Summary:
Amaimon is an Absolute Bastard™ and Mephisto is a Smug Bastard™ to the surprise of absolutely no one. Also, Rin still needs a date to the festival dance and he can't look Shiemi in the eyes without thinking about all the hot demon tail he's been getting. Obviously, the only solution is to get Yukio to go with her, not that his brother is going to make that easy. And as for himself, Rin will just hope a random girl student will see him and decide she just has to go with him to the dance, no other will do.
Yeah, right.
Also, Rin, literal-ball-of-sunshine Okumura's smile is irresistible- and he looks like a snack in a three-piece suit, but what else is new?
Notes:
Okay, guys, last chapter for this because I definitely don't want to deal with all the crazy plot happening past this point in ane lol
Here's some tooth-rotting smluff (smut-fluff, thanks for the new favorite term, guest reviewer jlol) to finish things off.
I hope it was as good for you as it was for me ;)
Song of the Chapter: Poplar St by Glass Animals
"You're going to go with Shiemi to the dance, Yukio. And not just because I can't look her in the face after what I've done this past week but because I care about you and want you to be happy."
Is what Rin wanted to say to his stubborn twin if he knew he could get away without having to explain what, exactly, it was he'd been doing, or rather, who.
If someone had told him a week ago that Shiemi was going to join their group as a new student and thus be eligible to go to the couples dance at the festival that weekend and that Rin would for some reason not want to go with her, well, it would have sounded insane.
As it turned out, Rin thought he might be going a little crazy.
He loved his friend and his twin without reservation, though, which meant he wanted them to be happy at all costs.
Up until this point he'd had a colossal crush on Shiemi, still did, to an extent. But it no longer felt right, or even the same, as it used to. Thinking about it only made his head hurt, so he had decided to do what he did best and go with his gut. He'd analyze it later. Maybe.
So, the next best thing, he thought, was for Yukio and Shiemi to be happy. Together. If his two favorite people, who already liked each other but wouldn't admit it, could find happiness then Rin would be okay with that.
It was definitely the fault of a certain pair of demons that Rin had changed in such a way that he could no longer see himself with Shiemi, who Rin was convinced had no flaws.
Okay, that wasn't true. Shiemi was a human with all the flaws and perfections that came with being one and Rin was never the type to put someone on an untouchable pedestal. He liked her just fine the way she was and wouldn't change a thing.
That meant he had to be realistic, though. And realistically Rin was finding he spent more time thinking about Amaimon and Mephisto than Shiemi nowadays and it didn't seem to be changing any time soon.
Now he just had to help Yukio see the light, so to speak, and his brother was being ridiculous.
"I don't have time to go to the festival," Yukio said, eyes narrowing, "I've got too many worries as it is to focus on that."
Rin crossed his arms, staring Yukio down from his side of their dorm room.
"You don't even have to stick around, just go with her so she has someone there she feels comfortable with, you know how shy she can be."
Yukio matched him, returning with, "Then why don't you go with her?"
Shit, why didn't he go with her? Rin hesitated at why the thought made him react with an automatic 'NO' in his gut.
"Er, I've got someone…already."
He didn't have anyone, why did he say that? Rin cursed his lack of brain to mouth filter because as far as he knew he definitely didn't know any girl classmate besides Shiemi who was available to go with him or would even want to, for that matter.
All he got was a raised brow from Yukio who knew all his friends and therefore knew he didn't have any other eligible partners in the group.
"You don't know her," Rin grumbled, averting his eyes from the judgmental look he was getting.
With how little time Yukio spent around him it might as well be true. Rin sighed, feeling the typical hurt that sprung up whenever he remembered that fact.
Something of the hurt must have shown on his face because Yukio blinked and studied him.
"You…really want me to go with Shiemi, huh? I thought you liked her?"
Rin scratched at his hair, trying to put his feelings for Shiemi into words.
"I do. But…not like that anymore."
A frown tugged at Yukio's lips as he tried to puzzle that out. "You've changed, Rin."
"Yeah, well, you too," Rin said, standing firm in the face of Yukio's hypocrisy.
"Fine," Yukio sighed, capitulating, "I'll go with Shiemi to the festival."
"You don't have to make it sound like a chore," Rin shot back.
His point got him a wry grin from Yukio before he gave some piss poor excuse to leave for the day.
But, Rin had gotten what he wanted, and he hoped Shiemi would have more luck figuring out what was wrong with Yukio. She always seemed like she understood him better than Rin ever had.
Once again, a depressing thought, but Rin contented himself with the fact that he had convinced his reclusive twin to join in the fun for once.
Now he just had to worry about finding his own partner for the dance. Somehow.
-2
"Man, you still don't have anyone yet, Rin?" Shima frowned at him, having been forced to sign on as an usher just to get into the festival since he'd also been unable to find someone to go with.
Rin sighed, slumping into the bean bag chair in Konekomaru and Shima's room they'd gotten just for him since he spent so much time there now instead of at his own dorm. Their way of showing support so he didn't have to go home to an empty place.
"I thought Yukio said you did, though?" Koneko questioned. The lucky guy had joined a sutra club and was going with the club's president to the party.
That just made Rin sigh louder, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "I just told him that to get him to go to the festival with Shiemi instead of hiding like he usually does."
He put up with the jostling and tears of support from Shima for 'sacrificing himself to the greater cause,' or whatever it was he was babbling about.
Koneko sent a sad smile his way, patting his shoulder in encouragement before changing the topic like the true friend he was.
Another day went by, another day closer to the festival.
It was hard not to get excited about the parts of the activities he'd be able to participate in besides the dance. The food stall was coming along perfectly, and Rin couldn't wait to do what he did best, which was cook an amazing meal.
Plus, he'd get to enjoy all the rides at the amusement park, which, after that one mission Amaimon had crashed, he'd yet to go back to.
So, in the end, Rin decided that even if he missed that part of the event it wouldn't be the end of the world and he still had a few more years at the school to try again.
The buzzing energy in the opening ceremony brought a wide grin to his face, watching when Mephisto made a ridiculous entry, parachuting out of the sky to land on the stage and make his opening announcement.
"Alright, who's hungry?" Rin cheered as he and Godaiin began taking orders and their stall opened for business.
Things went off without a hitch.
Then, through the chaos, his nose caught a familiar scent and he looked up, searching the crowd until he saw Mephisto striding past the various stalls, clearly enjoying himself.
Rin grinned up at him when he appeared in front of their stall, already handing him a bowl of the pork miso soup for him to try.
There was something instinctual in him that was very pleased at the thought of providing for the elder demon that Rin didn't think too hard about.
"This is magnificent," he praised, eyes crinkling in a smile and Rin felt his tail try to wag despite being hidden under his shirt.
"Tell me, Rin," Mephisto began, handing the bowl back, the slight brush of his gloved fingers against Rin's sending a shiver through him, "will you also be going to the dance tomorrow night?"
His question had Rin pouting, even Mephisto seemed to have noticed his dilemma and was teasing him over it, not that he expected any different.
"It just so happens my niece is joining the academy as a student in your year and I thought she might be your plus one to the dance. You can show her around, introduce her to her new classmates. It would be a favor to me, if you could."
Rin froze. A niece? How? And who? He stared up at Mephisto with an odd sense of betrayal that made him feel stupid because of course he had a million secrets that Rin would never know. But, for some reason, this one in particular really bothered him.
"Uh, sure, that would be great," Rin found himself mumbling. It would solve his problem for sure, at least.
"Perfect, I'll let her know to meet you at the entrance, then," Mephisto said, somehow not picking up on Rin's conflicted emotions despite usually being so astute about them.
"As for you," Mephisto indicated Godaiin and the rest of the guys from his class working the booth, "I must have this stall set up at the festival square tomorrow night, although you should add more girls, it's far too messy as it is now. Don't worry about equipment and so forth, I have the budget set aside for it."
With a shake of his head, Rin tried to scatter the disruptive thoughts and join in on the excitement now that they could all go to the dance.
"Hey that's pretty lucky, right?" Godaiin nudged him, adding, "I wonder what the headmaster's niece looks like. Somehow I can't imagine it."
"Yeah, me neither," Rin responded absently, staring at Mephisto's retreating form.
"But," Godaiin hesitated, "most of our classmates will be participating in the party so I don't know how we'll have enough workers."
"Don't worry, I'll go ask Izumo again," Rin promised, trying to cheer him up and hoping she would agree this time around.
"Awesome, you're the best, man!"
Rin smiled, rubbing his head at the praise, and got back to work.
-3
"You're the only one I can trust with this, Izumo!"
Rin clutched his hands together, imploring Izumo while she blushed and sputtered at his words.
"Fine! I'll be there!"
Her irritated promise sent him beaming, he knew he could count on his friend.
"But I don't trust any of you!"
Befuddled, Rin watched as Izumo stalked off with the outfit he'd brought her for when she manned the booth. But, then, Izumo always seemed to keep a distance from the rest of the exwires and Rin hadn't been able to puzzle out why, yet.
It would have to wait for another day.
That settled, he ran home to get ready for the party, putting aside the mystery that was Izumo for the time being.
The moment he got back to his room Rin stopped, taking a heavy breath and feeling a purr try to force its way out. The room smelled like Amaimon.
Rin looked around the small space, hoping Amaimon was still there even though the scent was fading. He must have been by when Rin was out finding Izumo.
But there was something on the bed that hadn't been there before he'd left and he frowned, moving over to it.
He blinked, staring down at the folded suit upon which sat another one of those flowery-smelling cards Mephisto liked to use.
A quick slide of his nails cut open the envelope, Rin recognizing Mephisto's writing.
'Rin, thank you for agreeing to accompany my niece to the dance tonight. I've taken the liberty of procuring you a suit for the occasion. Please, wear it. Johann Faust V.'
Please wear it. Rin scowled at the note, its brevity and lack of explanation pissing him off, when usually Mephisto was too wordy.
Still, Rin brought the card up to smell it, scenting out Mephisto under all the perfume, though it made him sneeze. He tucked the card into his desk along with the first one he'd received from Mephisto. If Yukio ever saw the cards he'd really think something was wrong with Rin but that didn't stop him from hoarding them.
Card safely hidden, Rin went to inspect the suit.
It was really expensive feeling. Not that Rin knew much about that, seeing as he'd been raised in a church and had never owned an expensive thing in his life besides the heirloom Koma sword. But he could still tell that he'd have to be extra careful not to ruin the suit or he'd probably be paying off his debt to Mephisto for the rest of his immortal life.
Smooth fabric met his hands when they ran over the suit, careful to not catch his nails on it.
Although…
Rin brought the suit up to his nose and breathed in.
Yep, Amaimon had been the poor errand boy. Rin grinned, pulling away and unfolding the fabric to see what he'd be wearing.
Another few minutes passed and Rin finished buttoning everything up, adjusting the slim three-piece suit and admiring himself in the mirror.
As he slid his hands down his chest, following the tapered lines of the suit to tug at the bottom of it, Rin smiled, feeling oddly embarrassed.
He looked really good.
Like, this was definitely not his school uniform he was wearing. Everything fit perfect on his frame, hugging more like a second skin than the semi-baggy clothes he normally wore.
Could something be considered indecent if it covered everything?
Rin shook his head, banishing the awkward thoughts from his mind and going to try to tame his hair into a manageable form. If Mephisto's niece was anything like him, she'd be a stickler for presentation and proper attire.
Looking as good as he was going to get, Rin headed over to the festival entrance, trying to hide how self-conscious he felt every time someone looked his way when he passed them on the sidewalk.
The sounds of the festival grew closer until he was almost there when Rin realized it might be polite to get a flower for his date. He'd always been a romantic and, before, when he'd first heard about the festival and had thought he'd be going with Shiemi, he'd imagined tucking a flower into her hair and then leading her to dance.
Girls liked flowers, right?
His steps slowed and Rin glanced around, hoping to spot something.
There! A small flower stand was lined up along with a few other stands on the sidewalk, all selling things geared towards couples.
After a quick exchange, Rin came away with a clipped red carnation tucked into his chest pocket and an extra red chrysanthemum he'd just liked the look of for some reason, then went to wait near the entrance.
That brought him to his next problem. He watched the stream of happy couples heading through the arching gates, wondering how he was supposed to pick someone he'd never seen out in the crowd or if he'd even gotten there at the right time, seeing as he'd been given no information.
Hands came up to cover his eyes from behind him, a warm body pressing against his back and a chin resting on his shoulder.
"Guess who."
Rin breath caught, heart jolting in his chest.
"Amai-"
He found one of the hands wrapped over his mouth, cutting him off.
The purr going through the body behind him had Rin falling lax in the hold, joy welling through him to push past the confusion.
"You look edible," came the dark rumble by his ear.
It made him shiver as his neck was nuzzled into, feeling the hint of fangs scraping at the line of skin showing just over his collar.
Maybe he'd skip the party, Rin thought, shaking at what he could be doing instead.
Not able to resist anymore, Rin turned in Amaimon's arms only to stop short with a squeak, blush rising to his cheeks so fast he felt light-headed.
"Hi, I'm Ambrosia Faust. It's nice to meet you, Rin Okumura."
Was he dead? Rin gaped at what stood in front of him that had to be Amaimon, right?
Rin took a cautious sniff, wondering if his nose was playing a trick on him.
Seeing his confusion brought a smirk that was all Amaimon, however, and the scent matched the one Rin had grown used to; the ground after a rainstorm and deep pine forest.
What his appearance was telling Rin was entirely different.
Gone was the ragged maroon coat, the mis-matching patterns of his striped shirt, gold vest, green tights, and studded shorts.
In its place was an elegant black dress draping over Amaimon's lithe frame with a slit going all the way up to the jut of his hips on one side to reveal shapely legs. Had he shaved? Was he even wearing underwear? Rin wanted to find out, eyes traveling down to see that yes, Amaimon was taller, strappy black stilettos giving him another six inches to Rin's already average height.
Amaimon brought a gloved hand up to Rin's hair, teasing with the wisps that had escaped his attempts to tame them and letting him get his fill of looking.
A tasteful gold choker hid any hint of an Adam's apple and somehow-Rin was betting Mephisto had something to do with it-Amaimon's hair was up in a graceful bun, loose strands of hair framing a face perfectly made up to accentuate the sharp cut of his cheekbones and suddenly fuller-looking lips.
Rin swallowed, mouth gone dry and mind blank, unable to think past the fact that Amaimon made for a stunning girl.
He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a croak.
Instead of trying to find words that wouldn't come, Rin found his hand moving up his chest to grasp at the flower he'd put there.
Pupils slivered and Amaimon blinked as Rin shoved his hand forward, red carnation held before him like a peace offering.
His eyes had clenched shut so he only felt Amaimon pluck the flower from his hand, not knowing how he would take the gesture.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
The question made his heart drop, Rin opening his eyes to see Amaimon examining the flower pinched between his fingertips.
"Ah, it's for-or it was supposed to be…" Rin trailed off helplessly, reaching out to take the flower back and tucking it into Amaimon's hair by his pointed ear instead of trying to explain human courtship practices to the demon.
Amaimon let him do everything with more patience than he'd ever shown so Rin forced himself to take a deep breath before he made a complete idiot of himself.
"What's going on?" Rin gave up trying to figure out what his life even was at that point, hoping Amaimon would take pity on him and explain.
The sly smile he got from Amaimon did funny things to his heart, especially seeing the hint of a fang indenting the dark red lipstick he wore.
"I know you're not very good at remembering names, so I'll tell you again."
Gold eyes gleamed, looking so much more intense with the smoky eyeshadow highlighting them.
"My name is Ambrosia Faust, niece to Johann Faust. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rin Okumura."
Rin whimpered, body weak as he realized what, in fact, was going on.
"Ah," he coughed, trying again to form a coherent sentence, "will you-are you ready to head in, then?"
Amaimon's lips curled, not even bothering to hide how much enjoyment he was getting out of tormenting Rin.
Still, he held out his arm for Rin and Rin scrambled to take it, tucking his arm in the crook of Amaimon's and shivering at their closeness.
The strangeness of being so close to Amaimon absorbed Rin the whole way to the gate. It wasn't that he hadn't been near him before then, but never in such a human way.
Every other time had been as a way for Amaimon to try to bring Rin's demonic instincts to the surface and do away with his human mannerisms. This was a complete one-eighty of the previous pattern of behavior Rin had grown accustomed to.
In other words, "Was this Mephisto's idea?"
He saw Amaimon look at him out of the corner of his eye, expression giving him no hints as to whether he was right or wrong.
"I didn't want those humans thinking they could put their hands on you."
Rin stopped, blinking up at him at that possessive statement. "Wait, are you saying you went through the trouble of enrolling in classes and dressing up like this because you thought someone might think I'm dateable?"
"You have no idea what you look like right now, do you?" Amaimon said, eyes narrowing.
What he looked like? Rin dropped his stare, a wry smile that verged on bitter pulling his lips up in a humorless smile. "I thought I told you, nobody likes me like that. At least, not humans."
Claws found his chin as Amaimon gripped Rin and pulled up to meet his gaze, looking furious as he snapped, "And I thought I told you, they don't deserve you."
His ire just made Rin grin, reaching up to grasp the hand at his chin, bringing it away but not letting go. If the only beings on Assiah who thought of him that way were two immortal demon kings, then he thought he would be okay with that.
A tight squeeze of the hand in his solidified his decision, continuing to the entrance and pulling out his student ID to present to the usher.
"Rin?"
At the squawked shout, Rin turned, realizing he had forgotten something very important.
Shima and Bon were both ushering at the dance and they had spotted Rin with his date.
Tension shivered in Amaimon's taut arm and clenched fist, tight around Rin's. Though he knew it wasn't because Amaimon was nervous, more like murderous.
Rin scrambled to do damage control, tugging Amaimon over to his friends with a disarming smile on his face, making sure to keep Amaimon behind him to prevent any unexpected attacks.
"Hey guys, this is Ambrosia Faust. Mephisto's niece. She's a student here in our year now and I'm showing her around."
They didn't speak. Rin kept his smile plastered to his face in the empty silence that answered his introduction.
"Oh my god, Rin," Shima whispered, eyes bugging at what he was seeing.
Could they see through the ruse? Rin winced.
"You didn't tell me you were going with this total babe to the dance tonight!"
Bon still wasn't talking but a suspicious blush had started creeping up his face.
Turning to make sure Amaimon wasn't about to shred them apart at the disrespect showed him staring down at the two exwires with a contemptuous sneer on his pretty face.
Before Rin could figure out a way to get out of the conversation and get Amaimon away from Shima's flirtations, Bon spoke up.
"Is this what the headmaster called you away about that night we fought the family portrait demon? To introduce you to, er, Ambrosia?"
Headmaster. Family portrait. Mephisto. His desk. Rin blanked, mind short-circuiting as he went back to that night in Mephisto's office.
"Wait," Shima interrupted, looking like he was connecting the dots, "so you really weren't lying to Yukio about having a hot date to the dance. That's so cruel, man, holding out on us like that. Why didn't you introduce us before?"
Rin's brain stuttered back online, and he felt an oddly heated anger building up in his chest at the flirtatious tone in Shima's voice.
He realized he'd begun to growl when Bon looked at him funny and he cut himself off with a cough.
"Sorry, guys, I just didn't know how to bring it up."
"But," Rin stated, his tone booking no argument and glare firm to make sure he got his point across, "she's my girlfriend, so keep your hands to yourself, Shima."
So saying, Rin turned around to pull Amaimon into a kiss, hands coming up to frame either side of his face. He could taste the sweet gloss that had been applied to Amaimon's lips and was a bit surprised he hadn't licked it off himself yet.
Satisfaction sent a low hum through Rin as Amaimon placed his hands at his waist and deepened the kiss, glad his claim had been accepted.
Rin forced himself to pull away before things got awkward.
Well, more awkward than they already were.
It took all of Rin's willpower to turn away from Amaimon and the hungry look he watched Rin with back to the stunned faces of his friends.
Shima was the first to recover, clapping and whooping in congratulations. "Yeah, Rin! Who knew you had it in ya'? I'm so proud of you."
A choked sound came from Bon, smiling despite the flush in his cheeks that had yet to subside. "Hey, man, I'm glad for you."
"And," Bon turned, a serious expression on his face as he reached a hand out to Amaimon to shake, "I look forward to getting to know you, Ambrosia."
The potential disaster had Rin gulping, hoping Amaimon recognized the gesture and heaving an inward sigh of relief when he deigned to reciprocate instead of tearing the hand off.
"Right," Rin started, taking Amaimon's hand again and making sure it was the one Bon had touched last to soothe his possessive instincts, "I'm gonna go introduce her to everyone else. I'll see you guys later. Bye!"
He led Amaimon through the crowd until they were out of sight and Rin sighed only to find himself tugged back into a firm chest.
Hesitant, Rin looked into Amaimon's eyes, unaware of how he'd taken that interaction.
"I didn't know how else to get him to stop flirting with you," Rin muttered, shy all of a sudden.
Amaimon gave a slow lick to his plush lips, gaze penetrating, and Rin held his breath while he waited for an answer.
"You staked your claim," his eyes narrowed, "I accept."
A moment passed where Rin didn't understand and then all of a sudden, he did, smiling wide enough to hurt as he reached up to bring Amaimon back into a kiss.
This time, Amaimon was the one to break it, keeping his lips near Rin's to speak. "I want you to fuck me tonight. Will you?"
Just the thought of what Amaimon asked for had Rin whining into his mouth, almost deciding to leave right then before forcing himself to stick to the vague plan he'd decided on the second he'd seen Amaimon in his dress.
"I still need to do two things with you, then we can. Please?" Rin asked, begging him for patience.
His request made a frown form on Amaimon but he acquiesced with a grudging nod.
Smiling, Rin led him towards the center where crowds of students danced together.
He stopped at the edge of the crowd and turned with his hand outstretched towards Amaimon. "Will you dance with me?"
"Do you know how to dance?" Amaimon quirked a wry smile at Rin, shaking his head but taking his hand anyway.
"Nope," Rin chirped, pulling Amaimon back into the thread of the moving crowd, "but I want to dance with you."
Without prompting, Amaimon leaned to tuck Rin's head under his chin, reaching down to move Rin's hands to his waist before placing his own arms around Rin's shoulders, swaying against him in an easy rhythm even Rin could follow. He let it consume him, inhaling into Amaimon's collar and content in ways he couldn't begin to explain.
"Mephisto knew you would," Amaimon said after a while, shrugging and bringing Rin back to the topic of conversation. "He made me learn."
Rin's breath hitched at the thought of the two demons dancing together.
"Is he here tonight?"
Instead of answering, Amaimon turned him around in his arms, directing his attention to one of the buildings with a balcony standing above the pavilion so that it overlooked the whole festival.
Rin searched until his eyes caught the gaze of the demon king of time. Mephisto leaned on his arms on the wooden railing, staring straight at them and grinning his Cheshire grin.
"Hey, why do you call him Mephisto, too?" Rin suddenly thought to ask. It was something that had been niggling at him ever since he'd learned Mephisto's true name.
"Samael goes by whatever name the humans decide to call him in the current century," Amaimon scoffed. "And he insists on us calling him by it so we don't trip up whatever game he's playing at the time. It's a waste of effort to argue with him."
It confirmed what Rin had been thinking, and he hummed. "So wait, does no one know who he is here?"
"No," Amaimon said with a sigh. "That's the sad thing. They all know his true name so it's pointless."
Mystified, Rin sent a look up at Mephisto. "That's so dumb and dramatic."
"Rin!"
Interrupted for the second time that day-although in this case Rin didn't mind as much as Shiemi fought her way through the crowd, pulling Yukio behind her and waving to catch Rin's attention.
He heard a low growl come from Amaimon and Rin smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I'm yours, remember?"
Amaimon intertwined their fingers, growls subsiding as he watched the two humans approach.
"Who's this, Rin?" Shiemi asked politely, cocking her head in curiosity.
Yukio looked completely lost, eyes taking in the beautiful girl he'd had no idea Rin even knew, so divorced from his life that he'd missed out on the developing relationship.
In the face of Yukio's confusion, Rin felt a little smug, but turned to answer Shiemi.
"This is my girlfriend, Ambrosia. We met a few months ago but just started dating last week when Mephisto introduced us. She's his niece."
"O-oh," Shiemi gasped, a happy smile overtaking her face to see the obvious pride Rin took in 'Ambrosia' and blushing at the revelation.
"Mephisto's what?" Yukio narrowed his eyes, suspicion evident as he glared at Amaimon.
Tension sang through Amaimon's body at the challenge as he answered in turn, "That's right. I'll be joining the academy this year."
His response froze Rin and he could only stare. First of all because he could tell the conversation was only going to decline from there and second of all because the voice Amaimon had just spoken with was that of a girl's.
Was the thing about speaking in tongues something demons could actually do or was this a hidden talent of Amaimon's Rin had only witnessed just then?
"I see," Yukio clearly didn't see, "I didn't realize the headmaster had siblings he was particularly close to, to take in their children."
A headache began to build in Rin at the pointed jabs.
"In fact, my uncle does," Amaimon said, sneering at Yukio.
"Are you a demon or not," Yukio hissed, giving up the pretense of polite conversation.
"Why don't you come closer and find out?"
Curling lips showed Amaimon's fangs now jagged and bared in a snarl. Slit-pupiled gold eyes added to the effect as Rin remembered that bared fangs were a challenge for demons.
He stepped more in front of Amaimon, trying desperately to think of a way to calm both parties down.
"Yukio stop it!" Shiemi said, standing in front of him and glaring reprovingly.
"Shiemi," Yukio trailed off, seeming to deflate in the face of her stern reproach.
"Say you're sorry and that you're happy for both of them," Shiemi continued when she had his attention. Her sudden display of forcefulness shook Rin from the defense he'd been building, floor ripped out from under him and heart skipping.
Yukio looked helplessly towards Rin, who waited for the apology he wasn't certain would come.
"Rin. Ambrosia…" Yukio started, gaze flicking to Shiemi. Another second passed and he deflated with a sigh in defeat, pasting a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry for my behavior. I'm very happy for you two," he said, looking as thrown-off as Rin felt and unsure how to proceed. "Would it be alright if we talked about this tomorrow?"
That had been more than Rin could have expected. He gave Yukio a tired grin, accepting the peace offering for what it was and unable to deny his younger brother anything. "Sure, Yukio. We can talk."
Shiemi nodded, happy with the results before she turned to Amaimon and bowed to him, saying, "I'm very happy to have met you, Ambrosia. Rin is a good friend of mine and I hope we can be, too."
The hopeful glance Rin shot over his shoulder showed Amaimon looking a bit stunned, although it was hard to tell on his blank face. Rin thought it possible that Amaimon defaulted to the look when he didn't know how to deal with his emotions, though he would have to test that a little further to confirm it.
At a squeeze from Rin's hand, Amaimon nodded his head, disoriented in the face of Shiemi's kindness, and uttering a quick, "Thank you."
Rin and Shiemi beamed at each other, satisfied that everyone was getting along.
"We'll leave you two alone to dance. Bye, Rin! Bye, Ambrosia!" Shiemi said, waving and grabbing Yukio's hand to lead him away.
They fade into the crowd, Rin watching before he found himself wrapped in an embrace by a perturbed Amaimon.
"Can we please leave now?"
His question muffled to Rin's throat and he rubbed soothing circles on Amaimon's back, realizing the poor demon had had enough of the crowds and pretending to be human for the night. Even though they hadn't been able to do as much as Rin would have liked at the festival besides the introductions and dancing.
Beyond the crowd, the festival lights and sounds of people enjoying the rides tempted Rin to keep going, but another desire called louder and it had everything to do with the demon in his arms.
"Yeah, okay. Where do you want to go?"
Instead of answering, Amaimon raised his hand as if signaling someone and Rin had only a moment to wonder who before he was blinking and opening his eyes to an ornate room lit with a low golden light, the sounds of the festival muffled by thick red-wood walls and various silk-screen hangings.
"My, My, retiring so soon? I thought you would be out enjoying the festival for much longer."
Rin released Amaimon and grinned sheepishly at Mephisto as he approached.
The inane statement from Mephisto had Amaimon blowing at the stray wisps of his bangs, shooting a scowl his way. He'd already shed his gloves, tossing them to the floor and flexing his now freed claws.
Smiling back at the poor, put-upon earth king, Rin stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mephisto, feeling him tense at the unexpected move.
"What's this?"
He snuggled his face further into the folds of the yukata Mephisto wore, feeling a contented purr rising in his chest when he brought a hand to stroke at his hair.
"Thank you." Rin inhaled, closing his eyes to better enjoy being enveloped by the scents of the two demon kings, a sense of safety and protection overcoming him as Mephisto returned his embrace.
A second pair of arms joined them and Amaimon set his chin on Rin's shoulder, annoyed at being left out. "He didn't do anything. Why are you rewarding him and not me?"
Grumbling about ungrateful demons came from Mephisto as Rin snickered.
"While I will credit you for the initial idea to accompany our Rin to the dance, I'd appreciate it if you recalled who it was that actually planned everything out."
"And," Mephisto pulled out of the embrace, stepping back to survey them from afar, "I am quite satisfied with my work in dressing the two of you for the occasion."
"Amaimon looks amazing!" Rin said in complete agreement, bringing his hands up to place them over Amaimon's arms where they were currently crossed around his chest.
Amaimon snorted, nudging Rin's cheek with his nose. "He meant you, too."
"O-oh" Rin stuttered, unsure how to take the compliment to his looks. "I didn't-I don't-um."
He practically felt the glare Amaimon shot at Mephisto, his arms tightening around Rin.
"This is your fault," he accused. "He's got self-esteem issues because you left him alone, thinking he was human for so long."
Black clawed hands raised in surrender from Mephisto. "In all fairness, this was hardly the way I expected events would play out when I set things into motion all those years ago."
While they argued, Rin became aware of a lump in his breast pocket, remembering something and gently unlatching Amaimon's arms from around him to take out the red chrysanthemum he'd put there earlier.
A small smile rose on his face as he held out the slightly damaged flower to Mephisto. "I got one for Amaimon. This one's for you."
"I still don't understand why," Amaimon grumbled behind him, not liking being ignorant of something that Rin seemed to find obvious.
By the delight in Mephisto's green eyes as he came forward to take the flower, Rin knew he understood the human custom.
"Did you know," he began, considering the thin red petals before him, "a red chrysanthemum signifies a deep, passionate love. And that lovely deep red carnation you've given Amaimon says your heart aches for his love. It's very romantic of you, Rin."
"Why give meaning to a plant? They don't care one way or another what your feelings are," Amaimon complained, plucking at the red petaled flower still in his hair.
Rin laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't know all that, I just wanted to give you guys something."
"I don't understand it," Amaimon stated, reaching to attach himself to Rin again. "And I don't understand love either."
Didn't understand love? Rin tried to puzzle that out, blinking, though he relaxed into Amaimon's hold anyways, happy to stay there as long as he could.
Seeing his confusion, Mephisto explained, "Love is one of those funny human concepts that never made it over to demons. It's quite foreign to us, another nebulous idea humans like to squabble over."
"But," Rin began, brows furrowed as he tried to conceptualize that, "you both like me, right?"
When he received a confirming nod from Amaimon into his shoulder and an 'of course' from Mephisto, he continued, "And you're both mine, and I'm yours, right?"
"Mm, mine." Amaimon nuzzled further into his shoulder in agreement.
Mephisto just watched him with hooded eyes, waiting for him to make his point.
"Then that's love," Rin concluded, voice firm.
"Ah," Mephisto said in a breath, a testing tone to his voice, "and what would you say if I told you that I am not and have never been one for monogamy. I've had many demons and humans alike in my bed in the countless years I've been alive, you realize."
That was an attempt to get a rise out of him if he'd ever heard one. Rin just shook his head and said, "Yeah, I remember you saying something like that when you told me about your real name. I didn't forget."
His answer broke the careful expression on Mephisto and he grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners and coming to press a kiss to Rin's crown. "Then that, as you say, is love."
"Are we done? Do I get my reward now?" Amaimon prodded, bored with the conversation.
"And what we have here is a sad lack of romanticism," Mephisto said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
Sad lack of romanticism or not, Rin didn't care, turning and bringing his arms to Amaimon's shoulders to press a kiss to his cheek, having to stand on his toes to reach since he still had his heels on. "Yep! One reward, coming right up."
"And what, exactly, did you have in mind?" Mephisto breathed into his ear, nibbling at the tip of it as Rin gasped and leaned back into the embrace.
"Amaimon said I could have him tonight," Rin said, voice cheerful, despite the slight flush to his face, still not up for any of the dirtier terms they used.
Still, he could see Amaimon's pupils dilate, staring, unblinking, into his eyes.
"And what if I decide I would prefer something else?" Mephisto said, hand reaching down to his waist and rubbing a clawed finger along the thin fabric over his stomach where his shirt tucked into his slacks
More testing, this the kind Rin was more than happy to test back on. He grinned back, teasing. "Sorry, you're not allowed to this time."
Amaimon stopped from where he'd been kissing along Rin's throat at his statement, sharing a raised brow with Mephisto.
"How do you mean?" Mephisto said, head tilted at the curiosity of having been denied. It probably didn't happen very often, or at all, really.
"Well," Rin said, drawing the word out, enjoying having the upper hand for once.
"You said you'd owe me a favor for taking your 'niece' to the party and introducing her to the other students."
He glanced over his shoulder to see the effect he'd had on Mephisto. "I want to call that favor in."
Mephisto had that draconic look in his eyes again, but Amaimon laughed up at him, mocking. "He's caught you in your own game, Samael."
"That's an interesting request," Mephisto began, voice dangerously soft. "I'm surprised you realized what I was offering in that exchange. You didn't seem to notice it at the time."
"Actually," Rin said, mouth widening in a sly smile and blush returning, "my reward for Amaimon is separate. I wanted something else from you."
A rumble built up in Mephisto's chest, reverberating through Rin's back and causing him to shiver pleasantly.
Extricating himself from the two demons was the next step of Rin's impulsive plan, although Mephisto's arms tensed, reluctant to release him, Rin thought.
He went around so he was behind Amaimon, studying Rin over his shoulder with careful eyes to see what he would do.
Rin ignored them both to observe the way he trailed his finger down the open-backed dress before him, enjoying how Amaimon's breath hitched and Mephisto's eyes focused on the sound.
"I wanted to watch you two again."
Mephisto stopped breathing, eyes appearing incandescent with the heat in them, until his nose flared and his breath escaped him in a long hiss. "What did you say?"
"You heard me," Rin said, tone blithe as he pretended not to have noticed the effect he was having on the two demon kings, still running his finger over the suddenly tensed muscles of Amaimon's back.
"Yes," Amaimon hissed out, sounding animalistic as he shuddered in anticipation of fulfilling Rin's request.
Heat rose in the palm Rin planted flat against the center of Amaimon's back, letting it rest heavy there and feeling his heart thudding in his excitement.
He glanced up to see whether his proposal had been accepted, raising a brow in silent question.
"Why?" Mephisto growled out, still pinning them with unblinking eyes.
"Because I can't hurt him like you can," Rin said, making sure he held that unblinking stare and seeing those pupils become slivers, almost lost in the acid-green color.
"I don't like hurting people. I really don't know how," he continued, accentuating his remark with a light scratch of claws that had grown elongated and sharp at Amaimon's back as if to contradict that statement. "But you like to, and he likes being hurt."
"And," Rin said, feeling his fangs lengthen in his mouth to give his voice a guttural quality and his ears become just that much more pointed, "I like to watch."
Amaimon quaked at Rin's words, turning desperate eyes towards Mephisto.
"Please, Samael," he groaned, panting at how keyed up he was with anticipation.
"What a…rare breed you are, Rin," Mephisto said, voice a dark promise and eyes hooded. "I accept your proposal."
That was the sign he needed. Rin didn't wait any longer, shoving Amaimon forward and into Mephisto's waiting arms.
He turned his back to them to walk to a nearby chaise lounge, settling down onto it with his elbows bent on his knees and his face impassive beneath his brows.
Mephisto had Amaimon in his arms, head pulled back at a harsh angle while he placed one butterfly-soft kiss to his collarbone before sinking his fangs into the meat of his shoulder, eliciting a hoarse shout from Amaimon.
Claws scrabbled at the unmoving arms keeping Amaimon pressed against Mephisto, silk-black dress bunching up to reveal that he had, in fact, not been wearing underwear.
The point of Amaimon's green tail wrapped around the leg opposite the slit in his dress, answering where he'd been hiding it since he couldn't wrap it around his chest with such a low-cut back.
An answer came in the form of Mephisto biting deeper before he removed his teeth, cleaning the blood that trickled from the punctures and ignoring the way Amaimon writhed against him.
In the next moment Amaimon was unceremoniously shoved to the hard floor, made to kneel before Mephisto with a hand gripping the hair of the mussed bun on his head.
"Put on a good show, Amaimon," Mephisto commanded, staring down with haughty eyes.
Amaimon didn't hesitate, leaning forwards to tug the tie of the yukata loose with his teeth, letting the robe fall open to reveal Mephisto had also forgotten to wear anything beneath.
Lips parted as Amaimon swallowed the length in front of him, pushing forward until he'd taken the whole thing down and his nose brushed the dark curls there.
A beat and Mephisto glanced at Rin as if asking him whether he could move or not, letting Amaimon wait in agony.
Rin inclined his head, expression revealing nothing even as Mephisto began to thrust into the warm mouth over him, fucking into Amaimon's throat while he could do nothing except take it, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and saliva running down his lips.
The red lipstick had smeared irreparably by the time Mephisto released Amaimon, pulling him off and turning him around.
While Amaimon coughed, his hands were bound behind him with the silk tie of Mephisto's robe and his arms pulled taut, forced to bow his back forward to touch his forehead to the ground
In a deliberate movement, Mephisto crouched behind Amaimon, gently pushing his arms up as far as they could go-much farther than a human body could bend-until Amaimon sobbed at the pain, face turned towards Rin on the floor as much as he could from that angle and staring with sightless eyes.
Relief poured out in Amaimon's gasp when Mephisto released the pressure, arms dropping with a thud to his back, though he remained bowed against the floor, waiting for Mephisto's next move.
He trailed his clawed hands over Amaimon's thighs, pushing up the black dress and revealing more and more skin to Rin's blank gaze. Amaimon's tail had unwound itself from his leg earlier, twitching on the floor beside him with every scratch of Mephisto's claws.
As if just noticing, Mephisto reached out with uncaring hands to grab the tail and yank. Amaimon yowled, trying to arch his back up but unable to with Mephisto's other hand keeping him still.
It ended and Mephisto ran a soothing hand down the abused tail, watching while Amaimon heaved gasping breaths against the floor, saliva pooling there as he made no effort to swallow.
His hands left the twitching tail as spread his hands over the swell of Amaimon's ass, parting his cheeks and glancing at Rin once more before he went to the next step.
Mephisto froze as he was met with blazing blue eyes, like he was back in the overwhelming presence of Satan for the first time in years.
Rin's irises had become twin infernos, the pupils warping and glowing red as his control over his flames slipped just enough to reveal his true nature in his eyes.
But Rin did nothing except incline his head again, telling Mephisto to continue without words.
The directive given, Mephisto shuddered at the power from Rin, unable to stop himself from complying with his unspoken demands and thrusting into the waiting body.
Amaimon cried out at the abrupt entry, rim tearing and bleeding only to heal a few moments later, leaving him shaking on the floor.
There wasn't any time given to adjust, Mephisto slamming into the raised hips until Amaimon's cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure as he became accustomed to the force.
Every thrust sent Amaimon's knees sliding over the hardwood floor beneath him, leaving bruises that healed and formed and healed again.
A hand came up, Mephisto's next move as he clawed down Amaimon's back, once again taking advantage of the expanse of skin availed to him.
Sobbing replaced the cries from Amaimon as Mephisto ran a rough tongue over the wounds, cleaning the blood before it could reach the edges of the no doubt expensive dress
The taste of the blood sent Mephisto over the brink, releasing into Amaimon, who moaned at the feeling but didn't come, himself.
Mephisto panted, making to reach down and help Amaimon but suddenly found his hand stopped, gripped in Rin's, who'd made his unhurried way over to them while their attention had been absorbed.
His interruption brought a question to Mephisto's tongue but he was unable to speak at the look in Rin's eyes.
Rin broke his impassive expression to smile kindly down at Mephisto, letting his captured hand go to bend down and press a gentle kiss to his hair, tracing his flushed cheek with the backs of his claws.
"Thank you, Mephisto. I'll take him from here."
Silent, Mephisto found himself helpless to do anything but watch as Rin leant down and pulled Amaimon off of his softened length, undoing the tie from around his wrists and carrying him bridal style to the futon.
As feeling returned to his arms, Amaimon groaned, pins and needles running through them and body aching as he was placed on top of the soft duvet covers.
He stared up at Rin as if just seeing him for the first time.
Rin's smile was soft as he leaned down to tug Amaimon's hair out of its ruined bun and teased the knots from the strands, careful not to pull too hard at the ones he found.
"It's time for your reward now, Amaimon."
A sob gasped from Amaimon at Rin's words, achingly hard still and desperate for release.
Rin swallowed the sound with a slow kiss, running the warm pads of his fingers over Amaimon's face and massaging the strained muscles of his jaw.
Sighing into the kiss, Amaimon's eyes shuttered closed as his body relaxed into the touch, bringing his arms up to clutch at the fabric of Rin's suit over his shoulders.
The loose straps of Amaimon's dress slipped over his shoulders and down his arms, Rin lifting his hips to bring it off of him until he lay fully naked, skin glistening in the dim light of the room.
Next, he took the heels from his feet and traced the arches, a soothing flame easing the rest of the pain away while Rin hummed, pleased at the sight.
He turned to where Mephisto still sat, throwing the dress at him to catch on instinct, still mesmerized by the scene before him.
Rin cocked a cheeky grin at him and went back to where he'd left off with Amaimon, nosing down his chest to lick at the salty skin there and feel the thudding heartbeat beneath his mouth.
At that point Amaimon had gone incoherent, tail slipping over the sheets in erratic coils and body trying to arch into Rin's above his.
Not yet. It wasn't time. Rin didn't let him, keeping a firm hand on his hip and reprimanding him, voice apologetic, "Sorry, Amaimon, this suit's expensive and I'd hate to owe Mephisto anything if I let you ruin it, so no touching, okay?"
His words registered and Amaimon whimpered up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown as he tried to reconcile this new dominant Rin with the blushing virgin he'd first corrected sloppy, inexperienced kisses for the week before.
Still smiling down at him, Rin let his hold soften to stroke his hand up Amaimon's flank and leaned down to draw him into another kiss.
He'd reached whole new levels of arousal, still untouched by either Rin or Mephisto and leaking pre-come onto his quivering stomach.
Perfect. Rin leaned back and gestured behind him to Mephisto. "Would you be able to get me that oil you used on me?"
It was worded like a request but at that moment Mephisto looked like he would have given Rin anything, bringing up a shaking hand to snap his fingers so that the bottle of oil appeared in Rin's waiting palm.
The smile Rin gave turned appreciative and Mephisto's heart fluttered in his chest, body limp with shock.
Juxtaposed to Mephisto, Amaimon gasped as Rin prepared him, not used to such care being taken with him and unable to do anything except lay there, stunned.
Then Rin found that point inside Amaimon and he cried out, length jumping and leaking more pre-come on his belly as he shuddered and writhed against the sheets.
That was the signal Rin had been waiting for and he removed his fingers.
With his hand not covered in the oil, Rin unzipped his slacks, pulling himself out and lining up at Amaimon's entrance, but not entering. The time stretched until Amaimon opened his eyes and stared, about to start begging if Rin didn't do something soon.
"Amaimon?"
His expression morphed to something helpless as Amaimon looked up at Rin, soundless pants leaving his throat while he waited for Rin to continue.
"I like you. A lot," Rin said, carefully not using the other 'L' word and knowing Amaimon and Mephisto understood him just fine.
Amaimon let out a low moan, unable to respond to that revelation at all.
Still, Rin didn't move, and he let out another frustrated sob.
"Are you mine, Amaimon?"
Rin tilted his head, unmoved by the desperate demon beneath him as he waited for an answer.
"Yes!" Amaimon cried out, voice wretched and looking utterly wrecked.
That was all Rin needed, finally pushing into Amaimon, who let out a long, relieved groan at getting what he'd been begging for.
But Rin didn't immediately start pounding into the tight heat offered to him, choosing to move in slow drags that had Amaimon sobbing in renewed frustration.
"Mephisto asked me this last time, Amaimon, and I'm going to ask you now. Okay? What do you say when you're asking someone for something, Amaimon?"
Though it didn't seem like Amaimon could even understand the question at first, mind lost to any forms of higher thought and just hearing his own name repeated in the rough tones over his body.
It took Rin slowing to a stop for him to shout the answer that came to him, anything to get Rin moving again.
"Please!"
"Thank you, Amaimon."
He cried out as Rin began pounding in earnest, finding his legs hiked over Rin's shoulders and pressed back into his chest as Rin deepened the angle, hands gripping into Amaimon's thighs for better purchase.
And finally, finally, Rin reached down and stroked Amaimon's untouched length and he couldn't last any longer, the touch sending him over until he was coming onto himself with a hoarse cry.
Rin kept moving.
Glassy eyes stared up at him, Amaimon hypnotized by the blue fire in Rin's gaze and mind blissfully clear.
Soon, it became too much, Amaimon's over-sensitive nerves screaming from the continued torment and muscles clenching at the merciless intrusion.
A guttural moan fell past Rin's lips as he tightened around him, growling at the added pressure before stilling and coming into Amaimon with a final thrust.
Amaimon couldn't do anything but tremble in the after-shakes, utterly debauched.
Chest heaving, Rin panted as he came back from the demonic head-space he'd found himself in, pulling out of Amaimon to his weak cry, and gingerly lying next to him on the futon.
He nuzzled into Amaimon's neck, breathing in the mingled scents he found there and humming in pleasure as he mouthed at the fluttering pulse to feel it pick up at the attention.
"You insatiable demon."
Hands at his shoulder turned Rin away from Amaimon's neck to stare up at Mephisto, having decided to join them.
Rin let a sated purr go through his chest, eyes drooping to half-mast while he waited for Mephisto to act.
"You astound me, Rin," he murmured, bending down to card his claws through Rin's sweat-soaked hair.
The ministrations were nice and Rin gave a sleepy smile, wriggling into the covers beneath him as he relaxed into the touch.
"I like you too, Mephisto."
An amused huff was Mephisto's response. He leaned down to place a kiss on the forehead Rin turned to him before sliding down and opening his mouth to lave the flat of his tongue over Rin's length, cleaning the mess there so it wouldn't ruin the suit.
When Rin released a lethargic moan, it nearly had him continuing his ministrations, but Mephisto left Rin before anything started again to move on to cleaning up Amaimon, too.
Almost unconscious already after his exertions, Amaimon gave a tired grumble.
Mephisto sat back with a satisfied lick to his lips but moved back to begin tugging off Rin's suit, not wanting the fabric to wrinkle.
Rin fumbled trying to help until Mephisto sighed and batted his tired fingers away before he did any damage, stripping the suit off to leave him naked next to Amaimon.
Finally, snapping to neaten everything up, Mephisto collapsed next to Rin.
In another moment, Rin cuddled into Mephisto's chest, letting his tail curl around Amaimon's arm on the other side before settling and closing his eyes.
Giving one last analytical sweep of the room, the demon king of time, Samael, allowed himself to sleep.
End Notes:
God, it all makes sense now. Mephisto is Kurama, Amaimon is Hiei, and Rin is Yusuke. No wonder I like this character dynamic, they've basically been my ot3 since day one.
Also would you believe cross-dressing isn't a kink of mine? I mean, it's definitely Mephisto's kink so that explains the liberal presence in the fic. On the other hand, Dominant!Rin is definitely my kink p;
Also? I lied in the notes up above. Right in the last act of this chapter a scene for chapter 5 and 6 hit me like an epiphany and I wrote the first page of 5 before finishing chapter 4 because clearly I'm as masochistic as Amaimon.