Chapter II: Demonic dealings

Summary: In this chapter Amaimon forms of deal with Shima, who sacrifices his purity. Warning : sex and violence ! Everything is in a normal POV.

Pink was all he could see after he opened his eyes. That and violet mixed with white in polka dots that covered every square inch of the room, furniture and all. A single name came in mind, the name of the principal of the school, Mephisto. Judging by the lack of light coming from the windows he could only assume it was nighttime. It meant that he had slept throughout the day. The young pink haired teen was wondering how did he get here or rather where was here. All he could remember was a hug and Amaimon's face before everything faded to black. Shima decided that continuing to laze around in bed was not going to help him realize where he was, so he slowly got up, wincing as he did. His wounds hurt, but he guessed his ribs have been tended to. The pink haired teen stood up, or rather tried to because his twisted ankle did not support his weight and he fell in a heap near the bed. Yet he put out a hand on the nearby wall to support himself and he slowly raised from the ground. His ankle hurt like but he did not utter a sound, he was used to pain by now and he subconsciently repressed his urge to cry out. He knew making a sound or crying out from pain made attackers happy and that meant he would get hurt more. Even if his mind told him that now he was among friends he knew better than to risk it. It already happened with Bon once and he did not want a repeat of that day.

He opened the door and stepped out in what looked to be an endless hallway, with a multitude of doors and no windows whatsoever. Shima clinged to the wall and continued on his way until he reached the nearest door. He decided to open it but he was met with a brick wall. It was the same with the next and the next and so on for another 5 doors. Renzou came to realize that the door will not open unless he had the proper keys for them, but he tried one more door before heading back to the room where he woke up. Fortunately this door opened to a room, a very green room that contained a hobgoblin. Apparently a furious hobgoblin that was now running straight at him. Shima could only yelp before he was sent sprawling to the ground with the weight of the hobgoblin now settled on his chest. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the pain coming from his ribs, but all he could focus on was the fact that said hobgoblin was happily licking his face.

"What…stop it…stop!" yelled Shima trying to pluck off the demon from his face. It was useless but he continued to struggle. Suddenly the demon disappeared so Shima looked up and he saw a smirking Amaimon holding the hobgoblin in his arms.

"What are you doing here ?"

"I should ask you the same thing. Why are you in my room ? You should be in the chambers nii-sama prepared for you."

All Shima could do was stare. He still did not understand why would this demons help someone like him. They said it was because he supported Rin, but was that really true. Was it not a new trap, like the one Bon set him up into.

"Why ?" mumbled quietly Shima, while looking at Amaimon.

"Why what ?" asked the green haired demon as he lowered himself on the ground next to the teen. He was still holding the hobgoblin and was now petting its head as one would do to a cat.

"Why did you save me ?"

"Ask nii-sama for more details. I helped because you are my younger half-brother's only friend. If you died he would get lonely."

"So it's not a trap…it's alright…I can relax" said a trembling Shima that was now looking at the floor. Amaimon was curious while all tension seemed to suddenly leave the pink haired boy's body. He recalled that he was on guard all the time, so why relax now all of the sudden, after he spoke of a trap.

"What trap ?"

"It's nothing." whispered back Shima, but he learned soon enough not to hold information from a curious demon. Amaimon inched closer and grabbed Shima's jaw tightly and lifted him up. Now the pink teen was hanging of the ground, supported only by the demon's strong grip on his jaw. It was hurting like hell but he did not utter a sound.

"I'm asking you again…what trap ?"

Shima just lifted his hands and grabbed Amaimon's arm that was holding him up. He shook his head lightly as to say he will not speak. This only fueled Amaimon's anger so he threw the teen in his room. As Shima collided with the wall, Amaimon stepped into the room and locked the door. He wanted his answers and he was going to get them, even if he had to do some roughing up or maybe if he was lucky enough a torture session or two. Shima did not get up from the floor, he was looking down towards his feet. He knew that looking his attacker in the eye meant more trouble and more pain, but he could not consider Amaimon as bad. To him it did not matter what the green demon did, he could break his body, he could break his soul and his mind and he would still love Amaimon.

Said demon was confused by the lack of a response coming from the person he was now flinging across the room, but the curiosity soon turned into excitement from the submissive state of Shima. The teen was bruised black and blue and had probably reopened the other night's wounds, yet he did not make a sound. For Amaimon it was a show of complete surrender, of submission to his power. He strode across the room and gripped Renzou's neck and lifted him up, then seeing his eyes he froze.

"Why are you looking at me like that ? What does it mean ?"

"I don't hate you…it means…that I…I understand why you need to do this and… I will let you do it."

"Why ?"

"Because I fell in love with you."

The sudden confession made the demon drop the teen to the ground. Shima was looking up to him, his warm caramel colored gaze filled with understanding and an emotion Amaimon couldn't place. Was it love ?…he did not know love for it was not tangible. Love was impossible for a demon, he did not understand love but he wanted to know.

"What is love ? Explain it to me."

"To love a person means to let that person be happy, so strive to make that person accomplish whatever he wishes. It means letting that person go, if it makes it happy, even if it hurts you in return."

"And you love me. So you would do those things for me. Would you let yourself be broken beyond repair for me ?"

" Yes, I would."

"Good, then you will be my new toy. I have a feeling you're more durable than the ones before you."

With these words Amaimon threw Shima in his bed and settled down beside him. In the demon's mind all thoughts were centered around what he could do to his new toy, when suddenly he had a frightening realization. His brother could not find out, because he 'cared' for Rin's friend. His brother not finding out implied Shima not being hurt, too badly anyway. And that limited his choices of fun, lest his brother found out, that meaning pain, lots of pain. Amaimon did not like pain when it was inflicted on him, but he enjoyed it when he inflicted it on others. Not damaging his toys was new to him, but he thought that maybe he could play and let loose on his toy and damage it where it was not visible.

"From now on you are to be my toy. I can request your presence at any time of the day or night and you will respond. Understand ? Also keep this deal a secret from everyone, that including my BROTHER and Rin."

Shima nodded, a little vexed about why did Amaimon put accent on his brother not finding out. He was glad that now he could be useful to the one he loved, it made him happy that he was noticed. Then Amaimon left the bed and brought back the hobgoblin from where he tied its leash. He put the little creature on Shima's face and told him to meet him. Shima was looking weirdly at Amaimon for such a strange request, but obeyed nonetheless. He sat up, put the hobgoblin on his lap, than introduced himself and put out his hand, not really expecting a handshake but being polite anyway. Amaimon then told him the goblin's name was Behemoth and that it was his familiar. Then Behemoth liked his hand and Shima smiled.

"It's good to meet you too. Let's try to get along, 'kay ?"

Amaimon was smirking at his familiar and his toys antics. It made him want to reach out and grab Shima. He did do so, but he had no idea why and the pink haired teen could only stare in disbelief. Why was the Earth King holding him like this, so close to him ? He was practically glued to the demon's side. Shima did not mind the contact, if fact he loved it but it also confused him. Then all started to fit together like puzzle pieces. Amaimon had developed a sudden case of wandering hands. He was rubbing Shima's sides and his arms were squeezing the younger one tighter and tighter to him. The demon let his hands go underneath the teen's shirt and remove it slowly. Shima was lost in the feeling of Amaimon's palms rubbing circles on his skin, it was making him excited and needy. He wanted more, but he knew he could not ask because in their relationship only what the demon wanted mattered. Suddenly Amaimon pushed Shima down on the fluffy mattress and climbed on top of him and started sucking on his neck. When the Earth King was satisfied with the size of the mark he left behind he continued kissing the human's skin and leaving more and more marks, until he reached the pants line. Then he looked up to Shima's face. The young exorcist knew the demon was not looking for permission to continue, he would do it anyway. The hungry look in his eyes spoke volumes of his intension.

"I wish to hear you when we play like this."

The order was followed by the sound of ripping material. Amaimon had lost patience and had ripped his trousers to pieces along with his boxers. He had nothing on that would protect his modesty, but Shima did not mind, in fact he welcomed the act since it was coming from his love. He was willing to give all of himself to Amaimon just like he promised he would. If the demon wished to take him than so be it, he would not oppose. Amaimon's hands parted his legs and he positioned himself between them. Then he released his throbbing ache from its confines and roughly pressed into Shima. The teen moaned from the pain of being penetrated like that. Amaimon did not prepare him, nor did he lube up his own cock. He just thrusted in without a care, but Shima won't complain. He was glad it was happening, the details did not matter. Amaimon started a face pace of ins and outs from his body and Renzou was moaning like crazy.

"Aah…ahhnnn….ahmm…yeah" encouraged him Shima. He was crying out from both pain and pleasure, since by now Amaimon was hitting his prostate with an uncanny precision and judging from the pain, he was most definitely using blood as lubrication. The green haired demon was grunting from time to time, but Shima was moaning and gasping, which made the demon thrust faster.

"Ahhhnn….please…rougher…ahhnn…" begged Shima. Those words made the demon let loose, as he gripped Shima's thighs and lifted him up. Shima put his hands around the demon's neck and clinged to him as Amaimon thrusted upwards into him. Shima's moans and pants came in the rhythm of the thrusts. The pace was getting faster and faster and Shima was starting to lose himself in the pleasure. It was too much for both of them and they came simultaneously, Amaimon with a grunt and Shima with a pleasure filled scream that resonated in the room.

The afterglow left them panting and holding each other. Amaimon roughly pushed Shima off of him and onto the mattress, where he repositioned himself and thrusted in again. Shima moaned wantonly at the feeling of being filled up and stretched out again. He knew demons had stamina, that's one of the main reasons why people fell into sin, because they took demons as lovers. It was truly amazing, such pleasure, Shima was sure no human could give him such pleasure. Now he could only sleep with Amaimon, after finding such pleasure, he knew no other person than the green haired demon could please him and bring him to the edge.

Their fucking lasted well into the hours of the morning, when Shima had finally submitted to the sleep he so much desired by now. He was utterly exhausted from the numerous rounds of sex they had, in which he had surrendered his virginity. After Amaimon became bored with the bed they continued on the walls, then on the floor of the room. It was there that Shima had succumbed to sleep and fell unconscious. Amaimon was not really tired, demons don't get tired from sex, it made them the ideal lovers, but he decided to end the night and dressed Shima in a pair of clean clothes and brought him back into the borrowed room where he should have been. He was slightly worried his brother might have noticed the missing Shima, so he went to Mephisto's office only to find a letter addressed to him. The King of Time had left to Gehenna to report to their father and left Shima in Amaimon's care. Such news were sugar and honey for the candy loving demon, he couldn't be more happier. But he knew he had to be careful otherwise it will come back to bite him in the ass, as humans called it. With that in mind he navigated down the hallways back to Renzou's room and joined the teen in bed. Behemoth jumped as well and settled himself between them. Sleep came fast for both demon and his hobgoblin, but they fell into a peacefull slumber.

Author note : So did you like the new chapter. It's going to get better and better from now on. I promise, so just please continue reading.