciel. From there, he was arrested for being a possible spy but once they had saw his now-black wings, they took him on their side instead. At first Lucifer was reluctant and was only focused and trying to get back to Heaven, but when he had been offered the title as a general of Lord Satan's army he had to say yes. At that point he didn't care to go back to his 'home'. After all, they kicked him out. If he tried to go back the angels would most likely betray him again.

So this leads him to his life as a general side by side with the king. As said before, it was simple. He goes to work(whether it is thinking of war strategies or settling civil desputes within their region). He comes home in an exhausted mess either way and takes a long shower or soaks in a bath; assuming he does not have to deal with after-bullshit. Then after he cleans himself he heads to bed, currently what he is doing right now.

Lucifer tied on a robe and sighed, climbing and stretching on the silky comforter. He was not tired but damn, just the feeling of this cool fabric pressing against his bare skin felt so soothing. Oh right. He only had on a robe. He pouted to himself. Does he really have the strength to put on clothes? Call him pathetic, he did quite a lot today.

Rolling around on his back, Lucifer unconsciously parted his legs and stained up at the ceiling. The room was illuminated by a single candle on the nightstand beside his king-size bed. Being a general had it's perks, for instance a life any lower live could wish to have. He had all the money and luxury. He had everything. Well, almost everything. It's just...

Lucifer shut his eyes and let his hands act on impulse. His legs twitched just the slightest as he lightly ran a slender finger down his inner thigh. His brows furrowed as he traced his thigh and shifted a little on the bed. Every week he has to take care of his little problem in bed. Of course the Demon Lord offered a harem but there is no way Lucifer would blatantly give up his virginity to a bunch of dirty demon whores. He wasn't a romantist, but he valued himself more than the usual lust-driven demon.

A small sound came from his throat when his hand brushed against his erection. Even if he did have access to a harem, he did not like the idea of strangers touching his body sexually. He didn't like people touching him period. He feels safe in his own hands, his own care. He knows and trusts himself completely. His fingers finally wrapped around his manhood and gave a tug, producing another sound from him. Who needs a mate anyway? He can feel just as much pleasure by himself.

Lucifer turned his head to the side and gave steady breaths, slowly stroking himself until he became completely hard. He could imagine himself in an outside perspective and just the thought of it gave another spark in his pelvis. Lucifer treated himself well so he was full aware that his appearance is clean and rather attracting. Not to be egoistical. There is nothing wrong with wanting to fuck himself if he had the chance, right? Beside that, there is a certain person who's hands he wanted on his body alone.

He became more vocal as he squeezed and stroked himself in a moderate pace. His eyes were closed to display a fantasy for his eyes only. Maou is kneeling over him with a smirk, stroking him and watching him thrust up into his hand. Lucifer bit hard on his bottom lip when a wave of arousal burst into his lower abdomen. Oh how he wanted the king to give him the royal treatment. Maou is pumping him faster and Lucifer is arching his back in pleasure, moaning for the king to take him already. Yes, perfect!

Lucifer glanced down and groaned. How could he have came from that already? No, he is not stopping here. Drawing his hand up to taste the semen on his fingers, Lucifer parted his robe and spread his legs more. His other hand made its way further down in between his legs and he laid back while bending his back slightly. His eyes closed again with his lips closed around his sticky fingers whilst moving back against his other hand's appendages. His index finger pressed against his wet, puckered entrance and Lucifer gave a deep sigh while pressing harder. He could imagine Maou teasingly pressing his finger against his skin, wanting to hear him beg even more. Lucifer muffled his moan as he pushed in his finger, feeling his ring of muscles clamp around the intruder. However he pushed harder and bent his torso upward even more as his appendage rubbed against his velvety cavern.

"Ooh..." Maou is thrusting in all three fingers at once and aggressively thrusting them in and out. Lucifer gasps and moans aloud, moving back against the king's fingers. He clenched the satin comforter beneath him and continued to enjoy the fingers pushing deep into him.

The general moved back against the headboard, the robe slipping off his shoulders in process. His sounds became more audible as he pushed in a second finger. If only it could be something thicker. He pushed his two fingers in and out of himelf while tweaking a nipple with his other hand. His hips twitched as he sped up and Lucifer gasped and mewled as he continued to please himself.

"You like that?" Maou voiced as he continued ramming into the lower rank. Lucifer's purple eyes rolled up as his prostate was repetitively hit in a brutal manner.

"Yes! Yeees!" Lucifer moaned loudly and grasped the sheets tightly while his lord squeezed his waist and moved it back against his pelvis. "Harder my lord!"

"You've always been my favorite general~" The King whispered in his ear and Lucifer positively shuddered with delight. His purple, silky hair was grabbed and yanked back roughly, causing Lucifer to clench his teeth from the sharp pain and yelp when Maou bit hard into his neck without pausing his thrusts.

"You'll always be mine, Lucifer."

"Ah Ahh... Ah!" Lucifer winced, feeling his whole body tense and shudder from ejaculating all over his stomach. With the last bit of his strength, he pulled his fingers out and curled onto his side while trying to regain his breath.

This is his routine. And it was always going to be this way until he finally does something about this.

Goddammit.

I know this is a bit short but it shall definitely get longer in the later chapters.

Other than that, hope you are enjoying this so far.^^