Mistletoe Meme, actually close to the holidays version.

[misheard]

Now it's actually the holidays! So this meme is appropriate!

> Pick someone from my muselist
> Pick the time and setting
> You are now stuck under a plant with them and must kiss before leaving
> Kissing does not have to be on the mouth
> Sometimes Hot Makeouts?!

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

Do any of them involve not making me kiss you?

[diabolarchy]

No. Can't say that they do.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I despise you.

[ Still trying to find a way to retreat, and not having much luck. Damn it, whose bright idea was magical mistletoe in the first place? ]

[diabolarchy]

[Blame the farmers.]

You're so cute~~ So shall we get it over with?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

No. Absolutely not. I utterly refuse. And I am not cute!

[ Really, V. This is the hill you're going to die on. ]

[diabolarchy]

So you'd rather be stuck with me for a few years, until you give in? I don't mind.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Y- years?

[ He gulps. ]

There isn't any other way out of this?

[diabolarchy]

None at all.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

...

[ Valmont considers his options. Weighed against years in the demon's company, one kiss is starting not to sound quite so bad. ]

Oh, very well. Hold still.

[ He takes a deep breath and leans in. ]

[diabolarchy]

[If he thought he was going to hold still, he was very wrong - as soon as Valmont's lips touch his, Satanick wraps his arms around him to keep him there.

You're lucky he can't dip kiss you right now.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ This is not okay. This is nowhere near okay. Valmont pushes frantically at Satanick's shoulders, managing to break away long enough to splutter: ]

Let go of me, you - you -

[ He can't think of a strong enough word. ]

[diabolarchy]

I accept 'handsome devil' and its variants.

[No, that probably wasn't what Valmont was going for.

And oh, he seems to have more range of movement now - so now he's going for the dip kiss.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Mmmmmf - !!

[ He spits out curses against Satanick's lips, probably none of which are anywhere near comprehensible, and flails ineffectively in his grip. ]

Let me go let me go let me go -

[diabolarchy]

Don't want to~

[Valmont's not going anywhere juuuuust yet. He has to leave a hickey first, too.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ His protests just get louder as he feels the demon move on to his neck. It's in a place where he knows it will show, too, damn him. ]

What are you - stop - stop!

[ He would say this is the least dignified situation he's ever been in, but who is he kidding. Satanick's put him through worse. ]

[diabolarchy]

Fiiine, if you insist~

[He lets go so that he can properly admire his handiwork. Mouthiwork. Whatever.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont can't see from this angle what exactly Satanick's done to him, but given the duration and intensity of the sucking, he's guessing it's pretty well visible. He probably doesn't want to see it, come to that. Eurgh. ]

And how do you expect me to cover that up? It's hardly as though ascots are in fashion these days, you know!

[diabolarchy]

You're so cute when you think I care about your modesty.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Huff. He tugs his collar up a little higher, for all the good it'll do. ]

Is it going to let us leave now, do you suppose? Or will I have to do something else horrifically demeaning before it's satisfied?

[diabolarchy]

Much as I'd like to keep you, you're free to go.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Good!

[ And, verifying that the invisible force is no longer preventing him from leaving, he begins to stride back off down the hallway. This is all going quite well until he remembers he can't actually leave without Satanick's help, and therefore walking away from him is, unfortunately, counterproductive. So he just kind of stops where he is and sighs. ]

[diabolarchy]

Ye~es?

[Satanick's very aware of all of this, of course. But he's not going to volunteer a ride home without being asked.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I - that is-

[ As many times as this has happened, it doesn't get any easier to suck it up and ask. ]

- Well, you'd think getting me out of here is the least you could do, wouldn't you! After all that...!

[diabolarchy]

That's not asking politely, you know. It's not that hard, even I can ask for something I need politely.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Not again. This bloody insistence on politeness. Where has being polite ever got him? Nowhere good. ]

I would be... much obliged... if you would stop being an infuriating bastard for two seconds and get me out of here.

[ There. How's that? ]