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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_vs._The_Forces_Of_Evil
  Relationship:
      Marco_Diaz/Tom_Lucitor, Star_Butterfly_&_Tom_Lucitor
  Character:
      Marco_Diaz, Star_Butterfly, Tom_Lucitor
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-14 Updated: 2018-02-12 Chapters: 5/? Words: 15060
****** Get The Ball Rolling ******
by SonofCalypso
Summary
     Star attends an important royal ball as part of her princess duties.
     The only issue is she forgot she and Tom had a date on the same
     night.
     Tom drags Marco along instead.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The stand In *****
Marco watched Star rush around the room getting dressed. There was a time where
he would have looked away out of respect at her half-dressed form, but they had
come a long way from that. Besides, it wasn’t like she was rushing around in
her underwear, just a slip, and her socks. She had tried on at least 12
different dresses and whenever she would grow content with one there would be a
small flaw that would throw the whole look off for her.
“Star, seriously the lavender dress with the clouds was fine!” Marco groaned
but his tone was playful.
“No Marco it was not fine! It was the farthest thing from fine! Did you see how
high the hem was? It showed my knees, my knobby, skinny knees!”
Star tore said knobby knee showing dress from her form and stormed across the
room to toss into the pile with the other 12. Once back in front of her mirror
she did the same twirl she had done before calling out a spell to produce
another dress.
“What is all this even for again?”
Star stomping over to the rejection pile with unfit dress number 14
“I told you already. It’s the Midnight Sun ball. It comes around once every few
years and all royals have to show up. PRETTY PRINCESS DRESS BEAM!
When the glittering pink and lavender smoke cleared for the 15th time, Star was
standing in front of her mirror in a glittering navy blue gown, hemmed in gold
and silver stars. Long in the back and just above her knees in the front with a
frilly draped bodice that left her right shoulder bare. Her hands were covered
in sheer navy blue, glittering opera gloves and she wore a pair of strappy
golden gladiator high heel boots
“AH! It’s perfect!” Star screamed twirling around the room excitedly.
Marco laughed relieved that the search was over.
“Ok now just one more touch”
Star aimed her wand at her face and blasted herself with a ray of magic. Her
hair was now in a loose updo with a gold floral tiara and her eyes shadowed in
silver and blue.
She looked amazing. Marco stared at her with a fond smile, infected with his
friend happiness. There was a pang of sadness in his chest but he pushed it
down. He had been ignoring that sudden pang for a while now.
“The Blood Moon Ball, The Silver Bell Ball, The Midnight Sun Ball, Mewni sure
has a lot of balls” Marco snorted realizing what he had just said. Star giggled
while looking herself over in the mirror.
“The biggest,” she added to which they both started laughing.
“Just wish I could go with you?” Marco breathed once he had managed to get
himself under control.
He fell backward onto star’s bed and sighed.
“It’s boring Marco I’m only going because Its princess stuff.”
Marco nodded and felt Star sit on the edge of the bed. Her hair was tickling
his nose, so he figured she was leaning over him.
“But I’m your faithful squire. Shouldn’t I get to come along?”
“As much as I would love that Marco, you have no idea its royalty only and
Mewni royalty at that.”
Marco sighed opening his eyes to find his best friend staring down at him. He
smiled and nodded again if only to see Star smile.
“It will be late when I get back, but I promise, we will go do something fun
tomorrow. I’ll need it.”
Marco watched Star, her mother, and father board the carriage that carried them
through the rip in the dimension and out of his sight from her window. He was
proud of Star. He really was. She had grown up a lot from the zany rebellious
girl she had been when they first met. She was taking her role as princess
seriously and he couldn’t help but be happy. But still, he had come to Mewni to
be with Star. Maybe not in the way that he had originally hoped after he and
Jackie broke up but being there was her friends was just as good. Her most
trusted confidant. He could live with that.
Marco was about to head to his room when Star’s mirror started to glow and
ring. It was Tom.
Marco sighed but shrugged. He answered.
“Hey, Starship ready for our…oh it just you” Tom stated flatly upon realizing
it wasn’t, in fact, his beloved Starship.
“Where’s Star? Getting ready for our date?” Tom was wearing the biggest grin
and Marco new this wouldn’t end well
“Um…Star left Tom.” Marco said trying to be as delicate as he could be knowing
tom’s temper.
“What!” ok so apparently he wasn’t delicate enough. Tom’s eyes were glowing red
and small flames were starting to dance on his shoulders.
“She’s at The Midnight Sun Ball if that rings a bell?”
“We had a date! That stupid ball ugh!” Tom was engulfed in fire at this point
and his voice was doing that demonic echo thing it did.
“Sorry, Tom. Maybe it just slipped her mind.”
Marco was really trying here. He was. He and tom had squashed their
differences, and he would dare even say, they were friends. After the whole
stump day mess thing had been fairly civil and bro-ish between them. But Marco
still couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest that reared its head like
an angry green eyes cobra whenever he saw them together. But if Star was happy
then Marco was happy. Never mind that in his deepest most secret thought he
couldn’t quite get over the confusion of just who he was jealous of. Tom for
being with Star…or Star for being with Tom
Tom took a deep sigh and tried to calm himself down. He breathed out slicked
back his hair and straightened his collar, the flames dying out in puffs of
smoke
“Ok fine. Well, I have reservations for dinner and I’m not losing them. My
coach will be there to pick you up in an hour Diaz. Get dressed. Wear something
nice.”
With that Tom hung up the mirror, and Marco was left standing there finger up
and mouth agape. He hadn’t even been able to protest. Scratch everything Marco
had thought earlier about how mature Star was becoming. Once again her
irresponsibility had gotten Marco into hot water. Ok warm water. It wasn’t like
he and Tom hadn’t hung out before. They had game nights, and Tom would
sometimes just turn up in Marco’s room to chill while Star was busy doing
princess stuff or while she and Ponyhead were having a girl’s night. This would
more than likely be no different. They would more than likely just go to
whatever fancy restaurant Tom had booked for his and Star’s date then hang out
for a bit then that would be it. But still, as comfortable and close as Marco
had gotten with Tom he didn’t like having to fill in for star’s mistake. A fact
he would very strongly remind her once h got back from his date with said
demon.
Wait… Not a date. Not really. Stop that train of thought right there Diaz. As a
matter of fact, derail that train and crash it off a cliff before it reaches
that dark seedy part of your mind where all your secrets were stored.
Now, what was he going to wear?
***** Dine and Dash *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Marco had just finished running a comb through his hair when there was a rumble
and the sound of neighing. Looking out his window Marco could see Tom’s
carriage outside in the courtyard in front of the castle.
One last look in the mirror and Marco ran down to meet Tom.
One knock on the carriage door and it slowly opened. Marco stepped in to find
Tom plucking the petals off a rose and setting them ablaze as he dropped them.
He wore a white V-neck shirt underneath a form-fitting black velvet blazer
paired with a matching black velvet pants and a pair of silver and black cowboy
boots.
He looked up when Marco stepped inside and his eyes blazed for a second as he
stalked towards Marco.
The little human, thinking the demon was still mad over Star, immediately
jumped into karate stance
“You are not wearing that!” Tom seethed then sighed, his eyes going back to
their normal ruby red color.
Marco looked down at himself. He thought he looked pretty ok. He had on a white
dress shirt and his Dr. Marco Ph.D. sweater vest with a nice pair of brown
slacks and his favorite brown penny loafers.
“But you said to wear something nice.”
“Not that” Tom deadpanned.
“This isn’t a human restaurant we are going to. Or even a Mewni one. It’s in
the underworld, and you look far too…human.”
“Wait, we’re going to the underworld?”
Marco gulped. He had been going to a lot of different dimensions and planes of
existence since meeting star and they usually didn’t faze him but the idea of
the underworld was something different. He would technically be in hell. His
family had always been Spanish Catholic and though his parents were free
spirits his abuela had instilled in him enough respect and knowledge of
religion that he knew Hell was not a place people willing wanted to go.
“Stay still.” Tom said cutting through Marco’s thoughts. Before Marco could
really respond and ask why he needed to stay still Tom’s eyes were glowing and
he was aiming a jet of neon green flame at him.
Marco screamed as his body was enveloped in fire and kept screaming, expecting
to be in searing pain but the pain never came. He inched his eyes open to look
down at his body expecting to see searing flesh but the only thing that seemed
to be burning was his clothes.
When the flames died down Marco stood before tom in a familiar outfit. It was
the Dia de Los Muertos costume he had worn to the Blood Moon Ball only…more
lavish. The suit was made of lush black satin with a swirling damask design
that looked like bat-winged skulls. The jacket had coat tail that bellowed out
behind Marco and almost looked like bat wings. The red tie was the same damask
print as the rest of the suit and looked like a bloody trail down his chest in
contrast to the white undershirt The Epaulettes on his shoulders were actual
metal adorned small gold studded spikes and golden chain tassels. His shoes
were now a pair of ankle high heeled dress shoes in pitch black.
“Whoa!” Marco breathed and Tom only smirked
“All that screaming for nothing,” He tsked teasingly. Tom lead grabbed Marco by
the hand and lead him over to the mirror that hung at one end of his carriage
The suit was exquisite in full view but that wasn’t what had drawn Marco’s
attention as he stood in the mirror. His face…it was like someone had painted
Dia de Los Muertos sugar skull on it…not painted, tattooed it, following the
exact shape of his actual skull. In lieu of his red sombrero, there was a pair
of golden horns, a bit smaller than Tom’s. His eyes had been changed as well.
Set ablaze against the black mask/tattoo eye sockets were two glowing fiery
green orbs complete with cat-like slits for pupils.
Marco turned sideways to admire Tom’s handy work and that when he noticed.
Sticking out the seat of his pants was a long, thin black spaded tail.
“Um, Tom…”
“Don’t worry Marco its simple demon glamour. It will wear off as soon as you
set foot on Mewnian soil.”
The demon prince reassured over Marco’s shoulder
“You look good, though. You’d make a good-looking demon. Not as good looking as
me, but passable.”
“Gee thanks,” Marco said with a roll of his green eyes.”
“Ok, so exactly where is this super fancy restaurant? And what makes it such a
big deal”
“The Styx is the most exclusive dining experience in all the realms. Even more
so than Goblin Dogs. You have to make reservations just to make reservations
even if your royalty.”
 
Marco was about to ask when they would be heading out, but Tom beat him to it
by opening the door to the carriage and waiting expectantly for Marco to
follow. Marco stepped out of the Carriage and looked around.
He had only ever been in Tom’s room or in the carriage and had on some level
expected the underworld to look somewhat similar but he was still a bit taken
aback by it all.
Everything was cast in a blazing red or orange glow that threw jagged shadows
over the already jagged looking architecture. Everything looked like it was
carved out of lava, which Marco supposed it more than likely was, considering
just where they were.
Across from where the carriage had stopped was a large spikey building lit by
blue flames. It looked like something out of Greek mythology but a lot more
modern. There was a line of people...er demons outside the door, stretching
clear way down the sidewalk and around to the other side of the street, in
every shape and size but all dressed to the nines.
Marco was instantly nervous. Would Tom’s glamour be good enough to fool these
demons with their sharp fangs, claws and horns and more than likely sharper
eyes?
Tom placed his hand on the small of Marco’s back and led him to the front of
the line. There was no protest. Most of them simply bowed to the demon prince,
but a few cast curious glances at his guest.
“Act like you belong and no one here can tell you anything different. Glare but
not too harshly. Make your eyes cold and your stance aloof but rigid. Like
you’re ready for a fight you know you can win” Tom whispered in his ear.
He was too close, his lips brushing against Marco’s hair. Also when had Tom
pulled him so close? He tried to fallow the demon prince’s instructions. Marco
had always had a fairly open face. It was easy to read his emotions. He tried
to school his features into a look of cold hard indifference.
They had made it to the front of the line and a female demon was at a small
table to greet them. She reminded Marco a bit of a slimmer taller, one-eyed
version of Heckapoo, only instead of flaming red hair, pale skin and a yellow
and orange dress she had slip black hair, pale blue skin white dress blouse and
dark black pencil skirt
“Name,” she said in a silky, snooty voice.
“Thomas Lucitor plus one,” Tom spoke as if he could care less whether she found
his name, on the little book she held, or not
“Your plus one doesn’t look like Princess Star Butterfly.” Said the she-demon
looking Marco over
“That’s because he isn’t.” Tom deadpanned
“Humph! Trouble in paradise with the little princess my lord. I have to say
this one is a rather fetching upgrade over the Mewman.”
“That I am” Marco drawled looking down at his nail which he just noticed were
longer and painted neon green to match his eyes. He didn’t know where it came
from and he felt a little bad for saying it and downing on star like that, but
he had to play the part right?
“Well then right, this way.” Said the she-demon with a raised eyebrow before
turning on her heels and leading them into the restaurant
Tom hadn’t removed his hand from the small of Marco’s back and he was rather
starting to enjoy the warm touch there. Tom leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“Knew you could do it.”
Marco would swear on pain of death and having to fight another round with
Toffee, that he didn’t feel the swelling of pride in his chest. And if he
leaned a little more into tom then, like he said. Pain of death.
The inside of Styx was beautifully foreboding. All along the walls were pillars
of looming skeletons holding up the roof, a fiery blue stream cut right through
the floor, swirling and branching off through the tire place giving the floor
an eerie glow. The theme was noticeably Greek but darker. The tables were small
and intimately lit by balls of blue flame that danced over them and dead grape
vines grew from the center of the ceiling creating personal canopies over each.
The one-eyed she-demon lead them to an area in the back where there were booths
all shrouded by glittering black curtains.
She stopped outside the largest and pulled aside the curtain for them
Marco slid in first on one side and tom on the other.
“Your waiter will be with your shortly.”
“Whatever.” Tom sighed with a roll of his eyes.
The curtain was dropped and they were left in complete silence. They locked
eyes, Tom’s mouth twitched, and Marco’s cheeks puffed and son they were both
laughing.
“I’ve never been so nervous in my life!” The human chuckled with a relieved
sigh
“Right I thought she was going to tell us to get lost. I’ve seen it happen”
“Even with a reservation?”
“Even with a reservation. The Styx is that exclusive. There never any guarantee
you’ll actually get in without some kind of pull. Some of those people in line
have been waiting for years… some for decades.”
Marco whistled and shook his head in disbelief.
The waiter arrived throwing back the current and the human quickly had to
adjust his face back into its cool state of indifference. He was a large oddly
shaped thing with far too many eyes who looked more like he had been poured
into his uniform than anything else.
“Here are your menus my lords. Today’s specialty is a roasted unicorn flank
with a crème corn garnish. The soup of the day is soul chowder, made with fresh
screaming souls from the pit. May I start you off with drinks?”
None of that sounded at all appetizing. If that was the food, then what were
the drinks like?
“I’ll have a diet spider juice and my friend will have the mermaid tears with a
spritz of pixie dust.”
The waiter bowed and let the curtain close
“Mermaid tears?” Marco quizzed.
“I just ordered you the same thing Star normally gets. Don’t worry you’ll love
it.”
“No mermaids or pixie were actually harmed in the making of this drink were
they?”
“Mermaids sale their tears by gallons and pixie’s are vicious killing machines
as you know.”
Marco shrugged in agreement. After that one trip to Pixtopia and learning what
pixie females did to males they married, Marco could safely say he didn’t care
how the pixie dust was harvested.
Opening the menus Marco scanned the list of dishes and grew more concerned by
the moment.
He was no prude when it came to food, especially after becoming friends with
Star. But a lot of things he was looking at seemed to be made from parts of
creatures he had met and befriended through his travels.
“Tom!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just get you the same thing Star usually gets. I know you
don’t want to go eating anything that looks too… familiar
Marco sagged in his seat a bit with relief.
“Don’t demons eat anything…normal?”
Tom rolled all three of his eyes and put down his menu.
“This is normal for us. But yes we do eat some of the same foods humans eat.
These are just specialty dishes kind of like how escargot and stuff are fancy
to human’s cause of their scarcity and decadence, something here. We do have
lava rock ice crème though. You’ll love it. It tastes kind of like a mix of
rocky road and a nutty brownie.”
“So I have to ask. Since I’m technically in hell, are all the things we human
say about demons true?” Marco quizzed messing with his role of silverware
shyly. He didn’t want to offend Tom but he wanted to know. They had talks like
this before. Marco would say something pertaining to how humans see demons and
Tom would laugh and correct him.
“
Oh like the nine levels of hell, Satan is our king and we live to bring havoc
and misery to human, All that?” Tom guessed. Marco nodded.
“Well as far as I know historically speaking, a long ago there was a supreme
demon who fell from someplace that was higher than earth, someplace completely
outside of this realm of reality. He brought with him a host of other creature
like himself. When he awoke in the underworld there were already things called
demons but they were small, sprite-like. More spirit than anything else. Over
time they crossbred and became the demons here today. There are levels to the
underworld but they aren’t here to house the souls of wicked humans. At least
not anymore I guess. We like fucking with humans because you’re all so stupid.
Not you personally, just your entire species. You're easy to lead and easy to
push. A lot of you are also so petty and vain. But we don’t do it because some
great evil lord commands us? No.”
“You’re a demon prince though right? So does that mean you’re related to this
supreme demon?”
“Yes but very distantly. That was so long ago humans didn’t even exist yet.”
“So bad humans who do bad things don’t come here when they die?”
“No Marco or at least they don’t come here specifically as far as I know. The
Underworld is a big place. It’s kind of like asking you to tell me on the spot
about every single part of the United States let alone the entire world.”
Marco nodded content with the information. He held no prejudices against Tom or
the underworld in general but it was good to have any misgiving me might have
had, due to how he was raised, corrected. It didn’t sway his views on religion
or on the afterlife. It just kind of opened his eyes.
Their drinks arrived soon after and Tom made their orders. He got Marco an
artisan vegetarian Pizza, as surprising as that may have been to find they had
pizza. The only difference was, it was made with blood tomatoes and a whole
host of other veggies that sounded oddly gory. Tom assured him underworld
produce was not in fact made from blood and flesh, they simply got their names
from the soul they were grown in and the odd shapes they took.
Their food came out fairly quickly. Marco loved the pizza. They slipped into
easy conversation. Marco asks Tom about the going on in underworld royal court
and found it all just as boring as the things that went on in Star’s court.
Luckily Tom agreed with the statement.
“And then this fifth demon has the nerve to tell my mom and dad that his
actions were a result of their unfair laws. So he backs up the sewage lines.
Filth demons live in the sewers for a reason Marco they are literally made of
shit.”
“Maybe he just thought it was unfair.” Marco tried
“No, what was unfair was the hundreds of filth demons he displaced with his
actions that had to come up into the main streets and then to the castle to
complain. Those poor families and my poor boots! Took us weeks to clean the
streets leading up to the castle cause only filth demons can really get rid of
their filth which is why they chose eons ago to go into the sewers in the first
place!”
Marco laughed at how worked up tom had gotten. Tom laughed too realizing how it
all sounded.
“Shitty demons” Marco chuckled and Tom tried not to laugh harder.
They finished up there food and the bill came out. Marco dove into his wallet
more than willing to pay at least half but Tom stopped him
“Your paper money is no good here Diaz. I got his.”
Tom produced from his pockets a handful of golden and silver coins and poured
them into the waiter’s hand. When the waiter's hand stayed out tom rolled his
eyes.
“Oh yeah I forgot you want a tip”
Tom then hocked a massive fiery luggie into the demon’s hand on top of the cash
before grabbing Marco who stood stunned and leading him out.
“The service wasn’t that bad Tom!” he hissed.
“No, it was amazing all things considered. That which why I gave him a big tip.
High demon spit is like diamonds here Marco.”
Tom opted to show Marco around a bit as they left the Styx. His hand never left
the small of Marco’s back and he never spoke above a whisper, forcing him to
come in close to Marco’s ear just like he had earlier. If there was some small
part of Marco that purred and arched into the contact, he ignores it.
Walking around the underworld wasn’t really any different than walking around
Mewni. People were a lot let informal with Tom than they were with Star. They
merely inclined their heads instead of full nose to the ground bows. They got
ice cream at a small shop owned by a wizen old she-demon. Tom was right it
tasted great.
“So where do from here my prince,” Marco asked bumping shoulders with Tom which
wasn’t hard to do with how close the boy was. They were walking down the long
winding streets of the Lucitor kingdom making their way back to the carriage.
Marco didn’t remember when or how they had gotten so far away from it but he
just chocked that up to not knowing his way around.
“I was thinking of crashing the Midnight Sun Ball actually.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Star will be furious.”
“Exactly.”
“Ok, I’m in. if only to watch her freeze you in another block of ice” Marco
chuckled. Tom feigned a wounded look, stumbling away from Marco in mock
distress.
“My pride Marco. My pride.”
Marco shook his head and walked up to tom. He brushed off the demon’s shoulders
and straightened his tie.
“Pride cometh before the fall.” He chuckled with s a mile as he looked up. Tom
was close. Too close. Their noses were mere inches apart. The smile slipped off
of Marco’s face at the look in the demon’s eyes. Confusion, but something else,
something that looked a lot likes hunger.
“I think it’s a little too late Diaz. I’ve already fallen.”
Marco should turn away. He should move but tom’s eyes were just so intense and
his grip too tight, so wanted. He should Laugh it all off. Make a joke of it
and tell the demon to come on but he couldn’t move. Even as he felt Tom’s hand
returned to the small of his back, heavier than before. Thankfully someone else
made the choice Marco couldn’t make himself
There was a sudden giggle and flash and Tom broke eye contact to stare to their
left. That did it. Marco was free. He stumbled backward out of Tom’s embrace
staring around in a panic. His cheeks felt like they were on fire.
There was a group of what appeared to be teenage girl demons with phones
pointed at them. They ran off as soon as tom turned on them in a searing rage.
What had he been thinking? What had he been about to allow to happen? Tom and
Star were dating. He had almost kissed his best friend’s boyfriend. Weren’t
they supposed to be romantic rivals, both vying for Star’s affection? When had
they crossed this line?
All his panic was dulled into a silent murmur as Tom's hand was back where it
had been and he was now leading him away, towards the carriage which hadn’t
been there only a second ago.
“Come on Marco we have a ball to crash.”
Chapter End Notes
     So here it is. Chapter 2
     was not expecting this to get as much attention as it did
     please fill free to drop a comment and let me know what you think
***** Deal With The Devil *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They didn’t talk about it. Not a word or a single reference and Marco would
have thought it all a dream save he could still feel Tom’s breath on his skin
and the afterimage of those eyes was burned into his retina. It also didn’t
help that Tom set close as they played a round of video games to pass the ride
through dimensions.
Apparent the Midnight Sun Ball was held in a dimension known as Solaria in the
kingdom of Celestia. It was an event that happened every few hundred years or
so and all royals were honor and blood bound to appear, save or course, for
demons, monsters, and for some odd reason the pigeon royal family.
The trip from the underworld to Solaria would be a long one compared to how
quickly they had left Mewni and arrived in the underworld.
This left Marco with nothing but his warring emotions.
Ever since Star and tom had gotten back together there had been some growing
part that had grown to like and understand tom. It was like the closer he and
star grew the less Marco had reason to hate him. They had been on ok terms
beforehand. Marco had dared to even call them kind of sort of uneasy friends.
And even the fight they had gotten into on stump day had held no real animosity
behind it on his part. Though, he hadn’t thought of it at the moment. He had
simply chocked it up to trying to one-up Tom and gain Star’s attention but know
Marco wondered if it had really been star’s attention he had wanted.
He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Tom beat him in their game. His
character was swiftly beheaded and tom jumped up and cheered doing far too many
hip thrust for Marco’s comfort zone. He fell back on the bed in defeat and
groaned more at his own internal dilemma than his loss. Star would probably
tell him he was being stupid and reading too much…OH God Star. He had almost
made out with his best friend’s boyfriend! His best friend's boyfriend had
almost made out with him. Had tom cheated on Star before? Was he really just
some playboy who had roped Marco into his web of desire with his charming smirk
and soothing voice, and stupid sexy horns?
No, he just wouldn’t say anything to Star about it and he would stop all
further contact between them. It was only bro fist and chest bumps from now on!
“Brofist and chest bumps,” Marco said and tom leaned over him
“What?”
“Huh?”
“What are you mumbling about?”
“Nothing.” Marco shrugged trying to seem cool and unbothered even though tom
looking at him was doing weird things to his gut.
“Well, you lost Diaz and we have about 15 more minutes before we arrived. What
can we do in the meantime?”
Marco heard the train of thought Tom’s words had sent on come to a shrieking
halt as the demon trailed a black clawed finger up the exposed skin of Marco’s
belly where his shirt had come untucked.
Marco squealed and rolled away from tom jumping up into a karate stance.
“Calm down karate boy. I keep forgetting how weird humans are about male
intimacy. Always thought you were different, though. “Tom sighed with a roll of
his eyes as he got up and stretched. Marco just blinked dumbly.
“Wait…so you’re just being friendly? “He quizzed relaxing his stance.
“Yeah. What else would I be doing Marco? If it makes you uncomfortable though,
I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
Marco felt like an idiot. Tom wasn’t making the moves on him he was just
being…Friendly. Marco’s parents had raised him to be comfortable with himself
and with others. Hugs and physical affection weren’t weird between himself and
male relatives or even friends.
He had read too much into Tom’s actions and gotten himself worked up into a
whirlwind of emotions. That was a relief. But, then why did he feel this
crushing, shattering disappointment?
He set back on the bed and patted the spot next to him for Tom to take a seat.
The demon prince did so with raised eyebrows but acquiesced.
Marco took a deep breath and laced his and Tom's fingers together and rested
his head on his shoulder.
“Sorry I was weird. I didn’t know this kind of stuff was cool.”
Tom snorted and squeezed Marco’s hand.
Marco could accept this. It wasn’t wrong to want this from Tom. There was no
betrayal to himself or Star in this. But still, the disappointment lingered.
Tom’s fingers were under Marco’s chin and it was the underworld all over again
as he lifted his face so they were eye to eye.
Tom’s eyes were half-lidded and his gaze intense. Marco felt his chest clenched
and his heart started to thunder. The hand that sill held Tom’s was slowly
becoming more and more sweaty.
“It’s more than cool Marco”
The Hispanic boy had to fight down the urge to lean into Tom, to chase after a
kiss that was never meant to be his. Tom suddenly withdrew. Straightening his
jack and slicking back his hair, he stood at the side of the bed arm
outstretched.
“Will you accompany me to this ball, Marco?
Marco nodded dumbly and took Tom’s hand. They were engulfed in flames for a
second and when the inferno died down they were outside a grand glittering
castle the entire thing looked like it was made of crystals and stardust.
Marco stepped back from Tom. He had been a little too close. Their chest had
been touching. He coughed awkwardly and looked around.
It was night but not nighttime like on earth or Mewni. The sky was a dancing
shifting vortex of sparkling galaxies. There were two moons ones white and
other gold and both seemed to have smaller moons in their orbit.
“The dance goes till the sun rises at midnight,” Tom added as though to clear
up any confusion.
He took Marco hand and led him closer to the castle. Marco was surprised they
couldn’t see clear through the thing.
“Tom, if demons aren’t allowed how are we going to get through.”
“I’m still royalty even if I wasn’t invited. To turn me away would be an act of
aggression towards my kingdom. So, even though it rude and taboo for me to be
here. No one can do a good goddamn thing about it.”
“Have demons ever attended this ball?”
“No… never.”
Marco was going more and more uneasy by the second. Not only, were they
crashing a huge royal function they were crashing a huge royal function that
Star was attending. What if they got her in trouble or ruined some big royal
treaty or something. What was tom planning? He wasn’t going to go full demon
lord on this place and get into a huge fight with Star for standing him up, was
he?
There were guards at the gate of the castle. Big guards, in silvery glittering
armor. Marco was almost happy to see them. Well, that was it. The end of the
road. They tried but better to just go home and play video games. Tom had other
ideas, however.
“Hold on to me. Tight” he whispered pulling Marco close. They were chest to
chest again and Tom’s grip was heavy and tight on Marco’s hips. Things around
them started to shift and dim till everything went black. All sound vanished
and Marco felt his heart spike up but Tom’s hand on his hip kept him anchored.
It felt like they were in a fast moving elevator for a second then slowly
things began to shift again. The darkness fading way and little by little sound
returned. Muffled at first, then clear and crisp. They were standing in a
darkened corner of what appeared to be the palace ballroom.
“Shadow walking.” Tom supplied to Macro’s unanswered question.
Marco stared out at the throngs of people flitting around the dancefloor. It
was beautiful. Like something out a Shakespearian play.
The music was light and airy but playful and deep. Couples twirled in dazzling
arrays of colors and hues and glitter like nothing Marco had ever seen before.
“They’re beautiful” he whispered.”
“So are you.”
Marco blushed and stared, wide-eyed at tom for such a forward comment. Tom only
raked his eyes up and down Marco causing the human to follow his gaze.
His outfit had changed again.
He was snow in a black and Prussian blue, off the shoulder tiered flamenco
dress with a high slit up his right thigh.
His legs were clad in a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of black
skull platform heels.
“What the hell Tom?” he hissed turning around. He caught a glimpse of himself
in the mirrored crystal wall of the place where they stood. He noted his hair
was a half updo with a single Prussian blue rose tucked behind his ear. He
lacked the sugar skull like mask/ tattoo he had been given in the underworld
and instead there was a stretch of black lace. The entire outfit still screamed
Day of The Dead but was far more lavish and elegant
“Thought you would want to look the part of royalty.” Tom supplied with a
shrug.
Marco wasn’t objecting to the dress, he had no issue with it honestly but there
was so much on display in it. The slit of the side ran all the way up his
thigh, stopping just under his hip. The off the shoulder frilly sleeves showed
off all his shoulders, neck and a good portion of his chest( without drawing
attention to the back that he was, in fact, flat chested strangely enough), and
even the lace mask left him feeling like far too much of his face was on
display.
“You could have asked me first dude!” Marco huffed.
Tom smirked
“Duly noted for next time now let’s go find Star.”
Tom lopped his arm around Marco’s, straightened his stance, squared his
shoulders and led them into the ball.
Tom’s outfit had changed as well. His shirt was black under a blood red vest.
His suit pants and jacket were black damask roses, and he had traded in his
long skinny black tight for a blood red bowtie. It looked very much like his
outfit from the blood moon ball only…black.
He led Macro out among those gathered around the dance floor watching the
couples. He was the picture of regal grace and poise and Marco tried to present
the same image. Princess training with Star had been paying off.
There were whispers and gasp. There was a demon at the midnight sun ball. Tom
paid none of it any mind. He was formal and polite. Introducing himself as the
prince of the underworld to those closest to them.
Marco could see it, everyone was uncomfortable but no one dared say a single
thing. Tom Held Marco close to him, his arm around his waist. There was secret
joy in Marco because he had never held Star like this. He stomped the though
down, suffocated it and left it for dead and if he relaxed a little into Tom's
arms no one needed to be any the wiser.
The palace was massive and the ballroom was just big. Making their way through
the crowds and throngs of people. They would never find Star in all these
people. Just as Marco was about to voice this to Tom there was the sound of a
bell ringing.
Everyone fell silent and turned their attention to the highest balcony in the
ballroom
Two glowing balls of energy floated in the booth and slowly they took the form
of two … beings. Vaguely humanoid but lacking any real features. Just energy in
the form of two humanoids.
“Welcome friends and honored guest. And even those, not so honored guest.”
Marco wasn’t sure which creature was speaking. Neither moved, simply observed
over the ballroom
Tom growled at the insult and Marco decided he didn’t care for these creatures
or their kingdom.
“Welcome to the midnight sun ball where we celebrate the rising of the midnight
sun! Soon we will begin the dance but first, may we celebrate our special guest
princess Star Butterfly”
Attention was directed to the staircase at the front of the ballroom. There was
at the top of the stairwell was Star looking every bit like her namesake.
She descended the stairs and the picture of royalty but Marco new Star better
than anyone. She was nervous. It was in the slight strain of her smile, the
pulsing to the hearts on her cheeks, the somewhat uneven stride she took.
Tom clutched onto Marco slipping them further into the crowd, blending them
into the sea of faces.
The music picked and people began to couple off. Star was swept up from the
foot of the stairs by a handsome elfish looking man. Tom’s hand felt suddenly
warm on Marco’s back and there was the distant smell of smoke.
“Calm down,” he whispered turning Tom’s face to look down at him.
Tom stared deep into his eyes and calmed a bit.
“After the first dance, each couple is to dance for the rulers of the kingdom
and the special guest. We are going to put on a show for Star”
They meandered in the crowds moving around as not to be seen by Star. Tom
slipped away as Star’s dance another young man stepped up to dance with star.
They twirled and spun around the floor beautifully. As they swept pass Star’s
eyes landed on Marco and he stiffened as her eyes grew wide. She couldn’t know
it was him. Not really. It was just some girl that looked vaguely like him.
By the time she was able to look again he was gone to find Tom.
By the time Marco found Tom the couple dances were coming to a close.
He barely got a chance to ask just where he had slipped off to as he was drug
back into the crowd, just on the outskirts of the dance floor where the last
couple as rapping up
“You know how to dance right? To Tango?”
“Um duh! My Abuela would have killed me if I didn’t.”
“Good then I lead you fallow”
The last couple left the floor and the lights fell dim. There were gasp all
around them
Then suddenly one by one ever torch in the chamber lit with a burning blood red
flame. The crystal chandelier was ablaze with red flames, casting the entire
room in an eerie blood red and shockingly familiar red glow.
When had they gotten to the center of the floor? Tango right. Marco immediately
took the correct stance, kicking out his leg and Tom raised his hand above his
head, gripping Marco by the wrist.
The gasping and murmurs had died down. for one single moment, they were the
center of attention and Marco was hyper-aware that somewhere in this circle was
Star. He could almost feel her eyes boring into him.
The music started suddenly, a completely different type than the soothing
classical that had been playing moment ago.
 
Come on baby listen there's some things you ought to know
I've looked up how this love plays out and where it's gonna go
Don't tell me that I'm different or that you could try to show me
Other ways to go about it
I already know
This is a relationship in which I make a sacrifice
You take the cut and split it up and leave the body paralyzed Unable to break
free of it till it's too late to realize
But that's just what you've gotta do
You take the ride
You pay the price
Marco fell into it easy. He had danced with his mom and grandmother numerous
times and was pretty light on his feet, (in the manliest way possible of
course) he had even danced with his dad a few times so he didn’t mind playing
the female role in this. But this was nothing like it had been with his parents
or grandmother. This was intense. Tom was rough with Marco. Dipping and,
swinging him with demandingly. The moves were also different. Marco fought
back. Stole the lead as he spun out, daring the demon to come retrieve him. Tom
only smirked.
So that’s how he wanted. This wasn’t just a dance. It was just like everything
else about them. It was catch and release, tease and retaliate, snip and snap.
 Hey
What do you want me to say?
Tell me
I already gave you everything you want
Now give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
Oh
What do you want me to be?
Show me
Cause I wanna give you everything you want
Just give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
He was yanked back into Tom, leg drawn upon the demon’s hip revealing his thigh
as the dress fell away. Tom clutched him there dipping him back and Marco
gasped aloud. The straightened and Marco found his back to tom’s chest as they
moved forward. Their every movement was in perfect sync. It was almost like
they had rehearsed.
It reminded Marco of the whole Love Sentence episode. How their voices had
mingled so well even if they were a bit off key.
 For forty days and forty nights you worked it to seduce me
I'd listen to the lyrics of your song cause they amused me
The sing-along did not last long
It started to reduce me to a puppet on the shelf just screaming
"Puppetmaster choose me!"
So come on baby
Come on love me like a Kamikaze
We'll go down in flames together
Light it up like paparazzi calling out my name
The fame
The flames
They're all one and the same
So sign me up to love you
Cause I'm ready for the game
Tom dipped Marco again this time by his neck as Marco kicked his leg out high
in the air. Inches from the ground Tom brought him back up in a possessive
clutch to his chest. His eyes were ablaze and the flame was trailing each
footstep. Marco lost himself. That train he had derailed long ago had returned
from the dead carrying all those thoughts he had tried to smother and snuff
out. They were angry and were about to go full poltergeist. Marco ground his
upward into Tom as he was pressed into him. The demon only growl in approval as
he spun them around the dance floor
 
 Hey
What do you want me to say?
Tell me
I already gave you everything you want
Now give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
Oh
What do you want me to be?
Show me
Cause I wanna give you everything you want
Just give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
This wasn’t just a fought for dominance between them anymore. This was their
usual childish teasing. There was an edge and a bite to every move and every
returning move. Marco teased Tom with every roll of his hips and press of his
hand. He bore his throat to the demon and dared him to make a move. Tom
answered in kind, matching every grind with thrust and every hand press with a
hot grip. To everyone else watching they were just dancing. But Marco was hot
and needy now. Tom held that look in his eyes that said something to him he
couldn’t place. It was something wild and animalistic. It sent a chill down
Marco's spine and a bit of fear tittered around his heart but the good kind of
fear, the kind that came from riding a roller-coaster or looking over a balcony
form the top floor of a skyscraper.
He could feel tom under the layer so of his dress where they pressed together.
Was it not for the tightness of his pants and whatever Marco wore under his
dress he was sure they would be putting on a far more noticeable display.
 Sign on the line
Make a deal with the Devil
Make a deal with the Devil in blood
 Sign on the line
Make a deal with the Devil
Make a deal with the Devil in blood
I know your love is bad
But I want it all
 They slipped part and circled each other like wolves. The floor was an inferno
of fire around them but Marco was unbothered. He forgot about it all. There was
only he and Tom and this thing, this dance. How would it end? Marco was
desperate to find out. Something in him was coiled tight and coiling tighter
with each moment. It was going to either break or release and it would the
entire demon’s fault. He wanted to be the reason Tom broke, the release to
whatever was coiling up inside of him.
The beat dropped with the bridge and he was back in tom’s arms hands above his
head as the demon’s fingers traced down the curves of his body, all the way
down to his feet before standing back up
 Hey
What do you want me to say?
Tell me
I already gave you everything you want
Now give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
Oh
What do you want me to be?
Show me
Cause I wanna give you everything you want
Just give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
They were nearing an end. Neither of them had broken a sweat but other things
had been broken. Whatever walls Marco had erected, whatever safe haven he had
built between him and the ugly dark and needy thought he ha tried to ignore.
They walls were down, the train was coming and Tom was the conductor. Marco
could only wait for the collision. That thing that had coiled up in him had
grown fangs and was ready to strike, ready to break. Ready to release.
 Hey
What do you want me to say?
Tell me
I already gave you everything you want
Now give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
Oh
What do you want me to be?
Show me
Cause I wanna give you everything you want
Just give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
 
 <Hey
What do you want me to say?
Tell me
I already gave you everything you want
Now give me everything I need
I've got a soul for sale
A soul for sale
 Tom picked him up under his thigh and Marco hooked his leg around the demon
torso as he was dipped backward then spun again easily let down on to his
knees, wrist clutched almost bruisingly tight in Tom’s grip. H was pulled up
yanked ingot the demon’s chest and dipped one final time tom lips gracing the
bearskin that peaked out from the ruffles of the dress. Marco moaned out
feeling the vibrations of the demon growling above him, his claws digging into
Marco’s thigh and side.
The release never came. The coils feeling died down to something burning and
hot sitting squarely in Marco’s gut. But they had broken something. Something
had broken in both of them. Marco could tell as he was brought back up to a
standing position, Tom’s hands gripping his hips. Their chests were heaving,
foreheads resting together as they stared into each other eye.
Then came applause and their private world was shattered.
Tom let Marco go and stepped back away from him. His eyes suddenly fixed on a
spot over Marco’s shoulder. His face was somber and worried but there but above
all triumphant, He bowed and Marco turned to do the same.
He chanced a look up to see just who they were bowing too and locked eyes with
Star.
Chapter End Notes
     Ok so writing a dance scene is really hard.
     I have never tangoed before and had no real idea how to describe the
     movements even after watching, like 50 videos on youtube.
     so if the dance scenes seem a little rough and weirdly written I'm so
     sorry.
     I tried to focus more on the energy and the emotion Marco is feeling
     so let me know what you guys think. Please leave a comment and drop
     me some nice juicy Kudos while you're at it.
     faves keep my encouraged to do more
***** Hi, This is My Boyfreind and His Girlfreind *****
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Marco waited in the couch as Star and Tom argued outside. There were no magical
blasts or fire from what he could hear so he would count that as a win. He was
sure star was going to kill them both. Marco she was just going to do it
slowly. He had been a fool to agree to any of this then the dance, oh god what
had he been thinking. From star’s point of view it must have looked like Marco
was just all over her boyfriend. He must have looked like some homeworking
floozy and that was only if she hadn’t realized it was in fact Marco who had
been dancing with tom. She would feel so betrayed. Marco slumped into Tom’s
game chair, head in his hands. This was such a stupid idea. Why had he gone
along with it? Oh yeah because He Marco Diaz had been harboring a secret crush
on his best friend’s boyfriend. It was easier to admit it to himself now.
Everything had been drawn out with that dance and Marco just didn’t have the
energy to rebuild the walls he had put up, to reconstruct the train tracks. His
train of thought would have to be completely rebuilt at this point and all
those errant desires and hidden feeling were running around loose in his head.
Things could never go back to the way they were and the funny part was that he
was certain tom wasn’t even aware that Marco had feeling for him.
Suddenly the door to the couch opened and Tom stepped in looking a little
miffed.
Marco was immediately on his feet a thousand questions flying out his mouth at
once.
“Calm down Diaz” Tom hushed stirring the panicking human back to the game
chair.
“Star ship says I am to take you right home and wait for her there. She will
“deal” with us when she get back” said tom putting deal in air quotes.
That did not thing to settle Marco’s raging mind.
“Oh gawd this is horrible. She is going to be so mad at me.”
“At you? This is both our prank Marco. She’s just as mad at me. More so.”
“No you don’t get it! I…you… me we”
Marco was at a loss for words and Tom merely raised his eyebrow
Marco slumped. It was now or never.
“Tom…I like you.” The defeat in his voice was heart wrenching. With those words
the last shreds of everything he had been trying to hide were burned away.
Tom set next to Marco bumping shoulders with him.
“Aww I like you too Marco.” He joked, smile wide and comforting but he wasn’t
getting it.
“No. you’re not hearing me dudes. I like you. Like, like you the way star likes
you and the way you like her.”
Tom just blinked his face unreadable.
“All this, the Styx, the dance, all of it I tried so hard not to you but
somewhere along the line I just kind of fell for you and that why star is going
to hate me. You’re going to hate me.”
“Marco” tom tried but Marco was on a roll and there was no stopping him now. He
had to say all of this even if it killed him.
“I knew on some level how I felt for you but I just ignored it. God I’m so
stupid. I should have never agreed to come along on this date. God even calling
it a date is just as bad. I’m a horrible friend. Stupid! Stupid! stupid!
Marco wasn’t crying. Not really. There were no tears in his eyes, just defeat
and hurt in his voice.
Suddenly he was slammed into the far wall of the carriage.
Tom was staring at him, eyes glowing fiery red and mouth drawn in a serious
frown. Marco didn’t even fight back. He had expected something along this line
the moment he confessed. He had ruined his friendship with Tom and once tom
told star their friendship would be over as well. He better pack his things
once he got back to the castle, which was if there was anything left of him
once Tom was through.
Tom’s fist where twisted in the ruffles of the dress Marco was still wearing,
holding Marco up like a rag doll.
“Marco you’re a fucking idiot!” Tom swore his voice echoing and deep.”
“I could never and will never hate you.”
The human’s eyes widened, focusing on Tom who was still staring at him with
fiery eyes but there was a slight smile on his face.
Before Marco could think of anything to say he was yanked down and found his
lips pressed to Toms. It was crazy. It was like drinking water after a trek
through Death Valley. He was thirsty for Tom in ways he never imagines and
consumed the kiss like spring water. The demon’s lips were warm, but soft, his
tongue was a like a hot poker against Marco’s lips begging for entrance into
his own mouth. Marco gave it willing and greedily. He sucked on Tom’s tongue
wrestled it with his own. Inside the demon’s mouth was arid and hot but Marco
didn’t mind the heat. He ran his tongue over Tom’s fangs drawing blood.
Tom growled clutching Marco to him, lifting his legs up around his waist.
Marco moaned into the demon’s mouth feeling his hardness press against his own
through the tight mesh shorts he was wearing under the dress.
Tom ran his free hand up Marco’s neck and into his hair then yanked hard enough
for Marco to wince and release his lips. He couldn’t complain for long though
as he felt Tom’s mouth clasp down onto the junction between his neck and
shoulder, fangs grazing skin as he sucked and nibbled at the caramel brown
flesh.
Marco keened clutching at him, rutting against him. He could feel himself
leaking through his shorts hard and desperate for friction and feeling tom just
as hard and desperately grinding against him made it all the better.
Tom’s hand clutching his hip under the hiked up skirt would leave bruises or
burns or both but Marco didn’t mind. He was so starved for this.
Suddenly the carriage rocked forward. They had stopped. Tom pulled away from
mark but didn’t let him go.
“We should head up to the castle. Star will be back soon.” He breathed, tongue
darting out to lick at Marco’s nose.
He let him down, unwrapping his legs from around his waist. They were both a
bit disheveled and breathing heavy. Marco was sure his lipstick was smeared and
his eyeliner smudged.
They didn’t move for a long time just stood there staring at each other, chest
heavy as they tried to regain their breath. Marco’s mind was silent,
deafeningly so. All he could thing about was how much he wanted Tom to throw
him on the bed, the floor, hell the game chair and do things to him he had
never really entertained or thought of.
Tom smoothed out his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair, then held
out his hand for Marco.
They left the carriage and the moment Marco’s foot touched the ground, there
was a whoosh of hot air and he was back in his normal clothes…or at least the
once he had originally been wearing when he left to meet Tom.
Standing there, staring up at the castle, Marco’s silent mind began to scream
and panic. It was mad house in there by the time they made it to the front
steps.
He’d made out with his best friends boyfriend. They grinded and touched and
moaned. Star was going to kill him. He was a horrible friend. This was all his
fault.
Almost reading this thoughts tom pressed a single kiss to his lips and smirked.
“Calm down Diaz. It’s really not a big deal.”
Before Marco could stutter out a response they were walking out the carriage
and up to the gates of the castle.
The wait for Star to show up seemed so long but it was honestly only a hour or
so. Marco spent most of it with as much space between himself and Tom as he
could.
When star walked into his room arms folded over her chest Marco nearly threw
himself out the window.
“Ok you two talk.”
Tom smirked and opened his mouth to speak but Marco beat him to it
“STARI’MSOSORRYIDONTKNOWWHATCAMEVERMEBUTITHINKIREALLYREALLYLIKETOMANDIKNOWIMAHORRIBLEFREINDBUTPLEASEDONTHATEMEICOULDNTLIVEIWHTMYSELFIFYOUHATEDMEBUTICANTGOABCKTOTHINGBEINGHOWTHEYWERE!”
It all came pouring out his mouth in one breath and both star and tom just
stared at him. Marco waited for the yelling, the crying. Waited for the blast
of magic that would bring him unspeakable pain but nothing ever game. There was
a snort, then a chuckle, then laughing.
Marco opened his eyes and stared at Star and Tom who were laughing their
respective asses off.
“Wait…did I miss something?” Marco asked floored.
Star tried to regain her composure.
“Marco I don’t care that you like tom or that he even likes you.”
“But he’s your boyfriend.”
“And you’re my best friend in the whole universe and beyond Marco. If Tom makes
you happy, then that’s fine with me.”
“Wait what! But I thought...”
“Told you Mewni and the underworld aren’t like earth Diaz.” Tom added. He got
up and went over to star first leaning in and kissing her on the lips, then
turned and strolled over to Marco in a way that had his pants tightening and
planted the same light kiss on his lips.
“Demons usually take more than one lover. Mom had like 4 and dad’s fine with it
and mewman don’t frown on extended coupling as long as it’s discussed. Right
Starship.”
Star nodded cheeks red and a smile on her lips, her eyes all starry like she
got when she used to look at Oskar Greason.
“This is soooo cute”
“So you’re not mad?” Marco hedged
“Well duh I’m mad Marco!” star sighed with a roll of her eyes.
“you two show up at the ball and completely upstaged me with that little dance
first of all, then pony head blows up my phone accusing tom of cheating on me
with some demon kid, you once again I assume”
“Wait what!” Tom said walking over to Star who was waving her mirror phone
around to show all the messages she from Ponyhead. Marco looked d over his
shoulder as tom grabbed the phone. Sure enough
There was a picture of tom and Marco in the underworld walking back to the
carriage and looked little too intimate. Apparently those demon girls had taken
more than a few and posted them to a blog.
“If I hadn’t recognized that outfit tom had you in and the beauty mark on your
cheek Marco I would have completely lost it but I was still mad because I felt
so left out of the loop.”
Marco just gaped at her as Tom glared at the pictures on the mirror.
“I have so much damaged control to do when I get back. Damn kids!” he hiss,
skin smoking a bit.
“Mom and dad haven’t even met you yet! Dad is going to be so annoyed I didn’t
tell him I had a boyfriend and mom she’s going to be all…loving and supportive
ugh!”
This was too much too fast. Marco slumped down on his bed and just looked at
them both.
Where had all this come from? Was this Marco’s life now?
“What the fuck” Marco breathed out.
Tom set on his left and Star on his right
“Marco is fine. No one is mad. It’s funny really” Star said with a chuckle.
“Yeah we were kind of expecting it honestly.” Said Tom resting his chin on
Marco’s shoulder.
“What?”
“Well after the blood moon ball, you and star were pretty much soul bound. The
more star forgave me and her feeling grew for me, your shifted too?” said Tom
with a shrug playing with the hem of Marco’s sweater vest.
“Wait so I just feel this way because star likes you too?”
“No. how you feel is all you our emotions just kind of sync up. I think there
was always some part of you that found Tom attractive and liked him but it was
just deep down. you guys getting over your issues with each other and you
growing to see him as a friend made those feeling stronger. Me and tom’s
relationship just kind of pushed it.” Star said
“I feel like you guys have talk about this more than a bit” Marco sighed but
the tension was out his shoulder and he was lacing his fingers with Tom’s as he
leaned into Star.
“Yeah a couple times. Caught you staring at tom’s ass once and I mentioned.
What did you say when I told you tom?”
“It’s only fair because I stare at his all the time.”
Marco blushed but didn’t feel embarrassed. As a matter of he felt better than
he had in a while.
Star stood up smoothing out her dress and stared down at them with a huge
smile, practically vibrating with excitement.
“This is soooo amazing! My best friend and my boyfriend. I can’t wait to tell
Ponyhead! Ok I’m going to leave you guys alone for a bit and then we can all go
out for dinner.”
With that star hurried out of Marco’s room with excited giggles and squeals.
Marco looked at Tom who was staring at him, chin still resting on his shoulder.
“So you stare at my butt?”
“Kind of hard not to. It’s a nice butt.”
They stared at each other for a minute then began to laugh falling back onto
the bed.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy New Year!
     late as hell but still the sentiment is, all the same, lol
     sorry for such a short chapter but I just wanted to get something out
     for you guys
     there is more to come, next chapter will more than likely be nothing
     but smut lol
     then Marco meets the parents.
***** wish fulfillment *****
Chapter Notes
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The ceiling of Tom’s carriage was impossibly high. Marco had never really
noticed how much so.
It had been weeks since Marco and tom started dating. Things had worked out
surprisingly well. Tom and star still went on dates and did couple-y thing. But
Marco found now that he was dating tom too that twinge of anger and bitterness
he had felt before was gone. He and Star had seemed grow closer and Marco
couldn’t be happier.
He was currently laying on his back the on pull out love seat clutching at Tom,
who had his face buried in Marco’s neck, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the
carriage as he moaned.
“You’re going to leave a mark” Marco whined but made no show of pushing Tom
away.
“Then everyone will know.”
“Know what? That your mine?” Tom said. Marco could hear him smirking against
his throat.
“Good!” the growl sent shivers down Marco’s spine. Tom opened his mouth and bit
down hard just below Marco’s Adams apple causing the human to cry out, legs and
arms tightening around the demon on top of him.
Tom pulled away and looked down at his handiwork.
Marco was a disheveled mess, hair mussed, eyes blown so wide all the chocolate
brown had been swallowed up by the black of his pupil. His neck was a patchwork
of red hickey but Tom’s pride had to be the bite marks that littered his neck
and throat. The newest one still bleeding fresh and free, streaming down in
tiny lines into Marco’s hoodie and staining the collar of the white shirt
beneath.
He could never do anything like this with Star. Not that either of them didn’t
want to but star had an image that as important at princess of Mewni.
Marco had no such obligations and welcomed Tom’s rough treatment with
eagerness.
Just looking down at him, spread out like this, had Tom palming himself through
his already tight pants.
Tom rolled off of Marco to lay beside him, panting alongside his boyfriend.
“If we don’t stop, I’ll end up doing something bad.” Tom chuckled turning his
head to the left to look at Marco.
“Bad like what?” he asked rolling over onto his stomach to stare back at Tom
with a smirk.
“Bad like sending you back to Star…to brag about losing your virginity before
she did.”
Marco blushed, eyes going wide.
“You mean like you want to…do it.”
Tom chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“What are we? In grade school Diaz? Yes I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you
till you forget your name, till you can’t stand. I want you so bad it hurts.”
Tom snatched Marco hand over to himself and pressed it against his crotch.
“You feel that? That is because of you and your stupid mole. It’s because of
your dumb hair and the fact that you smell like cinnamon and oranges. It’s
because the way you moan my name, and never tell me to stop, which you better
start doing soon or I I’ll ruin you in the best possible fucking way.”
Tom was angry or at least annoyed. His eyes were a blaze and smoke was coming
off his shoulders.
Marco hadn’t moved his hand away from Tom’s crotch. Instead he squeezed a bit
admiring the girth and size in his hand. He wasn’t small or anything himself
but Tom was solid and hot and felt thicker.
The demon growled under Marco’s touch, his other hand whipping out to still
Marco's.
“Marco seriously! we keep this up and I won’t be able to stop.” Tom warned eyes
still fiery and hard.
Marco huffed and rolled his eyes and stood up to pull off his hoodie, then
pushed Tom roughly pushed Tom back onto the pullout.
“I never told you, you had to stop.” Marco growled straddling Tom’s waist and
grinding himself down on the demon.
“You feel that? That’s what you do to me. Those stupid horns and those dumb
three eyes of yours. The way you don’t treat me like I’m just the fragile
human. So don’t start now. Don’t stop yourself on my account. I can take
whatever you got demon boy”
“I’m going to make your regret what you said Diaz, in the best possible way.”
Tom flipped them so Marco was beneath him. Running a single long black nail
down the center of Marco’s shirt be burned away the white shirt revealing the
beautiful flesh beneath. With no preamble the demon lowered his mouth to latch
onto one of the dusty pink nipples beneath him, one hand working at the other
as his unoccupied hand made short work of the jeans Marco wore, burning them
away as well, leaving Marco bare in only his boxer briefs.
Marco threw back head letting out a gasp. He clutched at the sheets with one
hand and the back of Tom’s shirt with the other. He let Tom’s name slip from
his lips in a low needy sigh that had the demon prince staring up at him with
fiery burning eyes.
His free hand that had been clutching Marco’s hip, moved to tightly grasp his
hard cock.
Marco threw his head back gasping. It was nothing like touching himself. Tom’s
grip was tight and suffocatingly hot and he never wanted it to stop.
“Say it again.” Tom breathed grip tightening a bit around Marco as he gave a
searing slow upward tug.
Marco wanted to ask what tom meant but all that left his mouth was Tom’s name
in a long breathy moan.
Tom buried his face in the crook between Marco’s neck and shoulder, nibbling
and nipping at the skin there as he stroked Marco’s length in long, slow
strokes that had the boy whimpering under him.
“Keep saying my name.” Tom growled low in Marco’s ear.
Marco bucked upward against his hand and tom gripped his hip roughly pushing it
down.
“Eager little slut aren’t we Diaz?”
Marco wanted to be offended, but something about the way Tom called him a slut
had him throbbing in the prince’s tight fist. So instead of retort he settled
for a frustrated huff and an angry scowl.
“Don’t worry Marco’s I’ll take good care of you. Just keep saying me name.”
Tom slid down the expanse of Marco’s torso littering his kin with kisses,
hickeys, and bites. Pain and pleasure fucking each other into a blur of
heightened sensation. Some defiant part of Marco’s brain, the part that tom
could always rile up without fail, considered ignoring the demon’s request.
Keeping his mouth clamped tight and not giving him the satisfaction of hearing
Marco wantonly crying out his name. That was until he felt hot breath on the
leaking head of his cock.
Marco looked own to find tom hovering over his member. His mouth was open and
his eyes locked on Marco’s as he breathed out, breath hot and humid on the
sensitive length of flesh.
Marco watched tom watching him as she slowly dragged his tongue from the base
of his dick to the head.
“Tom!” He moaned out, fisting the sheets.
Slowly tom kissed and licked up and down Marco’s flesh before taking him into
his mouth. It was sweltering and wet and it felt so good. Marco chanted Tom’s
name over and over head thrown back body arching off the bed. He gripped Tom’s
horns in his hand for something, anything to hold on to. The demon let out a
low growl that vibrated around Marco. It made him beg. For what he wasn’t sure.
For more?
For Tom to go faster?
To sucker harder?
Marco didn’t know what exactly he wanted more of but he wanted more and tom was
all too eager to give it.
Gripping Marco’s hips tight and rough enough that he knew his fingerprints
would be left there for day, his stopped the boy from humping up into the
cavernous wet heat of his mouth and set a quick pace. Head bobbing up and down
with ease and skill. It made Marco wonder how many other guys had gotten this
treatment from tom and something ugly and green seared up in him. He tugged Tom
up by his horns so that only the head of his dick was resting against his lips
in obscene display.
It was almost like tom could read the heat behind Marco’s eyes and smirked
around his throbbing cockhead.
“Don’t worry Marco. You only have to share me with star. Yours is the first and
only dick I want in my mouth.”
He wanted to argue but some had yanked his head back down, swallowing Marco
balls deep. His eyes still fixed on the human beneath him as though challenging
him to deny him what they both wanted. Marco lost the fight and slumped back
down, hands still gripping tom’s horns tightly. It seemed to go on forever, Tom
switching from quick and tight to loose and frustratingly slow till Marco
thought he’d go insane and just as he got close to the edge tom pulled way and
flipped him over roughly onto his stomach. He was confused for a moment and
wanted to argue with Tom. Like wtf Tom? Why would he flip him on to his?...
Then he felt Tom’s hands kneading his ass cheeks. Pulling them apart and
messaging them.
“You really do have a nice ass Marco. Perky and thick.”
Marco had never had his ass played with before. Beside Janna slapping or
pitching it every so often. This is different. This was bare hands on his bare
ass
Marco stilled, tensing and tom withdrew a bit.
“What’s wrong, am I…going too fast.” He asked, concern lacing each worth and
making Marco instantly try and relax.
“No.. I mean yes. Just a bit. It’s just that…I’ve never…done this.”
Tom draped his body over Marco’s turning his head to the side so he could look
at him.
“We can stop if you want. You can roll over and I can just give you a hell of a
blowjob.”
“No! I want to. Like I’ve drilled a hole into the mattress with how hard I am.
I’m just kind of scared. I’ve never had anything you know go in there.”
Marco sighed, indicating his butt with a little wiggle.
“I’m afraid it’s going to hurt. Or that…it will get messy.”
Tom was silent for a bit, laying half draped over Marco and studding him. Then
he sighed.
“I’m not going to lie. Its going to hurt, and its really a different feeling
than anything you’ve ever experienced. As for messy, you don’t have to worry
about that part really.
“But…what about.”
“There are spells for stuff like this Marco. Demons have been fucking with
humans both figuratively and literally for eons. Don’t you think we come
prepared?”
Tom set up and went back to his position above Marco’s backside.
“First I’ll take care of the mess, if there is any.”
Tom, press his hand on this mall of Marco’s back and inclined the other one
under him to press into his stomach , fingers grazing over his leaking cock,
playfully before settling firmly on his stomach.
Marco pushed up on his elbow and tried look over his back down at Tom as a warm
feeling began spreading through his stomach that quickly turned a bit cold but
not unpleasant. It felt like something was filling him up, deep inside. He
could almost fill it guts distended and his stomach bulging a bit. He felt so
full and was about the protest but as quickly as it happened it was over.
Marco was left feeling… empty. It was strange. He’d never felt anything like
it.
“Now just lay down. Relax. I’ll make sure your nice and lubed up.”
Marco expected for tom to get up and head to get the lube, to hear the sound of
a bottle snapping out or something what he wasn’t expecting was the firm grip
on both his cheeks as they were pulled apart and the hot breath and wet tongue
of a demon on his most intimate place.
A lot of things ran through Marco’s but all of it was drowned out by racking
pleasure.
He mewled like a cat in heat racking up his hips to give the demon’s roving
tongue better access.
Tom chuckled deep in his chest the sound Marco was making. He never thought the
kid known as the safe one would put on such a slutty display, hips and ass in
the air, chest flat against the bed, legs spread and dick leaking into tom’s
nice red sheets.
Seeing Marco’s hole on display like this. Pink and shivering under the heat of
his breath. There was no preamble, no time for romance with Marco positioned so
needy and wanton beneath him. Tom dove him kissing, licking and sucking at
Marco’s ass. He drove his tongue into the quivering hole smirking at how Marco
jolted a bit at feeling just long tom’s tongue was.
He mewled and moaned, tossing his head from side and clutching at the sheets
beneath him. At one point he reached for his dripping cock and tom batted his
hand away. With a deep angry growl and angry nip at Marco’s left cheek Tom
lifted his face between the glorious caramel globes.
“Don’t want you getting off till I’m inside you.”
Marco moaned again, Tom’s name never sounded so pretty and hypnotic as it did
coming out of Marco’s mouth like that. It was like a siren’s song and tom was
drowning. He plunged back into the boy’s ass, licking and rimming like a man
processed. His grip on Marco’s canted hips bruising and positive.
He could have done it for hours. Rimming Marco and getting his hole nice and
wet, but he needed more. He needed to be inside him.
Pulling away he pressed his hand down on the small of Marco’s back, loving how
Macro, who was a bit to blissed out and whining at the loss of tom’s tongue,
had magically fallen into the perfect position.
His pants had long ago been inched away and piled on the floor. He’d been
rutting against the best the entire time he ate out his lover.
Inching his briefs in one swift motion and knelt behind Marco raking his nails
softly up his spine and running them into his hair.
“Relax and push out a bit.” He purred into the brunette’s ear.
“I’ll be gentle for as long as I can.”
Marco nodded, biting his lips and closing his eyes. He wanted to be nervous but
nothing Tom had done had hurt him yet. He wanted this. Needed it like h needed
water. All the foreplay had been done on the ballroom floor at The Midnight Sun
Ball. There was nothing else that needed to be said or done. Marco was ready.
Tom pressed the throbbing purple head of his dick to Marco and bot moaned
softly, the sound somewhere between anticipation and satisfaction.
“Ok I’m going to push in a bit.”
Marco nodded, his breath caught too deep in his throat to respond verbally.
Tom inched forward and sunk into moist warm heat with little to no resistance.
Marco hissed a bit, breath catching. Tom felt too thick and that was only the
head. It was like having a hot rod pressed into him burning him in only the
most beautiful way
It went on forever; tom inching a bit at a time and stopping for Marco to
adjust but Marco knew they tom wasn’t even half way in.
“Just do it Tom.”
“No I don’t want to hurt you.
“Damnit Tom just fucking do it! I can’t take it!” it was like teetering on the
edge of a cliff but never being able to make the plunge.
“Fuck me!” Marco moaned and tom couldn’t do anything but oblige that lusting
sound that was the siren song Marco held over him.
Eyes blazing and grip tight tom slammed his hips forward burring himself in
Marco to the hilt.
Marco screamed high and keening. Tom couldn’t stop now. He withdrew slowly only
once, almost pulling completely out, before plunging back in.
Marco moaned and panted his name over and over. He reached back and gripped
Tom’s thigh and for a moment he though the boy wanted to push him way and
slowed his assault but Marco just needed something to hold on to.
Yes it hurt, it burned and stung, but Marco had never know anything like it.
Feeling so full, so full of Tom, of his cock, knowing it was the demon that was
finally inside him.
He wanted more. He never wanted it stop and stubbornly slow the pain faded even
if only a bit.
Tom set a dizzying pace rapidly pounding into Marco ferocious and savage
loosing himself in the suffocatingly tight grip of Marco.
“Tom! Tom! Oh my god. Ruin me! Fuck me!” Marco moaned
Tom tucked his hand under Marco and lifted him so they were both on their
knees, turning his head to press a searing kiss to that filthy mouth.
Marco could only focus on kissing Tom back, and thrusting back to meet each
thrust. His mind as a fog and all he could think was how full he felt. How full
of Tom he was how he had tome deep inside of him and he never wanted it to
stop.
Tom pushed Marco down and maneuver him onto his back, legs through over his
bare shoulders never ones breaking his stride or even so much as sliding out of
Marco.
Marco was beautiful below him, eyes blown wide and edged in tears, hair a mess,
and his body glistening in a light sheen of sweat. His dick, hard and dripping
nonstop. clear preadolescence collecting in the dip of his bellybutton.
Marco panted and moaned begging for Tom not to stop. Tom had no intention of
stopping in the first place but was happy to give Marco what he wanted. he
drove his hips down harshly and the boy beneath him screamed arching his back
off the mattress. Tom did it again and again till Marco was clutching at his
shoulders, blunt nails digging into lavender tinted skin.
He alternated between slow and fast, finally having opened Marco up enough with
his earlier onslaught to not be driven too crazy by the tightness but each time
he looked down at the mess he was turning Marco into he had to speed up.
Marco could take the beating and give back just as good.
The scratches and bruising clutches he gave Tom would match the ones Tom gave
him.
Still tom tried to keep a steady pace, to draw it out for as long as he could.
To wring every bit of pleasure he could out of Marco. Hitting that little
bundle of nerves inside the boy and slightly pass it it with each inward
thrust, only to drag the the slightly scaled underside of his dick across it
with each outward pull of his hips.
But Marco was making it hard.
He was so debouched below him, completely fucked out of his mind. Gone was the
safe kid. Tom had created a beast. God if only he were a demon. The fun they
could have then.
Marco threw back his head and moaned as Tom unconsciously sped up at the
thought of how much more he could do to Marco were he a demon as well.
“TOM!” he cried out.
Marco grabbed tom by the horns and brought his face down, mashing their lips
together in a heated kiss. The demon sped up a bit more, humping away like a
dog in heat.
“You’re so tight Marco I can’t stand it.”
“I want you to cum in me” Marco blurted out and Tom moaned low in his throat.
“Keep talking like that and you’ll get your wish Diaz” he panted.
Marco pressed his lips to tom’s pointed ear and whispered
“Do it, Hazme tu puta.”
Tom shivered. He didn’t speak Spanish all that well but it sounded sooo sexy
Rolling off Marco’s tongue.
“what does that even mean”
“Make me your bitch!” Marco moaned but his eyes never wavered from tom’s
The demon growled low blazing eyes boring into Marco’s very soul.
But the human did not back down.
“make me yours” he pressed.
Tom gripped Marco's hip hard and burning and tangled his fingers in the sable
Brown locks of Macro's hair.
“say it again” he said, voice serious and heated.
“Make me yours”
Tom’s hip flew, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with Marco
breathless please and moans.
The hand on his hips left to grip at his weeping member and Marco jerked his
hips up into the tight hot grip.
“cum for me.”
Tom growled and Marco cried out unable to do anything else as he covered Tom’s
still pumping fist. Tom gripped him a tighter and kept stroking away as he
drove his dick over and over into Marco's prostate, feeling him tense and
tighten around him. it was all it took to drive Tom over the edge. with a final
bruising thrust he came. Every torch in the carriage exploded. the heat was
stifling. Marco could feel himself being filled in a way he never thought
possible. he was so warm inside and growing hotter by the second. he clutched
to Tom ignoring the the flames that dance along his skin. he rode out Tom
orgasm till he thought he would explode with how full his gut was as the demon
growled and gasped in his ear.
finally. Finally, time relaxed, collapsing forward onto Marco with a deep sigh
and a last full body shiver that ran down his smile and into Marco.
The ceiling really was higher than Marco though was possible for the inside of
a carriage. Staring up at the red canvas as he carded his fingers through Tom's
hair, who still laid buried deep inside him, his dick letting off weaker and
weaker spurts.
Marco didn't dare look down at himself. he was more than sure he was a sweaty
bruised, scratched up mess. he also didn't want to see just how distended his
stomach was.
but of course tom would draw attention to by running his hand along Marco's
belly.
"That tickles! Stop!" Marco giggled swatting away the demon prince's hand.
"just admiring my handy work." tom teased finally pushing himself up to look
down at Marco.
"didn't know demon's came so much. i bet i look pregnant." Marco groaned
throwing an arm over his face.
gave an interested but halfhearted thrust forward that had him moaning.
"You gotta stop saying things like that Diaz or I'll have to start fucking you
again."
Marco blushed in bewilderment staring at tom. was that even possible? no. you
know what he didn't want to know. at least not now.
"Just pull out already please."
Tom looked mildly bemused but smirked and gave another truths before slowly
withdrawing. Marco was expecting a torrent to come gushing out his ass but
nothing happened. he could feel his hole was trying to clinch back into its
original state but all he could feel was a slight dribble.
he looked up at Tom questioning. "Demon cum is really thick. Means you get to
keep me in you for a while Diaz." the demon supplied with a shrug as he rolled
off of Marco.
Marco couldn't find it in himself to be upset or disgusted by this. Marco had
never really understood the term afterglow until now. sprawled out on tom's
pullout mattress, a complete and utter mess. breathing in sync with Tom, their
fingers laced. afterglow seemed like the only way to describe it. rolling on to
his side with a groan Marco curled up against Tom as the demon carded his
fingers through Marco's hair.
"Never realized how high the ceiling was." Tom sighed staring up into red
damask as Marco slipped way into a contented slumber.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay. that took so much longer than i expected to. So sorry for the
     wait but had a bunch of IRL issues to take care of.
     so hopefully this was turned out well.
     let me know what you think by leaving comments and kudos.
     and hey, thanks
End Notes
     A friend of mine who is a huge SVTFOV fan asked me to do a Tomco fic.
     I love the show and the paring, so I obliged. The only issue is, I
     just couldn't get into the headspace for this story. Idk if its
     because I'm trying to stick close to the show and I'm not really good
     at the light-hearted stuff or maybe I'm just not committed to the
     story I came up with, but whatever. Hopefully, it will get better as
     I go along.
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