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He grinned brightly when Azazel said that he would stay, and leaned up to kiss the male's cheek softly. "Want half of my sandwich?" he asked. His eyes were bigger than his recently shrunk stomach and eating a whole sandwich was not in the cards for Tomas. "Papa is going to make my favorite tonight," he offered. "He does about twice a week to try and coax me to eat. I think Mama is getting sick of hot dogs." He giggled a little and took another bite of his food.
 
A few weeks passed and the demon was getting far too annoyed at everything. Azazel still hung out with Tomas. He could not just leave him. He was spending a little less time there, partially to do work. Another part because Tomas and Sal were hanging out. He walked through the halls, heading to Tomas's room and knocking on the door with a smile to his lips.
 
Soft moans could be heard through the door, though Tomas had tried to keep quiet. At the knock, he cursed softly. "H-hold on..." His legs were shaking and despite the fact that both he and his boyfriend were under the covers, there seemed to be something inherantly wrong with Azazel seeing them that way (it had to be Azazel-his parents would have just walked in). Tomas got up, kissing Sal in a soft apology, and threw his robe on, tying the sash before opening the door and slipping out. "You're home!"
 
Azazel cringed. His hands curled into fists and his nails dug into his flesh. He smiled at the other, hands linking behind his back, gripping his wrist tightly. "Yes! I made the servants clean the house while I was gone. I figured it'd be better without me" He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "So um... I er.. am interrupting?" He bit his lip. 'I... I'll just go out for .. coffee or something." He cleared his throat and straightened his form some more. "So go back.. I'll just see you later." Yep. Awkward moments were not his forte.
 
"Oh, uh, no. No it's fine!" Tomas smiled at the other male, but worried still when he began to back away. "No wait! We'll come with you." Tomas had wanted Azazel to meet Sal, anyway. And while the moment was awkward, once they got out of the house, they would be fine! Right? "Just let me change, okay?" he asked, hoping that the demon would say that he would wait.
 
Azazel froze. Damnit. Damnit! He stared at the other and his heart crumbled. "Tomas!" He took the other's hand, gripping his wrist and pulling him closer. "I can't. I just... I can't." He took in a deep breath and let out another sigh. "I'm so happy that you are happy and that you are eating. I... I really am, Tomas but ... it kills me." He bit his bottom lip, eyes staying with the other's eyes. "I don't wnat to ruin your day. I don't want to make you hate me but ... but I can't. I ... I love you. and I want to be with you. And right now, it kills me that I can't be. So ... I just can't. NOt right now. Please.. Just... just give me some time."
 
He looked up at the other and shook his head a little. "But... I... I mean..." How could this be happening? The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Azazel, but the thing that made him most happy was what was hurting him? "I don't want you to be hurt..." Big, soft tears began to form and roll down Tomas' cheeks, the half demon not knowing what to do or say to make any of this better. "You... You're my best friend, Azazel... I don't want to be without you."
 
Azazel cupped his chin, holding his jaw while his thumbs pushed away the tears. He kissed his forehead before leaning back with a sigh. "You won't be... I just need some time." He whispered and then kissed his forehead again. "I ... I will put on my big boy panties. You're still my best friend. I won't leave you. I just... I need to be able to think. I can't when... when I come to visit and hear you and someone else..." He sighed, stepping away and releasing his jaw. "Okay? Please don't cry. That... That just makes it worse." He smiled lightly, wanting him to be happy. "He's making you happy. He's helping you to eat! I... I can't complain about that."
 
Tomas couldn't even respond to the words when Sal moved past them. He looked over at his boyfriend, confused. "Sal, wait!" The other male turned and shook his head.

"I can't, Tomas. I... I can't share you. I can't wonder if, every time we have sex, you're going to get up and run because he knocks on the door or shows up, or if you're going to spend the whole night talking about him or thinking about him or worrying about him... It's not fair." Sal shook his head and continued out of the house, leaving a devastated Tomas in his wake.

He looked to Azazel, tears forming in his eyes as he backed up until the wall was supporting his weight. Sobs began to wrack his body, though they were silent even as he slid to the floor.
 
"Oh Tomas..." Azazel whispered, walking over to him. He sat beside him, pulling him into his side. Arm looped around his shoulders and he kissed his forehead. His eyes closed and he rested his forehead against the top of his. "I'm so sorry, Tomas. I.. I really am. You were so happy..." He murmured, pushing fingers through his hair and looking down at his head. "Are... Are you going to be all right?"
 
Tomas shrugged and curled into Azazel's side. What could he say? He was heart broken once more, and hurting worse than he had in a long time. The silence didn't last too long, because anger took the place of hurt. "Why?" he asked, though really to no one in particular. "Why can't I be happy? Why does everyone have to leave me!" The sobs came again, rendering him unable to speak. The teen pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them, devastated and hurt and confused.
 
Azazel arched a brow He looked down at the other before his hand smacked the upside of his head. "I'm with you. I've been by your side every time you've fallen. I haven't left you unless I was forced." He crossed his arms over his torso, staring down at the other. "Do I mean that little to you?" He asked, eyes keeping with his form. "Did my confession go in one ear and out the other? I care about you. I fucking love you to be honest, but oh no! i'm not someone who's broken or going to break your heart, so HEY! I MUST be shit, right?" Well, okay, he was relatively not broken.
 
He looked up, and was speechless. "I... I..." Tomas truly didn't know what to say. He hadn't meant to include Azazel in the group he was ranting about, and he didn't want to hurt his friend. But he was just that: a friend. Sure, Tomas cared for the demon greatly, but he wasn't in love with him... "I can't give you want you want, Az... Why waste your time on me?" He sniffled a little and pulled away, not wanting to hurt the male even further.
 
Azazel sighed softly. His eyes closed and he soon pulled him into a tight embrace once more. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and he kissed the top of his head. "Then just... Just stop being a fucking retard." He whispered, face pressing into the side of his head, holding him a little tighter. "I just want you happy. I don't care if it's with or without me romantically. That ... Sal was getting you to eat. I'm jealous and bitchy, but I'm happy. you finally have some meat on your silly bones."
 
"But... he doesn't want me anymore." He curled into the warmth of the other male, resting his head on Azazel's chest. He wanted to be with Sal, but he wasn't going to give up his friendship with Az, either. Why couldn't he have both? Why was he being forced to choose? "What if I don't find someone else?" he asked softly, truly fearing that. Everyone around him was happily paired off. Why couldn't he be?
 
Azazel shrugged, kissing his head gently and then sunk against his form. His fingers trailed over the top of his shoulder and to the crook of his elbow. "If you don't then you will have me." He whispered and kissed the top of his head, "I won't ever leave you." He kissed his cheek and smiled a little bit more. "I will stay with you." He sighed and sunk into the wall, fingers trailing over his arm again.
 
"But...why?" he asked, pulling away enough to look up at Azazel. "It has to be torture for you... And I don't want to hurt you." Tomas didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to push him away but it wasn't fair to ask him to stay, either. "I... You deserve better." He slumped forward again, tears renewing and flowing down his cheeks.
 
"Oh hush!" He whispered and he then pulled the other onto his lap. His arms wrapped around his form and he kissed the top of his head. "I don't mind." He smiled, kissing his cheek some more. "Again. I want you happy, even if not with me." He smiled, kissing his head again and rocking back and forth, sighing lightly once more. "Just... Please don't go under again... Please."
 
He nodded and curled into Azazel's form once more, allowing his friend to comfort him.

Tomas was still sad weeks later, and wasn't eating quite as regularly as he had been, but he was at least coming out of his room. The white haired male sat at the table, pushing eggs around his plate. He sighed a little as Nikkos sat down next to him. "You can give him a chance, you know." When Tomas looked at his father with a raised eyebrow, the brunette laughed a little. "I made your Mama work very hard to become my friend before we dated. Why can't you go on a date with Azazel and see what happens?"

"Because what if it goes wrong?" Tomas couldn't stomach the thought of losing his best friend over some silly date.

"But what if it goes right?" Nikkos patted Tomas' leg and got up from the table to finish cleaning up, leaving his son to think it all over.
 
Azazel waited for a while before he walked into the other room. He smiled at the other and sat down, right leg draping over his left. "Hey!" He grinned, taking a muffin and munching on the yummy muffin happily. "I do love your father's muffins... and cooking and baking." He chuckled and looked over at the half demon, smiling a little more. Until he saw the other looking a little thinner. His features dropped. "You're not eating again?"
 
Tomas was deep in thought when Azazel walked in and he was a little startled, but smiled after a second. He shrugged at the question and took a small bite of the eggs, though it was hardly what anyone would call a normal sized bite. The half demon had been thinking about what his Papa had said, and supposed that he was right... What real harm could it do? "Go out with me?" he blurted, blushing deeply. "I... I mean... Well, you're my best friend and I trust you and... Well even if it doesn't work... you won't hate me?"
 
Azazel froze, mid-bite of the muffin. He stared at the other for a while before he straightened his form a little more. "YES! Um. yes.. to everything." he smiled and cupped the other's chin, wiggling his face a little bit. "I am a little more evolved than to hate you if we do not end up well." He kissed his forehead with a smile, leaning away. "Tomorrow or tonight or some other time? I want to plan something nice and romantic and dorky because I feel the need."
 
Tomas breathed a little sigh of relief and nodded, not really hearing the question at first. "Oh. Um. You pick?" Really, he was more nervous than he thought he should be and Tomas was happy to let Azazel take the lead, even if he had been the one to ask. The teen smiled at the demon. "Just tell me what to wear, okay?"
 
Azazel nodded and hopped up. "YES! Wear something casual and comfy!" he giggled and kissed his cheek before hopping away once more. "You come to my place tonight. There's a portal thingy in your room. KAY Bye!"He giggled again and ran off like the school girl he was.

That night, he had a very beautiful and romantic dinner set out. In the middle of a beautiful forest where the trees were made of crystals, all of different colors, there was a circular table with a candle flickering away in the center. Plates set out with food underneath a cover. He made sure that the food was something that the other would like, and his portion was not huge at all.
 
Tomas was nervous as he walked into the clearing. The teen fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, only stopping when he saw what was set up. It really was beautiful and thoughtful and he didn't feel like it was putting a lot of pressure on him. "Is this a ploy to just get me to eat?" he asked, smiling shyly at Azazel. The white haired male moved towards his friend, butterflies still dancing around his stomach, and hugged him, pressing a soft kiss to the demon's cheek. "It looks beautiful."
 
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