Notes: In other news, Rin is tormented by the crippling desire to either punch Mephisto in the face or... actually, there is no or.
Song of the Chapter: Horns (STéLOUSE Remix) by Bryce Fox
Rin grinned in pride, clapping along with the rest of the guys for Izumo and Shiemi after they'd taken out the demon in the girls' restroom in an amazing display of teamwork.
His friends really were the best.
"What are you morons doing?"
Izumo tried and failed to hide her blush as she took in the outfits they had on.
The hands Shiemi against her face to hide her own blush muffled her voice, words coming through her fingers, "Uh- um, thank you for showing support, everyone!"
"Anything for you two." Shima smiled, winking at them and twirling the pigtails he'd acquired to go along with the girls' school uniform he'd donned.
"Yes, well, we couldn't let you go in there alone," Yukio said, pushing at his glasses, now framed by the long black hair of his wig. "I'm sorry we weren't able to get ready in time to help out. Good work."
For his part, Rin tugged at his skirt, trying to get it to cover more of his legs and feeling really thankful he'd gone with the stockings to hide the rest.
It was…really drafty. He had no idea how the girls wore these things every day.
They called it a night and split up to change back and head home, yet another of the school's seven mysteries taken care of.
Rin pulled up his pants, happy to have something between him and the air again.
He and Yukio ended up cleaning the room when they got back and Rin a tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding eased as he found no evidence of his earlier activities with Amaimon in the room.
A deep sleep captured him, for once not troubled by heated dreams.
The next morning came and with it the usual boring regular classes before he was released to go to cram classes and deal with another of the seven mysteries. It turned out to be a simple case of a possessed Mephisto statue that Rin took care of by beheading, which was much more therapeutic than he'd expected.
The trouble was the dreams were back that night. Rin had needed to take an extra-long shower just so he wouldn't embarrass himself with any weird noises in his sleep that Yukio might catch. He'd found release thinking about Amaimon's fanged mouth going down on him again and clenched his jaw shut to avoid crying out, wishing Amaimon was there in the shower with him and trying not to think too hard about the desire.
It was another quiet night after that, although Rin was a little concerned because Yukio was sleeping poorly and had woken late, looking shaken by something. Not, of course, that he told Rin anything about it, that being the nature of their relationship these days.
Rin sighed, depressed as he felt the gap between himself and Yukio widen ever further, no matter what he tried to do to repair it.
Hopefully, this next mystery would give him another chance to see what was eating at Yukio.
He found the meeting point to be a strange gallery room with framed portraits lining the oval walls floor to ceiling, far above their heads.
"So, which mystery is this supposed to be?"
Curiosity filled Rin as he looked along with the rest of the exwires. The portraits were seriously creepy, who even kept such weird things?
"Aw, are you lost doggy? How'd you get in here? So cute!" Izumo's quiet voice caught his attention.
Dog?
The soft coo coming from Izumo had Rin glancing over. He froze.
He swore Mephisto smirked at him before a cloud of pink smoke poofed into existence and Izumo found her chin gripped by the purple gloved hand of their headmaster.
"I always try to be ubiquitous, you know," Mephisto winked down at her shocked gasp
"Ah!"
His heart dropped into his shoes as Rin watched Izumo scurry away from Mephisto's clutches.
All that time spent avoiding Mephisto and now he was right in the same room as him? How was he going to be able to focus on the mission when he was right there? Smirking with those deadly green eyes and mocking him with every breath he took.
What was worse, Rin could smell him, the scent bringing him straight back to the dark room and that cushy pink bed he'd come to in after snapping out of his demonic state. He found himself licking his suddenly dry lips, zoning out as he thought of the dominant demon looming over him and pinning him to the mattress.
"Where's Professor Okumura?"
The question from Shima snapped Rin out of his memories.
"I'll be substituting today's lesson," Mephisto said, a guileless smile spreading across his face. "I'm afraid Mr. Okumura received an urgent summons from the Vatican and had to leave."
Was that a smirk? Rin scowled when Mephisto met his eyes, although he didn't acknowledge Rin any further, something he couldn't tell if he was upset or relieved about.
Rin tried to focus as Mephisto told them about their last mystery. Apparently, the other remaining two were Shiemi's house and a prank collection of Mephisto's so they didn't need to worry about them.
One thing was certain. He had to get this fight over with as soon as possible and get away from Mephisto before he said or did something he'd regret, especially with his friends around.
Immediately pulling out the Koma Sword and cutting the portrait that decided to attack them next wasn't his finest moment, but Rin wasn't in his right mind. It was good that Konekomaru was on top of things and managed to build them a battle plan to follow.
The whole time he kept feeling Mephisto's demonic presence like an itch at his back he couldn't scratch, trying not to squirm, though he was pretty sure he failed.
Most importantly, Rin made sure to keep his tail hidden the whole time, damn Mephisto anyways. He wasn't going to give him any reason to come after him about that again like Amaimon had done.
Their fight concluded, all the possessed portraits meeting a simultaneous end and the demonic entity fading with a shriek.
Rin panted at something more than the exertion, though he pretended that was all it was. It hadn't been a long fight so he was keyed up still and the adrenaline wouldn't let him relax yet.
He had to burn off all this excess energy.
Then he noticed the sound of clapping and shot a glare over to Mephisto, who'd been playing a video game on the staircase while he waited for them to finish the challenge.
"Well done, exwires!" Mephisto appeared in a pink cloud of unnecessary sparkles. "We should celebrate with some monja!"
"Ah-hem," Bon coughed in exaggeration. "Isn't there something you should tell us?"
"Of course," Mephisto smiled, "my thoughts are that it's nice to be young, still."
Rin stayed behind the rest of his friends as far away from Mephisto as he could get without anyone noticing something was up. Why were they still there? He fidgeted, shuffling from side to side and rubbing at his arms as the others chattered excitedly about going to get celebratory dinner.
He didn't want celebratory dinner, he wanted to get out of there!
Shaky relief poured out with Rin's sigh when the group turned to exit until a polite cough came from Mephisto.
"Rin, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?" Rin squeaked out, blushing as his voice broke over the word. Mephisto never referred to his students in anything but a professional way, always calling them by their last names. Would his friends suspect something at the personal way he'd been addressed?
No, Rin exhaled. They knew Mephisto was technically his guardian after Shiro's death, so it was okay if he was informal with him, right?
"I believe there was a reward for your completing the seven mysteries for me?" Mephisto smirked. "Or did that student no longer need the eyedrops anymore?"
Before Rin could say anything to that, the smug bastard addressed the rest of the students.
"Please, feel free to head home to clean up and get ready to eat in, say, an hour. I have something I need Mr. Okumura for but I shall send you the details of the location soon."
Oh god, he'd been planning this.
Crying in frustration wouldn't help, but Rin wanted to. Mephisto had him cornered, again, and he couldn't escape without the anti-demon-seeing eyedrops for Godaiin. He damn well knew Mephisto could have gotten those drops for him right there without the fuss of holding him back.
Which meant Mephisto wanted him here, alone, for another reason.
A whimper stifled in Rin as he watched Bon close the door behind him and heard the conversation fade until there was nothing but the suffocating silence of the portrait room.
Was he going to do something here? Right in the middle of the school? Rin shivered at the thought, imagining being pressed down to the cool marble floor or held up against a wall, knowing Mephisto was more than strong enough to keep him there without trouble.
"Well? Come along then."
Rin gave a full-body flinch when Mephisto's voice echoed in the silent room and shook him from his spiraling thoughts.
"Where?" Rin managed to rasp out, turning in a jerky move and finding Mephisto's gaze burning into his, though he was already near the door at the other side of the room.
"Ah, it appears I left the eyedrops in my office, so we'll have to head there to get them," Mephisto said and, if it was possible, his gaze became even more predatory than usual.
If being caught in Amaimon's gaze made Rin feel like a mouse before a snake, then Mephisto's was like a great dragon eyeing down a pile of gold it wished to add to its hoard. And Rin was the unaware pile of gold without a knight to defend him.
"Can't you just…poof us there?" Rin hesitated at saying that. On the one hand, the sooner he got those eyedrops and got out the better. But on the other hand, that meant Mephisto could teleport him anywhere and he'd already been at the mercy of that technique twice now. Who knew where he'd end up if he went with him again.
"Hmm, in a rush, are we?" Mephisto called back over his shoulder as he led the way down the hallway. "We're such a short walk to the office from here I thought I'd stretch my legs. The life of a director means I so rarely get to leave my desk, you know."
Rin groaned in silence at the torturous path to the office, staying as far away from Mephisto as he could without losing sight of him in the halls.
It didn't help that, in the enclosed space, he could still smell Mephisto's distinct scent-something otherworldly, like the sky before a storm mixed with what must be expensive cologne-even amongst all the other fading scents of the students and teachers who'd walked the hallway earlier that day.
And the bastard wasn't even looking at him, or acknowledging him in any way!
Was it better or worse to have Mephisto's attention on him? Rin wondered in helpless frustration.
With Amaimon things were simple. He was very obvious about what he wanted from Rin, no diced words or hidden implications from that end except for the occasional cultural misunderstandings Rin was learning to preempt.
It made a sharp contrast to Mephisto, who was a complete mystery. Everything out of his mouth had a double or triple meaning and it was impossible to know what he was thinking at any given moment.
They had reached the doors to Mephisto's office without his notice and by that point, Rin was more keyed up than when they'd begun. His clothes felt too tight and he plucked at his tie, wishing he could take it off.
Once again, he found himself shut in a room with a demon king and no one around to hear his screams.
And this time there was no threat of someone walking in on them to keep the demon at bay.
His numb feet took him into the room and Rin waited near the front of the desk, refusing to meet Mephisto's face and staring with blind eyes at the miscellaneous papers scattered on the wooden surface.
"Now where did I put that?"
Mephisto dug around in his desk, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
Before Rin could think of a believable way to self-combust on the spot-hard to accomplish when he couldn't be hurt by his own flames-to put himself out of his misery, Mephisto let out a sound of triumph.
"Here we go," Mephisto shook a small glass vial in his hand but, when Rin reached out to snatch it and run, he pulled it away.
"Oh, come on," Rin groaned, face falling at the look of glee he received at his complaint.
Mephisto tutted, poofing the vial away and bringing what looked like a photograph out instead, though it was turned towards him so Rin couldn't see what was on it.
"I couldn't help but notice you exwires chose to solve one of the mysteries in a rather interesting way."
There was a point to this conversation, Rin knew, and he also knew he wasn't going to like it one bit.
"So what? We solved all of them."
It just had Mephisto smiling down at the photo in his hand, the look somehow sinister, before putting it face down on the desk and sliding it towards Rin.
"I quite approve of your methods, actually."
Rin held his breath as he flipped the photo over.
"Why do you have this?" Rin screeched, clutching the photo to his chest as if to hide it from sight. "How do you have this?"
It was a picture of their group dressed in the girls' school uniform, the same short skirt and thigh-high stockings Rin had been in the night before.
"Oh?" Mephisto vanished to reappear at Rin's back and he found his hand extended up to eye level so Mephisto could look at the picture over his shoulder.
"I think it's a lovely photo, one I'll cherish forever."
He blushed, Rin's face heating until he'd gone lightheaded, But, also, it felt really nice to be pressed up against Mephisto, his taller form enveloping Rin in that ridiculous cloak he wore.
"Did you know?" Mephisto said right next to his ear, breath tickling the pointed tip. "You still smell like Amaimon."
The photo wound up plucked out of his grasp to vanish into the air and Rin turned around to be crowded against the desk, the edge biting into his spine and tail in an uncomfortable way.
Of all the dumb ways he could have responded to that, all Rin could think to say was, "But I showered."
"You still don't think like a demon," Mephisto reprimanded, though he didn't seem very concerned with that, eyes trailing up and down Rin's body. "It will take more than a shower to wash away his claim on you."
Mephisto leaned down to breathe into the crook of his neck, sending shivers across Rin's skin.
"Any demon with half a brain could tell who you belonged to if they saw you."
He didn't know that, actually. "How do I get rid of it, then?"
That was both the right and wrong thing to say, and Rin found his chin tilted up to meet Mephisto's gaze. "Why, you replace it with another demon's claim."
"Oh, god," Rin whimpered out loud as he saw Mephisto raise his hand, knowing that when he snapped his fingers he wasn't going to like what happened.
The snap came and Rin flinched, eyes shutting in apprehension at what he would see when he opened them.
It felt drafty, all of a sudden, and Rin's stomach sank as he realized what that snap had done.
His eyes cracked open and Rin looked down, heart jumping at seeing a skirt in place of his pants, his shoes nowhere to be found, and those white, thigh-high stockings back on his legs. There didn't seem to be any boxers or anything to replace them, either.
"Yes, I like this look very much on you," Mephisto hummed, hand on his chin as he considered the sight before him with obvious delight.
Left without anything else, the only thing Rin could respond with was, "I knew it, you really are an otaku!"
A tsk and Mephisto shaking his head answered Rin. "I thought we've been over that already?"
Not really! Rin was about to argue that when a gloved fingertip on his lips silenced him and his heart stuttered in his chest.
"Now, no more talking."
Rin's legs were gripped and hauled up around Mephisto's hips, bringing them flush together as Rin yelped. He tugged the skirt that had threatened to slip up way too far, back down as far as it would go, which wasn't far enough at all.
All it did was make him very aware of their position His hands were so close to where their hips joined and Rin froze, not daring to move lest he encourage Mephisto.
Not that he needed the encouragement.
Mephisto placed one hand on his hip, steadying him on the desk. The other gripped at the back of Rin's head, stretching his neck to better reveal it to an unerring gaze.
He was beginning to suspect that demons had a thing for vulnerable throats.
Squinting up at Mephisto showed avaricious green eyes, really not helping with the dragon comparison that Rin had applied earlier.
The rest of his thoughts were washed away at the slow grind of clothed hips on his bare skin.
Rin gave up on holding the skirt, letting it bunch up at the movements and instead bringing his hands to grab at the arms holding him in place.
He'd had this fantasy, too.
Well, maybe not the dressed in a skirt part, but the Mephisto's desk had featured in quite a few of his wet dreams.
Either Mephisto was reading his mind or Rin was just having a lucky day.
He'd given in to the temptation of Rin's proffered neck and licked at it as if searching for a place to bite into.
A gasp tore from Rin as Mephisto decided to start sucking at the skin at his collarbone instead, moving on to any other spots he could reach and eventually unbuttoning his shirt to get at even more of Rin's skin.
It hurt, but not really. Rin couldn't think of a way to explain the feeling, rubbing against the hips over his and arching his neck to give Mephisto more access. Every sharp suction sent an electric current straight to his stomach, building a steady pressure he ached to relieve.
The building torture ended without warning and Mephisto pulled back, surveying his work with a satisfied rumble.
An answering purr went through Rin's chest, surprising him at the sound he didn't realize he could even make. His hands had gone white-knuckled on Mephisto's arms, shaking at the sensations coursing through him but unable to do anything else.
"It's such a pity you'll heal those lovely marks away," Mephisto murmured, clawed finger tracing along the bruises he'd left like he was connecting stars into constellations.
Rin sighed at the caress, his heart thudding against his ribcage so hard he imagined Mephisto could feel it too, even through his gloves.
As if hearing the heartbeat, the finger tapped to his chest and Mephisto smiled at the soft sound Rin made, his face kind. Not that Rin trusted the look, but it was still nice to see, somehow.
"I suppose I'll just have to keep applying them."
Seeing the points of Mephisto's fangs peek just over his bottom lip and hearing the growled promise tensed Rin, nerves prickling with energy.
He watched, unable to breathe, as Mephisto slowly tugged his gloves off his hands with his teeth, pinning him with his eyes the whole time.
Another whimper escaped him as Mephisto stepped back to unlatch his cloak, letting it drop to the floor with a whisper of cloth and removing his shirt and scarf soon after.
More of Mephisto's skin revealed itself to his gaze, mesmerizing Rin until he stood before him in nothing but his tail.
It was...He wanted to touch but he didn't know how, ending up leaning back on his hands as tremors shook through his body and he drank in the sight.
"I think I'll be leaving that skirt on you," Mephisto said once he'd let Rin suffer long enough. "Remove your shirt, please."
Rin bit at his lips, blushing even though he'd kinda expected that order when he'd wound up in the skirt in the first place.
His hands moved to slip his shirt off, already halfway there thanks to Mephisto's earlier actions. The air made his bare skin shiver, though he never really felt cold anymore due to the fire at his core.
Throughout it all, Mephisto's eyes never left him, seeming to be waiting for some unspoken signal.
"You've become oddly quiet, Rin," he mocked, eyes shining with a merciless delight. "Cait sidhe got your tongue?"
"No," Rin said in a mutter, wondering what he was getting at.
"No?" Mephisto repeated. "But I've heard from Amaimon how insistent you were that he ask for your permission to play beforehand. I simply thought you might do the same with me."
"Does it matter?" Rin questioned, angry that Mephisto was holding his previous inhibitions over him, making him spell out his confused thoughts.
The sneer he got told him what he suspected. Mephisto was just doing this to tease him about his human hold-ups.
"Of course," the damn demon insisted, "consent is very important to us. How else could we possess bodies if not with their permission?"
"So. What do you say when asking for something? Hmm?"
Rin glowered but knew he had to answer if he wanted things to move forward, speaking the word through gritted teeth.
"Please."
That was all it took.
In the time he had to blink, Rin was flat on his back on the desk, feeling papers crinkling beneath his shoulders.
Luckily, he'd had the forethought to unwind his tail ahead of time so it wasn't trapped under him, instead trailing to the side and sweeping other important papers onto the floor.
Once again, Mephisto settled between his legs, hands at his hips in a firm grip, and Rin winced, waiting for the discomfort he knew had to come before the pleasure.
He'd missed that part of it the first time around, his mind gone to his demonic instincts then. But he was entirely lucid now and the anticipation of pain was all he could concentrate on.
Without him saying a word, Mephisto seemed to know the path his thoughts had taken.
"I suppose not everyone can be a masochist like Amaimon," he said, voice fond. "There's not much we can do about preparing you, that ever so useful demonic healing lessens the effectiveness of such measures."
"That's not helpful," Rin griped, shooting a glare at the smirking demon.
"You'll want to thank the clever inventions of humans, then," Mephisto said, snapping his fingers to summon a small bottle. "They've created such wonderful things to ease the way, so to speak."
Mephisto let the bottle float above his hand with his demonic powers, the cap unscrewing to release an unscented oil onto his waiting fingers.
His mouth went dry, Rin's throat clicking as he swallowed while Mephisto coated his length in the oil.
He couldn't help the needy sound that exited his mouth when Mephisto's hand disappeared under his skirt and touched his entrance, making him jump at the strange feeling.
The teasing didn't last for long and Rin whined at the uncomfortable sensation of being stretched, dropping his head to his chest and clenching his eyes shut in the hopes it would be over soon.
"Exquisite," came the dark sound of Mephisto's voice, rolling over Rin's pointed ears and making him shake at the desire he heard there.
Some strange power within Rin had him opening his eyes again, needing to see what happened next.
Mephisto was waiting for him, it seemed, only removing his fingers once he saw Rin watching.
Under Rin's heavy gaze, Mephisto brought his hands to his thighs at the bottom of the skirt to slide it upwards until Rin could see himself fully and he flushed at the sight.
That was nothing to the sight of Mephisto pressing against his entrance and he groaned aloud as the blunt head pushed into him, one slow inch at a time.
Rin's head dropped back to the desk and he brought his arm over his eyes, moaning at the fullness when Mephisto bottomed out, pressing flush to his skin.
His back arched and his tail coiled, trying to adjust to the strange feeling and unable to with the way his body healed.
When he looked again from under his arm it was to see Mephisto's ears had lengthened, his features taking on his more demonic appearance, a good indication he was letting his control slip.
Enough. Rin couldn't wait anymore, the tension killing him as the heat in his stomach built to overwhelming levels.
"Please, Mephisto."
Hearing him, Mephisto cocked his head like a predator considering its prey, voice coming out in a rough growl, "What was that, Rin?"
"Move!"
Rin's frustrated snarl broke off with a cry as Mephisto began pounding into him without warning.
"Hah-ah!" Rin lost himself in the rhythm, hands coming up to cover his eyes with his palms as he tried and failed to bring his hips up to match the brutal pace being set.
This was what he'd come to that first time, the sight of Mephisto slamming into Amaimon, and it had consumed his thoughts ever since.
It was so much more wonderful than he'd imagined.
His mind flashed back to what else they'd done that night and he eyed his thrashing tail.
As if sensing his thoughts, his tail moved to drape over his chest, writhing over his heated skin like another hand.
An animalistic growl snapped his attention to Mephisto only to find him focused on his tail as if hypnotized.
"You have no idea what you're doing," he said, guttural voice heightening Rin's senses and winding him up further.
One hand remained on his hips, keeping him from doing anything except lay there while Mephisto took him.
Rin bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as the other black-clawed hand came to stroke down his tail in a possessive move.
It just excited Mephisto further as he licked his lips, panting around a grin at the sight of the blood. He drew his hand up Rin's tail and Rin thought he was going to pass out at the heady wave rolling through him.
Conscious thought began to fail him and his mouth fell open as Mephisto swept a thumb over the already healed cut he'd made in his bottom lip, bringing it up to lick away the gathered blood with his own moan of pleasure at the taste.
He was harder than he'd ever been in his life and he hadn't even been touched there yet.
The thought had him whimpering again before he got an idea that made him sob even louder.
His tail traced along his taut stomach until it wound around his length and he had to bite off a scream at the new feeling.
Oh, god, that was such a good idea.
Any reason had long fled his mind. Rin was a mess, trying to bring his hips up into the coils of his tail and at the same time thrust back onto Mephisto and unable to coordinate enough to do both.
Looking up at Mephisto from beneath his sweat-soaked bangs, Rin gave up trying to hold back his moans. The way Mephisto watched him, more undone than he'd ever seen him before, Rin couldn't help do anything but reciprocate.
Mephisto finally brought his own tail into play, giving up on hiding it from Rin. It arched behind him and Rin knew the relief he must be feeling to finally stretch it out after having it wound up all day.
A sympathetic purr roll through Rin's chest as Mephisto winced at a kink he must have had in the tail.
His thrusts had slowed, Mephisto instead focused on bringing the tail to Rin's lips, a silent request, or more likely a command, considering who he was, for Rin to get to work.
Faced with the end pressed to his mouth made Rin hesitate, only having been the receiver of Mephisto and Amaimon's attentions when they'd last taught him about a demon's tail.
At the impatient look in Mephisto's eyes, Rin opened his mouth obligingly and dragged his tongue over the tip of the tail he soon found there.
The low hiss of appreciation from Mephisto told him all he needed to know about his technique.
Experimentally, Rin suckled at the tail, watching as Mephisto's eyes fluttered closed and grinning as he realized he had been the one to ruin his composure.
It didn't take long for Mephisto to adjust to the added sensation, shaking his head as he came back to himself and resuming his pace.
Rin's mouth was filled with tail and he had to resort to breathing harsh pants through his nose, feeling light-headed at the reduced oxygen.
He couldn't take it anymore. His own tail clench around his length and his walls clench around Mephisto as he came, screaming past the tail in his mouth and clawing at the desk beneath him, gouging rents into the wood.
A growl rumbled from Mephisto, the deep sound sending a thrill through Rin's veins, some primal part of him responding to it and making him release an answering growl until they mixed together, reverberating through the room.
He stilled over Rin and came, then, hands bruising Rin's hips as he filled him in a hot rush.
The buzzing in his ears slowly faded and he listened to their mingled panting, tail slowly unwinding from his softened length to drape, limp, over the edge of the desk.
Mephisto groaned as he slid out of Rin, trailing his release that Rin blushed to realize was now coming out of him without anything to stop it.
Right. Rin refused to deal with that reality, dropping his head back to the desk and closing his eyes, savoring the satisfaction that left him in a boneless heap.
Time passed in a blur. Rin didn't know how long he lay there for, breaths evening out and sweat drying on his flushed skin.
"Much as it delights me to see you spread on my desk like this, I believe we have a celebratory dinner to attend."
'Cele-what?" Rin grumbled at having to think so soon, opening one eye to glare at the smug face of the demon king standing before him, clearly not in any rush to leave, either, despite his words.
"Unless you want to go looking like that, you may want to shower. Not that I would mind, you understand, but humans have odd ideas about such things."
Now Rin was up and glaring, crossing his arms over his chest at the utter nerve and hissing out, "You're the bastard that told them to meet in an hour!"
When all he got for that reminder was a widening of Mephisto's lips in a Cheshire grin, Rin huffed and got off the desk, wincing at the soreness from laying on the hard surface for so long and the weird sensation of room temperature liquid running down his stocking-clad legs.
He stalked up to Mephisto, still glaring. "Okay, so where's your shower? Because I am not walking home like this and I'll burn your room down if you even think about suggesting it."
"Oh?"
Some of his flames pulled to Rin's hand, the control coming so, so easy to him with the proper motivation-namely, spite.
Mephisto held his hands up in mock surrender. "You make an excellent point."
A snap of his fingers came and Rin found himself transported to a luxurious bathroom, marble tiling and expensive fixtures telling him exactly whose room he was in.
Turning showed Mephisto leaning against the door, still looking like a giant satisfied dragon and still very naked.
"I am going to take a shower," Rin growled out, stabbing a finger at the smirk Mephisto wore, "and you are going to keep your hands to yourself because you deserve it after deciding an hour was a long enough time, you hear?"
"So cruel," Mephisto pouted, poorly hiding a smile at Rin's demand, "and here I was thinking you would be in a much better mood after I was so nice to you. Very ungrateful of you, Rin."
Rin offered him a final glare, turning on his heel to head to the shower and giving Mephisto one last order.
"And my clothes and the damn eyedrops better be on the counter when I'm done!"
The exwires watched in utter confusion as Rin spent the dinner eating Mephisto out of house and home in unholy retribution.