Warning: Rated M for smut. This chapter is very much just gratuitous sex, so feel free to skip it if it's not your thing.
"Mephisto."
There was something almost muted about the way Shiro said it this time. It had to have been at least thirty times that he'd said the demon's name and still there was barely a reaction.
The exorcist sat up and glared at Mephisto's back. The chairman had been completely absorbed in his video game for nearly an hour and nothing Shiro said had been able to tear him away from it. Since he had arrived, the exorcist had resigned to his bed as Mephisto had told him to be patient and it wouldn't take long. Shiro tried to entertain himself but his patience was running very thin. It had been his day off too and he wanted to spend the day with his friend. It seemed that Mephisto had other plans.
Shiro knew from experience that trying to wrestle the game out of Mephisto's claws only resulted in failure as the demon was physically stronger than him. But anything verbal fell on deaf ears.
"ME-PHIS-TO!" Shiro shouted each syllable. "I'm your damn guest and I'm BORED!"
Shiro's shout was met with silence once again. There was no reaction from the demon other than an irritated twitch of his pointed ears. Of course, that might had to do with the fact that Shiro had managed to distract Mephisto at a crucial time, and now, the blue screen before him was fading out into black.
Mephisto scowled petulantly at his TV. When the option to continue popped up, Mephisto clicked on it without pausing to think about it. The silence finally broke however.
"You're so unbelievably childish sometimes," the demon grumbled. "Don't you have things to do, Shiro?"
"Me? Childish?!" Shiro grasped onto the rare response and crawled along the bed to the edge where he could hang his arms off. He gave the back of Mephisto's head the most indignant expression he could muster.
"You're the one ignoring me for a stupid game! And no, I don't! I already told you this is my day off!" He grabbed a pillow from the large pile behind him and threw it at Mephisto's back. "Take a break already and pay attention to me!"
The impact caused Mephisto to utter a quiet grunt. Even worse, it caused the dolphin on the screen to lose health for accidentally having touched an enemy. Mephisto's eyebrow twitched. Before the incident could repeat itself, Mephisto quickly paused his game and snapped his fingers. As a result, a bucket of water appeared above Shiro's head. The bucket glared down menacingly at Shiro as it floated in the air.
"I'm busy." Mephisto continued to play without looking back. "If you want to be entertained, grab a book or something. I've got plenty to choose from."
Indeed, Mephisto's room never lacked for entertainment. Books, games, and many other sorts of curious things that had been obtained from places all over the world littered his room with little sense of organization.
But none of these things entertained Shiro in the least. He gave the bucket a wary glance as he got up from the bed and overlooked the games immediately. He looked over the books for the third time that day and sighed. Something had to be done. Shiro looked up at the bucket that had followed him from the bed and then glanced over to Mephisto.
Slowly, the pieces began to fit together to form a plan and, with a smirk, Shiro began to enact it. First, remove the danger of the bucket hanging over his head. Shiro strolled right over and sat himself right beside the video game console, knowing that if Mephisto tipped the bucket now, the machine would get doused along with him.
Next, Shiro grabbed Mephisto's ankles and pulled. He was between the demon's legs in a moment. Behind him, the dolphin on screen let out a muffled cry as it lost health again. Very similarly, Mephisto let out a yelp as his body hit the ground.
"You're impossible," the demon groaned a second later, glaring at him. In tune with his mood, the bucket above Shiro fumed. Literally—the water was evaporating into steam. But despite the position he found himself in, Mephisto didn't let go of his controller.
"You could at least let me finish this level, you know."
"You've done enough levels." Shiro gave a formidable glare at the controller still firmly clutched in the demon's claws before he leaned forward and pulled Mephisto's yukata open without another word. Shiro settled himself over the chairman's lower body and pressed an open mouth accompanied by teeth to Mephisto's lower stomach. Unfortunately, the reaction he was seeking did not come.
"I'm not done playing, Shiro." Mephisto pointedly accentuated his words by propping himself up on his elbows and resuming his game. The squeaking noises in the background drowned out the sound of Shiro's mouth nibbling on his skin.
This, if anything, made Shiro more determined. He tuned out the noises of the game behind him and instead focused on the flawless skin under his tongue. He bit and sucked, marring the pale complexion with the red and almost purple markings he left behind. His hands slid up the exposed thighs as his teeth found the waistband of his boxers.
Shiro didn't need his hands to pull Mephisto's underwear off.
"Hmm," Mephisto voiced in a distracted tone. His eyes were still glued on the screen but a slight smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "You're going to have to try harder if you want win this little game~" he said, unmindful of his state of undress.
"Haven't even gotten started," Shiro growled as his fingers curled down the waistband and pulled. He glanced back towards the video game console and wondered if he should turn it off before he continued. But then, that would be too easy and it wouldn't prove Shiro's point. So he left the video game as is as he pulled the underwear off Mephisto's ankles. He leaned down again and his mouth met the inside of the demon's thigh where he sucked a mark on the tender skin. His fingers ghosted over his member, attempting to tease it into life.
The flesh beneath his fingers reacted to his touch, but that was the only part of Mephisto that really did.
"You're certainly insistent today, aren't you?" the demon drawled without sparing Shiro a glance. Long pale thighs spread then, the gesture both a welcome and a challenge.
Shiro growled. "Very." He bit Mephisto's thigh a bit harder than usual before running his tongue up the underside of his member. He then took it into his mouth and began sucking with little resistance. And though Mephisto remained silent, his body spoke for him. It wasn't a surprise to find him stiffen quickly under his touch. After all, there was no denying that Shiro knew what he was doing. The two of them had been in this sort of relationship for over two years now. They had been around each other long enough to know how to push each other's buttons.
It was exactly because of that that the following words came:
"Oh, you can do better than that."
Though Mephisto did his best not to show it, he was enjoying the situation. Nothing pleased him more than having Shiro here, begging for his attention, with his mouth full as he crouched above Mephisto's pooling yukata. If it wasn't for the challenge he'd issued, the purple-haired demon would've already taken him to bed. As it was, he already craved for the opportunity to dig his claws into Shiro's skin, to sink his teeth into his flesh and taste the sweet blood that ran from the sinful priest.
But patience was always a reward of its own, so Mephisto bode his time and let Shiro work for what he wanted.
And work for it, he did. There was little Shiro was so passionate about besides women and his job and that was making Mephisto look at him. He had the ability to make those green eyes haze over with pleasure. He was the only one who saw Mephisto completely lose it in a fit of passion. He knew what his claws looked like under those gloves and he'd felt their sting. Shiro had grown addicted to that power. He wanted more. He always wanted more.
So he opened his throat in a way that was, by now, practiced and took Mephisto deeper into his mouth until he was swallowing him, devouring him. His nails dug into Mephisto's hips as he pulled back to breathe and swallow the saliva dripping from his mouth. But his recovery didn't take long as he pushed right back into it. He took him in with all the greed he possessed and still, he wanted more.
Shiro's insatiable hunger made Mephisto shiver lightly. Pleasure crawled beneath his skin as Shiro's hot mouth swallowed him messily. His focus waned. His fingers clutched tighter around his controller, and though his eyes remained on the screen, his tail curled forward to caress Shiro's cheek encouragingly.
If Shiro's mouth was free, he would have smirked. The shudder beneath his hands and the caress of the smooth tail against his cheek were already signs that he was close to his victory. It wouldn't be long now. The dolphin on the screen behind him was getting hurt more often in tandem with his deep-throating. But he didn't allow this to slow his pace. Instead, it spurred him on.
Shiro pressed Mephisto's erection deep in his throat, clawing at the demon's thighs and leaving behind red lines. He controlled his breathing and each time it was easier to inhale when he pulled away. Saliva dropped freely from his lips making the cock he was sucking lubricated and easier to suck down. He moaned now, his mouth full and his cheeks teased with the tip of Mephisto's tail.
"Oh, alright..." Mephisto's voice was as heated as the look in his eyes. The sounds Shiro made Mephisto want to wreck him. And at the look that Shiro flashed him then, the last of demon's resistance disappeared. After setting his controller aside, he admitted his defeat. "You win," he said.
Mephisto's own reward was the rush of pleasure that jolted through him as Shiro let out a pleased hum around his cock. He let himself buck into the priest's impudent mouth then, no longer satisfied with remaining passive. Shiro had riled him up, just as he had wanted. And now, he wanted to do the same. He wanted to put Shiro on edge, wanted him hungrily lapping away the last of his come until he was dripping and begging for more. Just the thought of that made his hunger grow.
It was time to flip the tables.
"You win," Mephisto repeated again as he looked down at Shiro. He threaded his fingers into the priest's hair gently, slowly, and then pulled him off roughly. Mephisto drank in the sight before him as his tail brushed over those slick, swollen lips.
"Up you go then," he murmured, gesturing to the bed with his head.
Shiro let out a breathy chuckle as his mouth widened into a grin. "Up I go," he repeated. He gathered his legs underneath him and lunged forward to steal a kiss from his friend. It was open-mouthed and his tongue passed over the demon's tasty bottom lip.
"That's not when I meant by up," Mephisto said a few seconds later, chuckling as they broke away from their kiss. "But if you're that impatient, I don't mind having you here like this, Shiro."
"Oh, I know what you meant." The priest grinned, his hands braced on the floor on either side of Mephisto's legs. But the position didn't last long as he stood up. "I'd rather the bed, if you don't mind." He trailed a few fingers over a couple locks of the purple hair before he pulled himself up on the bed, sliding backwards and keeping his eye on Mephisto.
Mephisto craned his neck back and watched Shiro go with a thin smile. The demon took his time climbing after him. He let the sleeves of his yukata slip off him slowly as he got up and his tail swished behind him as he turned to face Shiro.
"You're as greedy as ever," he murmured as he looked at him. The man before him was beckoning him with that reckless grin of his. He'd already slipped off his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up. His torso was littered with battle-scars and the injuries Mephisto had dealt himself the night before. Deep bruises were hidden beneath the waistband of his pants. Bite marks were faintly visible around the curve of his neck and shoulders. And though he couldn't see them from here, Mephisto was all too aware of the long, deep scratches he'd left on the other's back.
Shiro was a mess. And he wanted nothing more than for Mephisto to continue what he'd started.
Luckily for the priest, Mephisto was never one to deny him.
The priest was lifting his hips and spreading his legs in a welcoming position. The swish of the demon's tail attracted Shiro's attention momentarily like a cat being shown a string. But the best part about this, for the exorcist, was Mephisto's eyes and how they roved over him. He was well aware of his injuries and bruises but he didn't have anywhere to be. He could go another round without a problem.
And Mephisto's eyes on him were just too delicious. Shiro would have purred if he could. The contentment mixed with the victory that swelled in his chest created a nearly euphoric sensation. Shiro was all too willing, all too eager, and it showed in the way he reached forward, curling his fingers behind Mephisto's neck and pulling him closer.
They fell onto the bed as they always did, sharing hot, hungry kisses and teasing touches. Mephisto made quick work of getting rid of Shiro's remaining clothes. His fingers curled around Shiro's member without warning, and he let out a pleased sound as the hardened length pulsed beneath his touch.
The exorcist lifted his hands, running his fingers through Mephisto's hair and gripping tightly to the locks. He kissed him as if famished and tugged on the purple tresses. His hips bucked up into Mephisto's hand and he groaned against his lips, biting on the bottom one and tugging lightly.
"Mmm~" Mephisto said as he followed Shiro's mouth, devouring it with his own. There was a faint taste of tobacco lingering there, but Mephisto didn't mind that at the moment, not when he had Shiro squirming beneath him like this. Behind him, his tail swayed in tune with his mood, curling in the air. His hand tightened around the other as he continued to stroke him. "Is this what you wanted, Shiro?" he murmured quietly when he finally pulled back from his lips. "Is this what you've been thinking about all day?" The grin that formed on Mephisto's face was positively devilish. Shiro's grin was just as wide.
"Pretty much, yeah." He exhaled a soft groan and sunk into the plush bed, lifting only his hips to meet Mephisto's hand. "Getting you to pause your damn game and join me was a nice little victory."
Mephisto chuckled at the jab. "Savor it." He let his touch become torturously slow, let his hand drag over the heated length as he continued to stroke Shiro. Mephisto looked down and enjoyed the sight that Shiro made as he teased him like this. "Meanwhile, I'll have my fun savoring you."
"Mmm, fuck…" Shiro arched his back slightly at the slow and teasing strokes. He gripped tighter to Mephisto's hair, tugging him down, closer. "Yeah… Do that," he groaned.
"With pleasure~"
Mephisto took great lengths to bring Shiro to the edge. He teased the other patiently, bearing through his own hunger by enjoying the expressions Shiro made as he continued to touch him. There was something particularly delightful about merely observing the other's reactions. Of course, even his patience had its limits, especially when Shiro refused to go along with his games. The mood in the air was too charged with their desires to play things out this way.
After batting Shiro's grabby hands away, Mephisto matched Shiro's impudent grin with one of his own. He leaned down and sunk his sharp teeth into Shiro's neck, drinking in his taste, his scent. Adrenaline, arousal, and a familiarity that they shared between them guided their movements from then on.
The exorcist's fingers curled into the sheets, gripping and tugging at the plush fabric. His chin lifted and his neck stretched out, following the arch of his back as he exposed himself to the demon above him. He hissed in equal parts pain and pleasure and he writhed underneath the lustful touches.
"Mephisto…" he breathed. Shiro's body was hot and ready, teetering at the edge of a cliff and only needing a small shove to fall into a pit of pleasure.
"Giving in so soon, Shiro?" Mephisto murmured into his neck.
"Don't fucking tease…" Shiro growled in return, reaching up to tug insistently at Mephisto's hair again. "Just fuck me, would you? I'm dying down here."
Mephisto's shoulders shook slightly, and when he pulled back from Shiro's neck, he looked positively gleeful. "If you insist…"
And with those words, the demon fulfilled Shiro's request. He dragged the priest on top of him, digging his claws into the strong, firm thighs as he spread them apart, forcing Shiro to straddle him. He was still loose from last night, so it wasn't long before Mephisto was urging the other to sink into him. He kept his hands on Shiro to prevent him from taking the lead, appreciating the view with a leer.
"Shit…" Shiro hissed, his back arching as he dug his fingers into Mephisto's stomach. The pain in his pelvis coupled with the claws piercing the skin on his thighs was enough to make the exorcist writhe on the demon's erection. He scratched the pale skin and gripped his sides as he was spread open again. It was a bit easier to take in but the pain was still there, though Shiro wasn't entirely against it.
Mephisto's lips twitched into a small teasing grin.
"Too much too soon? I thought you were dying for me to fuck you, Shiro," the demon purred, teasing the other as he thrust into him. Mephisto enjoyed having him like this. Shiro's flushed expression, the little gasps that escaped through his clenched teeth, and the way his cock bobbed against Mephisto's stomach as he rode him painted a pretty picture Mephisto couldn't get enough of.
Shiro didn't bother to reply. He was too focused on the sensations to really pay attention to his words. He braced his hands on Mephisto's stomach, using that support to push himself up and down, fighting against the demon's grip that tried to keep him from taking his own pace. Shiro's nails moved up, scratching at Mephisto's chest as well, leaving red marks all over his chest just as Mephisto would do with his claws. The demon chuckled breathily at his efforts. Shiro cursed under gasps and his toes curled as Mephisto's grip on him tightened, breaking through the thin layer of his skin.
From then on, only short, desperate moans and gasps filled the room, drowning out the noises that were still coming from the abandoned game console. The hot press of their naked, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other fed their hunger. Mephisto's piercing gaze clouded over, his tail wound tightly around Shiro's erection, and his sharp teeth peeked beneath his parted lips as he hissed in an animalistic fashion and brought Shiro the release he craved for, following soon after.
The release spread over Shiro's fingers, Mephisto's stomach, and inside the exorcist himself. He breathed hard, sitting on him. The sting in his thighs were small pricks compared to the sweat irritating the half healed gashes on his back. But even then, the tired bliss of the finish was what stuck out to him the most and his lips were spread into a satisfied smile.
"Look at you, all dirtied up," he hummed, enjoying the tired, dull gaze of his friend as he spread the come over his stomach.
"I could say the same to you…" Mephisto murmured in return as he carefully dislodged his nails from Shiro's skin. The wounds he left on the other bleed more freely, the thick, red liquid running down Shiro's legs. At the same time, Mephisto's tail released Shiro's softening member, and it brushed against the priest's stomach in a motion akin to a caress. A second later, the tail was coiling around Shiro's wrist, tugging the exorcist forward to lay across his chest.
They lay like that for a few more minutes, breathing, enjoying the warm press of their sated bodies. Eventually, Mephisto found himself running a hand through Shiro's hair, his long nails trailing delicate over his scalp.
"Care for another round?"
Shiro's fingers were also curling around the purple locks as a breathy chuckle escaped his lips. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know?" But his voice was fond against his neck. "Sure. But if you want me to ride, you're gonna have to wait a bit longer. You wrecked up my thighs with that manicure of yours."
Mephisto let out a similar chuckle. "My apologies. I suppose I'll have to take care of you, then."
With those words, the demon rolled them over on the bed. Mephisto looked down at Shiro, his piercing gaze drinking in the sight beneath him. He smiled, pleased. His tail swayed behind him in an impish manner.
"Wouldn't want you to die on me," he teased.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that." Shiro grinned up at his friend. His hands lay limp on either side of his head and his knees were parted with Mephisto in between them. "So how are you gonna take care of me, huh?"
Mephisto's eyes roved over Shiro's body. The healthy flush on his cheeks and the damp gleam on his sweat-slick skin made Mephisto's lips curve into a smile. He traced one fingertip down the exorcist's cheek.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way," the demon murmured.
