(Wilford's POV)

     The feeling was indescribable. I didn't think she would actually kiss me back... Her lips were so soft and tasted more desirable than any candy I've ever known. Her arms held tight around my neck as my own pull her closer into my body. I didn't want this to end but I knew we were both losing our breaths and would need to break apart for air sooner rather than later. Mel broke away first, gasping for air as she did. I reached down and gently brushed some hair out of her face. She looked up at me and blushed, and I smiled down at her softly. Her arms moved to wrap around my midsection as she leaned forward and rested her head on my chest.

    "Do you want to continue the game, Mel?" I ask airlessly, not wanting to break the peace between us but having to. She turned her head to the bottle, not saying a word. She silently reached over and spun the bottle, everyone watching it intently as it went around and around, eventually, after what seemed a like a very drawn out timespan, came to a stop at Anthony.

     "Truth or Dare?" She said quietly. Oh Hell, I hope I didn't screw everything up... My anxiety started to eat me alive. 

     "I don't care either way... Both?" He laughs weakly as concern paints his features. "Are yer okay Mel? We don't gotta play anymore if yer not up ta it..." He stared at her in worry as I noticed Micheal slipping a hand into his. I'll have to ask about that later... Mel shook her head, seemingly coming out of whatever trance she was in.

     "Of course I'm up to it!" She rolled her eyes and put her head in her hands, thinking of both a truth and dare to ask Anthony. She looked over at him and noticed him and Micheal holding hands. She seemed to get an idea and sat up. "Okay, for your truth, besides Dark, is their anyone else in this room you like?" He stared at Mel with the weirdest expression while a small ghost of a blush coat his pale skin.

      "Now what kinda question is that?!" He chuckles even though a hint of his nervousness appears as Micheal quickly drops his hand and moves back from him. I glance between the two before focusing my thoughts on my best friend. What was that, Mic? I ask in case of Anthony actually chickened out for once. It was nothing. Now that just confirmed that something was up.

     "You said yourself, Anti, no backing out. And since you picked both, you can't actually switch to the other one... Not that you would want to consider what I have as your Dare," Mel said, smirking. I watched as my brother leaned forward on his elbows, looking over at his mate as if he was actually curious. Yet, something about the way he was acting made me think he already knew the answer.

     "Whatever," he huffed out. "Yeah, there was someone else I liked but it's not like that anymore." He rolled his different colored eyes as I notice Micheal's body seems to slump in on itself. I'm guessing that answer just seemed to hurt the poor guy. I glance to see my brother's reaction and am greeted with a look of... I honestly couldn't tell if it was 'why the fuck you lyin'?' and 'you're so full of shit' but then again those are really close emotions for him. "What's me dare?" Anthony asked, bringing us back to the current time and avoiding the topic.

     "I dare you to let Dark get revenge for the five minutes of torture you gave him." I watched as my brother's face seemed to light up in excitement and a wicked grin grew over his face. Anthony seemed to shrink back and looked at Mel in horror, his face clearly saying "why would you do this to me?".

     "Remember yer love me, babe," he coos nervously at Damien as the red-haired demon launches forward and teleports the two away. Micheal...? Talk to me... What's going on? He had grown silent as my worry grew. It's nothing. Even his thoughts sounded monotone and dead. Jean seemed to notice his odd behavior as well, cause she crawled over to his side. She sat there, whispering to him quietly, but he didn't seem to respond. Mic, please... I received nothing yet again. Okay, time to take matters into my own hands. I took the bottle and spun it, using a few my powers, I cause it to land on Micheal.

    "Truth or Dare, Mic," I stated point blank. I was getting answers one way or another. I'm over this little game that shouldn't exist during our actual game. He looked up at me, his eyes lacking the normal glow they usually had.

    "I don't care..." he said weakly. What the Hell could have made him this broken? I sigh and ask Mel to move for a moment. Hell, this is going to be embarrassing... But fuck it, my friend needs me and Wilford Warfstache will NOT stand for this bullshit!

    "Both then," I move to his side and whisper into his ear. "Is it true you still have feelings for A? You don't have to say, just let me in your mind and let me see what's going on." Micheal looked up at me slowly, and suddenly waves of powerful emotion crashed down on me. Pain, distraught, anger, more pain... but under it all there was this longing, and I could tell it was aimed at Anthony. I gave him a sad look and moved onto my dare. "I dare you to find out the truth tonight when you're with him. He's lying. He was lying the whole time he said that I can tell that kinda thing remember?" I smile encouragingly at him, hoping he believes me. "And don't worry how Jean or my brother will feel. Jean already ships you two like she always did and Damien has known for awhile." I watched as a small smirk showed on Micheal's face.

    "You promise he has feelings for me?" He said quietly, though some of his strength seemed to return. I nod with my own smirk as I move back to Mel. Taking my seat once again, I gently lift her back onto my lap.

    "If you don't want to sit on my lap, you don't have to... You just seemed so content earlier," I smile softly at her before kissing her forehead. She just smiled at me and rested her head on my shoulder. I smiled as well and wrapped my arms around her body, pulling it into mine.

    "What were you talking about with Mad?" She asked me, curiosity blooming in her gorgeous, life-filled eyes. I smile widely at her before leaning into her ear and explaining what was going on. Just as I finish, my smirking brother and a bashful mate of his in following as the pair separated and take their seats next to Mic and Jean once again only this time, he had a wide smirk plastered on his face as he snaked an arm around Anthony's waist which only made the Irish demon blush more. Mel smiled brightly, but it also seemed as though she had a few questions. I'd have to answer them later though, now wasn't exactly the best time. "Hey Wade," I heard her pipe up. "You wanna spin? You never got the chance after your dare."

     "Why the Hell not!" His face had finally calmed down back to his normally pale skin tone with a bit of rosiness on his cheeks. He spun the bottle and it landed on Bob. Okay, nevermind his face went back to looking like a tomato. "Truth or D-dare, Bob?" His stutter giving away his thoughts as Bob just smiles proudly.

    "Truth," he said, smiling down at his little vegetable-- wait, tomatoes are fruits, nevermind. Wade looked down at his lap as Bob grabbed his hand gently, trying to come up with a question for him.

    "Is it true you plan on asking Wade out and making LordBob a ReAl ThInG?" My voice dipped back into my reporter's voice as a wide smile as Wade's face turns even redder than before. How this is possible, I'll never know. Mortals are weird. I heard a little giggle from my lap and looked down to see Mel smiling up at me. She placed her hand on my shoulders and pulled herself, planting a kiss on my cheek which caused my face to flush as well. Did she seriously like my other voice that much? Another question for another time. Instead of Bob answering, Wade pipes in like I had been asking the question instead of just suggesting it as one for him to ask.

    "I-if he wants it to b-be r-real..." He stumbled over his words like a nervous school girl attempting to confess to her senpai. Okay, I need to stop watching so much TV and anime I'm turning into a shipping fanboy of EVERYTHING. Hell have mercy on me.

    "Wait, I spun the bottle! Why did I have to answer the question?" Wade asked, almost slightly annoyed. I let out a rumble of laughter as he finally catching himself in the web of the mess. This was just too perfect, to be honest. Suddenly, Bob leaned over and pulled Wade's face gently towards his, and kisses him gently.

    "I'd gladly go on a date with you," he said smirking. They both leaned in and kissed once again, and as they did I heard a small "I ship it!" from Mel. I whisper a "me too!" before squeezing her tightly and kissing her gently.

    "How about we call it a night?" Mic suggests, still smirking like the devil he is. "Everyone seems to be content and growing a bit tired." He stood up and walked over to Jean, whispering a few things into her ear, kissing her sweetly and muttering to her a goodnight before returning back to Anthony's side. I notice my brother had done the same to him before returning to Jean's side, the two pairs teleporting off after Jean said goodnight to Mel with a knowing smile. Bob and Wade left, holding hands as they walked. They already shared a room, so there weren't going to be any major room changes. Mel crawled out of my lap and stood up, causing me to frown a bit. I got up as well and took her hand in mine, earning a small smile from her.

    "Well, I'm gonna go back to my room I guess," she said quietly. She let go of my hand and started walking to the guest room. I actually forgot she had her own room here...

    "Oh right..." That's when I remember that I bunked with Mad and he would have Anthony tonight while Damien was with Jean in her room. I mean, I could always sleep in my brother's room but I did NOT want to lose something highly IMPORTANT to me. "Well shit... The couch is it then..." I move back towards the couch as I hear movement down the hallway.

    "You okay, Wil?" Felix came into the living room just as I laid down. "Why are you sleeping out here."

    "During the game, Anthony and Jean had to switch partners for the night which means Micheal would have Anthony over in our room. I rather not know what those two are gonna do," I chuckle out. He attempts to suggest Damien and Anthony's room though he thought better as soon as he said it. "So I'm just out here tonight."

    "What about Mel? I bet she wouldn't mind you sleeping with her~" He pokes at me, I keep my composure but sometimes, I really wish I could 'interview' the Swedish just like I did Mark for his video.

    "I'm sorry but I have a bit more respect for her than that, Kjellberg," I rolled my eyes are I lay down, he continued to the kitchen. Snapping my fingers, all the lights shut off and I hear him crash into something before cursing me out in Swedish. "Oops~ Sorry, Fefe~" I chuckle out as I hear him walk back to his room as quickly as he could. He muttered curses at me under his breathe the whole way. Cry, Your boy is coming back to you a little-pissed off. Sorry~ All I hear in reply was a soft sigh before I lost connection to the pair. "Everyone's getting laid and I'm laying here being a respectable gentleman. What the fuck..." I sighed before recalling all of today's and tonight's events. The feeling of her lips still lingers on mine, soft as rose petals and sweeter than strawberry wine. I smile slightly and close my eyes, slowly falling into the calmest sleep I've had in a long while.

(Third POV of Manti)

    On the way back to their room, Mad was basically dragging Anti away from the others. He needed to know if what Anti had said was fully true or just him bullshitting to the others. Thinking back though, he noticed the looks of 'you bloody liar' coming from Jean, Dark, and Wilford with a bit of a 'really?' look from Mel. Once the pair reached his room, Mad closed the door and spun around, holding Anti tightly by the shoulder so he couldn't move. He opened his mouth to speak, yet closed it rather quickly since no words came out. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just stood there. His hands loosened their grip and slowly slid from Anti's shoulders to his upper arm.

    "Mad?" Anti barely spoke as he fought all urge to wrap his arms around the man in front of him. He didn't mean what he said at all but... He didn't want the others to know. He didn't want Mel and the mortals to see him as a cheater. Having feelings for more than one demon was natural in Hell, especially if you had a previous relationship or feelings for them. Unlike mortals, love never fades once a demon finds it, it may become dormant unless reawoken but never fades.

    "Tony," the taller demon said quietly. He rubbed his thumbs along Anti's clothed skin. He looked down at him softly, with curiosity swimming in his eyes. "Is..." he took a deep breath before continuing. "Is what you said during the game true?"

    "No...." He barely whispers as he drops his head. Mad could know, he could let Mad know since it seemed Dark and Jean already knew but not the others. It had honestly killed him when he noticed just how to hurt Mad was afterward. Mad looked down at him softly, his grip on Anti tightening, but in a comforting manner.

    "So, do you, still have feelings for me?" He said, with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Anti nodded with a bashful smile as he slowly slipped his arms around Mad's waist, pulling the other demon closer towards him. The green haired demon's back hit the door as he risked a glance up into Mad's covered eyes. He could feel Mad's breath as the two pressed their bodies together. Mad slowly pushed his head forward, gently connecting his lips with Anthony's. He hummed quietly in content. Anti removed Mad's mask before flashing to the bed with it in hand.

    "Come and join me~?" His accent thickened as he smirked widely. Mad smirked as well and stepped over to the bed, crawling in and rolling over so his body was hovering over Anti's pinning him to the mattress. "Let's see how mad in the mind you really are~"