Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 17/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, Amaimon,
Genre: angst, smex, some-fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, brocon, RinYukio, prolly ooc?
Summary: "Confusion but mostly fear. Two most primary emotions. Nothing warm, not happiness nor love just this piercing cold confusion, fear. Fear of what he couldn't tell though, maybe it was a fear of Rin himself. Of what he might do, what he might fuck up this time around. As if he didn't do enough damage already, to both of them."
A/N: For full version (angst-filled badly written smut) go on my AO3. Also, I was channeling Mephisto just now so bad I can't. Sorry for the wait and enjoy...
previously in...
"In that corridor, behind the doors he stood before, was Yukio. And he shouldn't be here – now - but he was and that was his choice. With a ragged breath Rin put his hand on the door's handle and pushed them open.
Last days events still reverberated in his mind, firing his confidence up – because fuck everything; it was his heart on the line not anybody else's."
now...
The room would be drowning in darkness - that was the first thing Rin noticed upon laying his eyes inside it - if not for a small desk lamp that gave off luminous golden glow to the space that separated him and his brother. Once he made his way in, he closed the doors not so gently with his hand, not even for a second loosing the sight of Yukio who kept on standing still before small, way too high placed window probably trying to see at least a part of a beautiful nighttime sky.
At that one moment Rin's confidence faltered, almost popping like a bubble. Because what the fuck was he even doing in here? What was he thinking coming into his twins room at this time? Especially now. Supermoon was going to be at it's highest point this night and he knew how bad it could be for half-breed like himself. Not to mention that he came in here for Yukio.
His twin brother, his soulmate.
In between slow, steady breaths he could practically taste on his tongue the strange yet so very intoxicating scent that was filling up confines of the room. Well, shit he got it really bad, he realized when he was able to notice the bond twisting and turning in the air, silently reminding him of it's existence. His tail swashed behind him, only to twitch in surpassed frustration.
Damn, it was awkward as hell, wasn't it? He couldn't help himself though because frankly his guts were curling almost painfully inside him and he felt a very cold chill run down his back. Well, that was just perfect. Why the fuck his primal, demonic side choose to go impasse right about now? Because yes, he started to regret his stupid decision to come over in here very much.
He gulped rather loudly but still seemed to go completely unnoticed by his brother. Looking from one side on this situation, Rin felt relieved that Yukio didn't spot him but upon longer consideration he also felt that bittersweet aftertaste of it, that he would never actually matter that much to him.
Yeah, it showed clearly that both of them were on completely different pages of their stories.
With a bitter, inner chuckle frown crawled upon Rin's forehead as he moved his unblinking eyes towards floor. Oh, how angry he was at himself for doing nothing and everything yet again. As far he knew he still needed to make that decision, as Yukio didn't seem to even acknowledge the passive struggle he was going through.
Truth was, the doors were still open.
Just as his inner chuckle morphed into low growl that was aimed at himself to do something, Yukio picked the exact same moment to sigh and rub his forehead tiredly. What he didn't expect though was for his brother to turn around and practically stagger back into desk, catching himself in time before he would fall all over it.
"NII-SAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!"
Yukio's screech temporarily smacked Rin hard enough to bring him back to the matter at hand, that he haven't made the decision just yet. That he still could or could not... With a what was supposed to be an sincere smile, he curled his tail before putting hands into trousers pockets.
He shrugged. "I— Well—" All the words has left him, and he hated it mainly because he felt as warmness crawled up his face. It was a good thing that lamp concealed most of his blush, but did nothing to hide a twitch of his tail though.
Actually, before Rin managed to untangle his mind and reevaluate entire situation, his brother raised accusingly finger at him, still wide eyed and quite unbelieving that he came into his room.
"Get out" Yukio snapped, his eyebrows furrowing. "You can't be in here, nii-san!" he all but hissed.
Seeing his twin having a one of the very unlikely tantrums was hella cute. And he shouldn't but Rin found himself slowly grinning towards said twin anyway, because damn that four-eyes was so rarely showing any kind of emotion slip pass his obnoxiously passive mask that he just couldn't let it go. So he didn't.
"Hey, I'm not doing anything... yet" he said, shrugging and grinning like a fool. But there was a good thing in that because he once again remembered why he came in there in the first place. Nonchalantly he stepped closer to Yukio as the other stood straight, glaring at him. "Why so flustered, four-eyes?" he quipped, and damn he couldn't help that quirk of his lips when he said it.
"You well know why!" growled back Yukio, while gripping desk with his palms. Knuckles becoming ghostly white from the pressure he put into it. "You shouldn't be in here" he added, slowly reverting into his usual aloofness. Yet there was a very visible redness to his cheeks that even the golden glow couldn't hide.
"Oh? You mean because of this?" prodded on Rin, finally releasing one of his hands and motioned towards the bond that surrounded them, dancing in slow motion. "Is it really that bad to have it?" he asked the dreaded question.
And there it was, he saw it – the conflict in Yukio's teal eyes.
"It's wrong" his brother answered sharply, cutting his eyes towards the floor. Brown, messy hair temporarily hid his troubled face.
"Is it, really?" Rin asked again, just to make sure. He already started to feel how his hope was tediously cracking and how first seeps of shame rained down upon it.
"Yes, it is!" growled suddenly Yukio, pushing himself up and by doing so almost coming face-to-face with him. Then he promptly glared with a furrowed brows just to shake his head in disdain. "We're brothers for god's sake, Rin! We can't— We never should even— Just go, please. Leave."
Another icy glare was thrown his way but he just blinked in confusion at his twins reactions and even more at his words. Yukio clearly looked as if he was trying to get his head around this as well, but couldn't make his mind up. Without a thought he moved, half-annoyed half-glad that his brother wasn't already throwing him out as he supposed he would by now.
With a somehow too blank smile though, Rin put his freed hand on Yukio's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "It's alright. I am scared too."
But his twin just shook his head sadly at that, as his facade changed. In a matter of seconds his brother looked so defeated with his brows up on forehead, big eyes and tiniest grind of his teeth. Yet still haven't made a move to get away from him.
The bond that danced in the air flashed at that moment with pure silver light, solidifying and unbeknown to Okumura's opening up both ends of it, releasing their most secret inner emotions to the other.
Sudden flow of alien feelings surprised both boys, and they inhaled sharply at the extremely harsh rush of them. Like a punch to a man's gut. The worst thing was they couldn't stop it, it just went on. No wonder Rin's hand subconsciously squeezed his twins shoulder harder, as the more emotions flew into him. For a second he found himself drowning, gasping in the confusion and fear Yukio felt, only seconds later noticing underneath strings of sour anger and even jealousy.
Confusion but mostly fear. Two most primary emotions. Nothing warm, not happiness nor love just this piercing cold confusion, fear. Fear of what he couldn't tell though, maybe it was a fear of Rin himself. Of what he might do, what he might fuck up this time around. As if he didn't do enough damage already, to both of them.
The rush left him gasping, tears pricking his opened eyes that stared deeply into the pair so very much alike his own but yet so different. Deep in his mind he tried to understand Yukio but he couldn't truly decipher his feelings. Because— Jesus, there was so much hurt and pain that was hiding behind Yukio's always clear eyes, that he was stupefied where he stood. His own vocal cords tightened, when he realized that at some point his twin hated his guts, because he did – or rather still was.
"I'm— sorry" Rin managed, wide-eyed. The hand he had on Yukio's shoulder slowly slumped down, as if in complete defeat. Oh hell, he didn't want it anymore, he didn't want their bond to bother them as much as it did. He wanted it cut off, he wanted his brother to be happy.
No, he just couldn't do this to Yukio. Ruefully, he stepped back, his tail going completely stiff.
"I'm so sorry, Yukio" he repeated, still staggering back. Once he halted, he balled his fists in blind anger that was aimed only at himself alone.
How could he have been so stupid and oblivious not to see the terrible battle Yukio was going through, for god knows how long now. And to think that he wanted to take this one last thing from his twin? That last string of normalcy he had left in their messed up lives? How stupid one person could get, he wondered briefly only now starting to understand his twins decisions. With a deep, inner sigh now knowing what was going on, on Yukio's side, he knew what he needed to do. Hiding his head in the shadows, hoping for them to swallow him all up from all the burning shame he felt, he turned around and walked away.
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't sacrifice Yukio's last chance at happiness for his own.
Even if it meant that he'd be forever longing for him.
Well, at least he'd make one thing right. Right?
Or so he thought until he felt enormous spike of fear on Yukio's end of their bond. That made his step falter but he wasn't going to stop this time. Just as he reached towards doorknob to bid silent farewell to his love life, there was a hand on his shoulder.
As soon as it appeared as soon it was gone yet the fact stood that he still turned around to Yukio anyway. Rin looked his twin dead in the eyes and for a second he believed he saw a silent prayer in them, he could be dead wrong though, as he was all this time.
"Please, don't leave me, nii-san" said slowly Yukio, seemingly looking way better than he himself did after the rush of others' emotions.
He cracked a sad, little smile. "You know I won't, spotty. I'd never do that."
At that tension his twin had in shoulders gave away and he exhaled deeply. "There's just— Rin—" Yukio was at the loss of words, so unlike him. Something akin to sadness seeped through their bond. "Promise me."
He chuckled at that. "I promise" he said plainly, hoping for this disaster to end. He was burning with shame and at the same time he was shaking from the cold that kept on flowing from Yukio's side of their bond. With that said and done he turned on his heel, finally reaching for the doorknob.
"Nii-san—" cut in Yukio before he pressed it. There was strange urgency in his voice, he couldn't understand.
"Yeah?" he threw over his shoulder.
"Those feelings— All of them. Is this really how you feel about me?"
Now that was difficult question to answer because as much as he hoped Yukio felt all the love and warmness that came with it, he wasn't so sure. Maybe, maybe he didn't love his twin in the first place? Damn, his brother hid so much conflicting emotions towards him all this time behind his smiles and even occasional roll of an eye, than how was he supposed to really know how he felt towards him.
"I guess so, yeah" he answered, shrugging it off. To be honest he haven't the slightest what Yukio felt on his end.
"Oh."
"Yeah, I'll be going now..." he breathed, feeling too self-conscious being in his twins presence. He needed to get out and quickly or he might've break right there.
Not a single 'okay' was said, as Rin pressed the doorknob.
Not a single 'what' was said, as Rin realized he couldn't open the doors.
But a three steps back were done, as Rin stared at vicious piece of wood that just wouldn't budge. With a gulp, he felt as he started sweatdropping. This was becoming more and more disastrous with each passing second. Not only he learned that he was that sick of a person to even hope for his own twin to feel the same way he wanted him but also he apparently took way too long time to clear everything up and... he fucked up. Again. Big time.
"What's wrong, nii-san?"
Now that was a question he really didn't want to answer right now but he did anyway, his voice betrayed him though as it was a bit too high-pitched for his liking.
"It's... locked" he squeaked, and his voice actually shook.
"Come again?" repeated Yukio, passing by him and trying the doors for himself. After third growl and smack of his brown tail in irritation, he gave up. Suddenly he seemed way too white-faced.
Rin laughed out loud at that and by doing so he earned a very dirty look from his twin. What was it supposed to be? A gift from fates themselves? Or another twisted way of entertaining themselves because from whichever side he looked at it, it didn't promise anything but problems.
"It's not funny, nii-san!" his brother snapped, turning at him and practically going into hysterics.
Laugh he was having bordered on the hysterical one by a second, as he knew well enough what those closed doors meant for them. Yukio just as well might've walk out from there a very changed man after everything that will happen. Rin, not so much as he was used to being locked down in a room with only four walls to keep him a company at supermoons.
The problem was, they weren't alone.
They were together.
And Rin just as well could tell Yukio that he wanted to fuck him into oblivion, and for some time too.
"This is all your fault, nii-san!" snapped Yukio, wheezing lightly and pushing his glasses up his nose. "You were not supposed to be in here at all! Now we're stuck in here together!"
Well, fuck this and fuck that. Fuck everything actually, his twin included – not that he wouldn't enjoy the last option. The spike of fury coming from his brother though roused the inner demon inside him from slumber. Rin felt the burn of his flames grow extremely quickly now that he was getting winded up by Yukio and his outburst. As if! He certainly wasn't the one to close the bloody doors! And it was too early, unless Mephisto—
"Well, shit then!" he growled back, bearing his teeth. "I guess we will have to fuck now!"
— was twisted enough to enjoy the play that was about to start soon enough.
In a blink of an eye, Yukio blanched almost petrified. "What?" he asked quietly, the idea was probably completely surreal to him.
"I said, we will have to fuck now anyway." Rin repeated himself loud and clear. He didn't like how rough his voice sounded but it needed to be said. From personal experiences, he knew well enough how badly they will get through this supermoon. Damnit, how he wanted to just throw away all the bullshit they needed to cope with from their lives right now. "Better do it before our inner-buddies kick in, might get messy. Fucking Mephisto— I'll kill him, I swear to our fucking hellfires that I will."
Yukio by now was truthfully petrified. "Nii-san—"
Sighing a bit, Rin growled under breath at his own temper. Yeah, he wanted Yukio alright just not like this, not after he knew what it actually meant for their half-assed relationship anyway. But right now, after he got to know that he fucked up again, the least he could do was to make it bearable for both of them. Even though a simple thought of him and Yukio being like that made his blood boil and full-blown blush appear on his face.
"S—sorry" he whined out, brushing his hands through his hair. "It's just... It will get messy, Yukio. I know, I lived through it more times than you and believe me it's not something you can control. Not that."
Yukio shook but then he cleared his throat as good as he could. "Okay then, what do you propose then? Any alternatives?"
He once again chuckled under his nose. "I said already, four-eyes—"
At those words his twin furrowed his brows looking around the barely lit room as if looking for a way to escape. To no avail though and he seemed to realize it when he massaged his forehead and gulped.
"Nii-san— I— We can't— —"
With a broken and tired sigh, Rin did the only thing he could think off and strode towards Yukio – who yelped at his sudden movement – and practically pinned him to the desk. The situation could be almost like the one of his many wet-dreams if not for the fact that his twin was staring at him doe-eyed like that. He leaned into his brothers' face when he noticed the stupid pocket watch lying just next to them. Was he imaging it or Yukio was actually that sentimental to use it? No matter, he needed to make sure he was not going to hurt his brother while supermoon would get to the highest point in the sky.
Yet he felt so hot, burning even while staring straight in the eyes of his twin. He knew what he needed to do but couldn't make himself actually do it. Awkward was the word about this kind of situations.
"Yukio, help yourself please" he finally spoke, as he felt his flames incredibly slowly increase bit by bit. Time was running short on them. "I don't want to hurt— (~us)"
At that Yukio frowned as his hands traveled awkwardly to Rin's shoulders and stayed there. Then suddenly he breathed in as if relishing in the scent that engulfed them. "D—do you smell it?" he asked, breathing out and moaning which resulted in him stiffening in mortification. "Oh, hell. I— That smell— It's—"
Rin took a whiff of it as well and damn, his mouth watered as his flames roared. "Perfect" he finished for his twin, as the last strings of his self-restraint snapped into nothingness.
It was going to happen sooner or later, he knew it. He also realized that Yukio wasn't going to be the one to even approach him about it. Rin however, as hot as he was from everything he felt, shamelessly took that one last step and crossed the line.
Within blink of an eye he closed up the little space that was between their bodies and finally, after such long time of longing he kissed him with all he had. There was stillness on Yukio's side, as he grew rigid at such sudden action but after few silent, unnerving seconds he responded.
At first it was just a brush of lips against each other, so innocent. A voiceless invitation, an experiment. Soon enough lust however took the lead, as Yukio pressed himself a bit more into him slightly moving his face to get a better angle at catching Rin's wanting lips.
That made Rin smirk into their kiss as he let himself slowly uncover this very real and very unforgettable territory.
Before long, they just couldn't get enough of themselves. Yukio's hands somehow weaseled it's way into Rin's hair pushing and pulling slightly, just as he himself was slowly taking out his brother's shirt from trousers. The only thing that kept on crossing his mind was thought of how natural it felt, not awkward at all. Sweet, passionate and oh fuck, so hot. In the background their tails mingled together, one slapping the other as if fighting for dominance but it wasn't as if any of them noticed.
After what happened to feel like hours, Rin dislodged himself from those lips that tasted so good he could forget himself in them, by just kissing. They both needed air though and that's why he found himself moving away, his breath slinking across heated skin of Yukio's chin.
With a one albeit shy shared look, he knew that no matter how Yukio felt towards him, he was still very much affected by pure lust that was mirrored in his own eyes. Eyes that by now weren't as pure as they used to be as they kept slowly diminishing with redness that reminded them of their origins.
By now he knew he was furiously blushing but so was Yukio and that made him smile. "Who would've thought you can kiss like that?" he teased, sighing and then nuzzling his face into his twins neck. Smell of their shared arousal was becoming more and more prominent, it was slowly driving him crazy.
Yukio gasped when tongue darted along his skin. "R—Rin, no..."
This time Rin growled low in his throat. "Yes."
His brother however pulled on his hair painfully to move him away. "No, we can't. Everybody—"
"Damnit, four-eyes!" he snapped into his twins face, his fangs bared, eyes burning with want. "What everybody? Nobody's going to know unless you'll saunter over to them shouting it into their faces. Besides..." Rin pressed his lower - very neglected - regions into just as much worked up Yukio's ones to grind painfully slow together. "We both want it, we both know it, we both feel it. And it's going to happen one way or another, so... Just stop worrying for once—"
A heartbeat passed.
And to his awe, before he could finish he was roughly cut off by Yukio's lips that crashed back into his.
It amazed him how his twin could kiss so flawlessly well, as if he done so before at least a dozen times – maybe he was a natural? It did nothing to lessen the amazement of how demanding he was in his kisses, passionate – bordering on bruising, as if he tried to mark him by sucking on his lower lip and then slipping his tongue inside.
This moment felt perfect. His twin was in his arms and there was no more confusion nor fear in his emotions just pure bliss and desire. Rin wished that every other night could be just like this but deep inside, he knew.
He knew it was the only one he'll ever get.
He could just as well take the best of it while it lasted.
So before long, he once again released his brother's mouth who in exchange grumped something under his breath in disappointment at the loss of contact. Oh hell, Yukio was well way past the way of being worked up already, as he was staring at him so sharply as if trying to cut off the excess of clothing with his gaze alone. In there, behind those awkwardly angled glasses was pure wanton. The very same expression he saw only once before, while being closed up together on their vacation. It was sharp, demanding but also submissive – as if he was signaling him to take the wheel, quite literally.
Yukio wanted him to take the responsibility.
And damnit, he'd lie if he said that he wasn't happy to do just that.
Hellfire purred within him, making him high on the smell, taste and touch. By now, he knew they were just as well gone. Both of them. The thing was, he wasn't going to be the one to regret this in the morning. However as their morals were totally drowned in the ever-flowing lust and need, Rin couldn't help but to feel excited more than he ever was, not that Yukio wasn't either.
Clothes were asphyxiating, they felt way too heavy.
Yukio was breathing heavily, lips partly opened as his chest moved up and down. He looked so hot with his shirt half-sticking out from his trousers and properly worshipped lips. One glance at him was all that Rin needed to make his another move. With a speed he didn't know he possessed, he latched onto Yukio, tearing the shirt off his chest in one smooth move.
Buttons fell on the floor, rolling in every direction.
After that, as the night progressed, he never really remembered when it happened that both of them ended making out, leaning over the desk in just their boxers – that were leaving almost nothing to imagination.
They were literally hot and bothered and wanted even more, especially Rin.
As he trailed his lips down Yukio's throat and chest, he licked every single mole that adorned his twins body. He loved how his skin tasted, how so fresh he smelled, how he felt as their flames danced around them in tandem with their moves. But there was something missing, something that couldn't stop buggering him.
It was the need, a primal – very animalistic – need to mark Yukio as his.
With a silent, inner growl he let his adventurous hands slink their way around his twins body, promptly grabbing a very nice feeling buttocks and squeezed them. Response he got was immediate as his brother moaned wantonly before he pressed himself even more into him. Yukio's hands weren't passive either but unlike him, he seemed to have a quirk towards his hair, neck and shoulders. Just like then, when his twin raked his fingers down Rin's shoulders, whimpering shamelessly and grinding into him in need to have any kind of friction between them.
Rin by then knew that Yukio was getting close to release, with the way his breathing caught in his chest every time he made the slightest move. He however was far from done, as he teased his way over his brother's body. However, as much as he wanted to torment his twin some more now wasn't the time, so he finally – painfully slowly reached towards the place that needed him most.
His hand came into contact with Yukio's covered crotch and lightly brushed over the material.
"Oh— Fuck—"
Rin chuckled at Yukio's outburst that was followed with him pressing more into his hand.
"Yukio?" he asked, clear lust flowing with his voice. "Are you—" he added before gasping as another shiver racked his body.
To his surprise, his brother growled under breath before attacking Rin's neck. "Stop talking" was the only thing he said before he sucked sensitive skin. "Yes" he added as if in afterthought but then stopped his ministrations to look him in the eye.
Silence fell around them, as they stared at each other. Rin gulped before nodding and smiling.
"I'm happy to hear that, four-eyes."
Yukio actually managed to roll his eyes and pushed his glasses up. "It's— not as bad as I expected."
Well, to be honest his twin was in for a shock still, as the real fun didn't start just yet. Moon that shone in the sky with gold light was still on it's way. He couldn't help himself but grin wolfishly towards his brother, once again pinning him to the desk.
With his hands on either side of Yukio, he felt as the tension cracked with electricity in the air. Their flames like their tails still mingled together, fighting for dominance. There however wasn't a way for his twin to win this fight as he was on the submissive side of the situation. However he visibly grew more and more responsive as the time was passing by.
And damnit, it was giving Rin that stupid, false hope that maybe... maybe...
"Should I give you a hand then?" he asked, glancing up innocently at his brother with a crystal clear intention in his eyes.
Yukio actually coughed into his fist, sweatdropping a bit. "Way to kill the mood, nii-san" he said as a very adorable blush appeared on the apple of his cheeks.
"Oh?" Rin wondered, as his grin became even wider if it was possible. A squint of his eyes was saying enough however. "Romantic much" he teased, as he untangled his tail to sweep it in one long arc behind him.
"Excuse me for being romantic at heart" snapped Yukio half-glaring at him. He was certainly mortified that Rin has seen this side of him. "Thought never – ever - crossed my mind that I'll find myself in this kind of situation with you of all people."
At that Rin shook with giggles that tried to burst out, fortunately he knew better than to do that. "Well, we can turn the light off if you want—" he couldn't help his big mouth sometimes.
His brother snarled, worked up and blushing furiously. "Shuddup. Just do the thing—"
Now, hearing Yukio saying things like that was too much for his poor heart and Rin burst out laughing. Feeling the piercing, icy glare that was aimed at him he tried to compose himself the best he could. Problem was, he couldn't – not with his twin looking at him with that cute expression of his.
"So cute."
Yukio went into another fit, this time into silent one – as only his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "I am not cute. I am a male."
At that comeback Rin chuckled. "Oh but you are. Especially when you're blushing like that." With another tick of his brother's eyebrow he grinned like a fool-in-love, which he certainly was. "I love that side of you. You're simply amazing at how much crap you can take from me and still—"
A sigh cut him off as Yukio shook his head, once again pushing his glasses upwards. "Will you actually shut up?" he said slowly before he flashed a small, happy smile at Rin. "We have more pressing matters at hand."
And with those words his brother actually took the initiative and leaned down to kiss him, only to pull him up and melt their lips once again together in a dance of passion. Now that was the only thing Rin needed to proceed, green light that it was okay for him to ease Yukio into supermoon and he did.
Squinty, wide eyes watched the situation unroll as it's owner popped another handful of popcorn inside his mouth. After few cringe-worthy movements of his painfully full mouth, Amaimon gulped it all down – now expectantly looking over at his brother who lounged with his legs crossed on his favourite armchair.
"Why do we even are here again?" Amaimon asked, licking his long fingers from the lasts of salt. He was more than totally bored, not to mention kinda confused about entire situation.
Mephisto, who also kept his curious eyes on the window only sighed, before he nonchalantly summoned his favourite teapot and cup. While he poured his favourite drink, he couldn't help but to snigger at the very apparent situation that was happening just before their eyes.
"To entertain ourselves" he answered simply, before laughing out and almost splashing the tea all over himself. "Who would've thought that Okumura-sensei would actually let Rin-kun do him."
Amaimon grabbed another handful of popcorn from his portion and munched on it, talking in-between. "Well, it was meant to happen, ne?"
Shaking with suppressed chuckles, Mephisto sipped from his cup before once again locking his eyes on the Okumura boys who by now looked as they were once again fighting for dominance. Thinking more, he'd have to say he almost felt bad for the youngest Okumura, looking as he tried and tried but was put off over and over again by older twin.
"Caaan I go already?" grumped Amaimon, catching the tiniest amount of interest from his brother. "It's boooring."
Suddenly Mephisto felt as his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Enjoy the show when it lasts, I have a feeling it's the only one we'll ever get."
Green haired demon moaned bemused. "Don't care, could have much more fun somewhere else."
At that Mephisto narrowed his squinty eyes notch more. "Do you really think I am doing it simply for entertainment?" he said, a hidden smile between words. "Well, think again then, Amai-kun. Think. Where do you get better fill up of Gehenna's energy than here? It's the supermoon, one that happens once in a hundred years. Next one hardly will be this strong. On the sidenote we have our half-demons, children of our father, connected by one of the most forbidden sins... There's no better place to satisfy our need for Gehenna's energy than here."
Clearly not understanding a word, Amaimon shrugged the matter off. "I still don't get it. Why do we even need to feed up on Gehenna's energy to exist on his land. It makes me feel weak" he said plainly but his sharp voice held a second meaning.
"Like I said before, there are laws in Assiah we all need to submit to. No exceptions."
With a roll of his eyes, Amaimon laid down on the air – his hands crossed behind head. "Stupid."
"Yes, maybe. But it makes everything so much more entertaining" replied Mephisto, changing his position on the armchair into more comfortable one. "It's funny that even our dear half-blood brothers are affected by it, so strongly too."
Now that piqued somehow Amaimon's curiosity as he glanced towards the window. Behind the glass there was a clear view of Rin straddling Yukio from behind, the older completely dominated the younger by then. What for one would look tiredly, Amaimon sat back leaning his hand over knee as he stared ahead, pondering.
With a tiny curl of his brows, he finally looked to Mephisto with clear confusion on his mind. "What do you mean?"
Mephisto licked his lips slowly, smiling cheshire-cat widely before staring back at his companion. "Tell me what do you see" he asked, already liking the oncoming topic.
Amaimon blinked back at him blankly, his expression never changing. "That they fuck each other's brains out?" he replied but not really, he couldn't understand the question in itself. Not that he never enjoyed the lust from the act itself, because he occasionally did – he just preferred the mix of fear, excitement and frustration that came the strongest from funfair's overall.
There was a glare shot towards Amaimon, as Mephisto almost fumed from the sheer ignorance that stank probably miles away from the above mentioned person. "Stupid. I meant that you should take a look and see who's pulling the strings in boys relationship" he practically shrieked. "Why do you think Rin-kun is the one filling up the role of the marking one and not Yukio? It's so clear to see it amazes me that you didn't connect the dots just yet."
Well, Amaimon probably would if he was interested enough. The thing was, he wasn't. So with a shrug of his jacket clad shoulders, he snapped back sticking out his tongue in the end. "Hey you dragged me in here and gave a bag of popcorn to stay and watch them with you! Besides one bag of popcorn was not enough, I want more."
Mephisto shook in his comfy armchair, massaging his forehead before he sweatdropped and glanced at his brother. Amaimon was too childish to enjoy the mix of emotions that rolled in huge puffs of fluffy fire from the room, no wonder, really. "Apparently I do not have more popcorn but here" he roared, ripping a bag of hidden sweets from behind him and lunging them at green head, the pack bobbed off it silently before it was snatched in between black fingernails. "Is that enough for you, shmuck?!"
Amaimon inspected the package before ripping it open and nodding. He popped one of the sweets into his mouth and smiled at perfect taste. "So good!" he stated, before digging in.
Sight of his brother swallowing the sweets without even savouring them only agitated Mephisto more. With a breathe of defeat he slapped his hand down his face and then promptly he once again looked into the room with Okumura twins. A very wicked smile slipped onto his face, as he silently just knew the reason for Yukio being the weaker brother.
As it happened it was perfect, it all fit.
And honestly? If not for Rin-brat in being first in awakening his demonic powers, he was more than sure that the younger would certainly dominate over the older twin. In there, in that room he had all answers, a shitton of clues as well.
With another low chuckle escaping his lips, Mephisto just knew he was right.
And if anything, he also had a wild guess that fluffy feel of their combined hellfires was just pointing towards the future bundle of joy that would join them in their story, the same that took a name of Nakamura Kyoko in their own timeline.
He clucked his tongue, excited towards oncoming events. "So excited!"