Crack Open a Cold One

Asmodous stood in front of the door to Behlyal's personal barracks. His body slightly trembled as he held a carton of beer cans in his arms, and his heart beat faster as many thoughts raced through his head. Okay, Asmodous, just stay calm. He's your general. You've talked to him many times before. You can do this. He took a deep breath and lightly knocked on the door with his foot.

A gruff voice came from the other side of the door, "Identify yourself and state your purpose."

"I-It's Captain Asmodous, Sir!" Asmodous called out, "I just wanted to hang out with you."

Come in," Behlyal replied.

"Uh, s-sorry, Sir! My hands are full. Could you open the door for me?" The sound of heavy footsteps approached the door. It opened and revealed Behlyal. Asmodous slightly raised his arms to present the beer to him, "Hey, Sir, wanna drink for a bit?"

Behlyal looked down at the carton, then at Asmodous. He sharply exhaled, "Still trying to find an excuse to get me to reveal my face, Asmodous?

"Can you blame me though?" Asmodous laughed nervously, "I've known you for years and I still have no clue what you look like! What if something happens to you in battle and you don't have your helmet on? I wouldn't be able to recognize you."

Behlyal let out a sigh, "Fine." He turned around and took a few steps back inside the barracks. "Well, aren't you coming in?" he asked Asmodous. "I'm not going to take off my armor out in the open." He looked back at him for a second and continued his way inside.

Wait, take off his armor? L-like all of it? Would he really let me see himself naked? Why else would he look back at me like that? Asmodous shut his eyes and shook his head frantically at the thought. No, no, no! He probably just misspoke. And he probably was just being polite and that was him inviting me in. Besides, he has to have clothes under all that armor anyway. Unless he goes commando--Asmodous, stop! Finally snapped back to reality, Asmodous answered, "Y-Yeah, I'm coming!" He quickly stepped into the barracks and closed the door behind him.

It occurred to Asmodous that he never went inside Behlyal's barracks before. There wasn't anything too special; it had all the essentials. A kitchenette stood at the right wall, a dining table with two chairs in the middle of the room, a door to presumably to the bathroom was at the left side of the wall in front of him, a bed was against the left wall, and a writing desk and chair was also against the left wall just a few feet from the foot of the bed. Other than a few dirty dishes in the sink, everything in the room was clean and organized. Wouldn't expect anything less from the General.

Behlyal pulled out both chairs and sat in one of them. "Take a seat. You can put the beer under the table." Asmodous walked over to the table, set down the carton, and sat. He opened up the carton, handed a can to Behlyal, and grabbed one for himself. Behlyal accepted the beer and opened it.

"Can't really drink with that helmet on though, right?" Asmodous said with a smirk as he cracked his open.

"So impatient," Behlyal chuckled. "Just keep what you see between us." Asmodous nodded. In response, Behlyal put both his hands on his helmet, bowed his head, and slipped it off.

Chiseled jaw. A scar slashed across the right eye. Short white hair. Asmodous held his breath and stared. Black eyes and red irises stared back at him. Heat rose to Asmodous's cheeks.

"Happy now?" Behlyal smirked.

Oh god, that smile. So that's what it means when they say your heart skips a beat. "Uh, y-yeah," Asmodous took a sip of beer, "You can say that."

The two drank can after can while making small talk until the carton was empty. They told each other lame jokes, stories from their past, and the like. One story in particular caught Asmodous's attention, "So, you've got more scars than the one on your eye?"

Behlyal downed his last drink and slammed it on the table, "Yeah! Wanna see them?"

Asmodous's head shot up, "For real? You'd let me see?" His eyes trailed down to Behlyal's armor, and quickly shot back up to make eye contact again. When he did, a sly smile spread across Behlyal's face.

"Seems like you're interested," Behlyal rose from his chair and sauntered over to Asmodous.

"Yeah, I-I guess I'm a little, um, interested." Asmodous tripped over his words as he averted his gaze. When he looked back up, Behlyal was slowly taking off his gauntlets, greaves, breastplate... every piece of armor that was on him came off. Asmodous stared in awe as Behlyal removed each piece and laid them on the floor. All that was left was Behlyal's underwear.

Without any hesitation, Asmodous reaches a hand out to Behlyal's scar-covered chest.

"Who said anything about touching?" Behlyal's words stopped Asmodous's hand short.

He recoiled his hand in surprise, "Oh, sorry! I didn't--I mean, can I touch them?"

Behlyal smiled at Asmodous's startled response, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."

Asmodous let out a sigh of relief and put his fingertips to one of the scars. He gently traced it out and gradually let his whole hand feel the contours of Behlyal's chest. The combination of scar tissue, muscle definition, and unshaved chest hair gave Behlyal's chest a unique texture; Asmodous wanted to engrave it in his memory. Behlyal exposed this side of himself so easily. A side that no one else has seen. This is something he wanted to keep all to himself for as long as he could. A hand grasping the top of his snapped Asmodous out of his trance. He blinked and saw Behlyal stroking his hand gently.

"I see you're enjoying yourself," Behlyal whispered.

Asmodous blushed harder, "I-I--no, I mean, I didn't say anything of the sort, Sir."

Behlyal stepped toward Asmodous and crouched down so that his face was right in front of Asmodous's. He gently placed his hand on Asmodous's lap just an inch away from his crotch, "Perhaps not with words, you didn't." He held Asmodous's chin and tilted it slightly upward. He brought Asmodous's lips closer to his until they were only millimeters apart. "How'd you feel if I kissed you right now?"

Asmodous didn't have time to answer. Behlyal's lips met his. Behlyal cradled Asmodous in his arms and slowly lifted him out of his chair and onto his feet. Asmodous closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Behlyal's body. Behlyal broke away from the kiss and offered a hand to Asmodous. "How about we move this to the bed?"