-Chapter 13-

(Meh, not much of a lemon in here, but a quick moment of perverted actions are done in the beginning, hence the warning.)

'Ugh, my head is killing me...' Brief thought to himself as he stood out of bed. He felt a chill run across his stomach, and looked down to see that he was naked. Surprised at his current lack of clothing, he grabbed the cover that remained on the bed and wrapped it around his form. 'Where the heck are my clothes?' Then, as he tried to find his clothes, he noticed that he wasn't even in HIS room anymore. The room he was in was bare, similar to that a Spartan would of lived in, with the exception of a single electronic clock ticking its annoying tune in the corner.

After ten minutes of searching, he finally found a pair of briefs, which were tangled under the blanket he used to cover himself with, and gave up on trying to find more. As he put them on, he heard a loud 'crack', and opened the door. The hallway, just like the room, was bare, had nothing but candles to illuminate the path in front of him, though it did allow him to hear more of the 'crack' sounds. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed that there were small, claw like markings on the ground, as if someone was trying to mark their territory.

'Kinda makes me wonder if I'm in ghost territory, or if Fastener is around.' Brief turned the corner, and was surprised to see a messy, depressed Kneesocks laying on the floor with a pillow under her head. "KNEESOCKS!" He shouted as he leaned over her. She slowly opened her eyes, making him sigh in relief as she clung to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Brief-kun!" Kneesocks pressed herself onto his his shoulder, surprising him as he fell on his butt from the sudden movement.

"No," He said, kissing her cheek, "I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't of reacted in such a way." Before he could say anything else, she pressed her lips onto his, forcing him to deepen the kiss and wrap his arms around her waist. Unfortunately, he found his hands gripping her ass, and nearly let go, only to hear a soft moan escape her lips.

"B-Brief-kun!" She exclaimed, causing him to grin and gave her ass a slap.

"Do you like that Kneesocks-chan?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her neck as he gave her ass a few more slaps. With each slap, Kneesocks jolted, shivering as her moans increased with volume. Then, with no warning, Kneesocks pushed him away and stood up, grabbing his right hand, and dragged him back to the room he just left. He didn't mind though, since not only did it give him a lovely up skirt view, but he didn't mind what he assumed was going to happen in the room. In fact, he felt himself become hypnotized by it, and forced his head up her skirt, showing a more brave persona by kissing what he figured was her womanhood. She stopped, letting loose a moan as his tongue licked the panty covering it, feeling the folds of flesh thanks to how thin the panties were.

"B-Brief-kun! Lets finish this up in the room, please?" Kneesocks exclaimed, forcing him to pull his head away from her precious honey hole and gave her round, bountiful ass a bite. As she fell to the ground, he slapped the other cheek, using his other hand to rub her womanhood, pressing his fingers as far as they could go with the panties in the way. He couldn't get much further with his actions, or to appreciate her lovely ass, thanks to her kicking him in the chest. Then, as he was leaning up, he felt her grab his head and forced it up her skirt. "Now, keep that tongue of yours working as we slowly walk back to the room, got it!" He nodded, making her panties move to the side, allowing him to slip his tongue into her womanhood. It was a new taste, a different sensation that he could of ever thought, and he found himself getting hard as he began to eat her out, trying to match her steps as they walked back to the room.

He apologized, Kneesocks was happy, and they were about to take a new step in their relationship, which made anything to happen in the room well worth the happiness he felt at the moment.

-Meanwhile-

"Sheesh, I thought they'd never leave." A green haired, red skinned girl said as she walked away from the door she was about to open. With a wicked smirk on her face, she returned her gaze to her current plaything.

For the Akuma family, only Corset, their father, was the one who was most open with their domination fetish, climaxing at the mere thought of the tight suppression that only the serious bondage he felt during his sessions. Kneesocks simply preferred to see everyone obey her rules, leaving them to do anything else otherwise, but for herself, Scanty knew that she loved to get down and dirty with her prey.

And the man in front of her was no different.

Well, at the moment, worm would be a better term for the male. The man was covered head to toe in leather, with his arms being hung from behind by a chain that was tied tightly around his wrists. Where his mouth, eyes, and cock were located were gray zippers that were currently closed, though the area around his eyes and mouth were dripping with dark crimson blood. At the sight of the liquid, Scanty bent down and slapped the pathetic being, letting the droplets of blood drop into her other hand. After a minute of waiting, she found herself collecting a small puddle in the palm of her hand, and brought it to her lips.

"Yuck," She mumbled as she swallowed the load on her hand, "Your blood is disgusting!" Scanty kicked the man's chest, smirking as her heels dug into his chest. The small scream dissatisfied her though, causing her to grab "Spikey" and stood behind the man. On this special bondage suit of hers was a special zipper, "special" since it was usually saved for rape purposes, which was located between the victim's ass cheeks. As soon as she unzipped enough to see the man's asshole, she shoved Spikey as far as the man's bum could take. The wails of agony, no, the symphonies of despair that sang from the man's soul made her moan as she felt herself climax on the spot. She noticed that she couldn't push the fourteen inch dildo further into the man, so, she jumped into the air and kicked it as far as it could go, making his screams reach a new height as she began to laugh.

"Mhmmm!" Curious at what she thought she heard, she walked to the front of the man and unzipped the area around his mouth. More blood poured from the new found exit, but she had no interest of the liquid fool's gold in front of her. "Please! I'll do anything you want, but STOP IT!"

"Not until you tell me what I want to know!"

"I will!" The man screamed, shaking his head as if to free himself from the chains holding his hands. Scanty slapped him once more, glaring at the worm he truly was. "I had to do it, as was dictated in the contract I signed!"

"I know that!" Scanty stated, filing the part of 'contract' in the back of her head. "I want to know WHO was the one you made the contract with, let alone what it has to do with him!" Then, as if she said some type of magical word, the man stopped moving, his head looking down, similarly to a corpse. Then, with no reason as to WHY he did it, he LAUGHED like her father did.

"Do you know my family history? For generations, even before the official declaration of Daten City being called such, my family has been in control of this area, being priests and nuns who warded spirits and ghouls from this land. As time passed, we couldn't, even with the help of the new recruits my forefathers trained, couldn't protect the city as they once had. More demons began to appear, growing stronger by an object hidden amongst the lands. This object, this horrid object was called Hell's Key to Demons, but its called by modern archeologists as the Hellsmonkey.

"This key, not only gave a boost to any being of evil in terms of magical ability and strength, but also gave the humans who possessed it the ability to create, destroy, or assimilate both demons, and the bindings of demons into the creature itself, granting them immunity from whatever method trapped them in the past. When the heavens caught word of this object, Angels came down from their holy land, killing the beings that we humans could not. Yet, instead of helping us, they too tried to take over the city, hoping to claim the Hellsmonkey for their own purposes, to put the beings of Hell against one another, and to attack whatever remained of their breeds.

"My great-grandfather didn't like this, consider the three way war between them continued for hundreds of years, and sought to find the key by himself. So, he exiled himself from our family, though it isn't written in our official family tree, and hunted for the Hellsmonkey. He found it under the ownership of a being called a name in a language unknown to us humans, even spirits and Angels have trouble speaking this name, so he simply called the being Kira, a Japanese word for Killer, due to how the being was dressed. In exchange for the Hellsmonkey, the being wanted to die, so he possessed both the key and my great-grandfather, hoping that he'd finally be killed, instead of living an immortal life.

"From that point, he was able to seal all of the demons into the land of Daten City itself, eternally punishing the demons for attacking by draining them of their life in order to feed the land of the city. The Angels, fearful of his new found power, left Daten City with a warning that he couldn't keep the key safe forever. Much to my dismay, its been safe ever since, being reincarnated into descendants of that man, no one else from it, most likely due to his contract. Then, around my teen years, I met her, the current holder of the Hellsmonkey during that time, and I couldn't help but to fall in love with her. I didn't care about the taboo of it, nor of how she could of brought the end of all humanity, I loved her.

"Then, that's when everything went to hell, when we had our son who DIDN'T have the key. I ran all of the tests myself, every magical enchantment, sensor, and relic we owned throughout the generations, and it all came up with no results! When all was lost, I ignored that child and my traitorous wife, focusing on the Rock Foundation my bloodline has kept in Daten City, when I was contacted by IT years ago. It asked for the execution of my wife, and in exchange, it would reveal the location of the Hellsmonkey without any drawbacks. Hence, when I divorced her, I told the guards to shoot her when she gave my son any type of physical contact after it was declared to the family. I was such a FOOL!" The man began to laugh loudly, the evidence of his voice becoming rough and ragged thanks to the lack of fluid in him, though Scanty was focusing on the information she was given. He told her everything she wanted, and more than she expected, but she didn't hear the one thing she was looking to hear from him.

"WHO MADE YOU SIGN THE CONTRACT YOU DEVIL! WHO MADE YOU RUIN BRIEF'S LIFE!"

"I CAN'T SAY!" The man screamed, causing her to glare at the man. She could feel the glare behind the zipped eyes. "Its a curse of my family, in order to protect anyone with the Hellsmonkey from being found by Angels and Demons. Only one who has signed a contract with us can know of it, and even then, it is hinted at, at best. No one has found a way to get around this restriction, and when IT showed me who did hold the Hellsmonkey, I felt what remained of my heart die with my wife. As for who made me ruin his life, I can't say that either, unless I want to die from the scriptures on my back. I can tell you this though, natural death, nor implied death, will come of those who are claimed by Hellsmonkey. They'll always survive, even in the most abnormal of ways, making them nearly immortal to everything except one thing." From there, silence overtook the room, with the exception of the man's breathing taking over the room. As the silence danced around her, a plan slowly formed in her mind. A plan so devious, so horrid that it would hurt her dear sister to the point of suicide, force Stocking to step further into the darkness, AND gain the approval of her father, all in one fell swoop. With a nod to herself, she grabbed the zipper around the man's throat and unzipped it, pulling it off the man. The man's orange hair was darker than it was before her session began, most likely due to the blood that now stained his hair, and had several bruises covering his face. The long wrinkle around his eyes showed sleep deprivation, which was thanks to her keeping him up for nearly two days, and his eyes, so similar to his, yet held a black flame that reminded her so much of her father.

"Mr. Rock, how would you like to create a contract merging the Akuma Industry with the Rock Foundation?"

-Author's Notes-

Yea, I just did that. I updated, though it was another double shooter, and I'm damn proud of it! Now we have a more worthy history of the past, and some very promising bits of information for an interesting ending to the story, whenever that comes. Also, I know that Hellsmonkey is spaced, but, for the purpose of the combination of the words Hells, Demon, and Key, I'm keeping it as the form I have it. That, and it sounds more dangerous than specifying that it belongs to someone else.

Please, review, so that way I don't get abused by Kneesocks anymore!