Well, hello there my fans! Nice to see you too! Although I guess you are all just happy to see an early update... But I am too, so no harm done! Glad to know you guys still love this. Even if it is taking me about twelve chapter to get to the actual you know, trial.

Still, it's better to build then rush in and do things sloppy. So without further ado I give you-

Chapter Nine

Warnings: Amaimon doing dirty things to Rin. Rin having a melt down. Um, Creeper Mephisto?

Oh, but first... So sorry. this hit 10k before I could get to the real Mephisto/Rin part so...expect a long, hot, sizzling chapter full of M/R sex for the next update! Maybe I'll get to the M/R/A part too, and maybe, just maybe the plot will move on by the 12 chapter!

Ok, that would be a dream come true.

Just ignore me now, and read!


[Amaimon]

I fumed. Ripping more furrows into the precious futon of my Aniue, I sulked and gnashed my teeth.

It's not fair! Aniue... Why does Aniue treat him like he is his favorite? Is it because he is naïve? Because he doesn't know how to act? Why is it only me getting into trouble? He started it! If only he hadn't been so...enticing. Then I wouldn't have bothered trying to-

I pouted, nuzzling my burning face into the destroyed futon. Wave after wave of painful pleasure rocked my spine and made my tail curl and twist in on itself. Aniue likes cute things...and Rin is cute. And addictive... And I guess Rin is a bit...well, nice. He is very nice and sweet. I want to sink my teeth into him. He is so very appealing. Makes my mouth water...

Aniue likes teasing. He loves teasing. Is it also because he is easy to tease? Maybe he likes him better because he can't fight back and just gets flustered... He is very pretty when he is confused.

I bit into the fabric, a whine escaping my mouth at the disarray of my thoughts and the confused sensations I was feeling. It feels weird... Aniue, make it stop. I moved my shaking hands downward and grabbed my erection. A hiss escaped my mouth at the jolt of raw gratification that rolled up my spine with the action. Maybe Aniue just wants him for himself... That wouldn't surprise me. He is always possessive of his toys. Of me. Tou-san is the same way. Does he see Rin already worthy of being his? Is that why they are so interested in him? I don't really understand...

Letting go of the futon with my teeth, I panted and the hand I had used to cup my length, I brought up to my mouth. My tongue dragged against the skin there, cleaning every last drop of the opaque liquid that I had collected on it.

I never had like the taste of cum. It was too salty and was hard to swallow. So, of course, just to spite me, Aniue liked making me eat it every chance he was given.

I shuddered; disgusted with the way the viscous fluid dripped down my esophagus and coughed into the bedding beneath me when I couldn't get all of it to go down the right way.

I felt dirty just from act of licking it, degraded even. Just another way Aniue showed he could do as he pleased to his things. He knows after a certain point that I'm not going to fight him. He enjoys making me look like a fool.

I moved my trembling thighs away from each other in order to spread them out and gasped at the way the action nudged the toy inside of me deeper.

I was no stranger to sex toys; after all, I was quite a troublemaker. That didn't mean I was used to them. Or even liked them for that matter. Aniue, why? I just wanted a taste. Just one little taste...

[Sometime before Rin woke up-12:07]

I had tried to go back to sleep. Really, I had. Just because my helpless, defenseless little "brother" was snoozing unawares just a yard away from me didn't mean I would misbehave and try to maim or play with the poor thing. I knew better than that.

Right~

I never did listen for too long when someone told me not to do something. Maybe Aniue was right, I was a masochist.

I warily shuffled closer. One centimeter, two, three, seven. I looked around the room, sniffing the air for any sort of barriers or magic activated trip-wires. Anything that would bring Aniue running to protect our darling "Otouto."

Not sensing any but knowing he probably hid them somehow anyway, I reached out to touch him.

"Poke."

When one of his familiars didn't pop out nor did an alarm sound, or the door bust open, I deemed it safe to continue and grabbed the ruined fabric that served as the only clothes Rin had to wear. Aniue has yet to tell me if I am going to pay for that yet...

I pouted and tugged the young male's collar till he rolled over onto his back. Déjà vu hit me and I grimaced at the memory of the fiasco in the other bedroom.

I was no doubt in trouble for that too. I already couldn't move very well—due to my punishment—and was grounded in this room because of my actions. I wondered idly if you could compound trouble. And if so, how much interest Aniue was getting off mine.

I rolled my eyes and bit my thumb-nail. Grrrr, he most definitely is "getting off" on my misdeeds that's for sure...

Glancing over to the sleeping face of Rin I bit down harder on my nail, grinding it between my canines and molars till it almost broke.

Before it could though, I was distracted by a sleepy moan that came from the parted lips of the smaller male at my side.

I stiffened, watching the slight movement of the sea-colored hair that fluttered with the movement of his long eyelashes.

"Hmm? ~" Eyelids slid open to reveal cloudy, indigo irises misted over with the fog of sleep. His eyes wandered in and out of focus before they settled on me. His lips curled up slightly and he smiled at me sweetly.

Stretching out his limbs, he dug his hands into the futon. Closing his eyes, he rolled back onto his side facing me, his fluffy tail sweeping the bedding till it curled around the hand I was still holding onto him with.

Once he settled back down, I relaxed and glanced at his napping form. My eyes trailed from his face to the curve of his spine, down his slim thighs to his short legs and finally along the curl of his tail to where it twined around my wrist.

I blinked and held my hand up as far as it would go with it wound around my hand. Hmm? Why is it he always shows his tail? Does he wish to have it yanked? Or is he just being coy?

Curious, I trailed my nail along the length of it and watched his reaction from the stimulation it provided.

It was surprisingly innocent. Little surprise there.

He mumbled something quietly in his sleep and made to wiggle away from my hand. The raven-colored tail attempted to unwind itself and curl away.

I kept a firm hold on it though, and when I heard him squeak I tugged it a bit harsher.

He moaned in his sleep and feebly tried to slap my hand away.

With fascination I pulled harder and was delighted to find that he arched his back, a pink flush starting to spread across his nose.

My member twitched in between my legs and I knew the little bit of heat pooling in my abdomen was from his adorable, unassuming manner.

Forget hurting him, I just want to see him cum again... The thought of watching his face scrunch up erotically had me aching to do indecent things to his small body.

With that thought in mind, I stroked the tip of his tail where the erogenous scent gland was and leaned down to lick the juncture between his neck and shoulder blade.

He groaned weakly in response and endeavored to get away.

Not wanting that to happen I wrapped my other hand around his waist and pulled him from the ground till he was practically in my lap.

From there I licked and nipped his skin turning it a purplish-red with the hickeys and love-bites I was leaving in my wake. When I broke the skin finally with my sharp fangs, I tasted his blood for the first time.

I had never encountered something so delicious. Not a single piece of candy in the world could compare. My heart thumped wildly and I moaned. Oh, so good~

I lapped at the sweet, sweet fluid dripping out of the cut on the back of his neck and purred while I drank it. A warm fire was forming in my groin from the sheer delight of his blood covering my tongue.

Eyes half closed, I sliced open another cut when the first healed over. Face buried in his neck, I sniffed his hair and nuzzled gleefully into his scent while licking away at the wonderfully warm blood seeping out. Awww, if I had known he tasted this good I would have just taken a bite out of him. Engrossed in the smell of the feast before me I didn't notice him stirring.

Oblivious to this, my tail wagged underneath my yukata and I groped his thigh wondering how he would taste there as well.

Before I could though, I heard a gasp and felt him move of his own accord.

My eyes widened when I realized he was awake. They then narrowed with joy when I decided to continue until he begged me to stop. I wanted to see his reaction.

What I wasn't expecting was for him to giggle.

[Back to Moping Amaimon]

And it had all went downhill from there once he fully woke up.

I growled at the memory while my tail wrapped around my thigh and tickled the sensitive skin there. It caused my member to twitch with excitement and I grit my teeth in anger. Didn't you tell me to come to Assiah so I could understand him? So why? Why is it every time I try to do that you get in my way and punish me?

Are you jealous? Is that it? Do you really want him all for yourself? No wonder you asked Tou-san to train him. You would have had to give up your toy if you hadn't... And yet you left me all alone in Gehenna...

I moaned and writhed on top of the futon when I felt the heat in my stomach pool together. My erection twitched, leaking more precum from its tip and I cursed the ring around my length stopping me from having my release.

Agh, I hate it when they use these things. My cheeks burned with shame while I repeated my earlier action and wiped away the liquid leaking past the slit on my length.

Despite the fact that I personally found it gross, my body itself was turned on with the raunchy act and I found myself reaching another dry completion.

The ripples of need made my muscles spasm and my toes curl inwards. I clenched the sheets and didn't bother to muffle my voice. No one would hear me anyway. "Hahnn, Aniu-eee~!"

I shuddered with the heat building up beneath the cock-ring and bit my lip when it became too painful to bear. "Nhhhha~"

Once the false orgasm passed, I slumped to the sheets, sweat forming on my over-heated skin. I wanted it out. The toy. I wanted it out. I want it out, out, out, out!

I threw the nearest pillow I could find at the door Aniue had left through—again—and keened in agony, "Fuuuuuck! ~" The little temper tantrum I had just thrown didn't do anything but rub the vibrator viciously into my hypersensitive walls.

I moved onto my side and buried my face into the bedding there letting out a low wail while ripping the futon under my hands, "When-haa, I get my hands on Rin…I'm going to-nhhh ahh-make him feel this way but ten times worse!"

[Rin]

I tried the door. It wouldn't budge.

It wouldn't open. It wouldn't break. Hell, I even tried to light it on fire. I yelled. And I threw quite a few things at it too. Heavy things.

And it still wouldn't budge.

After I deduced from the fifth or sixth object thrown that it wouldn't give and that I basically was locked in, I just gave up and slid to the floor, resigned to my no-longer-imaginable prisoner status.

I really didn't know what had just happened. The last thing I remembered was waking up and walking in on those two-ugh! Then this happened.

Staring at the ceiling of the bathroom I laid on the floor where I had previously been haphazardly tossed without a thought. With nothing else to do, I tried to sort through my inner turmoil.

...

Who am I kidding?! I just got locked in the bathroom by my principle/demon brother/pervert who had been- I shivered and avoided looking at the sink counter. Or mirror. Or the other half of the room. Even the tub was avoided. In fact, I was lying as far as was physically possible away from that side of the room.

It had been cleaned but that didn't mean my over hyper-active imagination couldn't fill in the blanks for me. The very visual, very inappropriate images that had seared themselves into my eyeballs. Damn my brain! It's conspiring against me!

I didn't want to remember. No, I'm pretty sure I was scarred for life. I mean, I knew the clown was a bit of well-queer. You can't go walking around in clown clothes and ride in pink limos and not suspect that! But to actually see him while he was doing that! And-and...

Gross! I attempted to claw my eyes out. I silently sobbed, curling up into a ball while closing my eyes, depressed with the state of my life. I need brain bleach... I mean, come on! Him and Amaimon?! Are they or are they not brothers! That's like—well, it is—incest! Creepy, demon, gay INCEST!

I shook my head, a bit queasy and attempted—futilely—to rub the image of them—doing it—out of my retinas where it was forever ingrained in my mind.

I didn't even want to think about the consequences of walking in on them, especially not after I had already been molested not once, but twice by them both!

My eyes snapped open and I swallowed hard, thinking back to Amaimon's actions earlier. Was Amaimon really being serious? He did do that to me… But would he really? He wouldn't... No, they wouldn't...would they? I mean, I'm still a freakin' minor! And I'm their brother so they can't- I rolled onto my other side, squishing my knees closer to my chest

A curiously female voice that sounded oddly like Shura cackled in my mind, "Yeah! And that stopped Mephisto from banging his other brother! And the other one was soooo~ not screaming for more! Nyahahaha~"

I winced, feeling my heart thud oddly in my chest. My face was starting to roast itself and I could feel my ears starting to burn. Thinking about the whole brother thing was making my head hurt so I just stopped. I would deal with it when the time came. No need to continue bashing my head against the metaphorical brick wall before I really had to.

Especially since it was beyond difficult to stop blushing anyway; especially after what Amaimon had done.

[An hour or so before Mephisto arrived-12:39]

I drooled. Sukiyaki was the best. So delicious~ I ate yet another mouthful of the amazing hot-pot full of simmering beef, tofu, negi, shiitake mushrooms and shiratake jelly-noodles cooking in a wonderful, mouthwatering mix of sugar, soy sauce, and mirin.

My mind was in seventh heaven with every bite and I moaned in delight.

Once I had finished everything in my own bowl I moved to grab more from the cooking pot. I had only had six bowls. One more wouldn't hurt.

To my abject horror though, I found that another pair of chopsticks were grabbing the last of it. Blinking in surprise, I looked at the hand holding the utensils of the sukiyaki stealer. They were leaning over me to get the rest!

I growled and whirled around about to tell them to back off my food. Only to find the fang-showing grin of a certain green-haired demon towering over me.

I jolted awake; my heart pounding in my chest like I had just run a marathon. Chased by a crowd of bulls. While dodging gun-fire. What the hell? Oh… It was just a nightmare…

My fingers twitched, and I shivered from the goose-bumps traveling down my spine. I tried to calm my breathing down and stop the "boom" of blood passing through my pins-and-needles, numb skin and ears.

Once I started to calm down I noticed that a really nice breeze was ruffling my hair. A tickling sensation moved along my neck and I forgot the nightmare, giggling, "Mmm, stop~ That tick-ha-les! ~" I waved my hand at the perpetrator and relaxed, closing my sleepy eyes when it stopped.

...

I slowly opened them again, but this time they were alert with alarm and a cold chill descending down my spine accompanied the sudden spike of panic that boiled up beneath my prickling flesh. Wait...who's tickling me? Ice ran through my blood and against my better judgment I tilted my head backwards.

"Dear God!" I jumped half-way out of my skin and before I knew it was already across the futon away from my assaulter.

I turned around, pointing a shaking finger at him with a horrified look on my face. "What?! What were you doing to me?! Why were you so close? And touching me?!"

He just tilted his head to the side and licked his lips with a blank expression on his face. "I don't understand."

I made a face, dumbfounded for a second before I crossed my arms, snarling out, "What do you mean you don't understand?! It's a simple question! Why were you so close and touching me?! Huh?! Were you about to try and kill me?! Again?! Admit it!" Super creepy, man. He's a real nut job... I was asleep too, dammit!

The male abruptly grinned, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't place and he licked his lips.

I felt certain Doom crawl down my spine but I stood my ground. If I ran he would probably just chase me. And I really didn't want to be chased. I had already noticed his claws were dripping with blood. I don't want to be sliced to ribbons thank-you-very-much!

...

Wait, why does he have blood on his hands?

I did a double-take and before my eyes he raised one of his hands and licked the red liquid off it.

I felt the color drain from my face and instinctively moved my hand to the back of my neck where I had felt the tickling earlier.

When I pulled my fingers away to look at them, I nearly gagged feeling and seeing the sticky red of nearly congealed blood and the slippery transparent look of what I deduced to be salvia covering them.

Taking a few seconds to process what must have happened, I felt the gradual rise of blood in my cheeks and ears, turning them a nice cherry-red.

I softly asked what I felt was quickly becoming a redundant question as well as the norm with both of the freaks I had had contact with for the past couple of waking hours, "Were...you licking me? And drinking my blood?"

Heh, why not? Mephisto's already done so, what the heck, maybe I'll just stick a sign onto my forehead spelling Blood-bank while I am at it! The panic welling up inside of me was starting to build to breaking levels.

His answer would determine if I had a mental breakdown or if I slugged him in the face.

I was kind of hoping for the mental breakdown. Then I could pretend that none of the last couple of events had even happened and move on with my semi-strange life.

If not, I was quite sure there wasn't any one to stop this wacko from slitting my throat with those insanely long and razor-sharp looking nails and devouring me. Nails, which were dripping with my blood. Oh my Sukiyaki, why is he looking at me like he wants to eat me?

It was true, he licked his lips again and tapped his finger against his chin, glancing up at the ceiling—which I just noticed was lined with mirrors for some strange reason—before looking at me with narrowed eyes. His lips split into a blood-chilling grin.

And I'm pretty sure he wasn't thinking about puppy and kittens.

At last the silence was broken with one last swipe of his freakishly long tongue. The demon—no, my older brother, I corrected myself—leveled his flat, teal eyes at me and sang, "I was tasting you~"

My mind seemed to shut down. I blinked and opened my mouth but nothing came out. I shut it again and blinked some more. I finally said the only thing that I could think of for that statement, "I thought so... You weren't just trying to kill me, but eat me too." I stated this very calmly with a smile of horror on my face.

My statement seemed to cause the male in front of me to startle, but then he just seemed to leer some more, raising an eyebrow with once dull eyes shining with malice. With one last lick of his nails, he grinned viciously, "Eat? Well, I suppose it can be called a type of eating... I wasn't trying to kill you though; after all, why would I kill someone I want to fuck? ~"

My first instinct was to laugh nervously. Then I really thought about what he had said. Like really thought about it. I felt a strange combination of dread trickle down my spine and a hot blush cover my neck, ears, and face. I whimpered simply, "Oh."

He crouched down on all fours, his chin on the futon—a tip of something green wagging behind him—before he reached out to me with one of his clawed hands in a "come-hither" motion, "I want to play with you."

I was surprised that he didn't just pounce on me. He kind of looks like...a dog wanting to play. Isweat-dropped but that thought didn't change my answer; which was an automatic, vehement, "No." I crossed my arms in an X-formation to emphasis it.

He pouted—which looked completely out of place on his features—and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Come here. Now."

I gave him an incredulous expression and began to edge backwards. "Why would I? You don't honestly expect me to let you do dir-dirty things to me?!" I waved my hands in front of my face an outraged expression plastered across it.

He rolled his eyes—which you would think the robot wouldn't be able to do, what with his two default expressions being blank and deranged—and propping his head onto his hands, dead-panned, "Calm down. I just want a little bite."

My eye twitched and after putting up with all of the weirdness of the past few days, I finally snapped.

Which led to me throwing a large pillow at his face; regardless of the fact that he could probably tear me to shreds, or as I found to be the case at the moment—pinning me down and-ugh, having his way with me.

My face went a deep crimson and with my tail swishing angrily, I scowled, completely embarrassed and feeling out of place. How could I even react to the fact that my half-blood brothers—who are related to me on the Devils' side of the family—wanted to be "family-with-benefits?!"

Quite confused, I replied, "That makes no sense! And I am being calm. In fact, I am being very calm! I have been almost killed, most definitely molested and flashed," I pointed at him, my blush deepening by at least ten shades. "And now you're asking me," I didn't bother keeping my voice down, I was starting to get pissed. "Me! To just waltz on over to a guy that once stole my sword, tried to—and did—pummel my face into a bloody pulp, kidnapped one of my friends and attempted to outright murder me?! You should be glad that I'm not trying to roast you alive!"

He tossed the pillow to the side and frowned, "You kind of did already... Whatever, it doesn't matter because I'm not going to kill you. I just want to play with you."

He looked me dead in the eye. "Unless you want me to fight you?" The Demon King's eyes lit up and he grinned nastily, "Because if so, I can accommodate you. But I don't think you'll like the outcome." He punctuated his declaration with a long lick of his lips.

A vein pulsed on the left side of my face while I held up another fluffy pillow in defense. "What the hell is that even supposed to mean?! See, your already threatening me! Why would I ever let you get close to me if you say that sort of stuff?! Besides, I would never fight my brother!"

It wasn't like I really knew him all that well, but despite past events, once I knew he was family—albeit a strange and kind of demented part of mine—I could never lift a hand against him again. My morals wouldn't allow me to.

Well, at least, in like a fist-fight. If he wanted to get frisky I would of course, punch him. You just didn't do that sort of thing. Especially not to your brothers. An image of Yukio holding me down and doing things to me came to mind and I struggled to shut that idea down before it melted my brain.

Which is why with a shiver, I finished, "And I don't know what kind of kinky...incest-THING you have going on with Mephisto but I'm not interested! Nope, nada, never goin'ta happen! So you! You just stay over there, leave me alone, and we won't have a problem Amonon!"

I wasn't the type to discriminate. I could care less about him or Mephisto being gay. I just didn't want to have any part of their-their "relationship" if you could call it that. Ending my rant with the turn of a mortified face, my cheeks filled with blood because of the images my brain was conjuring up. And seeing how I was no longer watching, I never saw him move.

When I heard a snort and felt a slight dip in the futon, I glanced back to see what the guy was up to. I didn't expect for him to be just a few centimeters away.

"It's Amaimon."

I yelped and fell backwards, scrambling to put some distance between him and me. Holy shi- "Wahh! When did you-?! ...Wait? What?!"

A finger laid itself on my mouth and his hand wrapped around my waist keeping me from moving any further back. "And I could care less about what you want. If I want to fuck I'll do it. Aniue is the same way too. So don't try to order me around."

I wasn't stupid.

My sword was hidden somewhere by Mephisto—that bastard. I was quite obviously not in any condition to be running around—which meant I also couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag let alone against a guy who had made mincemeat out of me both times we had fought each other. Plus, I already stated I wouldn't, so that was not even an option. And there was the fact that I was in the very unlucky position of having the attention—bloodlust or otherwise—of said Demon King. While the icing on the cake was, and I was quite sure—considering the way my luck was going—that no one would be coming to intervene for a long while. This meant he would have enough time to do whatever the hell he wanted to me without interruption. Man, I'm so screwed...

Eyes on mine, a troubled expression passed across his features coincidentally and he murmured in his usual dead voice, "You shouldn't move any further, if you do, we will both be in big trouble."

Narrowing my eyes and baring my teeth, I tried to slap his hands away, though it did me little good. His grip was just as strong as the clown's. "Why? And get off me! I won't hesitate to set you on fi-"

A peck on the lips stopped me from doing much else and I went stock still, reminded of the event in the other room that had been demolished.

He completely ignored my threat and with his hand around my hips, pulled me forward, laying me flush against him, the pillow the only thing between us—and even that was being squished.

"Because, Aniue grounded me. If I move past the barrier around the bed," Gesturing to the edge, he pointed at something I couldn't see and continued, "Then Aniue will know. And he will wonder why you did as well. And we will both be in trouble. And you don't want to get into trouble with Aniue."

Before I knew it I was being yanked fully onto his lap and I tumbled forward. "Huh? Trouble? What kind of- What are you doing?!"

He just blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "Hmm? Don't know. Don't care."

He had flopped onto his back pulling me along with him for the ride while ripping the pillow from me.

I blushed, horrified by the fact that I could practically feel every contour of his body through the fabric of his clothes. I mean, I was practically straddling him!

"Pervert! Didn't I just say I wasn't interested?!" Hitting his shoulder I tried to wiggle away. This guy! Can't he take a hint?! I'm pretty sure I've been as blunt as I could be in telling him to back off!

Amaimon smirked, fangs flashing when he snatched my tail out of the air where it had been wagging furiously in anger. "Then I'll make you interested."
The next thing I knew the tuft at the end of my tail was crushed in his grip. "Hah-! Aggghhh!"

The crushing pain shooting up my spine had me struggling to breathe, making it impossible for me to even talk. I slumped against him, my strength knocked out of me.

"So cooperate, or I might not be so nice."

Snagging his yukata, I gasped into his neck when I felt a hand trail up my leg to my thigh, taking the cloth with it.

"And if you tell Aniue I did this, I'll fuck you raw." His threat was followed by a clawed hand groping my ass.

What?! What is he-! I groaned, still a bit stunned by the assault on my tail to fully react to his wandering hand and whimpered, "Ba-ah!-stard..."

That seemed to only encourage him and he slipped his other hand down to fondle the base of my tail. Showing no mercy in digging his talons into my flesh, Amaimon licked my ear while biting the lobe.

I gasped, feeling his sharp fangs clamp down on the flesh there and turned my head away from him in shame because of the wanton way my body was reacting to his touches.

By this time I was practically immobilized. The pulling and rubbing of my furry appendage sent sparks of pain and pleasure tingling up from my toes to my head. Every time I made to roll or wiggle away he clamped down on it, freezing me in place. It hurts. It really hurts. But it's making my stomach warm. Why is this- Why am I liking this? He is- This is wrong? I shouldn't be- I shouldn't like this, right?

"Look, you are already getting excited." A hand slipped in between our bodies and caressed my half-hard erection.

I jerked, my hands clenching and unclenching around his robe while I squeezed my eyes shut in humiliation from his hands rubbing my skin in the most inappropriate of places. I let out a muffled and chocked denial, "I-I'm not- Stop it! I don't-!"

"I wonder..."

I sank my teeth into the nearest object available—which in this case was his shoulder. Shuddering, I grabbed the hand behind me trying to stop it from moving.

"How indecent. I didn't think you would really already be wet down here." With a gleeful and awe-struck voice he pulled his index finger out of me then circled my entrance with it. Stroking it with his nail and teasing it with his slick finger that was covered with fluid, he kept moving it back in only to pull it out after scratching my walls.

His other hand wrapped around my neck, keeping me from getting up even though I didn't have the strength to do so. With a few more swipes of his tongue he began sucking on the spot below my hair and around the middle of my shoulder blade, his sharp fangs scraping my skin.

I released my teeth from his shoulder and hissed in pain at the circular, probing motion Amaimon kept using to tease me. I shivered at the odd feeling of having something moving in my ass and tried to move away again, my other hand tugging his hair uselessly. My tail flailed about, showcasing my frazzled state.

"Ngghh-! No~ That-that's dirty!" Why and how am I even wet down there? And why is he doing this to me?! I couldn't comprehend it. At least not until I remembered the scene in the bathroom. Then the answer came crashing down on me. My face heated even more.

I tugged on Amaimon arm, trying to make him stop but he didn't. The movement of his finger inside of me was repeated over and over again leaving little chance of being able to move away to save my dignity—or my virginity. Is he really serious about this?! Is he going to-to do THAT to me?!

The finger slid back in, this time another adding to the pressure. My opening stretched to accommodate it and I grit my teeth mewling at the tight fit. "Ahhh! No- I-!"

His nails scrapped across my insides when he shoved them in and out harshly. "Ahhh, you're so tight and hot inside. Have you had enough? Or do you want something...bigger?" A long tongue slid up my neck at the same time, teeth scratching the skin there.

If I had been able to answer in that instant I probably would have never been able to live with myself. The fact that I was feeling hot and bothered told me I had crossed a line I wasn't so sure that I even wanted to or could have. I let go of him, grabbing the bedding instead to anchor myself to something solid that wasn't tormenting me.

Never having experienced such a thing, I had been caught off guard when he first pushed his finger inside. It had been rough and unpleasant, not to mention weird, with the feeling of being filled down there. With two inside though, I could hear an obscene "smacking" and "squelching" sound whenever his fingers moved. It feels and sounds so dirty and yet... And yet I am-

I arched my back when I felt something rubbed inside of me that sent a shockwave of pleasure racing through my body. "Hahh-?! Amai-mon!"

He cocked his head to the side in response. "I like you better this way, moaning my name. Less lip." With a clawed hand he grabbed my hair and pulling it, crashed our lips together.

I didn't resist. Feeling a tongue push against my lips and a sharp jab to whatever was making me feel so good and lightheaded, I opened my mouth.

He didn't hesitate to dominate the kiss and sitting up, he dragged his hand away from my hair to grab my behind.

I moaned into the kiss, hands wrapping around his neck. My eyes drifted shut when he started playing with my tail again, winding it around and around his long fingers. "Ha-nnn~ Amai-Wait~ I-"

My green-haired brother didn't stop attacking my mouth with his fangs or slow down. He was rough to the point where my bottom lip had begun to bleed. Though that seemed to spur him forward with a ravenous, new desire.

I squirmed, only able to breathe when he felt like disconnecting to lick or bite me.

It didn't take long for me to reach my limit. I shuddered in pleasure. "Nhhh~ S-stop! I-I can't-"

Hearing a snicker, I knew he was going to keep going until I actually climaxed. That filled me with terror but also made my cheeks heat further. I ducked my head in embarrassment against his collarbone, the haze of pleasure damping even that shame to such a degree that I no longer minded that I was basically being molested.

I had earlier tried to tell myself that it was natural to feel this way while doing something like this. That it didn't matter if it was a girl or boy doing it. That sex was the same either way. But I knew that that was a weak excuse even for me to come up with. But at the moment...I wasn't worried. This feels so good even though it is so wrong. I don't want to think anymore. I can't- I-

Just when I could take no more I felt the fingers retreat. Gasping in confusion, I fell backward, dazed by the sudden loss while I figured out that I had been pushed away. "Ha-huh?"

Hands immediately started combing through my hair and wiping away sweat and all of the other evidence of what just happened too. A tongue swiped over my cheek and licked away the tear tracks drying on my face.

I hadn't even noticed that I had been crying.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" I glanced at him with hazy eyes, his urgent action leaving me baffled, since I was disoriented and still shaking from the pre-orgasm state I was in. I squeezed my legs together feeling a searing ache pulse from my stomach and groin where my need resided and wrapped my fingers into the futon to steady myself.

Straightening my extra dirty clothes out and hiking the ruined yukata higher over my shoulders instead of where they once laid in the crook of my elbows, he glanced towards the sliding doors along the wall behind him.

Perplexed, I snuck a peek as well but not seeing anything I mumbled out louder, voice thick with idle lust, "H-hey, pervert, why-why did you stop?"

My entire body heated at the question, especially my cheeks because as much as I wanted to feel disgusted I really, really wanted to finish. Even if it meant letting Amaimon do what he wanted. Maybe later I would be ashamed but I just wanted my release, was that so much to ask for?

With my frustration I felt something stir deep down. It coiled, like a snake waiting to strike and I bit my lip. Narrowing my eyes, I leaned forward with a hand out-stretched when he didn't answer, a fury boiling just as hot as my desire in the pit of my stomach.

My older brother suddenly whirled around and blinked when he saw me so close.

Already on the move, I slid back into his lap and pecked him on the lips, hand grasping his yukata tight. "Are you not going to? It would be terribly rude if you didn't~"

I grinned sardonically when his eyes widened in surprise. But it didn't last long for I was once more on my back, this time with him on top of me.

"How unfair that I have to stop right as you want it." He held a pouting face and nipped my lip sulking, "Later. Aniue's coming." Then he rolled off, throwing pillows back to where they once lay and he sat down on a red blanket to my right.

I blinked; staring into the open space he once occupied and finally understanding that he had blown me off, scowled in resentment. Rolling over onto my stomach and needling him with a glare, I bit out harshly, "So you're just going to leave me out to dry? Selfish bastard, take resp-"

A glare was directed at me and I thought better of finishing my sentence when I wasn't at his mercy.

Amaimon smirked when I shut my mouth and then he laid down casually. "Act like you're asleep. Less trouble that way."

I shook my head, a growl reverberating in my throat ready to give him a piece of my mind anyway. My erection felt the flagging mood and lessened considerably. "Why you-"

He smirked; a green blur shooting out passed his yukata. It stopped and quivered in front of my face before wagging gently back in forth as if to say, no-no.

It took me a second to realize what I was looking at but when I did I glanced curiously at it. I never had seen another demon's tail before—at least one on a human looking one. Asta-ru? Astaroka? didn't count.

The slim, forest-green furred-tail curled inward on itself around the over-sized—I, at least believed so, I didn't have a lot of knowledge to go on—tuft and then bopped me on the head, retreating back to its owner. "Recall what I said earlier: if you tattle on me I will make sure to fuck you senseless." The demon King delivered this promise with a wicked grin.

He looks like he is just hoping I do it so he'll have an excuse! I quivered, blood rushing back to my cheeks even though I was no longer aroused. My mind had settled down as well and I could think more clearly past the cloud of want that still lingered half-heartedly in my cooling body.

I ground my teeth and stuck out my tongue at him while blowing a raspberry. The look of surprised ire made me snigger and I flopped down onto the futon, my back facing him with my eyes closed. What am I doing? Teasing him? What is it they say? Don't yolk on someone who is just begging for attention?

It wasn't soon after that thought that the door slid open and I heard Mephisto come in. He seemed to pause and for a few minutes nothing happened.

The whole time I waited for something to occur. And while the time slid by I once more began to think about how I had just acted a few seconds ago. Consciousness about the fact of how I so quickly gave in not only this time but before with Mephisto as well.

I had practically enjoyed it! Trying my best not to make any outward expressions I settled for several rants at the perverted brothers of mine in my head. And...shouldn't I have at least fought a bit more? I practically let him do what he wanted...

When Mephisto grabbed me, I was secretly happy because it gave me something else to think about other then what I had just done.

Until he asked me to tell him what happened. Then the flashback of Amaimon telling me I would get it if I tattled on him popped up and I was forced to choose between a very pissed off Earth King and a very hard place.

I made my decision based on the fact that even if he was scary in his own right he was still afraid of Mephisto. And I most definitely didn't want to be on his bad side if that was the case. It was like choosing between homework and the glinting glasses of Yukio looking over my shoulder after dinner. So it was a no-brainer.

After a brief but agonizing talk with my "big brother"—in which I could barely bring myself to look him in the eye—and a deep-seated hate for anything that dared threaten my nose's safety I was literally dropped to the ground.

I felt poison-tipped daggers pelting me from Amaimon's direction the entire time I sat there. Inwardly grimacing, I immediately knew that I would have to try and stay away from any situation that would place me alone with the psychotic demon. This continued until I was picked up by Mephisto and thrown in the bathroom carelessly with the door slamming shut behind me.

[Back to Depressed, Doki-Doki Rin]

Just another long list of abuses on my record for all it was worth. Jeez, you would think being sick for a few days would garner some gentle loven'-I mean caring, but noooo I get dropped like a sack of potatoes. More like tossed.

I grumbled, tired from my earlier ordeal and slightly confused about—well, just about everything that tended to happen to me every time I woke up.

I lifted my head to stare at the door for a few seconds as if I could set it on fire with nothing but my eyeballs but once I realized it wouldn't—I could light freakin' candles on fire so why not a simple door? I was good at setting things on fire that I shouldn't dammit!—I let my head flop back to the tile. Which kinda hurt but then again, that's what I get for hitting my head on a tiled-floor.

My eyebrow twitched and I scowled. Stupid door, stupid ground, stupid clown, stupid piece of molesting broccoli! Stupid, stupid, stupid-idiot! Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?! Better yet why can't they just leave me alone?! The whole situation made my head spin. I hate thinking. I wish I were brain-dead...

My eye twitched too and then I grabbed my hair and started rolling around on the floor letting out a long whine of frustration. After getting really dizzy I finally stopped and just laid on my stomach on the nice, cold ground, letting my face cool down.

Glaring at the tiles, I wished that my life could be a little less complicated. I wasn't too big on thinking too much but I knew I couldn't just barrel my way through this situation this time around. Not with two perverted demons in the other room just waiting to pounce.

I frowned. Well, I'm a demon too so just forget that part. It isn't even a big unveiling. I knew something was fishy about Mephisto in the first place and Amaimon is just Amaimon. The problem I was having was the fact that they were intent on—I blushed deeply, struggling to wrap my head around it—doing hentai stuff to me. So if they were quite capable and willing to molest me before without hesitation, what would they try next?

My brain seemed to malfunction at that train of thought for a second time that day—or night or morning... I was going to have a serious talk with the clown about that.

Why exactly was I here in the first place? Was I being held hostage or was this all some sort of sick twisted game on his part? Oh God, I hope not. I don't think I can handle being stuck with these two crazy assholes for much longer. I will definitely lose my virginity if I do.

My thoughts flashed to my friends in hopes of ignoring that thought. I wondered how many days it had been since Kyoto. I had officially lost track of the time. What is everyone else doing...? I wonder if they are worried about me... Do they even miss me? I would like to think that everyone is cool with me now... But I first have to take care of this... Can I even get out? Will they even let me get away from them?

What do they even really want?

In the end, my mind turned back to my original worry and I stared at the floor wishing for some sort of guidance. And stared. And stared. And stared some more hoping to come up with something, anything to get me out of this mess. Maybe-! Nope. Or I could-! Na... Well, if I just do what they say and let them have their way with me... Gahhhh! I can't do that! I can't even imagine that scenario!

I rolled over onto my back again; arms and legs spread out at my side and closed my eyes, cheeks burning from the thought.

Shura's right...I'm really sort of a breezy kind of guy. I ain't gonna get anything done at this rate...

I sat up, dejected with the hard facts of life, or more generally, my own personal problems while toying with the ripped ends of the clown's yukata. When I noticed the blood stains and tears in the fabric though; all of a sudden I felt kinda grimy.

Not to mention violated when I traced the bruises around my neck. And felt the bite-marks on my flesh along with the phantom sensations of Amaimon's tongue. Both of their tongues. And hands. I don't think I would ever forget the feeling of sharp nails trailing across my skin and moving inside me.

My tail began to puff up like an angry cat's and I grimaced, trying to smooth down the fur before it started to look like a giant bottle-brush. No use getting worked up over it now...

When I succeeded brushing it down, I crinkled my nose at the oily feeling of my tail's fur and sniffed it. I smelt of dirt and bloody ash. Just unwholesome and not like my usual self. I felt my stomach clench at the feeling of unwashed skin and shuddered at the thought of how filthy and disgusting I must be to smell as bad as I did.

I resigned myself to getting clean and stood up. I looked around and immediately decided on a shower. I would have loved a long bath but I really didn't want to go over to that side of the room. There was no telling where they had been, hell they could have done it in the shower for all I knew but the fact was I didn't and I didn't want to test my luck at the moment.

The mere topic made my blush start to heat up again and I smacked my cheeks in an attempt to stop myself before I went down that road any further.

It's just a quick shower. Get in and out. In and out. In and- I'll just take a damn rinse before anyone comes in!

Shrugging away my worries, I moved to start stripping. Now...how exactly do I untie this thing? It took me a few seconds to sort out where the beginning of the obi was and at least a minute to untangle the intricate folds holding it in place but finally it all fell to the ground. Why does this thing need two ties anyway? Before I shrugged off the rest of the garment though, I came to the realization that I didn't have anything else to change into after my bath.

Clutching the ruined yukata shut, I grabbed the obi and the white belt off the floor and knowing that I didn't want to take a shower and get all clean, only to end up having to wear dirty clothes that I've had on for only God knows how long, I paused. I am so not putting these back on...maybe a towel until I can get new ones?

That was vetoed right out of the gate. I didn't want the clown skipping in here to see me in nothing but a towel. Or Amaimon for that matter. It might encourage them. And I didn't want to take a chance at that happening. Never again. Ever.

I frowned; perplexed by my predicament until I started looking around for a closet or something that might have an extra set of clothes in it that I could borrow. For a few seconds I actually looked at the bathroom I was in.

Pretty posh in all respects but over-the-top, as usual when it came to Mephisto. It was just what was to be expected. Besides that, it was only when I forced myself to look on the other side of the room that I noticed a bundle of clothes folded neatly on the counter.

Blinking in surprised suspicion, I slid a bit closer. Those...weren't there earlier. Were they? I narrowed my eyes and went a little closer to inspect them while ignoring the tug in the back of my head that warned of danger. Or the action replay just waiting to spring to life from earlier.

On the light-colored marble counter was a simple black yukata with a wide, crimson obi laying upon it with a black cord and two white belts I didn't know what to do with. The one I was wearing didn't have so many attachments.

At first I thought there was nothing fancy about the yukata itself, not like the one I was wearing at the moment that had been damaged beyond all repair.

Then the pattern on it in a lighter stitch caught my attention. It was so faint but when the material reflected the light I could see tiny flames dancing on its fabric. It was mesmerizing. My eyes wondered till I stumbled across a pink sticky note that must have been on the top of the bundle but was lying upside down on the side of it at the moment.

I hesitantly picked it up, staying a few inches away from the counter after I set down the obi in my hand and started reading it.

[Hello, little one,

I suppose you must be feeling a bit over-whelmed at the moment and also very, very dirty. So I advise you to take a quick shower or bath, whichever you prefer, before I come to retrieve you. I am sure you know how to dress in a yukata.

And if you please, do try and keep this one in one piece. Or else I'll just have to find alternative means of clothing for you to wear and make you pay compensation for this one.

And since Okumura-san is the bread-winner and such a caring, younger brother, I bet he would be none too thrilled about hearing of your near-death experience. So, I believe you would want to work it off secretly.

That is, under me, of course.

Your favorite older brother,

Mephisto~ *heart*]

The note fluttered to the floor as my face traveled the entire spectrum of the color red. Tell Yukio?! Is he-? Is he seriously black-mailing me?!

Shaking with rage, I stomped on the piece of expensive-looking stationary, with his stupid-looking cursive hand-writing, in an equally gross-looking, purple ink with the most definitely creepy-looking heart at the end of his signature.

When I was done raging I kicked the crumple piece of paper across the room and glanced at the provided clothes with my arms crossed and my cheeks puffed out in annoyance. This sucks...

Eventually, my fuming came to an end when I sighed, slumping in on myself in defeat. Well, it isn't like I have anything else to wear... But I don't know how to put one on... Kusojijii always did it for me... And don't think I had that much stuff to put on before...

Sighing again, I resigned myself to figuring it out later. I peeked at it again before trudging over to the shower, snagging a huge, purple-colored, fluffy-looking towel off the rack on the way to use afterwards.

Hanging it close, I pushed open the glass-door outlined with gold metal and stepped into the white-marble interior that lay behind it.

It didn't take me long to figure out the controls for the water and when it started, I sighed in contentment when the scolding hot liquid drummed down on me. Soon the glass-door was fogged up with steam while I washed away all the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the past few what? Hours? Days? Weeks? I didn't know. All I did though; was that it felt great to be clean again.

I used the only bath stuff that was in the shower and found to my surprise it was all new. Rolling my eyes, I used a liberal amount of soap—which smelled like nothing, which surprised me.

You would think someone like the clown would own something a bit more—well, more fun. Like cotton candy, or even bubblegum-scented soap. I guess he was at least sensible in that respect.

Or he didn't put any of the stuff he used in here... This was more likely than anything else. I wouldn't put pass the clown, he was pretty cheap after all.

After finishing with the soap I moved onto surprise-surprise, scentless shampoo and conditioner. It didn't take me long to do that part. I just dumped both on my head at the same time and scrubbed wildly getting it all bubbly, then washed it out—like I usually did. I wasn't being lazy; I just did it like that because it saved time. I didn't want to waste precious minutes that I could use eating or sleep, bathing in the evenings. Unless I wanted to take a nice, long, hot bath. Then I would. It was always worth it.

Everything was done including my tail, which wasn't fun—it didn't like to stay still and that was mostly because it felt too much like I was playing with myself. Damn whoever made tails so sensitive! I ignored any flashback to previous molestations.

Grumbling, I grabbed my towel and dried myself off while stepping out of the shower. I let my feet sink into the soft, dark-green rug right underneath the door and walked over to the sink area while drying my hair with another, smaller towel I had found.

Not bothering to wipe away the mist on the glass I took off the towels and lifting the obi and the other things off the yukata, set them aside along with it. I snatched the black cloth up and unfurled it, ready to try and put it on. Just because I had taken a hot shower didn't mean that I wasn't cold.

Before that happened though, my eye twitched in anger and embarrassment. I stared at the piece of clothing I was holding in my hands. It was soft, light and very, very short.

I spun it around several times, trying to see if maybe my eye-sight was playing tricks with me. I even held it up against my rapidly cooling body in hopes it was longer then it appeared to be.

I had no such luck. It stopped midway between my thighs and knees. There was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't be able to bend over. Not if I didn't want to end up flashing someone.

Shouldn't there be a little bit more, I-don't-know, fabric on this thing?! I closed my eyes and grit my teeth cursing the clown up, down, and sideways for being such a pervert. For them both being such perverts. For all the stuff they had put me through since I woke up in Mephisto's bedroom sick.

I sighed, really hoping their penchant for depravity was just a personal defect and not a demon one. I didn't want become that warped.

After all, that had to be the only reason why this clothing was as revealing as it was.

Looking through the articles of clothing again I slumped in defeat. Just like I thought.

And why once again, I found myself left with no underwear to well, wear.

No, they were both quite obviously enjoying their torment of me. Even if it wasn't really Amaimon who started it. I mean, it was Mephisto who asked him to kiss me. It was Mephisto who left him alone in the same room as me.

In a moment of realization I was even starting to wonder if he hadn't pointed him in the right direction towards me when it came to the Amusement Park debacle or the incident in the forest. Something had seemed off about our meetings then and I was still getting that same vibe.

What made it even worse was the fact that it wasn't restricted to fighting anymore. Amaimon seemed to have developed another sort of affection. Which all boiled down to him wanting to—to be frank—fuck me and it was his idea that I really had no choice in the matter.

Plus, the fact that he had the strength to back up that claim was just as worrying. If Mephisto hadn't come back there was no telling how far he would have gone.

It wasn't normal. What they both were trying to pull. I didn't even know if I swung that way—demon or not. I had my values. And having sex with your brother should have definitely been against mine.

The more I thought about it the more I understood that I wasn't so opposed to that thought so much anymore. It had been. Was, at least at first. I didn't necessarily find it so strange like before. Not anymore. Something had changed and I wasn't too happy about that. No one forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. No one. But was I really starting to…like it?

I clamped down on that thought before it got out of the gate.

Even if that was so, what Mephisto had done himself in the bedroom to me was still hovering in the back of my mind. He hadn't tried anything else on me since. Not yet at least.

But if the locked door and this half-assed garment was anything to go by I knew things were about to start heading that way.

If only I could understand why. Why were they acting this way? Amaimon shouldn't have gone from psychotic cutthroat to horny bastard in zero seconds flat. Or Mephisto from distant guardian to flirty molester. It just didn't make a bit of sense. Then again nothing about demons every seemed to make any sense anyway. Hell, most of the time I didn't understand myself.

Shaking my head in frustration I growled, "When I get my hands on those guys..."

"You'll do what?"

The sudden voice in my ear and the warm air that ghosted over my naked back out of nowhere, made me shriek in fright.

I whipped around, hitting the counter in an effort to create some distance between the speaker and myself while I hugged the onyx yukata to my front. My free hand was covering the ear that air had been blown into by the man in front of me. "Wha-! You-you? When did you-?!"

Just a few centimeters away stood Mephisto, the very man—um, demon brother—I was talking about. What in the name of-! When did he come in?!

Raising his eyebrow, he grinned wide, fangs glinting in the bathroom light. "Hmm~? No need to be jumpy. It is just me."

Stuttering with a red face, I attempted to cover more of my body with the cloth in my hand because it was slipping out of my grasp. I fumbled for my voice, eyes wide in disbelief. Is he a ninja?! "You-you-?! That's exactly the problem!"

He chuckled, eyes crescent-moons with an expression on his face I couldn't put into words. "I take it you are having trouble Rin? May I be of service?"

I shuffled backward a little, my tail wrapping around my thigh in an effort to conceal more of my flesh from his prying eyes. Which were watching me like a hawk.

"You do look a bit red. Hasn't anyone told you that if you use too much hot water you'll get sick? One mustn't over indulge. It is bad for your health."

It didn't take me long to recognize the mocking lilt and the hypocritical double-standard in his words. Or his perverted leer when I felt them run up and down my exposed body, lingering especially on my waist were it was only half-way covered.

In vain attempt at modesty, I tried to drag the yukata up to cover more of my body.

This was quite a failure seeing how when I hiked it up he could see more of my thighs and other areas, leading me to be caught in a bit of a dilemma regarding what I felt needed to be far away from his glances.

Though, on another note when it came to a situation where I should keep my loudmouth shut, I never did.

Retorting hotly, I snarked, "Says the guy who eats sweets left and right like they're going out of fashion! And ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!"

I didn't really know if he did that but I had seen him eat the junk food enough to where I could tell he didn't eat much of anything else besides that and his precious candy.

At my words the amethyst-haired male pouted. But there was a glint of humor and a very strange look in his jade eyes I just couldn't ignore. "I don't eat it all the time. I do enjoy fruits you know."

A tick mark appeared on my face while I tried to hold back a hollow laugh. With what? Ten pounds of sugar and a miniature tub of melted chocolate? I didn't say that out loud, but I wish I had so I could have at least seen the look on his face.

Placing a hand on his hip, he smirked, oblivious to my inner thoughts and inched closer to me while pointing his other hand at my face.

I blankly noticed his nails were still black and sharp looking like earlier.

"But really now? You're just changing the subject. Quite badly, I may point out. If you don't get dressed soon you'll catch a cold." A wide grin split his face and he lifted up a bit of the yukata away from my skin around my waist. "Unless, of course, you plan on wearing this like a toga? ~"

I slapped away his groping hand where it had almost completely uncovered my crotch. "No! I was fixing to put it on but you came sneaking in here like a peeping-tom!"

His mouth made an "O" then his grin was back full-force.

It didn't help that I had an epiphany at the moment about how similar Amaimon and him looked like when they grinned like slashers.

"Now I say! I would never. That would just be rude. ~"

I would have believed that if he hadn't taken the chance to step closer and fiddle with my damp hair, that same off-kilter smile plastered on his face. "I am a gentlemen. Never would I stoop to such trashy measures."

A sweat drop slid down my face while I took in his close proximity and slid a bit to the left so I didn't end up trapped against the counter. I noticed while I was at it that he didn't deny that he would not try to do so in even more "polite" ways. "Right~ And I am the King of England." I said it as sarcastically as possible hoping to distract from my sly escape.

"Oh, then allow me to apologize, your Majesty." He nodded his head mockingly and placed his right hand on the counter, blocking my escape route.

I gulped. I didn't like where this was going. Me and my big mouth are going to get me killed one day... But I had to ask. "About what?"

His grin stretched his fangs out for the world to see. The left hand of his that was in my hair twirled a strand of it then fisted the one's on the back of my neck, yanking my head up. "For this."

I wasn't given a chance to protest before he captured my mouth and kissed me. I felt his lips move across mine and he took my bottom lip into his mouth sucking on it. I groaned when he chewed on it making my skin tingle.

Mephisto's kiss was gentle, yet cruel not like the way Amaimon's had felt. I immediately gasped with wide eyes when I felt him bite hard and lick my mouth teasingly.

Wrapping a hand in his purple hair and tugging, I tried to get him off me but got side-tracked when he continued to nip and bite. My other hand was a bit preoccupied with keeping the yukata up and not on the ground to do anything else.

The taller male just responded by sliding his hand from the counter and onto my hip. He didn't stop there, continuing on till he cupped my behind and gave it a squeeze.

I moaned into his mouth and felt a long tongue wrap around mine. His right hand wrapped around my waist pulling me forward and pressed my body to his.

I felt something that should not have been there and when Mephisto tugged the base of my tail, I stomped on his foot making him let go while letting out a yelp.

"Ouch!" He scrunched up his face in pain and backed away from me holding his foot with a sullen look on his visage. "Was that necessary? It is quite discourteous to step on someone's foot you know."

Wiping away the saliva that had accumulated down the side of my face I ignored the little tingle of agony that was buzzing along my spine due to the tail pulling.

I grinned in anger; steamed that he had the nerve to say such a thing when he himself was the one who had just stuck HIS tongue down my throat without asking and tugged MY tail! "I'm about to stick my foot somewhere the sun don't shine, pervy clown! How's that for discourse?! Stop messing around! And don't pull my tail!"

Letting go of his foot, the tall, clad in pink yukata figure sighed while rubbing the bridge of his nose. He finally leveled a glare at me, narrowing his eyes while he straightened his rumpled yukata. "One, it is discourteous, not discourse. Discourse implies an intellectual exchange of ideas; discourteous means one who is being impolite, rude, ill-mannered, uncivil, disrespectful and inconsiderate."

Mephisto took a step forward, closing the distance between us again and a terrible smile appeared on his features. "Two, I am not playing around; on the contrary, I am actually doing what I should have done when I first brought you to True Cross."

I paled a little at his second statement. Wary of the taller male, I shrunk back against the counter. I didn't move away from it even though I knew I would be trapped against it again because doing so would have brought me closer to him. I also didn't try to edge to the door or anywhere else because really? There was nowhere to run to.

Amaimon was just outside waiting to execute his revenge on me and Mephisto was in here, no doubt about to do something my morals would vehemently object to.

And it wasn't like I would be able to get past Amaimon or get away from Mephisto either anyway. I was basically screwed every which way I looked. And the kinda of crazy, prideful part of me was screaming at me to stand my ground. And take it like a man. But I ignored that last part. There was nothing manly about being molested by another man-uh, demon-agh, person, brother, thing, dammit!

So trying to keep my composure at the non-existent hope of getting out of here without getting at the very least fondled—again—I, with false bravery, challenged while crossing my arms, "And? What is that?"

Moving so he was just an inch away from me, he cornered me right up against the marble counter again. With a sweet smile gracing his features, he leaned down till we mirrored our previous positions.

A hand ghosted across my shoulder till it started playing with the longer tresses of my hair on the back of my neck while the other one rested by my side.

Once more trapped by his movements, I swallowed, tail winding in on itself while I tried to hide behind the thin cloth in my hands.

Just because I wasn't going to run didn't mean I was at all ready for whatever he planned to do to me.

Our faces were too close to each other and I could only hold eye-contact for so long with him.

Glancing away, a finger and thumb curled under my chin and raised it up so I was forced to look at him. I could feel a light dusting of pink crossing my cheeks at his gentle touch.

Waiting for my brothers' answer, I flicked my eyes back to his out of anxiety and was caught not by the smoldering desire in his emerald eyes but by the shift of his irises to the color of molten gold.

Our lips were so close I could feel his warm breath ruffling my eyelashes. Unable to look away, I nearly dropped the new yukata in my hands to the floor when his hand moved away from my hair to tease my ear.

I squeaked and shut my eyes when he closed the distance between us.


For that one reviewer, Dementra I just gave you your answer. Sorry it took me two chapter but I was planning on explaining it eventually. Yum, Sukiyaki!~

So, bye-bye!~

Oh, and I am a complete noob. I kept spelling yukata, as yukuta... I don't really know how that happened~ 0,o

Seeing anything worth fixing? Yes, no? If you bother to review yell at me! You guys are really good about that sort of stuff though, anyway!

Ah, and thanks gecko-samedi for the correct trans. of my crappy German. You are a doll~

Tarry a while. Thou art so fair. ~ Wild-Tama