Chapter 14. Cat and Mouse.

Warning: Language & Suggestive Content

It was nearing closing by the time the girl was beginning to get worn out. She stumbled back over to the table, still swaying to the tune of the song playing, giggling with her newfound friends that she would most likely never have much interaction with after that night. She gave the two girls a hug and a kiss on the cheek before plopping down into the seat with an exhausted heave, a content smile upon her face. Noticing that Shiemi and Yukio were standing, she was brought out of her own little world momentarily, finally questioning what was going on.

Shiemi yawned and stretched. "I'm pretty tired, I need to turn in," she said, smiling sweetly. "Yuki has said he'll walk me home."

A smile curled on the girl's lips. "Let me know how it goes," she responded with a wink. "I suppose I should get going too." She stood back up, her body vibrating as the room rolled around her.

Rin jumped up next to the girl. "I could walk you home," he beamed.

"Nonsense," came Faust, setting his glass onto the table with a clink. "You need to go close out your tab. I'll make sure this little flower gets home safely," he said as he stood, sneering down at Rin.

"What the hell, what about your tab?!" Rin asked angrily.

"Already taken care of, my boy," he retorted as he walked by, eyes growing darker. He extended an elbow out for the girl, which she smiled at and took eagerly into her hands with a hiccup. Rins eyes flashed back at Faust's before he steamed off towards the counter.

After saying their farewells outside of the door, the group dispersed. There weren't very many people on the districts' main boulevard anymore, as most of the patrons were leaving early for the night to try to get up in a timely manner and make it to classes the next day. The girl was blissfully unaware of whether or not they were walking the correct direction as Faust led her down the street; she only remembered being a little confused when they turned a corner and headed into an alley way, nearly black from the lack of lights. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder, trusting him to take her home. After reaching the dark alley, she recalled him quietly say something in another language, but she was too tired to even open her eyes.

She was unsure how much time had passed from the alley to when she heard his sultry tone say, "We're here." Lifting her head and opening her heavy lids, she was surprised to see that they were already at the top of her dormitory building, in front of her door. She couldn't recall walking very far, or going up the elevator, but she figured she must have dozed off and went into a drunken autopilot as they walked. Rubbing her eyes, she pulled a key from her purse, only to have a light purple hand take the key away and open the door for her. He helped her inside without speaking a word, and closed the door behind them. The girl didn't take a moment to hesitate; stumbling tiredly, she dropped her purse to the floor and kicked off her heels as she muddled across the floor. As she slipped her jacket off while moving to the bedroom, his eyes followed it down over her slender shoulders, to her smooth bare back and hourglass waist, down to her sculpted bottom and willowy legs. Once she disappeared behind the partition to her room, he stopped in his tracks, for once unsure of his next move.

After a minute, the girl appeared again, her back facing him. "Can you help me with this?" she asked, pulling her hair to the side. She pointed to one of the zippers on each side of the nude mesh on the back of the dress. His feet moved across the carpet willingly before she had finished speaking, and as she felt his presence come closer behind her, she couldn't help but to smile to herself. Grazing his fingers across the tops of her shoulders towards her neck, they found their way to the zippers. Slowly he began to unzip her, exposing her true skin which he marveled at in the dim light of the moon, coming through the windows. As the dress spread out to the tips of her shoulders the farther down he went, he began to trace the divot of her spine with a finger. Closing her eyes, she rocked her head back, burying the face that was so close within her hair.

Reaching the small of her back, he looked down as he knew he was approaching the end of the zipper, and caught a glimpse of black lace. Not quite what he was expecting from her, he was rather curious. Hearing a heavy sigh come from her sent his mind down almost to the point of no return; he began running his hand along the sweet, soft skin before him until he has back up at her shoulders, and slowly pulled the dress down her arms until they were free. Burying his face in her neck, he returned his hands to her waist and squeezed lightly before moving down her hips, slipping his fingers under the dress and pushing it as he moved down along her curves.

It was then that the girl gathered the dress, pressed it to her chest, and turned around to face him with a crafty expression. "Thanks!" she said before darting back off towards her wardrobe.

Eyes a little wide from being so caught off guard, he began to chuckle lowly, catching on. He stepped into the room and leaned a shoulder against the wall, watching her slide her dress down her hips and hang it in the massive wooden wardrobe. The silver moonlight peeked through the window and caressed her skin. He studied every curve of her body as she tossed a tank top over her head and squeezed a pair of shorts up over her rump.

Turning around to face him, she sucked in her cheek, eyeing him skeptically. "Want a drink?" she smacked, walking back out to the living area of the dorm; he trailed behind, unable to keep his eyes off of her. Her legs were still wobbly as she walked, and she had to continue to steady herself. Opening the fridge, she bent down to grab a couple of the beers she kept for rainy days, exposing the fold of skin at the top of her thighs in the process before heading back to her headmaster. She slowed her pace as she passed him, giving her enough time to run her fingernail along his collar bone. "I noticed you've been watching me all night," she said slyly, continuing to the bedroom.

He ached as he followed behind her, his eyes on the adorable puff of voluptuous flesh poking out beneath the hem of her shorts. "You're hard not to look at," he said, pulling his bottom lip under his fang. He was pleasantly surprised at how bold she had become, and realized that there must be more to the seemingly shy girl than he had originally thought.

She turned to face him in front of the bed, locking drawing his eyes up to her, and then proceeded to sit. Raising a brow, she lifted one of the beers held in her hands, and as he folded his hand over hers, she spoke: "You don't have to say sorry."

Dropping the closed bottle to the ground, he loomed over her and placed his hands on the comforter, on each side of her body. Caught off guard by the movement, she began to scoot back onto the large mattress, just as he wanted. "I'm not apologizing, dear," he spoke lowly, crawling up over the top of her, pushing her back onto the bed until he was completely over her.

"So, the whole inviting us out to the club thing—" she began with a sly tone. "What exactly was your plan there? Did you just want to see me and didn't know how to ask?" she teased, taking in his face, looking for answers.

"I merely wished to see you relax, and have a good time is all," he said in a heavy, thick tone, skimming his knee up along her inner thigh. "And it seems I have succeeded in that." Her body wiggled beneath him and tensed up when his knee went as far as it could go. She took in a deep, shaky breath as his thumb came into contact with her chin; he dragged his thumb along her elongating throat until he reached her collar bones. She was completely at his mercy, sprawled out over the bed with this devilish man hovering above her, waiting for whatever he was to do with her next.

Satisfied with the shift in control, Johann stroked her hair lightly. "Now, why don't you tell me how you managed to summon Fenrir?" He surveyed her expression of shock, pleased, before he continued. "I hear he has pledged himself to you without a binding contract."

Her mind began whirring, trying it's best to remember that day in class through the fog which shrouded her. At first, she was confused about how he had even heard about that—but then she remembered he was the chancellor of the school, and thus probably knew almost everything that happened in it. "I..I don't know," she sputtered. "I just said the first thing that came to mind. And then he appeared. I didn't even think I would be able to summon anything."

His eyes shifted back and forth between her two, wide orbs, searching for a falter. "So you've never summoned him before? Never spoken with him before?"

"No!" she raised her voice, fear showing through her eyes as her mind had finally grasped onto the memory of that day, and replayed it with more emphasis being placed on her emotions at the time. Stroking her cheek lightly, his eyes softened as he shushed her to calm her down, knowing that her mind was out of sorts and he didn't want her to begin hallucinating. She quickly relaxed, returning back to the dimly lit room, falling back into the green eyes that hung above her.

A buzzing from the end table abruptly interrupted their gaze, and the girl wormed her way out from underneath of his grasp to grab her cell phone. A text from Rin popped up: 'Make it home okay?' She giggled, replied, and set her phone back down on the table before flopping back onto the bed. Johann rested on his side, propping his head up with his arm, a look of discontent plastered upon his face. It was then that something popped into her muddled brain.

"Mephisto," she cracked, letting the word roll off of her tongue as if she was testing out a new flavor. Johann's eyes expanded in disbelief as he heard what she said. The two looked at each other for a while, and once she realized he was not going to say anything, she continued. "I heard them call you Mephisto. Why?"

Trying to come up with a proper response, he relaxed in knowing that she was rather faded to begin with, and hoped she wouldn't remember most of the night anyways. "I have many names, little flower," he said with a chuckle, pulling himself over to the girl. He lay on his belly and examined her confused, beautiful face, wondering where she had heard that name from. She was smart. Perhaps there was even more to her than she let on; she was growing more interesting by the second—and sleepy. Her eyes bobbed, trying to stay open under heavy lids.

He slid his glove off of his hand and placed it lightly onto her cheek, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin on his own for the first time. A little sigh came from her as her eyes fluttered. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss upon her forehead before making his departure.

As he sauntered down the hall replaying the events of the night, he was aware that he was not alone; a green head appeared and floated around him, the body upside down. "So, did you lay claim to your precious human, brother?" Amaimon questioned plainly.

"And spoil the fun so soon?" Mephisto chuckled. "No, brother—I'm afraid the game is just beginning with this one."

(Author: AND THE PLOT THICKENS - DUN DUN DUN! Who exactly was the cat, and who was the mouse on this night? I have a sneaking suspicion that Mephy found the exchange to be rather stimulating in more than one way.)